Soran Feliy Reigailia's Story

Peter was left alone by himself as he drank his tea. Nothing seemed to break the calm, if not controlled chaos. He half wondered what the two seers were talking about upstairs, but before he could think on that thought further, he half thought he heard some form of noise. It sounded like nothing at first, but it sounded like something was on the roof. Or some one. if it was some form of prowler Peter decided to give the person an incredibly warm welcome.

Moving for the fireplace he slowly got ready to summon a fire spear to hurl upwards. The notion it might be a burglar highly irked him to the point of anger.



Jonathan was setting a small backpack that held the majority of his spare clothing and was pulling them out to organize them. He then heard Kilia worry about his family's well being and/or if he was expected back home. Home, that was a word he hasn't heard in a long long time. He left the home of his Parent's after Graduating high school and was on his own ever since.

Should he tell her that? "Well, I could tell her without raising a lot of questions in her head." he thought. If he could do that, then that should put her mind at ease. But what if she pried further? What if she figured out about his former night job? The job he knew he had to force retire from after taking the Guardian job. What if she hates him for doing it? And worse, what if she found out he's seeing something only he could see and can't explain what it is?

"I'll be fine Kilia. I moved out of my Parents after high school. My home was mostly my Motorbike and whatever I stopped at for the night." He explained. "So this is the first homely place I've been to."

"Check out the bed Robin!" The Grey Knight shouted whilst resting on said bed before vanishing. Jonathan sighs whilst getting the last few bits of clothing sorted and organized. Some spare clothing! Looked more like pajamas and only spare pants and several shirts, along with only two pairs of socks. His clothing availability was disappointing at best. Hopefully he could find a way to get more clothing soon.

Jonathan scratched his head in thought of how to use the rest of his newfound space. "What to do now?" He wondered aloud to himself.

(Well hmm...Chia you posted before I could do anything haha just kidding...to make this easier to figure out your part your name will appear on top)

(Peter)

"Stop please." The figure at the entrance of the study was definitely not Grayson. "Its very rude to set off your power before asking permission for the owner of the house you are going to damage in the process." If anything the tall, well muscled man could have been an exact replica of his son when he was younger. However now his eyes were a darker purple and his hair was in short cut around his head. He was wearing a dark blue suit. If his command had startled Peter anyways. The fire spear would have disappated before reaching the outside of the house anyways. There was a shield around the house (that usually kept people from breaking in) that was made by the resident guardian.

"You must be Peter, Soran's guardian. I am Alauric Belvedare." Apparently there had been a conversation outside in the hallway, but I guess we will never know what was said.

(Soran)

Tristan hadn't a clue on how to respond, well not the way he wanted to respond. He decided to be a good little Seer, well at least for the next couple of minutes.

"Its fine," Tristan muttered under his breath. As he got a closer look at the wound, he understood why it would hurt. The burn had began to blister...and wasn't very pretty looking. "This might sting." Tristan said as he took out a white lotion that not only would dull the pain but had a cooling effect on the area. "So tell me about your powers."

Tristan was hoping to distract the other while he was treating the wound. However he was also trying not to think about how close he was to Soran. Even looking at a blistering wound wasn't making this any easier on his thoughts. Was he attracted to the other, or was it because of this whole situation that somehow he was thinking that his feelings were wrong. Maybe he could test that theory

After he was done and bandaged the wound, he looked up from his position. He asked this question after Soran was telling him about his powers. "Well since it is still our birthdays, would you like to go celebrate, or something...I mean with me."

Well no duh dude, of course you meant with you, who else would he have thought you talking about. Tristan was pretty sure Soran was going to start laughing at him

(Rethyn)

Now this stranger's entrance would not have gone unnoticed, in fact his presence was felt as soon as he hit the roof. Grayson excused himself quietly, as he left Mr. Belvedare to introduce himself to Peter. The guardian was a little peeved, as whoever it was trying to break in had somehow broken his shield. Grayson made his way quietly and without any indication that something was wrong. If you ever had to deal with a house of screaming girls...you might understand his reasoning behind this. The girls had settled in the kitchen and Tristan's mother was in her room. The hallway in which Rethyn had entered was yes unoccupied, but it was also the floor where the training rooms were located. This meaning there was an abundance of weapons in some of the rooms and that didn't settle well the guardian. His presence would be quite obvious as he appeared at one end of the hallway. He was accessing the other, but he would rather not take the violent road with this one.

"A more polite person would have knocked on the front door and waited for an invitation." His comment came out smooth and with calm. "Now may I ask, what are you doing here." Grayson saw the weakness in his shield as he found himself looking at the other. Many gods didn't have a power that teleports them instantly, strange as that was, it was very rare. Grayson decided if the other was going to attack, he would place the same shield around himself, but this time he would use his own aura to slow down the other.

Rethyn brought his hands into his pockets as he started walking towards Greyson. All of the teleporting and roaming this day had him a little tired. This was made apparent from Rethyn's loud breathing through his gas mask as he caught his breath. The young man seemed to take his time as he walked towards Grayson.

Finally catching his breath, Rethyn stopped just in front of Greyson as he asked very bluntly.

"Where's Kazar?"


Several thoughts were racing through his mind as he spoke to Greyson. Had they kidnapped her? It would explain the barrier he teleported past. However he didn't have enough evidence to make such a rash claim. He would for now play it off very calmly and as normal as he possible could. Sadly though he knew inside he failed in that department. Nobody had looked normally at him since his return.

And of course within his pocket he had his right hand on the hilt of his serrated knife. A pro-caution just in case things went very south. In anticipation Rethyn kept his grey-blue eyes upon Greyson as he awaited his answer. Through the thick plastic glass of the gas mask Greyson would be able to see the grey blue eyes of Rethyn. Just like his sister's eyes there were no pupils.

"Its fine," Tristan's voice muttered and Soran gave a soft sound almost like pitiful moan.

"This might sting."

"Okay," Soran said softly as he tried to prepare himself by gripping the edge of the chair he was seated on.

"So tell me about your powers."

Startled by the question, Soran just looked up at the boy whose head was dipped down as he started working on the injury. He watched the dark hair as it moved ever so slightly as he opened the bottle of liquid and got some on his fingers. For a single moment, Soran wanted to see if Tristan's hair was as soft as it looked. He bit his lip suddenly as the boy touched the wound. Hissing in a deep breath he realized why Tristan had asked him the question.

"I-I" he stumbled as he tried to start talking past the intense stinging he was experiencing, "Nnn. Damn, stings," he hissed, leaning his head back he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a moment, "I can create things. Complex designs. Whatever you want really. Anything from a forest to a house, to an entire city if you wanted. I'm really good with computers too. I actually sort of work for my dad creating new systems for our magic. I also like to... gah!" he flinched as Tristan touched a particularly sensitive part of the burned skin, "I like to hack into other systems. Keeps me busy. I can create powerful weapons too, usually sniper rifles and things like that," he let out a sigh as Tristan leaned away.

Looking down at his leg that was finally bandaged and not hurting, he grinned at the boy as he leaned away from Soran, "Thank you, that feels much better."

"Well since it is still our birthdays, would you like to go celebrate, or something...I mean with me."

Soran's face ignited into a hot blush once more, his eyes growing wide at Tristan's words. He stuttered a bit as he tried to answer, "I-I... Wou-would that be alright? I mean, did you really want to celebrate with me? Th-that would be... Very nice," he muttered the last part as he slowly dropped his gaze down to floor, his fingers absently playing with the bandage over his leg.

Then his eyes brightened and he swiped his right hand next to his body and the magic system pulled up, the clear surface glowing slightly as he looked over to Tristan with a bright smile, "I can create anything, what would you like?"

A loud sound filled the air, almost like something was crackling across the surface of something else. The house shuddered violently. Soran gasped as he looked towards the door. What the hell is that!? looking outside as he thought, he realized it was night already. Time had gone so quickly. The sound occurred again and the house shuddered even more the second time. Standing up, he moved to the window as he looked out into the yard that was Tristan's.

A third sound rocked the house and what looked like a shining light rippled across the yard. Soran's gasp was filled with recognition and fear the second time. His gaze landed upon a figure standing just outside what he now recognized as the barrier around the house. Grayson much have had that erected, he was a Guardian after all.

The golden eyed God was currently throwing his fire at the barrier and he was winning against it. Soran's heart thrummed hard in his chest as he watched. The golden gaze set on him and he stumbled backwards right into Tristan, "Ah! Tristan... S-sorry. Damn it... you have to be with Grayson, since you don't have a Guardian right now, quickly!" he started to urge the boy towards his bedroom door, his heart lurching into his throat.

"That god... that god is Yakosa. He... he's the one who..." Soran choked as he recalled what he'd done to his best friends. His fingers gripped tight to Tristan's arm as he'd been holding the boy in his haste to leave the room and join the Guardian's in the living quarters. "Killed them..." he hiccuped as he tried to keep his tears from falling and clouding his vision as well as the sorrow from clouding his conscious.




"I'll be fine Kilia. I moved out of my Parents after high school. My home was mostly my Motorbike and whatever I stopped at for the night. So this is the first homely place I've been to."

Kilia's face softened, "Oh, I see," she answered him. She knew when it was appropriate to ask more questions and when it wasn't. This was one of those times to not ask any more questions. She smiled as she stood in the doorway and watched him unpack what little he had. She half wished she'd ridden the bike with him. Kilia had never been up on a bike before and she wondered what it was like.

"What to do now?"

Kilia giggled as she stood there, "Well, if you're hungry or anything I can make us a little something to eat. Here, I'll be right back. I think we have something for sandwiches, I hope that's alright," she offered as she turned into the hallway and headed down the stairs to the kitchen.

Working her way into the kitchen, she moved around rather quickly. Grabbing the bread, a knife and two plates, she went to the refrigerator and pulled out some of the turkey meat they had. She was in the middle of making the food when she heard a strange sound behind her. Turning slowly she looked out the large glass windows that opened up to the forested area behind her house.

The knife fell from her fingers, clattering to the floor and she turned on her heel to head for the stairs. Kilia was too slow in reaction though. The glass windows shattered as the barrier her mothers Guardian placed up shattered. The young Seer was hurled forward, a terrified scream escaping her lips as she went crashing into the waiting room. Her back hit the couch, stopping her from rolling any further.

The Goddess strode into the room right behind her, glowing orange eyes swirling with a cold malice that froze Kilia's blood. She watched the woman slowly make her way into the home. Finally she screamed again, "Robin!!"

At the back of the house she could hear her mother's voice ordering her Guardian. Kilia wasn't sure who was going to be faster though, but she could only hope that one of them would reach her first as the Goddess moved to reach out to the young Seer. Kilia struggled to stand, but her body was weak from fear and hitting the floor had bruised up her knees, making them lock up on her.

"Robin!!!"

Tristan- Downstairs (Tristan's Dad, Soran, Peter)

He listened carefully to Soran describe his powers, they sounded relatively close to his own. His comment of how cool that was sort of died on his lips when Soran answered his last question. How could Tristan not help but to smile slightly at that blush. It was all over to soon, that moment.

As the house shook the first time, Tristan stood and ran to his window as well. He could clearly see the god standing there winning against the barrier. Yet as he heard Soran tell him to go to Grayson, he wondered how he knew he didn't have a guardian yet. Slightly embarrassed by the fact, he chose to ignore the feeling at the moment. "Back down the hallway, you need your own guardian as well." The violent shaking continue as the god tried to break the barrier

Tristan could help but to quietly put his hand on Soran's shoulder, "It won't be like last time, there is alot of protection here, which makes me kind of wonder why the hell the god is attacking in the first place."

"He's a war god..." Soran managed to mutter, lifting his gaze to look up at Tristan who was gripping his shoulder, "He... that god...Tristan..."

The alarm sounded in the house, a little late but it was still working. It didn't necessarily mean a breach in the barrier, but there was a weakening.

Alauric held on to the door as the house shook the first time. "Don't move, you are safer in here." He voice was a command to Peter, "I will go get my son and your seer."

"Yes sir." was all Peter could reply as he begun to wait but also once again readying himself for battle.

His door suddenly opened and there stood his father. "Tristan, Soran, I am sorry that there is time for no introductions, we need to move."

Tristan cringed slightly, glad to see his father, but then again wondered where Grayson was. "Dad, where is..."

"He is upstairs, dealing with another issue. Mostly likely the reason why the god is attacking now, the breach must have lured it here." Tristan's father led them back toward the study.

"Dad, the girls."

"They are alright, in the bunker, I went there first."

Soran flinched as the door opened, half expecting the war god to come waltzing through. In the rushed chaos, he couldn't quite keep up with everything and so just blindly followed what was happening. The man standing before them was soon identified as Tristan's father. Soran swallowed dryly as they moved to a different room.

Back in the study where Peter was "Yakosa... he's going to break that barrier," Soran said softly, still clinging to Tristan's arm without realizing it. As they stopped in the study, Soran took a deep breath. Finally releasing Tristan, he swiped his hand to bring up his system. He began working, his thoughts slowly coming back together to figure out what he should have been doing in the first place. Working to put together a complex piece of weaponry, one of his favored weapons. The rifle would be done within the next ten minutes, with modifications to it. Alauric watched the boy, who it seemed was frightened before, get to work. He looked at his son, who had started something also. As he could read determination in both of their eyes, and smiled.

They might actually survive their fate. His communication device went up. "Grayson, downstairs."


"We're have a great time kicking that goon's buttocks again." Peter stated as he prepared to summon one of his spears. His hand was almost shaking in excitement at the prospect of a fight. He looked at Soran and smiled brightly. This was about to get really fun.


Upstairs (Grayson, Rethyn)

This wasn't boding well for anyone in the house at the moment. Grayson pondered the stranger wondering how much help could he be, "you lost energy getting here. I need to go, if you follow that is your own choice."

With the shaking of the house under the demons attacks, Rethyn's gaze didn't shy from Grayson's as he spoke in a steady tone. "Lead the way."

Grayson movements down the stairs and toward the study were interrupted by another violet shaking. He heard a loud crash and stopped. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to read the entire house. The barrier was not going to hold for to much longer. "If you want to live, I would get to the study as fast as I could." Yet Grayson stood there, reading and manipulating as much as he could to strengthen those weak spots. He knew it was a little use, especially while reading the aura of the god who was attacking.

From behind Grayson Rethyn merely nodded at the advice of Grayson. He felt odd, for he could feel what was attacking but it just didn't register to him. As Rethyn continued following Grayson he glanced downwards as he dove into thought. What was happening? In this new life, this second chance had he become a monster? Shaking his head at himself, he refused it for it did not matter. There was only one way he could go now and it wasn't over his shoulder. Looking back up again, Rethyn had gained a new resolve for the moment at hand. With a deep breath and a slow exhale, Rethyn focused up.

His golden gaze narrowed as he watched the barrier before him. He could feel the Guardian inside trying to put it back together. Launching another blast of fire at it he watched it waver. A grin spread on his lips. The Guardian was hard pressed to rebuild what was already broken. If it hadn't been broken in the first place, Yakosa would have never found his ideal vessel. The young blonde haired Seer was perfect for him, and he would take it even if he had to burn everything to the ground. Letting his hands fall to his sides, he let his power rush along his frame, the fire igniting into each hand in brilliant blue light. Slamming his hands forward, he pressed against the barrier.

And he didn't seem to happy in the least. Grayson could imagine, being bested by the young seer and his cocky guardian would have sent even the most leveled headed god into revenge mood. As the god pushed against the barrier, Grayson had to leave it, he just hoped he had enough time to reach the others. protecting the house was the least of his worries.

Seeing the study room just ahead, Rethyn felt Kazar. From within a little light went off as the young man rushed past Grayson to the entrance of the room. However as he glanced into the room to his disappointment she was not there. Just as the hope begun to drain from Rethyn's mind there was a flicker, a pulse. Of the people in the room, Rethyn's eyes locked onto Tristan as he was the source of the aura of Kazar. What did that mean? Confusion stuck him as he tried to force this to make sense within his mind. However it didn't as Rethyn ended up just staring absently at Tristan.




At the entrance of the stranger to the study, Tristan paled, "You...wait you are dead." Tristan had seemingly recognized the other by the same features as he saw in his sister. Tristan stepped back and slumped to the floor, still in somewhat of a shock. Alauric stared at his son and then back to the other. Grayson followed Rethyn into the study. First he looked to his master then to Tristan, "Ah, I had feared as much." There wasn't any time to get into the whole story of that morning. Not with a god at their doorsteps.

The words of Tristan snapped Rethyn back into attention. How did he know he died? Rethyn did his best to revert his expression back to normal and away from shock. He couldn't show that sort of expression towards the others. Rethyn's clear blue eyes were locked on Tristan as he quickly glanced over him. He took notice of the bandages but didn't keep his eyes there as they drilled back into Tristans eyes. "How does he know me?" Rethyn thought to himself. "Where is Kazar?" Tristan couldn't answer him, it wasn't so much as he didn't understand what had happened that morning. Grayson looked at Rethyn again. "I don't think its you he knows," the guardian answered him in a straight tone. Grayson stepped to his master as Alauric stood there. There seemed to be this mental conversation going on to between them, everything that seemed to pass that day had been said in a few looks.

At the words of Grayson Rethyn momentarily couldn't help but show a quick glance of horror. If he was speaking about what Tristan said then it was the death of Rethyn's hope. Gritting his teeth he did his best to hold down his emotions as he mentally said "Bullshit" to Grayson's words. Kazar couldn't of died, the man was just trying to get under his skin.

The sight of Tristan stumbling backwards and then slumping against the wall startled Soran from his creation. Looking straight over to the boy, he gave a slight gasp as he moved to kneel next to him, mindful of the bandage around his thigh, "Tristan..." Glancing over his shoulder he looked to the strange boy that had walked into the room with Grayson. Was this his Guardian? But Tristan had just said that the Guardian he had had died. So then... who was this person? Grayson seemed to know something though as he looked between the two boys.

Rethyn finally caught onto the shift of the mood in the room. Doing his best to downplay the words of Tristan, Rethyn asked Tristan in a slightly annoyed tone. "Then how am I standing before you and speaking to you?" Feeling the eyes of everyone in the room upon him Rethyn's hands left his pockets as he pulled his hood up a little big more to cover him better. Even though he thought he was hiding it well, the situation was getting to him a little.

Another shudder coursed through the home, more violent than the last one. Soran moved so that he could see past the boy with the gas mask. The shimmering outside of the home had ceased. His eyes widened as he realized what that meant. Turning back to his open screen, he started the spell again (having left it to look to Tristan erased the work. Once something is started on the system, it has to be finished otherwise it doesn't stay if the persons fingers leave the screen). Soran's fingers worked the spell as quickly as he could. The complex design slowly pieced itself together as he moved his fingers in intricate patterns across the once empty screen.

