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Scarlet Lagorúthel

"I'd rather talk this out... but if you piss me off, I'll burn you a crisp."

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a character in “Mystics: Rise of Disception”, as played by Angel's Whisper

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Scarlet Lagorúthel


Nickname: Red or just Scarlet

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Elf/Human

Ethnicity: Italian

Origin: Italy

Appearance Description: With a pair of striking misty blue eyes and full pale pink lips, Scarlet is the opposite to just about every aspect of her name. The half-elf has the average height of 5' 5" and weighs just about 110 lbs. Similar to most of her elf relatives, she has a curvaceous yet thin body with supple, porcelain skin. She has shoulder-length pure black hair and a voice of velvety silk that soothes everyone who hears it. Scarlet is also almost always seen wearing her large pair of white headsets to hide her pointed ears, she unfortunately received through her genes from her father, though disguises the fact as an art lover, especially in music.

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Transformed Appearance: With a blinding flare of flame, Scarlet becomes the complete epitome of her name. Her shoulder-length black hair lengthens down her back and brightens into a bright red shade. Her sapphire orbs transform into a pair of sparkling rubies. Her clothes, whatever they may be also turns into an outfit that looks incredibly like a school uniform. Her headsets stay as well, though turn into a blood red color.

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Orientation: Bisexual

Side: Mystic

Element: Fire

Abilities:

Flare:
Fires produce from her sleeves, this has to be used before she can use any other of her fire-based offensive abilities.

Blaze:
Her flames create a flaring circle around her that can act as a barrier, though can be easily penetrated, the enemy can be severely burned.

Scorching Bullets:
Large balls of fire shoot from her hands, though the "bullets" can deal heavy damage, they fizzle out at more than a dozen meters and only shoot straight from her hands when activated.

Smouldering Touch (Passive):
Once adrenaline pumps into her system, a certain chemical in her DNA causes her body temperature to hit impossibly high measures that can burn her opponent at skin contact.

Flame Thrower:
She is able to shoot fires from her arms almost like the ends of rockets, this also allows her to take flight.

Skills: Scarlet specializes in the martial arts form of Northern Shaolin. The eruption of precise and aggressive attacks help her conduct and be one with her flames.

Weapon: Her transformation outfit has specially-created flame conducting fabric that allows her fires to produce at a rapid pace yet simply slip off the fabric almost like water on wax.

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Personality: Scarlet has what most call a "split" personality. When disguised as a human, she portrays a cool and calm art lover that gives a heart warming smile to all who need it. She will constantly be found in several art museums or painting herself at a high perch or where she can find a spectacular view. On the other hand, when she's transformed, her face is almost always wearing a cocky smirk that can taunt any enemy. She can be rash and fiery, not to mention stubborn and hard headed, but she's incredibly loyal and sticks to her morals.

Brief History: Scarlet was born into a family of a human mother and an elven father in the gondola city of Venice, Italy. Just the very views of the beautiful streets of the city inspired the girl's love in the arts. Scarlet grew up as a human except from the moment she was born, she's always had her father's ears and the body form of most elven females. As a nonhuman, her father took her under his wing and taught her ways of combat and the history of her elven relatives. Scarlet never once found shame in being an elf, something she shares with her father very closely. Though, that doesn't mean she can tell any human about it.

Other: Her favorite TV show as of the moment is NCIS due to her love of thrillers.

So begins...

Scarlet Lagorúthel's Story

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As the painfully familiar deafening screech of the offending clock perched up on the nightstand resounded, as if on cue, a pair of pale sapphires snapped open, and a hand slammed onto the large button settled on top of it. Suppressing a yawn, the half-elf sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Stumbling out of bed, Scarlet had a quick shower and got dressed before checking the time once again. It was Saturday, meaning she had her usual appointment with her dad for her training. 9:20... Better get going.

Descending the stairs of her apartment building, she slipped on her large white headset successfully covering her pointed ears. Slightly distracted with the wires of her headset, she ran into the back of a tall male. "Oh sorry," She said, making her way around the man. Glancing back, she could've sworn she saw a pair of red eyes on the man, but he, rather quickly, turned to the stairs when she opened the door into the bright sunlight outside. Shrugging off her curiosity, she made her way down the stone roads and stopped at the edge of the road, looking down at the impossibly still waters.

Scarlet had hopped onto the small dock where the gondola of a familiar male waited. "Hey, Luther," She greeted.

The long haired male perked up at the sound of his name. A smile split across his face as he saw the daughter of his close friend. "Ah, Scarlet, heading down to train with your father again, I see." She always took his services to get to her parents' house having married an elf long ago and met his dad along the way.

"Am I always this predictable?" She laughed as she stepped onto the gondola with unsteady steps, freezing midstep when the boat leaned to the side. Taking the hand offered to her by Luther, she sat onto the wooden seat and simply watched as the man picked up his long oar. The two talked with a comforting presence, Scarlet has considered Luther as an uncle ever since she was born. He was a welcomed figure at her birthday parties and special events her parents would hold at their estate. Embracing the gentle breeze that picked up along the way, she silently stretched, knowing her father would want to get right down to business when she arrived.

The gondola bumped against the stone dock of her parents' house. The towering building giving off a cozy yet ridiculously expensive feel. Her father was a highly respected business man. His built in charm and charisma earning him several deals with even the most stubborn dealers. Though after she hit her fifth birthday she was sick of the suffocating pampering and refused to take any service from the help her parents hired. The day she turned 18, she packed her bags, taking only enough money to suffice until she got her own job, despite her father's protests, and moved out into a well known apartment building in the heart of the beloved city. Even though she was eager to get away from the comforts of home, she still kept close to her parents, visiting them every week and even calls whenever possible, per orders of her mother. Now she's even working at her father's building as his PA.

Carefully hopping out of the boat, she thanked Luther and made her way into the courtyard of green in front of her "house". She greeted the gardeners who were tending to her mother's violet orchids before making her way into the house, not bothering to knock knowing well enough that they would be expecting her anyway. Snapping and cracking her limbs she jogged out to the backyard where she found her father meditating on a yoga mat in the middle of the yard. Knowing well enough that she arrived a little later than she was told to come, she tip-toed onto the large mat next to her father and got into the mediating form her father was currently in.

"You're late."

"It's only been three minutes."

"Every second counts."

"To what exactly?"

Being only met with silence, she peeked over at her father and found no one next to him. Looking around, she found herself alone in the yard.

"Still as oblivious as always," Snapping her head up, she found her father sitting on a window ledge directly above her. "Training starts now," he stated with a cocky smirk, "Catch me if you can!"

Letting a smile settle onto her face, she was on her feet in a heartbeat, chasing after her father.

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Duck, block, hit, punch-ow. The brunette elf winced as her father landed a firm blow to her stomach before returning the favor with a swift spinning kick to his side. Though it was somewhat painful, Scarlet never complained when it came to her Northern Shaolin martial arts training, in fact, it was her favorite part of her training sessions with her father. Landing onto the ground, she quickly rolled out of the way as her father brought down his leg in a powerful axe kick. Shifting her body around, she sent herself into a back flip as he made another effort to hit her with a roundhouse kick.

"You're distracted, get your head in the fight, Scarlet." He told her as he charged forward towards her. Spinning around, she barely managed to cross her arms to block a palm fist. Skidding slightly, she grabbed onto her father's arm and used it as leverage to get herself into the air. About 3 inches away from making contact with his head, he yanked her down onto her back and made sent a, possibly, bone-breaking punch into her face, but stopping an inch away. "I win."

His smug statement was met with a subconscious pout before she was pulled up. Patting her head as he always did after their lessons, he gestured towards a punching bag he had chained to a large tree branch in the middle of the yard. "Keep practicing, I'll go get us a cold drink."

She nodded with a small smile and walked to the black leather punching bag. Taking the roll of bandages her father had placed beside it, she tightly wrapped the strips around her hands and balled her hands into fists experimentally. When she grew accustomed to the feeling, she threw a few jabs at the bag. It didn't take long before she was pulling every trick she knew at the thick leather. Unaware to everything outside of the bag and her fists, she didn't hear the chains of the bag slowly come loose. Sending herself into the air once more, she thrust her foot into the bag, causing the chains to unravel. At the alarm sound of whipping metal, she immediately slid back a good three feet away from the 300 pound bag that could've broken a bone or two if she hadn't moved. Sighing dejectedly, she ran a hand through her hair and grabbed the chain, thinking about ways to set this up again without it possibly causing her physical injuries.

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After making sure Talia was alright, Naja vanished from sight, off to find the next mystic on his list. The remaining photos appeared before Naja and he picked another female. This one was interesting to Naja. It may have been her elven side, but Naja was determined to get them all together to help stop the evil that was ever present in the world. Naja folded the picture and the remaining vanished.

“Scarlet Lagorúthel, it seems today is your day my dear.”

Naja vanished again. This time he appeared a few feet away from Scarlet and her father. When she started sparing against her father, Naja smiled. This girl had spunk and that was hard to find. He watched until she started hitting the punching bag. When the girl caused the bag to unravel and break loose from its chain restraints, Naja stepped forward.

“Be careful my dear. Allow me.”

Naja waved his hand and the bag lifted and reset itself. The metal twisted and contorted until it was set the way it was before. Naja nodded and began to speak.

“You may wonder who I am, or rather how I found you, but none of that is important. What is important is that a young elf like yourself should be putting her gifts to good use. I am Naja, elder Mystic and Archmage of Nervesa. I was sent to find and awaken the new mystics, and guess what? You are one of them. I can’t say much here, but I do want you to know that a great evil has awakened and is soon to devour this world if we do not stop it. I cannot do it alone, but this decision will require some thought. I want you to know that by accepting this responsibility, there is NO turning back.”

Naja stopped and produced yet another card with the same inscription on it.

“When you want to talk, read the inscription and I will be there. Be safe Scarlet my dear, and may the power of elven magic protect you.”

Naja turned and vanished in mid stride, leaving Scarlet with something to think about.

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Irritation, disappointment, borderline furious, all these emotions circled within the mind of the Warlock, but none escaped to reform his features. He had been waiting with patience and anticipation for what he thought would be a nice edition to his collection, but alas, even he has his limits. Imps had been flying in, reporting the sightings of the Ageless One all over the world. 'You have been a busy little gnat, haven't you?' His thoughts emulated the emotions wrapped around his mind, but he would not give up on the girl. Instead, his body began to vibrate, shimmering, humming with magick. It separated a part of him, causing him to see an illusion of himself, an exact copy that will sit and wait for the late girl. When she was safely away, he would come, and shed a new light to the situation she is in. He bowed slightly to the illusion, which solidified as he did so, it, then, nodded back, and continued to stare at the building in patience.

