WoS Chapter 6

Seraph and Rubian left the island three days after Seraph landed on the island. Rubian kept singing a song that was both enchanting yet creepy. along the way, Seraph finally had the nerve to ask Rubian about the song. " Hey Rubian, what's that song you're playing?" " Oh? This song? It's a song spirits sing when they're lonely. It's about life and all the things that make us happy. But the song shifts to death and misery of the spirits because they weren't able to say goodbye to their loved ones. But in the end, theyr'e happy because they're happy because they're family and loved ones are safe in the hands of the Great Ancestors." " That's a pretty nice song. Would you teach it to me?" " I would love that." Seraph and Rubian were humming to the tune of the song of the spirits, but they're joyful tones, quickly disappeared when they arrived in Alriiea and saw the landscape.

The Forbidden Peaks were spewing molten rock. Lightning flashed above the Forbidden Peaks. Ceree, elves and other creatures were in disarray. Rubian didn't understand what was going on, but Seraph knew exactly what was happening. No. It can't be. Is it too late? " Uhh Seraph, what exactly is happening?" Seraph answered in a serious tone. " The Dark One is rising. We may be too late."

Liara screamed as the magic touched her. Radu leapt between her and Saffyre, but it was too late. There was a horrific feeling in her chest, like something was being ripped out, then she slumped to the floor. She was barely aware of the fighting around her. Breathing in short, quick pants, Liara tried to hold onto life, but could feel herself ebbing away. There was a crash as Radu was tossed to the floor beside her, unconcious.
'No...' She let out a sob as Saffyre disappeared. Above them the ceiling began to collapse as the walls crumbled, falling towards them. Liara tried to move herself and Radu, but was on the verge of death and could not get up.
'Is this how it all ends?' At least she would be next to Radu when she went.
Suddenly a seeping cloud of smoke appeared behind the magical barriers. It swept towards them, the magic disintegrating as it was touched, the crackling smoke billowing towards the two ceree. It came together, Maetesk stepping forwards out of it.
'We see you're in a spot of bother,' he said. Liara snarled, coughing up blood.
'Why didn't you come earlier? Saffyre...Radu...the Dark...' She shuddered, unable to speak further. Maetesk sighed, letting out a wave of magic that destroyed the falling rubble, so that they were safe from being crushed.
'The walls did not take us, could not. We had to find the centre of the maze before we could reach the library, unlike you.' He began to walk away, then paused, turning back to Radu and Liara. 'We do not understand...why...why can we not leave? Why do we feel the need to waste time by your sides?' He shook his head angrily, pacing to the ceree. 'We should be placing wards, growing stronger, not using our powers elsewhere!'
There was a long silence. Maetesk stared at Liara as she fell unconcious as well, dying from Saffyre's magic. Then he began to breath pale fire across Radu and her.
When Liara woke, she was surprised to see herself still alive, her injuries healed. Maetesk was gone, but it seemed he had helped them.

Radu groaned and tried to stand but stumbled rather weakly. the battle had seriously drained him... he noticed two things his arem felt fine if not a bit sore, and e could no longer feel the poison eating at his body. he was shocked, he had been completely healed he looked around and saw liara, but he knew that she didn't do it "did maetesk help us?" he asked

not waiting for an answer he moved closer to liara, tears dripping down his muzzle "it matters not as long as you are still alive" he nuzzled her fondly

'Yes,' Liara closed her eyes as Radu nuzzled her. 'I was so scared,' she whispered under her breath. 'Saffyre looked like she was going to kill you, and I could hear so much screaming, as if the world was crying out in horror. I think something has happened...'

Radu looked at the sky and gulped... he suddenly knew what liara was talking about, and the reason behind it. he sighed, wrapping his tail around liara's for comfort "i believe the dark one has risen" he grimaced slightly... somewhere deep inside him he felt some part of him stir, some forgotten purpose begin to wake, but he suppressed it for now

Liara grimaced. 'Perhaps we should go find out if any other ceree are still alive,' she looked out across the maze, the walls had broken and crumbled to dust, but she could not see anyone. 'And what of those elves?'

The massive gate of worlds stood before Saffyre, glittering in the dim light at the frozen north. The three hollows at its base were glowing in response to the three artifacts that she now had. Saffyre smiled. Soon, power that springs eternal will be hers.

