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Torvil bowed his head and nodded waving a hand a little he promptly sat down on the ground and let out a long drawn out sigh. "I'm not tempting to gods," He said flatly, his eyes looking up at the roof for a moment. "You see, right now, he's not really a god... Almost but not quite, none of the totems are... But..."

He stood, and looked down at his left arm. "The Elements are close, very close. Closer than the Ivory Dragon, and they speak to me... and I'm not sure I like that..."

Then the world got turned up on its head.

The next thing Torvil knew, he was on the ground, the small area around him a perfect bubble of glass under his body. He rolled up out of the small pit, and coughed. His scales were a deep jet black, and he blinked, looking at Morgana and the Egg. He rose again, and moved to her, taking the egg from her hands and looking at it.

"I see... Alright..." He handed it back to Morgana. "He wants to talk to you..."

Well no need to be rude... I just wanted to meet you officially, The voice that just popped into Morgana's head was a deep bass, almost a rumble, like rocks falling down a mountain. And for your information I am not an egg, that is just the easiest way to keep my essence in one place, thank you very much!

The temple caverns rumbled slightly as Torvil shook his head at the egg. "Be nice,"

"You're not going crazy," Torvil told her, walking over to her and holding out the egg. "Yes, it does actually talk,"

Torvil put the godling down and moved over to Morgana, wrapping his arms around her he kissed the top of her head. "Sleep," He murmured, gently brushing her hair. He knew it was too much for her to process at the moment, and he needed her fresh later.

That and he didn't want her to get hurt. "When you wake, this'll all be a bad dream,"

He'd make it that way too.

Torvil leaned against the wall and sighed. He had sworn to her nothing would happen and he had failed. Growling in anger he picked up the egg and threw it as hard as he could into the totems. It bounced then shattered. There was a loud flash of energy as the essence of several thousands years of energy were released quite suddenly.

All of this energy of course, only had one place to go. And that was up and out. It found the person who had bonded to it last. Morgana would suddenly feel a very large boost of energy. It would also break her free of the bond to the god.

The Ivory Dragon was not dead, not by any means, but now his power was gone to Morgana, and now SHE was the one in control.

It was the scream that had attracted Torvil's attention, and as he saw Morgana fall, he acted purely out of instinct, and ran towards where she had started to fall. Reaching out with all the strength he had left, the wind picked up and solidified under her slowly, slowing her decent as if she were falling through mud or water as she tumbled. Before she hit the ground she was almost stationary, allowing Torvil to grab her out of the air and fall to his knees panting.

He could see the power arcing off her body, and feel it as the static buzzed between them. If she had been a powerful elemental being before, this was a bonfire to a candle. He kissed her gently, and then held her close.

"You're free," He knew she was, because Yeria was nowhere to be seen.

Torvil had stayed by his wife's side through the whole ordeal. He was beside her even now, gently taking her hand into his as he waited patiently for her to wake. Was he angered by what the Ivory Dragon had done in its attempt to survive? Yes, and rightly so. His wife was now a walking totem and he could feel the power radiating from her.

No one could draw from that power save herself, he knew that much. In essence the religion of the cliffs was dead, as he had set out to do at the beginning of this war. Times had to change, his people had to change, the Ivory Dragon would have brought them to extinction, Torvil had discovered this in his studies.

Pulling his wife close to him, he rested his head in her neck gently and kissed her skin, feeling the power of her reverberate through his new body. Morgana was not the only one who had changed with her new power. Torvil was now a High Shaman, the tattoo on his right arm had spread all along his body, permeating him. He could see the elements swarming around her, and he sealed them back behind a barrier of his own will. He was tired of their whining, their insistence that they be allowed their revenge against the "god" that had enslaved them. Torvil had told them no, and stood between them and his wife's new symbiont. Not out of respect for the ancient spirit, but out of the desire to keep his wife out of further harm.

His own eyes shifted color with the breeze, representing a new element every moment. Gently he let his lips touch her neck, and he let his power flow into her, bringing them both into a dream-state.

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Now they stood together in the room, but they were what they had been, not what they were now. Torvil stood before Morgana, holding her hands, and he pulled her to him and rested his forehead against hers. "There... Now we can talk and not have the world listen in."