Knowing the lack of time, Rethyn stepped out of the way so Soran could pass him before walking forward to Tristan. Kneeling down he extended a hand to him as he seemed to offer to help him up. Every bit of him wanted to start demanding questions of Tristan but he had to hold himself back. With yet another shudder of the home he knew the threat was coming. Whatever it was he knew he could not let it hurt the boy before him. He held aura of Kazar and therefore was a lead in finding her. At the same time too something felt right about this. Feeling right, he had not felt that in such a long time. Tristan looked up at him, couldn't really figure out why Rethyn wanted to help him. This strange boy in the gasmask though gave Tristan a sense of hope back. He accepted the hand and stood, "Right, lets get rid of this god, and then we can answer questions"

The back door shattered, blowing pieces of wood and glass all throughout the house as well as destroying some of the things in that hall. Soran flinched slightly but he kept working. The sound of Yakosa slowly making his way into the house was almost in time with his heavy heart beats. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the war god as he entered the study to stand in the doorway, a wild grin spread across his face as his golden eyes settled upon the blonde Seer. Closing his hands around the entire spell he'd just created, he dragged it off the screen and let it go. In a matter of seconds a large rifle equipped with a scope materialized into Soran's fingers. Grabbing the weapon, he lifted it upwards and instead of using the scope, he just pointed the barrel at Yakosa. Pulling the trigger he fired the weapon.

As Soran has been gathering his powers, so had Alauric. He was impressed with the gun creation. Tristan moved toward his dad, and realized what he was doing. " Fuck," the curse left his lips and he quickly accessed the power system as well. His understood more of what was needed, a black hole started to form in the opposite corner of the room.

The loud bang that ensued was almost deafening, even to Soran who was quite used to firing his own self-created weapons. Releasing his pent up breath, he took a closer look at what he'd done. The round of energy had exploded just before it hit the war god, unleashing it's potent magic. Yakosa had stumbled backwards into the other room. Standing, Soran pulled the trigger a second time, this time tilting his head into the scope to aim properly. Yakosa stumbled again as the round exploded with brilliant energy all across his frame. With a low growl, he lifted his head and glowered at Soran. With a swipe of his hand, the war god heated the weapon to extreme temperatures. With a shout of shock and pain, Soran threw the weapon from his body as he shook his hands to ease the burning.



Opening his magic system again, he quickly located his own barrier spell and dragged it off the pad. Bright blue light enveloped his frame, his hair and clothes lifting as if a torrent of wind had surrounded him. Yakosa, however, moved far faster. Slamming into the boy, they hit the floor with the war god straddling the other. Soran choked, his hand reaching up to grip the others that was wrapped around his throat. Yakosa's other hand held down Soran's free arm at an odd angle, making his shoulder burn.

(Collaborated post by all of us :) )

"Come now, make this easy won't you?"

Soran ground his teeth, his head turning away to look over to Tristan. It's going to happen again, he thought dejectedly. The war god noted his look and set his gaze upon Tristan as well, "He's interesting," was all the god said and Soran's gaze grew wide. Tristan called out "Soran," but was held back by his father. Time seemed to slow for him as Yakosa hauled him up and in a complete circle, threw him into the wall. The blonde Seer's body twisted around once and he slammed face first into the wooden frame of the house with a loud, sickening, thud. Crumpling to the ground, the boy had blood running from over his eyebrow down to his hairline and blood from his nose. He tried to focus, moving just slightly, but his body refused and he shut down, falling into darkness. Grayson couldn't quite react fast enough, but Alauric did, he had a weapon closely resembling a broadsword. The energy surrounding he went at the attack in an unguarded attack. Hoping to catch the god unawares.

Another barrier was thrown up between the god and the boy before anymore attacks could occur. Grayson stood there digging deeper into the power system. His energy almost snapped after having to do so much today already.

"Peter" Grayson moved toward Soran's guardian., "one big fire ball, don't throw it until I say." Alauric looked at his seer and nodded, he backed up toward the black hole in the corner. Alauric's broadsword grew into a trident attached to a long chain. The chain was thrown toward the god and hopefully wrapped itself around. Alauric throw the trident into the hole, where it went well that was anyone guess. It seemed to attached itself onto something as the chain grew taunt and tightened around the god. Grayson smirked as the chain itself suddenly caught on fire, this also seemed to be coming from Alauric.

Yakosa gave a soft growl as the chain hurled at him wrapped around his frame. Cursing himself at the lack of attention given to anyone else in the room, the war god had to remind himself he was now in a house full of Guardians and Seers. His lips turned into a grin as he looked towards the man who had thrown the chain around him. As it tightened down around him, it ignited making him wince and tense against the attack.

"Aye Sir!" Said an lamps eager yet tired out Peter as he prepared to ultimately summon as big a fireball as he could muster. he had to concentrate really hard to do it. He thought of all the people he had and all the people he left behind, hoping the thought of them would spur on the making of his fireball. It was getting as big as his head when he was hoping that they'd tell him soon. "Hold on Soran Buddy I'm coming!!!"

Grasping at the handle of the knife, Rethyn was unsure if he to go into the fray. The boy Soran clearly needed some sort of support, Rethyn knew he could give it to him. But, was he suppose to? Glancing to the others Rethyn awaited some sort of confirmation. Was it some sort of duel for him to not be involved in? Upon seeing Soran thrown into a wall Rethyn took a step forward. It didn't matter, "Screw honor" Rethyn said to himself as he pulled out his knife from his pocket.

"Oy Maskie! Don't get in the way! a fireball as big as I'm making this I got one shot!" As Peter was saying this the fireball almost was now as big as a watermelon as several excess flames was covering his arm. "Come on Grayson...Tell me when." he thought with sweat under his eyebrows.

"Wait," Tristan was beside Rethyn at that moment. "They will take care of it." Tristan stepped into the barrier and grabbed ahold of Soran while the others had the god distracted. "Can you teleport us out of here. Not far, just out of the room" If not, well they were going to have to run, Tristan had a feeling things were about to get really hot in the study.

Yakosa strained against the binds holding him in place. A glance over to another Guardian showed him the fireball that was being built. Him again, the war god thought. Clenching his fists he summoned his own fire. Igniting his body, he combated against the flames along the chains, heating them to extreme temperatures in an attempt to melt the magic systems metal. Hearing the red haired boy ask to be taken from the room, he shifted around to face him, "Where do you think you're going?" as he asked in a growling tone, his power exploded through the room sending a shock-wave of heat.

Taking quite a hit from the shock-wave, Rethyn passed Tristan as he found himself slamming with quite a good amount of force into the wall. Off-guard from such an attack, Rethyn felt the breath knocked from him as he staggered back to his feet. With his hand against the wall for support he coughed roughly and cursed a bit. With gritted teeth he wanted to rush the demon, but had been advised against it. He had been told to teleport the others from the fight, but he chose not to. He didn't want to run away from this.

"Yikes!" Was all Peter could say before the heat of the shock-wave almost knocked him over but he had to concentrate on the fireball in his hand, and still hope that the signal was given to throw the darn fireball at Yakosa.

Yakosa stretched forward, the chains shifting with him, trembling to hold him in place. His arm came free reaching forward to the barrier that separated himself and the red haired boy holding Yakosa's ideal blonde vessel. It only separated them by a foot. The war gods fingers touched the barrier, making it shimmer just like the one outside, his grin widening as the flames flickered across his body, "I can show you what real power tastes like, boy. Why don't you try it? He knows what it's like, I invaded him earlier after all. I want to see what you're capable of," he cooed as he pushed harder against the shield, trembling visibly.Tristan shivered at the power of the god's voice. If he had been alone, he would have succumb to it. Yet holding on to Soran grounded him, and somehow he found the strength to fight it. Yet he couldn't find the words to fire back at the god, as if he looked up and acknowledge him, he would be lost.

Knowing that they had probably waited to long, Alauric glanced at Grayson, knowing he was ready. "Now Peter." Grayson called out releasing another barrier, it had taken him longer then he thought it would. This one encased the god though.

"All I needed to hear Grayson.." Peter half muttered to himself, his yellow eyes shining like the fireball almost two times the size of his fists combined. "Hey Yakosa!" He yelled out to the god. "You're causing enough trouble already!" As he said this he got in a stance to prepare his throw. "So why don't you go screw yourself?!!!" He shouted very loudly as he hurled the fireball at Yakosa, aiming for his head. The barrier reacted with the fire ball causing it to explode. The only thing felt on the outside was an extreme heat as it did indeed get hot in the study. However inside the barrier, fire crackled and burned. The explosion caused the fire ball to heat up rapidly and expand until it was covered the god inside.

The chain still attached began pulling the god toward the hole. Alauric tried to do this faster, because he knew if the barrier broke, all their butts would be fried. The chain though had been weaken in Yakosa's struggling. It was only going so fast. Grayson was breathing hard, having pushed the last of his energy to create the barrier around the god.

Yakosa turned at the sound of his name only to catch the gigantic fireball straight to his face. Knocked off his feet and already straining against the chains holding him, he hit the floor. The barrier surrounding him didn't help the situation either. The fire ignited inside the shimmering sheild around his frame. With a shout of rage as well as pain, he tore at the chains, trying desperately to get free as he could feel himself being dragged somewhere. Another scream erupted from him and his own red flamed turned blue as he turned up the heat. Rage kept him from thinking too clearly, and so instead of burning the chains to free himself he could only think of harming the ones around him in an act of defiance. He allowed the blue flames to burn all around him, filling the little barrier even more. Still sliding, he was getting closer to the hole behind him.

A soft laugh started to fill his chest, "I hope you all like heat," he muttered and released the blue flames outwards, directly towards the red haired boy he'd been after just as his back touched the black opening of the hole.

Rethyn felt beads of sweat under his mask as he finally got the breath back in his body. He really hated it when the breath was knocked out of him, however just as he managed to do so another attack was launched straight at them. Having not seen the attack coming Rethyn attempted to grab Tristan to briefly teleport out of the room to dodge the attack before coming back. However, due to the distance Rethyn ended up teleporting away before being of much or any use to the others. Reappearing into the room the look under his mask showed his frustration with himself.

The flames hit instead a wall of stone that just pop out of the middle of nowhere. Tristan it seemed decided to try to come up with his own defense. It wasn't a very strong one, as he lacked the time to actually do it right. But it did block the brunt of the attack. The heat though had penetrated, making it almost unbearable as sweat poured down Tristan's forehead. It was making him faint. The chain gave one last tug at the god it was pulling. Alauric hoped this would the last pull, hopefully pulling the god into the darkness.

Yakosa, realizing where he was headed, struggled violently, his fingers digging into the biting chains. However, he'd exulted too much power in that instant of unleashing the blue fire and unfortunately to only have it strike a wall rather than the red haired boy holding his wanted prize. The hole pulled at him, sucking at him to drag him into a different place. He screamed as he thrashed, "I will have what is mine! There is no escape for those who you call Seers!" his cries were cut off as he was completely sucked into the hole. The hole closed behind him with a snap. Alauric collapsed next to Grayson, "I don't think we have anything to worry about." The comment was suppose to be compliment to those around them. Alauric smiled so his others would understand his words as something good.

"Good riddance, if I see that goon again it'll be too soon." Peter muttered to himself. He was panting from the amount of energy it took to make his fireball. "Anyone got a cold drink, or want it?" He sat down where he stood wiping sweat from his brow and gave a thumbs up to Mr. Belvedere.


Soran took a deep breath, only to cough on it because of the burning heat. This seemed to wake him just slightly though his head pounded hard. He gave a groan, shifting slightly to reach up and touch the wound over his eyebrow.Tristan glanced down at Soran, "Don't move, we will get a healer here to take a look at your wounds. I promise he will be better than I was." Tristan smiled

Soran smiled lightly, "Hey, what do you mean by that? Look, the bandage held up great," he coughed again, clearing his lungs of the heavy heat, "Damn... is he gone?" Soran looked around and was satisfied to see that Yakosa was indeed not there anymore. He frowned a bit, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come to your home. I didn't think he would follow me here."

Tristan shook his head, but his father spoke out before he could, "There is nothing for you to apoligize for, attacks like this happen in our world. Its not the first time the house needed renovated, in fact I don't think that was the worse attack." Tristan paled slightly as he knew what his father was talking about. "We should go, until the healer arrives, Soran can have the guest room. Everyone else can go to the kitchen, drinks and food would probably help the most."I shall go free the females...god willing they will be to tired to ask alot of questions."

Without a word, Rethyn turned and with a small wisp vanished from the rather devistated area to the kitchen. During that battle he felt next to useless or perhaps just useless. With the weakness shining bright he had to leave to scene. Even though he wouldn't be alone for long in the kitchen it was better than standing around.

Peter paled slightly at Mr. Belvedere's statements. "Not the worst?" He said tiredly. "I don't wanna know." He tiredly got up and wandered towards the kitchen. His eyes went wide at the mention of the females. "Oh no..." He had to reach the kitchen before that happened.

Grayson had already stood and helped Alauric off the floor. He then went to help Tristan with Soran, but Tristan waved him off, getting to his feet and kneeling to get under one of Soran's shoulders. "Let me know if I need to slow down."

"Hu? W-what...?" Soran stuttered as Tristan's arm came around his shoulders. "Going to carry you to the guest room, unless you can walk on your own." Tristan answered trying very hard to keep the grin off his face.

Peter tiredly reached the kitchen and looked around for food or drink and spotted the fridge and goes to see if any drinks are in there. "Root Beer? Come to daddy!" He said to himself with glee and took a can."Young man," Alauric again was standing there, "Do you know that little rule about power, its the same for the fridge. Never without permission." Peter froze where he stood, shuddering in nervousness. "Sorry. forgot my manners." Alauric was trying not to laugh, "Go ahead, you've earned it."

Peter sighed in relief as he proceeded to open the can and drinking a bit of the soda to finally wave off the thirst that developed from the heat of Yakosa's flames, coupled with his own flames. "Fire is a harsh thing, even if you use magic with it." He muttered to himself.Grayson entered, "Everything is secure, unfortunely the barrier isn't going to repaired tonight." Alauric nodded because he had already known this, "I will take first watch, and wake you later." Grayson understood that order as to mean to let the younger people sleep. He nodded and left the room. Alauric stood and stretched, "I don't remember it being this much fun the night I became a seer." He smirked in Peter's direction, "You guys can go stay in rooms down the other corridor. Have a good rest." Alauric left the kitchen toward the front of the house and planted himself in view of the outside.

Standing in the corner of the kitchen, Rethyn breifly looked at the soda before going over to one of the tables to take a seat. He was still feeling the strain from his travels. Crossing his arms, the young man lowered his head to his arms as he seemed to doze off almost instantly.

Soran took a deep breath, only to cough on it because of the burning heat. This seemed to wake him just slightly though his head pounded hard. He gave a groan, shifting slightly to reach up and touch the wound over his eyebrow.Tristan glanced down at Soran, "Don't move, we will get a healer here to take a look at your wounds. I promise he will be better than I was." Tristan smiled.

Soran smiled lightly, "Hey, what do you mean by that? Look, the bandage held up great," he coughed again, clearing his lungs of the heavy heat, "Damn... is he gone?" Soran looked around and was satisfied to see that Yakosa was indeed not there anymore. He frowned a bit, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come to your home. I didn't think he would follow me here."

Tristan shook his head, but his father spoke out before he could, "There is nothing for you to apoligize for, attacks like this happen in our world. Its not the first time the house needed renovated, in fact I don't think that was the worse attack." Tristan paled slightly as he knew what his father was talking about. "We should go, until the healer arrives, Soran can have the guest room. Everyone else can go to the kitchen, drinks and food would probably help the most. I shall go free the females...god willing they will be to tired to ask a lot of questions."

Without a word, Rethyn turned and with a small wisp vanished from the rather devistated area to the kitchen. During that battle he felt next to useless or perhaps just useless. With the weakness shining bright he had to leave to scene. Even though he wouldn't be alone for long in the kitchen it was better than standing around.

Peter paled slightly at Mr. Belvedere's statements. "Not the worst?" He said tiredly. "I don't wanna know." He tiredly got up and wandered towards the kitchen. His eyes went wide at the mention of the females. "Oh no..." He had to reach the kitchen before that happened.

Grayson had already stood and helped Alauric off the floor. He then went to help Tristan with Soran, but Tristan waved him off, getting to his feet and kneeling to get under one of Soran's shoulders. "Let me know if I need to slow down."

"Hu? W-what...?" Soran stuttered as Tristan's arm came around his shoulders.

"Going to carry you to the guest room, unless you can walk on your own." Tristan answered trying very hard to keep the grin off his face.

Soran's face grew red hot. He stared up at Tristan for a moment before quickly looking away, "I-I can walk... I think," he muttered the last part as he was really not sure if he could but wasn't about to let Tristan in on that fact. He moved a bit though it was awkward with Tristan so close and his arm already around his shoulders. Still blushing furiously he stared at the floor intently and sat up. He got to his knees before his head pounded harder with the sudden movements and he swayed as everything spun around in a swirl that made him feel sick. Balancing himself with his hands he groaned a bit, "Okay... fine. Damnit. Man... head injuries suck..."

Tristan bit his lip so he wouldn't say anything. He decided to let it go at the moment. "I will just help, you can lean on me for support, or put your arm around my shouldler, whatever is fine."

"Umm..." Soran ground his teeth, maybe I should have just let him carry me, he thought though he felt as if his face was going to explode with the amount of heat he was radiating. Maybe he could pass it off as it just being hot in the room, "I... can't really stand, Tristan," he didn't look and only reached up for the boy to help him up, "Sorry. Maybe it's just because its too hot in here." Once he was standing, he leaned against the boy heavily who was taller than himself. He reached up and slid his arm over Tristan's shoulder, trying to ignore the close proximity, "Thanks."

Soran clung to the boy without even realizing he was doing so. It was hard to walk properly and he had to keep his eyes closed in order to not see everything swimming around him. The pace felt almost agonizingly slow, not that he wanted to go too much faster but he was sure Tristan wasn't enjoying it all that much, "We can move a little faster," he said taking a larger step still with his eyes closed. He was relying on Tristan to direct him so that he didn't hit anything.

The arm around the red haired boy's shoulder tightened, his fingers curling into a fistful of the boys shirt. His other arm reached over to Tristan's waist to help steady himself further. "I hope the room's not too far," he said with a soft laugh, "This could take forever." he coughed then in embarrasment, "N-not that I don't like holding on to... uh, not that this is bad, I mean... God help me."


Tristan stopped as Soran's grip tightened, "Not to far, but I didn't want to go to fast," he said. In reality, he wanted to just stand there and hug Soran, but couldn't because he knew it would cause the other pain. He started again, a little bit faster until they reached a door at the end. "The bed is really comfortable, you should rest well in it." Tristan felt his cheeks burn again, this was going to be bad if everything he said to Soran made him blush. He opened the door and led the other inside, and luckily the room hadn't been damaged at all during the fight. The bed was a short walk from the door and Tristan walked towards it.

As the door opened, Soran looked into the room, "At least it's not an uncomfortable bed..." he commented lightly, "Although right now even a hard wood floor would be fine by me. In fact, anything would be good enough to sleep on as long as it's here. Much better than my own bed I'm sure," he smiled a bit as he reached out for the mattress to steady himself and slip from Tristan's shoulder to quite literally face plant into the covers. He groaned a bit, wincing slightly. Perhaps just plopping down had been a bad idea, "Ow..." he muttered. Pulling himself up onto the bed (which he was laying on backwards...) he settled into the covers almost instantly.

"Remind me next time not to piss off a God? Your wall didn't feel that great earlier," he said, his voice muffled as he was half buried in the comforter. Peering up at the boy he grinned, "You know, I think I kind of like you a little... would you stay a little longer?" Wow... I'm so damned screwed... this sucks, why did I say that? Perhaps he should hit his head more often...