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Back on the mainland, the Dark One looked at the cracks in his prison. He was now closer to freedom than ever.

radu sighed "i believe that possibly the only other ceree in the maze that did not become agador was jade and erithe... and i know not where they have gone. we should find Cael, then return to the bright scale's village, there hopefully the remains of my clan are" he grimaced. he disliked having come this far only to back track, but he knew his clan needed him, now that the dark one was rising

Seraph stared at horror at what was happening. The continent of Alriiea was in chaos, the Dark One is rising and everyone is panicking. Worst of all is, the four chieftains weren't there to help the others. " Where are the chieftains? Lounging around sipping juice? Why aren't they helping their tribes? Alriiea is in disorder. I just hope the council is taking care of their tribes."

Rubian looked at the chaos in the continent. " Is this the continent of Alriiea? I expected it to be more... peaceful. Seraph, what shall we do?"

Seraph didn't really hear Rubian's question. " C'mon Rubian, we must go to the lake northwest of the Forbidden Peaks. I need to return to my tribe."

Saffyre first took the Rose of Sanctuary, plucking it from the glowing circle that was now spinning wildly. All of a sudden, waves of magic began to crash anew around her and it seemed as though nature felt it as well. The snowfall and howling zephyrs stopped at once and snow began flying away from the area around the Gate of Worlds.

Saffyre placed the Rose into its alcove and jumped back as lightning arced from the sky, to the rose and then to the ground. Gouts of flame spurted and died from cracks in the earth, forming a jagged perimiter around the golden gate that had begun to glow. Patches of it seemed to become transparent and show a darkness with majestic swirling spirals inside them.

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Stygian lightning flashed across the sky accompanied by horrendous explosions that tore through the silence of the night. Red-hot molten rock sent sprays of globules into the livid canvas that was the night sky.

Cracks were spreading across the massive crystal that stood atop the Forbidden peaks and they leaked a vileness that spoke of jealousy, envy, anger and emotions of the like. Dominant, however, over all of them, was evil restrained for eons and now he was getting free.

The crystal shook and frustrated howls filled the air because of the effort. The cracks widened a trifle and the crystal was starting to take on a jet coloration.

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The void of inter-planar space seemed to shimmer at the amount of wild magic that were gushing from the being that was deep in slumber. He stirred, and with his motions, eddies of a vile evil followed.

His bonds were weakening, and he would soon be able to influence the worlds with his hands.

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"Brother, Whom to? We are the ones people pray to." said the woman as she stood beside the man clad in gleaming armor with a slight smirk.

"I do not know, sister," replied the other. "But we cannot let him have Sylfe."

"Brother, Sylfe was one of the original planes, none of us will die should it crumple under his hands" replied the woman thoughtfully. "We cannot afford antagonizing the most powerful force in Shah'Haien!"

"The Ceree hold a special place in my heart. Besides, Sa'maihan Sar'haiel, or in her current name, Saffyre, must already have what she needs to ascend," said the man.

"Saffyre, brother?"

radu helped liara start moving... nature itself seemed to be in battle, he knew what was forcing it to act as it was... the dark one was rising and saffye was acsending "couldn't they wait un til different days?" he mumbled under his breath as him and liara looked around the rumble of the maze "Jade!! Erithe!!! Cael!!!!" he yelled trying to find them

Seraph arrived at the lake, while watching in horror as the Dark One was nearing his escape. He opened the gate, and let Rubian enter through the gate. He hurried to the elders. " Elders, what is happening? The Dark One is rising, the chieftains are nowhere to be found, everyone is panicking. What do we do?"

The elders had grim expressions. " That is not all chieftain, we have sensed that in the frozen north, someone is assuming to open the gate. Apparently someone has done the impossible, recreate the Gelendrian Bloom. That being could become as powerful as the Great Ancestors, or even more powerful." Seraph wanted to scream. If that entity has somehow recreated the bloom, that being could very well destroy or save all of Sylfe. The dark One would be a bully compared to that being. Seraph suddenly started seeping magic from his skin. He was donning his shroud of magic. His expression suddenly turned feral. " Everyone, prepare yourselves. We shall protect Alriiea from the shadows I want the magic wielders to cast a spell that will defend Alriiea. Me and Rubian will protect the continent outside until the other chieftains return. pray for the best. Let's go rubian."

Rubian stared at awe at what he saw. Even in this hidden tribe, everyone was panicking. He paid very little attention to the chaos and paid more attention to Seraph's orders. He was surprised with the feral look in Seraph's face, but decided it was because of the commotion. When both of them left the tribe, they flew toward the Forbidden Peaks. As they were flying, Seraph was growling ferociously. This was weirding him out a bit.

