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Tara paused as she flipped through the book and said, "It seems he knew quite a few languages...French, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Russian, Portuguese, Arabic, a few African languages, Egyptian, Latin, Greek. There are a few languages here I can't read, but they seem very old from their structure. I think if I have Tinker look at it...."

Tara's eyes widened as the text on the page she indicated in a language she could not read suddenly twisted and rearranged itself into English.
She informed Chamberlain of the change as she frantically flipped towards the end of the Journal. The last day was dated the day of Kyle's death.

Once again it was in a more ancient language than Tara knew of, but as she looked at it, it changed for her. It said, and she read aloud:

"Tara, it would seem that you have found dear Chamberlain and with it my journal. It may seem eerie that I talk to you now, especially considering how I know events have a high likelihood to play out in the next few hours, and I will soon lack the ability to prevent much of it."

"There was so much I wished to tell you in life Tara, so much I want to share with you, to show you. But I knew you were not ready then, you were only beginning on your path back to the light. I could not shake the ground beneath your path with revelations that were both unnecessary and unimportant. Believe as I hope you always have and always will, that I loved you as much as you did me, and that what I have done, and not done was for you, and through you, a better future for many, so I have seen in my walks among the intertwining paths of fate.

"This is the only entry that I have made with future knowledge of your reading, all of my other scribblings, thoughts, plans, triumphs, joys, sadness and regrets are laid bare as they were when I wrote them, and what I knew then, they have not been changed. May they be a map to my mind and heart and may they answer at least some of the endless questions you have had since I met you, they have always been something that enamored me to you, your unstable need to know the truth and to never be ignorant longer than you can help it.

"Know that I have been called by many names, fought for many causes and done many things in my life, but always, you truly were my greatest treasure and endeavor. The final page of my journal has been left for your consideration. Write what you will, and what of my mind and soul I have imparted to this vessel will respond in kind.

"Fare you well dearest, one who's true name is Arenyn."

Tara paused as she look to the pages to the right of the current one. It was the last entry, yet there seemed to be many pages placed into the bindings afterward. As she flipped through them she saw it was and appendix of words and phrases in the language she could not read before, and their translations. Then after those entries was one empty page, the scratchings around the edge of the paper were much more complex, the runes drawn in thicker lines...and she noticed as she reached out with powers....dried blood permeated the ink. She had to assume it was Kyles. She did not want to write on it yet though, not yet.

"Arenyn," she whispered as she looked up the word. "Arenyn means...pure soul."

She sat there for a moment staring at the open book before she seemed to think of something and flipped back in the book, skimming as she did.

"He wrote you true name in here as well," she said the Chamberlain, "Would you like to know it?"

Tara found herself blushing slightly, though she quickly hid it as she continued. "It says he had a hard time coming to correct word, and that he found that when he discovered what yours was he realized why it had been so hard."

She flipped from near the front of the book to the back. "He says your true name is Volshu. In the back it says the world's meanings are plural, and often depend on how the word is used in the sentence, who is using it and towards whom. But generally, it seems its general meanings encompass ideas such as 'valor', 'courage', 'adventurous' and 'undaunted' yet can also mean some more dubious but still possibly positive traits such as 'sly' or 'competitive'"

Tara's brow furrowed for a moment before she said, "Mystic, a mage of some experience and power once talked about true names with me, though not in too much detail. She said that in magic, if you know something's name in the base language of all magic, known as "Words of Power" in its own tongue, you can make it true by simply speaking it or writing it. You might write on the side of a rock in this language that the rock was made of cotton, and it would become true the instant you finished the sentence and imbued it with even a touch of magic. To speak words in the language made reality so. To say the word for 'die' and direct it at a person, if they had no defense for it, they would simply die. To speak the word of 'death' and all who heard the word and were not immortal or immune for some other reason would die. In the same was you could proclaim 'fly' at any object and it would do so."

"The most powerful thing a mage could do besides learning this language was to discover their own true name in it. To speak it in the right context and with the right intent would grant the user many times more power than they once had, and their power would increase in much greater leaps from that point on. On the flip side, if you learned another person's true name you could control them with ease unless they themselves proclaimed their name to break the hold, or shield themselves from anything that mage would do in that language."

"From the depth of understanding that Kyle had of this language and the fact that he was guessing other people's true names, he may well have known his own true name for some time."

Tara's face softened as she said, "That is why he must have been looking for the true names of those close to him, once he told us, though we could not use it to grow in power of magic that we do not know, we could protect ourselves from the power of another who sought to control or attack us"

"Kyle spoke of 'walking the intertwining paths of fate'. Perhaps he was able to look into the future, among other abilities, or he may have just been able to see more clearly how everyone and everyone is connected. Perhaps there is something or someone that had or is still toying with our strings like puppets to some sick dance only they can understand, and perhaps Kyle either knew of them or was beginning to."

"I will speak with Mystic on this as soon as possible and....."
Tara trailed off for a moment before she exclaimed, "Ah ha! I knew I had heard the name Fhaytei before. Mystic has always been one of our more inconsistent members, as well as our most elusive in terms of background checks, but I heard her once say her surname was Fhaytei! It seems I have more to discuss with her than previously thought. She may be of close relation to Kyle."