He had tried to help the other down but was to late to do anything about the plopping. Tristan chuckled, "Sorry about the wall, I wasn't really thinking on that one, it really wasn't my best idea." Well he actually had another idea, but the absolutely crazniess of that idea, well he hoped no one would ever have to see it. In truth thinking on his feet wasn't his best quality, but he had been so worried about the other that he was distracted. He straightened almost to fast as he heard what Soran said next, "Um...yes." He wondered if Soran had even realized he had said what he did, or was in because of the injury. So he decided to go for broke, "Truthfully, I think I kinda of like you a little too." He wondered if Soran would even remember he said it.

Soran smiled lightly as he nestled in the covers. A bit of a laugh escaped him as his arms gathered up the covers to pillow his head as he lay half on his stomach, "Wow. What a crazy thing. I didn't think you'd actually say you were feeling the same too. So is this what they call love at first sight, I wonder? Hmm, I guess I'll find out," Soran said as he opened his eyes again to look up to Tristan. He was babbling, he knew it. Most likely because he was extremely weary and his head hurt a lot, he was probably somewhat delirious... well maybe not. He hoped not anyway.

"Ah!" he startled as he realized something, "Your covers... they'll get blood on them," he frowned as he lifted himself up a little bit to see the red stains on the blankets. He didn't get too far though and plopped back down. He mumbled something along the lines of buying Tristan new ones. For some reason a slight bit of pressure against the wound over his eye seemed to make things a lot easier to deal with. So, he pressed his head into the covers against his arm that was underneath the blanket. There was so much more he wanted to say to Tristan and he started to talk again, but his voice trailed off as he slowly fell asleep.

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There were hands on him that he didn't recognize. With a soft sigh he opened his eyes to the face of someone he'd not seen before. They had him on his back and seemed to be checking something. As he woke, the elder man looked down into his gaze and smiled, "Hello there. How do you feel?"

"Um... Alright I guess. A little groggy... where's Tristan?" Soran asked, then blushed as he realized the boy was the first thought on his mind upon waking. Damn I have it bad this time...

The old man chuckled, "Probably in his room, or eating in the kitchen."

"Oh. And... who are you?" Soran asked, trying not to sound rude as he glanced around the unfamiliar room he was in. He barely remembered the night before, only knowing that he had a conversation with Tristan regarding liking one another and the fact that his head had been feeling like a bomb ready to explode.

"A local healer for the Belvedere family. You had one nasty head injury last night. You had a minor concussion. But since you're looking lively, you're out of the woods now."

"Oh. T-thank you," Soran muttered as he looked away to the other wall. The old man shifted and directed Soran to sit up slowly. He did as he was told and the man reached up to bandage his head with a gauze over the cut just above his eyebrow. Once he was finished he patted the blonde's shoulder.

"There. Take it easy for a few days, you could still have some dizzy spells and feel faint. If you do, sit down or sleep. Alright? Nothing strenuous." the old man bore his gaze into Soran's for that last part.

What kind of strenuous activity would I be doing anyway!? he thought frantically to himself, but he couldn't help but blush. With a cough he nodded slowly, "U-uh... okay, I promise." Soran allowed the old man to leave first before slowly pulling himself off the bed. Standing up he took a deep breath and made his way to the door. The house was cool -finally- and somewhat silent which seemed odd considering the day before it was loud with the girls. He wondered where they were and cringed slightly.

I'm not afraid of girls... no, not afraid at all... they're... nice... really... he tried to convince himself as he braved the hall by himself. He wanted to find Tristan, all the while hoping he didn't run into any of the girls he'd seen the day before.

Tristan wasn't in his room or in the kitchen, he however was having a conversation with his father on the patio. Tristan hadn't left Soran's side until he was fast asleep, and not going to hurt himself. He didn't forget what he said last night, words that he didn't regret. However he wasn't talking about this with his father, even if he was thinking it. Something else was being said:

"I wish you told Grayson what had happened before he arrived yesterday morning." Tristan cringed slightly, he was still going to have to talk to the man in the mask about everything. He knew it was going to be his responsibility to do so and soon. "I understand," he said as he looked down. Alauric glanced at his son, "I know you found a friend in young master Reigailia yesterday, and you know I more open to things like this, but he is going to have to face his family. He can't stay here forever Tristan. He can heal I will allow that, but I don't need an enemy in another seer family because they think I am hiding his son. I've had half the night to think on this. If they physically push him away, then I will let him stay here. However families do things different with their seers, you know this better then anyone. You know what happened with your mother's family after she was chosen not to be a seer. A fact she regretfully throws at you all the time. I would never do that, I love everyone of my children. They will always have a place in this house, for whatever they chose to do. If you don't let this play out the right way, this is going to be a long year for everyone and gods won't be the only thing we have to watch our backs from.

As for any help, you can offer, leave it open, but on the understanding that will have to come with permission from the others family."

Tristan understood everything that was coming from his father's mouth. He didn't agree with it, but he couldn't argue with it either. How could he say this to Soran, especially having telling him he liked him. Soran would only see it as him pushing him away. Tristan brushed the hair from his eyes, wondering if he would rather fight a god then be honest with the other. Again all he did was to say he understood, and turned to walk back into the house. He knew the healer would almost be done with his assessment

He again understood in his father letting him know his decision, he was making it Tristan's responsibility to say something first. If Soran was told this by Tristan's father and then found out that Tristan knew...that could be worse, much worse.

He would think I betrayed him and lied to him.

What Tristan didn't expect what the person clouding his thoughts would be walking down the hallway. He stopped, and looked at the blond seer. Yep, there is no doubt about it, I really do like him.

He smiled, "Good morning, and why are you out of bed, you should still be getting rest. I was coming to see if you were hungry or anything."

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In other parts of the household, things were being repaired which pretty much drove all the females out of the house for a day of shopping. Grayson who had only a couple of hours of sleep was directing the repair. Well it looked like he was mediating actually, in truth he was doing his own repairs to the barrier outside. There were still weak spots, because Grayson didn't have enough energy to actually do a through job, but it would hold against weaker gods. He probably take a nap, and try to replenish his energy again and work on it later. The study which took the most damage, would be easy to fix. However some of the books in it had been ruined. Grayson was just glad it had been fire and not water...water damage was much more a pain in the neck to deal with.

Peter was sleeping in the guest room when he yawned and walked towards the front outside the house to check on his car. "That Goon better not have blown up my car." He muttered to himself as he wandered towards his car. It seemed to be in fine condition. No issues with the engine amongst other things.

Peter suddenly started to become lost in thought. He half remembered how his Dad and he worked on cars together before he died. It was to help pave his way through school so that he could have a better future, and get Married and have kids and watch that generation grow. He smiled softly at that. He hadn't found a girlfriend yet, but he seems to be getting used to his brand new job.

He sighs as he went to make sure the engine was actually working on the ignition part and he turned on the ignition. The motor sputtered and caused the engine to roar to life. He chuckled to himself and smiled broadly. "Yes! It's working! It's in working condition!" He shouted happily to himself feeling heavily satisfied. Now If Soran ever wanted to head out they can do so now. He hoped no one would be angry at him for turning on the car and causing noise so he turned off the engine and just walked to sit on the porch so he can recover from his own excitement.

Thanks Girl :D

"Good morning, and why are you out of bed, you should still be getting rest. I was coming to see if you were hungry or anything."

At the sound of 'good morning' Soran froze half expecting it to be one of the girls. But that wasn't quite right because the voice was deeper than a girls voice. He turned at the sound and was relieved to see that it belonged to Tristan. He gave a sort of guilty grin as he leaned against the wall, "I'm good to walk around, I'm not broken, jeez," he laughed slightly. His stomach decided to do the most horrid thing ever though in the presence of someone he liked... it growled... loudly. His face ignited and his hand dropped to his abdomen in embarrasment, "Umm..." After a moment he smiled nervously and rubbed his fingers through his hair.

"Well I am glad you aren't broken," Tristan teased slightly, but couldn't help but to chuckle at the stomach growling, "And I take that as a yes you are hungry. Do you feel like a walk to the kitchen then?" Tristan wondered why he even asked, it was a relatively dumb question. He sighed, "I am sorry, I am still tired and my brain isn't functioning well." Now why the heck did he just admit that to Soran.

Soran was happy to see that he wasn't the only one to act a bit differently than usual. He watched as Tristan seemed to be questioning himself about something. With a grin he walked over to him, "Yeah, it's alright. A lot happened last night, I'm surprised any of us got sleep... eeh... well I mean... other than someone getting knocked out. God that was embarrasing," he took a deep breath as he glanced up at the boy, "Anyway, sure lets go eat. And... thanks for the hospitality." Soran frowned a bit, looking down at the floor. He knew he was probably overstaying his welcome though, still he didn't really want to leave. Maybe he would call his home later instead. That would suffice, right?

Tristan grinned, "Well one thing is for sure, you've got a hard head." He was teasing again, trying not to think about what he had to say, or even if he could say it. He lead the other down the hallway back toward the kitchen and past all the other things going on. He glanced slightly to the patio and noticed his father was gone. He knew the adults didn't have any sleep with the barrier down. He felt bad, but couldn't do anything about it now. The kitchen was empty. Everyone else having come and gone at some point that morning. "So, what do you want to eat." Tristan looked at Soran, "I think there are eggs I can heat up, and I can always put some toast in the toaster." He was trying to remember what else without looking in the fridge

Soran giggled as he followed the boy into the kitchen. Seating himself gently, he propped his head up on his hands, "Maybe I should cook for you sometime, I'm not just a hacker you know," he said casually if only to see the other's reaction, "Mm, eggs sound amazing right now though. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. What with a God out to possess me and all," he frowned at that but didn't say anything more. Those memories were much better left buried deep down.

Tristan smiled as he got plates out, but then the smile slowly faded away. "I would like that," he said trying not to let his mood into his voice. He is going to hate me after this Tristan couldn't help but to think. He made breakfast without another comment. He was trying to think of the words to say but nothing came to mind. He smiled as he put the plate in front of Soran, "Anything to drink." He glanced over at the coffee pot, it probably had a cup or two left in it. "Coffee, orange juice,"

"Mm, coffee, please," he hummed lightly. He eyed the plate and picked up the fork to begin eating. He was somewhat aware that Tristan was thinking of something. What it was, though, he wasn't sure. It almost felt the same as when he'd first met the red haired boy the day before. He was cold and aloof before warming up to Soran a bit. He was giving off that same feel again, "Are you alright? You're not worried about something are you?" he asked tentatively. He frowned even more as he realized what it might be. Putting his fork down, he found that he wasn't quite so hungry anymore, "I'm sorry. Maybe I should go. I've intruded long enough I'm sure and you're house has already been sort of destroyed. Uh... which was my fault really..." he sighed, "Besides, I should really get home. My family isn't the most... forgiving."

"Its not that...you are always welcomed here," Tristan started but then shook his head, "My father said that it would be best for you to go home, but I don't agree, I want you to stay." He sighed again, "I just don't want you to hate me, or any of us for that matter."

The words were definitely a shock to Soran. He hadn't been expecting that. Not even the Linovahle family was this opened with their home. He tilted his head a bit, "Why would I hate you? You haven't done anything and you're father's right. I do need to go home," he got off the seat and went to where Tristan was standing, "I want to stay too, but he's right. My parents are quick to conclusions and harder to get along with than a stray cat, I mean seriously. Who the hell immediately thinks that another family is plotting against them just because stocks went out of their predictions. Okay maybe that's a terrible anology, but it's sort of like that with my parents," he moved closer, "Hey I'll come back."

"You know when I said you weren't what I expected when I first met you." Tristan started and turned to face Soran, "Its because you are so different from others in your family. It was one of the first things I liked about you." He smiled because he decided that he was going to be in a sour mood for that moment, "I don't want to send you back to them." Ok maybe that was a bit overmuch but he couldn't help but say it. "I wish I could change everyone's mind but I know I can't. So I will keep you to that promise, that you will come back."

Soran grinned at him though his own thoughts were much darker, I might end up having no choice but to come back... I know what's going to happen. I just hope it won't be too bad and keep me from returning, "Don't worry. There are very few things that can keep me from breaking a promise," he laughed slyly then, "But don't you sound possessive. And we just met," he teased with a wicked grin before returning to his place to finish eating the food that Tristan had generously prepared for him.

Tristan grinned back at him, if Soran only knew how little Tristan truly liked the world, maybe he wouldn't think he was possessive. "I apologize, but who wouldn't be possessive of someone like you." He was teasing the other, "I mean look at all the excitement you bring along with you, powerful gods and a strange guardian." He finally poured the coffee for Soran and sat down next to him with it. "I do believe life would never be boring with you in it."

Soran laughed, "And you're certainly strange if you think excitement comes in the form of a powerful god," he shook his head a bit as he accepted the coffee. Sipping it, he gave a slight hum, "This is good, thank you," he let out a breath, "It definitely won't be boring. I like to keep things interesting, for personal reasons you know. Oh! One last thing, before I go. Stay right there and no peeking either," Soran warned as he turned his back slightly. Opening his magic system he began working on it. It took him several minutes, at least twenty or so before he was finished. Dragging off the strangely complex spell he'd created, he glanced over his shoulder with a smile before turning around slowly.

"Here, a birthday present... Um. A little late, but all the same," he offered to Tristan a metallic looking flower, "It does stuff too. What exactly, though I'm not sure. First time trying this. Anyway, my stuff usually lasts a few days depending on the spell. I'll definitely be back before this fades away, okay?"


Tristan tried not to peek, but for twenty minutes, who couldn't help but try once. He blushed as he was handed the flower, it did feel different as if he could feel the magic running through it. "Thanks Soran," he said, "I really like it." He had to admit that was a lame thank you, but as he looked at it and to its creator. He decided to do what he really wanted, he threw his arms around the other in a gentle hug. He couldn't help it, he had wanted to hug Soran since last night, and knew if he didn't do it now, he probably wouldn't get a chance to do so later.

Shocked he froze in the embrace for a moment, "Tristan..." it didn't take long for him to relent though. He returned the warm hug, "I should really be thanking you," he muttered in the boys shoulder. Finally he pulled away, "Alright, I have to go. But I'll be back. Probably sooner than you think," he gave a wink and headed for the kitchen door.

"Like I said, I am holding you to your word." Tristan said as Soran walked to the door, he smiled but refused to say the word that he didn't want to say. The one that wasn't given when someone was leaving, "See you soon." was what he finally said when he realized he was going to have to say something.

The Night Before

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Her breathing was heavy; the air sucking in and out of her lungs burned from the insane amount of running that she'd done. Passing tree after tree, she knew she was lost, but that didn't matter at the moment. A hand on her back urged her forward, keeping her moving and never stopping even though her legs felt as if they were going to break if she took another step. The tears she'd been crying just moments before long since dried from the breakneck pace she'd been holding. Taking a single moment, she glanced over her shoulder to see the single glow of orange far in the distance behind her. That orange glow was in fact a fire, one that had long since engulfed her house along with everyone else in it. She felt another pang of anguish pulse through her chest, making it even harder to breathe the air she needed.

The hand of her Guardian reached around her front and pulled her to a jarring halt. With a soft gasp, she looked up to see why he'd stopped them even though her father had told them not to stop no matter what. Both breathing heavily, they were confronted by not one, but three figures moving in the darkness. The young man pushed her just behind him and swiped the air, opening his magic system. He worked it rather quickly and dragged off the spell just as one of the figures with glowing red eyes flicked their hand at them. The explosion rocked the very trees, or so it seemed, and threw him backwards, hard onto the ground. She screamed for him.

"It has been one hell of a night, hasn't it?" the one with red eyes said, his voice thick with sarcasm as he grinned. Stepping into the little moonlight that flooded the canopy of trees, she noted he had black hair and skin with those piercing red eyes. On either side of him were two other Gods. Taking a step back away from him, her heart lurched to her throat as he was suddenly right in front of her, his fingers cupping her chin. Each breath shook as she trembled under his hold. He grinned at her, tilting her head back and forth as if he was examining her pale face, deep black hair and violet eyes.

"You know me?"

Tears filled her eyes, a soft choke of the air as she tried to find her voice, trembling she muttered one word, "Oni."

Oni laughed, "My, what a well rounded Seer. But you know, little Seer, you're really not supposed to be able to see us or interact with us. You see, the amount of Seers is at it's limit right now, and you're... how should I put this. An oddity. Not that we're complaining of course. The more Seers we get to play with, the better."

Shaking her head she ground her teeth and tried to pull away. Oni's arm wrapped around her shoulder, dragging her towards him with a slight clucking of his tongue, "Dear dear, can't have you running away like you just did a moment ago. That's no good and frankly I'm quite tired of chasing you. One last question, my lovely little Seer before you're drunk off my power. Do you know what God I am?"

She trembled, "Yes."

Leaning down, he pulled her head up with a finger under her chin, "Come now, don't keep me waiting," he whispered, his red eyes glowing brightly, "I'm not very patient after all."

"Oni... God of... Gods."

He gave a sigh of relief as he leaned back slightly, "Good. Very good my dear. So now, I think it's about time to get reacquainted yes? You see, I have many enemies right now during this chaotic time of War and I need your help, lovely girl. You'll help me, right? Of course you will, you really don't have a choice. Now sit still, it'll all be over soon," he cooed to her. Glancing over his shoulder, he motioned for the other two Gods who were attending him, "Kill the boy," he growled then dipped down and embraced the girl.

Her screams covered that of her Guardian's as the other two Gods attacked him. Oni sunk into her, invading her small frame with his larger one. The power he held burned through her limbs, molding into her very skin and bones. It was several minutes before the forest was silenced again. Her small frame lay still on the ground with the two other Gods hovering over her, waiting. After what seemed like hours, her fingers twitched and her gaze opened up. Their once violet color was now a deep purple, almost red the way they were tinted. Her lips pulled into a small grin as she sat up smoothly and got to her feet. The two Gods bowed to her.

"Oni," they said in unison.

Her smile grew as she looked down at her hands and flexed the fingers. With a sigh, her voice was strange. There was a hollow echo of the God's deeper voice behind her feminine one, "Now then, lets see what she is capable of."

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Day 1 ~ After Leaving Tristan's Home

After locating Peter, Soran had told his Guardian where his home was. It was a good hour and a half drive from Tristan's place and located on the other side of the large city. To Soran it felt like that city was a giant ocean separating him from the peaceful home of the Belvedere's and caging him in the dark, terrifying home of the Reigailia's. As the car drove up to the house that was located on the edge of the street, Soran glowered at the large, pristine home. It was two stories tall, but looked to be three because of the attic. Leaving the car, he took a deep breath and went to the front door. Inside was dark, just as he knew it would be. It was always dark. It felt like ages since he'd stepped foot inside the hall, but in actuality he'd been there the day before, right before he'd gone to class that morning hoping for a normal life. Yeah, that soo did not happen. he thought sourly to himself.

A large man met the pair in the doorway. He resembled Soran, though the blonde hair was shorter and his blue eyes were colder to look into than into his sons. Leo Reigailia was frowning deeply, a deep fire of anger growing in his gaze. Soran bit his lip as he stood there. Slowly the man looked over to Peter. Glancing over to a doorway that led to a different part of the house, he motioned with his head for someone to step in. Another male moved into the hall. He was almost as intimidating as Soran's father, but with little to no emotion on his own face. Cold and abrasive... both of them, he thought to himself.