Light shimmered about his shoulders, fading him from this reality, and into another. Imps of all sorts dashed towards him, eager to report their own findings and sightings of the Ageless One, but he waved them all away, save for a few he beckoned. "<What have you to report?>" His tone spoke more volumes towards his impatience, than any other emotion present. Gone was his relaxing demeanor, instead, was one of strength and irritation. An imp, red of flesh, with coal-like eyes, spoke saying that he had hit a snag when confronting a foreign king, with regards to his daughter. That made an eyebrow rise, but instead of having it elaborate more, he turned to a blue-green imp with wings. It spoke of what he believed to be a Mystic in Italy, but have yet to spy the ancient within the area. A third imp, one filled with more magick than the other two combined, spoke of Suyag, the vampire, and had stated that he was seen going on a rampage in Russia.

Daimion sighed a heavy sigh, and, after rubbing his temples, ordered the imp to take a small contingent of frost imps, along with a wight, to slow the vampire's progress to a crawl. "<I do not need this,>" he grumbled quietly, "<Stall him, for as much as possible, but do not. I repeat, do not attack him unless he attacks you. Once he does, you may do what you will to him.>" He had no illusions that nearly all would die from their encounter, but they did not fear that death. For they had good faith that their Lord and Master Th'drago would remake them into something stronger. With a small wave of his hand, he dismissed them, and began to walk south and west.

The journey to Italy was one of a couple of steps, and a single thought. A lesser man would have become envious of his mode of transportation, but that did not concern him in the least. What did concern him, however, was the fact that after he stepped onto Italy's land, he felt a surge of magick and power from the one person he wanted to avoid, Naja. Curses in the most ancient of languages ensued from his lips, but as soon as he felt the energy of him, it vanished. This caused one of his eyebrows to rise; he was sure the man felt his presence, but even then, he can never be sure. Instead, he reached inside his clothing, and pulled out a disposable cell phone. By holding down on a number on the pad, he held it up to his ear, whispering in a British accent, "Tell Agent Todd that the Mystic Killer has been sighted in Italy," and dropped the phone into a public trash bin. The "Mystic Killer" was something that he had come up with over the last fifty years, to prepare the human world for the inevitable battle. He had to use old bones fused with magick to make his point clear. The fictional "killer" would abduct his victims by tricking them into following him with show-magic,and later kill them in a secluded camp. It had taken him several years, but he finally hooked a human sucker from Interpol. A brash young man who was eager to make his mark on the world, and that young man, was Agent William Todd.

He can feel the residual energy energy left over from Naja's disappearance, and decided to perform a risky move. By gathering up his strength, he masked it as much as he could, and latched onto the fading energy, and pulled himself towards it. In the brief moment that it took to pull himself towards the energy, he had decided to forgo is old man form, and decided to appear as his regal self. Seven feet tall, with a lean build and an iridescent robe hugged his form, but was still loose enough to not show everything. Two people, an older gentleman, and a young girl were within his peripheral vision, of which he took on a heartwarming smile and said with a sing-song voice, "Greetings. My name is Daimion, and I was hoping that one of you would tell me where I might find one named," he looked down at his hand, as a small piece of paper appeared in it, "Scarlet Lagorúthel?" He raised an eyebrow at the girl, his eyes already saying that he knew the name was hers.

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"Be careful my dear. Allow me." At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Scarlet automatically lowered herself into her offensive form, but hesitated when she saw a rather kind looking man, waving his hand rather peculiarly. Hearing the sound of the chains clanging against each other once again, she whipped around and found the bag levitate and arrange itself back to it's original position. H-how-? She turned back to the man to find his attention now fully on her. He explained everything, as to who he was to what she was.

Afterwards she simply stared at him with a blank expression, still trying to process what he just explained to her. Mystics? I thought they were only a legend, and now this man is here telling me I'm one of them? If the man hadn't just blatantly revealed he knew who she was and what she was-not to mention the entire magical levitation of the punching bag-she would've just laughed and told him to get the hell out of her parents' house, but right now she was too overwhelmed by what was just unloaded onto her.

“When you want to talk, read the inscription and I will be there. Be safe Scarlet my dear, and may the power of elven magic protect you.”

Scarlet took the card subconsciously and opened to her mouth to ask at least one of her millions of questions but before she could choke a word out, he disappeared into the thin air.

The sound of solid ice clanking against the sides of a plastic pitcher drew her attention as her father returned with a container filled with lemonade; the same proud, fatherly smile on his face. "I made us a pitcher of lemonade, your Mother went out with Rosa to get groceries." Noticing his daughter's confused expression, he placed a hand on her head and bent his neck slightly to make eye contact with said brunette. "Is something the matter, Scarlet?" His voice laced with concern made the young elven female come out of her reverie.

"Oh, it's nothing..." She lied between her teeth, and she knew just by the glint that flashed across his eyes for a millisecond that he didn't believe her one bit. "Actually... I may have to leave for a little while." She added, a little quieter than usual.

"Leave? What fo-?" The pure elven male cut himself off as he saw a towering yet rather lean, man stride over to them. Scarlet strained her neck to look up at him, she herself barely even up to his chest.

"Greetings. My name is Daimion, and I was hoping that one of you would tell me where I might find one named," He glanced down at a piece of paper in his hand, "Scarlet Lagorúthel?" Any other day she would've found interest in a man with a rather charming voice, but something about his presence made her... Simply uncomfortable. Maybe it was the way he was speaking like he already knew the answer.

"That's me." She answered, crossing her arms casually, but had her guard up no less. There's something about him that just doesn't seem... Normal. Either she was just being paranoid with every strange thing that's happened to her today, or the fact that she's rarely ever seen a man of this man's build in Venice.

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"Ah, forgive my intrusion upon your dwelling, good elf," he made a flourish of his hand, and bowed low to the elven man, almost completely ignoring the young girl in front of him. "I wish to speak words with your offspring, seeing as how you both share similar characteristics, and the fact that she and you are radiating the same magicks, one cannot, but think that both of you are related." The giant strode over to the elf, bent his head low, and whispered, "You need not be concerned. My nature forbids me from harming others, unless they strike first. For I am a Daemon, and what I have to say concerns the life of your offspring." A parcel was pushed into the elder's hands, while his tone became serious, "That being said," he straightened up, immediately changing his demeanor to a more friendly tone, retaking his charming stance once more, "That being said, I wish you would accept my house-gift, for allowing me entrance into your dwelling." A long finger, with a curved nail which looked too much like a claw, absently scratched at his chin, "I do believe you have been missing the object in your hands for many years. I suggest opening it in another room before it vanishes on you once more."

With an eyebrow raised in intrigue to the elf's reaction, he turned to Scarlet with an apologetic grin upon his features. "My apologies, my lady, for ignoring you like that. I needed to reassure your father that I am of no threat to either of you, and will repeat to you as to why I am not a threat." His eyes began to sparkle, then; merriment danced within them, "I am a Daemon, or, rather, a half Daemon. I am a part of the Fae, of Nature, and I am wholly neutral in all things, but I am more.

"Unfortunately," the merriment in the eyes took on a saddened expression, then, as he continued, "we cannot discuss this here." A hand held up, and his voice spoke in a harsh tone. The air about them shimmered, taking on different hues and contrasts, until they were in a clearing with trees about them. "<Much better,>" he whispered with a contented sigh. At a single snap of his left hand, four rock elementals appeared carrying a platter of meat, cheeses, vegetables, and a jug of a fruity drink. "Please," he said softly, waving his hand towards her, magicking a cushioned, black leather sofa behind her, he he pulled up a wicker chair and sat in it. "Please take a seat, and enjoy the refreshments I had prepared for us. We have much to discuss, and not a lot of time to do so." His right leg crossed over his left, as he took up a silver chalice filled with the fruit drink, and sipped it slowly. "Ah. Blueberry and pomegranate," he exclaimed happily.

Taking up a small plate of goat cheese, sausages, and pear slices, Daimion settled down comfortably into his chair. "You have questions, that much is evident. So instead of giving excuses, I will get straight to the point. The man known as Naja, or as I call him, the Ageless One, is a killer of children and of my people." He took another small sip of the drink, swirling it around in the chalice as he continued, "I am not speaking of the Fae, for he has killed many of them and has already earned their enmity for it. No, my people are the ones known as the Nobles. We are few, but our reach in the world of Man is long and far. A few of my fellow Nobles would relish in the upcoming war with Naja, but I would rather avoid it as much as possible. Why is he hunting us, you may ask?" A shrug followed the question, "Only he could say, for I do not have the answer."

Power flowed from fingertips, pooling into the area between the two of them. "Behold," his voice took on an echo-like quality, "the fate of the last Mystic armies that the Ageless One created to rise against my companions!" Images appeared beneath them, rises like bubbles from a soap pot. Each contained graphic depictions of a battle between raw magick, and elemental powers. Those flowed away, but in its place, the battle between parent and child, parents being killed by their children, but those flowed away as well, and was replaced by a creature that was like Daimion, but not Daimion. It sat in front of a skeletal being in an ancient Germanic armour. The creature's eyes were open wide, as was it's mouth, and a green, sickly energy erupted from it, snaking towards others in regal garments, enhancing their ferocity and magicks tenfold. That, too, flowed away.

Tears flowed freely down his face when the last of the images vanished, and the magick shimmered into nothing. "I am not proud of my past, which is why I wish to strive for a better future. One without another war, such as this. If there is anything I can do to stop it, without putting anyone in harms way, I would do so. Unfortunately, the only way to stop it, in the mind of Naja, is by all of us Nobles to die so that he may rule in our stead." Red energy erupted around a clenched fist, darkening his eyes, and causing his facial features to contract into a hateful visage, but the moment he realized this was happening, he smoothed his features, and banished the energy. "My apologies," he gave a half seated bow, "I was out of line. Please forgive me." With a soft sigh, he continued, "You have questions, I would assume, and I will answer them to the best of my ability, but there are some questions that I cannot answer, and I will make them aware to you when you have voiced them. After I have answered your questions, I will give you the same choice I will give to the others, if I can get to them in time, and then, after you have given me your answer, I will take you back to your dwelling and family.

"Now," he leaned forward slightly, "what questions do you have for me?"

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"Ah, forgive my intrusion upon your dwelling, good elf," Her pale blue orbs followed his every movement with precise cautiousness. Scarlet simply watched as the man, Daimion as he is called, bowed to her father before explaining what he was. She, herself, has started to grow weary of the sudden interruptions of her day and to add it all, they both seem to know what she was and they aren't completely human either. A reflex rattled her body, almost launching herself at the man, when he approached her father and whispered something into his ear. She watched with slight irritation as a package was forced into his hands before Daimion turned back to her with a friendly disposition. He cheerfully said he'd hope we accept his house gift before scratching his chin with what looked awfully like a claw. He added to open the package before it disappears. My father looked the way she felt earlier with Naja, overwhelmed yet guarded. Glancing from Daimon to Scarlet, he gave her a look that screamed, "be careful", before turning away and into the house.

She turned his attention back to the towering figure in front of her. He apologized and explained that he simply wanted to reassure my father that I was safe with him. You didn't do a very good job with that. He further explained that he was half a Daemon and part Fae.

