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Streak stirred and began to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was Issildia looking down on him. He looked up to see the tower he had fallen from. "What happened? How did I get down here?" Streak asked. He couldn't remember the fear or the fall, only the waiting before. "I was up there just a second ago and now I'm down here, what just happened? How did you get here so quickly, I've only just arrived.....haven't I?" Streak asked.

"Streak. Streak Lightening." Streak took her hand and pulled himself up.

"Both in a sense. Revenge of my parents and compensasion for a 'friend'." Streak said. "Also to gain some knowledge from the Tower of Dalken."

(((Excellent, someone that will blur the lines between good and evil, I like the new character Gourou)))

((Why Thank you. 3nodding ))

Lazirisk's eyes raced across the pages madly, the pieces were finally falling together.

'And when a being of pure evil should conquer the glowing city, a catalyst will rise, and after invoking all of the higher elements within a virgin body, then the envoke'er will --" Lazirisk froze, his eyes wide. He nearly fell to the ground, the next page was missing. It looked like it had been torn out but-- What did it say!? This may hold the answer to his destiny, O gods what did it say!? He slammed the book shut in frustration and stormed down the streets. Within the now Anierian rebel territory was an ancient library, and after a great battle, he and the rest of the force sacked the immediate area. However, he was one of the only ones to bother looking in the library. He had found many good ones there to be sure, and had furthered his skills in magic-- But one book, the book he held in his hands-- he knew it to be special. He could not read the title, but even if he could, surely speaking the words aloud would invoke some higher retribution from the gods.

He stood at the border of Celtarie territory, he wouldn't tell anyone of this lest they take it from him. He would seek out an Anierian of great power, and force the secret from their dying lips. He would find out the secret and fulfill his destiny. Lazirisk brought in a deep breath, and let it out into the night sky. He strode foward again, but in a different walk, one of stealth. He stole between buildings and alleys as he went deeper into enemy territory. He barely thought of what would happen if he was caught...Well if he was caught, he'd go for all his worth and kill...200! Lazirisk nodded, he'd kill 200, just like commander Sasarai, then the forces would come for revenge. Songs would be sung of his glory, oh Lazirisk, brave Lazirisk, going out all by himself to die fighting for his country. Why had we not seen it before? Lazirisk is a true Celtarie! Lazirisk smiled broadly, his grandfather would be proud too.

Lazirisk saw a man walking alone, enrobed in fine blue silk. Lazirisk looked down at his robes, war-torn and filthy, they were already patch-work when they got them. The forces didn't bother giving him armor... But that was because they needed it for men like Sasarai and Vicks, Lazirisk understood, it's not that the army doesn't care about him, they're just trying to win the war. Lazirisk sympathized with that...But. He looked out to the roaming figure. As long as there was an opportunity to say...upgrade... Lazirisk's hand fell to the handle of his blade as he crept along the shadows, he threw a rock off to the left. The man looked off in surprise, but, Lazirisk smiled, he was looking the wrong way.

He came up behind the man's right and drew the blade along his neck, while muffling him with his own cloak. He pulled him into the alley and whispered into his ear. "That's a very nice cloak you're wearing there.." The man's eyes widened in mortal fear, his right arm desprately trying to tug out his sword. Lazirisk stripped the man of his cloak with his left hand and pushed himself on top of him, plunging his knife straight through his neck and plucking out his adam's apple. Lazirisk layed there with him, felling his body shutter until his flame of life went out. Lazirisk wiped his brow and stood up, throwing his bloody old cloak over the body, and bringing the new fine silk over himself. He felt like royalty, he wiped the blood off his dagger on the man's forehead leaving the Celtarie mark. He stood up again and sheathed his weapon, he turned off on his heel and headed off deeper into enemy territory.

~The faint tapping of footsteps could once again be heard in the area as the man with jeweled armor once again made his appearance. He was now somewhere in between the Eradonian Pass and Lake Veldan, following the energy signature that was given off by the crystal fragments he hunted. This area possessed a fading dark aura, one thathe had not encountered before. His hunt was becoming more and more frustrating as he realized a consistent pattern in the location of the fragments. It seemed that none of them were where they were supposed to be. It was as if they were moving from location to location, but what was more irritating was the mystery regarding how they were being transprted. As he surveyed the area, his senses were overwhelemed by an aroma that was all too familiar to him....blood, and what was worse, it was fresh.

The man had come across the body of a soldier leaned up against the trunk of a tree. His throat was cut and his blood was steadily flowing from the open wound. It seemed that his man was killed just recently. As he continued to study yhe body in front of him, he came to recognize his uniform. It was that of the Larovian Empire. He did not understand why a soldier from Larovia would be in this area by himself, but whatever the reason, someone did not like his presence in this area. It seemed that whoever had taken the crystal may have killed this man. There was more at work here than he knew of, and it seemed that he would not be able to play it quiet, as he had hoped. He could sense the presence of the battalion from before in the near distance, and began to make his way towards their camp. His speed increased steadily, until his body faded into the air. Hopefully he could get some answers out of these soldiers, and if not, their lives were worthless to his cause.~

~A gust of wind blew throughout the emcampment of Larovia's battalion, as the man in jeweled armor reappeared in the center of their camp. He was still foloowing the traces of energy given off by the jewel fragment. His search led him to a pavilion-like tent. He slipped into the tent, almost unoticed by the guard outside. His speed was undescribable. It was almost as if a moment in time was halted with his movements. Once inside, he could no longer feel the presence of the jewel . It was once again on the move, but he did however encounter the commanding oficer of the battalion. He stood normally, but his own aura remained hidden to all except those whom knew what it felt like.~

Just missed it. stare I haven't felt a power like this before, but he is definitely of the Ryera bloodline. You, what have you done with the fragment? What are you using it for? Speak.

((FYI: Anything in Italics are thoughts. Raven knows this, but for anyone else. Don't assume to be telepathic when you are not. It gets quite annoying. lol))