~~Boundless Sky~~ PT. 1 =+With LiFe Comes DeAtH+=

[Shattered Redemption]

Boa moved from the side entrance and into the street, looking around at a dazzling reality. The entire place was bathed in a kind of golden light, something like that of magick, but it seemed more real than a spell could create. She wondered if it was being produced by a physical power. That is what it seemed like to her.

There was a cry from up above, and she looked up, only to see a man falling, and she quickly clasped her hands together, and wrote in the air a spell sign, that generated a spell of wind to float the man the rest of the way down. he didn't actually look that injured, but his body seemed heavily bruised internally, and he might have broken a leg.

"My, you are so handsome, such a nice looking rabbit like creature." He looked to be in a lot of pain, and what was worse, she noticed that three of his fingers where torn off, nowhere to be found. She moved her hand over his face, and brushed back one of his ears. "It is okay, everything is going to be okay."

Her hands glowed as she stood up, forcefully arranging the biological structure of the man, his body alight in a soft glow as her powers to control the life force worked on him. Three new fingers grew out from him in seconds, and the blood from wounds on him stopped bleeding as they healed as well. She sighed, and reached down to pull him up.

"My name's Boa. I don't just heal people and not give a name, what's yours??"

[OmniChaos]

Agram chuckled. "My, my... What should I do?" The shadow pilliar beneath Agram disppappeared, sending him into a free fall. "Your little light show removed a great deal of shadow that I can control, but..." Agram turned around, his face now looking downward toward the ground. He glanced toward his left to see the Inn Keeper fall, slightly further down than he was. "Not all shadows can be purged by the light!"

Two black spheres appeared on Agram's back, on top of the robe. A long spike extruded from the sphered, expanding about three feet. From the spike extruded more spikes, that weaved in and out of each other, forming chaotic designs. These things expanded outward to their whole length. Wings...

"You tried, but you failed," Agram calmly said, floating back up to the battle area without even having to flap his shadow wings. "Your light does not shine on all. Within closed closets, windowless rooms, darkened houses, beneath robes, inside armor, and many more places. True, thanks to your light show, I am weaker, but far from powerless."

"As for your question," Agram said, his tone softer. "No. I am no hero. I am hardly human." One would guess Agram's face was one of sadness. His tone quickly switched back to how it was. I will tell you agian, specter. Stop the fighting and leave or face execution."

[Picnicpanther]

Solace was safe on the ground, but the strange vibrating sensation persisted... he was also charred all over his skin, something that never usually happened when he went into Fire Diety form. The wind rushing as he fell had dried the blood onto his hand, caking it and making it hard, dark, almost black. He was suddenly being held by a woman. He was oddly comforted, as she whispered soothing words to him in a calming manner.

At being called handsome, he would normally be taken aback. Though now, he was in such a passionate degree of pain that he had not the energy, nor the courage, to say anything regarding it. She brushed his ear back from his face, and he looked down at his hand. He had not had a clear view of it since the fall... he had lost fingers. He writhed in pain within the embrace this woman provided.

At her ethereal suggestion, all the energy in Solace's body was re-routed into his hand. An indescribable amount of pain flooded from his arm to his head and back. The only equivalent of which, Solace would comment later, would be an entire airship laying square on his left arm. However, this pain had a purpose: his fingers were regrown. Solace took a little solace in this, the fact that he would no longer be disfigured, as it would make for bad business.

He was pulled up, and looked into her eyes...Boa's eyes, as he just learned. They were slightly cold, emotionless...Solace had seen this before, those who had no need or want to give away their feelings. "I'm Solace...Solace Valore...I own a tavern, The Golden Hawk. Well, I guess technically an inn... though it's both, in the same building, but they're on different floors.."

That was pathetic. Even though this woman had healed him, thereby learning his genetic structure, he still was a flabbergasted idiot around her, just like all women. He got up, brushing his ears back. His leg, though bruised to the bone in a few places, was not broken, and his adrenaline would carry him through. "Please, I need this energy..." said Solace quietly to the ground, the magical essence that provided all lifeforms with their Magnus energy. "I need it...to save this city, save innocent people, like that little girl...please."

He seemed to regain some of his lost energy...enough to use The Wings of Icarus and get back into the fight. "I'm sorry, I would love to chat, but I have some...business that needs attending to." He then proceded to explode into his firey wings. He then smiled a Boa. "I guess I never really thanked you for...you know." Solace raised his hand and wiggled his fingers at her...then gasped in pain, as the nerve endings were still a little erratic. And with that, he took to the sky.