"Tray tells me that you disappeared yesterday after being possessed by a God at the college. He couldn't find you."

Soran swallowed dryly, but didn't answer, just stood there. His Father's gaze returned to him, harder than before. Soran flinched slightly, "A lot happened," he tried.

"That doesn't matter!" Leo snapped, his fist hitting the side of the wall, "Where did you go and why did you leave Tray?"

"I had a Guardian, it wasn't like anything bad was going to happen! Why does it matter that I left your Guardian behind?! And, he's not even your guardian, he's Mom's!"

His Father gave a low growl and Soran immediately backed off. Taking a step back he watched the taller man warily. After a moment, the immediate danger seemed to pass as his Father glanced back to Peter, "This is your Guardian?"

"Yes."

"Into the next room, Guardian, and stay there. Tray is going to teach you what it means to be a Guardian for a Reigailia," Soran's Father ordered.

Touching Peter's shoulder, he gave him a gentle push, "Go make yourself comfortable. Tray's pretty cool... he won't bite," Just please don't disobey anything my Father says... things will go so much better Soran thought to himself as he offered the other boy a smile. Once his protector left the room, he looked back at his Father.

"Who were you with until now?"

"No one," Soran lied knowing full well if he breathed a word about the Belvedere family all hell was going to break loose.

"Where did you go?" Leo growled, taking a menacing step towards the shorter boy.

"A friends house." Shit...

His Father turned his head slightly, "'A friends house'. So you decided to put a human in danger by going to their house instead of coming straight home like you should have?"

"N-no! Nothing happened! We were just fine, everything happened so fast that I just... I didn't know what to do right then!" he stumbled a bit, but kept going. He refused to say any names, even if it killed him.

"Then this?" His Fathers large hand grabbed his face and turned his head so that he could see the clean bandage over his eyebrow.

"Happened during the fight at the school," he said, his voice slightly slurred due to the way he was being held. Leo released him roughly and Soran took a deep breath.

"Should I find you've lied to me, boy, you're going to regret this. The other Families are not to be trusted, or interacted with, you understand? This isn't a playground. They're too soft and they'll make you soft. Now that you're a Seer you better start acting like one if you want to live longer than the next year or two," his Father turned on his heel and left the hall. Soran fell against the front door, panting slightly. Holy shit... he thought as he caught his breath. The adrenaline rush was almost too much to handle and his head was starting to hurt again. I hope you go and die in a hole, you bastard, Soran thought as he shoved off the door and made his way to the stairs. The solitude of his room was not to far away and he wished to be away from everything and safe in his haven. Unfortunately there was little he could do for Peter.

His Father's strict training regime was about to start for the other boy and Soran knew he wasn't going to see the Guardian for a while. Being obedient, quiet like a shadow and efficient was what his Father believed a Guardian should be. Someone who never asked questions, did as they were told on the spot and efficiently. Eliminate the threat immediately. Leo's motto. Soran shook his head as he made the landing and turned into the hall. His room was immediately to the right and he wasn't looking when he reached out for the handle of his door, muttering under his breath. As he opened the door, a strong hand wrapped around his shoulder and shoved him inside without warning.

He gasped, lost his balance and went stumbling across his room as the hand released him and slammed the door shut, "Where the hell have you been hu? What? Thought that now you're a Seer you could go and run off and do whatever the hell pleased you? Whose house did you end up at now, slut?"

Derrik... he turned to his brother's voice and glowered at the other, "None of your business now get the hell out!"

The curled fingers in a hard fist caught the side of his cheek, sending him flying to the floor, "Ah! Asshole!" Soran shouted and reached for the closest thing. One of the metal casings to a computer he'd been taking apart came into his hand and he hurled it at his brother. The other boy hissed as the metal cut across his arms. Dropping down over Soran, he gripped his clothes and hauled the Seer up to his feet.

"You little shit, Father's been on my ass because you left and didn't come back yesterday! Who the hell did you go see? Got another boyfriend you disgusting little pervert?'

"Let go," Soran growled, "I said it's none of your business," he hissed and launched a kick at the boys side. He was released as Derrik stumbled from him coughing slightly. A wave of dizziness struck him from the exertion of fighting with his brother. Panting slightly, he caught himself on the edge of his desk, glowering at the boy who was only a year older than him, "What? You're pissed off because you weren't chosen as a Seer last year? Well guess what, you're not missing much. Be happy it's not you."

Derrik laughed then, the sound freezing Soran's blood, "Oh. I see. So now you get to gloat about it. Not all it's chalked up to be hu? Well then, little brother let me make it easier for you since you don't like it." Derrik lunged at him and the both slammed into the desk before crashing to the floor. Soran gasped, the air in his lungs lost completely as his brothers knee collided with his stomach. With that, he lost all strength to fight back. Soran lost track of the time as he struggled with the older, stronger boy. It wasn't until he took a particularly hard hit to his head again that he just crumpled. The cold darkness was a welcoming feeling though. From the haze he heard Derrik shout something and then leave the room, slamming the door shut.

Day 2

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The woman moved to press a cloth to the blonde boy's face. Keeping the wounds clean had been dubbed her task and though she was elated to help the boy, she was also worried. Soran's Mother wiped at his sweat, cleaning his face as he groaned slightly. The original injury was probably the cause to his being unconscious since the fight with his brother. A frown pulled at her lips. The two boys had always fought, but this was the first time Soran had ended up like this.

"Tris...tan."

His Mother stopped. Frozen by a bit of fear, she quickly glanced over her shoulder to the closed door. Hopefully no one heard the name being said from Soran, "Tristan... Belvedere?" she muttered to herself. Her son muttered the name again and she bit her lip. Leaning forward she continued with cleaning his cuts and changing the bandages.

Day 3

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Opening his eyes he noted that there was someone there, but he couldn't quite focus just yet. A woman's voice gently called out to him and he turned his head slowly. Ugh... everything hurts...this sucks he thought.

"Soran. Soran?"

"Mom," he called out, recognizing the voice.

"Hey baby," she said, sounding relieved as her hand stroked his forehead.

"Momma, what time is it?"

"11:30."

"Morning?"

"No, baby. It's almost midnight."

His heart lurched, "Midnight? What day is it?" He came up but immediately regretted it as everything swirled and he felt like he was going to pass out again.

"Hey hey, easy. Lay down. Your brother did a number on you this time. I'm very worried... This... isn't good, Soran."

No really? he thought sarcastically but didn't say it to his mother who was the only one that was sweet to him, "What day is it, Momma?"

"The 23rd."

He gasped oh no... it's been that long? I've been asleep that long!? The flower... I promised him... tears edged into his eyes as he lay there. Grinding his teeth he clenched his fists on the sheets of his bed. His Mother's hand stroked his cheek gently, "What's wrong baby?"

"Nothing..." he muttered, "Just... I promised something to someone. It's broken now."

She frowned, "Go to sleep. I'll be here tomorrow. So long as you stay in here you'll be alright okay?"

"Yeah..." he said, but he knew that wasn't true. He drifted off to sleep after that.

Day 4

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As he woke up, he looked out the window. The sun wasn't rising and it was very bright outside. Looking over to his clock across the room he frowned as he read the time. 3pm... Fuck he thought, swearing to himself. Rolling to his side, he curled up in a small ball fighting the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The flower, by now was gone. Soran had promised to return before it faded away. Even so he'd known he was taking a risk. Still, he thought he might have gotten lucky, but it seemed that his brother had some sort of vendetta going on. He hadn't accounted for that to happen. Derrik was pissed. No, he was beyond that. The elder boy had always despised Soran, both because of his sexuality and because he had known that Soran was going to be the Seer.

Groaning he rolled onto his stomach and did his best not to cry. After a while he finally pushed himself up slowly. His mother wasn't in the room like she said she would be. He felt a slight bit of hurt by that fact but he knew it wasn't her fault. Leo most likely had her go somewhere else having already spent -in Leo's thoughts- enough time babying him. "Thirsty..." he groaned and stood. Making his way to the door, he opened it and took a quick look out into the hall. No one... good he thought and entered the hall. Seriously... who has to go sneaking around in their own house?!.

He went down the hall and turned for the stairs. A gasp filled his throat as he ran into the one person he really didn't want to Damn this house!. Glowering he back stepped as Derrik followed him up the rest of the stairs, "What's wrong little brother? You're an all mighty Seer now, shouldn't you be acting like one?"

"Shut it. Go away, I just want something to drink and then I'll be out of your sight."

"Out of sight but not out of mind, ass. You stole that from me, and now all I hear about is how I'm a failure and can't do a damned thing for myself. Father hates me now, I can't even work for him at the company because he says I'm a disgrace. All thanks to you!" Derrik back him up into the wall.

"Yeah? Well why don't you take it up with the old man and leave me alone. I didn't want this either, jerk."

"Oh no, you're the reason. This has nothing to do with Father."

"Yes it does! Don't go screwing this up in your fucked up head you dumbass!"

Soran ducked as the boy slammed his fist at him. The wall shuddered. Skittering out from under the taller boy, he reached for the first thing he could find. Grabbing the vase, he whirled around and slammed it across Derrik's face. Water and glass shattered. Below, he heard his mothers voice. Momma? What is she doing!? he thought frantically. She was never in the house, so what was she up to? He didn't have too much time to think on it as Derrik's voice howled in rage and pain. The older boy grabbed him and wrestled with him for control over the broken vase. It was a long struggle until finally Derrik managed to get the vase from Soran's fingers.

"You disgusting little slut! You could have killed me with that!"

I was sort of trying to... Soran thought as he narrowed his eyes. Soran gasped, moving backwards he avoided the first swipe that Derrik launched at him, but his back hit the wall next to the dresser where he'd gotten the vase. The next slash caught him, tearing open his shirt and slicing into his chest. Pieces of the vase shattered upon impact. Derrik pulled his arm back to shove the vase at him but his mother whom he had forgotten about, screamed something and wrapped her arms around Derrik's, to keep him from doing that.

"Stop! You'll kill him Derrik, stop!"

"Momma..." Soran gasped as he slid down the wall shaking.

Derrik struggled with her for a while before the commotion caught Tray's attention. The dutiful Guardian seemingly appeared right between Derrik and his charge. This swayed the brother into backing off. Of course you would only come when she's in trouble... asshole Soran thought dully. His body was on fire, but for some reason it didn't hurt at the same time. His mother turned and knelt down next to him, her hands moving to touch him, but not doing so at the same time.

"Oh baby... it's alright. It's alright, I called the Belvedere's home. I... I couldn't. I knew this was going to happen, I'm so sorry."

"Momma... why?"

"You said his name," she said as she hugged him to her chest, "I knew who it was when you said his name, Tristan. That's where you were before wasn't it."

Tears sprung up in his eyes, "Momma... you knew."

"Mother knows best, right?" she replied, but her voice cracked, "I'm such a terrible mother... why don't you hate me, baby?"

Soran smiled a bit, "Because. I can't."

"You..." she stopped and sighed "They're on their way, I told them to come quickly, I'm sure they heard the commotion just now too... I... didn't hang up the phone. Anyway, here. This is important also," she pressed a piece of paper into his palm, "There's been something going on the past few days. I'm sure the other two Families know it, but I knew your Father would keep it from you. You had better be extra careful out there, baby. This isn't natural," leaning forward she whispered in his ear, "There's another Seer, and they've been possessed by something very powerful. I don't know what it is yet, but the news is full of it. Small towns and other places are being destroyed. It's getting closer to home every day. Promise me you'll be careful?"

Soran nodded slowly, growing too tired to really pay attention to her or even answer, "Yeah..." he breathed as he rested against her. She hugged him close, holding him until the doorbell rang. How long that was though, he didn't know. He was too tired, it hurt too much to move so he just leaned into his mothers shoulder. Looking up she nodded to Tray.

"Open it."



Four Days Later

Kilia twisted a strand of hair around in her finger as she listened to her Mother go over the details of the magic system for what seemed the hundredth time. Admittedly she'd begun to drift off into her own little world as her Mother continued on. The woman soon caught on though as she started talking about the weather and then stock market and finally asking Kilia who Robin was exactly. To each part of the speech, though, Kilia only nodded, humming in agreement : 'Mhmm'. For a while her Mother sat there staring at her. Then she calmly reached over and flicked her daughters forehead. Reeling backwards she clutched the spot that stung.

"Ow! Mom!"

"Pay attention, Kilia."

"I was!" the young Seer pouted a bit as she rubbed the spot that was surely to be red for a little while.

"No you weren't. I asked you who Robin was and you only nodded. You were not paying attention," Yve glowered at her daughter as she crossed her arms.

Kilia frowned a bit as her face turned a slight color pink. Her immediate thought upon thinking of her Guardian was when he'd rushed into her room a few days ago completely shirtless. Her heart pounded, wow... she thought as she drifted into daydream again. Her mother must have caught it because Kilia's gaze slowly shifted off to stare over her right shoulder, slightly glazed. With a roll of her eyes and a heavy sigh, Yve reached over yet again and flicked her daughter a second time.

"Ow! Mom! Seriously! Stop that," she groaned and rubbed the spot again.

"Get your head where it belongs, daughter of mine," she snapped. Kilia only gave a soft, pitiful moan in response.

"Now then, back on track. The magic system-" Yve was interrupted at the sight of her Guardian entering the room. The tall, black suited man crossed the room quickly and dipped down to speak to her quietly. Kilia watched intently, wondering why the Guardian had left Robin to come talk to her mother. Did something happen? Is Robin okay? she thought frantically. They'd been together since that morning with her mother's Guardian going over specific details of what it meant to be a Guardian and how to react to certain situations as well as the feeling that a Guardian gets when their Seer is possessed. Which meant that Robin should be alright... right?

Yve's eyes widened as she listened to her Guardian. When he pulled away, the woman stood quickly. Her sharp gaze shot down to Kilia and held her there with a strange look. It sent chills down Kilia's spine, even more so when her mother spoke curtly, "Get ready. We're leaving, now."

"Mom... er... Mother! What happened?"

"Get ready, Kilia, don't make me ask twice! Tell Robin that we're leaving too."

"Where? Where are we going?"

To the Belvedere residence. They're going to want to hear this..." her mother muttered the last part as she left the room.

Kilia stood up, turning to watch her mother exit the kitchen and go down the hall to her room. Moving, she went to the living room where the Guardian and Robin had been talking, "Hey. We're leaving I guess... Um... You're ready, right?"

"Kilia! Now," Yve called as she left her room. In her hands were her car keys and wallet -her mother never carried a purse before as far as Kilia could remember-, motioning with her head, she moved to the door leading to the large garage, "Come on. We don't have time. I'll tell you in the car. Robin, follow me," Yve called as she exited the house.

Kilia nodded to her Guardian, half disappointed that she couldn't ride with him on his bike, the other half worried about what was going to be said in the car. Getting in the back seat while the Guardian took the front, Kilia buckled the seat belt and leaned forward, "What's going on, Mom?"

The car pulled out of the garage and down the driveway. Her mother didn't answer until they were on the street and driving rather quickly towards the highway. Kilia was slightly surprised, she'd never seen her mother drive so quickly before, "There's another Seer."

"Eh!?! What do you mean another Seer?"

"Exactly that," her mother glanced in the rear view mirror at her daughter, "There's another Seer and there shouldn't be one. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I didn't think it would become a problem. Whatever happened, her Guardian obviously isn't with her and there's no sign of her parent's Guardian which has me worried. She's been possessed by a God or Goddess and she's started wreaking havoc. It started a few days ago, two days ago actually. It must have taken them a while to adjust to the Seer's body. That's not the point though right now. The point is that they've started attacking people and killing them. A handful of small towns have been hit... destroyed really is a better word.

"Just now though, a report came that this Seer has moved to a small town just outside the city limits. It's getting closer and its best if we're all together. I honestly don't know what to do in this kind of situation. This is the first time something like this has ever happened. Nothing like this has been recorded in any of the Families histories as far as I'm concerned. I need to speak to Alauric," Yve ground her teeth, "Leo would just dismiss this so the Reigailia's are out of the question. I would much prefer that anyway, they would only make problems for us."

"Mom," Kilia frowned a bit. She didn't like it when her mother was negative like that, especially towards others that they really didn't know that well aside from rumors and past acquaintances.

"Your best not getting close to them, Kilia. I don't trust them at all," Yve sighed heavily, "Well be there in a few. An hour at most... that's if traffic is good to us..." the woman muttered and the car seemed to speed up faster.

Belvedere residence: The Next Day

Tristan sat on his bed, with his computer open, headphones on and his own magic system open. He decided, he really needed to have his defense spells ready at a moment’s notice. He had been at it all day for the most part. It had made him tired, but he was trying to keep his mind off of thinking of a blond seer. He had finally given himself a headache, and needed to stop. He pulled the headphones off, and closed his eyes for a second.
He sighed.

Well at least if I pull a wall out of the air again, it will actually do some good.

He stared at the computer screen, and looked away. He wasn’t going to be able to concentrate anymore. So he stared at the flower by his bed. His birthday present from Soran, he really wanted to give him something when he returned. But hadn’t a clue on what it should be. The flower had done a couple of things, just out of curiosity though this time Tristan put it bud side down.

It started spinning really fast and two finger length legs appeared at the bottom. The flower turned into a dancer, spinning gracefully with her hands over her head. She stopped spinning, and actually looked at Tristan. He quirked an eyebrow, she smiled and bowed low. She started spinning again and eventually the legs disappeared.. It was a beautiful trick. He turned around hoping he had locked the door, because he didn’t want to be made fun of by his sisters. His guardian…well he couldn’t really lock him out of his room. He would pop in if he had the mind to.

I’ve changed my mind about the whole teleporting thing…do you think you could talk to him about that. He is driving me crazy. Well I am already crazy, I am talking to a person whose aura is supposedly inside of me. K…,”

He stopped as he realized he was going to say her name. Rethyn would probably think him nuts if he found out. He shook his head and picked up the flower again. It was the closest thing he had that felt like Soran.

A knock sounded on the door, “Tristan, dad said its time for training.” Tristan put the flower down, well he actually hid it underneath his pillow and unlocked his door. He needed the physical distraction as it was. He ruffled Aria’s hair as he passed her in the doorway. She looked at him weird. “Will you please stop doing that, I rather you yell at me then be all cutesy…I mean nice.” Tristan smiled and said nothing to her as he walked upstairs.

Aria stood there, scrunched her nose and shrugged her shoulders. “Boys…I don’t understand.”

She skipped back to the kitchen passing by the study as the news bulletin played,

“Another mystery disappearance of a seer has alarmed several of the more notable families in the area.”

Grayson turned the radio off, “This isn’t just any regular kind of disappearance, or possession. Something is happening out there.” Alauric glanced at his guardian, “Its why I don’t think letting them go places is a good idea, especially Tristan. We still don’t know if the boy is his guardian, Tristan seems to believe it, as do you.” Grayson looked at Alauric, “As Tristan said it’s a gut feeling, and I recall you said the same thing to me.” Alauric looked at Grayson for a second and smiled, “and my feelings have been good so far.”