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[[I will send you something on this Zegura, but I assure you he is harmless until further notice, story purposes only.]]
Outside a man stood, looking in on Chamberlain and Tara as they discussed. He was in plain view of either of them, yet for some reason, no matter what method, they would not be able to see or sense him, he had made sure of that. His hearing was so attuned to listening to them that when a wavering shadow materialized next to him and spoke it was as if a bull horn was next to him.

"How much do they know?" the second man, one of fairly young age if taken at face value said.

"Enough," the first said, his white hair painting him as much older than his flawlessly un-aged features portrayed. "But nowhere near what I had first thought they may. However, it would not be very hard for them to learn of us Necromis, much of the pieces to the puzzle are within Wyvern's journal, if they can put them together, and with minds such as Ms. Illias and Ms. Feller I'm quite sure it will happen. When is the only question."

"You could just look into the future, or go there," Necromis said with a flat smile, "Then we would know, just like that. Not to mention what you might want to to about that mountain in the air."

"I could," the first man said as he folded his arms, "but you know I would rather not, after so many years sometimes it is more satisfying to see things unfold with only your gut to tell you what will happen. I found knowing everything before it happened grew old long before you were born. Besides, it is not necessary and you know full well that directly acting in relation to the current events in this city is full well beyond our scope of allowed interference. If a favor is to be lent, a price is to be paid for it, and so far I know of no one in this city that knows to request such an exchange."

"Pfft," Necromis said as he waved his hand, "You're boring Helix, just plain old boring. All that power and no will left to use it."

"I have plenty of will," Helix said as he glared at Necromis and the younger man suddenly seemed very worried and disappeared in a swirl of mist as quickly as he could, saying, "Stay out of my head!"

Helix shook his head as he rubbed his palm on his temples. "How many centuries must it take for you to mature Necromis?" He asked himself as he notice Tara make the connection between Kyle and Mystic. "Quite the astonishing speed of though you have Ms. Illias. Even I did not think you to figure it out so quick. You may well stumble on us quicker than anticipated."

Helix seemed genuinely happy at the current conversation between Chamberlain and Tara as he said, "Wyvren must be quite proud of how you've embraced the path he set you on Ms. Illias. The good you have done in this world is just as he shrived for. I look forward to showing you just how special you were to him."

Helix was interupted by his thoughts as a streak of red moving faster than the speed of light streaked from the sky and stopped next to him where it took the form of a female shape, glaring as bright as a the sun. It quickly dimmed to reveal a woman that looked in her mid to late twenties with waist length orange-red hair and glowing green eyes, dressed in a revealing crimson suit.

"When you talk to yourself it always makes you seem senile Helix," she said as she stood near him. "How is the situation?"

Helix seemed none to worried about the her question and said, "I see you went with long hair today Infinite."

Infinite raised on eyebrow as she said, "You know since I ascended I can manifest in whatever body I choose, changing my hair is....oh, you're being a smart a**, right."

"Just a little fun with the newbie," Helix said and then continued, "It goes, I do not think it is cause for concern that any involved discover what there is to discover, it will do no harm. Of course, this is of some personal interest to you isn't it? I do believe the Illias twins worked with you for awhile in the Immortals group before it disintegrated and you ascended in that fateful fight as you obliterated that Greek half god Nyx. Do I remember right?"

Infinite's pace saddened for a moment as she remembered something incredibly painful for her. "You remember well, I knew of the Illias family's past through the male twin. He discussed such things with few, but I was one. Only after I found myself with you people did I fully realized what much of things in their rather tragic family history meant. Is it true you stripped him?"

"Hm," Helix said with a slight grimace. "Yes, though I did not enjoy it, I was the one who personally sealed away Wyvern's magic from him. Whisper had offered but I felt it was my burden to carry out the deed. He and I both know what was coming so I was sad indeed to do it as such and hour, yet I had to, otherwise the cogs that were set in motion would have never moved. It is sad that such prices are paid by mortals while we, the architects pay no fare for our dealings. As long as we do no harm to the realms themselves the one being and does not see fit to grant his forces the power to rip life from our bodies, though I know Death well wants to tear Necromis' soul from his flesh with a passion."

"Let us not dwell on such things Helix, I know you enjoy actually flying from place to place, so let us fly," said Infinite as she was surrounded in a red aura and shot from where she stood, driven by a blast of pure engery behind her.

Helix nodded as he said, "Let us fly," and launched himself into the air, catching up to Infinite easily as they flew off into the distance.....

"I don't see why not, let me see if I can't get Tinker to link me with her........."

Tara smirked, "She's the intel officer."

"Two years wasn't it? During that hospital incident before you met Ricky." Oz replied.
"I'm going to head upstairs and use the hotel's phone." Ricky said after throwing some pants and a sweat shirt over his body suit.
Angela began playing with various things on Reapers desk.

Reaper turned around replying to Oz" Two years.... don't touch my things!" He stared at Angela for a secondBe nice Reaper, she's a little irl in a strange place with strange people be happy she isn't crying......" Angela would you like to help us work?" He said polietly in a kinder tone while removing his gloves and setting them upon a nearby table.