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"Whats up with them?" Shur'ran shakes his head. "Guess we should get to the bridge, got a new crew to take care of..." I head out, Shur'ran going to my quarters so that he wouldn't be seen. I wonder what was wrong with those two. Acting funny they were.

Heat rose in my cheeks, along with indignation, "Scarlet! Scotts was jocking! I love you but I would never make you do anything you didn't want to. To think you would think I would ask you to marry me again at a time like this after I already told you it was your free spirit I loved! Seriously Scarlet! You act like im clueless sometimes!" My intellect was something I defended with a fierce pride, stemming from a need to protect my father's legacy. I stalked off, not looking back.

"Hello Scarlet, I was going to let them see the demons after I go to know them, but I guess not...." I turn back to them and decide to go with the flow. I call Shur'ran, and them let them gasp. Only fourteen kept straight faces. Those were non-humans, I liked that. Two hundred men quieted down together. "You will see things like that. Now, lets get crackin in splitting into groups. I will call those pilots for the fighters, Charlie the bridge crew, Drako the engineering." I glance to Scarlet. "And Scarlet to whatever she wants to take up as." I walk to the group of pilots.

I was about to answer Scarlet when Scotts knocked on the side of the doorway and beconed me back out of the room, "Drako, there is...someone that wants to see you in the underworld." I threw up my hands exasperated, "I don't care what that imp says, he can't do it." Scotts shook his head slowly, "No, its not him its....a women...that seems to be glowing." I arched an eyebrow. "She wants to see you alone in my chambers, go ahead, I'll come in afterwards." I nodded and stepped through the nearest shadow into the underworld. The women, 'fate' was casualy sitting in an elegantly carved chair, playing chess with herself. I walked over but she didn't seem to notice, I studied the board, "Black checkmate in thirteen moves." She blinked and looked up at me, suddenly flaring into her glowing self. I blinked and squinted my eyes, "What to you have to say this time? You where right once....but that was once." Suddenly, she sang a verse.

"You'll be the stranger,
And you'll be the friend.
You'll be the leper,
And you'll be the healer.
You'll be the hero.
And the tragedy."

She started fading out, it sounded like there where more words but I couldn't understand them as the voice faded away. I stood there in stunned silence...how I could I be opposites? a stranger....a friend? I started to puzzle out what it all ment, the first could mean my amnesia, I was a stranger, and then when I regained my memory I was a friend again. I had no idea about the leper and healer, except that I was a druid, who used to commonly settle down as town healers, and the last part...the tragedy? My heart sank as I dwlled on all of what that could mean. Suddenly there was another silvery flash of light on the table with the chess board, a peice of paper, with an elegant script written in a silvery ink, two lines of poetry was written on it.

The lion sing and the hill take flight.
The moon by day, and the sun at night.
Blind woman, deaf man, jackdaw fool.
Let the Lord of Chaos Rule.

When the Wolf King carries the hammer, thus are the final days known.
When the fox marries the raven, and the trumpets of battle are blown.

I turned the paper over, in a black script, seemed to be charcoal,

Born in shadows, dawns dieing light.
Born a warrior, forced to fight.
The world turns, the cycle anew.
Fight they will. The chosen few.
Swiftness of red, wolf with fang of blade.
History brought new, again begins to fade.
The world will sing his rhyme.
He rides again, on the winds of time.

I read the paper, back and front, over and over, it was all so unreal, like a story from a book, this never happened in real life. I was no hero! When the otherside seemed to speak of future, the back seemed to speak of the past and present. I shivered quiet hard and stuffed the note in my pocket, should I tell Scarlet? Ofcourse, it mentioned her...Swiftness of red, wolf with fang of blade. That mentioned both parts of my name, and hers, what other red was there? not to mention her father called her re-.....My eyes bulged and i took the paper back out, my hands shacking, her father called her Red......black writing...charcoal...no it couldn't be! I killed him! I stuffed the note into my pocket, running out of the chamber, if he was alive.... I ran faster still.

Scarlet wondered what was wrong.She heard Drako sprinting through the hallway toward her dorm.Something was terribly wrong.She could feel it.
As he slowed down and walked into the room she spyed a crunched up piece of paper in his pocket.
"Something is wrong isn't it Drako!Something really,really bad must have happend for you to look so scared.What happend?Drako?......Drako....speak to me!"
Drako had gone into some sort of dase like he wasn't even with the real world anymore.

I look at the ceiling pointedly. What was that about? How long had I been gone? I don't know, but you need to stop thinking so loud you give me a migraine! I whisper sorry, and then grab Păcaturgie from its scabbard and run to the hanger bay. People look up from their work to check on me, but other than that, it was normal.

"Uh, get back to work, good crewmen." I look at Shur'ran. His hair was bristling and he had a snarl on his lips. "What's up with you?"

Their is something wrong, Vincent. We may be connected, but I can't sense you, as if... Suddenly, I look at the dark walls about me. Damn, I knew it! We are still in the underworld! I look at him, he was right. Still, I had Păcaturgie in my... I had summoned it unconsciously. I look around. I test the bars, and then the walls themselves. No! They weren't budging. I swing the blade hard, connecting with the bars. They slice. I repeat and make a large hole.

"After you, oldie." Shur'ran growls as he launches out into the hall. I follow. We were in danger, and I was bad at magic, and we were against heavy magic doers. Great. We were dead for sure. We make it across the complex, if thats what it is, and then we are almost to the light. A large figure approach me. He pulls a large gun-like sword.

"You will not go any further." He puts it in my face. I freeze, so does Shur'ran. This was bad. "You are alone, only I know you are here. Besides the other Kitsune. You are stuck here, until the Heroes emerge." Heroes again. "You are a Hero, you must stay alive." Oh. Not good. Destiny again. Crap.