Grayson stood and stepped away from the desk, “We should go and watch the training upstairs.” Alauric nodded and stood as well, “Yeah teleporting would be a useful power at my age...” The guardian rolled his eyes, “We will get a powered wheelchair for your next birthday.” Alauric stopped and glared at Grayson, “Ok so it’s like that old man…” Grayson quirked an eyebrow, but turned and left the comment where it was.
Day 2


So it was official…Alauric had everyone on lockdown so to speak. The house had been prepared for any attacks from the outside. The bunker had been prepped for an extended stay if need be. Tristan had been on his computer all day, he had been writing a program as well as hacking a few places to see if he could find out more about the incidents outside. No one was talking about it was very strange.

He stretched and looked out to the patio. At least his sisters were trying to make the best of this situation. As they had set up the crochet game and were playing by their own rules. He heard whining outside, “But you said…” yes definitely Aria’s voice. He heard soft footsteps behind him and noticed the only sister not outside. “Leila,” he said, she shook her head and walked to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and a bowl of fruit. She turned gave him a smile, but put the fruit and water down for a second. Her hand motions went rapid, and Tristan laughed.

“I dare you to go outside and tell them that.” She signed again, “Really, that bad,” she nodded.

He sighed and looked at her, “I am sure it will pass, lock down sucks for all of us.” She signed again, and he couldn’t help but smile. “I am sure Weird eyes is hiding in his room or something.” Her last couple of signs made Tristan cringe just a little, “I am not telling you that, even you have a way of letting things slip, and I don’t need the whole household in on it.” She shrugged her shoulders and picked up her things again. Yet she stopped and she gave him a hug, a big smile on her face. He smiled back, but as she left it faded, he should be back…tomorrow.

Day 3

Tristan was antsy, everyone could tell, so everyone pretty much left him alone. He actually yelled at his father during their training session. Alauric had let it go, because he knew something was bothering him. His sisters stayed as far away as they could, not even making eye contact if they could help it. He thought about picking up the phone all day, like if he just heard Soran’s voice, he could get through the day. He had been making excuses all day, trying to come up with good ones, so he wouldn’t freak himself out with the bad ones. However he again had a gut feeling…something bad had happened.

He had tried everything to keep his mind off of the situation. He even made an entirely new game out of thin air. Since he had created the black hole that sucked up Yakosa, it really leading to nowhere, wasn’t the best prison for a god. Of course the god if he was smart enough, and really thought about it, could escape. So he decided to make sure it was as confusing as heck for any god that got sucked down there. Four thousand levels of idiotic fun, well he was going to stop at 1000, but Soran hadn’t shown up, another thousand, and still nothing, the third thousand were some seriously messed up things. The last thousand though put the third to shame. He had to stop…not only because he was driving himself crazy, but the levels had started becoming redundant. He looked at the clock…damn it was midnight already.

A light caught his attention, a glowing from underneath his pillow. He picked the pillow up and looked at the gift Soran had given him. It was beginning to fade, but Tristan couldn’t speak as he watched it, it faded gently until it was gone. Tristan hugged his pillow, not making a sound. It was like he was numb as he laid back down on to the bed.

Day 4

Alauric was worried about his son, he hadn’t come out of his room all day. Not to eat, or do anything else. He knew it had to do with Soran, but what he had no idea. He sighed, maybe I shouldn’t have let the boy go. However he knew Leo, if he had found out that Soran had been here, Alauric was pretty sure he would have heard something. He had been in his newly repaired study looking for answers to the strange happenings that had been occurring. He was old school, books always worked best for him.

Reigailia Residence/Belvedere residence phone conversation

Closing the door to Soran's room, his mother left him there since he was finally sleeping peacefully. Once more he'd tossed and turned through the night, moaning the boy's name in his delirium. She couldn't help the pang of guilt that was coursing through her at seeing her own flesh and blood in such a state. Perhaps if she were a stronger woman nothing like this would have happened. However, she could do one last thing for her son. He wasn't safe in this house and he wouldn't be for as long as he lived there. The boy's father was a tyrant who drove Derrik into a fitless rage that he took out on Soran often. However, it was now more potent than ever since it was a confirmed fact that Soran was now a Seer.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she descended the stairs and went to the phone on the desk just under the staircase near the front door. Picking it up, she listened to the dial tone for quite some time before punching in the number that she knew by heart. It buzzed for a moment then it rang.

The phone ringing though caught him off guard and he lost his concentration.

"Belvedere residence, Alauric Belvedere speaking."

"Alauric..." River's voice wavered as she whispered the name. She paused a moment, fighting off the anguish as she thought of what she had to say, "Alauric... You have to take him," her voice broke.

It sounded like a door closed on the other end, "River, is that you, what is going on." He paused, "Take him...You mean Soran." He waited on her answer

River's fingers tightened around the receiver of the phone, she couldn't stop shaking, nodding her head she remembered to speak, "Yes. He can't stay here, Alauric. It's too dangerous. His brother... he already hurt him when he came home. I can't handle this. Please, you have to help him. I know this is asking a lot and I know that Leo isn't the greatest man to contend with, but please. Don't let my baby stay here any longer. I'm afraid... afraid something else is going to happen," her voice gasped as a loud sound was heard over her head. Backing up a bit she tried to see what was going on upstairs. Her breath hitched as she caught sight of Derrik, "Oh, God. Alauric, hurry please! You have to come get him, take him now!"

She didn't wait for an answer as a louder sound filled the air. Something had shattered over head, "Soran!" she ran, dropping the phone so that it hung by the cord, dangling over the desk.

"River..River...just hold on we will come as fast as possible." Alauric's voice had grown angry, but controlled.

All of a sudden there was only the sound of the dial tone on the phone.

(Side note-Leila is mute, not deaf, she can read lips extremely well)

Four grueling days. For days of training rigorously with the previous generation's guardian of the previous Seer. Tray was a pretty decent person to train under. But earlier in their meeting the first day he had pangs in his gut and tried to leave the door. He was told otherwise by Tray who had just appeared. However, he heard later that Derrik assaulted his Brother. And called him various things that were borderline cruel and biased. He voiced his anger and concern during one session of his training and nearly scorched his own hands.

Fate however, was kind. For one time during day two of training he bumped into Derrik in the hall and purposefully stepped on his foot. "You listen, and you listen good laddie, cause I'm only gonna voice this little warning once and but only once." Peter stated, "The next time ya get the bright idea of punching and kicking your brother into next week, I don't care if it's against any rules or regulations, but I will make you sorry Sonny Boy. Very sorry. And furthermore, if I'm finished with you and your still squirming, I shall do the ultimate fate I can think of. I shall dump a bucket of blood on you and throw you onto the road at nightfall, and then return the next morning to see if the Dullahan claimed you."

Then he removed his foot, leaving a scorched imprint of his sole on Derrik's shoe. "But, if the Dullahan doesn't get you, then I'm sure the tantalizing scent of fresh blood and slightly burned flesh will attract the wolves." He said with a chuckle. The warning he gave was almost close to a death threat as he could imagine. The Dullahan, a fierce headless horseman who behaves like a grim reaper, who wanders the countryside at night taking the souls of those who die tonight. Legends say if you watch the Dullahan ride, he throws a bucket of blood upon you, as a sign that you are fated to die the next night.

Whether or not Peter would follow through on that last such a promise is uncertain, as he returned to his training. Sure he possibly received some form of discipline, but this place screamed uptight to him. He hated uptight and civilized. The following days of training were extra hard though. Perhaps Leo caught wind of the death threat and ordered his training to double or something.

Finally on the fourth day, Tray was overseeing how much of his teachings soaked into Peter. Answer, most of the physical training and strategic maneuverability of spells. How to react to orders given by a seer, more specifically, how Leo would order them, not so much. Which, in Soran's case, would probably be for the best.

Peter was doing push ups when he suddenly heard a commotion. Tray motioned for him to stay and finish his set, and made another motion to follow when he finished. Then he vanished from sight.

"How does he do that?!" Peter said as he hurries to finish his reps, starting to get those pangs in his gut again."87, 88, 89, 90!" He jumped up to stand as he ran out of the room and towards the stairs. "Tray what's going on?! Is Soran alright?!?" He then looks upon Mrs. Reigailia hovering protective over Soran's beat up body, with fresh marks on his body. He turned to glower at who Tray was in front of.

"Didn't I tell you Lad?" Peter O'Cyrus stated. "Didn't I tell you if you ever harmed your brother, I'll make you sorry, very sorry didn't I?" If Derrik had an answer for him he'd hear Peter punching his fist into his open palms.

"Yer butt is MINE now pretty boy." he said very fiercely.





Jonathan was sitting on the couch, four days after the attack from Veia. Meditating on the training he was given For the past couple of days. Calmly reflecting and thinking on the new battle strategy he would implement with Kilia as far as getting her to safety. Her mother's Guardian pointed out how to strengthen his bullets that are used to remove a god should one succeed to possess her. He also learned how to strengthen his weapons through reformation of his spells. His weapons were made slightly stronger to fight more powerful deities.

Damian was watching him meditate out of boredom, reflecting on his own life lead throughout his life. Especially the times he had, riding his Grey Horse Drakan, with Samuel and Darion. The two twin knights who eventually took different paths. He recalled an adventure mostly exaggerated by Legend. That adventure was one that changed his life forever, he fell in love with a warrioress. The thing that set his heart ablaze was her eyes. From that moment on, she was his entire world. Together they made the Grey bloodline a reality.

"Hey, Sweetrobin." Damian said. "You ever plan on getting married and continuing the bloodline?"

Jonathan was taking a drink and he almost choked on his drink. "You're getting off base there." Damian laughed and he was about to say more. "Not another word on the subject Damian. At all." That was when Kilia appeared and told him they were heading out. "You gonna ride with me, or?" That question was answered when Mrs. Linovahle past them with car keys and told Kilia to hurry.

"Darn it!!" Damian shouted, "There goes a perfect opportunity for flirtation!" Damian was then rubbing his head from the punch to the head. Shaking his head the Grey Knight runs to follow Jonathan as he mounted onto his Bike and drove off to follow the car the others took. Whatever was going on, Jonathan wanted to figure out and soon. If Kilia was in danger, he needed to know what he was up against.

As they raced across town, Alauric filled Grayson in on the situation. He didn’t know what they would be stepping into at other house. So he wanted his seer to be prepared. They stopped in front of the house, and Alauric almost ran to the door, his knocking would have been heard throughout the house.

The loud sound of someone hitting the door pounded through the air, jerking Soran from his near slumber as he slouched against the wall only being held up by his mother. Looking up to Tray she nodded to him, "Open it," she ordered him. He moved without a thought and went to the door. Drawing the door opened, he allowed entrance to Alauric and his Guardian.

He pushed past Tray as he answered it. “River,” he called out, yeah he was mad, mad at himself, mad at Leo. Grayson put his hand on Alauric shoulder and motioned toward the stairs. Alauric didn’t question, he just went up the stairs.

Turning, River caught sight of Alauric as he came up the stairs. Leaving her son momentarily, she met the other man as he hit the landing, "Alauric..."

"River! What the hell is going on here?!"

Her eyes grew wide as she looked down over the balcony to the man who had shouted at her. For a moment she froze, unable to say anything.

Peter turned his head and then turned back to Derrik, "Look at that," he said menacingly and in a dark, Gaelic accented manner. "I'll make these blows count Sonny Boy. This is for Soran!" Peter rushed at him and delivered a swift kick to Derrik's groin, followed by a punch to his face. If those things sent him to the ground he'd summon one of his fire spears. "I did warn you Laddie. Now, let's prepare you for the Dullahan."

Alauric did stop when he heard Leo's voice, but his Guardian didn't. Grayson went toward Peter, he could figure out his intent with how red his aura went. "Peter, please don't." Grayson put his hand on the others shoulder, just in case. "He isn't worth it." Grayson's voice was calm despite everything.

[color]=red]"Why should I be kind to scum like him? Like the Man who shot my father?"[/color] Was Peter's only reply, his grip on his spear tightened. "The fire that killed the latter inspired me. So why shouldnt he be punished?!" At that he pointed his spear towards Derrik.

"Tray," Leo's voice growled up the stairs and the Guardian did as he was ordered. Moving again, he was between Peter and Derrik who was curled up on the floor, groaning slightly. The tall Guardian didn't say anything, only watched carefully as Grayson was pulling Peter under control again. But, if anyone knew better, they would know this particular Guardian, much like his fellows, was very quick.

Coming up the stairs with a slow, thudding pace that seemed to match River's hard heart beats, was Leo.

"I'll ask again, what the hell is this?"

"Leo, I called him. I told him to-"

"You called him? You called the Belvedere family? For what?! I thought I made it very clear that this household has nothing to do with anyone else!"

"Stow it You old windbag! I'm pissed at you as well, for letting your elder have free reign of the house after the first time!" Peter said, very much angered.

"Silence him, or I will," Leo snapped and turned his attention to Alauric, "You better have a damned good reason for being here. Or leave now."

Alauric stood there silent, "I am taking him," he gestured toward Soran. He didn't have any other reason for being there.

Leo's gaze moved over to the younger son that was slouching against the wall, his shirt seemingly shredded and a good amount of blood staining the strips of cloth that were left. He frowned, "I assume she is the reason for your being here? Such a soft woman. Too soft," he growled narrowing his gaze at River who frowned up at him and took a step forward.


"Soran's not staying here."

"You don't get to decide that. So, the boy took a bit of a beating from his brother. It happens all the time, deal with it woman. Or he'll just die anyway within this first year. He's too soft, you expect him to survive with that attitude?"

Peter listened to the conversation long enough for the spear to disappear. He then opened his magic system again and was drawing out a spell that summoned a seemingly ordinary bucket. "You're too hard." Peter simply said before silencing himself. "Still squirming Derrik, good. Cause my final promise shall be fulfilled." If one looked inside the bucket, it was a strange red substance. But it wasn't blood, Peter made sure of that. He was angry but he wasn't going to be accused of being a psychopath. "The Dullahan marks his next victims with a bucket of blood upon the intended. As you have angered me, you have been judged." He then threw its contents at Derrik before dismissing the bucket. "Oh wait... If it's not blood then I'm just merely bluffing." He turned to Grayson and whispered. "It's Tomato Juice." Grayson watched Tray just in case there was a reaction from him, while shaking his head at the guardian.

Alauric had narrowed his gaze at Leo, as he heard his words. "Oh he will survive, just not in this house. He has more fighting spirit than you give him credit for Leo and I've made the decision, I am taking him with me."

Leo turned towards the other man, he crossed his arms over his chest, "He stays, Alauric. This isn't your house, he isn't your son. You have your Seer, you don't need another one. Don't take me for a fool, old man."

"Leo!" River's voice screeched, slamming her foot to the floor she shoved her hands at him, pushing him just enough to get his attention though he hardly bugded even as it seemed she'd put as much force into it as possible, "He's taking Soran! I'm his mother, I made the decision and I won't allow you to keep him here any longer! You've never loved the boy, you don't treat him as your son, why keep him if all you're going to do is this!" she turned and motioned towards Soran. She shook visibly, "He leaves, or so help me god I'll put an end to this right now," she said and her hand swiped open her magic system.

Alauric had to smirk, he couldn't help himself. "I am taking my orders from her, not you." He moved to pick up the boy against the wall, his eyes ever on Leo. He didn't trust the man, so he was being careful.

Leo glowered, but he didn't move. It had been a long time since River had ever touched her magic system. She was a powerful woman, especially the days when she was a Seer. He couldn't contend against that, and the way she was right then, he didn't dare take the chance. Grinding his teeth he locked his gaze on Alauric, "Fine. But don't think you can keep him forever," the large man turned and stormed down the stairs.

River held the magic system open a while longer before releasing it and heaving a huge sigh. She shook slightly, "Gods..." leaning forward she braced herself against the railing. Glancing over to her other son, she frowned, "Well... that'll stain I suppose..." she sighed and shook her head, "Thank you, Alauric. Please, take good care of him."

He had picked up Soran and was walking back toward the stairs, "What about you, will you be ok," he asked. He knew that Soran might ask this question and he wanted to feel like he was giving him an honest answer.

River nodded, a small smile on her lips, "I'll be fine. I have been for years. Besides, I have Tray... though he's a little quiet. I think... maybe I should start acting like a mother, don't you? We'll see each other again soon."

Alauric returned her smile, "You know my door is always open." He turned and looked at Grayson, before making his way down. Grayson understood that command, "Peter, its time to go."

"Right behind ya." Was the only reply Peter gave, sounding more like his old self again and followed. "By the way Derrik, you just got elaborately humiliated by Peter O'Cyrus. And a Bucket of Tomato Juice." he hurried after Grayson whilst laughing merrily. He would get to his car and follow the Belvedere vehicle.

Alauric led Yve to the study, thankful that it at least wasn't in total ruin after the attack the other night. After she entered, he would close the door, "Its about the other seer," he said as he sat on the couch instead of going to his desk. He was tired and rather be a comfortable then serious. His books were though stranding in various places as he had left them there from earlier.

Yve followed behind him. As he closed the door behind them, he mentioned the Seer that was on her mind. With a slight nod of her head, she crossed her arms as she leaned against the back of one of the chairs, "Yes. Somethings not right, Alauric. That Seer shouldn't even be here. Whats worse is that they've seemingly been possessed by something and its coming towards us. The destruction this Seer has wrought makes me fearful. Either that is a very vengeful God possessing her, or its a very powerful God. The longer that possession lingers on, the harder its going to be to remove the God without killing the Seer."

Alauric listened to her, acknowledging her words. "I fear the very same thing," he said in agreement. "I haven't really been able to find any explanations for any of these occurrences. So you have plan, I take it," he asked curious of her ideas on the matter.

Yve gave him a small grin, her index finger tapping her arm gently as she looked up at him, "You wont like what I have in mind. Honestly, there's only one thing we can do, though. Im going after this Seer. If we let them rampage as they have any longer, we'll all be in trouble."

Alauric narrowed his eyes slightly, "You think we ought to let the kids fight," it was the worse thing he could think of, "without having been trained, without knowing their full potential." Alauric shook his head, "And now at the worst possible moment, when two are injured."

Little did the current people discussing the subject realize was that the Grey Knight was listening on their conversation and was actually on Alauric's side. Jonathan needed a Challenge for Pete's sake!!! But the other thing on his mind was this. "Sit and Spin!" The Ghost shouted as he swiveled in the desk chair.

"You miss understand, Alauric," she said, shaking her head, "I don't want them anywhere near this problem. I'm going after it. Myself and my Guardian. I wish to stop this Seer before they reach our vicinity. If its a vengeful or powerful God -or forbid it- both, they'll want to get rid of any obsticals. That includes our newest Seers, or worse yet, turn them into puppets on strings."
Alauric blinked and for a minute didn't say anything it was like he was processing her words slowly. "And you want my help," he said finally. He understood what she said, but then again he was thinking about who would protect the newest seers if the worst happened.

Damian was still "swiveling" in the chair listening to the Conversation. "If only these guys can hear me..This is a perfect opportunity For my Jonathan!"