[Shattered Redemption]

With a snap of its finger, the area returned to normal, the photon light flowing away in simple explanation. "You are wrong you know. I did not shine light anywhere, but through everything here. You get cocky in mannerism. There were no shadows for you to manipulate, unless you yourself are partly shadow, as I would technically not be able to flood your being with such energy." Seru cocked its head to one side as it saw Solace fly back up into the area.

"I did not try and fail at anything. Think about this. If I were to fight you, why would I really negate the power that fuels your ability?? It wold make for a rather dull battle, even though that is all this has been the entire time" Its eyes glowed a dull blue color as it moved around in a random motion, just floating here and there, though it was using part of its power. The area started to get warmer, and warmer as it generated more heat, and compiled energy around objects, but it was not set on anything in particular.

Seru just thought it was funny when random buildings on the street caught on fire. "You think you can execute me huh?? What a waste, that won't happen at your level of power." it started to spin around rapidly, until a small space below it in the air became disfigured as if something where pulling on it. as Seru was sucked into it, a omni-directional wave of energy flared out of it, and then Seru was gone. Down below the streets and multiple buildings burned......

[Sora_Rox_My_Sox]

Kenisha awoke to the smell of smoke, her head throbbing. "Damn hangover..." She mumbled to herself. She slowly peeled away from the couch, her spilled drink all over the floor. "What a waste, a perfectly good bottle gone." She mumbled again, her speech a bit slurred. She smoothed out her mini skirt and pulled on her jacket, the smell of smoke burning in her nose. She slowly walked over to the broken window, and peeked outside. Fire was now engulfing all the houses down the street, flames licking at her own house. She wanted to scream, but her brain wouldnt allow her to. She flew out of her hangover, her vision once again became crystal clear, her sense sharp. Kenisha dove to the couch and grabbed her golden locket, thrusting it into her jacket pocket.

She launched out of the house just before the door caught fire, rolling across the dirty street before she crashed into the house on the other side of the street. She watched in horror as the house, and all the others down the street, were consumed by the raging inferno. Mabye now that she had nothing again, she would have to return to her parents. She lazily turned away from the fire and walked down the street, nothing left behind her but ashes.

[OmniChaos]

Agram silently floated in place. his shadow wings unmoving. His eyes were locked onto the area where the specter was just floating. It had known...

Agram folded his arms and dropped his head. "So..." he said, his voice calm. "It would seem he caught my bluf. It would appear that he also knew of my physical make-up along with my power restriction." Agram let out a low, dull growl. He was irritated at the fact that the specter had easily weakened himself. Worse, the emperor had never approved the level two restraint to be unlocked. Why was that?

That was regardless... His first objective was met... The specter was no longer present and the fighting itself seemed to half stopped. But, now another problem was at hand. The town was set a flame and there was nothing Agram's power could actually do about it. On the other hand, maybe there was.

Agram floated down to the ground, the shadow wings that were upon his back returning to his body. He walked over to a nearby house and raised his hands. A wall of shadows rose from the ground, surrounding the house. He moved his hands together and the shadows, in follow, covered the top of the wall. The house was completely surrounded by shadows for a few seconds before Agram dismissed the, causing the shadows to retract back into the ground. The fire had been choked out due to the lack of oxygen. Though he could save many houses, he would need more help if he wished for all of the houses to be put out.

[Grimmjow Jaggerjack]

Horrific. The sight was horrible. Lifeless, torn apart bodies layed all across the street. None seemed to have survived. Smoke swirled into the sky from houses burned, and houses burning. A strange creature like he had never seen before stood in the middle of the street. He seemed like a...wolf? Another creature stood before one of the burning houses, and Yreal saw how the being used shadows to kill the flames. Seemed effective, although slow.

Yreal directed his attention to the dead poeple, smashed against the walls, the ground, as the guy next to him who lead him here fell to the ground in disbelieve. Well, actually the bodies were hard to identify as human, as there was hardly anything left. Pieces of skin, hair, and limps layed scattered all over the place, as the blood that once belonged to hard working, innocent people drenched the streetstones... Yreal's stomachfluids ravaged inside him, as he quickly turned around and threw up. In his whole life had he never seen something this disgusting...this horrible.

