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((Alright I'm just gonna ignore the fact that Illana was momentarily a s**t load older and continue with Rias))

"We are going to see a battle, follow me..." Ultima said rather matter of factly. He didn't care really if she followed, but he looked back to see if she was coming anyway. He pushed the wheels of his chair with powerful force. He headed towards the forest to the right. There the trees talked of a vicious battle away from the main stage.

He hadn't been sure that what he was seeing was real or not. Whenever the particular effect of "ignoring" a diety started in his mind, it made him wary of everything else. It wasn't biological that made elves unable to see anything but their own diety. It was a spell, one that was weakened as he was only half that. He knew that something had happened but he couldn't put his finegr on it. Had she really just left him when he had begged her to stay? Strangers too. His mind must have made that up. But the children were still here. At least he knew how to take care of them. He felt drugged, and lest he open his mouth and utter something foolish in front of Ultima he kept silent and tried to ignore the maybe-real strangers.

It looked as if the battle had made its way to the doctors house as well. Jacob knew of this place but never before has he entered it in fear of men actually. It was a pitiful fear to have but if you had such a life experience as Jacob then it was completely understandable. For a few moments he was even thinking about turning back and ignore getting medical attention. That was till he started hearing wailing come from within the house. Was that a child? Jacob has heard such cries so many times it made him go into shock for a few moments. Remembering back to the time of the war he was trapped in for so long. Remembering those death wails and children crying over the bodies of their parents.

Something in Jacob suddenly kicked in and the next thing the eight year old boy knew he was running towards the house towards the wailing. His feet kicked up loose soil from the earth as he quickly closed in the gap between him and the house. His injured sliced hands grabbed the door knob and hastily turned it. He can see it all in his head now just like years ago. He could see himself finding a room completely battered with blood splattered everywhere. See the mutulated bodies across the floors and staked to the walls. For a moment it felt as if he was taking a step back in time as he threw the door open.

Heart pounding in his ears as he stood there in silence. Immediately those miss matched eyes of sea and jungle landed upon the little girl on the floor giving off the wails. No child should ever be making such sounds even though he was only eight. He knew this much because of what he had witness during his own eight years of life. Amazingly he found himself unscarred of this girl as he slowly made his way towards her. Jacob didn't want to frighten the girl but it obvious the girl needed some sort of companion or comfort. Jacob made sure to lower himself onto his knees to make him look small to about her height. Then slowly with his right hand jacob stretched it out towards Illiana slowly placing it on one of her small shoulders.

"M-miss.." it was shocking to him that he was remembering his manners like Reaper taught him. "why is one of such beauty crying?" He made sure to keep his voice soft and soothing so as to not scare her. That he was making sure to be watchful in case she would try to dart for the door. He couldn't let one so young go out into a world of such dangers.

((I know she is))

"How about we fix that then?" Jacob suggests. He reached into his pants pocket pulling out a very small container. Twisting the lid off there was a batch of white lotion within it. It was the same sort of lotion Jacob had used back at the house to make the pain from his hands vanish it should do the same with this girls wounds as well. He gently wiped the lotion upon the small knees across the scraps. In a matter of moments the burning sensation she would be feeling would begin to vanish. He would put the cap back on and slid the container back into his pocket. So the girl was waiting for her mother to come back. Jacob used to do that for the first few months when he was living with Reaper. He used to sit out on the boulder and gaze off into the distance waiting to see if his mother would come and take him home. She never did.

Slowly Jacob reached over and took hold of Illiana and set her on his lap as they sat there on the floor. "Well, do you feel better now, miss? Want to see a few magic tricks while we wait for your mother to return?"

Jacob was surprised at himself for not cringing up or stiffening when the girl hugged him. Had it been anyone else he was sure he would've started screaming and thrashing by now. Yet, he was amazingly calm and found himself rather enjoying these moments with the girl. A faint smile came to his lips as the girl tried the word. He nodded softly as she pronouced it correctly.

"Here, let me show you." Jacob continued to keep his voice soft and warm.

His hands came out before the two of them clasping together softly. A little glow would start to creak in through the small openings between his fingers. "Flemmix onix minosix."

Jacob whispered softly into the girls ear. His hands slowly came open and out as if cupping an invisible bowl. Between his hands a little bright white orb glowed. It floated in the air by some invisible force beyond their comprehinsion. He would wiggled his right index finger and the orb would start bouncing up and down lightly. Then he would wiggle all of his fingers and the orb would split into ten smaller ones. they would start to rotate in a clock wise manner. With each rotation each orb would change shape. Starting with the simple formations of squares and triangles. Then go to more complex ones such as running puppies to flying sea gulls.

Jacob found himself smiling a bit more now as the girl was in a state of awe. It was always good to hear a childs laughter a child should never be heard crying or screaming. There was something eerie about it when a child does something that simple strikes you to the core. Perhaps it was because they were so innocent of why a childs screams or cries has such an effect upon people. Thankfully the sort of magic Jacob was making weren't harmful.

With his pinky he guided one of the little light orbs over to the girls small hands. To the touch it was warm and almost soothing as if someone was hugging you. If one was to stare into the orb they would begin to see more then a simple magic trick and a bright warm light. The more one focus upon it the more vibrant images begin to form. In this case the orb in which the girl was holding a nebula would come through. It was as if she were gazing off to the deepest part of space out there in the universe.

"Its beautiful...is it not m'lady?" Jacob asked with a smile.

Jacob smiles warmly at her. Yes, it was beautiful so very beautiful...it was amazing how such a thing of beauty could easily turn into that of evil and suffering. A deep void seemed to form in his eyes as those memories slowly slid back into his mind. So much suffering...so much blood.....so many bodies. It was living in hell when you were caught between the midst of war. His fingers drew close together making the other nine orbs meld into one once more. With that done his other hand came up from the side. Turning the past off he focused on the present upon the bright orb. It slowly started to take form of that of a beautiful butterfly. The wings started to flap as if it was flying. Slowly he dropped his hands so as to hug onto the girl. The butterfly took flight and started to fly around leaving a trail of gold glittering sparkles behind.

"yes.....very beautiful indeed, m'lady.." Jacob whispered.

"That? That is a butterfly, m'lady. A fine creature that is.." Jacob focuses upon it in order to make it fly towards them. He held his hand out as it came in for a landing coming up on his index finger. Then slowly he would bring his hand in so that the girl could get a better look at it. He brought up his other hand and pointed at the patterns upon the wings.

"See those? The butterfly here uses these patterns to trick those that wish to harm it. Because to those that wish to harm it those patterns look like real big predatory eyes." Jacob started to explain not knowing if she would understand or not. "but not all butterflies are the same..for they each have a different pattern no a single one is the exact same as the other. But, you must never touch their wings for they have this substance upon them that helps them to fly. And if you touch the wings you take that substance away and it won't fly anymore."