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Osric stood still, shaking his head. "No, I'd been searching for you, you shouldn't be alive. Heros?" he scoffed shocked "You three could mean the end of all this world..." He quickly reached for something tied to his waist.

Lura could have never been so confused. She was completely lost. "Agaio?"

"I think..." his voice was muffled but she could still hear "I think....we're those heroes you've been expecting."

"Agaio?!" she was even more confused when Osric reached for something at his waist, she looked closer to see a whip...and a bright sharp sword just behind it. Her heart pounded, the throbbing sounding in her ears. "AGAIO!"

Life seemed in slow motion, Osric's hand grabbed hold of the hilt of the sword, and quickly drew it out, lifting it above him, darting forward, slashing at Agaio. Lura had run quickly, far to quickly for the weak woman she'd become, and so foolishly stepped in the way in attempts to move Agaio - forgetting just how weak she would be and be completely unable to push him out of the way.

There was a loud wiz of air rush past her ear, a sharp pain crossed her chest down her stomach. She felt the sticky wet feeling trickle from the edge of her shoulder. She stood still for a moment, feeling the pain seep into her brain. She gaped, letting her knees give way beneath her.

Osric's moth was wide. He'd been planning on taking out Agaio, if only one was dead, the whole situation would be gone, with one missing the War Lord would be able to do nothing, the powers would be gone and he would been able to run off with the wildly, amazingly, hot Lura and take her for hiimself. But something went wrong, she some how read his movments and had jumped in the way. Now she lay there on the ground, a slash across her chest from her left shoulder down to her right hip.

He stood there in shock, confused, as if fate was mocking him. He let his mouth hang open, gape. What had he done.

Lura could feel the strange sensation flood through her, she couldn't move with out what felt like a giant paper cut on her torso throbbing in pain. She didn't even speak, and that was something she did often.

If you looked the wound over close enough, you would see it wasn't fatal, but it was bad, enough to hold them back till she healed, enough to leave a scar - and not only on her body, but between her and Osric.

"God...what..." osric gaped.

((i gotta go after this, i have a noon concert i'm performing in so i 'm going to need some sleep))

Lura was in shock, couldn't speak, and she'd just transformed, had no powers. She looked up at Agaio, watched as he flung Osric across the room. Her own glowing wrist didn't mean as much to her as his did. She didn't see her glowing, but his however. She was in pain, to much pain. The slice was probably half a centimeter or a fourth of an inch deep. She closed her eyes in pain when Agaio pressed his shirt against her wound to stop the blood. The pain was intense, she couldn't handle it much longer.

She was some how able to make the noise enough to choke a scream of pain, delayed, painful, scratchy. "Agaio..." she was able to speak again, but barely "Damn...just...stop the bleeding..." she pulled herself from her shock. "Pressure..." she choked out. "Wrap..." she didn't finish, when he moved his hand to press on the wound again, the pain was to terrible...she cried out in pain and passed out.


Osric, when flung across the room, had landed on the floor; he looked up in shock at the two as Agaio treated her. He couldn't believe this had seriously happened. The reason his father died was for the lives of these two strangers in his house. He'd almost killed one of them, and the other's powers were still intact...but the girls?

Osric coughed as he pushed himself up, taking a pouch from his waist next to his whip. He tossed it to Agaio, not wanting to be any where near him when he was able to fling him so far so easily. "Put that on her wound, it will speed the healing, its a balm..." he stated "Its got some enchantment...it will help..."

He took a few steps toward the fire, "I swear i would never hurt a woman..." was he going to appologise to one of the Chosen? Seriously? "Damn..."

"Honestly I was aiming for you," Osric stated quickly, "Then she dove in the way, and took the blow for you. I wouldn't hurt her, I'd other plans for her..." he could see Agaio wouldn't believe him. He sighed, running up to the cabinet just under the steps. He grabbed some of his first aid supplies. He ran back and cautiously gave them to Agaio. It was then he took the balm and took a little on his finger, taking his knife he sliced his arm.