Liara squinted as she saw a group of figures in the distance. 'Over there, is that them?' she asked.
'Hey! Over here!' Liara yelled towards the distant silhouettes.

A faint shouting carried over the vast expanse of Malleithen that was now free of the massive walls that spewed forth freaks of nature. Cael heard it but barely, even with hearing good as an elf's. Beckoning to a still shivering Erithe and a flustered Jade, he leaned in to better hear the shouts. "Hey! Over here!"

"Jade, Erithe, that sounds like Liara!" Without wasting a moment, Cael sped over the landscape, elven agility and speed carrying him over a great distance quickly. Seeing the chance for shaking some of the horrible events off, Erithe began to run, pulling Jade along with her.

Quick as Elves were, they were no match for Ceree and Jade and Erithe were bearing down on Cael soon enough. Erithe was laughing, but with a little underlying nervousness, nevertheless, she felt good. Fate didn't approve, because heartbeats later, the ground began shaking violently.

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"And what? We can't do anything about the sun suddenly rising!" bellowed one black Ceree at the retreating back of a female that held a great aura of authority around her. Tail swaying, the other black looked at him with a speculative glance.

"Malleithen is dying Solen. Just moments ago, massive white walls surrounded the city. Do something for us," said the woman. Her voice held a certain tone that said that she meant every word that she spoke.

"There's nothing I can do..."

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At the edge of Malleithen, in a small hut with a rustic atmosphere, pained sobs racked the very foundations. Beat up and exhausted from trying to get through the labyrinth, Sielvoth came home to a very disconcerting situation. The house wasn't really in shambles, but his small garden out back was.

It took him a moment to notice the sobs that sent shudders down his spine. They were eerily familiar. With all caution he went around to the front of the hut and burst into his living room.

Lying on the carpet, curled up in a tight ball and crying out in agony was a white dragon, another of his kind, pristine as she was when she was born. Sielvoth's breath caught when he realized who 'she' was.

"My love?" he whispered.

"The bloom... It has been... remade..." mumbled the white, not hearing Sielvoth's question before losing consciousness.

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The lily faded into the gold and more of the gate shimmered to show a vast expanse beyond it. Lightning now struck everywhere and gout after gout of fire ravaged the landscape. Snow was leaving the previously frozen wasteland and the ground was slowly being shattered.

Saffyre looked on with a hungry light in her eyes.

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Upon the forbidden peaks, shimmering slivers of crystal rained down into the molten rock that glowed red in the night. The Crystal was beginning to shatter into a million pieces and it wouldn't be long before it explodes completely.

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The wild magic in the darkness of the void began to grow wilder as the being of immense power stirred. He would wake soon enough as well, and then, all hell would break loose.

Liara grinned as she saw the others coming towards them.
'See?' She turned to Radu, forgetting the sadness and despair of the world for a split second. 'There is still hope!'
Then the ground suddenly began to shake. Digging her talons into the earth, Liara looked wildly around, fearing that Saffyre had returned. But there was no sign of her. 'What is this madness?' She yelled, 'it isn't...the dark one, is it?'
Right now anything seemed possible - especially the bad option.

Radu's eyes widened as the ground began to shake. he took his rage form, lifting liara and placing her on his back. he ran to Cael, Jade, and Erithe with a speed that would of out done any ceree or elf. he stopped infront of them "Jade erithe, fly back to your clans, we haven't much time until the dark one rises and each clan needs to be prepared. Liara and i will go back to my clan to ready the remains of the highwind... Cael can you go back to the elves and inform them the dark one is rising, and soon?" despite his form his words held high authority, what he said almost like an order. this was one of the time where radu really showed he could be a true leader

without waiting for an answer radu turned and started running full speed towards the village of the brightscales, and with them, the highwind. everyonce in awhile his gaze traveled to the erupting mountian where the dark one was rising. his mind traveled back... he remembered a day that felt so long ago, when he looked up from his farm and saw the mountain erupt for the first time, malkuthe had tried to rid him of the memory but that magic had faded... he sighed "i've changed so much since then" he laughed as he continued to run with liara on hgis back

deep in radu's inner mind, amteth watched the events playing out... he felt something he had not expected, another one of the ancestors, revived. he blinked in surprise and smiled
looks like i'll be saying hi to Al and Kaldi eventually. his laughter echoed through radu's mind, giving the ceree a feeling of strange joy and esctasy that he did not understand, and suppressed

Jade and Erithe did not need to be told twice. They immediately took off, using magic to take them further than simple flight. Propelled forwards by the arcane, they had little chance to talk since the wind was screaming in their faces.