"Unfortunately," She snapped her eyes back up to his face as he uttered the word, "we cannot discuss this here." His voice roughened and sounded rather harsh as he held a hand up. Narrowing her eyes, she felt as though she should protect herself, knowing well enough that anything could happen with a simple wave of a hand, like with Naja earlier. Their surroundings glistened before they were standing in the middle of an empty lot surrounded by what looked like a forest. Looking around slightly, she whipped back to him as he snapped his fingers. Four figures appeared, they seemed to be made of rock and were carrying platters of food and drinks.

"Please," His voice grew soft again, a complete contrast as to how he sounded just a moment earlier. He waved his hand again, this time a couch appeared out of thin air and planted itself behind her as he conjured up a wicker chair for himself. He urged me to enjoy the refreshments while they talked. Scarlet simply watched as he drank and ate, kindly refusing the elementals' offers with a small smile and a shake of her head.

Daimion started to explain everything. He says Naja is a murderer of children and his people. He then explained his people as the Nobles and that Naja himself was hunting them. Scarlet found this a smidgen hard to believe. Naja explained to her that she was a Mystic, could that have been a lie too? Maybe she could ask this man, Naja never told her that she couldn't tell anyone, but she could gather up that he didn't want this publicly announced either. She almost jumped as he summoned his abilities from his fingertips. Several bubbles rose up from underneath them and showed explicit pictures of a bloody battle that he told her were the old Mystics. When those disappeared they were replaced by more images of parents killing children. Then one image particularly disturbed her, of one that looked like the man standing in front of her right now yet wore armor and was raining hell everywhere.

She looked back up to him, surprised to see tears trickling down his face. He explained that he wasn't proud of his past and would like to settle this in a friendly matter, but to his opponent, the only way was to wipe the others completely off of the face of the world. Anger contorted his expression, a sickening red energy seeped from him, though less than a moment later he calmed himself and apologized. He then gestured to Scarlet to ask any questions and right after he would send her back to her family and give me a choice like he did the others. His latest proposal bubbled up a small amount of interest within her. There are others? Of course she knew there were others but the realization that she may not be the only one in this current state of confusion and uncertainty sparked her interest even further.

"Now," Daimion learned forward in his chair slightly, "What questions do you have for me?"

Leaning back against the sofa, intertwining her fingers and crossing her legs. She attempted to give him the impression that she was not in the very least intimidated by him. She's thought about this carefully, and her questions came out one right after the other.

"What's so special about me? Who are these "companions" that you spoke of? What do you want of me if I come with you? Who are the others? Where can I find them?" She only asked the most essential questions, quickly and efficiently though drifted off when she remembered a certain little card she had placed into her pocket when her father returned. She slowly, uncertainly, slipped out the card from her back pocket and presented it to him. "Naja gave me this, he said to say the inscription if I ever wanted to talk to him." Scarlet gauged the man's expression and suddenly felt as though she made a grave mistake.

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"Out of all of the millions of questions you could have asked, you have chosen to ask the most simplest of them all," Daimion's voice boomed with laughter, which was completely silenced when she pulled out an item almost dripping with the Ageless One's energy. The clouds above him darkened slowly, as his own face contorted with anger and anguish at the sight. Lightening flashed out of the sky, striking the card and setting it alight in a dark red flame. His own tone was slowly letting go of his hatred, as was his face and clouds above, "You do not realize what you have done. Let me explain slowly, anything that that man had touched, can be used to allow him access into wherever he had left the item. If he had appeared here, the fragile alliances that I had made with members of the Courts would have vanished, and we would all had have to fight out of here. More than likely, Naja would have escaped, leaving us both to fight a terrible fight. Be grateful that I have destroyed his only link to you and of this place, for if he were to have set foot here, my own neutrality would have ended." He then faded from sight, but in the distance, away from the clearing, he stood atop a rising cliff. An unearthly howl erupted from his lips, as flames gushed forth from his lips, rushing towards the heavens and above. A voice within his head boomed a single word, 'Peace,' which caused his body to become still, and the flames to vanish completely.

"My apologies," he whispered as faded back to the chair, "I did not wish to frighten you so." He seemed to have shrunk a little into his seat. "That man had caused more damage to my people than is possible to forgive, but I do hope you will forgive my explosion." A large rock and tree golem appeared at his side, giving him a hot drink that looked much like molten lava, and poured it into a large, rocky container. Taking it slowly, and muttering his thanks with a smile, he gulped it down noisily, sighing with content when he was done. "Thank you Mother. I needed that." The golem rumbled something that sounded like two granite rocks rubbing against drift wood. He chuckled softly, "I do not think the young one could handle your brew. Although," he scratched his chin absently with the same hooked nail, "It would be interesting if she could handle such a drink." Turning his head towards the girl, he asked aloud, "Would you care for a cup of Fire Drake Tea?" The golem then poured the liquid into another rocky container, and placed it next to her, which then rumbled slowly, and left the two alone.

The giant watched fondly, as the golem walked into the trees, a small smile appeared upon his lips, which tightened slightly when he turned back towards the girl. "That was Mother," he explained slowly, "She is not my real mother, but a golem created with motherly instincts, and is quite an interesting show to watch when angered." A hand was waved at the drink near her, "The drink in front of you is called Fire Drake Tea, mostly because only a fire drake can handle the potency of the liquid, but there are a few that can handle such a liquid. If you are going to drink, I suggest doing so as soon as possible. Otherwise, it'll turn into a cake that is not exactly edible."

He waved a hand absently at the cup, "As to your questions, from what my magicks can gauge from those like you, each of you is in tune with an element of Nature itself. Fire, water, air, steel, etc, etc, etc. Fire is usually the strongest, and most annoying if memory serves me right, but it is chaotic, and, thus, hard to control. You have a lot of fire within you, passion, 'spunk', if you would, but the only way to actually tell, is by setting you up within an elemental chamber to find out where to go from there. I am sure he could tell you," a snarl appeared upon his lips, which vanished as he continued, "As to your companions that I never spoke of, but you assumed they were, I will have to track them down by the use of my imps. They are creatures not of this world, but are still loyal to me. They are loyal, because I keep my promises, unlike my fellow Nobles, who believe that they can, and will, break promises if it suits their purposes."

Standing up, Daimion began to pace back and forth behind his chair. "What will I do with you if you decide to come with me? Quite simply my dear, you will be integrated into Nobility, and I will present you to my King in due time. After he has seen you, and passed his own judgement over you, you will be given a rank, and I will make sure you have the means to do with what you will. You, and your family, will be housed in one of my many mansions, given guards, caretakers, etc. All to ensure that you are safe from him. I am quite sure that he would be rather upset if you sided with us, rather that him, but that will be up to you," he shrugged his massive shoulders slowly, and continued, "When the battle begins, and it is a when, not an 'if', you will be called upon to stand with us in defense of everything that we love, or risk having it all be obliterated by a man who wishes for control over us all."

"As two your last two questions," he stopped pacing, and placed his hands on the chair to stair at her closely, "Who the others are, are children around your age, and can be male or female, of any race, or none at all. How can we find them? Either by letting him find them and try to bind them to himself, or with your help, so that we may keep them from him. I have found you, and a girl in Romania, because of my agents have sighted the Ageless One, but I wish to find the others before he has a chance to locate them all and spread his tall tales." He sat down, then, and began to file his nails, looking at them absently, until he was satisfied, "The images that I showed you before, the ones of children killing parents, and parents killing their children was not to frighten you, but to show a truth that cannot be ignored. If you go with that 'man', he will wipe your memories clean. You will never remember your family's faces or names, the good times or the bad, absolutely nothing. If you were to go to him, and a year has past, you would not even recognize your family. If, and when, he gives the order, you will kill them, without any emotions, without any thoughts towards them, and believe that it was justified because Naja said so." A snarl creased his lips, then, which vanished completely, "If you were to side with me, however, you will be able to stay with your family, and I will make damn sure that they are doubly safe if he ever comes to find you. Because, make no mistake, he will try to take you, and will use your family against you. This, I can, and will, promise you."

Daimion waited for several moments to pass, before biting into a large carrot with an audible crunch to bring her back to reality. "That being said," he swallowed another mouthful of carrot, "That being said, what will you do now? Go with a man who will take away everything that you love to go up against beings like me, or stay with your family, with the means and wealth of millions of euros, and only come when needed to defend those that you love on this planet?" Another crunch and swallow of the carrot, "You will need training, of course, with whatever your element is, that much is a given, and I will have to make it known to the others that you are off the market," a shrug, followed by another crunch and swallow of carrot, "after that, you will live your life in luxury that only a few can dream of. So," he stared into her eyes, "what is your answer?"

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In this terrifying situation, sitting in front of a man who could possibly break her in two with a snap of his fingers, who was also expecting an answer from her, was overwhelming, to say the least. The way he acted as though possessed by an invisible being before forcing himself into calmness and burnt the card from her hand, gave her a tiny hint that he may not be all in the side of good as he says he is, but what he says about the Naja man could be true, since she knew nothing of the other man. She blankly stared as he waited patiently for her to utter a single word. She suddenly felt as small as an ant being stared down by an eagle. Her throat felt dry and her hands fidgeted for something to do. Seeing the earthy container on the table, she reached out for it and swallowed the contents in a single gulp, embracing the warm dull feeling it sent down her throat as if she just drank a glass of whiskey with a hint of taste of dirt. Grimacing at the strange taste, she faced back to the man before her.

She thought about what he said, the life of riches and safety sounded like something she would want for her family, yet something didn't sit right with her. It almost sounded as if he were bribing her. Yet part of her mind also said that he could be telling the truth. She could piece together enough that she could tell she was too valuable to him to just simply dispose. Balancing her options, she looked back up at him.

"I want to talk to a fellow Mystic before I decide. Take me with you when you locate one of the others. I'll be able to give you an answer after I speak with them. I give you my word." She offered. Scarlet knew she was probably pushing her luck here, but if she were as important to him as she thinks she is, he would approve. "It's either that, or I speak to Naja himself, I remember the words inscripted onto the card you burnt, it won't be hard to do."

Picking up the container from the table, she lifted it up to the rock and tree golem who was still standing by the trees. "May I have another glass, Mother?" She asked with a soft voice. Waiting patiently as the golem slowly made it's way over to her, she watched as the lava-like substance oozed into her cup before gulping it down once again. It may taste like warm melted rock and dirt, but there was something about the taste that grabbed her attention. Or maybe just the interesting fact that it appeared as though she were eating molten lava that amused her. Licking her lips, she smiled up at the Daemon. "I guess you can add Elves to the list of species that can handle this tea," she laughed as she placed the glass onto the table. "Do we have ourselves a deal, Daimion?"