Yve looked down, a small smile on her lips, "No. The best help you can give me is to look after them. I know we havent always seen eye to eye Alauric, but I trust you, I always have. Far more than someone else we both know. In anycase. Your home is safest for them. Your Guardian is strong as are you. I cant think of a better place. I leave after we are done here. Would you do me a favor? For old times sake?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

Alauric really wanted to say that he couldn't let her do this by herself, but he knew there was no arguing with the woman. "Anything," he responded

"Don't tell her. Not right away, anyway. Besides, if all goes as planned, Ill be back in a few days or so," with a sigh she pushed off the chair and stood, "If not... well. She likes peaches, and she stays up late at night. Shes terrible at her magic system, maybe you can do something about that. Her healing is good though, but it takes several hours to reset, so be sure she doesn't push it. Oh and shes clumsy, she always has been," Yve rambled a bit. She stopped and looked up at the ceiling for a long while, "Take care of her, would you?"

Alauric stood as Yve said those words, his own heart breaking a little. He went and stood next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "I will take care of her, like she was one of my own, you take care of yourself."

A soft laugh fell from her as she took a deep breath. Nonchalantly, she reached up and brushed the edges of her eyes before looking up to him, "You should know by now. Ill be just fine," she walked to the door of the study, "See you." she said and slipped out quietly.

Damian had a look of Sadness about him, he slowly slunk away from the office glumly, wanting to not bring up mental images of his life. He wanted to tell Jonathan, but he had a feeling if he did, Jonathan would make the same mistakes he did. So he just plopped onto a couch in the lounge.

Alauric sighed as she left the room, and pondered both of the woman he had dealings with that day and couldn't help but think about how lucky that there were seers like those two out there. Grayson entered, "Alauric," but the seer shook his head. He wasn't in the mood even to talk to the guardian. Grayson nodded and left the room.

"One thing's for sure," he mumbled to himself, "Its going to get really crazy in this house."

Following Day

Kilia had fallen alseep, on her stomach, almost literally in the middle of the floor of the living room. She had been so tired after working on cleaning up the blonde boys injuries that when she left his room, she didnt even think to find a bed to sleep in. Actually, shed started up on the couch, but at some point had completely rolled off onto the floor and without a break in her deep slumber either. Had anyone been near her, they would hear the slight, bunny like snore that came from her as she lay sprawled on the floor.

Peter had almost literally cried himself to sleep. He was there sleeping with his back to the wall, his face smack on top of his knees, feet sticking out like sore thumbs. He couldn't help his sorry position. But if anything was gonna wake him up. It'll be purely accidental if anyone did the deed by stepping on his feet.

Jonathan, was in his meditating position and is doing his morning rituals. "The Star in the Sky has seven points of light. Verily we seek the virtues in each point for the better of mind, heart and soul. All were born in light, yet choose to go on either path. May many favor roads travel by few in this new day." sighing he stood up and wondered to himself about breakfast.

Routines in the house were going to have to be rearranged, however Grayson was up before dawn, despite having a few hours sleep. He had to make a mental list of things that needed to be accomplished. He was pondering the food situation as well, like would they have enough. It would probably be the first task he had to do. However today's breakfast was going to be simple
Alauric was also up in his study, trying to get some business done. He wanted certain things in order, for any unlikely reason.

Of all the sisters only Julianna was awake so far, she had gotten up do some exercises in one of the practices rooms. She wanted to check on her brother and the other person having seen Kilia sprawled on the living room floor though made her giggle. She looked in on her brother first, Leila was still there, having gotten in the bed with her brother at some point and was snuggled up against him. It was a good sign, because that meant he felt better, she closed the door and was on her way to the other door when she suddenly tripped and fell.

"What the hell," she said as she turned and saw Peter there.

Peter groaned and wiped his tear stained eyes whilst smacking his lips before opening his eyes. "What happened, who hit me..." He muttered slightly half asleep from whoever tripped over him. He looked around for whoever tripped over him so he could give an apology before seeing a flash of red hair. "Oh, Top o' The mornin." He said groggily.

"Top o' the mornin," she repeated like she couldn't believe he said that, "Who the hell sleeps in the middle of the hallway with their legs out so people can trip over them."

Peter looked at the girl confused. "Hallway...?" He rubbed his eyes and realized and he checked his eyes and gasps. "Don't look at me! I wasn't crying, or skulking like a pitiful Gingerbread Man who got his legs bit off!"

She gave him a 'what the hell look' "I don't care what you were doing...and I wasn't hated that version of the Gingerbread Man...um, just why were you doing it here is the question."

"My Seer is in past the door I'm next to. I did a number on the Lad who did it to him...punched him in his family and then his nose. Then I scared the idiot by dumping a bucket of tomato Juice on him and told him it was blood...hehehe and that the Dullahan was comin for him." Peter said with a half chuckle. "I could've done more to the fiend..."

Julianna just sat there pondering the other her first thought being that this house didn't need anymore weirdos. "You didn't actually answer my question," she said, "well I guess maybe you sort of did." She sighed, "Can you just sleep in bed like a normal person the next time. And I am glad someone got to take a little revenge on the person who did that to him."

Peter eyed the young woman oddly. "Right. Yeah, next time I won't be crying myself to sleep..." Peter muttered to himself. "But now that I'm fully awake I want to take a few punches of leftover aggression out on a trainin dummy...they're easy to help bash aggression out."

"True," she agreed, "that they are." She finally stood and made sure she didn't hurt herself in the fall, rug burns were the worst. "Upstairs, all the equipments already there." she said as she stood there for a second longer.

Peter smiled as he got up and stretched his legs and dusted the seat of his pants and walked towards the stairs to go up and to the training room. "Thanks Lass."

She shook her head slightly and continued to the others seers room. Her only intention was to peek in the door and go downstairs to help with breakfast.

Rethyn froze. There she was in the middle of the hallway. Taking in a worried breath he started again to walk down the hallway. He was just hoping she wasn't going to say anything as he would pass by. Reaching up to his head, Rethyn ajusted his hood a little by pulling it more up. It made him feel a little better.

"Better than what I expected." Rethyn thought to himself with relief. He was under the expression she'd knock him through a wall.

Jonathan walked down to the living room to check on Kilia. She had been sleeping in here after helping the other seer and he wanted to ensure she was alright. He looked at the way she slept and silently chuckled to himself. "Cute, very cute." He said to himself. He then walked over to her and knelt next to her and poked her on the shoulder. "Hey, sleepy head. Time for breakfast."

Her dream was about glorious rolling hills, a plate full of peaches and a motobike. Why the motobike was there she wasnt sure, but she had to touch it. That had been her goal for what seemed like hours. She ran to the shiny black vehicle, but never could reach it. Then, just as she was about to touch it, something hit her shoulder and she fell over. Highly disappointed, she got up and tried again. Outside of her dream, though, she muttered something incoherently and shifted ever so slightly.

Jonathan smiled and leaned to her ear and whispered. "Hey, Pinky, come on, it's morning." He said it very soft and sweet, to see if that caught her attention.

With a start, Kilia snapped awake. The only problem was, she sat straight up. The top of her head collided with something and she squeaked very loudly as her hands came up and clenched the top of her head, "Oow! Ow!" she moaned. Rocking back and forth she looked up at him, "Robin!!"

"Owch!!" He said whilst laughing and rubbing his head. "Well that woke ya up, I would've done something else otherwise." He chuckled as he said that.

"D-d-dont call me Pinky!!" She said, her face turning a brilliant pink color, which only defeated her claim, "T-thats forbidden! Off limits! No more! No... wait...." she paused, having finally registered the rest of what he said. Her face turned even more pink, or rather a nice shade of scarlet as her eyes widened, "S-something else?" her voice squeaked again. She couldn't contain it, with a sharp cry she quickly stood up and threw a pillow at him, "Robin!!" was all she could think to yell. As only one such as her self could possibly manage, Kilia suddenly switched gears with a gasp, "Oh my god! The other Seer!" She moaned to herself and clenched her hair tightly, "How could I have forgotten! Robin! Why didnt you wake me up!" she yelled as she ran about the living room before finally locating the Kitchen area. Grabbing a bowl and more cloths she began filling the bowl to go back to the boys room.

"Well I would've told ya we gotta do that if ya didn't throw a pillow at me..." He muttered as he got up and threw the pillow at the laughing Damian And quickly followed her.

"Typical lad got unaware of what he truly meant!" the Grey Knight said with a laugh in his heart.

All the noise in the house finally woke up Tristan, "That is all I need...one more girl." A tug on his arm told him he wasn't alone. Leila was signing so fast it got to be a little to much..."Hold on, slow down, I still feel like I got hit by a ton of bricks." She smiled, and began again, "Yeah I remember that part, Kilia healed me." Yet after hearing Tristan's nickname, she signed Pinky instead, well at least she could get away with it. Her next signs stopped his heart for a second. He didn't respond to her, but slipped from his bed, wincing slightly. He needed to see if it was true. Leila watched him go, yawning slightly and curled back into his bed, falling asleep again soon after.

He opened his door and looked out to see if anyone was in the hallway, pretty sure he would be scolded by someone for being up. He walked slowly to the guest room, but for a second was to nervous to even open the door.

"Tristan!" Kilia called as she came up behind him, "What are you doing? You shouldnt be up, you should be resting," she said though she wasnt truly scolding him like she normally would because she was far too worried about the blonde on the otherside of the door. Slipped up next to him, she reached out and opened the door so she could get inside. If it was one thing, being small like herself, she could easily move around other people. Without looking behind her, she went straight to the bed where the blonde was laying. The night before, shed been so tired that she hadnt cleaned up anything she had used. The bowl of red water still sat, the bowl with glass shards in it was right next to that and bloody bandages were in a pile. Kneeling down next to him, she removed the old cloth from his head and put a knew one. Standing up, she swiped open her magic system to perform the same spell she had used on Tristan to see all of his injuries.

Jonathan was rushing up the stairs to follow Kilia and make sure she was alright and ready to pull off another healing spell. He then headed directly through the open door with the boy Kilia healed earlier. "What are you doing up??" He asked as he was about to speed into the doorway.

Tristan didn't really want to answer either one of them, "I'm up just deal with it," now his attention was on the blond seer in the bed. He moved aside so Jonathan could enter.

Jonathan stops himself when he gets into the bedroom as he then went for the bowl of glass shards. "I wanna know what exactly this Glass was before it got onto the poor fella." He said to Kilia as he watched her prepare to use the Magic System.
Kilia shook her head a bit, "Doesnt matter to me, Robin. As long as there isnt anymore. I dont understand how he ended up like this to begin with," she muttered as she worked on the spell, "It wasnt a possession... was it?"

"According to What I heard from his Guardian, his own Brother attacked him." Jonathan replied as he examined a shard. "Huh, it was definitely a perfectly good crafted vase..." He then mumbled to himself about who would smash a perfectly good Vase.

Tristan looked like he was in shock hearing the other two talk. His own brother attacked him. He couldn't stand it anymore, as he finally walked into the room and sat in a chair that wasn't being used. He remained silent waiting on the two to leave

Rethyn had seemed to give his seer some space as the masked boy begun to almost patrol the house. Occasionally he'd come back just to find Tristan then run off again as quickly as he had showed up. He felt himself to be of more use this way anyways. Nobody would want to talk to him anyway.

Kilia finally finished the spell and dragged it off the pad. The blonde Seers entire frame glowed yellow. The majority of his body that was brighter than the rest was his chest where the obvious wounds were. There were bruises all along his ribs and face too though. With a sigh of relief, Kilia noted that nothing was broken, "Good," she said to herself and started on her next spell. Starting with the bruises, it took her about five minutes to create the spell and she dropped it over him. His body glowed green as his bruises began to heal. Kilia didn't wait for it to finish before starting the next spell though. The deep gashes were going to need a larger spell. Shaking her head she sighed, "Those are going to scar probably... I wish I could do more for that though. They're too deep," she dragged her fingers across the tablet, drawing out the spell. The green glow from her last cast slowly faded.

It took her a while, but she finally finished the spell and let it go over him. The wounds closed up slowly, leaving only small, jagged scars and a bit of red that stained his skin. With a sigh, Kilia leaned over for a moment. Reaching out, she brushed her her hand over his forehead after removing the cloth. The blonde stirred slightly at her touch. She smiled at him as he cracked open his eyes a bit, "Hey. Out of the woods now. Take it easy, no moving around, unlike someone," she said with a frown as she looked over to Tristan.

Tristan glanced up slightly but otherwise didn't say anything. He was trying not to show her any emotion that would make her worry anymore then she already did.

"Alright, come on Robin," she said, tugging at his arm, "Breakfast is calling and these two are hungry Im sure. Stay here, no one leave, Ill bring you food when its done," she ordered as she left the room with Robin in tow.

"Yes Kilia-whoa!" Jonathan felt himself being almost dragged down the stairs with her. He almost chuckled at her. "Alright let go you before you accidentally bruise my arm." he spoke with playful sarcasm at her.

"Flirt with her Sweet robin.....do it." Damian said as he spotted the two pass him, only to recieve a kick from Jonathan as he passed. "Ow!!! You stupid little ungrateful descendant! I want you to replace me but I also want you to continue the bloodline....."
Jonathan rolled his eyes as he let Kilia drag him the rest of the way.

Soran sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. Who was that girl? Though her pink hair was oddly familiar. Opening his eyes again, he looked down at his frame to see that shed healed him, the bruises were gone and so were the deep, nasty cuts that had crossed his chest in an ugly, horrid fashion. After a moment, he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. Glancing towards the figure he gave a slight gasp as his gaze widened a bit. His mind stopped working for a moment. When it did, the first thing that came to his thoughts was tha he was shirtless.... his face turned scarlet... "T-Tristan..."

Tristan looked up at the sound of his name, but didn't move from his spot. "This is all my fault," he said, "I shouldn't have let you go." Tristan wasn't really thinking coherantly at the moment, he basically knew that what he said probably wasn't true, but there was no telling him otherwise as he was still trying to process the whole thing

"Tristan..." Soran moved, propping himself up and completely forgetting that he was technically half naked, "Its not you fault! Dont... dont say that, ever," he said, his voice sounded far harder than he meant it to be. Still, he meant every word he said. The fact that Tristan was even so much as thinking that it was his fault was making him upset.

Tristan actually glared at the other for a second before moving his eyes down to the cuts on his chest. His look got scarier, as if he was contemplating murder of whoever did that to Soran. "How...why..." he said not really wanting to hear but knowing that if anyone should tell him it should be Soran himself.

The look that came across their short distance between each other sent shivers down his spine. Soran's face grew pale as he watched the other boy. The glare moved from his eyes, to his chest where the cuts were clearly visible, the scars. He felt his body grow colder just by the look, and that look grew darker. Soran's chest was tight as he heard the two simple words that called for an explanation. The blonde Seer shook slightly as his gaze fell from Tristan's face to the floor. For a long while he stared at the carpet. His teeth ground together then and his eyes closed tightly. Fear, shock and guilt washed through him. Shock because of the event actually happening, fear because of what he thought Tristan might due for either answer he gave, and guilt because he had known what he had been going back to that day.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "It's... nothing," he said shakily, he looked back up to Tristan, a burn on the edge of his eyes, "It's nothing, I'm fine."

Tristan sighed, "I don't believe you, but I will leave it alone for right now." He had watched all the emotions run across Soran's face. He felt guilty for pushing, especially so soon after it happened. He was still angry deep down inside but would just have to deal with it until the right time.

It was like a trip wire, the words spoken. Before he could even register, Soran was crying. Doesn't believe me... course he doesn't! What kind of lie was that!? he scolded himself, but at the same time felt relief that the other boy wasnt going to push him for an answer. His head dropped forward as his fingers curled in the blankets, "Thank you," he muttered softly through his teary hiccups.

The chair creaked almost as soon as Soran started crying, as Tristan stood, wincing as he did. He slowly made his way to over to the bed, and sat. "Why are you..." he stopped as he was about to ask another stupid question. He couldn't think of anything else to do other then putting his arm around the other. He wanted to comfort as much as he could.

Soran tried to contain himself, but it wasn't working very well, especially when Tristan sat next to him and put his arm over him. He laughed though he was still crying, "Why am I crying?" he finished for the other boy, "Because.... you.... You're supposed to yell at me, to make me say it...." he turned, burying his head into Tristan's chest as he tried to remember to breath as well as talk through the tears, "But... your not. I.... I dont get you.... Why aren't you yelling at me? I knew what was gonna happen! Damnit..." he cursed and wrapped his arms around Tristan.

Tristan sort of laugh with Soran, "Yell at you, why would I yell at you. I am not mad at you Soran, I am mad at them, yelling at you would serve no purpose. I am not like that, I don't yell. well I do, but only for good reason. When I heard that you came back, I felt like everything was right again."

With a hiccup, Soran moved so he could look up at him, "This... isn't a good reason?" he asked, sincerely curious, "I..." he smiled a bit, a laugh bubbling up, "I'm not sure if I want to know what would make you yell if you won't right now." He would have continued, but Tristan's next words hit him hard, like a heavy weight straight to his chest. "I... it was hard, being there. This feels... much better," he answered, once again burying his face but not because he was crying, but because he could feel his face heating up again. He puffed out his cheek a bit damn him for saying that....

Tristan chuckled again, and no matter how much it hurt, "Look at me Soran," he said.

"N-no!" he stuttered... Tristan was determined to make this worse wasn't he! Soran shifted, trying to hide.

"But I want to see your face when you blush, you are so cute." Tristan was trying to get the other just to look at him.

Soran made a strange sound, something between a squeak of fear and a wordless complaint, "Tristan!" he dragged out the name, much like a child would when complaining about something, "W-why..." he moaned then turned his head the other way. After a moment he chanced a quick look up, but that didn't help his condition either. Finally, he closed his eyes and looked up at him, "There! Happy?"

"Perfect," he leaned slightly in a place his lips on the other's. It wasn't a faboulous first kiss, but it would do.

Sorans gaze flew open in shock. If it were at all possible he probably would have exploded from the amount of blushing he was doing. As it was, the kiss seemed to suck the rest of his energy and he slumped forward after pulling away slightly, "You.... devious... little...." he struggled to put a coherent sentence together even though his own thoughts were jumbled all in a ball and he found he couldnt concentrate at all anymore.

Tristan grinned at the response of the other, "If I knew you would react like that, I would have done it sooner." He was teasing of course.

"You!" Soran was having a seriously hard time keeping composed around this boy. He knows.... he does this on purpose! he thought to himself, flustered. Looking up at Tristan, his face still burning red, he attempted to glare at the red haired boy, "You really enjoy this dont you? Well fine, its war now. I will win. Im going to surprise you and make you blush just like this. Thats a promise!" he countered. Falling against Tristan he heaved a sigh, "But... right now.... Im really tired. Its your fault too. For k-kissing me. So.... as punishment, stay here, as my pillow. Got it?" he said without looking up.

"That's my punishment," Tristan was really trying to be serious but was failing. "Hmm, you know that is only going to motivate me. If you are going to punish me like that," he said. "But its one that I will gladly accept." He moved slighty as he said, "Now as your pillow, where would you like me." He was trying not to grin.

He squeaked again, "S-stop that.... you.... your doing it again! And... and that voice... stop using that.... that...." sexy voice damn him! he stumbled unable to say it, "You...." he muttered as Tristan moved slightly. Where...?! Oh... he had to say it like that! "Where?" his voice sounded too high, "Anywhere! Just lay down so I can lay on you, Tristan!" he finally managed, though that probably didnt help his situation.