Erithe had a stupix mix of expressions on her face. One of the bliss of using large amounts of magic and one of extreme worry for the sake of the tribes. It would have been amusing, had the situation not been dire.

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"Then what do you propose we do?" asked Solen after a few minutes of arguing. It was downright exasperating.

"Well, you tell me what you think we should do, chieftain" said the other black, eyes filled with conviction.

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"Sielvoth?" whispered the white dragon after the pain subsided from her body. "I never thought I could live again..." she continued. Her tail wagged weakly, but still enough to show a level of bliss. "I sense an evil. Has he awakened again, my love?"

Her questions fell on ears deafened by shock and worry. She repeated them and that was enough to shake him out of his trance. "I hoped, I prayed, I never thought it would be in this way..." said Sielvoth. "Kaldreiia, I do fear he has..."

R-Radu continued to run until he was just outside the brightscales village. he let liara off his back and return to his normal form. he entered the village with liara, and was immeditaly greeted by the highwind that where still there. all where happy to see that radu had returned alive... but this happiness faded when radu told them that he had not been able to save malkuthe, and that many more ceree had become agador like him... radu then stood before the highwind, and the brightscale clans, he addressed them both.

"my ceree brothers and sisters, firstly i do thank the brightscale clan for watching over the highwind while i could not.. but that is not important. the dark one is shaking and destroying the bonds that hold him as we speak, it will not be long before he shatters them completely and is free. now whether that be days away or only hours it matters not.. we must prepare to take him down before he can once again cover the land in an unending winter, for no single clan of ceree can defeat and reseal the dark one... but i believe all the clans must come together in a single unified body as it was so long ago, only together can we stop his evil..."
Radu let the words hang in the air as the wind whipped through his fur. he looked up and saw the still erupting mountian...

amteth meanwhile sent out something to sigal Kaldreiia to his presence. a simple pluse of energy, it started from radu echoing ou over slyfe, to low to be noticed by simple ceree and the like, but beings of higher power power like him and kaldi... and possibly saffye, would notice it easily. and kaldi would know the feel of his energy so she should be able to identify him

Liara couldn't help but feel a sense of pride when she heard Radu's speech.
He's becoming a true leader after all... The volcano was scarily close, though it was the thought of the dark one, rather than the eruption itself, that caused her concern.

((OOC: Sylfe is gonna get painfully slow from now on. I'm going to be back to school, so I'll try to make my posts worthwile. Hopefully, you guys will too!))

And wreathed in flames that caused the world much pain, the crystal prison that held back the ancient malevolence that plagued Sylfe shattered into a million glittering pieces. Scream as they might in pain and fury and spew as they might their primal rage, the mountains could not hold him back any longer.

Mountaintops were leveled and those that weren't even volcanoes spewed fire and molten fire into the air. Ash billowed around the evil that had awoken and the world seemed to lament in his wake. Mighty rumbles shook the earth and fissures erupted with steam that filled the air, making the ash damp and the air hard to breathe.

Suffocating as the airborne mud was, the evil wasn't touched by it. He stood there, on the mountaintop as his twisted magics turned the moon blood red behind him. Its crimson glow bathed the clouds of ash that were still aloft in a sinister red aura. The roars of a mighty dragon rose behind him, its cries shattering even the sound of the erupting volcanoes.

Chains clinked and the metallic sound filled the air as the mightiest of the Klakkra struggled to free herself from her bonds. Black chains dragged across the ground and the cuffs they were attached to seemed to blend into the black's scales. Her leathery wings were wide open and straining to catch air. Beside her, the chains that had bound her wings lay broken. The limp remains of an iron muzzle hung by her open maw that released stygian fire that grew in intensity with each passing moment.

They were the trumpets of triumph and the Dark One smiled. Surely, there was now no one who would dare challenge his reign. His joy was short-lived. He sensed that old rival in the distance and shuddered. He would have to get rid of Geirrha.

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In the depths of the void, the primal magics soared to new heights and the void exploded in a flurry of activity. Shreds of marble appeared from nowhere and started to resolve into a great palace. A throne flew together from nowhere and green marble coupled with shocking gray marble formed it.

