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"Actually, this was depicted by a painter during the last war.... Before the city sank and they left." He said the last part with a bit of regret in his voice. He moved closer to the mural, he placed his hand on it. "Now I'm the last one." He said sadly.

He chuckled. "How did I lose my wings?" He said, turning around to look at her. "I was captured by the Ehsar after I watched the city sink. I was forced to work the mines so they could make their weapons and armour. I led a revolt within the mines, but because of insufficient weapons and such. The revolt failed, and as a reward. They cut off my wings in hopes of breaking my spirit." He said.

"Well, I did what my people do when what we love is destroyed. I got pissed off and killed the ones who cut off my wings, and I made sure it was painful." He said. "After that, I basically hung up my warrior's coat and I started to wonder around." He said with a shrug.

((Doom has turned into Kenshin.))

Takara took in a breath before she stood up again slowly, wavering slightly before she walked over to Tamuril. She sat down beside him, Eveel clinging to dress when she had walked. Takara brought her hand up, placing it on Tamuril's shoulder. She felt light-headed, but that was to be expected. She ignored it, just focusing on her breathing and the one she was sitting beside. She didn't want to say anything that would make him anymore upset, and she wasn't even sure what she could say that would make him feel better. Even though she was a woman, she wasn't the kind that had the touch of comfort. She'd pushed that part of her away, and now she was trying to get it back without much success.

"Calm down." Takara told Tamuril softly as she gave his shoulder a small squeeze. "I can help with the jewels. They were able to cut off the pendant's power over you before. Besides, you are a knight of the royal gaurd. You are strong, mentally and physically. You know what the pendant can do. Resist."

Takara watched Tamuril with a small smile, waving to him as he looked his shoulder just before he'd left. Eveel whistled after Tamuril, jumping up once from his spot on the queen's lap. Then Tamuril was gone, but even though he was no longer there, his large ego still seemed to be. She shook her head, the smile still remaining her face as she lowered her hand. Eveel hopped off of her lap, running through the grass and leaping into some flowers. Then the came back, carrying a violet flower in his jaw. He went to her lap again, dropping the flower and cuddling against her legs.

Takara smiled for a few more seconds before it disappeared, lifting her head up to see the sky. It was painted red and orange, showing that nightfall would arrive in about two hours or so. She didn't want to leave the garden - not quite yet. But she had duties to do. Then again, she'd already sent her orders out, and things seemed to have settled down to what would be expected. Takara brought her arms down to push herself up, only to find that she was too tired too. She let out a sigh, her arms trembling as she set herself back down. It seemed as if she would be stuck here for the time being.

And an hour passed, and half of the sky was dipped in a light blue. A few stars glimmered down at the one who was still sitting at the fountain.

"Hum-di-di-dum...." Eveel sang, wagging his tail as he played with a flower on Takara's lap. There was quite a bit around her now, since the dragon had continued to gather them up. Takara had her head lowered with her eyes closed, her back curled and her shoulders down. She was still awake, but she felt like she was going to fall asleep. Not that she would mind falling asleep in the garden, but she didn't really want to go unconcious right next to the fountain. Eveel continued to sing, occasionally worrying over Takara again and franticly running around her at some points. As it grew closer to night, Takara only wondered how well Tamuril was doing.

Tamuril shakilly walked into the training grounds, trying to think of what to tell the others. Once he did walk in, the others seemed to become more worried, and afraid. Some even tried to walk out, before Tamuril could even say anything. "W-wait. I have come here to re-deem myself. I know I can never fully redeem myself for the atrocities I may have commited, but I ask of you to at least forgive me!" Tamuril then began to explain everything that he knew of, trying to explain why he had acted the way he did so. One of the knights walked up to Tamuril, he seemed to be releaved. "Of course we forgive you, Sir Tamuril. I think we all knew that that was not truly you!" The others seemed to also think the same, as soon after the knights speech. About another ten minutes, everything appeared to be back to normal. Even know this was so, Tamuril knew that that day would never be forgotten.

About an hour passed while Tamuril was training, until finally a guard had charged up to him. He explained to him of a civil unrest in the slums of a Tavern, and that Tamuril's immediate actions were requested. "How many?" Tamuril looked down at the ground, this person sounded alot like what Tamuril had been, but probably less sychotic. "I shall investigate this problem immediately, go and warn the queen of these actions."

Tamuril grabbed his sword, and charged out of the training grounds with full speed. The thing that Trusar definately did not need was some person killing the towns people. As Tamuril left for the tavern, the messanger he had sent for the queen was already at her garden. "My highness, there is something that Tamuril requested be brought to your attention((You take over messanger now, Myth.))!"

Tamuril quickly got to the tavern. He slowly approached the seemingly demented charachter in the middle of the street. This...thing was a priest! It must have done something in the past to have caused this to happen. Attack first, ask question later, seemed to be his motto. "hey, what is going on here?! Explain yourself!" Some of the other towns people around the scene noticed Tamuril, and even some cried out 'We're saved! It's Sir Tamuril!'.

Sentinel, being dismissed, flew over the city. He came upon the Slums, a rather unfortunate place. He always hated seeing all the people begging on the streets. He then saw Sir Tamuril rushing through. Sentinel saw where he was heading, towards the Tavern. A person was in the middle of the street, bodies strewn everywhere.

"A..a priest?!?!?" he thought, looking at the figure. His clothing was tattered and blood-soaked. He flew down and started to tend to some of the slightly injured. "What happened?" he asked the man he was healing, who was in critical danger.

Karasi gasped lightly at this. Turning back to the painting, she was surprised to see that it had changed, at least to her eyes. Instead of the people flying about a coral tower, they were now screaming and had expressions of terroro on their faces. The sea seemed to be rising, engulfing them. As she stared at the mural, she felt a tuging feeling, as if somethingwas calling her very esscence forth from her body.

She was standing very still now, and a distant expression was on her face. If one were to look at her eyes, they would seem empty and souless. As for herself, Karasi could see a world tumbling around her. She could feel sea spray on her face, soaking her wings. Around her, the sea roared and tumbluled. The building around her was crumbling, caving in behind her. Before long she had the sensation of drowning, she could not swim, she was being dragged down into the sea. Looking down, she could see that her foot was caught between two large rocks.

Her lungs felt about ready to burst when she was suddenly no longer in the sea, but a dark room. She was not in this, she was mearly an observer. Around her many men were chained together. They were under clothed and under noureshed. Amoung them was one who looked stronger than the rest. He had a large pair of wings that were tied together. Khuni, this she knew. He had a fire in his eyes that she had not seen before.

Again, the scene changed. She was now near the mouth of the tunnel, a mine. To her left were the miners, running towards the guards with their picks and shovels raised. Looking to the guards force, she knew there was no way they could hope to succeed. She could also tell they did not care. They would be free one way or the other. Karasi tried to close her eyes so she would not have to see the slaughter, but found taht she could not. Most of the men were killed, Khuni and a few others were dragged off after the fight.

Karasi dreaded what she knew what must come next. She was in another stone room, though this one was different from the other. In this one, there were tables andinstruments of tourture. She then found herself chained, unable to move. She could hear some one apporaching, and then felt a peircing heat near the base of her wings. Letting out a cry of pain, she finnaly was able to close her eyes.

In the library, Karasi cryed out after but a few moments, and had fallen forward, her shoulder hitting the wall as she passed out.