If Soran knew that his words were definiately making it worse for him, Tristan would probably never get him to stop blushing. So he let it go, and laid down on the bed. He didn't care how he felt, or if Soran hurt him, just to have him near was the best pain medicine in the world

Soran settled against him, his head on Tristans chest. It was almost immediate how comfortable he was. With a soft sigh he shifted around one last time before falling completely still. His eyes grew heavy as he lay there, right before he slept he muttered, "Thank you," once more and was fast asleep.

Tristan sighed and watched the other before he succumbed to the weariness he was feeling. He was very happy at that moment and hoped to remain so for some time in the future.

It was late evening and one of the bigger training rooms had been set up for this running of this experiment. Everyone that was present was given specific instructions to stay behind the aura barrier that had been set up at one end. It was another precaution, even though there had been a long list of other things that could be done first. Alauric stood in the middle of the room, Tristan sat in one corner and Grayson in the other. “Does anyone need to go to the bathroom first,” Alauric stated, being a father and trying to get rid of some of the tension in the room.

Kilia giggled, despite her nerves being all over the place. She was curious as to what they were going to do, though they'd been given an idea already. Still, she was nervous. Did she really want to watch? Was it even going to work? Unsure about so many things, she curled her fingers together tightly as she eyed the three of them. Her skin tingled as goosebumps ran all along her small frame. They hadn't even started the massive spell yet and she was already washed over by the thought of how much power it was going to take.

Next to her was the blonde Seer whose name she learned was Soran. He was eagerly watching as well. The boy had been extremely interested in the overall make up of the spell they were about to perform. Perhaps he enjoyed that sort of stuff, the complexity and everything. She couldn't even fathom. Just thinking about making something like this was giving her a headache. Soran laughed at what Alauric said. It seemed to help the tensions in the room for sure.

"It's alright, Alauric, I think we're good to go," he said, still smiling sweetly.

Rethyn glanced around. Standing against the wall he placed his hands into his pockets as he seemed deep in thought. Occasionally he'd glance back over to his seer before looking forward again. Feeling a slight itch under his mask, Rethyn slid a finger under to scratch it. Hopefully this night he'd get a chance to wash it.

Alauric turned to his son and guardian and nodded for them to begin.

The lights went off in the room and the only visible light was coming in through the window. Tristan was nervous, but since it was dark and no one see, he had his eyes on Soran for a second before opening up his magic system and selecting the spell. What appeared before the others looked like a physical map of the area. "Grayson," Tristan voice had a question in it. Grayson was sitting there silently concentrating, his spell had already been cast. Suddenly lights started to appear on the map, and Alauric stepped forward to see it. "The northern quadrant, I think something massive is up there." Tristan nodded and wasn't working his spell again. Everyone would feel like they went on a physical zoom in on the area. Suddenly it looked like Alauric was standing in the middle of a what use to be a house. "Zoom out," he ordered. Tristan nodded concentrating on the spell. It zoomed out to a bigger picture of complete and utter destruction, "Dear god," Alauric said underneath his breath.


Rethyn's eyes widened as the sheer destruction brought shock to the young man. Removing his hands from his pockets, Rethyn folded his arms over his chest as the image before him had very much so caught his attention. Forgetting about all of the others in the room, Rethyn said slowly through his mask. "Which god would perform such horrors upon that area?"

Soran took a sharp breath as the area they were seemingly a part of became not just the ruined house, but an entire area, town even if he could go so far as to say. It was destroyed.... utterly destroyed. His heart skipped a beat as he stared at the rubble that littered the entire place. It was smokey as well, off to the left and right there seemed to be fires still burning. His face paled, "This... this is recent," he said, his voice too sharp and too fearful for his own ears.

Kilia sat next to them all with her mouth opened in awe. Horror washed through her, making it so that she was unable to speak. She couldn't speak, couldnt find the words to express what she was thinking. All of her questions from the past few days of where her Mother was.... she was terrified if this was the answer. She hoped it wasn't. Kilia wasn't sure what she would do if... she swallowed dryly and forced those thoughts from her mind. With a slight cough, she seemed to clear her lungs and throat, "W-where.... where is this? Alauric?" Her voice shook slightly.

Absorbed in the image Rethyn seemed to have no problem replying to Soran's statement as he said in return. "You're right. Look at all of the smoke, that means the fires are still quite alive in the area." Glancing over to the blond Seer he gave him a nod of agreement before quietly looking back to the image.

Kilia sat next to them all with her mouth opened in awe. Horror washed through her, making it so that she was unable to speak. She couldnt speak, couldn't find the words to express what she was thinking. All of her questions from the past few days of where her Mother was.... she was terrified if this was the answer. She hoped it wasn't. Kilia wasn't sure what she would do if... she swallowed dryly and forced those thoughts from her mind. With a slight cough, she seemed to clear her lungs and throat, "W-where.... where is this? Alauric?" Her voice shook slightly.

Alauric glanced at Kilia, "Its near the city, but still a little ways away." He answered no use in hiding facts anymore. "This isn't the first place either," he said. "Grayson anyone in the vicinity."

Grayson hadn't opened his eyes, "They are coming, I can feel three...one is the possessed." He stopped trying to concentrate, "There is another in the area as well." Alauric slightly paled as he turned away from the group at the wall.

Gritting his teeth under his mask he didn't hold back as he asked Alauric. “Can you give me some of the names of these locations? I can scout ahead or something! There has to be survivors? Right?!” Rethyn even though he asked didn't want to know the answer to his own question.

Alauric turned to the guardian, "No," was his answer, leaving it at that. "We are not to interfere yet."

Rethyn felt anger and frustration as Alauric spoke. It took quite a bit of strength to hold back interrupting the man. "There are people out there dying!"

Alauric looked down, "I know that lad, but our last line of defense may be in this very room. All of you must remain safe, that is my responsibility. I made promises I intend to keep."

Kilia clenched her fingers in her lap, "Alauric..." she would have continued, questions bubbling up to the surface that died down immediately. Her eyes widened as the three that Grayson had said were there moved into their immediate sight. If she hadnt felt the wall behind her, or Soran or Robin next to her she would have thought she was right there with them. Even so, her heart pounded hard in her chest as she gazed upon them. Two were obviously Gods, their strange eye color made them stand out so much. The Gods stood on either side of a smaller woman with black hair and pale features. She looked so small, like Kilia was. Her eyes were cold, though, dark and terrifying to look into. A violet color that edged onto red. There was a glow, though, in those eyes that spoke volumes.

This God wasn't just any God or Goddess. This one... this one was different. Kilia choked on the air around her. The three stopped suddenly. The God on the left moved so quickly Kilia almost didn't see it. Dust and rock exploded outwards, making Kilia jump. Not only her, but Soran also. The air crackled, the after effects of a spell that was far too familiar to Kilia. The blue and white light faded out, followed by a brilliant flash of golden light. The pillar of fire roared to life and then faded out just as quickly as it came. The God that had moved stood right before the girl, unscathed and grinning at someone. Kilia turned just enough, slowly but not wanting to really see.

Dirty, dishevel, old stains of blood and tattered clothes draped the frame of Yve Linohvale. Kilia moved, her voice gasping into her chest, "Mother!"

Soran shot his arm out, keeping her against the wall that theyd been ordered to stay against. She ground her teeth.

"Let me go! I can help!" Rethyn roared. "You all can hold this line of defense without me! I'm not much use here! Please! Alauric!"

"What about Tristan! You would leave him? You idiot! You cant!" Soran countered, angry that the Guardian would even suggest going alone, "You'll get killed if you leave! Don't you see? That's a God right there!"

"Ya that daft lad?! You'll get your sorry arse killed on the spot!!" Peter shouted.

"SILENCE," Alauric shouted as loud as he could, "I will, so help me, throw you all out of this room and lock you in if you don't stop. You don't seem to understand...these gods are going to kill us all and everyone else in this city. We can't go jumping in without a plan, and you can't abandoned each other that is the most important.

Alauric lastly looked at Kilia, "She told me not to tell you...and I ask you to forgive me for that."

Jonathan wasn't reacting as he watched the scene. But one thing crossed his mind as he glared at the Ghost who was watching with him. Damian wasn't nervous like he usually is when it comes to entities, it was a look of I knew this would happen. Jonathan felt a small angered flame grow in his head. Jonathan wanted to hit him, and confront him... But he didn't want to miss a thing, but they both knew what would happen next. So it didn't matter if Jonathan stayed, but he'd have to get Kilia when he knew it was over and be there for her.

"You just don't get it." Rethyn spoke looking down. "You're going to have to lock me up if you can old man! I'm not going to allow those people to die. Tristan can handle himself just fine. He has all of you! Those people have nobody done there! And I'm so tired of hearing I am going to die! You don't think I know that?! I don't fear death!" Rethyn resisted the urge to rip his mask from his face to show them. He wanted to show them so they'd understand, but he feared they couldn't.

"Then is it life you fear Rethyn?" Was all Jonathan stated, almost trying hard to sound emotionless as he could. He couldn't believe the tension in the room. As soon as he knew what they were witnessing is over, he was gonna have a chat.

Kilia and Group


"Tristan can you allow us to hear what is happening," Alauric suddenly asked, ignoring everything else. Tristan was trying not to get distracted nodded, "Yes," another spell was pulled from his magic system, and all of sudden everything could be heard but faintly. "Volume," Alauric said, suddenly everything went full blast for a second. "Fuck," a curse was heard in the corner, "sorry." The volume was adjusted again to a perfect level.

Fires crackled nearby. Kilia was too stunned by the outbursts and then the words that Alauric had told her. Her mother had left and he knew. He had known and though she'd asked many times, he didn’t tell her the truth. He didn’t tell her exactly what had happened that night they came to the house and the following morning her mother was gone. Her heart felt as if it were going to break into a million pieces. The sound, when Alauric asked for it, exploded through the room, making her wince and cover her ears for a moment. Next to her, Soran gave a soft sound as he too moved to cover his ears. It didn’t last long though as it lowered to a better level. Kilia lifted her head as the words that they couldn’t hear from the God were now clear as day.

"... Long time. You really are persistent, aren’t you," the voice was slightly hollow, something between a young girls and then a backdrop of what was clearly male.

Kilia's heart froze as she looked up to the scene. It was like a horrid accident happening before her. It was so terrible, yet she couldn’t look away, even if she wanted to.

"Took long enough to catch up to you again. You move quickly."

The woman grinned, a sharp laugh cutting through the echo of the fires, "I guess not fast enough, since you are still here. How did you manage, from last time?"

"Who do you think you’re up against, Oni?"

Oni put her hand on her hip, tilting her head to the side, "What? An ex-Seer? You terrify me."

Yve opened her magic system again just as her Guardian moved before her. If one watched closely enough, they would see that the pair moved in sync with one another, knowing exactly what the other was going to do before they did it. The man in black had already created his own weapon, a long spear with the tip of it shimmering brightly. Yve stayed where she was, her fingers moving quickly across her pad. The first god that had moved met the Guardian head on. The spear collided with a wash of pure power, an energy that gave a very loud boom as soon as the weapon hit it. The Guardian struggled. Yve released her spell. The golden fire was laced now with the electrical charge that had been seen earlier.

It curled from the palm of her hand in a tiny tornado like spiral before expanding into a giant torrent aimed right for Oni. The second God moved, taking the blast for the other. An inhuman scream filled the air. The fires direction suddenly shot upwards, straight into the sky and missed Yves target completely. Standing before Oni, the God was slumped over, his skin charred and blistered. He stumbled backwards before hitting Oni who didn’t move to assist the other God at all. After another second or so, the God simply faded into nothing but ash. Yve ground her teeth and prepared another spell. Her Guardian was still occupied with the other God and as she shifted to do something else, he tried to follow her movements. Backing off, he fell a few steps towards her, but the other God followed him rapidly. Slashing outwards with the spear, he tried to keep the distance, but was failing. Yve noticed this and turned to try something else.

Oni had moved.

One second she was standing several yards away from Yve and in the blink of an eye she was right next to Yve. As Yve turned, she startled and backed away. Oni snatched her throat in one hand while the other rested at her side. Yves fingers worked across her magic system though she wasn’t looking at it.

Back against the wall, in the secluded room of the Belvedere house, Kilia’s heart lurched to her throat as she gave a sharp cry.

Oni tilted her head off to the side, "You should have died the other day. I guess I underestimated you. An ex-Seer. Amazing how much power there is. I suppose I should be a bit more careful, shouldn’t I?"

Yves lips pulled up in a small grin despite the crushing hold over her throat, "Oh yes... You’ve no idea..."

"Mm, I think I do now," a silver light swirled around the fingers of Oni's free hand. It curled for a long while before finally taking shape. The God pulled Yve closer and a flash of pain crossed over the Seers face. When Oni released her, Yve stumbled backwards. The silver knife in the Gods fingers was covered in red liquid. Yve dropped to her knees as the wound began to bleed. As she sat there, her body looked to become a different color. Instead of her pale, beautiful features, the skin was turning silver. Yve was struggling, struggling to breath and to move. Not too far behind her, the black clad Guardian abandoned the God he was fighting to reach her.

"It was fun, playing around with you. But I think there is somewhere I need to go now," Oni cooed as she lifted up the weapon and examined it.

Yve coughed. She opened and closed her mouth, but nothing came out. Her skin was completely silver now and Oni knelt down before her, "Bye bye," she said gleefully and touched Yve's forehead.

She shattered.

Kilia screamed, lurching forward she freed herself from Soran and ran forgetting entirely that this was nothing but a built system to see the event and that she wasn’t actually there. Her voice continued to scream, tears streaming fully as she tried to get to her mother.

"Turn it off." Jonathan stated as he turned to look at Peter. "Can you take her to her room...I'll be there in a minute." Peter nodded and tried to grab Kilia.

"Grayson, help please?" Peter asked in an almost sad tone.

Alauric who had a look of both terror and sorrow on his face agreed with the guardian, "Turn it off," he repeated, and everything went black. The lights came up. Alauric stood there looking at the spot where Yve had been, silent tears in his eyes.

Jonathan walked and, not caring if anyone saw, grabbed Damian by the throat and started to drag him out of the room and shut the door behind him, intending to go to the other training room. He was angry, but he didn't want anyone to see him fighting something only he could see.

With clenched hands, Rethyn glared at Alauric as he knew it wasn't the man's fault but he was angry. He wanted to blame the man so badly, if he had just let him go he could of gone in a teleported that victim from the fight somehow. The coldest feeling of uselessness ate at the young man as he could only merely glare at the horrors.

Alauric felt the young man glared at him, "See to your seer," he said to him, "he needs rest." Alauric himself sat down next to Grayson, who looked really exhausted. In fact they both did. Tristan had just sort of slumped in his corner.

Peter only sighed, keeping his hold on Kilia as he tried to pull her out of the room and off towards her room. "Lass I know how you feel and I'm as mad as you are, but trust me, it's too late....it's..." Peter almost started crying as he kept trying to pull her to her room.

Kilia screamed again, even as the lights came on and the entire spell collapsed. She felt hands around her, trying to stop her, but she fought back, violently. The boys voice wasn’t one that she was accustomed to and so she twisted around and lashed out at him, "Let me go!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, but sharp and very loud, "Let go!" she repeated and continued fighting.

Soran, who had been knocked over completely by Kilia’s sudden lunge forward, rolled to his stomach. He watched her with wide eyes. He felt sick, his heart thrumming in his chest as he listened to her scream over and over. She was slashing at Peter, her fingernails probably cutting him, and if not getting dangerously close. Soran stood up, his gaze shifting over to the others. Grayson looked utterly worn out and Tristan didn’t even seem to be conscious anymore, which made Soran suck in a sharp breath of fear.

Before he went to Tristan, though, he needed to save his Guardian from being shredded, "Kilia," he called, his voice shaking and just barely audible over her crying screams. Moving over to her, he attempted to help Peter get her to calm down, "Stop, don’t force her yet," he said gently. Grabbing her hands, he at least stopped Kilia from continually scratching at Peter. "Kilia!" he said, harder this time.

She opened her eyes to look at him. Her screaming stopped for a moment, "Mom..." she dropped, crying and rocking slightly.

Soran bit at his lip, his face reflecting his own pain as she slipped from his hands, "Be gentle with her," was all he said to Peter as he slowly stepped away. She wasn’t going to listen to anyone.

Peter tenderly lifted her up and walked at a good pace to get her to her room, then that idiot of her guardian can take care of things from there. Those nails were sharp!!!

With a flash Rethyn popped over to Tristan. Reaching an arm around him he put himself under one of Tristan’s arms as he lifted him up. They weren't going to let him go and there was nothing he could do now. With regret eating at him he could only watch over his Seer. In his current condition Rethyn couldn't leave his side anyways. With a sigh through his mask he held his Seer and waited.

In another training room, Jonathan dragged Damian and threw him at a shelf of weapons as the ghost crashed into them. "You knew all along and you didn't bother to leave me a notification on that?!?" Jonathan shouted angrily as he punched Damian square in the face. "I should’ve stopped her! Urged her to reconsider!!!"

"Would you, or would you make the same mistakes I made and endangered your life and doom my afterlife!?" Damian shouted. "I need you alive to take my place as Knight!! If you don't I'll end up in a bad place!"

"I don't care!" Jonathan shouted as he summoned his swords and attacked Damian, who drew his own as both started growling the same type of growl that Jonathan used with Veia. The two proceeded to fight and slash at each other for the duration of time Jonathan had his swords. If one could actually see Damian, then this fight would look like a more intricate dance than anything else. Each move seemed calculated and well thought out.

Eventually Jonathan swept his leg to knock Damian off his feet and pointed his sword at the ghosts. Gleaming emerald eyes met Sincere, tired, yet Fiery Silver. "Done raging now Robin? She has no one left to care for her. It's up to you to do that. It's no longer about protection anymore and you know it."

Jonathan gripped his blade angrily. If Damian was solid right now he'd chop his head off again. "I'm just her guardian.."

[b]"Bull."[/b] Damian said. "You care for her, maybe even love her. Love her enough to even cast aside your name and take up hers even in holy matrimony bells ringing...wait...scratch that last part."

"You do realize I have brothers right?" If it mattered that much to the ghost he would rest a bit easier after his older brother had children. But he and Damian knew that if Jonathan himself didn't take his place as Knight, Damian is literally hell bound. Dismissing his blade he turned his back on Damian. "Don't think the discussion is over. Next time you hear someone I know make a decision, come tell me immediately." With that, Jonathan left the room and headed off to Kilia's.

Peter had managed to get Kilia in her room and shut the door with a slight tired sigh as he went off to a training room himself to try and let out the aggression building up from old wounds opening up. He passed by Jonathan who only nodded at him. Jonathan knocked on the door before opening it and walking in was the last thing Peter saw before going on his way.

He watched Peter escort Kilia’s crying form from the room. He was fighting his own tears as he stood there. Turning away as soon as her cries couldn't be heard anymore, he settled his gaze on Tristan who was being held up by his Guardian, Rethyn. He moved quickly and went to help hold the other boy, "Tristan...?" he called softly. He glanced over to Rethyn briefly. He wanted to say something, but he didn't, figuring it was for the best. At least right then. Soran was still reeling from the event. Even though it hadn't been his own mother, he was still feeling pain course through his chest. He didn't know what to do and in all honesty he just wanted to curl up with Tristan and cry. Shaking himself mentally, he grit his teeth, "Come on, we should take him to his room. He'll need to sleep," Soran said slowly.

