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Sci smiled." You might be the only one." Sci moved back to his cot and laid down. The mask was still laying in the middle of it which he picked up and put back on. Even if he was the only one who kept the mask to his face even when the demon surfaced. He wanted to make sure the mask stayed on. But she had kissed him. He touched his face gently. Maybe with her around he would take it off. Maybe if he could get full control he could keep it off.

In the pits of hell where nothing but death, pain, and anger. Young and the older reached out with their voices screaming for help, but there would never be any. "Change my son, will be the new era of the world of Shindi, and nothing will get in out way. Bring me this world and you will be set free of my control, But break my wishes and you will be thrown to the dogs forever being pulled threw hell!! Now go my son, and unleash Hell!!" A man kneeling down from who was speaking raised his head from bowing, looking into the eye's of the Devil. There was no sorrow or remorse in his eye's, no happines just hate for all. The man stood up straight from the ground holding one hand sideways infront of his face with his eyes closed. His body started staticing making his form seem it was no longer their. His eyes opened and he was no longer there but in a plain that looked as if no life could live in this land. They call it the Dragon Cliffs a no mans land, perfect place to start with no one seeing, But first it is time to move upon this land and see it threw of what may be in the way. His eyes beemed off and started off that way not knowing where he would end up but as of now its a start. The aura of hell stank off his body does anyone dare to be in the way or join forces, we shall see...

Wulfgar approached the perimeter, and found it, well, not as well defended as he'd imagined. Too few guards, spread far to thin, he assumed. The place reeked of battle. He took advantage of the lack of guardsmen, and walked right on in. He took an upright posture with a fairly blank face to match, trying to look like he belonged, but wasn't really of any importance. The faces of the men he did see were those of the downtrodden. If he listened hard enough, he could hear the whispered prayers for the dead, begging safe passage for their souls. So, battle was waged here indeed. Well, they're alive, so, they won. But not without great cost. Wulf noted mentally. The giant walked to the heart of the village, looking around for someone important, someone who looked to be of authority. Surely, there mus' be a general or cap'n 'round here, he thought, peering at the tents. A few looked occupied. A bit o' a rude intrusion, but I've already come this far, Wulf thought as he tried to decided which tent to check first. Unfortunately for him, the man tapping him on the shoulder was neither of these. He was a guard, and didn't exactly look happy that Wulf had simply trodded in without a word to anyone.

"I've not seen you around here before, I think. Who are you? What business have you here?" The guard questioned, his face stern.

Wulf grinned his predator's grin. Subtlety was nowhere near his strong suit, and lying would only prolong this situation. "The name's Wulfgar, Wulfgar Olfgrinsson. I'm here tah lend my hammer to ya. An' by the way I waltzed in here unopposed, it seems you could use all the men ya can get." He added with a small chuckle. No point in prancin' about the truth, he assured himself.

The Capital

Dark stood there watching as a few men came in and cleared Daton’s body away, soon more brought out his armor and weapons setting them onto the table and the mourning took place for their Lord Daton. Taking a seat again, he watched as some people came up and offered their roses to the armor and weapons. He had killed one of the most powerful men in the world and it had been in a cowardly manner. He guessed he didn’t consider that Daton would’ve died by the poison, that he was something more then human.

Sitting there he felt a soft hand on his shoulder and glanced backwards to only find a soft image of a young boy, but it seemed that all the others were not aware of him, nodding his head at the boy. The boy offered a smile and vanished into a soft blue dust. It spread out over the main hall and into the groups of those and suddenly there was no more tears being spilled. Hokyo was coming, he could feel it, but why? He wondered.
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Soma frowned at Rena, she was forcing herself to stay and this was not the time to argue. He watched as the others left with Daton’s body and brought in his personal armor and weapons, he took a deep breath and walked over to the table and took a seat. For a moment he glanced at his father, he felt a bit of reddish flush his face in anger, and then it returned to normal. Noticing the blue dust he watched it float into the room and those that were weeping stopped, was it Lord Daton giving his people one last comfort? He didn’t know, but he knew what would happen after the party.

Hokyo

Hokyo had traveled far from the safety of Esta, his horse barely able to travel anymore, it struggled to keep going and Hokyo leaped off of it, he was close to the Capital. Not close enough to see it, but he had traveled through most of the day. It was only likely fifty some miles away by now, he patted the horse and pressed his forehead against the creatures nose, only for a bit of thanks and let it go. The horse strolled off and Hokyo continued towards the capital.

