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Susanoo turned away from Rouchlos, his question going unanswered, simply because Susanoo didn't want to answer it. if he wanted to fight, he would simply fight for what is right, he didn't need the backing or approval of any king or country to do so, he just did. Besides, being aligned with any kingdom just seemed silly, Your fights would be based on what the king wanted, not always what was right. Susanoo sighed softly and brushed a few strands of his hair from his face.

"As you say Miss Ara. I will let it go, and of course, I am eager to meet this compainion of yours as well."

He noticed the glowing coming from her eye, and could feel the magic emminating from her, he brought a hand up to his chin and wondered to himself

'There is something special about her...I couldn't feel any magical powers inside of her until now...I'm glad curiousity is my vice, this should prove interesting'

~ There! Right there...you found it..~

' Then let us begin...'
Maero smiled warmly at the two Riders. She felt comfertable, peaceful, and excited. Now was the time. "..and she's eager to meet all four of you..." she replied.

Then all at once the magic between them pulsed with such intensity it would nearly knocked them off their feet!
A giant coursing invisable spike opened up right where Maero stood, diving, channeling down down down into the depths below till it tapped into the waiting river of magic life blood that existed there.

There were rivers of magic energy that flowed inside the earth all across their world, like viens in the body. Pumping life to everything..plants.. animals..
But it was too deep for any magician to penitrat without dying from simply reaching that far..unless... they were possessed by a spirit strong enough to find it. Shades have tried- but failed, so no evil could touch this flow wihtout being purified..and for a shade that was a death sentence.

Only spirit of light could do it. Seeking out points of locations where the river rose close enough to the surface, Maero's partner would find one fo these channels and lock into them. Drawing upon it for that extra strength that would make this one spell possible.
Bright Circle.
Also known as The Forbidden Gateway Spell.
A door between the spirit world, and the physical plane, tearing the fabric between them just wide enough to allow something admitance through; in this case... a Dragon. And it used her Rider as the door key.

Time seems to freeze, and a circle of magic appeared under Maero's feet. Where she stood in the lake, the water had been moved aside, allowing the pebbled ground beneath to touch the open air.
Maero's eyes were open wide, and the odd one of the left was swallowed up by a growing light that soon bled into the other eye. Till both were pure white and sightless as the magic bubbled up like a spring inside her, spilling forth.

Somewhere inside the Rider, in that small pocket of reality where Eleniel lived, the dragon craned her long neck up- spred her wings and soared with all her might to towards the surface were a light waited at the top, an opening, growing wider and wider admitting her freedom into Maeros world.

Maero could feel it growing, stronger..closer... the magic pumped through every fiber of her being, her heart pounded so hard it could have shattered. Burning inside...
But she was used to this burning. Years and years of using the same spell, she could tolerate it's taxation on her vitality with ease, as long as a channel was nearby.

Soon they'd all feel it, the presence of her dragon, drawing closer. But she wasn't in the sky? Not charging across the land towards them? But it was no doubt, they could feel the unmistakable sense of her quick approach. It hung in the air like a potent smell, the signature of the dragon.

The circle grew in intensity, and Maero let out a soft cry as the magic took her completly and the light-shadow of her dragons shape appeared beneath her.
It resembled how a fish looked as it drew closer to the surface of water while you looked down at it. Only the shadow was made of light, and as it got closer it got easier to see... closer..closer.. till the shape was blinding!

Then with a resounded BOOM, following a shockwave as the dragon hit the barrier full speed, Eleniel broke the surface and her shape began to lift out of the space, out of thin air!!
It looked like she was coming out of a hole that Maero stood over. Her Dragon rose taking shape in the physical world at long last. This spell was so powerful, anyone with any magical sense would have felt it for miles!

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Maero nearly wept seeing her beloved partner once more in the flesh. The sensation of ebing seperate beings who could loko at eachother was always a wonderious feeling every time. It re-afirmed the human that she wasn't dreaming, she wasnt' crazy... and she wasn't a possessed shade, but a Rider. A Dragon Rider, and this, SHE was her Dragon. Eleniel.

They stared at eachother for a moment in time, then the tiny human wrapped her arms around the creatures long snout hugging her as tightly as possible! She could feel the softness of the feathery down, and the hardness of the smooth opal scales that lay beneath them. Eleniel was a breed you could ride bare back for hours and not get scraped from exposure to her scales. Unless she wanted you to.
But in this state she was warm, smooth, soft, and strong. Smelling like falling rain, and smoke.

~ Maero... my lil Maero. It's good to look into your eyes once more. How are you?~
"..It's good to see you too Eleniel. I'm fine- It wasn't as hard this time. " she said pulling back from her, stroking the side of her large head.

At last the dragon turned her sights upon the two Riders and Tenchi who stood aways by the river.
She bowed her long neck a little in greeting, growling affectionatly in the dragon tounge, thanking them for taking such good care of her Rider.
Her eyes were big, and glowing like the odd one had in Maero's face..which now looked normal! the odd eye was gone from the human's features.. having now returned to it's owner.

Maero turned to face them..
"Everyone- this is my Dragon partner, Eleniel. She says she owes you much for saving me from the desert whens eh could not... and now you know why. Eleniel is a Spirit Dragon.. without a magic channel to use as a power source, I cannot open the door between our worlds to let her through."