Rethyn absently nodded to Soran. He knew where he had to give up and take responsibility for the current moment. He genuinely felt horrid about what had happened to Kilia, but he couldn't show his emotions right now as he held his face blank. It had already taken a lot out of him to talk like that in front of the group. His tolerance was at a low right now as he knew he wouldn't be able to speak in front of the group for a while. "Yeah, you are right. Let's get him back." With that Rethyn begun to guide Tristan along to his room with the help of Soran.

The exit of all the other seers and guardians only left the two adults in the room, "Old man, the next time I listen to you and my son, remind me of this moment." Grayson was chuckling which he felt horrible in doing, but still couldn't think of another reaction. "Alauric...you know better than anyone that we all have to learn to deal with things like this. I just wished you let me know about Yve, that isn't a burden you should have carried on your own."

Alauric sighed, "I know, I am going to have to try to get them to understand. I hate how all this just dumped into their laps." He really hadn't a clue, but at least now he knew what they were up against. The days ahead were going to be the most challenging, yet Alauric hadn't lost all hope.

Grayson mumbled something, "What I can't hear you."

Grayson, "I said, let’s just sit here, I think this as good a place as any to get some sleep." Alauric nodded in agreement.

The Following Day

Kilia had done nothing but cry the night before. She hadn't been aware of Peters presence at all, nor when hed left her alone to go rest himself. She couldn't concentrate on anything. The image of her mother shattering into a thousand silver pieces replayed in her mind over and over. Each time brought more anguish and rage. Kilia had cried so much that she was sure to make herself sick, but she couldn't stop. It wasn't until morning came that she moved from the bed. Sniffling, red eyed and puffy, she clenched her teeth tightly. Slowly, the sorrow was giving way to anger, more anger than she had ever felt before. She recalled the words from Alauric as he had turned to her and told her that he had known her mother had left. Yet, he hadnt said a word to Kilia about it.

Shoving off of the bed, she reached for the door and yanked it open. Her anger was being directed to the first person to come to mind. She knew, at the back of her conscious that it wasn't right, that it wasn't really his fault, but she couldnt help it. Kilia stormed down the hall in search of Alauric.

Alauric sat outside on the patio, trying to clear his mind of what he saw last night. It was safe to say he didn't really get any sleep at all. He pretty much wanted to see the sun rise, just to see another day. On the table was a bowl of peaches, he didn't know why he had them, but he thought about what Yve said about her daughter. It broke his heart the night before, and she had every right to be mad at him, but now what was he suppose to say.

She stormed passed the glass of the sliding door that lead to the patio at first, not even seeing him except from the corner of her eye. When it did register to her though, she had to turn around completely and rush back to the door. Wrenching it opened, she stormed onto the patio, "You!" She screeched, "Why!?" she didn't really know what she wanted to say, too angry to think properly. What she did do, though, was probably not the best first idea or rather, reaction to the situation. Going to stand in front of him, she reached out and slapped him.

He heard the door open behind him, but didn't turn at first to see who it was. He cringed as he heard Kilia screech. He however didn't say anything. He heard her footsteps and looked up only to feel her hand hit him in his face. He knew she was angry, but still had to wonder if he really deserved that. "I hope that made you feel better," he said quietly. His eyes still looking at her.
Her heart skipped a beat and at the back of her mind she yelled at herself, but pushed it aside. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, her gaze widened a bit before her knees gave out and she dropped down before him. She yelled, wordlessly and landed her curled fingers on his chest, though the strength behind it was long gone, "I hate you! Why did you let her go! Why!? You idiot!" she hiccuped, "Why?"

He let her yell and grab his shirt with her fingers, "Kilia," he started, "Do you really think I wanted to let her go. She had her mind made up long before she even got to this house."

Kilia was crying again, hard. She knew. Of course she knew. It was true, her mother had always been so stubborn. There was nothing that Alauric could have done. Still Kilia blamed him, even though she shouldn't. Slowly her head fell down to his stomach and she clung to him, not out of anger but because there was nothing else to hold onto.

He wrapped his arms tentatively around her. "You know you were the last thing she talked about before leaving. She talked about how you were clumsy, and that you had good healing skills. And how you like to stay up all night, and how you like peaches..." he stopped trying not to get himself worked up. His own tears weren't to far off, but he was trying to stay strong in that moment.
Kilia hiccuped again, her crying making it hard to breathe properly, moving slightly she lifted her head up just a bit but didn't move to get off of him, "S-she did?" she felt her face blush slightly, though it was probably hard to see as she was already red from her sobs, "Alauric..." her gaze opened and she noted the bowl on the table, "Peaches..." she muttered. Turning to look up at him, she watched him for a moment, "You brought.... peaches?" Burying her face again she moved to be more comfortable. "I... do like peaches.... I'm sorry, Alauric," she said, trying not to cry anymore. She was tired, and worn out and her head hurt way too much for any more crying.

He couldn't help but think how she sounded so innocent in that moment. He smiled slightly when she apologized, "KIlia, I am the one who should be saying sorry." He knew why he was sorry, but how could he explain it to her. He was sorry she watched her own mother die like she did, he was sorry that he allowed it. He was sorry that he had let Yve walk out that door without even fighting for her to stay. Yve was so stubborn, but Alauric had an idea she knew...she knew that there was a big chance of her not returning. He sighed, "Kilia, all I am asking from you is that you let me take care of you, like one of my own children. It was what she wanted, it is what she made me promise."

Her fingers tightened around him. Her breath was shaking as she gasped just a bit and then she shook as she struggled a moment with herself. She couldn't form any words, too guilt stricken and upset to say anything. Instead, she nodded to him as she cried all over again. Kilia's crying slowly stopped as she knelt there, but it wasn't for quite some time. Finally she was reduced to nothing but soft hiccups, but she didn't want to move either.

He sat there silently with her for the longest time, just ok with being able to comfort her. He looked at the bowl on the table for a second, and something funny came to his mind, "Um, I forgot to say, just don't let Tristan around those peaches, he is allergic, gets all red and puffy...looks like a peach himself after his reaction is done."

Kilia looked up again at the bowl of peaches as Alauric was speaking. Her eyes were droopy and she was utterly sleepy. However, as he told her about Tristan, and the image slowly sunk in, her lips pulled into a small smile. Staring at the plump, round peaches, she suddenly imagined one of them atop Tristan's frame and she curled in on Alauric as she laughed. Her giggling turned into a huge fit of laughter as she couldn't quite get the image from her mind. An evil plan was forming at the back of her mind as well. Something she would do to him later once she was feeling a little better. "I.... might just.... do it to him.... just to see!" she said between giggles.

Alauric couldn't help but to laugh with her, even at his own son's expense. He shook his head at her last sentence, "Just as long as you heal him afterwards."

Kilia nodded a bit, "Promise," she said. Finally she pulled away from him and slowly stood up. Bracing herself against the table she gave a slight groan, "I... think Im going to sleep now Alauric." she stated softly, her head pounding terribly as she moved, "I will eat them later," she added with a smile.

"Please do," he said, both at her getting some sleep and eating later.

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Soran and Tristan-The Next Day

Soran paced outside the room. This was the third time he'd come to Tristan's room and attempted to knock on the door. He was feeling edgy, he was worried about the other boy most of all, and he wasn't sure how to go about it at all. Finally, he stopped and took a deep breath. He wanted to talk to the red haired boy so badly, and there was stuff that Soran felt he should finally know. He wasn't sure why, exactly, but after that night, witnessing the terrible incident... He reached up and knocked on the door, First and foremost... make sure hes not blaming himself he thought sternly to himself, "Tristan?"

The spell had taken more out of Tristan, than he thought it would. He had slept for most of the day. He had woken up once, from seeing the images of the night before in a nightmare. Even though no one saw the horror on his face, he had to let it go so he could concentrate. He was actually surprised that he hadn't been distracted by everything and completely messed up.
He grumbled as he heard the knocking, and finally decided to answer it. He opened the door, wearing nothing but his pajama pants. His stomach had faint bruises from the night of the possession. When he saw it was Soran, he couldn't help but to smile sleepily, "Sorry, I was still sleeping," he said finally.

Soran's gaze widened, his face growing pink before turning to a burning red across his cheek bones and nose. Immediately his eyes had dropped down to the boys shirtless frame. Holy... damn... hes.... so hot he thought, he was all jumbled up then as he stood there, blatantly staring. It wasn't until Tristan said something that he snapped out of it. Of course he was somewhat... day dreaming as well. With a sharp breath in that was akin to yet again, another squeak of embarrassment, he quickly looked up to Tristan's violet gaze.

"Tristan! I-I... um, S-sorry... I didn't mean to stare.... I mean! Wake you. I just wanted to see you.... er check on you. Make sure you were alright.... Yes," he said quickly, losing his self control again. He fidgeted as he stood there, "U-uh... Are you... alright? I mean... you were really tired last night and.... I was worried about you," he continued a bit more steady now though his gaze was locked on the door and trying desperately to stay there.

Tristan watched the other, and really wanted to chuckle, as it was he couldn't help but grin a little. "I am fine, just was. well you know after using a lot of magic...out of it." He decided to stop torturing the other when he realized the cause of Soran's reaction, "Come in and sit, I will find something to put on." He went back into his room, leaving the door open for the other to follow. He traveled into the closet and found a t shirt and slipped it on.

"Uh-hu...." Soran barely registered the boys words as he was once again lost to staring damnit... he cursed himself. His immediate response was even worse when Tristan said he would find something to put on, "You don't have to.... Uh!!! Oh God, Um... d-don't... listen to me!" he immediately regretted speaking his own thoughts out loud. Crap! Inner voice, outer voice, inner voice, outer voice!!

Tristan was glad he was still in the closet so Soran couldn't see his grin grow a little bit bigger. He wasn't going to let that slip go without comment though. He exited and looked at Soran, "Really, well I shall take advantage of having your permission not to wear a shirt more often," it was a horrible way to tease. However it helped Tristan, and relived some fo the sadness he was feeling.

Soran seated himself but almost slipped off of it just as Tristan exited the closet and said that. Quickly keeping himself up on the chair, he looked back at the boy with wide eyes and his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form coherent thoughts, "You... dont need permission from me to take your shirt off.... Damnit! Tristan, will you stop that, you're doing this on purpose!" Soran cursed as he was flustered about the current situation he had unknowingly put himself in. "Jeez, just... oh never mind, Im just going to make this worse. I swear to you I will get you back.... maybe if I took off my shirt youll be all stumblingly too..." he glowered, then blushed again stumblingly? Really? That's the best threat you could come up with? You dolt... he cursed.
Shaking his head he waved his hands in the air wildly, "A-anyway!!! Forget that! Get it out of your head right now! I came because I wanted to talk to you, not see you naked... Uh... not that... oh jeez." He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands on his knees.

Tristan was shaking his head, oh the things he wanted to say...but decided before the other had another slip that he get more serious, so he closed the bedroom door and sat on the bed next to Soran. "What did you want to talk about." Tristan figured maybe it was about the situation last night, perhaps about other things.

"Ah," he sighed a bit as he uncurled his fingers and looked over to Tristan. He was happy the boy had decided to get serious. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the little bit of teasing that they went through every now and then, "I... wanted to talk to you about a couple of things. Um, before I start on that" he sighed a bit, his gaze dropping for a moment before look back at Tristan with a stern, yet caring look, "Are you really alright? I mean... last night....Tristan, you can talk to me you know. I get that I dont know you all that well, but I think I can tell by now when something is bothering you, or at least Id like to think so. Okay

Tristan smiled at him, "I know that Soran," he said looking away slightly, "and I trust you with my feelings." His smile sort of faded, "It was horrible watching that last night, and not being able to openly react to it. I can't tell you the number of times I just wanted to turn the whole thing off. What was worse was I told my dad I wouldn't do unless everyone was there...I can still hear Kilia scream in my head." He sighed, "No I am not blaming myself, I know what happened no one really knew was coming. I didn't know that her mother was going to be there...but I did know she was gone."

Soran reached over to Tristan. His hands wrapped around his shoulders before sliding around his neck and he pulled himself close enough to hug the other boy as he talked. He rested his head on Tristan's shoulder, "I'm glad you're not blaming yourself. I was so worried that you were going to do that, just like you did when I left to go home. I can also still see it, the whole thing. It was... so sudden and terrifying. I'm... afraid. That God was so... powerful. Even though we weren't actually there... It was like I could feel the power just flooding everything. It was insane." Soran sighed a bit as he cuddled closer.
"Kilia is going to need us, you know. We should do something for her, though I don't know what yet. Something to keep her mind a little bit occupied for a while so that shes not completely overwhelmed with grief."

Tristan held onto the other, glad he was closer now, he wasn't going to tell Soran how much more he could feel the gods power. "I am afraid too, but your right, we should do something for her." He wondered if there were any old traditions, but he would have to look that up later on.

Soran nodded, feeling settled as Tristan held him in return, "I, um... also wanted to talk to you about when I left. I... think its fine to tell you now, been long enough," he muttered lightly. Shifting around on the chair, he pulled his legs up and rested his body against the larger boy, "First, you should probably know about my family. They're not just stuck up and snotty because they are rich. My mom is probably the only nice one in the house. I think I got her personality. Anyway, my father is a real douche, he hated me for whatever reason and even more so when my brother turned twenty and didn't become a Seer. My brother and I always fight. He blames me for my fathers yelling at him and all of that. So we often get into fist fights."

Soran paused for a moment, "I knew when I turned twenty that something was probably going to happen and sure enough I go and get my ass possessed," Soran cursed as he glared at the floor, "Anyway When I went back home, my father questioned me. Hes always been paranoid about the other families wanting to have more power than ours or something stupid like that. When I went to my room, my brother surprised me. We fought, but this time he was ten times worse. Besides, I was already injured and not really on my game. He knocked me around pretty good and I ended up out cold for a few days. When I finally woke up enough to move around, I went to get something to drink. God, this was really stupid on my part. I cant believe I thought I was safe to get up for a moment. He cornered me again and this time, I sort of freaked out and bashed him in the head with my moms vase. He managed to get it from me and.... welll... I thought for sure he was gonna kill me, but... mom stopped him. She had been on the phone with your dad, called him over to get me." He fell silent for a while, his fingers pulling at a loose string on his shirt.

Tristan listened to Soran, hoping the other didn't feel him go rigid at the parts that made him what to get up and find some way across town so he could go beat up Soran's brother. He instead tightened his hold and let the other continue. He finally got to hear how Soran ended up here again, and it sort of made him wonder about some things. However he was going to lock these away for another times. He knew he should respond, yet everything sounded wrong in his head. "I can't believe you bashed his head with your mom's vase," he was trying not to laugh. Yes of all the things to point out...he started there, I am an idiot.

Soran frowned, "Seriously? You're going to focus on that?" he shifted around to look up at Tristan, his eyes narrowing slightly. He sat there staring at the boy for a while. However, as he thought about it... he couldn't believe he had done that too. Slowly he flushed. Turning away he crossed his arms over his chest, puffing up his cheeks a bit, "Yeah, I hit him with my moms vase! What else was I supposed to do? Get a broom and tickle him with it? The asshole is three times my size and hates me not just because Im a Seer now but also because I... like... guys," he ended with a blush and tried to curl up in a small ball which was near impossible due to his current position. Looking back at Tristan, he puffed up again, "Why, what would you have done, mister big, strong, well muscled, red headed...." he would have continued but had to stop.

Tristan cringed slightly as Soran turned around and looked at him. Yet when he saw Soran flush, and give him the image of the other getting tickled by a broom, he started to slightly laugh to himself. It was the last thing in that sentence that made Tristan stop, now that made him angry. So he put another negative in Soran's brother's column. He bit his lip, a tease so wanting to slip from his mouth, but before he could Soran hit him with some well placed adjectives. He was blushing this time, 'Well...I..," geeze he couldn't form a sentence. All he could think about was how Soran just described him, but it was more of the fact that it was Soran...he was the one that used those words.

As he sat there, arms crossed, still puffed up slightly and waiting for an answer, he heard something he thought was his imagination. Turning around, he looked up at Tristan to find that sure enough, the boy was blushing and he had stumbled, bad. For a moment, Soran was shocked, but then his lips curled up into a wicked little grin, "Oh.... So that's it," he said with a bit of a purr to his tone. Turning around completely, he sat up on his knees on the chair and rested his hands over Tristan's shoulders. Tilting his head off to the side, he continued grinning, "So, what did it? The fact I called you big and strong? Well muscled? How about...." he leaned in, "Hotter than hell, totally sexy, freaking attractive, melt worthy, even, every time I walk in here. Should I keep going?"

Tristan looked shocked for a second as he looked at the blond seer, but his gaze narrowed as Soran continued. The boy had no idea what his words were doing, and probably should have backed away instead, "Yes," Tristan said, "I think you should come even closer and continue Soran, but I am warning you if you do. I am going to find some way to shut you up."

When Tristan's eyes narrowed, Soran's heart leapt to the back of his throat. Had he made the boy angry? But then he spoke and his words were so confusing. Soran paused for a moment, an eyebrow arched as he watched Tristan. It took him a moment, but it started to sink in a little bit, "S-so... how would you go about doing that? My tall, hot, red head?" Soran grinned a little bit but shook a little at the same time, "You know, I could keep going, not going to stop me now. See, this is pay back for all those other times. So yes, I think I might just continue. Especially when I'm looking right at your hot, violet gaze. Beautiful eyes, I could stare in them all day," he tested the waters, seeing just how far he could go.

Tristan continued staring at him, his expression just getting more intense as the other continued. "I think that is enough," his voice came out low. He reached out and pulled the other toward him, hoping he would let him. "I am going to kiss every one of those words from your mouth, until you can't think straight." He leaned in and found the others lips, but this kiss was different. Every intense feeling was there, this time Soran would have to respond.

Soran's gaze grew wide as he heard Tristan tell him that was enough. As the red haired boy wrapped his arms around him and dragged him from the chair, he couldn't help the sharp gasp that escaped him. This was certainly not expected. Completely thrown off guard, he heard Tristan's next string of words and with each one, he found that his face was growing hotter, probably a deeper red then ever before. Before he could say anything, Tristan kissed him. It was almost instantaneous, his thoughts exploded into absolute chaos. He really couldn't think, just as Tristan promised he would do. The kiss was so much different than the one he'd gotten before. This one was far more passionate. Soran relented, kissing the boy back and trying to keep up with the flood of feelings as well. Wrapping his arms around the boys shoulders, he held him close and allowed his weight to topple them.

Tristan continued as they fell, using this kiss to convey the feelings he had a hard time saying. He was glad Soran had opened up to him, and the other trusted him with that. He wanted to feel mostly, especially after last night. He wanted to feel something that was real, for him that was Soran.

Soran pulled away slightly, face completely flushed and totally out of breath, "Tristan.... damn. You... I.... crap," he really wasn't kidding a moment ago, was he? Soran thought to himself. "Cant think...."

Tristan smiled at him, "good, now be quiet." He caught the others lips again