Parts of the gray marble seemed to fade out of existence and showed other worlds beyond them. The green marble back stretched up to the domed ceiling of the marble palace. Upon two orbs painstakingly placed above the backrest, two golden creatures sat. One, an insect with golden wings and the other a snake.

The Souvre Shah'Haien throne of the Eternal Destiny had come together again. Like a slowly fading dream, a dark cloaked figure appeared on the throne, his eyes shut and his breathing labored, as though he had just gone through a troubled dream. Ever so slow, his eyes opened and with them, his rage built up.

The eddies of magic erupted from the man and the palace was torn to shreds. He was Destiny, most powerful of the Eternals and keeper of the planes, who DARED to put him to slumber?!

The worlds screamed in anguished agreement.

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With the Gelendrian bloom in place, everything once again fell silent. It seemed as though it was really the only one that balanced things out.

All of a sudden, the gate and a certain perimeter around it rose into the sky. Roots of gold showed and squirmed like worms. They showered dirt down into the midst of the gathered agador. Saffyre reslished it if it meant eternal power.

The golden sheen of the gate vanished and what remained was a large rectangular hole that opened into infinite darkness. Saffyre flew up to it and carried the rest of the Agador in a snare of magic. She made the Agador stay behind as she went inside.

What met her was far better than she expected. What remained of Aznala was a small cave-like shell. As she ran her hands along the walls, they seemed to be something other than rock. It was hard to describe.

Something caught her attention. In the middle of the cave was a glowing ball. Upon closer inspection, it was the three flowers. Magic flowed from it in great waves and with each wave's crash against the walls, they grew wider. Saffyre drew every single drop of magic from the glowing sphere.

Fire coursed through her veins and ice seemed to climb up her limbs. It was a torturous experience, but she did something undeniably wondrous. She released every single bit of magic and it pushed the entire plane outward. Is size increased thousandfold with every fraction of a second that passed.

Soon enough, greenery was in every direction and small orbs of light drifted around the plane. Those were the seeds of magic and life. They were the beginning of a new world order.

Saffyre went outside and summoned around her a ring of both stygian and white fire that billowed and spurted with the wind that had returned to the frozen north. She allowed the fire to singe her fur and to burn every fiber of her being. Power coursed through her veins, all beyond reckoning.

With a voice that rang through the lands and through the ages, Saffyre proclaimed "And born of fire of light and dark, I shall rise to take my place amongst they who control the worlds!" With that, her form seemed to shimmer. It became more beautiful, more mature, more powerful.

The Agador roared in joy at their 'master's' proclamation. Saffyre beckoned to them and said in the voice that would shame a thousand fanfares "Come, my children and help me rule our new domain!" She directed every single Agador through the gate except one.

"Stay, Malkuthe and be proud. You have done far too much for me to let you continue on this way. It breaks my heart... Malkuthe." said Saffyre. She had come to terms with the spirit of Sarhan and they had come to a mutual agreement. Malkuthe began to shimmer, his body growing fur again as a green goo drained from it and evaporated. "But know that our love can no longer be..." she said, tears streaming from her eyes.

Sarhan watched on stoically within Saffyre, but she knew she would have wept was he in the same situation. Malkuthe now stood there, eyes still blank as a clean sheet of paper, but he looked as he was before the curse turned him. Around his neck, though, was the collar of an Agador. A small memento, Sarhan called it.

Weeping, Saffyre turned her back as Malkuthe collapsed onto the snow, spent and exhausted.

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"Amteth? He is awake as well?" exclaimed Kaldreiia in joy. "Erik was always the hardiest of us, no matter the situation." She beamed up at Sielvoth. "What is with the face, my love? Jealous?"

Something he had never expected to happen again happened. Sielvoth's face heated up. He knew, though, that they would have to go looking for Amteth soon enough. He was never fond of the guy, well, he was always the jealous type, and Amteth's being a dragon got on his nerves.

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"Lord Raducan?" asked a small voice in the darkness. It was from a small pale bluish-green female Ceree. "It is time to go. I am Asphent, once Lord Malkuthe's trusted adviser, I am now truly yours." The small Ceree said, eyeing Liara with a sharp gaze.

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And from the gate that should never have been opened, an evil cackle resounded. Six-legged beasts with three horns and three jaws erupted from the darkness. "The plane hasss great magic. Let the brood loose!" hissed the largest of them. The Traighluhn were one again free.

