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Luin had only arched an eyebrow at Streak, though Luin had the ability to be in tune with the thoughts of others his skill was not that of a telepath like those of Nazuren blood. His powers mimicked those of an empath, he could sense emotion and at times view the memories of others, and even direct the paths of a person's memories and emotions. But he was no telepath, not in the least, still he caught a sensation of fear emanating form Streak, but paid no heed to it, for he had done as he and Issildia had agreed.

"You should be able to walk in a matter of minutes" said Luin dryly. "After which I would advise that you remain within the tower..."

Reinsen leapt back, but not before being nicked by Khastur's blade. Reinsen ignored the cut as he watched the shadow be sliced in half but only smirked at this, "Impressive...but it shall not change your fate...you will die..." hissed Reinsen as he suddenly dropped to a knee and drove his sword into the ground. "N'hrive!" he shouted.
Suddenly frost spread forth across the ground from where his blade was. Soldiers;Larovian and Ryera alike that were touched by this deadly frost suddenly went still and ceased to draw breath, their lungs and blood frozen and unmoving. The frost spread quickly in Khustar's direction threatening to kill him where he stood.

"And now...you will die" seethed Reinsen, who remained kneeling with his hand still grasping the blade to allow the spell to continue.

"I beg to differ" hissed Issildia in her father's ear. Reinsen quickly drew his blade from the ground, stopping the frost in its tracks. There was a clash of blades as Reinsen caught Issildia's oncoming horizontal slash.

The two struggled to throw off the blade of the other for a few moments before Reinsen managed to throw Issildia back with a kick to the ribs.
Issildia was thrown back a matter of yards but managed to land without further damage and instantly leapt back up at her father.

"Sindavathar!" said Issildia as she stopped in her headlong charge, her free hand extending towards Reinsen. At that moment gray shadow like tendrils reached up from Reinsen's own shadow to wrap around the Larovian Lord's wrists and legs binding him in place.

"Luin wants you off the battle field." said Issildia dryly to Khastur as she slowly approached the bound Reinsen, "Though I doubt that you will listen to me."

It was then that the air around Reinsen and Issildia grew cold, the temperature dropping dramatically. The tendrils of gray shadow that bound him seemed to suddenly shatter and Reinsen stood slowly free of his imprisonment.

Issildia stepped back in partial surprise as her father immediately lashed outwards with his blade catching Issildia across the stomach, leaving a shallow gash and causing her to stumble back in surprise.

Reinsen Nevar then turned his attention back to Khastur, "Now where were we..."

(((No problem, I know what it's like to be busy with HW. sweatdrop )))

As the attack came at him, Reinsen's form began to fade into the shadows but suddenly the grey tendrils that Issildia had previously summoned appeared once again, wrapping around Reinsen's wrist and left leg holding him in place as Khastur's attack made contact.

Reinsen's own shadow leapt up to act as a shield to protect Reinsen and managed to hold off the brunt of the attack, but it soon fell back to it's post at Reinsen's feet and the Larovian emperor was thrown back by Khastur's spell. As Reinsen landed a number of yards away Issildia could now be seen standing off to the side, with one hand held to the shallow gash in her stomach, and the other out thrust in a spell casting gesture. She lowered her hand and proceeded to draw her blade, blood still seeping through her left hand where she held it over the gash.

She then turned towards her father's form as he came to his feet in an instant, his eyes dark and foreboding.

He suddenly gestured outwards with his left hand and a torrent of ebony flame billowed forward at his opponents.

Issildia gestured at the ground with her blade and murmured a phrase under her breath. Light suddenly flared to life at her feet, then rose like fire to stand between her self and her Father's attack, though the spell itself had another use than simply to protect it's caster.

As the flames reached the shield they were reflected back at Reinsen who immediately sank into his own shadow and reappeared off to the right of where the flames came racing by.

"In what world can a half-blood defeat me daughter...even if you indeed carry the blood of the Nevar you will never be like us...you will never rule Larovia."
Issildia narrowed her eyes at this, "Who said I wanted to?"

"You live a cursed existence, everyone you have ever cared for is now dead because of you...Anier lies in ruins because of you Issildia..." he said darkly.

"No you lie..." said Issildia, "Larovia and Anier were always enemies, would even you be one to destroy an entire race to simply make a point.?"

Reinsen slowly began stalking towards her, "I would and I did, Anier lies in ruins because of your pitiful existence....you killed my only sons, you led to your mother's death..." he said carefully,
"And it is you that led to Demitri's death...you are a murderer Issildia...a bringer of pain and burden," He was now only a matter of feet from her as he brought his sword out to be level to her neck, all he had to do was take a step and he could tear open her throat.
"I can end you suffering...I can stop you before you bring harm to any others."