"Look," and he placed the balm on the wound. Almost to quickly, the balm turned a soft orange over the skin, and the wound didn't look red, it started looking healthier, and the flesh slowly started to weave itself back together. "I wouldn't poison her..."

Osric was amazed at how quickly this 'friend' became a foe. He sighed,unable to answer Agaio - he never spoke well around others. He was cautious as he leaned toward Agaio and Lura, taking the balm and gently placing it on her slash wound. It was awkward considering that his slice had cut through part of her bra like shirt and it was practically usless and falling off. The only thing keeping it on was the strange metal belt or corset thing. The balm did it's work, the wound slowly started to patch itself.

"There..." and he stood and went to sit on his chair. He helped the girl, now he would sit and wait out their tempers. Now he deffinatly couldn't kill Agaio...he would be to jumpy, he would be waiting for it. Lura too. He had to plan how to stop this madness before the War Lord found these two, and if he already had the third, it ment he knew just where to find these two too. he had to think.

Lura's face was hot, she was getting a fever from the healing. Her body reacting to the strange meds. But she was still safe and alive. And would get better. She broke into a sweat, her weak body dreaming of the inccident before.

Osric was trapped in an explanation. He tried to plan out what to say, instead of 'Act first think later,' He'd plan out what words he used. "You think you three are heros. But you're the exact opposite. You're the end of it all." He shifted in his seat, trying to figure how to word it. "It is said that the Chosen would be from other dimension, and they would be the key to the War Lord's power - what ever it is. But for the past fourty years the War Lord, with powers unknown has been taking people and innocents to his castle in summer and draining them of their celesitial spirit...using it as energy to give him longer life."

"If even one of the Chosen is killed, the other two will lose their powers and be normal forever. I attacked you because I can't hurt a girl, and if she was human...I could..." he looked a way from Agaio, it was evident that Agaio wasn't going to just let Osric state his mind in that area of conversation. "My father was one of those who were sacrificed to give the lord another year of life."

"You don't understand, my father was the head priest at our village. He was a magic user. The War Lord has some sort of power, he's able to control those with magic, he's able to shield from it. If you use magic to find him, he confuses it." Osric found himself looking down at Lura on the ground, her wounds were almost healed, but there was a faint white scar that resided across her chest.

Her fever slowly disipated, and she woke shivering from the cold. She looked up and saw Agaio. "Agaio..." she turned her head to see Osric still sitting there. She made a soft squeaking noise in protest. "he's still here!" her voice was harsh and quite. Like a sore throat. "Why is he still here!"

"This is my house."

"You b*****d." she had everything against this man...it was the first time she'd sworn in this form, she must have been really upset. She didn't want to see herself this mad at the man at night. She turned from him and looked up to Agaio "Am I alright?"

"I feel like s**t," she sighed, she shifted, finally able to move. "In pain...hot..." she leaned into his touch. "Thanks..."


"I am sorry," Osric stated. "I still don't see why you would so foolishly jump before a blade for this man."

"Because I..." she paused. Why did she jump in the way of the blade? She just reacted ...what had gone through her? "I'm to tired to answer..." she said finally. She moved, rolling toward Agaio, "Can you help me to the couch?"

She had enough strength to move her arm, though painful, and covered herself. Some times she detested her outfit of choice. She couldn't stand this Osric, he didn't give off good vibes to her.

"Agaio, will you fill me in? Why did he attack you?" she asked softly, closing her eyes, her fever slowly lowering. She reached for the blanket that was just hanging over the top of the couch, trying to cover herself. "What could have caused that...gay louse to go bi polar on you?" she looked over to him "I thought he only hated me" she spat.

"Damn woman, quite the grudge," Osric coughed.

"How would you react to some one who called you a whore, a wench, and attacked your companion?" she spat once again. "Serously, sir"