A few moments later he stared at the man who passed out beside him. He had finally regained the focuse in his eyes again. Things needed to be done. Yes, he thought as he focused his mind. Things needed to be done. First the fire, then survivors. Yes. Yreal banned the horrific thoughts from his mind and concentrated.

'Think, think...focus.'

Yreal turned around again, survyed the scene, and made up his mind. First he directed his attention to the houses, the rest would come later. He moved his hands to the top gem on both his sleeves, and picked them up. Followed was a strange sort of dance, as he lifted up his right arm, threw up the gem in the left hand, quickly grabbed his necklace, and made a spin. Then, at the same moment the left gem came falling down, he moved down his right hand in such a matter that the necklace, the falling gem, and the gem in his hand touched eachoter at the exact same moment. A light erupted, the gems merged.

The three gems used, where The Apple of Life, Peachy Emotions, and the Juicy Orange. With the first two, he was able to summon a storm, combining that with the Juicy Orange, would give him the ability to summon a rainstorm. A thunderstorm even, if he used enough power.

As for now, Yreal played with the newly formed gem in his hand. The gem was of a crystal white color, with a core of three different colors. He enjoyed this moment, as it was a while back since he used his Magica. It seemed to be eagering to unleash itself upon his surroundings. And that, happened soon enough, as while Yreal was playing with the gem, clouds packed above his head. Soon, a heavy rain poured from the sky, soothing the earth...blushing the fire.

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One turned to the third chapter of this book 'Wisdom' entitled 'The essence of Evil.'

Evil. What a useless word. It was so completely unable to describe the darkness that lingered in this world. Such a small word for such a complex...entity. Why had he used it to entitled that specific chapter like this. Memories where vague, seemed to slip right past his consciousness. Teasing him.

Memories of his past life, the one he lead before this, when his name was still Embrace. How long has it been? At least twelve years since the change. When his existence, his being, was downgraded to this human body. When his power was downgraded to nothing. Anger. Hate. Sudden impure emotions took over his mind, as pure bloodlust blurred his vision. Clouds of darkness settles in his thoughts.

Calm. Calm down.

[Picnicpanther]

Solace had no point to be in the air with Seru being gone. His presence was wasted up there. As such, he let the breeze carry him down to the ground. He stood upon the cobblestone street within a few minutes, drenched in blood as it was. It had certainly been an eventful day, and Solace, though safe, felt extreme resentment for not being able to save these people.

"Poor, innocent people..." he said, looking around at the dismembered bodies and limbs that lay strewn about the street in all directions, glazed in blood, which gave the entire scene a surreal, crimson glaze. Solace started to cry, in spite of himself.

He then realized that houses were on fire. "I can help this..." he said, definitively. He held out his hand in a grabbing motion towards one of the houses that was set ablaze. He performed a yanking gesture, which pulled the fire off( and out) of the house and toward him. People observing gasped, assuming it was an evil spell, and that he would either kill himself or more innocents...but he did not intend to let anyone else die needlessly today. Instead, his body absorbed the fire, making a loud hissing noise when it made contact with his body. Afterwards, he felt refreshed, energized. What's more, he had stopped tearing at the eyes.

There was no downside...he continued this way for 4 more houses, until the rain started. Thunder rumbled in the air as water poured from the heavens as a sublime savior. It felt cool on his skin, which was hot after the events that had transpired before. He held his arms out, looking upward...which, ironically, is how turkeys commit suicide.

The blood on the street started to wash away...

[Sora_Rox_My_Sox]

The rain plastered her hair and clothes against her body, making every motion stressed and uncomfortable. All around her, houses had been subdued by the rain, leaving the charred remains behind. As Kenisha slowly made her way down the narrow street, the rain in the gutter began to dye red.

"Blood?" She asked herself as the flow of darkend water grew heavier. She quickly paced up the street, her body still numb from her previous engagement with fire. As she ran into an area where the street opened up, she took notice of the dismantled bodies, strewn across the ground like rag dolls. Blood seemed to be pouring from every body, each disfigured and destroyed, the only remaints were hardly recognizable. Kenisha quickly shut her eyes, and she felt the few contents of her stomach lurch and heave. She fought the urge to throw up, but the overwhelming scent of death and decay was putrid. She began to run, run anywhere, anywhere away from here.