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Character Portrait: Daimion "Th'Drago" Shadowsoul Character Portrait: Alleyson Rosewright Character Portrait: Scarlet Lagorúthel
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With an eyebrow raised, the giant grinned with many rows of sharp teeth saying, "Done." His hands were raised, then clapped several times, summoning creatures from the forest about them. All were made of fire, from imps to salamanders, and all crawled, or flew, towards them. One of the imps handed him a slightly scorched Ipad, which had an image of a girl on it. "<Thank you my friend,>" he said slowly, before reviewing it in silence. He looked up at Scarlet for a moment, then asked the imp to pass the Ipad over to her. "Alleyson Rosewright," he said slowly, "She is from Canada, and is currently living near a skate park, whatever that is." His massive shoulders shrugged themselves, and as he continued, his form slowly shifted to a younger man with raven black hair and pupils so black, they seemed to be made of absolute shadow. His clothing also changed, hugging his skin tightly, leaving no room for the imagination. However, a loose fitting pair of jeans wrapped around his legs, while an opened leather jacket hugged his shoulders. As his hair cascaded loosely over his shoulders, biker boots appeared onto his feet. He stood only a foot taller than her, but could not have been more than a few years older. "These new age humans would take it amiss if an old man, or one such as my giant self, were to appear out of nowhere, and claim people as being destined for glory."

Lifting up his chair, he launched it over her head, where an audible crunch ensued from its breaking, followed by another when a salamander bit into it. "You will be needing warmer clothing than the outfit you have on. It is getting close to winter, by the way, so here," he tossed her a fire emerald in the shape of a European dragon breathing flame, with a gold chain running from it's neck. "Just put that on, and think about the clothing you wish to wear. There will be a small amount of pain, and I do apologize for it, but it is necessary because the technology needs to conform to your bionic signature, and match your brain's thoughts with its actions. To put it plainly," he chuckled lightly, "That fire emerald is filled with millions of microscopic nanites which can create any form of clothing from cotton to wool. Anything harder than that, and it won't work as well. It is relatively new technology that won't hit the market for another four or five years, at least, but, even if you won't side with me, you are welcome to keep it, as a gift."

His stance took on a businessman-like quality, as other imps flew in with papers for him to sign. This lasted for about another ten minutes, before they ceased, allowing him to continue. "Now then," a small Blackberry phone was pulled out of his jacket, which he quickly texted someone, then smiled. "Good," he whispered softly, "Good," looking up with a triumphant smile, he said, "She's been located, and we have a ride to her apartment." Stowing the Blackberry into his jacket pocket, his eyes began to glow a faint green light, which erupted out of his mouth, causing the world about them to vanish, replaced by a city a few miles north from their position. The moment they appeared, however, a black car flew at them, only screeching to a halt a few milimetres in from of him. With a raised eyebrow, he said, "You are cutting this a bit close, are you not?" A shadowy creature's head appeared out the window, and screeched something at him, but all it got was a shrug. With a snap of his fingers, the pair was instantly inside the vehicle, which was about three times larger on the inside, than it appeared to be.

"This is an alchemical device that I have been using since Henry Ford first created the automobile. The outer appearance has changed a lot, but the inside had remained the same, mostly anyways." Chemical devices were housed behind a glass screen, which, at the top, read DEADLY in about twelve different languages, while everything else was pretty much normal. A small refrigerator was stocked with foods of all sorts, whereas a few others were stalked with all manner of drinks ranging from water to fruit drinks, sodas and alcohol. There were a couple of phones, one was black, and closest to Scarlet, while another was gold plated, but that was under a glass case marked with the word EMERGENCY written on it. The inside was lined with cushioned sofas, and looked much like a bachelor's limousine, than a rich man's vehicle.

He had moved to the front of the vehicle, then, and was conversing in a guttural language that sounded too much like two stones scraping against each other. After a sigh, Daimion said, "We're here," and they were instantly outside, staring up at a fairly large building with many windows and balconies. A look of disgust plastered his features, "How can these humans live like... like...," he searched for a word, then shrugged, and motioned for her to follow him inside, where he banged on the landlord's door. An older, bald looking man poked his head out, about to yell at them to go away, but his eyes nearly popped when he saw five hundred dollars CAD flash underneath his nose. "Tell Alleyson Rosewright that I am searching for her, and you will earn yourself another five hundred dollars, understand?" The man bobbed his head quickly, and several times, before dashing off down the hallway. "And now," he sighed, "we wait."

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Character Portrait: Naja Nato DeLotus Character Portrait: Alleyson Rosewright Character Portrait: Scarlet Lagorúthel Character Portrait: Willow Gonovian Character Portrait: Syeira Eason Character Portrait: Casamir Eason
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His footsteps were heavy in the marble hall of the council building. Naja approached the high council, kneeling to show respect.

“Naja, how goes your search for the mystics?”

“I have found them, but so have the Nobility. They are trying to weasel their way into their mind to keep them from me. I must do something, but with the rules in place I can only do so much,” Naja replied still kneeling.

“This is serious. Naja, do what must be done. Call upon them to help you.”

Naja nodded and stood to his feet.

“Thank you, high council.”

With that said, Naja turned and left the council building. He sat on top of a mountain range with his legs crossed. His eyes opened and he smiled. He had been given permission to intervene, and intervene he would. First he needed to call on Laea and Nicolai, the only two remaining mystics like him. They had been sent away, but Naja had his way of contacting them.

“Laea. Nicolai. I need your help. Come to the shining moon mountain.”

Naja’s voice reverberated throughout the mountain range.

Somewhere Unknown

“Laea, I fear we won’t ever get to the bottom of this case,” Nicolai stated as he held his gun at his side.

“True, but worse things could happen,” Laea responded as she thumbed through notes on a desk.

“Whatever happened to the old way of life?” Nicolai asked as he watched his partner.

“You mean with Naja and the others? Clearly we were sent away on a specific mission, to which there seems to be no end, but I assure you when we’ve completed it, the high council will send us back to Earth,” Laea replied.

Wind rushed into the area, and Naja’s voice filtered in.

“Naja!” Nicolai said softly after hearing the familiar voice.

“He needs us; otherwise he wouldn’t call for us. Let’s go,” Laea stated as she stood to her feet and nodded to Nicolai.

Both vanished in a burst of energy.

Back on Earth

Naja continued to sit, while Nicolai and Laea appeared beside him.

“Long time no see oh fearless leader,” Nicolai stated with a smirk.

“It is good to see you as well, but I am afraid pleasantries will have to wait. The others are in dangers. The new mystics have been found, but the council had restricted me from getting overly involved. Now that they have lifted their restriction, they asked that I contact you two in order to help me.”

“We will be honored,” Laea stated.

“Excellent. Laea, travel to London and seek out the one called Willow, find her, make sure she is safe, and deliver her the message. Here is her picture. Nicolai, go to Canada, find Alleyson and Scarlet, and make sure they are safe. I will be traveling to the Russia, to make sure they’re safe.”

“Roger!” both Laea and Nicolai stated as they vanished in unison. Naja smiled and vanished as well.

Russia

“I agree Casamir. You should tell her the truth. You are her brother after all.”

A voice came from behind Casamir as the young man looked up at the sky reminiscing about the innocent days of youth.

“Go ahead,” the voice stated again, “make a wish.”

Naja appeared out of thin air in front of Casamir.

“I trust you remember me from inside the bar? There isn’t much time, things are going downhill as we speak and I will need your help young warrior. You fight for what is good and decent right? Then help me. The other mystics are in trouble; however, I cannot speak here. There are too many listening veils. Take this card, read the inscription, and there you shall find me. Remember, keep an eye out on your sister, and make sure she doesn’t make the wrong decision. Quickly, go to her now before it is too late.”

Naja gave Casamir the same card he gave the others before moving closer to the male and whispered in his ear.

“Remember, not all is as it seems. They will try to label me as the bad guy, as the one who brings destruction, but it is not true. The Nobility is a dark sinister group of monstrous beings, whose only goal is to take over and destroy. They are bringers of death. Look for the mark of the Nobility. Each of them has a mark that looks like a decayed serpent, and it is always on their left or right hand. The Mystics have a mark of angel wings that can be on any part of their body.”

Naja rolled up his sleeve to show the angel wings that began flapping and glowing slightly.

“This was the way to tell friend from foe. Remember, look for the mark and be careful young warrior.”


Alleyson Rosewright

Alleyson sat in her apartment soaking in the tub, relaxation taking over. As she was about to drift into a solemn state of peace, a knock came at the door.

Lifting up from the tub and grabbing a towel, Alleyson rushed to the door and peered through the viewing hole. It was her land lord.

"the hell does he want?" she muttered before unlocking the door and opening it slightly.

"Wassup?" she said with a smirk.

"Some man wants to see you outside Alleyson. Best if you come now."

"Fine, let me get dressed."

She closed the door and walked over to her closet. After picking through her tom boyish clothing, she found a suitable outfit. A overly large shirt, baggy skater pants and skater shoes. She walked out and completely passed the land lord as she made her way to the exit. Who the hell wanted to see her? She thought as she walked, the land lord in tow behind her.

As she opened the door, she looked at the rather large man standing in front of the exit. He looked to be up to no good, but she would give him the benefit of doubt.

"Wassup?" she asked softly.


Laea

"I trust that book is an excellent read," came a voice with no physical source, at least not to Willow.

When the girl looked around, a soft light illuminated the area and out stepped Laea.

"Hello Willow," Laea said softly with a sincere smile on her face.

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Character Portrait: Daimion "Th'Drago" Shadowsoul Character Portrait: Alisarrian "Lord Manacia" Timura Character Portrait: Chen YanYu Character Portrait: Alleyson Rosewright Character Portrait: Scarlet Lagorúthel
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The warlock had been contemplating his king's last message during their short wait for Alleyson to show up. "Any Mystic you find, bring them to me, and be rewarded." That was what he had heard, but he did not enjoy the thought of what he would do to them. More importantly, he did not know if the girl-elf had wore the necklace he had given her. No matter, he would take them to see his king, whether they agreed to go or not, but how? It came to him suddenly, 'Father,' he thought with a slow smile. Father, like Mother, was golem built with fatherly instincts into it, but unlike Mother, it was created out of ice, steel, and death magicks. It was also on the border of the Lich King's lands, of which, he was sure to take notice if three 'guests' were to appear on his doorstep.

The smile upon his lips grew tight, as Alleyson Rosewright came around the corner. She didn't strike him as anything, but the feel about her was wholly human. 'Odd,' he thought slowly, 'Normally they are half of something else. Should be interesting, nonetheless.' With a small bow in her direction, he said, "My name is Daimion, and this here is Scarlet, and we have something to discuss with you, but, unfortunately, we cannot discuss it here." He held up his hand, and spoke in a harsh language once more. The world about the three became harsher, bleaker, and colder. Around them was the beginnings of a winter wonderland, and before them was a cliff that ascended into the clouds above. "Drats," he muttered, "I was off again. No matter," he spoke aloud, then, "If you two will forgive me, but magick does have its limits sometimes." Carefully, he wrapped an arm about the two by the waist, and lifted them into his arms. There was a sound of leather being torn, as large gossamer wings erupted from his back, changing his entire features into a serene-like look. His hair became silver, dancing in the wind, and his body stretched back into his regal self. "Much better," he laughed aloud, as his wings grew larger, thicker, more corporeal. They appeared to be much like a pair of dragons' wings, but that shifted, suddenly, into an appearance of angel wings.