Yune would never forgive him, nor would she understand the idea that he had in his mind. It was dark; they were likely mourning Kei’s death. He noted a few of Daton’s soldiers walking on the road and glanced at their horses, but walked past them and they took note to him, if he had ventured into his trunk when he was in Esta, he could’ve dressed in his old clothing he was commonly found when he was in the castle. Stopping in a sudden thought, he took a look at himself and removed his over-coat and drawn his sword up over his shoulder so it rested smoothly against his back, undoing his bandana. He tossed the over-coat into the ditch on the road and continued forward.

He was returning to a part of past in this life and he found it funny that he cared if he looked like those inside of the Capital would remember him. His muscles bound out of the dark leather armor that was around his chest and for the first time in nearly two years he felt like he was free again, he was not held back by Ameena, he was not defending anything, he was going into a battle that would likely cause him to die, as he was the only one heading to the Capital a day before the others. Shivers were being sent down his back, and he felt excitement build within him, and his speed increased along the road.

In her dream, Sheena was terrified and trying to stop the Orb from leaving her chest. She then felt something warm on her shoulder and a soft voice speaking to her. She then heard the voice turn into a song and as she heard the world, she could help but smile softly. She knew the voice, she knew that she did.

In her dreams, she felt arms wrap around her and pull her close to a warm body. She looked up and saw Sci's face looking down at her. She smiled and snuggled close to him as the orb in her chest went back to normal, no longer trying to leave her body. The dream world around her became surrounded with a field with a lake and white flowers all around her.

In the waking world, Sheena smiled softly snuggling closer into the bed and whispering a name softly, "Sci..." her body was more relaxed now as she felt his presense around her

It wasn’t long after the blue display that Keishiro turned his head. He felt something, it was different then before, strange but the same all mixed into one. It felt like Hokyo, but didn’t and the contradictions piled up in his mind over and over again till he felt ready to hurl. He turned to looked to Dark and then shook his head. He had not expected this. If that truly was Hokyo he had something planned and well Keishiro didn’t like it. He was still weak at the moment and getting into a fight would do him no good. He just closed his eyes and let out a rather loud sigh before he turned. “Say Dark, how well did you train your boy? I think we should go welcome out guest.” He didn’t say it loud nor really pay much attention to it. He would not bother the people because well he wasn’t worried about it at all.

He moved his hand to his neck and rubbed at the collar. The memory was enough to make him wince. But even so he did not fear the man growing ever clsoer. Strange as it was, he respected Hokyo. He didn’t understand why, only that when he died, well he’d felt free for the first time sense he was human. However, he didn’t remember why he felt that way. Even now he could tell there was something missing in his head, something important.

The Capital

Dark glanced at Kei for a moment and heisted, he had trained Soma the best he could, but for Kei to know Hokyo was coming, left a bit of question of what Blake had done to bring him back to life. “He is on level with that of a lower level General, but due to the events that have been happening recently I fear that I have had not much chance to improve it beyond that.” He remarked in quiet tone so that he was only speaking with Kei. He feared that if Hokyo did come, he would come with an army.

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Hokyo fought off the urge to stop, his legs had been burning for nearly a hour now and he had been walking for three. He was tired, he had to admit giving up the horse wasn’t the brightest idea he had of late, but losing the coat and other things allowed him the freedom to keep walking. Stumbling he looked up and took note that in his thought process he had arrived at nearly a half-mile from the front gate of the Capital. Taking a deep breath, he stopped and bent down slowly folding his legs into the other and took a seat in the middle of the road. His hands resting on his knee-caps and his head hung low, and there was a low humming from him.

He had been so tired and as he sat there, there was a slight glow around his body as he collected himself for whatever came next, he wasn’t sure how long he would have to recharge himself in some manner, but he truly wished he had Kei’s power to teleport. He glanced up when someone shouted at the gate, and then it seemed to him that they took notice of who he was and began to stumble wildly in effort to tell Dark and the other Generals. Hokyo however remained still, even when the gate was opened, and lines of soldiers were assembled waiting for the order to attack from a higher power.

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Meanwhile…..

Outside of the town of Esta, a small force of nearly a thousand men had assembled just over the hill outside of the view of those inside the city. A lone darkened man walked up and down the front line of men, a horse drawn by hand behind himself. “Today we will have our glory!” He shouted towards his men and they remained silent in order to keep cover. “We have chased down the Water Orb to the town of the rebels base, we shall smash the rebel army here before they have the chance to go to the capital, Lord Daton will reward us greatly!” He shouted and flung himself up onto his horse.

Unsheathing his weapon he rode to the top of the hill and pointed it towards the sky. “Victory will be ours!” He shouted and his men howled back at him as they advanced up the hill to over look Esta. The rebels were in fright as they heard the cries and the soldiers came to their feet and began to shout through the town. “The Daton army is here!” One man shouted as he ran through Esta.