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*Roan shadowstepped from the Tavern and appeared near the levelled remains of the Broken Cross. She punched the nearest rock wall in sheer anger and frustration, fracturing it down the middle.*

Bast damnit all...

.: Why are you so upset? Its pointless. :.

Just shut up Take. Im not a happy bunny right now. Im losing my grip on things.. I really am..

.: Ah to be human again... :.

I dont want that. Im happy being INhuman. How the hell am I supposed to carry on if all of a sudden Im not my own anymore?

.: Maybe you just arent meant to assume everyone is yours to control.. :.

Dont be stupid. I cant just stop yet. I cant fall yet. They're all just children... Az wasnt even meant to realise yet that Im potentially weak... it was too soon... they're too young...

.: How do you know its up to YOU to decide when they are grown? :.

Shut up. I know... I know.... I hate this. I cant let go. not yet. Not while everything is still so unsettled. once Az is old enough... once he's learnt... between him and Corbin it'll be ok. Then I can stop. Then I dont care what happens.

.: Liar :.

*Roan ignored Take's last comment and pushed her way through the debris strewn area until she came to teh core of the arena in which everyone had banded together to face Narok and Surt. Sighing heavily, Roan sat down next to narok's final resting place and placed her hand on the ground*

No one will look for me here. No one would expect me here. I wonder though how you feel about all this Narok? Do you still watch over Corbin? I hope so. Im still not sure Im cut out for taking care of him. For taking care of any of them. I tried though, right? I tried. I wish I'd known you better in life Narok. I wish you were here now. You'd understand. I could talk to you. Thats what I miss most. There's no one I can just talk to. Its all politics and careful worded games with them all... with everyone in my life. Yeah.. I wish you were here for all that we fought incessantly when you were. I hope your at peace now. I miss you.

*Roan closed her eyes, well aware that she was quite possibly insane, and slowly drifted into a torpor liek sleep*

**Broken cross/Ragnarok ruins**

Across the shattered arena, atop one of the many piles of rubble and debris, a conciderably vague version of Corbin's viral form writhed up from the ruins. With even less definition the ussual, due to the quantity and spacing at present time, The figure watched over Roan below with arms folded silently.

As Roan's eyes searched for the viral figure, It sank back down into the rubble and vanished for a minute. The shadowing about the rubble then deepened, before a more well defined figure stepped out from it all, eyes now rimming with a sleek blood red.

Behind the figure a black orb followed, before emmitting a soft ivory white glow.

"Whats the matter poppet, not at all feeling yourself?"

It was the figure's mouth moving, but, the voice was Narok's.

"Is all of the pressure finally begining to crash down on you?

The figure's eyes then turned and fixed on the statue of Ragnarok, as a smirk curled its raven lips, just a glimpse of white teeth showing. A sly, plotting smirk.

Raising his right hand, the shadow figure snapped its fingers, and with a slight glimmer of red sparkles, the shadow figure began to shift and morph. After a moment, the figure looked more like the vague design of Narok, then Corbin.

"Oh come now, I know you find it amusing in some way."

The visage of Narok then crossed it's arms behind its back, and started pacing back and forth infront of Roan.

"Oh, the brat is nackered. Absolutely tanked. After all, you cant play with dimensions without abit of fatigue being apart of the end result. He is asleep, wont be able to control his body for much longer though, you'll be glad to hear that."

The mock Narok then turned its head to Roan, with a thoughtful expression.

"Oh, while we're on the subject of dimensions. Corbin has told you the tale of how there are more then one 'universes' and another version of each being in each. Right? Its an interesting concept, really. I mean, just think about it. Depending on how many of these alternate realities there are, there could be hundreds, even thousands of different Roan's out there. Some of course the exact opposite of you, some already dead, infact. I mean, they cant ALL be immortal bitches of the apocalypse like you, right? I guess though, that with a higher number, the ratio is higher aswell."

At this point, a smirk etched at the figure's lips, as he prattled on.

"Heh, atleast your in a good mood."

Rolling his eyes, the figure walks forward, and rests an arm around the shoulders of the Narok statue, leaning onto it with the other hand on his waist.

"Please, the 'one' theory is just that, theory. Its a difficult theory to prove, at that. Concidering the differences in time among the various realities."

Staring at Roan for a moment, before sighing, he continues.

"I thought you could appreciate my games, of all people Roan. No point, just somthing for you to chew on."

Smirking, he then stood on his own again, and feigned an old fashion bow.

"I'll see you on the board, DeSeer."

With that, the shadow cast began to bubble fiercly, before falling out of shape, and splahing on the ground as a simple puddle of oil, that gradually seeped away.

smiling. it was dark now....he pulls out a huge revolver pulling the trigger. the bullet flies past dagoth's head. smiling he speaks out loud while hiding in the shadows." im not a kid. im older thank you think boy. well all things aside im am the one and only william wolfwood. well then shall we?" a storm on the way blows in. it start to get windy and it starts to rain. smileing he walks out in the open. for some people war and fighting is all they know. for wolfwood...it was a test to see how skilled the two wher. this is how wolfwood viewed it. "i wish you the best of luck." he says as he pulls out his huge revolvers."havent used these guys in quite a while. im ready when you are." the wind blowing his trench caot around. his hair was a mess.

He drops the huge revolver. Smileing he just sits their.The wind blowing his jacket all about. To anyone else it looked like he was waiting to die.Like a lamb to the slaughter. he was waiting on mr. dagoth. waiting to see his full potential.