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Khastur spat on the ground "Sometimes, it seems like there is a force up there, and that force seems wholly bent on stopping me at every turn. I don't care for this god of disdain one bit, I'll ride Archer's horse, Issildia you prop him up on yours-- who knows how long he'll be like that. At any rate, smother his spirits up, these things come up thus to light-- and we should depart."

"This palace grows more sinister by the second, my master, it pleases me." He laughed silently. He put souls into bodies, and three stood out to him, and to them he gave powerful bodies, ones that would soon be generals.

"The choice has already been made Issildia. It is up to us just to carry it through. We don't have free will, nor are we controlled, merely guided. If everyone had free will then the world would be in chaos, yet if we all were controlled there would never be any danger. We know that neither is so yet either may come to pass via a different route." Streak stated. "However, you are correct that we must get moving. I have a strange feeling we are being watched, and I don't like it."

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"Are you ready?" Whispered the figure.
"I am.......master." Replied the dark warrior, formally known as Valrien.
"They are all in position. You leave at once. Do you have the crystal?" Asked the figure.
"I do........master." Once again he hesistated on saying master.
"Then I shall send you now." Said the figure. "Phasmatis of obscurum EGO dico super thee transmitto is res ut regnum of Lavoria."

Translations

Phasmatis of obscurum EGO dico super thee transmitto is res ut regnum of Lavoria.=Spirits of darkness I call upon thee to send this being to the realm of Lavoria.

Kamui walks into the village his black cloak covering his wings. He is famished and wishes for some food at the local in as he weaves his way slightly dizzy from exhaustion. As he makes his way through a back alley a gust of wind blows his cloak open for a moment. He quickly pulls it closed but the damage was already done, a few ruffians had seen his black wings and they closed in on him.

"Hey, get the hell out of our town. Yer currupted by de darkness, we din want yur kin aroun 'ere." One of them says as he grabs Kamui by the front of his cloak, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"please, I only wish to go to the in and eat, then I shall leave in peace." Kamui pleads.

The drunken man grins "you wanna eat?" he tosses Kamui down in the muddy alley way "ye can eat the mud, 'cause that's all yer worth." Kamui spits out the mud and tries to get back to his feet but the man kicks him in the side knocking him over "did I say that you could get up? I wanna see you eat dat mud righ' now." the man kicks him again hard causing Kamui to grimace "Fine den we'll just kill ya. Git'em boys." like a pack of rabid hyenas the men drop upon Kamui beating him with their fists, feet, and anything they can get their hands on. Kamui tastes blood inside his mouth and he feels like there isn't a part of him that hasn't been turned blue from bruising. As he writhes in pain suddenly blood not of his own sprays over his body and one of his assailants falls almost cut in two. A long curved blade flashes out again twice slicing another man's throat and on the backswing disembowling another. The steel blade flickers and dances in the dim light taking one life after another as the drunken thugs try to flee. Kamui's main assailant draws a longsword and charges the man but he was easily disarmed the longsword spinning through the air as the other cloaked man prepares to kill the thug. Kamui gets to his feet and cries out "No stop, please." The blade hesistates for a moment before plunging into the man's throat.

"still weak and caring I see." the cloaked man wipes the blood off his blade on the dead man's tunic and turns to Kamui and drops his hood.

"what are you doing here?" Kamui asks suprised.

"is that any way to greet your brother, especially after he saves your life?"

Kamui shakes his head "no, I am just suprised to see you again. It is good after so long."

Kuroryu smiles slightly "yes things do seem better when we're together, but our viewpoints are still so different. Why brother? Why do you still care about those who would see you dead?"

Kamui leans against a grimy wall gripping his ribs "because brother, all life is precious. I do not want to be responsible for ending the potential each life has. Everyone has good and evil inside them brother, and they always do what they think is right." he motions to the dead men "these men attacked me because they believe that I am evil. I believe differently, but that is because I know myself more, what gives me the right to kill them anymore than they have the right to kill me?"

Kuroryu grimaces "what gives us the right brother is that we have the power to kill them. If they had that power they would do the same to us, you are far to idealistic and that will be your death. You believe in the good in everyone, and I have seen the evil. This is not a good world brother, this is a world where only the strong survive. I will not always be there to save you from yourself." with that Kuroryu spreads his wings and takes to the air "You should not hide who you are, unless you are ashamed of our parents." Kuroryu says as he flies away.

Kamui lowers his head and leaves the town knowing that he will get no service or friendship covered in blood. His brothers words echo in his head as he wonders if his belief is truly the right one.

((thank you, I finally got some time on the computer, though I still have a bunch of homework to do and only a few hours to do it before class xp ))

Archer's voice, raspy, from wounds now healed spoke mysteriously "Fate intervenes, to lead us into eachother's lives. Into other's lives. We choose to exclude other's to leave others behind in our dust. We attempt to bring others in, to weave a thread we call our life. It is inevitable that things that we wish not to happen, happen." He fell silent immediately after, and his head lowered further, his eyes blank and staring past the horse's saddle.

"But what do we fight for when those that we care for are taken beyond our reach? Revenge? Retribution? They are hollow, I can tell you this now..." Issildia voiced faded to near silence, "When you watch the ones you care for be murdered before your eyes...part of you dies with them...and should you live to see all the ages of this world, that part of you will never come back."

She then retired herself to silence as she only glanced at Archer worriedly when he spoke, suspecting him to be somewhat delusional after all that had taken place.