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Zeo pulled the body along with himself into the shadows. Zeo's left arm launched out of the darkness and past Ome's face. It pointed behind him where another tunnel formed "Leave!" Zeo shouted, the ground begining to rumble from the vines in the earth.

"Oh you are quite wrong. I will allow him to live, although I don't think you'll want him alive. When you see him, and what he is like now, you'll wish I'd never brought him back. You can thank your father for what has happened to him. I know you will be back. When that time comes, which I know it will whether sooner or later, call Morier thrice. I am not the evil, darkness that haunts Streak, you are, I was merely passing through." With that the figure disappeared leaving behind the blade with Streak's soul in and Streak shadow blade, with black daggers.

Kuchane awoke, his eyes darting around. "What the fuh-" He said, but screamed in pain from his arm. He looked down "My Arm!" He screamed again. "You! You did this didn't you!" he screamed, pointing at Zeo. He lowered his arm to his side, and a black flame started at his wound, and slowly regenerated his arm "Why are my powers so weak?" He looked down, seeing his blood being absorbed by the vines. "AH! How did this happen?!" He screamed, and writhed against them, his arm now healed. "BOAZ!" he called, for his katana, and it sprag to life, returning to its master's hand instantly.

As the figure disappeared Luin Ryera, followed by Jadea and his brother Damien came walking calmly out of the tower. Damien was the first to reach Issildia and Streaks corpse, he unsheathed his scimitar and leveled it at Issildia's throat. "It would make things so much easier if we ended this now...wouldn't you say brother?"

Luin's gaze grew cold towards Damien, "Put down your weapon...enemies we may be but she held up her end of the bargain, she dealt with our enemies...step aside brother." Luin commanded.

As Damien sheathed his blade angrily; suddenly his free hand shot forward slamming into Issildia's jaw, throwing her back unconscious.

Luin suddenly had a knife at his brother's throat..."If you should kill what may be our only chance at immortality...then make no mistake for I will kill you Damien." Luin then jerked the blade away, leaving a shallow cut along Damien's neck.

"Damien gather the body , Jadea bring the sword and daggers to the Tower," Luin commanded as he then kneeled down to pick up Issildia's unconscious form and stood to begin walking towards the Tower of Vestain.
His brother and Jadea following closely behind him, one bearing Streak's lifeless corpse and the other carrying his blades.

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Issildia awoke within what the Ryera had made into the healing ward inside of the Tower. Her wounds had been healed, by means that Issildia could not guess but she did not ponder long on such thoughts, for Jadea stood at the doorway that led out of the chamber, "You are to remain here until Luin has finished his work."
Issildia arched an eyebrow, "He is to bring Streak back then?"

Jadea sighed heavily and nodded, "Unlike his brother...Luin does indeed keep his word..."

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Within the vaults of the Tower Luin stood beside a raised stone dias, upon which Streak's corpse rested. Beside the body was the blade that his soul had been captured in.

Luin had his head bowed and was muttering a number of incantations under his breath...incantations that only he as the leader of the Ryera knew...

The room itself was already rather cold, but as he spoke the room became darker and the temperature dropped dramatically. Even the blood within his own body became chill to a dangerous temperature. At the same time the silence within the room was interrupted as the near inaudible beat of a heart was heard. As this happened Luin shuddered as color began to return to Streak's flesh and his heart began to beat again.

The wounds that Streak had suffered began to seal over as Luin finally regained his composure to ecome calm and collected once again.

Finally the rasping sound of a struggling breath filled the chamber, as the body took a breath .

Luin then cut his hand with a small dagger from his belt and lifted the blade that Streaks soul was imprisoned in, and allowed his own blood to fall onto the blade. The blood then turned an odd shade of silver; and Luin lifted the blade and allowed the silver drops to run down its length. As the blood neared the tip of the blade it separated into three drops, one was black as night, the second was as grey as a storm filled sky , and the third was perfectly clear and seemed to carry it's own luminescence.

Luin then gave the blade a subtle flick and the three drops left the sword to land upon the now living body. They quickly sank into the skin disappearing completely. Luin lowered the blade to the dais and spoke..."It is done..." As he said this Streak's eyes flickered open...

"He is coming...With the smell of death kicked up and in his grasp, riding upon a horse of blackened steel-- he comes straight for us."
-Der Freischutz

"Reinsen!! Reinsen! Reinsen, hear my call! I will reach you! And these hands shall tear you! Even if they must plow through 12 scores of your men, these hands will reach you-- and these hands mean death!" Khastur let his blade sing, he let it sing a wicked wail-- an aria in largo for his ungodly massacre. Larovians fell by the drove under his might, even a few Ryerans where his temper and quick sword hand betrayed him-- They were all pawns, no merely ornaments, their blood would paint the ground to form the ring where he would duel Reinsen and bring him to his knees. "Reinsen!!" His voice, his steel, would not deliver the message to the Larovian's dark lord-- therefore he would let the gods do it for him. Placing an outstretched hand before him, his arm rigid, he shut his eyes and whispered sagen evils to beckon his call. A great beam of searing platinum light tore through the ranks before him, leaving nothing. Khastur had been waiting, and now he would unleash his true powers that bards would sign mournful ballads on for years to come. Bodies flew through the air with an abounding chorus of screams as he continued hacking at his foes-- his sword and vigor refuled by the old cryptic magiks.

"REINSEN!!"

Streak opened his eyes to see Luin above him. He didn't understand how he had suddenl got from the desert to this extremely cold tower, looking into the face of the one person he was meant to kill and not be dead. He tried to sit up, but could not. All he could move was his eyes. He saw a blade beside him. He had never seen it before, yet it seemed familiar. He attempted to talk, but he couldn't make coherant sounds. He then remembered that Luin could read minds. Maybe he could use this as means of communication. He opened his coincious mind (and nothing else) to Luin.
"How did I get here?" Streak thought.

((Oh, I will. Even if Khastur gets his s**t tossed))

"You're right, the Ryera could never defeat you oh lord Reinsen-- That's why I'm here, remember? My life is combat, since I've awoken it's all I know-- the Ryera kept me alive to kill you, that is all." The shadow rose behind Khastur, it was basically two Reinsen's versus one Khastur. Not good. The shadow came at Khastur swinging a likeness to his own sword, as Reinsen drew his own. Khastur leapt back so as not caught in the middle, Reinsen sent foward the shadow and stood still to mock his plight as he fought with his own shadow.