(((Oh I love character development. heart This is going to be good.)))

Issildia had been knocked away by Khastur's charge, and watched in horror as her father ran Khastur through. This action seemed to bring her back to reality as she banished her Father's words. She came to her feet in an instant her blood covered left hand coming away from the gash and she dropped to a knee and pressed the blood soaked palm into the earth. "Thangarim yassen templa, Pelekta yassen runya"
The blood upon her hand was suddenly absorbed into the desert sands.
"Entula tuulo' i'ba," she said as her energy was leached from her in preparation for her spell.

"Yala onna en' kemen!" she shouted over the turmoil of battle. As she said this a copper toned light sprang forth from where her hand was set against the ground. Issildia ignored this and continued on with the incantation.
"Yala onna en' vilya" she said, her voice losing its strength as the spell began to grow in power, now a pale silver light joined in with the copper colored light.
"Yala onna en' alu,...Yala onna en' naur..." A deep blue color along wit a fiery red light joined into the spell. The different tones of light then billowed outwards to encompass the three of them. The was soon a maelstrom of light circling them, the center point of this being Reinsen Nevar.
Issildia then stood, barely able to stand; her balance uncertain, still she bolted toward where Khastur had her father pinned to the ground.

She paid no heed to her father as she grabbed Khastur by the shoulder and suddenly they both disappeared in a flare of gray shadows.

Issildia was unable to take them far in her weakened state, but it would have to do, for the spell she had cast was far more powerful that the one she had used to defeat Streak and she would not have been able to control it.

As Reinsen regained his footing there was a flare of white light at the summit of the cyclone of colored light that blinded even Issildia who was now a few hundred feet away from her father and the spell that she had unleashed. As the light flared, the cyclone suddenly condensed, and closed in on itself and upon Reinsen. As it became nothing more than a sphere of light no more than ten feet across.

As soon at it reached this state it suddenly burst outwards in an explosion that shook the very foundations of the Tower of Vestain....



After the spell had completed itself all that remained was an ashen expanse of sand where Reinsen had once been. Yet Issildia had not felt her father's death, nor did she see any remains. She could only hope that her attempt had not been for nothing.

She finally turned her attention to Khastur who was still impaled by the blade. "Hold still this is going to be a shade painful" she said tightly with an exhausted voice, as she grasped the hilt of the sword that had run him through.



(((Translations~Blood I give to thee, so that my will may be done, a curse upon my foe, a curse of flame and retrubution, I summon the power of my people, of whose blood I share, I summon the powers of Earth, Air, Water and Flame to heed my call and strike down my foe.

All Anierian based off of Elvish)))

"I will not give up! no! NEVER!" he continued struggling. "Who-Who are you?" He growled, and pulled with all his might, unable to move anything

Kuchane quirked a brow, and stilled "Power?" His eyes glinted with greed "Its a deal... I'll be like Joseph in the bible correct? his relationship with Potiphar?" He smiled wickedly, more so than before "If I can control the shadows like you... then I will do anything... master." He bowed his head.

Streak decided he was ready. He picked himself up from his resting place. The room was no longer as cold as it had been. He had to find Issildia, or at least Luin. He knew that Luin had said not to leave, but he felt he had no choice in the matter. He was about to open the door when it just burst off its hinges sending Streak flying. He flew higher then he should have from such a small explosion. He smashed through the very roof of the building. Eventually his accent stopped. He was 100 metres from the ground. He thought he was going to die when suddenly....... the shadows below seemed to move. They rose up to his level and slowed his fall. Streak was confused.

"This can't be real. This must be a dream. A small explosion couldn't make me fly through stone to a height like this, and shadow is just lack of light, they can't move. These are shadows, not people in shadow form. What the hell is going on?" Streak thought to himself. The shadows stopped lowering him when he was about 3 metres from the ground. He had not expected to be dropped. He then heard a voice, familiar yet unrecognised. It was the same voice he had heard the prophacy in.
It is not your time yet.
"Who are you?" Streak cried out.
I am the light and the dark, the earth and the moon, the sun and the stars, I am the key to the Universe.
"Why do you speak in such riddles? Why do you speak to me?" Streak asked.
Only those that listen can hear, only those that are silent say the most, only those that have seen death may truely live, only those of both and neither can have immortality.
"I don't understand." Streak called.
You will, soon enough.
"When? Where? How? Why?" Streak blurted out. He got no reply. He looked aroun for where the voice came from and saw nothing. When he turned around he saw Issildia, only 50 metres away from him.
"Did she hear the voice?" Streak wondered. He had to know. He was confused, but for some reason, he was also scared, yet confident.

"Issildia!" Streak shouted out. He had some questions that need answering......

(( biggrin Is that long enough? wink 383 words, a new record for me cool ))