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(((Character development is fun isn't it lol. And no, Streak won't be dying lol, actually his decision changed his fate I do believe lol..)))


Valrein collapsed to the ground his blood staining the parched desert earth. "Take her to Lord Nevar!...And kill the traitor!" shouted Valrien before his eyes clouded over, and his form became still.

Two of the remaining five assassins roughly grabbed Issildia by the forearms and began to make their way towards the retreating army, the remaining three turned on Streak. Two of them wielding twin scimitars with serrated edges, and the third wielding a wicked looking scythe.

The scythe wielding assassin made the first move, his weapon coming in low at Streaks legs...


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As Issildia was forced to walk towards the retreating Larovian army, the air around them grew cold, to the point that the breath of the assassins could be seen condensing in the air. As the tips of two blades came to rest as the back of the two assassin's necks, the larovians ceased walking.
"I don't think the lady wishes to be treated in such a way gentlemen." hissed a voice that Issildia knew all to well. "Luin?"

"Do you want the one on the left or the right brother?" asked a similar but younger sounding voice.
"Damien?" Issildia managed to say before the two larovians were torn away and quickly run through by the two Ryera brothers.

As Issildia stood Luin tore the Altherie chain away from her wrists, "What are you doing?" Issildia asked, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Proving my point..." he said solemnly as his brother Damien finished off the last of the two assassins.

Issildia arched an eyebrow, "I see."

Luin smirked, "Go and deal with the rest of them, I think your friend could use your aid."

Issildia looked to where Streak was now battling the three assassins, she glanced back to where Luin and Damien had been but there was nothing there, only the faint sensation of a chill in the air...

After a long time had passed, the seal in the room glowed a bright red, and expanded. Zeo rose from the seal, his wings covering his entire body, and what seemed to be something else. Once Zeo was fully out of the seal, it became more notieable that he was covered in blood and just from his return from hell had already risen the heat in the room. The seal shattered below Zeo's feet and vanished from the room. Zeo remained still for a few minutes and then suddenly stretched out his wings releasing over a thouasand souls that screamed and went in every direction but remained somewhere in the castle which still remained dead as before when Zeo left. He spoke in a raspy, tired voice " I've finally returned.... Hell is worthless, I barely found anything to suit me.... Maybe someday I'll take over Hell itself..." Zeo laughed in a low tone, and knelt on the floor trying to regain his strength.

"Thankyou." Streak picked himself up. "Argh!" Streak cried as a pain shot through his left foot and his right leg. He was also brusied a bit from his fall. He brushed himself down. "I'm sorry for what I had done. I wish I could change what happened, but the past is untouchable." Streak sighed. He then saw the Lavorian army and how close it was. "I think we have to go before something else happens." Streak looked to the corpses of the Tel'Domeduathea. He saw 3 bodies on the ground surrounding him, then a thought suddenly struck him. "There were 8 in total, 2 took Issildia, 3 fought me and I kill Valrien, the 7th, commanded them before he died. Where is Valrien's corpse?" Streak looked across the blood-stained ground in confusion. Then he shrugged and looked to Issildia.

((And now for my own little plot twist.))

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"Cruor ut cruor, nex ut vita, animus rebirth." Called out the dark figure. He had the body of Valrien on his hard red stone bench. The room's temperature was so cold that Valrien's hair was white with frost in places. "Suscitatio!" He called out. Valrien's eyes began to flicker. He eyes slowly opened.
"W....where am I?" Valrien asked, a slight bit of fear in his voice.
"You're in the World of the living, again." replied the dark figure.
"Who are you?" Valrien asked.
"That question will be answered in time, but for now you must rest. Dieing takes up a lot of energy and you have several fatal wounds on you. If you don't rest you might die again." replied the figure again.
"Are you........Morier?" asked Valrein.
"Although that isn't my true name, I do on certain occassions go by that name. Now rest. When you awaken you'll have a lot of work to do. You owe me a life debt." laughed the figure.............


Translations:
Cruor ut cruor, nex ut vita, animus rebirth = Blood to blood, death to life, the soul's rebirth.
Suscitatio = Awaken

((What do you think to that? During my translation I found that the English word, ressurect, comes from the latin word, resurrectio, meaning awaken. Useless info. but still good.))

Streak nodded back.
"There is one thing I would like to know though. How did you manage to stop Morier?" Streak asked.

Khastur came up in the rickety cot, his head was throbbing and he was heavily bandaged along his torso. A medic looked to Khastur with surprise "You....You're awake! Um....Uh....Oh no...." Khastur's eyes narrowed "Excuse me?" The medic stood up frightened "I mean -- I'm just surprised, I mean the sages were going to come unlo-- heal you, but it would seem that you're allright!...Um-- Praise to the goddess!"

