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A strong wind pasted through the area. One that couldn't be felt physically by a normal creature. A magical wind of great strength flowed freely through the area. No. Not just the area, the universe. The wind twisted itself on the center point of the plains, sending fireflies jittering with unplesent hummings. The cold physical wind that passed, became hot, and humid.

The two temperatures mixed together causing a tornado of black to weave itself into the world. The tornado cut away at the earth below it as it stayed still in that single spot in the grass. Green particles of energy began to form within the tornado, then spun with it. Making grow slightly larger as it tear away deeper into the ground beneath it's power. The tornado of darkness soon became a spiraling twister of green light, that lit up the area so well that the stars could barely be seen.

The continous spiral carried on for only a few minutes before suddenly, the particles in the wind stopped in place, and drove themselves within the tornado's main body, the wind continuing to spin. Seconds later, the vortex of air ceased. A glowing humanoid figure stood within the pit the tornado had created, the dirt glowing gently of green energy.

The figure's energy soon faded, along with the particles on the ground.

A man wearing angelic white garments stood stiff in the center of the crater. Neck to toes with white boots, slacks, tunic, and a scarf that completely covered the lower half of his face below his eyes. Long nearly white-blonde hair flowing down to his shoulders, and dark emerald colored eyes peered about, looking for something curiously oddly.

A blood red oriental scabbard, with a leather wrapped handle sticking from the top, was strapped tightly to his back by a black leather band. Around his waist was a belt to match the rest of the clothing, with a pair of sterling silver scabbards hanging from it. Obviously sword scabbards from their length. Two, well decorated handles of jewels, stones, and metals were sheathed within the scabbards.

He looked about, finding no life around him as he watched the ground around him. The grass was re-growing itself quickly within the pit. He walked slowly to the edge that was coming quickly towards him, each step leaving a plot of mystical, golden flammed, markings behind, that disappeared soon afterwards. He walked out from the pit, his feet easily carrying him up the incline of the area as he proceeded in the direction of the Fortress of Twilight.

Havoc warped into the plains. "The perfect site...." Havoc murmered some unhearable spells, creating a barrier around him as he gathered energy for his shadow palace.....

Kimoru warped inside the barrier protecting havoc, and quickly stabbed him in the back of the neck. His aura became one with Havoc's, and he then burst from the inside out, Kimoru absorbed all of hsi energy along woth that Havoc took from him. "Not good enough...." He re warped back into the ground, only the splattered flesh of havoc remained.

*A bright white light flashed,then as the flash died the boy was left in his sitting position.Looking around he saw he was on a field of some sort.He still had all his clothes and was in one piece.That was good.Slowly the white tendrils wrapped around him slid into the earth.With a shrug he got up and brushed himself off.*

...?

*Noticing the odd creature he smiles nervously and waves.Then looks around at his surroundings in more detail.It was an odd place.Shrugging the holy power seemed to flare off him for a moment,and the grass seemed to grow a bit longer where he stood.*

*Smiles and runs his hand through the grass,causing it to shoot up and grow almost violently.His eyes lighted up as he saw the effect.He hadn't ever done that before,in fact he'd never done anything special before.And to think he'd only been around 13 summers!*

A soft breeze danced in Lan's long silver hair. Letting his hair flail about on it's own Lan looks towards the heaven and stares, a bit longingly, at the White Protectors, or clouds if you would. Sighing heavily, sounding like a giant bee rumbling, he looked down at the ground. His entire race had been killed when he was a child so he was always the largest person, even larger then his human father, when he lived with his human family in a human village. Everything was so tiny, and he was always breaking everything. Letting his hand slide off his Ka'lana he rests his arms on his knees, letting his hair drape down over his face. Even sitting he was taller then most men! From a distance he looked like a full grown man, of unusual height, standing up. Shaking his head softly, and watching his hair sway back and forth, he sighed again. There was so much to do, and so many would be hurt by his hand before his quest was complete.

"Mother...give me strength."

He wasn't talking about his human mother, nor his biological mother, he was refering to the Silver Mother that protected the night skies. The silver broad sword flickered and began to change. A dark, and unforbiding, aura seemed to radiate from the sword as it took the from of a black weapon. It continued flickering between the silver broad sword and some other weapon, one with a dark and demonic aura, until Lan took a tight rein on his emotions, forceing the blade to remain as it was.

A foul stench foats in the air. Thundering drak clouds from in the sky. The plains are now trapped in a never ending night, and the blackest place of all in it was the shadow tower. Kimoru had no control over himself, he was being controlled. Defying the ranks of moratls, He was now aceending to become a demigod slowly, disturbing the very core of the universe itself. As a shade of gloom set over the plains, the life there slowly began to wither, and grass become brown and dead, water stagnant in just a few seconds....