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Balling her hands in to fists. Feeling very upset, her clothes never stopped moving, now mourning for the loss of this young one as well as being furious with the outcome of this day. After a moment, she looked up at Ali with a somber expression. "Content with what happened to the young one, no. Content with the knowledge that I have made a costly mistake, no. Content with having acted upon the idea that I was attacked, yes. Content with the knowledge that I am solely responsible for an irreparable action stemming from a misunderstanding .. yes. But the next thought and appropriate question; am I proud? To which the answer is I most certainly am not." she said softly, standing slowly and picking up the still blanket wrapped gift that the young one had attempted to present her with.

(Ooc: Even if this is one of the tests, I disagree with having the kid be impaled because generally the trunk of trees, especially older ones, don't have branches of any sort. I could have been more descriptive but this wiki page has a decent explanation and image of what I have in mind as a tree trunk. It'd be the same as pinning someone against the wall from 10 feet away, which would hurt but shouldn't be strong enough to impale one XP )

(Ooc: figured you wanted him to die XP Anywhos, edited wink Moo. )

"What might one do when these things happen? This runs far deeper than failure." she said softly. Moving closer to Ali and the child, she placed the parcel on the child, looking to Ali with apologetic eyes. "It is not right that I accept this." Taking a step away again, she spoke in the Ancient Language, saying words of apology and well wishes in to the after life.

Looking to Ali again, she tilted her head. "Is there anything I may do?"

Catching the parcel she finally tugged at the edges, trying to reveal what was concealed within it. "If you insist." she said calmly, though her upset regarding this was clear on her face.

With a small sigh, she too disappeared with a small pop, not wanting to possibly run in to someone else on that day.

There was one final thing to do before everything came into place. Before Yawgmoth's great plan was finally initialized and ready to go. He had to become a walking god once more. There was a time, before the syndicate, before Angel's history of hell, before anyone's history, where Yawgmoth stood with no equal in the universe. Then, then that wretched Urza's weapon knocked him from his high horse. And he fell, hard. Splitting his mind into two sides, one good one evil. And years later, actually splitting his body, and his original powers. The body that tormented residents inside of the syndicate was the evil body obviously. Only Angel and Zero knew where the good body resided. But this was to be no longer. Yawgmoth came drudging his way into the syndicate's boarders. He'd left unknown to everyone, even to Crow. Dragging with him a body. A large male. As large as he was. The same red hair. Both men looked like they had been through hell. Yawgmoth could not bear to drag this man anymore and finally turned him on his back showing the world the face. The face of his twin. The 'good half' of the original laid 'dead' at the evil one's feet. "You couldn't just come quietly and rejoin something greater could you!?" he shouted at the corpse. "No. No you had to fight us. Knowing you would lose. Bah. But you knew you'd weaken us. Hoping someone else would pick us off didn't you!?" He said kicking his foot into the corpse's side. "But none of that matters now! No sir. You didn't know what we were going to do with you once we offed you did you? Not a clue in the world!" Yawgmoth said sounding more and more insane talking to the dead as the moments went on. "Just a little further you heavy son of a b***h. We already prepared. We already made the sacred ground where our ritual will take place." Yawgmoth said grasping hold of the corpse again and starting to drag it onward once more.

Finally after what seemed like forever he reached a spot with several ancient runic letters carved into the ground. Carved into rocks that were arranged in a special circular pattern around one large rock that had been cut down to resemble an alter of some kind. Yawgmoth hauled the corpse of the other Yawgmoth onto the alter and stepped back standing upon one of the large stones in the circle that had several runic letters on it instead of just one. Yawgmoth had prepared well for this. He was going to reunite the two halves of the original. If anyone had looked into his past, if anyone was alive that he shared his memories with, that crazed tyrant, the man that stomped into war alongside his machines. That's what he would become again. Not this half shell of a super being that he was now. No. He had to be greater. And there was no greater power than becoming what he had been before Urza's legacy tore him apart. Yawgmoth's body began to pour energy out that was seemingly absorbed by the runes. The great strain it was taking on his body to complete this ritual was very evident before it had even begun. Sweat almost instantly started to roll down his forehead. His veins bulged out against his skin. The corpse of the twin Yawgmoth started to 'dissolve' into a fiery purple energy. As the ritual reached its culminating point the purple energy rushed into Yawgmoth being absorbed by every pore. All the runic symbols on the alter Yawgmoth had created stopped glowing with his energy and there was a very small calm. Yawgmoth examined himself to see if he felt any different. No.....this couldn't be. There was no change!? But but but he had absorbed his good half. He had become one whole being again. Where was this godlike power? Where was his near infinite supply of energy? As these thoughts ran through his head it struck him. A surge unlike anything Yawgmoth had ever produced in his life. Not even the wave that struck down the RDS to create the shadow creature was close to this surge of power. No, it was happening. As the energies well within Yawgmoth he decided, that he would not destroy half of the syndicate again, no that could ruin his plans, he decided at the last moment before the energy took over, that he would direct its overflow at the sky. Cursing the spirit of Urza for separating him and at the same time, mocking the same spirit because he was whole once more.

A giant column easily as wide as a football field burst into the sky glowing with a giant purple energy. Energy radiated out off of it in waves but since Yawgmoth had directed the majority of the energy's output to the sky the waves were only strong enough to break some windows and maybe a few more glass objects inside of buildings once they shattered the windows out, but nothing beyond that. The purple column suddenly had a spiraling line of black rush and wrap around it making it appear like a titanic purple and black spiraled candy cane. The small black spiral grew larger and large until it enveloped the purple and left the night sky charred with the black column of pure evil energy. This display lasted for quite some time, long enough for just about the entire guild to see from their homes. For once, when it was done, the ground wasn't charred as bad. The crater created by the beam was only as wide as the column had been, and barely a foot deep at its lowest point. Yawgmoth had successfully diverted the energy to the sky so as not to arouse the people of the syndicate to what he'd just done. To what horrors he had just created for them. A brand new Yawgmoth was ready, ready for war.

Wandering outside after Ali, she realized spring was here. Blue eyes observed their surroundings for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the breeze passing them by as she neared Ali. Allowing a smile to cross her lips for a brief moment, she nodded her head to him in greeting. "I trust you are well?"