She stopped her sprint, her eyes looking down upon the bloodied and destroyed figure of her friend, Kiro. She wouldnt have known if was her, the body was so gored and mauled, except for the tiny golden locket that hung, covered in blood, around the stub of a neck that was left on the body. She burst into tears and ran blindly through the streets, constantly tripping and almost falling flat on her face. She only stopped when she ran, face first, into an oncoming wall, colliding with a crunch. Her head got heavy, her world went blindingly white, and she slumped down against the wall, her nose bleeding freely. Her barely conscious self could just make out the form of a person, perhaps one of the only living things within a 5 mile radius of the are, besides herself.

[Shattered Redemption]

"What the hell??" Boa looked as she saw some girl come running down the alley, screaming and crying. Not only that, but she was also covered in blood, and Boa was a bit put off by this. She was wondering what was going on. She had smelled smoke, and saw a lot of it, but soon after it began raining, a downpour that was described as something torrential. Her attention turned back to the woman, up close she looked older, whom ran and smacked her head on the wall. "Oh wow, she must be on drugs or whatever. I feel bad now, but two in one night??"

Boa walked over to the girl, whom almost unconscious was just looking at her, blood flowing down from her broken nose onto her already blood stained clothing. "My, you must have been frazzled by all of this." Boa was realizing now why there might have been reason for the girls actions. Merely being around the girl and the area, there was the sense of death. Life force gone out, the blod of dead bodies was on the woman's clothing. it was sickening to Boa.

"Let's take care of that."

Boa once again used her powers, this time only using a bit of power, healing the broken nose instantly. "There, all better. Are you going to be okay??" The girl should have been fine, as physically her headache and near concussion from the impact was gone, but mentally, Boa wasn't sure about her yet.

[Dark Heart 2]

OOC: Sorry for the post delay, guys. Been really busy this passed while. Well, it'll be short, but here:OOC

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Crome hadn't spoken for the passed several hours. Not once had his mouth opened since that incident in the city. Still, that event looped over and over inside his head as vividly as when it originally occurred. The death... the violence... the blood... the burning... there was so much pain, great agony, and all the Wolfen could do was stand in shock at the massacre that the specter wrought. He was powerless... powerless to do nothing, not even able to throw his own life into the line of fire and attempt to protect the people from that abomination. It haunted him deeply, and he didn't think these thoughts and regrets would ever leave his mind at peace, not for a long time anyway.

Inside his chambers, within the Castle of the Divine, Crome walked over to his bedside, laying upon his big, comfortable bed, he lazily used his arm to open up the drawer of the desk beside him, pulling out what seemed to be a book of some kind. It was dusk now, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon, wrapping the earth in it's bright, warm embrace. Lighting the candle atop of the desk, Crome then lay back flat upon his bed, opening the contents of his book for his eyes to see.

It was not a book of words, rather it was one made up of images; mini-portraits, if you will. There were numerous ones in here, one made from paint showing Crome as a child, running through the streets of Eutoria with not a care in the world... that's when his parents were still alive. Still, to this day, Crome does not know exactly what happened to them. His memory of that point in his life was rather fuzzy, and the information regarding that event was unattainable for the time being.

There were many others, made from a variety of media; charcoal, chalk, pencil, ink to name a few. Though there were many alive, vibrant, colorful ones, there was one that really stood out to the Wolfen. This picture was unique, very special to him. It was the only picture of his old friend, the one that he had lost to the Emperor's rage twelve years ago. Sighing at such depressing thoughts, Crome placed the book back inside it's resting place, then turning to look at the stone ceiling that stood firm above him.

Now unable to dwell on the memory of his friend, he couldn't help but remember his companion who was always so kind, loyal, and generally just a great person. His brow furrowed. "Aaaah, why did Shest-- the Emperor... why did he have to act so harshly upon you? You merely had ideals of your own, ones which did not coincide with the oppressing nightmare that he thought up. I respected you for showing such courage towards him, for placing your beliefs before his, which were always supposed to come ahead of everything else."

His eyes began to close, finishing his thoughts before drifting into sleep. "Were you still alive today, perhaps you could have persuaded the Emperor to look down a different path. Perhaps things could have been different. Either way, I will continue to carry those beliefs as closely as possible, and keep them in my heart. For these longs years I have tried to bring the Emperor away from his ways, towards the direction you wanted him to go, though so far I've been unsuccessful. That will not stop me though, I will never give up this hope. Though you may be gone, I will always respect you, and never forget you... old friend, as well as the dream that both you and I shared..." And with that, slumber fell upon him.