The wings back to stretch themselves slowly, as he squatted down close to the ground. "Hang on to me tight, ladies, it'll be a short ride, but well worth it, I guarantee you," he said with a sly wink. Once the wings had flapped experimentally a few times, they folded themselves close to his body, just as he leaped high into the air. They unfurled then, and began to pump upwards, gaining height quickly. Soon, they were above the clouds, and his booming laughter echoed across the sky in triumph. He soared about the clouds, subtly calling to Father with his magick, until there came a rumbling answer west of them. Banking west, he glided them towards a now forming cliff, where a giant of ice and steel stood waiting for them, waiving its arm at them. The moment he set the pair down, was the moment he cried out happily, and hugged the giant. This was the only time he would express true emotion for another creature, because Father was his first creation, and it resembled the old Daemon that was his real father. It was built much like a Templar was from the days of old, but out of ice and steel. It even had human-like features etched into its face, as well as an open faced helmet atop its head, but more importantly, it had a tongue and a gift for speech, even if it was slow and simple.

"Father," Daimion said happily, "these two young ladies are Scarlet and Alleyson. They will be needing shelter from the cold, food, drink, and better clothing." The giant beckoned to the to follow, lumbering slowly north. He then pulled Scarlet aside, whispering, "You wanted to speak to another Mystic, so hear is your chance. I will leave you both alone for a time, and will be back by nightfall." A finger pointed past Father, who was still lumbering north, "There is a cottage for you both to relax at, including a hot tub, fine food and drinks, and warmer clothing made of the finest materials on the planet. I suggest you two get going," he said aloud, "A fog is moving in, and I would hate to see you both freeze to death before I had a chance to dine with you." With that, he vanished in a flurry of snow and gravel.

Deep within the mountain, was a small treasure trove of wealth, but when he said "small", he really meant to say that it would make a greedy dragon lust after his trove. He cared little for the gold and jewels that cascaded down to the floor in front of him. Instead, he headed straight for the center of the room, where two giant skeletons stood guard over a small chest between them. As he neared, he noticed that the guards' heads had swiveled to follow his every movement, but did nothing, even when he reached the chest, opened it, and retrieved his beloved daggers, Shin'ran and Terratuul. Shin'ran was crafted from a black dragon's fang and scales, incorporating the madness magick that it had spawned, whereas Terratuul was created from a slain golden dragon's fang and scales. It, too, had magick that was incorporated into the blade, but it was corrupted by its own death. Slowly pulling out Shin'ran, he stared into the skull at the hilt, until it finally woke up and began to cackle with maddening laughter. On the other side was another skull, but that one sobbed uncontrollably. He replaced the dagger back into its respective sheathe, cutting off the madness magick it had created, and withdrew Terratuul. That dagger began to sing a sad tune, as it slowly melted onto his left arm, becoming a shield with a spike in the centre. He replaced that one as well, buckled the pair to his waist, and said, sighing with contempt, "Tell Lord Manacia that there are two Mystics heading for the cottage at the border of his lands. Warn him not to approach until the cover of nightfall, not as his self, but as he once was in all his glory, and as human as possible. I, no, we need this to work, else it'll be another long and arduous war." One of the giants began to lumber towards the back, where it housed a massive gateway that led directly into the courtyard of the Lich King. Turning to the other, he said, "I need you to wake the others, and amass at the king's castle. There will be a war soon, and I plan not to be caught with my pants down again." Once more, he reached inside the chest, but pulled out a tan choker, with a prominent emerald in the centre. By placing it onto his neck, he began to feel more alive, as the drug known only as the Philosopher Stone began to course throughout his body. "Much better," he grinned maniacally, "Now then, off to China I go," and vanished the moment he thought of the place he wanted to go.

Daimion, no, Th'drago appeared over a compound near a forested terrain, and gradually glided down towards them on gossamer wings, which slowly took the form of a green dragon's wings. His own body began to shift, as the Serpent's influence took over his form. Dragon-like claws appeared upon his hands and feet, while a spiked tail erupted from his backside. Horns appeared from the sides of his head, and small green scales flowed over his body. Every time he visited the Asian countries, this had happened, and, most of the time, he would take a back seat and watch the show, but not this time. This time, he needed to call upon favors from his past, one that would benefit his "family", and hurt Naja. Alighting himself atop one of the structures, he found himself being stared at by men, women, and children of all ages. "I seek the lord of these lands," his voice boomed, "Bring him here, so that we may speak words together, and discuss past times, trades, and upcoming battles." That last made many people wary, and some scampered away. Leaping down to the ground, he could not help, but spy a passing maiden that smelled too much like a dragon. "You there," he pointed at the black haired maiden, "What is your name?"

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Looking around at the various items around the rather large vehicle, Scarlet soon found herself poking and prodding anything that caught her interest, though carefully avoiding those that were labeled danger. While she tapped the glass encasing a phone inside, she could hear Daimion speaking in a language she couldn't even hope to learn to understand.

She looked down into her hand where the necklace that the half-fae handed her before they teleported here. Hesitant, yet slightly trusting of the man, she slipped the necklace on and thought of her usual winter get-up. With a twinge of pain, and a loud yelp of, "Ow!", Scarlet brought a hand up to the necklace but found it slightly more difficult to move. Looking down at herself, she found a pair of black jeans, a large white vest, over a white and black plaid shirt, twin white gloves, and tall black boots with white laces. Smiling comfortably at the warm outfit, she walked up to the front of the vehicle to show the tall man but hesitated when she heard another more feminine voice speaking with him. Poking her head into the conversation, she found a brunette female in somewhat rather boyish clothing. She flashed the girl a smile as Daimion introduced both of them to the girl who from what she could gather, was a Mystic like herself. Daimion suddenly spoke in the strange tongue once more. Along with his words, their surroundings grew darker and colder, it was at these moments-when Daimion used his rather dark magic-that Scarlet suspected him as something other than what he says he is.

They now stood at the foot of a very long drop, everything around and below the three were blanketed in white ice. Daimion looked rather disappointed as he apologized and grabbed the two by the waist. On a reflex, Scarlet pulled back an arm and clenched her gloved hand into a fist, but hesitated when Daimion sprouted wings. The wings seemed almost medieval like-until they ruffled out and into a form of more angelic figure.

"Hang on to me tight, ladies, it'll be a short ride, but well worth it, I guarantee you," Scarlet couldn't resist but roll her eyes at the rather cocky comment before his wings started picking up speed. Leaping into the air, Scarlet subconsciously held onto the arm wrapped around her, eyeing the ground several feet below her. Daimion-who seemed to enjoy the extreme heights and freezing cold air that bashed against their faces-flew expertly onto a cliff face where a giant golem, which reminded her of Mother-though appeared to be made of different materials. She watched blatantly as Daimion hugged the giant and introduced the two girls before the Daemon instructed it to lead us to a shelter. Daimion pulled Scarlet aside and whispered for her to get her side of the deal done with. Pointing them to a direction past the thundering golem, he informed them that there was a cottage for them to relax at. And ask Alleyson about this whole Mystic situation... Without another word, Daimion disappeared.

Glancing at the other brunette, she offered a small smile before hurriedly trudging through the hard ice when she remembered Daimion's warning about a freezing fog. At the heel of the golem, she carefully watched how he moved before leaping onto its back. The Golem simply turned its head before continuing to walk to their destination.

Before long, the trio arrived at the cottage that appeared more like a house built into a rock wall. Hopping off of her perch on the giants back, Scarlet opened the doors to find that everything was prepared-fire crackling and the lights shining on everything that looked almost as good as new. "Thank you, Father." Scarlet yelled out to the Golem who sat comfortably outside. Closing the doors, she shook off her vest, boots, and gloves before sitting in front of the fire rubbing her hands together. Not a minute later, Scarlet was back to normal body temperature. Her Father always commented on the strange fact that her body temperature seemed a little higher than the normal human-even with elven genes-but he just shrugged it off, saying, "It's just one of the numerous reasons why my little Scarlet is special." Turning back to the brunette, she offered another small smile before heeding Daimion's advice

"So..." She began, a rather awkward silence filling the space between them. "What's your take on all this Mystic business?"

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Naja

The destruction that Daimion caused was something to witness, although he was making Naja’s job that much easier. Who would go with someone who did such damage? Naja shook his head as he watched Daimion’s act of violence. When the warlock slammed the dragon elder into the stone palace wall, Naja glared. The Warlock had gone too far to recruit his mystics. Naja had received the go ahead from the higher ups to attack should he need to. As Daimion appeared beside Chen, and began whispering in her ear, an orb of energy crashed against the warlock’s form, sending the man flying backwards, hitting the ground hard.

“Leave this place Daimion. Leave and never return. Do not try to poison this child’s mind with your lies. Chen, it is best if we leave now!”

Naja snapped his fingers and two large golems appeared, wearing armor and holding devilish axes. Naja turned to looked at Daimion.

“These golems are fierce warriors, and if you do not leave, they will be force to attack. Trust me when I tell you that you don’t want them against you.”

Naja turned his attention to Chen.

“My dear, I hate to be forceful, but we do not have time for this. When I get you and your father to safety, I can explain further.”

Naja began chanting and his voice filled the room with such overwhelming power that most of the guards shook in awe. There was a flashing of light as Chen’s father vanished, followed by the rest of the clan. Then Naja and Chen vanished arriving outside the base just as Syeira and Casamir did.


Alleyson Rosewright & Nicolai

Alleyson didn’t like this guy. He seemed so prideful and it made her frown. More so, when the man lifted his hand and began to speak in an unknown language, it scared her. She wasn’t used to this type of environment. Everything around her changed, but as if that weren’t enough to freak her out, the man grabbed her without asking her. This pissed her off. She would’ve punched him if they weren’t flying in mid-air. Waiting to land somewhere, Alleyson began to plan some type of escape. She was still thinking about the man who had visited her at the skate park. He seemed so genuine, the complete opposite of the man she was with now. Something about this man was dark, devious, and off balance.

Sighing when they landed, she looked and observed. She had no clue; neither did Daimion and Scarlet, that they had been followed by Nicolai. Hiding in the Earth, Nicolai waited and bided his time. When Daimion and the large ice/steel giant left, Alleyson looked at Scarlet. The girl had also looked at her and had begun to speak.

“My take on the mystics? Honestly I thought it was all a bunch of baloney, but now I’m not so sure. Tell me something Scarlet? Right? Doesn’t that man give you strange vibes? As if he’s after something and not telling us the entire truth.

“He’s not,” came a voice from the stone wall that the cottage was built into.

Alleyson jumped and glared as a hole appeared in the wall and Nicolai stepped out.