Seraph and Rubian arrived too late. The dark One was free. It would take a lot of force just to pin him down, much more imprison him once more. Seraph began growling. " This is bad. This is very very bad! Everyone's gotta fight against the Dark One or else we're doomed." Seraph's shroud began to get more darker. Rubian was noticing Seraph's change. " Seraph, are you alright?" Seraph didn't hear Rubian. He was too concerned about the situation. His shroud disappeared, and from the eerie light, his shadow began to form. Suddenly his shadow was growing bigger. Rubian noticed that somehow, Seraph's shadow was trying to swallow Seraph, but Seraph didn't notice a thing. The next thing he knew, his shadow was above him, swallowing him. " Waah! What is this? My sha..." His shadow had fully consumed Seraph. No sooner that Seraph's shadow also disappeared. Rubian knew the commotion. " Does he want to talk to him? I better go follow him. Rubian also disappeared in the shadows. Seraph now saw himself in a world of shadows."

((Guess me and Pau will post rarely this time. School's tomorrow. Oh well. Seeya at school Paulo))

(( ;.=.; <sad face))
radu was about to say something when he suddenly growled, fur standing up slightly... he sensed several things at ounce. a sudden outburst of evil power great and terrible from the mountian, the dark one was free. in one direction he felt a good and just power that he could not explain. in the other he felt waves of energy that where so mixed he could not sense good nor evil in them... he shook his head breathing heavily. he looked at Asphent "then you are my advisor, until further notice, nothing more nothing less" he let out a heavy breath "i must lay down for a moment" he stumbled off leaning on liara for support

they had been given a nice tent towards the center of the village, radu knew his dreams would be troubled due to the recent events but he got more than he bargined for. as his mind entered the world of dreams he saw erik, or amteth. this time he looked far more... godly. he grinned at radu
"you know i should speak of the secret history of your birth" he began
"what do you mean lord amteth?" radu asked
"please don't be so formal, we are friend here, just say amteth... or erik" he made a wave like motion with his hands and shrugged "anyway, your birth was very different form that of most normal ceree... it all began with your mother" amteth wiped his hand accross the sence and it shifted showing a veiw of a beutiful blue ceree, that radu knew to be his mother "your mother did something i would never of expected. beutiful as she was, she was unable to find a love... so she prayed to me. it is very rare that i do ever here the prayer of a ceree, but i was touched none the less... so i found your father" the scene shifted revealing to ceree, his mother and a large red male, with a black diamond like mark between his shoulders... it was the first time radu had ever scene his father that he could remember
"no tearing up radu" amteth laughed, earning a hard glare from the purple ceree "moving on, the two fell in love as expected... but very soon i once again heard their prayers, not just your mother's but your father's as well. they asked for a son, normally i would of granted them a normal son... but i sensed that within the coming years a dark force would be on the rise... so i created a soul from the flamees of my sword, i made it to the soul to be that of a purple ceree who would also carry my blessing" the scene changed to show his mother curled around a tiny purple and gold ceree, while his father looked on in pride "that was you"
the entire scene faded as radu woke up and sighed.... "i learn the secrets of my past, saffye is long gone, i have no idea what has happened to malkuthe, and the dark one has risen... this is not going to be a good day

As Radu fell to sleep, Liara wandered outside. The sky was tinged with streaks of gold and furious red, like blood spilling out from the volcano, an omen of things to come. She stalked back and forth, an empty feeling filling her.
Why do I feel this way? It's like something is missing, or stolen. Liara closed her eyes, remembering the painful moment Saffyre had taken a part of her away. The memory still lingered, and she placed a paw over her chest, wincing as she touched the fur. Maetesk might have healed her body, but her mind was still damaged.
There was a sigh from within the tent, and Liara headed back, poking her head inside.
"I learn the secrets of my past, saffye is long gone, I have no idea what has happened to malkuthe, and the dark one has risen... this is not going to be a good day".
'You don't say,' Liara gave a wry smile. 'I'm not sad to hear Saffyre's gone, though I'd gladly have her back instead of this 'dark one'.'

Radu laughed getting up and stretching "to true to true" he smiled "at least saffye isn't 100% intent on destroying slyfe"walking over to liara."and on top of that, that Asphent woman, the one who said she was malkuthe's advisor, now i have to deal with her" he laughed. he nuzzled her affectionatly, he noticed she seemed troubled "is something wrong my love?"