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A hand as black as night lifted, dark claws hooking to grip his throat, but the amulet flashed and the scream that followed the stab wasn't entirely the Darkness's. It echoed, resounding across the land of dreams and the stone went black.
The scream went on hoarse and agonized.
The red drained out of Knights feathers, save where Jekk's knife had bitten so deeply.
Aren screamed, and it echoed across the plain.

The dagger fell from his hand.
Jekk sunk to his knees beside Aren, the fury's influence passed.
"What have I done?"
He began sobbing over one of his closest friends.
His friend who had been pierced by his own blade.
Wounded by his own hand.

A hand the color of coffee reached down and closed on the Amulet, removing it from Aren's neck with a jerk that broke the chain. The Savior, fallen or not, could no longer scream. Her lungs refused to draw in air, leaving her without breath to scream or speak. Her hands clutched at the injury.
Beside Jekk, the owner of the hand that snatched the amulet glared into the black stone with blood red eyes. She was beautiful, her face well-formed and cat-like, with red lips and framed in red hair. Her contours were lush and curvy, clearly no padding of her clothes for she wore nothing but the long falls of hair. Two black, eathery wings emerged from her back to peak over her head, and a long, black tail with demonic point curled around her. She stalked away from the group, muttering to herself or so it seemed, the Amulet clutched in one red-tipped finger.

Aris ignored him for the moment, still muttering, her cat-like eyes narrowing.
"Oh, go to Hell!" She snapped, and threw the amulet down where it vanished as through a line of fire that showed only where it passed through. "Pompous a**." The demon looked around, fists on her hips. Mortals. she thought with disgust, her tail-tip twitching. Didn't any of them have sense enough to do something about that girl?

Aren relaxed, slowly, her pain easing, not ending, but easing. It would need Time to finish. Time for her spirit to recover, as well as her body, for all the magic in the world can't knit together that which resists its pull. Her eyes flutteredlooking for who was there, before focusing on him. The faintest smile touched her lips.
"Jae-" Aren's voice. it was Aren's voice, but so soft, so weak, scarecly heard, scarecly spoken. Her hands were crimson, and her spirit tattered, aching, bleeding from dark claws dug into her.

"Go to Hell," Aris had told the Darkness, casting her prison away from her into nothingness, through a firey portal that showed only where the amulet passed throught.
And it did.
The Darkness went to Hell.

"Min-a?" she whispered, trying to see what cassualties had been inflicted while the Darkness reigned. A shudder ran through her, at the recollection. How close! How close she'd come to believeing it... To laying down and dying inside. Weak fingers left bloody marks on Jaesae's shirt as the gripped as tightly as they could, desperate. Her eyes sought out the others, sought faces they knew, and she relaxed. There... All... there...
Her grip slipped and her hand fell to her lap, her eyes fluttered closed. Knight... But even had her shadow guide been there to reply, she was already unconscious, her body given over to shock, pain, and exhaustion.

And thus began the first sunrise in Myria for a long time.
The Darkness banished, the Light rushed to reclaim its domain.
The sun peered over the far off horizon, bringing with it new hopes, new dreams, new stories.
And the small band of saviors would have many more of those.
Tales of adventure.
Tales of love.
Tales of many things.
But this tale, at least, had a happy ending.
The colours of the rainbox shot through the skies as Jekk strode over and embraced Kikuka.
Welcome to Myria.

((Silent starts us off in the unstickied thread in here))