“Pardon my intrusion ladies, but I was sent to make sure you were alright. I am Nicolai, sworn Mystic and Protector of Tao. The man you are with, his name is Daimion. He’s a warlock, and a conniving one at that. His job is to collect the mystics that Naja has found and keep them from fulfilling their destiny. I know it is hard to believe, but I have a way of breaking through his lies. Did he tell you about the tattoo? Every mystic has a tattoo of angel wings, and the nobility generals have a tattoo of a skeletal snake on their hands. Have you noticed how he tries to cover his hands? Think about it. I know you’ve seen the tattoos. If you come with me, I can assure you everything will become clear. Naja is waiting.”

Alleyson glared at the male. He was cute, and cute was always good. She couldn’t smile, nor smirk. She just looked at him, and then at Scarlet.

“How do we know we can trust you?” Alleyson asked.

“How do you know you can trust Daimion? All I can give you is my word, and this.”

Nicolai lifted his shirt revealing the pair of angel wings on his chest. His abs glistened in the light of the cabin’s fire. After he was sure they had seen it, he dropped his shirt and held out his hand.

“Please. We don’t have much time. Daimion is already trying to get another mystic, I just hope Naja isn’t too late.”


Casamir and Syeira

After the two read the words on the card, they vanished, the world around them disappearing and being replaced by trees and more trees. Behind them was a large house, a very large house. It had white shudders and made of some type of rock. It was beautiful to behold and stood at least four stories high. Naja looked at the two and smiled. They had read the card.

“Marvelous. You have chosen your path and read the card. Excellent, now then, come, all three of you, for there is much I need to tell you.”

Naja beckoned to them to enter into the base.

Willow & Laea

Laea smiled a warming smile as she listened to Willow’s first question.

"Before I go anywhere with you, I'd like to ask you something if I may. What... What am I? You mentioned the name Mystic? Would this mean I am also a Mystic?"

Laea smiled even more, though this smile was soothing.

“You are a mystic, for you possess the mystic magic and symbol. Check your body; it is a pair of wings. We all have it,” Laea stated showing Willow her symbol that was on her left bicep, “You are special, just as the other mystics are special. You are part witch, and the last of a powerful coven. We are guardians, and it is our sworn duty to protect. You may ask what does the world need protection from. That is why I am here. Beings of dark power have returned to lay waste to the Earth. Naja has been trying to recruit the mystics, but as he tries so to do the Nobility. They want to find you, and once they’ve found you, they will KILL you or imprison you. Sure, they’ll make it seem as if they are there to help, but in all actuality, with the mystics out of the way, they’d be able to take over that much quicker. I only ask you this because I fear for the safety of the world. Willow, it is entirely your choice. I cannot force this responsibility onto you, I can only ask.”


Dorián & Kurama

“I’m worried,” Dorián stated as he looked at Kurama.

“As am I,” Kurama replied.

“Then why are we just sitting here?” Dorián questioned glaring at Kurama then back at the card his father had given him.

“I don’t know man, I really don’t know. I want to accept what your dad told me, but I have a life to live,” Kurama stated.

“But that life you want to live may end if we don’t help. I know my dad, and I know he wouldn’t ask so much if it weren’t absolutely necessary,” Dorian said standing to his feet and twirling the card between his fingers. He looked out the dorm room window and sighed.

“I’m reading it!” he said softly as he looked at Kurama who had the same card in his hand.

“At least leave them notes,” Kurama stated as he grabbed a pen and paper. He began to write a note to his girlfriend while Dorián wrote one to his boyfriend. They taped the notes to the outside of their door and looked at the cards.

“You ready?” Dorián asked.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Kurama stated as they both read the card in unison.

The setting around them changed and before they realized it, they were surrounded by trees. The noticed Naja as well as three others walking into the rather large building, and decided that that would be the appropriate place to go. They walked slowly, not sure if the choice they had made was the right one.

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Overwhelmed. Scarlet supposed that was one word to describe how she felt. Though it would be an incredible understatement. She sat there, her hands still held out, palms to the fireplace, now staring at the man that claimed Daimion was not who he says he was. The brunette scoffed at first and was about to confront the man, until he explained the tattoos. He lifted his shirt and revealed a pair of painfully familiar angel wings on his chest. Scarlet rubbed her left backbone, where that exact same tattoo sat, she and her parents considered it a birthmark from the start; knowing that elves usually have very strange and sometimes symbolic birthmarks, but now knowing what it means puzzled her. Looking up at the third stranger and second man who claimed that the one before was a faux.

Please. We don't have much time. Daimion is already trying to get another mystic, I just hope Naja isn't too late."

Another mystic... Scarlet pinched the bridge of her nose before sighing. She spared a shrug as she glanced over at Alleyson. "I'll come with you." She choked out. "The tattoo, I have it on my back. And I noticed Daimion's on his hand when he grabbed me to fly us here." She uttered. Scarlet also hasn't mentioned that she's felt rather suspicious of the man every time he used his magic. There was a dark essence that seemed to follow him and the dragon wings he tried to disguise into angel wings didn't help his side of this at all.

She slipped on her boots and gloves before shrugging on her vest then went to stand next to Nicolai. "I've had enough of these games." She added. "But if you aren't what you say you are..." She warned. "I will kill you."

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Character Portrait: Daimion "Th'Drago" Shadowsoul Character Portrait: Naja Nato DeLotus Character Portrait: Alisarrian "Lord Manacia" Timura Character Portrait: Chen YanYu Character Portrait: Alleyson Rosewright Character Portrait: Scarlet Lagorúthel Character Portrait: Dorián TóMar Holden Character Portrait: Willow Gonovian Character Portrait: Syeira Eason Character Portrait: Casamir Eason Character Portrait: Kurama Rolando Sakura
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Nicolai, Alleyson, Scarlet & Lord Manacia

Alleyson gasped when Nicolai lifted his shirt and showed both Scarlet and her the angel wings that seemed to flap on his chest. She was more or less stunned by the man's physique than the tattoo that he was showing them. Still, gawking at the man would prove useless if she didn't get to know him first. What he spoke of hit a nerve with Alleyson. First Naja comes and tells them that they are mystics and protectors of the Earth and now this guy, whose name is Nicolai, comes and tells them the exact same thing, and that their lives were in danger. To make matters worse, a deep dark voice filled the room and creeped from the shadows. Nicolai glared, knowing full well whose voice it was.

"Lord Manacia," Nicolai stated as he heard the heavy footstep. He watched as Scarlet took his side, and now he waited on Alleyson.

"I'm coming with you," Alleyson said, "but no funny business."

"Alright, but we need to leave now," Nicolai stated, "do you still have the card?"

"I do," Alleyson stated, "I kept it in my wallet."

Alleyson pulled the card out and gave it to Nicolai. She stood next to Nicolai and glanced over at Scarlet. This was all a bit much, but the voice she heard was far too dark to belong to anyone of good. Then she saw the one responsible for such a horrid voice. Alleyson backed up a bit, but Nicolai stood his ground.

"Lord Manacia, it seems time has been nice to you," Nicolai cockily spoke as he steadily backed away from Manacia, holding his arms out to keep the girls behind him, "but I'm afraid I can't do as you ask."

Nicolai shifted forms, his aura glowing as he continued to keep his arms outstretched so that the girls were protected.


Willow & Laea

"This decision you have made will be one you will not regret. Now, hold on to me, this trip will be quick."

Laea smiled down at Willow and touched her on the shoulder before her eyes glowed brightly and the two of them vanished. They arrived in front of the base in the Amazon, to which Laea was much relieved. She had appeared directly in front of Dorián, and Kurama.

When the group entered into the base, Naja turned around and looked at them.

"Ahh, welcome, welcome, welcome," he said softly, "I trust you have many questions for me so please, all of you wait for me in the main hall."

Naja stepped into his chamber, allowing Laea to lead the mystics into the main hall. Dorián was used to this place, for it was his home.

As they walked, they noticed the beauty of the base. There seemed to be no expense spared to build this place. Walls lined with beautiful satin. Chairs made of the finest material. Laea opened a large door which led to the main hall. The hall was gigantic. A large flat screen TV perched on the wall. Large bay windows on the opposite side, covered with wooden blinds. It was all luxury. The main hall led into a kitchen area that was vast, and by the size of it, could feed an army. Laea smiled as they entered in.

"Please, make yourself at home, Naja will be with us shortly."

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Chenguang was the most beautiful woman the warlock had ever met, and he had met plenty during his long life. She was called the "Morning Star" in the western world, a Lucifer in the Roman tongue, but she was his. She had cared for him after a losing battle against the Mystic of Light, shielded him from the bastard that would dare strike out at him, and ultimately drove him back. Daimion was grateful for what she had done for him, and asked her to follow him with promises of glory and treasure. She had yearned for such an opportunity, but the other clans had forbidden such an action, damning all who would try. This did not stop her, however, and she entered the war, standing by the Warlock of Nobility as she did so. He had known his king's feelings about the union between them, but did not care. She was his, and that was all that had mattered.

Devastation, chaos, mayhem, all these things, and more is what they had inspired in their enemies. Although the mystics had employed mythical creatures that could fly, they could not stand against the drakes and dragons' clan. When she went down because of a massive wound to her shoulder, his entire form changed completely. His scales had changed from a pale green, to brilliant sapphire blue, but something more. He became a death dragon, a being of immense power, but only for a short time. The length of such of form would destroy a lesser being, but to one such as him? He could only last for an hour, before succumbing to exhaustion. On the battlefield, however, his blinding rage decimated the plain, causing friend and foe to flee from the devastation. Only the king had the strength to stop his madness, before he could deal even more damage.

Now, however, Naja had appeared, threatening violence with golems, knowing full well that he could do nothing to retaliate. When he stole YanYu away from him, he felt the chains of his neutrality fall away from him, and lashed out, striking with the darkest of magicks into the void the old Mystic had conjured up, striking at him full in the face. "You have started this war once more, Naja" Daimion said slowly as he watched his quarry fade from his sight, "You will not live beyond this one. I guarantee it." As Naja faded away, he held up the living body of the archer that had shot at him. "With this one's blood, I will find them, and I will find Chenguang's offspring and bring her back. I have lived as a Noble since last we met, and have wished for a peaceful end to all of this squabble, but lo, you have taken away that peace yet again. This time, there will be no peace." Power erupted about him, energy of the blackest and brightest erupted about him, striking out at the ground between the golems. They had begun to move in on him as he spoke, but the moment they had crossed the space where he struck, they had begun to disintegrate completely.

He had no cares for the world anymore, and began to call upon his resources by opening one massive portal after another. Creatures and beings as old as the world began to pour out of the portals, converging on the lone Daimion, chattering in their ancient languages. "Begin preparations," he said quietly, causing all around him to quiet and become still. "Beat the drums," his voice rose, "Sound the call," his arms rose above his head, which had drawn back, "For tonight, we go," with a loud cry he howled, "to WAR!"