[Shattered Redemption]

Erebos looked up, and moved from his bed, stirring after having yet another dream. Like before something seemed more than off, but this time he was certain that it was not a dream at all, and what was bothering him was that he could not sense Charla's energies anywhere in the house. he stumbled out of bed, his skeletal form pressed from the presence of high power that was close by. Not looking down, he almost tripped over something in the hall. He gasped, dropping down as he looked at what it was........"Charla." Her throat had been split, and she had a hole going through the top of her skull, it looked like a burn mark.

"What is going on here??" Erebos began to sob, his one and only love had been killed, and he had done nothing to stop it. He was letting all of his mental blocks down, and the mere sight of Charla dead, caused him to go into a sudden rage. The walls of his mansion shook, and the wall nearest him cracked from the expelling of telekinetic energy, but in this rage, he also began to notice something else; laughter. From a voice that sounded familiar.

Erebos felt himself pinned against the wall as Seru floated towards him. "You bastard, I knew it, I knew it. How could you do this?? Why are you here??" He struggled against the force that Seru was using against him.

"You think that I would not come for you?? I have killed all of the Rosendor other than you so far. I will not let any of you live after what you did to me......all those years ago."

Seru was blasted backwards, a massive beam of light flying from Erebos hand as he dropped down from the wall. "My, I had almost forgotten that the traits could have been passed down, but it matters not." Seru raised it's hand and as Erebos used telekinesis, Seru reversed the flow of energy, and shattered the energies on Erebos' right side, causing him to fall apart.

"Damn it, so this is how I will end?? You won't get away with this Seru."

Seru chuckled. "Really??"

Outside in the night air, the district rumbled from an explosion. Erebos' manner blew up, streaks of what appeared to be lightning exploding from it in nearly every direction. The building was eradicated the pieces of it blown outwards breaking apart, and down until they looked like dust. Energy flared out of the foundation, continuing to cause other explosions that rattled the area.........as Seru floated off into the night.

[Sora_Rox_My_Sox]

The blood dribbled down her face, stopping at her chin, and slowly dripping onto her already solied clothes. Kenisha's face was probably swollen like a ripened tomato, and she didnt even want to imagine what her nose looks like."Aww shit." She mumbled under her breath, pain inching across her face as she grimaced. She looked up, the last few drops of blood starting to gush from her nose. A figure approached her, her outline foggy and unclear.

"Let's take care of that."
The woman said, using her powers to heal her nose, and any other injuries she had. She felt a tingling sensation on her nose, as if it were being tickled by a large and fluffy feather. Then, it was over. She wrinkled her nose, scrunching it up and testing its newly healed properties. "Hey, thanks for that." She replied to the kind woman. "I'm sorry, its just...so much death." Her voice cracked on the last word, and she almost choked on the lack of air. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she flashed back to the sight of Kiros mutilated and decapitated body. She looked down as the tears flowed freely down her dirty face, leaving a clean trail where they slid.

"Damn, whats going on here?" She asked her helper, silently choking back her tears. This city was going mad, and she wanted to know why.

[Shattered Redemption]

"Oh our savior, the Dark Beast, we bring to you another sacrifice whom wishes to become one with you. Accept this offering oh savior." It had been a month since the last cursed gathering, a meeting fro those whom had given their being, their very souls unto Seru, in exchange for thus massive power. It was sure something to do, but Seru was becoming agitated that there was always a problem in the way things ended up happening, and it really just wanted to go and kill a few people. Of course it had already done that earlier, killing the group of civilians had stirred it into a state of sublime happiness. The blood bath was very soothing to it.

Its thoughts however were more on the child placed in front of it on the alter, Seru could not be seen, as a dark field of energy was hiding it from view, but the child nonetheless did not seem to be afraid at all. It was therein a good trait to have, but when dealing with Seru the little brat needed to be scared. The child stood up and spoke. "Great and sacred Dark Beast, I will give my soul unto thee, I just want to be strong, I don't care what happens as long as I can get my mother back from those bastard divine."

Seru just listened, it didn't give a shite why the lilliputian wanted power, another soul was another soul to it. It spoke slowly, slurring the words that came from its mouth.

