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Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot

Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot

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Seer's are people that are born with the ability to see the Gods. Their purpose is to keep the Gods from killing innocents. However, there is an even bigger problem now. One of the Seers has been possessed and is hell bent on destroying everything.

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Introduction

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A Seer is born every twenty years and successes their mother or father. Seer's are born from a certain family line. There are only four known families that sire Seers. Not all of the families bare a Seer, sometimes there can be only one Seer living, or there can be more than one. Recorded history dates that there has never been a time so far that there was more than four Seers at one time.

For the past several years there has been only one Seer, but now there are five of them. The balance is skewed, and what is worse, the fifth Seer was left without a Guardian when she was first possessed and she’d been possessed earlier than the twenty year mark. She is also from a family that no one has heard about before ever bearing a Seer. She had been possessed by a very powerful God and killed her Guardian when he tried to remove the God from her body. At the moment no one knows her whereabouts and the other families have not said anything to their heirs because of fear of panic in the families as nothing like this has happened before.

At the moment the families are concentrating on finding out if their children will become Seer’s or not. It is a delicate process for one to become a Seer as no one knows who will inherit the abilities until the last possible moment. The twenty year mark is the only time line they have to judge if their children will be a Seer or not. Once their children turn twenty years old it is determined if they’ve inherited the power. A Seer is chosen when they are possessed by a spirit. When they are possessed by a God or Goddess, that is when they will find out who their Guardian will be. A Guardian is chosen if someone can remove the possession from the Seer. The Guardian does not know that they will be a Guardian until the possession happens on the twenty year mark. Once the possession happens, the Guardian will automatically move to help the Seer and remove the possessing God or Goddess. However, if there is no Guardian around to help, or they fail to remove the God/Goddess, the Seer’s parent’s Guardian will help if things grow to extremes.

Seers will always have their Guardian around them, or close by. Their parents Guardian will escort them during this tenuous time starting about a week before the twentieth day cycle (in other words, a week before the child is to turn twenty years old). It’s a protection measure only, and they do not do anything for the Seer if they are possessed as they are looking for a Guardian to take over. They will only remove the possession if no Guardian steps up to help them.

Once a Seer and Guardian are paired, the Seer will start their one year training. During this year they will learn more about the Gods and Goddesses from their parents, and will learn more spells from their parents as well, but most importantly they will learn from experiences. The new Seers will be thrown out into the world with little to no help because the traditions are that they are to learn by experiencing it all, including being possessed and the very real danger of killing those around them or being killed themselves. Not all Guardians and Seers get along, especially in the beginning when they first learn that one is the Seer and the other the Guardian. However, that’s not always the case, sometimes the pairings work out well. It just depends. In any case, Seers and Guardians learn together and are supposed to be with each other at all times (though this doesn’t happen all the time… as mentioned it depends on the relationship between the two at the start).

After the year mark has been hit, the child will have (hopefully) gained all of their power by then and will become a full fledged Seer. Their parent will lose the ability to see Gods and Goddesses and will no longer be able to use the magic system too. However, their parents Guardian’s will stay with them because the family is still in danger of being attacked by a rampant God/Goddess, especially if their child is possessed and the child’s Guardian loses their life to that God/Goddess. Other than that, all of the responsibilities of being a Seer transfer to the son or daughter then and it is their duty to keep the Gods and Goddesses at bay, to keep them from running rampant around the world destroying everything.

Also, the people in the world do know about Seers and the Gods and Goddesses. However, they do not know everything that comes with being a Seer and the Seers battle with the Gods and Goddesses of the world. They are ignorant to the fact and even if they were to ask the Seers what they do for a living, the simple answer is that they work in shrines of a sort. Seers tend not to give out what they do freely, and will only speak on those matters with their Guardians and other family members. There is also a misunderstanding with the regular humans of the world regarding the Seers and the way they become possessed. Some human's think that when a Seer is possessed, that they are defiling the God or Goddess and will want nothing to do with that Seer. Others think that the Seer's are monsters of a kind and instead of being possessed by Gods or Goddesses, they are being possessed by Demons and think of Seers as twisted, vile beings. Those that think this, usually are the ones who will fight against a Seer and their Guardian. However, there are still human's who do not think either of these things and will simply leave the Seers be.



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Seer; a person who can see Gods and Goddesses and is highly likely to become possessed by them. A Seer's power is very potent and ranges from simple constructions to complex ones depending on the person and their understanding of the system and knowing how much they can handle themselves. Seers remain conscious of their actions if they are ever possessed by a God or Goddess. A Seer can cast a protection spell over themselves to help keep Gods and Goddesses from possessing them. The main job the Seer is laden with is to protect civilians from the ongoing war between the Gods and Goddesses.