A peel of lightening fell upon his shoulders, banishing him back to the king's lands, where he found Father in distress over the fact of an intruder within the lands of Death. "Call the others, Father," he said slowly, "Naja has started the war once more." The golem nodded once, then, taking a deep breath, he bellowed to the cold and uncaring world. However, the world rumbled and howled back at him. Ice and Frost Giants appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and converged on the cottage before them. Walking slowly, he shed his draconic form, to take up his regal self, and, upon entering the building, he stopped to stare at the intruder with a coldness that seemed to echo his liege lord's manner. "Nicolai," he said calmly, "The last time I saw you, one of Chenguang's drakes were eating your insides. Too bad for you, your leader has started the war by taking one of my mate's offspring from me." He withdrew Terratuul from it's sheathe, and pointed it at the man's chest. The song it sang was one of peace, and when directed at one person, however, it would instill a sense of Nirvana and Vertigo into the person. He focused the blade's influence at the man, using it's influence to turn him into a vegetable.

"My apologies, ladies, but you will not be going anywhere." His sidelong glance at the pair was one of anguish and despair, "Naja has stolen one of my mate's offspring from me, thus, starting the war once more." His head swiveled towards his king, and said with a low bow, "I am yours, fully, once more, my Lord Manacia. He has started it, so there is no more need to create any illusions for these young mystics. As an apologetic token, I offer up these three to you, in hopes that I may continue to stay in your services." Daimion never cared to kiss ass to his superior, but he was in the wrong for trying to have his lord appear as a human once more. "You do look stunning with skin on, if I may say so myself, and I do," his infectious smile was back, which beamed brightly towards the pair of ladies. "No one will be going anywhere," he repeated, "These lands belong to my Lord Manacia, and, because we are at war once more, my underlings are setting up the barriers necessary to keep everyone that does not use death magicks in, as well as out. In short," his smile became wholly manic then, "you are trapped for the duration of the war."

His smile became a chuckle as he was reminded of something. "Which reminds, the last war lasted almost a thousand years." The chuckle became a booming laughter, just as the barrier was complete, causing darkness to descend over the land.

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Misty blue orbs narrowed out of irritation as Daimion kissed his "Lord"s ass in front of the trio. It irked her to hell that she even believed him for a second. Though a sharp pang of fear filled her as Daimion mentioned a barrier trapping them as long as they wouldn't be able to use dark magic. Rubbing her temples, she fought the raging headache that just seemed to appear whenever she couldn't fight back in a situation. Clenching and unclenching her fists, the brunette tried to calm herself down, though adrenaline pulsed through her veins; her 'flight or fight' reflex taking action. "You're a bastard," she commented at Daimion as if it were the most obvious fact in the word. Turning her attention to Nicolai, and remembering what Daimion said about some dragon eating his insides for a slight moment before shaking her head and looking up at him. "Tell me you can get us out of here."

Looking out a nearby window, she saw shadows ingulf mountains of snow in the distance but quickly snapped her head back to the "Lord" when his voice sounded, filled with nothing but venomous anger. She barely comprehended when he spoke but kept a wary eye on his raised sword; a strange green glow emanating from the blade. She blinked-and he was gone. It took her a millisecond to notice that he was now only a few feet away from her, towering over Nicolai, sword being swung at the Mystic. "Nicolai!" Came her ear piercing shriek.

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Chen

Naja looked at Chen with a soft smile.

“Do not worry, they are safe. The Mystic Elders transplanted them to a safer place. My dear Chen, please forgive me if I have overstepped any boundaries you may have had. The Mystic Elders did not want any of you to fall into the hands of Lord Manacia and his generals. I had to act quickly to get ALL of you here. Nicolai is with the last two, and with his skills and magic, I am more than certain he will be able to bring them back. Now, please go to the main hall, I will be there shortly.”

Naja smiled at Chen and turned once more to leave.


Nicolai, Lord Manacia, Scarlet, Alleyson, & Daimion

Nicolai watched as Daimion appeared and began to talk. When the male warlock pulled his blade, Nicolai retaliated by producing a wall of rock that shot straight through the floor in between Daimion and himself, thus stopping the affects of Daimion's blade. Nicolai backed up a bit, backing the girls up along with him. Alleyson was in complete and utter shock at what was happening. She could only glare at the man she had come with. This Daimion fellow was on her hit list now.

“You're mistaken Daimion, for as long as we bear the sacred wings, we may leave, or have you forgotten that after all these years of being Manacia's toy?”

Nicolai barely had time to do anything when Lord Manacia moved, swinging his sword to decapitate poor Nicolai. If it hadn't been for Scarlet's scream, he would have fallen victim. Quickly rock encased all three of them, Lord Manacia's sword striking the hard earth, causing it to shatter and spread shrapnel in all directions. Nicolai took this as his chance to get them out of there. He pushed Scarlet and Alleyson into the tunnel he had created before jumping in himself, closing it after he had done so. They had escaped, but Nicolai's arm was bleeding. Manacia had managed to slash the mystic causing excruciating pain to fill his body. Within the Earth, Nicolai looked at the two women, his body shaking and his senses going haywire.

“Take me to Naja quickly. Read the incantation!”

Alleyson took the card from Nicolai and gave it to Scarlet.

“I can't pronounce the shit,” she said sternly as she looked at Nicolai's wound. She was panicking, trying to figure out what to do. She was no nurse, and she definitely didn't know anything about healing.

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Keeping light on her feet, she watched as Nicolai heeded her call; a rock wall raised in defense in front of the trio. Lord Manacia's sword struck though, shards of the rock jutting around the blade. Nicolai led the three into the tunnel he emerged from and blocked the other end with another rock wall.

Once landed, she looked at the other two to see Nicolai clutching his arm, blood trickling through his fingers. Scarlet found herself trembling at the sight of the red liquid. She could handle countless punches and kicks from her father and deliver just as much to a punching bag until her arms felt numb, but even a glimpse of the oozing red liquid sent her entire body shuddering uncontrollably. Her pale blue eyes were implanted onto the bleeding limb, though she noticed Nicolai say something before Alleyson replied and forced a small card into her shaking hands. Forcing herself to look down onto the card she lifted it up to eye level, and read the line with a slight stammer, “S-Solvia Lumus Verde.”

The strange head lightening feeling of teleporting she was starting to glow accustomed to washed over her. Gaining the feeling in her legs once again, she looked around, careful not to look at Nicolai's arm, and found them surrounded by a forest. Turning around, she found a massive white house that looked somewhat familiar to her parent's house. "Wh... Where are we?" She asked. Her voice raspy from her previous nauseousness.

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A threat to one's life would make any mortal quake in their boots, especially if the threat came from an ancient Lich King. Unfortunately, Daimion only found the threat to be amusing, and instead, simply shrugged before sheathing his weapon. His mortal shell meant nothing to him, and his "eternal soul"? He had already promised that to another, so his king's blade would remain hungry, never to taste his. As he turned his head towards the young women, he heard Scarlet calling him a bastard. "Guilty as charge," he said gleefully, bowing to the ground. A smile pursed his lips, and only became tighter when they left. "Too bad," he sighed dramatically, "If only they new what prizes my underlings had brought me." An orb of magick appeared in his palm, revealing to him, the chaos of his imps inflicting upon their respective homes. For Scarlet, he had taken her father, whereas the other, her precious skating park was destroyed, along with any that were there at the time. "A pity, indeed," his laughter boomed within the small cottage, "Fare thee well, my king," a small bow in his direction, "I have much to do, and little time to spare for such small pleasantries, such as staying within your gracious presence." At a single wave of his hand, he vanished with an echoing call of, "Expect a new present soon, my Lord Manacia. There are still a couple out there just waiting for us."

His sudden appearance within one of the "unregistered warehouses" where the government keeps it's most secured and secretive artifacts was enough to make anyone jump. Especially if it was in the restricted section that needed an eye scan and voice recognition to enter. "These pitiful humans, and their silly technologies cannot compete against my own," he muttered to himself. With eyes scanning the world about him, he could not help, but hear the alarm sounding off. A single small shrug gave away his thoughts on the matter, but when he spied what he needed, a single door. Fortunately for him, it wasn't a normal door, but one that would lead him to a greater form of strength. In short, it would be a test of the heart. Upon reaching the door, he heard a weapon drawn upon him, and an unknown voice yelling at him to turn around slowly, with his hands in the air. He did this, but with glowing green eyes, and a grin revealing rows upon rows of sharpened fangs. He saw the human's eyes grow wide with terror, and, with an intake of breath, the warlock wailed a Banshee's wail, causing the human's entire skull to rupture, spraying the door with his brain. "<Always fun,>" he muttered to himself, then began to contemplate moving the door.

The answer came to the warlock, just as more humans began to file through the doorway, demanding that he put away his weapons, and lie down on the floor. He ignored this, but when a pair of humans crossed the threshold, he turned around suddenly, and wailed another banshee's wail at them. This time, both of their heads exploded, splashing their comrades' bodies with brain matter, bones, and flesh. Most had scrambled away, whereas the more bold began to open fire at Daimion. That is, they would have if their weapons weren't covered in human goo. "Excuse me gentlemen," he said slowly, "but I shall be taking what is mine, now." A massive portal erupted behind the door, and a pair of icy black hands reached out, groping for the item in front of it. "Easy," he yelled at the creature, "It's right in front of you." A rumble shook the entire building, setting off multiple alarms, "It's a door you lumbering oaf. Of course it's not going to move."

His eyes peered down to see two items that intrigued him. One was a plain blade, with a ruby hilt, whereas the other looked too much like a fiber glass egg, but with a red button on top. The warlock's eyes narrowed at the object, and, turning around he yelled snarling with rage, "This is my technology. How the hell did you monkeys get your slimy hands on it?!" He calmed his composure, before saying with a slow grin, "I will be speaking to my underlings about this. For now," he pressed the red button, tossing it towards the opening, "please enjoy the atomizer. Everything will be obliterated within ten seconds. Farewell." He left them to their fate, then, walking directly into the portal.

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Nicolai, Scarlet, & Alleyson

Upon Scarlet speaking the incantation, they were immediately whisked away before the final steps could be taken to keep them there. Nicolai grunted as he looked around at the familiar place. Blood continued to seep from his wound as he tried standing. Alleyson helped Nicolai by placing herself under his uninjured arm and keeping pace with his movements. As the three ventured into the large white mansion, Nicolai slowly began to talk.

"This is the Amazonian Base. It is the place where all Mystics have resided once in their life. This is the place you'll learn, train and develop your skills as a mystic."

Nicolai swooned a bit, but Alleyson kept him upright cursing under her breath as they entered in.

Naja had just exited his study when he saw them enter.

"What has happened?" the all knowing elder asked as he read their minds before they could answer, "take him to the main hall."

Naja followed the three as they made their way into the main hall. When they entered in, Nicolai collapsed, nearly taking Alleyson down with him. Naja quickly moved to Nicolai's injured arm.

"Dark magic. I recognize this type of wound anywhere. Lord Manacia!" Naja spoke as he began chanting. The atmosphere around them began to shift, and Naja's chanting began to fill every ear.