"В обмен на..... власть........ Вы ищете, я возьму вашу..........душу. Если Вы дезертируете, то я буду........там, так использовать........ваше мнение в этом...."

A gnarled and twisted looking claw shot from where Seru was near the alter, and plunged into the child, whom began screaming and bleeding from the mouth, thrashing on the ground as his body was torn asunder from his soul. The child's body lifted from the ground, blood swirling around him as he grew taller, his body seemingly changing into that of an adult. He dropped to the ground, breathing hard. "Yess, I can feel the power, I have what I want!!!"

Seru spoke through the darkness. "Duh, now go away......"

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"The hell if I know, I would rather find out than stay here. Let's go check it out shall we??" Boa didn't really wait fro an answer, and slinked off through the alley, looking up at the sky, and smelling the mixture of a lot of different things. There was the smell of death that she got from her powers, but also that of rain, the obvious, and then smoke. It seemed that as she crossed the street out of the alley the world had changed.

Half of the buildings in eh district seemed either destroyed, or close to it, but the thing that bothered her the most, were all the remains of dead bodies. "Damn, this is horrible." Her voice was low, she looked around, and saw the entrails of people all over. There were so many different organs, and the chunks of flesh were eye watering.

She had spent a rather long time in the alley and all, but in the distance, the remnants of a horrible surge of energy lingered. You could see it in the air and the crater where it had taken place was visible from where she was standing.

"I really need to go home."

[Grimmjow Jaggerjack]

Silence. Complete silence. What a delight...

The young man stood in the middle of the street, his short, blond hair was wet, his clothes were soaked, his expression was...peaceful. A weird expression in the midst of the destruction where he stood. He couldn't help it, he always felt relieve when the rain poured down on him. Everything was cleansed, cleaned, made pure, by those drops of water from the sky. Streams of water sought there way down the streets, bearing with them the blood of the bodies in the street. The fire that had burned amongst the houses siding the streets was reduced to a minimum of some smouldering wooden beams, and smoke swirling high up into the air.

Yreal opened his eyes. Again, he held three gems in his hand, as they had defused already. Nature changing magic needed something as complicated as merging his gems, but after the dance is done, the new gem quickly demerges in only moments. In most cases, that is.

Yreal directed his attention to the man who still layed next to him, unconscious.

'Come on, man. The sight of horror has been replaced. Help me.' Yreal said to the guy once the last had regained his consciousness. Yreal had chosen his words carefully, as always, not wasting energy on words that didn't need to be said. The man stood up togheter with Yreal, and starting helping him clean up the mess without a word. An expression of disgust still layed victorious on his face.

Yreal noticed a few other people on the scene, but he wasn't in the mood for asking for answers, and they didn't seem to have unpure hearts. All was good for now. Just silently cleaning up, saying nothing, keeping quiet. Let peace return.

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One walked through the slums, often greeted by other inhabitants of the by the Gods forsaken city part. He greeted them back as friendly as he could, but his voice was cold. His mind was somewhere else, wondering. Bitter by thoughts of a life long ago, which ended so abruptly twelve years ago. He hadn't thought about that life since who knows who long, as his memories of that time had been awakened only half a year ago, when he had regained his book. How he regained that book was blurry at his moment, but he knew it was of great importance.

The last few days he had slowly been remembering all sorts of memories from his past life, as he had been reading through the passages of the book. One part spoke to him the most, as it actually really stated most of the things he had done in the last few weeks of his former life. It started just past the middle of the book and lasted till the end of the writing. The book was unfinished, and empty at the end. The whole part was entitled: 'A diary of sorts; thoughts, wisdom, and expressions from a lonely man.'

One's thoughts drifted off to a chapter in particular.

'...Water still drips from the roof, and is driving me crazy. The floor is harsh, the walls are cold. Nothing to eat, nothing to drink...no friendly face to see. I pray for the day the emperor returns to normal and releases me from my prison. The worst part may even be the nature of this prison, which is surpressing my abilities, my Magica and Magnus alike. The comforting feel of power running through your veins... I know these are impure thoughts, but I can't help it: I don't know if I could last another day without it. Without the Magica empowering my muscles, my blood... My old body can hardly take it.

Old body... Haha, that brings back memories. How long is it since I've seen him last? My wolven friend, being as old as myself... He is as young as ever... Sigh...

It has been two weeks since I was locked away, and I still curse the day I saw the death of the Empress...'