Khastur rose "Oh no you don't, just what the hell is going on here, huh?"

The medic hit the wall as she backed away quickly "D-Don't kill me! I don't want to die! We're just trying to save our-- agh!!" Khastur roughly gripped the medic by the throat, Khastur was nude, he had been stripped so proper attention could be paid to the damage, in case it wasn't all healed-- he thought. He hoped. What was going on?

The medic started to gasp out pleas for help, Khastur lowered the medic so her toes touched the ground. "I was already healed by Issildia-- first things first, why am I in here?"

"Y--you were just unconscious in the sand-- W-we thought you were dead! The woman who healed you left." Khastur lowered her a bit more, showing he would spare her if she talked. "And where did she go?"
The medic closed her eyes "I-- I can't tell you." Khastur gripped harder and raised her again, "You are testing my patience." The medic's eyes began to well with tears "There was a fued between her and the man streak, I don't know what of-- she went after the Larovian forces, the man grieved, followed her soon after." Khastur sighed, "I have deviated from my path of questioning-- why am I here?" The woman rocked her head wildly her hair coming undone "I already told you!" Khastur slammed her against the wall "You told me a lie! You best stop feeding me this bullshit before I let things get ugly." The medic's eyes locked with Khastur's "Blood, they want your blood Khastur! Something to do with necromancy, and the Ryerans living in peace again! Only Luin, the clan leaders, and the high sages know." The medic began to weep openly, Khastur let her come to the ground and let her head rest on his shoulder as she continued speaking "I don't want to be tied in all this, many of the forces don't want to be either-- We've seen the destruction of necromancy, no good can come of it, all underlings who stand against the elders' will die, their families die, and mages erase memories of the people who knew the 'traitor', do you remember when you first came to the village? I helped you recover...I wanted to see you kill Nevar...I tried my hardest to save you whenever you were wounded in battle-- So you could kill the sages too-- they'll destroy the planet if you let them." She wrapped her arms around him "Please save the Ryeran people." Khastur held her back "I already swore it...When I first came...What is your name?" She wiped her eyes "Sasarai." He nodded "Allright, I won't let this happen-- don't worry...I'm sorry for hurting you." Suddenly a flap opened in the tent and a robed figure stepped inside "Sasarai, I knew you were getting too familiar with Khastur when he slept, you were making such a ruckus-- Oh...Khastur...A pleasure to see you. Come, you have been summoned to meet with Luin."

Khastur let go of Sasarai and picked up a pole arm leaned on the wall "...I will have no conference with Luin." The robed figure opened the flap wider "I thought you would say as much..." Outside of the tent was twelve fully armed soldiers "Sasarai, when we have finished here, you will be terminated-- say goodbye to your family now, not that they'll remember."

The robed figure looked to Khastur "Don't think we wouldn't kill you, all we need is your blood-- why, if you drain all of your blood and give it to us-- then you're free to go!" the man laughed and snapped his fingers, the soldiers behind him brought up arms and came forward. Sasarai fumbled about in place, she wanted to help, but knew it would be pointless. Khastur brought up a hand, he wouldn't give up, he would escape and return here after finishing with Nevar, he would bring down the tower; even if he had to tear it apart stone by stone. A beam burst out from his hand and decimated half the troupe in front of him, a blaring light in the dark dusk. But he heard a rip behind him, looking it was a pike coming through the tent-- soon he would be surrounded. He grabbed sasarai's hand "Come with me, we can make it!" and ran hard out of the tent, smacking the robed figure in the gut with the blunt end of the pole arm. He only regretted not being able to put on some armor at this point... He headed to his tent where there was more soldiers, but they didn't seem like they would attack. When he approached, they saluted. "What are you doing?" Khastur said in amazement; "Khastur Sir, we are fighting to save our motherland, you have no place in this fight-- Now. Go." Khastur had no time and merely grabbed his weapons, slinging the rest of his gear in a pack and running off-- All the horses were out of the pens, as behind him in the Ryera camp the soldiers had raised a coup de'tat against Luin and the sages.

The desert sands were quite cold at night, Khastur winced at not packing some food, but it couldn't be helped he supposed. Carrying the heavy pack on his shoulders, he and Sasarai continued through the desert at an ambling pace, now that they had managed to get out of the Ryera's direct territory it was safer going. Khastur put his hands to his mouth, he didn't think it would work-- but it was worth a try. "Issildia!" nothing now save the chilling desert night, sending sand flowing across the dunes like an ocean tide. "Issildia!"

Issildia easily heard Khastur's shout and within moments she came up behind them slowing the gait of her horse as she came up along side them.

"What happened!?" she asked, "Why was Luin after you...I thought you were on his side?"