Guardian; a person who will guard the Seer from dangerous people. They can also protect the Seer from the Gods and Goddesses that wish to use the Seer for their own evil deeds. They can force the God or Goddess to leave the Seer's body via magic. This magic is usually a signature action, meaning that in order to force a God or Goddess to leave the Seers body, they have a certain way of doing so. For example: Kissing the Seer, weaving a spell directed at the Seer’s body, manifesting an object and using it on the Seer. These types of actions depend on the Guardian. The action will remain the same every time to remove a possession. Also, they can also cast a protection spell that will help to keep the Gods and Goddesses from entering the Seers body. The more complex the spell of protection is, the harder it will be for a God or Goddess to break that spell to possess the Seer.



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Magic in this world is all virtual reality that can be created from a technology that was discovered many years ago. Technology has advanced so much in this world that nearly everything could be considered 'virtual'. The only solids in this world are the cars, the buildings, animals, humans and the computers (computers are the mainframe of the system).

The way that magic is used is by an interface that someone can bring up by simply swiping their hand on their right or left side in the air, just below eye level. This brings up a screen next to the person with an empty space. Spells are created by using the fingers to tap, swipe, and create symbols and other designs via the fingers on the open screen. Once the spell is finished on the pad, to activate it is to simply put ones hand over the entire spell and drag it off the screen towards what you wish to have it engage in/on. Basic spells are common for every person, they become complex and different as a user grows and adds things to their already existing knowledge of spells. Simply put, a user can experiment with the system to create new things.

Spells are limited. The more complex a spell is, the more time it will take for the system to 'reset' itself and be ready to use for another spell. Think of it like a cool down time. You cannot use the system right after using a spell from it otherwise you risk overloading the system and forcing it to close down on itself. Basic spells take only a couple of seconds to reset after being dragged off the application and put into use. However, as the user adds to its complexity, the longer it will begin to take to reset itself.

Spells can range from healing, creating elemental attacks like a fireball, to creating objects that can be touched. The length of time these virtual illusions last depends on how complex the user created the spell. The basics have an average time of five minutes at most. Each addition to the basic spell will add another minute to how long it will last.

Complex spells are very hard to create. An understanding of the system is required and it's done via trial and error. Not all complex spells will work with the system so it takes time to create something very powerful. When a spell that's been created works, the system will save its premise or basic design, but the creator must remember how they created it in the first place in order to activate it again. Simply drawing in the wrong direction will make or break a spell. Therefore, when making very complex spells, the user either has to be overly smart or have very good memory and luck.



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There are many Gods and Goddesses that roam the lands, heavens and other places. Not all of these deities are good, many of them have their own agendas and ideas as to how the world should be ruled. Some are just tricksters who enjoy causing trouble and chaos to the humans. There are lesser Gods that hold very little power and many of them are seeking to gain more power, they can do this by possessing a Seer and stealing power from others. The lesser Gods go after humans who wield power and will kill them by absorbing their energy. Human’s who can create very powerful spells are considered more valuable than others because of their knowledge. Lesser Gods believe that humans with more knowledge are therefore more powerful than other humans and if they absorb that human’s life energy, they will grow stronger, which is –in a sense- true.

The lesser Gods outnumber the powerful Gods that are worshipped by the people. There are only a handful of powerful Gods that are well known around the land. The upper Gods hold power over: Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Destruction, and Creation. The lower class Gods control random powers, some that are considered irrelevant, however these powers are still dangerous.


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Seer 1: Kilia Yve Linovahle ~ Played by Qaida

Guardian 1: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey ~ Played by Firewind

Seer 2: Soran Feliy Reigailia ~ Played by Qaida

Guardian 2: Reserved for jukuma

Seer 3: Dante Mortem ~ Played by Libidinosus

Guardian 3: Kazar Azure Jadgarus ~ Played by EuEuEuX

Seer 4: Tristan Belvedere ~ Played by girlwt

Guardian 4: Abel Cas ~ Played by Aethus



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Here are a couple of rules that are very important to the Roleplay.

1) I want active writers. One to two posts a week. If you cannot make this quota, than don't bother signing up.

2) Decent sized posts. A couple paragraphs minimum please! 600 words or so :)

3) This Roleplay will have suggestive adult themes. What I don't want is sex scenes. A lead up to one is perfectly fine, so long as it's tastefully done. Anything further, take to PM or whatever.

4) Respect each other in the OOC. I don't mind having conflicting characters in RP, but don't be rude to each other as writers.

5) Do not take over another character unless given permission to do so (and let me know too otherwise I'll think you've violated this rule)

6) No overly powerful characters!!! Make sure your strengths and weaknesses balance each other out and during RP if you do not let your character take any damage when they should have, I will force damage myself and you will have to deal with it.

7) Have fun!!! ^.^ I'm very open minded and I am easy going. If you have any ideas to add to the RP please feel free to let me know. I'm down for just about anything.