Eleniel heard that and exclaimed mentally ~ 500 hundred years...?!~ Maero and Eleniel exchanged glances, this couldn't be co-incidence!
'..what did he say?'~My friend, he's just as old as we are... how strange...lets not say antyhing for now.. but keep an ear open.~

Maero smiled, blushing a little..
She'd always been nervous about others knowing she was a Rider, even the other Dragon Riders. Good reason to be. And since the ancient war... it seemed the Riders were forgotten, and even more so the tales of Eleniels kind.
She wasn't even able to get involved the first time, for her partner couldn't keep her physical form for more then 15 minutes or so..
Sure that time grew longer, but it was never long enough to make a real difference.
She'd be useless in a prolonged battle. And maero couldnt' risk being detected, now that she looked back on it..she regreted some of her decitions.

Maero was surpized when the light died down and she turned to see Rouchlos looking like he was stricken- had the magic been too much?! Her brows creased in concern.. " Rouchlos..are you alright?... what happened?" she noticed now that Susanoo looked a little wind swept as well.

Eleniel craned her neck down to look at the human more closely... ~ I think we've burned him.. magically.. we're opposing elements.~ the creature replied watching as the scars fell away...
Had they just nearly killed them? They looked shaken a little.

Maero moved to follow, "W-wait.. where are you going?.." she asked, holding herself with her slightly shaking arms.
"I thought we- well..w-we all just met.. I'd like to know you both more. I've not met any other Riders my whole life..till now..." she said, the word spilling by impulse, anythign to get the two Riders to stay longer. If she could just talk with them more. Perhaps.. perhaps maybe..

Eleniel stood up on all fours and walked over Maero, her leg height spanning above her head easy. She tilted her long muzzel to one side looking Sulfur curiously.
~Are you leaving so soon my kin?~

Susanoo moved ahead of Maero and walked right up to Rouchlos, unable to keep his secret to himself any longer, he leaned in close and whispered to him, so that only the two of them could hear.

"I know who you are, Mr. Litcht, but five hundred years is a long time, and it seems you have forgotten me. You were there when your King put me into a magical statis for not joining him. When he stole my dear Dragon, Okami, away from me. I suggest you drop the arrogant attitude towards me, for I am Katushito Naga, the Banished Rider. I hold no ill will towards you, you were doing as you were told, but if you treat me like a child again, we will have a problem. My powers may have diminshed during my slumber, but I suggest you do not provoke me, for that may very well reawaken my latent powers. I propose we play nice. you will continue to address me as Susanoo, I will tell Maero who I am when the time is right. And Mr. Litcht...I know your king is coming back, I felt him too, but should he try to pressure into joining him and she doesn't want to, I Suggest you grow a spine and do the right thing, do you read me? Because of your king, I lost 500 years of my life. in that Statis cell I watched the world pass me by, when the magic was distrubed, I broke free. and I found Okamis' offspring, stole him away from his abusive owner, and renamed him Tenchi. But because i have lost my powers I cannot establish a mental link with him. Now, we're going to play nice, we're going to like each other, or at least pretend to. For you and I...are more alike than you know."

After that quiet haruange, Susanoo took a step back and held is hand out.
"Now that the misunderstand has been cleared up, peace?" he said loud enough for Maero to hear

Brom was in the middle of his, well..., poorly made dinner when he felt the magic. Only those of the past could feel it thankfully as he watched the people of Bullridge go on with their lives for the night. He poked at the undercooked piece of meat with his fork as his mind went into overdrive to find the source of the magic.

....So...familar.....

"Could it be," murmered Brom as he took a piece of the meat from his plate and placed it in his mouth. Salt...and alot of it!!! Now that an entire shaker of salt was poured onto the meat it became tolerable as he chew a second piece. Over the temporary problem, Brom returned once more to the recent power flux and concentrated on it, honing in on it. He knew this feeling, but from where? Who could have that much raw magical power in them?!

"Another piece of meat for ya," chimed a waitor suddenly. Looking down to the barely touch meat infront of him, Brom shook his head saying, "Thank you, I haven't lived this long to die here. Goodnight." A few coins on the table for the bill and Brom was out of the death trap call a bar. At least the beer was worth the bad food. Suddenly Relena's and Wanda's cooking from so long ago would be considered fit for a king to him. Relena did learn a lot from that boy that she traveled with for so long.

It hit him then. "One still exists," said Brom as he looked up into the skies of Bullridge. The king, when he turned against the dragon riders over a thousand years ago, wipped out their kind first. Attacking the defensless riders in an ambush before they could call their dragons to them. After all, the Spirit Riders and Dragoons, were considered the strongest of the dragon riders kind during that time and even today. The Spirit Riders were ones of immense magic power and tolerance, it was needed to summon their dragons in the other realms. Dragons were not native to this world, but beings of immense magic concentrated into one single physical form that resemble that of a giant reptile. It was their offspring that the majority of people related the dragons too, the ones of flesh and blood. It was said they were the first true dragon riders, their origin point. It had been so long since he had saw one and he was only a boy then. They were truely beautiful and inthralling.

Brom was now at one of the ridge that surrounded Bullridge. He was gazing out into the desert, "Well now, isn't this interesting...."

He felt it then, a power that left his body trembling in fear and confusion. He felt the evil that he thought was gone so long ago. An evil that had been destroyed over 500 years ago. Brom head jerked to the Spire Mountains that could be seen in vast distance. The King... "Be wary, Relena. If you are as I believe, then you are in danger and so is this girl, " whispered Brom, "I pray I am wrong...and that it is not him." If it was the King...then how did he survive his own damnation and why was he close to the Spire, the very mountains that he fear so much and would always fear. Those mountains were the one thing he made a point, noticable one, to stay clear of.