As Naja's hands began to glow a eerie green, Laea moved all of the mystics away from Nicolai and Naja, in order to give the high elder room.

"It.......hurts....." Nicolai grunted out as he prepared for the healing.

When Naja pressed his glowing hands against the wound, Nicolai grunted loudly before screaming in pain. His body convulsed the entire time the healing was taking place before falling limp. Naja looked into Nicolai's eyes and could tell the man was weak from the dark magic, and quickly helped him to his feet.

"Alas any later and that arm would've been removed," Naja stated as he stood in front of the mystics, "Now then, you have questions, I have answers. Shoot!"

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Character Portrait: Daimion "Th'Drago" Shadowsoul Character Portrait: Suyag Deaslamoaned Character Portrait: Naja Nato DeLotus Character Portrait: Alisarrian "Lord Manacia" Timura Character Portrait: Chen YanYu Character Portrait: Talia Merda Lena Character Portrait: Alleyson Rosewright Character Portrait: Scarlet Lagorúthel Character Portrait: Dorián TóMar Holden Character Portrait: Blaidd Drewg Character Portrait: Willow Gonovian Character Portrait: Syeira Eason Character Portrait: Casamir Eason Character Portrait: Kurama Rolando Sakura
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Naja smiled when Alleyson began to speak. She was a spunky one that much was asserted, and after she finished speaking, Naja nodded and waved his hand, creating a large screen of sorts in mid air. He then began to speak, the screen showing what he spoke about.

"Long ago, the world was nearly destroyed by a dark tyrant. This creature ravaged Earth, claiming many lives and enslaving many more. His name was Lord Azael, and he was the founder of the Nobility. To combat this evil, the High Council of Good Magic called forth twelve young warriors. It was my duty to train these twelve young warriors in order to put an end to Lord Azael and his corruption. These twelve warriors weren't just humans as you may think, but were different races. Some were elves, some were demon, some were angels and some were fae. Even dragons were enlisted, as well as beings from other universes and galaxies. These beings were the perfect candidates to teach the forbidden elemental magicks. So, I trained them in the forbidden magicks, teaching them and guiding them to one day put an end to Lord Azael."

Naja stopped speaking, looking at each of their faces to make sure they were listening before he continued.

"The High Council decreed that this group should have a name, and thus called them Mystics, protectors of Earth Realm and the Universe. After the High Council approved of this, they sent each of the mystics into battle against Lord Azael. Never before had I seen such courage. The battle raged for millennia it seemed until the twelve, who were now only four, sealed Lord Azael away forever deep inside what is now Mount Fuji. The High Council cursed me with immortality in order to keep the teachings of the mystics alive, but as years went on and my students died one by one, I became discouraged. The only students that remain are Nicolai and Laea. These two were gifted immortality because of their race. Laea is an angel, and Nicolai is a rock fae."

Naja stopped talking once again in order to gauge the groups reaction to what he was telling them.

"It was when Lord Manacia came into power over the Nobility that I began my search for the next mystics. For you see, after the first mystics, their legacy was passed down to their children, and their children's children, and their children's children's children. The tattoo that is upon each of you is not just there for show, it was passed down in your DNA. It was a way for safe passage to and from different realms as well as a way to judge friend from foe. It is my fault that the teachings of the mystics died away. I did not want to train any more students and have to watch them die whilst I lived on, and so I went into battle with Lord Manacia and his generals along with Nicolai and Laea, and after an intense battle, both sides dispersed and went underground. It has been my job for many many countless years to keep this war out of human perception. So I take the liberty of wiping clean the memories of any human who accidentally crosses over. Now, Lord Manacia is back. He is threatening to spill our existence over into the human world, but we can not let that happen. If he does, the human's will go chaotic, and the world will plunge into darkness. This is the reason I summoned you all here. Lord Manacia, Daimion, Blaidd, Suyag, and others like them are seeking out ways to enslave this world. Your families, your friends, everything will be lost if we do not stop them. I can not MAKE you choose this life, I can only lead you to it. You will have to go through immense training, your mystic magicks must be unlocked, and you will have to leave your home. There will be no turning back once you accept, but believe me when I say this. Lord Manacia and his generals will NOT stop hunting you. It will be easier for them to take over if you all are removed from the picture."

Naja stopped talking and waved his hand to remove the screen which had shown the exact events as they had happened.

"I will give you a moment to process all the information I have just delivered unto you. If you have any more questions, please ask them now or forever hold your peace."

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Character Portrait: Naja Nato DeLotus Character Portrait: Chen YanYu Character Portrait: Alleyson Rosewright Character Portrait: Scarlet Lagorúthel Character Portrait: Dorián TóMar Holden Character Portrait: Willow Gonovian Character Portrait: Syeira Eason Character Portrait: Casamir Eason Character Portrait: Kurama Rolando Sakura
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Listening to Nicolai explain where they currently were, though avoiding looking at him almost completely; keeping her eyes planted firmly on the door of the large white house. Entering the building, Naja came walking out of one room to see them. Distress came over the elder's features before asking about what happened. Mouths opened to explain but Naja simply told them to guide the injure man to the main hall. Just as they were entering the room, Nicolai collapsed, bringing Alleyson down along with him, Scarlet could've easily balanced them out and she was about to grab onto him, but a glimpse of red sent her cringing back. She watched from her peripheral vision as Naja grabbed onto his friend's arm before feeling the painfully familiar sensation of being teleported. Keeping her arms crossed she looked up once she felt the strange feeling stop and found a woman that had the same feeling of a presence as the other two elder mystics. Though she was only the first one she noticed before noticing all the others around the room.

She didn't even notice Naja walk into the room until Alleyson spoke up. Getting used to her profanity, Scarlet simply looked up at Naja expecting an answer. Waving his hand in the air, a screen appeared out of thin air. He started to explain the history of the Mystics and the fate of the last war. He also mentioned our little friends Lord Manacia and Daimion as the Nobility's leader and general. A thoughtful look formed on Scarlet's face as she took in the situation. If she didn't join this... group there was a chance that the whole world as she knew it will cease to exist. On the other hand, if she did, she would be putting her life on the line and she'd be protecting everyone she ever cared about. It wasn't a very hard choice, honestly, though the fact that her parents were most likely at home wondering where the hell she went, maybe even if she got kidnapped and or murdered by the strange man.

Looking around at the others, she felt several different auras radiating from them. A tall brunette and a red head stood close to each other and gave off a rather magical feel, though different from the feel of Naja and the other Mystics. Two males, one with black hair that gave her a rather familiar aura feel, though had a rather dark feel, and one with a head of white and dark blue streaks, gave her the feel of completely different beings in one, stood together as well. A girl that gave her the same feel as the red head, wearing a full black outfit. Scarlet's piercing blue eyes landed on the girl that's been giving her the strangest feel. With long black hair, and rather Asian features, the girl gave off a superior feel, but that's not what made her stick out from the others. Scarlet felt something bigger in her aura and something that made her feel inferior. While observing the girl, she jumped slightly when she started to talk. She asked Naja the questions she, herself, has been meaning to ask. Looking towards their "teacher" she awaited an answer, or rather, answers along with the others.

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Character Portrait: Daimion "Th'Drago" Shadowsoul Character Portrait: Suyag Deaslamoaned Character Portrait: Scarlet Lagorúthel
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With an increasing pain blossoming beneath his brow, Daimion awoke slowly, but fell out of his bed with a muffled 'thump'. "<Ow,>" he muttered to himself, rubbing a sore forehead slowly. A small sleep was needed for the body to rest, as his own inner demon would tell him on a daily basis. His own grumblings would cause it to laugh, creating a headache which lasted until it stopped. "<What's new on the agenda,>" he called out into the darkness, and as he called out, flame erupted around him, revealing a cavern-like domain filled with various alchemical devices and weapons. There were humanoids wearing white hazmat suits, running around, checking on such devices. Lightening arched from one of the devices far above him, smiting one of the humanoids full in the chest. The body of the creature flew out, away from the devices, disintegrating into nothing, not even ash alighted the floor as it flew. Cheers and whooping noises erupted from above, as others cried out their successions with the machine they just used.

He, himself, had his own victories earlier that day, before his 'short' nap. The mole that had given his own technologies away to the human world was found, and had to watch as his own family, right down to the infants, were tortured and killed. Instead of letting him die, then, they summoned a Fear Demon to inhabit his body, making him relive the events over and over again while strapped to a bed. It was a message to everyone there, do not give away his technology, or end up a mortified vegetable. It had worked, because, after an inventory of his equipment, it had increased by fifty percent. 'There were more... moles than the one found, correct?' His inner demon asked slowly, and at his own nod, it stilled itself and watched through his own eyes.

An imp appeared next to him, suddenly, holding up an ipad which displayed new paperwork for him to sign. One was about a new weapon, whereas another was to schedule a meeting with a silly human that wanted access to his facilities. Daimion had signed the forms for the new weapon designed, and trashed the other forms. A war was blooming once more, and the dealings with humans will wait until they are needed. A new thought flashed through his brain, and he quickly summoned one of his underlings before it vanished. "<Summon Suyag. Or, rather, invite him here. He will be wanting what I have for the upcoming war.>" He turned his back, then, and walked down a small corridor full of doors. Upon stopping at one of the doors, he peered in, staring at a lone elf who was currently hooked up to a machine. The machine was there to make sure the elf had enough nutrients in its body to keep it alive. "And how are we doing today, my good elf?" He asked, as he opened the door, and stepped inside.

"You bastard," the elf roared at him, trying to escape the bonds that had wrapped him securely to the bed he occupied. "When I get out of here..."

"If you get out of here, Mr. Lagorúthel, but you won't. Oh, you can try to leave, but your petty magicks will not help you, and my underlings will, of course, bring you right back here, but with a few more bruises." The elf had escaped once already, and a golem of steel had smashed his femur to stop him. The bone had healed, but the elf's mannerisms have not improved. In fact, they had become more violent. The most recent bout of violence was of the elf trying to spit at him. Other than that, his struggles against the bonds were useless, as they were strengthened by a reversal magick the demon had created. If a magickal creature were to be ensnared by the bonds, then it would drawn upon said creature's magick to make it impossible to break. The only way to break it is by applying a void-like magick that only the highest of demons would know. Lucky for him, his own inner demon was one of the highest.

"Now then, my good elf Lagorúthel," He said with a growing smile, "You are going to tell me everything about your darling daughter, or I will turn you over to my associate. Who, by the by, is a wonderful old vampire by the name of Suyag." The elf's eyes widened to saucers. "Oh good," Daimion grinned a ferocious grin, "You do know of him, and here I thought I would have to explain him to you." With a shrug of his shoulders, he settled down upon the elf's bed, and asked, "What is the story behind Scarlet Lagorúthel? I wish to know everything about her." His eyes became serpentine, and bore directly into Mr. Lagorúthel's, opening a pathway into his mind.