8) If you've read everything and were good, put in your Character Sheet somewhere : "Power" I'll be looking for it >.>

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A few hours later

Soran fell back, arms outstretched across the grass as the sunlight was just hitting midsky. It was probably lunch time soon and he was extremely tired. Panting a bit he swallowed and closed his eyes, "I take it back..." he panted, "This isn't fun... anymore... you're the freakin' devil... the hell..." he complained, sweat coating his forehead.

Deriea appeared over him and knelt down to poke his head while she spoke, "If you can't handle this, then we have problems. We haven't even moved up to targets chasing you. They're just moving now. And all I've asked is for you all to create things faster, make faster decisions. The Gods' not going to wait for you to figure out how you want to break it. Come on, get up, two more, then I'll let you eat," she said with a wicked grin as she continued to poke his forehead.

"Aww..." he groaned and his hands flailed at her to get her to stop poking him.

Tristan had sat down on the steps of the porch, breathing just as hard, he had to wonder why anyone would think this was fun. His arms felt like jelly, and having not gotten very much sleep last night was really catching up to him. He sort of felt like he couldn't do one more thing. But he chuckled as he watched Deriea poke the blonde seer, of course he sort of hoped the other didn't see him.

Laying down in his own territory of grass, Rethyn had removed his soaked shirt as he begun to wonder if it had rained from the amount of sweat dripping from him. She had made him preform a horrid version of sprints with teleports and which one he had grown more and more tired until he begun to fail mid flash.

Panting, Rethyn rubbed his hand over his forehead to just feel his hand get covered in sweat. As if he had recived a full body workout the majoirty of the muscles groups upon him were screaming. Especially his core of which he felt if he tried to sit up would just fail him.

Sitting in her own patch of grass, Sina kept yelling to her magic system with star eyes. "Jayce....Jayce? Speak come on damn you!"

"Mad'am....I must say it's been a pleasure working with you..but it is my time."

"That's what you said the last twenty damned times I overheated you jackass! You know what I am going to replace you with Vladimir's A.I. He at least knows how to talk smoothly!"

Sitting up, Soran gave Deriea a sour look and then released a heavy sigh, "Fine, two more but then I'm done, no more until I eat and relax for a bit."

"Relax? Oh you mean go have fun with your lover right?"

"Deriea!!" Soran hollered as he turned bright red and flailed even more as he turned to her. Losing his balance a bit he fell onto his back a second time and Deriea stood up giggling as she went.

"Oh, just asking. Wasn't sure what you meant, but now I know. Anyhow, two more, get to it lover boy or I'll just have to keep him busy for a while longer, hows that?"

Soran huffed, glowered at her and rolled over onto his stomach. The magic system opened up and in about five or so minutes, he pulled from the pad another very large rifle. He was getting a slight bit faster, the weapons still just as powerful if not more so. Deriea lifted up her hand, swiping it through the air and the ground trembled again. The pile of rocks that were a good distance away from them, shuddered and then pulled back together into the two human like dummies that she'd been using to force him to practice on.

"Alright, you two know the drill by now, except now I want you to do it in... oh... thirty seconds," she said with an evil grin back to Tristan, "Don't take them both out and we'll just have to say no to lunch, " she shrugged.

"I hate you..." Soran mumbled.

Tristan groaned as he got up and looked at the distance of the dummies. God could he even get something that far....

"Don't worry, I'll hit it," Soran said, his voice confident as he lay there, leaned against his weapon.

Tristan decided to do a little cheating, cause he wanted to go eat lunch. He pulled a little gold bullet off his pad, "here try that." He looked at the pink-haired seer, "you want to try out that protection spell, on that dummy on the right." He wanted to make sure nothing was going to happen to it.

Kilia looked over to him and raised an eyebrow, "Uh... sure I guess. I don't know how well this going to go though," she said as she looked down at her pad and the spell she'd been working on the entire time. She'd gone through about five spells so far. This one had taken her the longest to create. With a frown, she pulled it off the pad and aimed it to the one that Tristan wanted. Golden light laced with a bit of blue curled around the rock dummy. With a shrug she tilted her head.

"Yeah, no idea what that is..."

Soran grinned, "So long as it does what it's supposed to I think we're good Kilia," he said and loaded the bullet given to him. It took him half a second to aim, and then he fired almost immediately after. The gun exploded the round, a bit of smoke curling from the barrel. Soran winced, "My shoulder is going to be so bruised... I swear Tristan. You're like making those things out of freakin titanium or something."

"I could use whatever that...comic book character was made out of," he smirked slightly. Ok so that showed his geeky side. The bullet slowed just as it got near the dummy on the left, suddenly the top popped open and a hugh hammer came out and smashed down on the dummy. Whatever Kilia's spell did even made the pieces of that dummy fly in the opposite direction. "Hey look at that...30 seconds to be exact."

"Well well... lover boy can come up with something both powerful and comical. I like it. Didn't expect you to protect the one dummy though... why did you do that? Preparation for something? In case that was... say an ally I suppose," Deriea shrugged. She stretched a bit, "Hmm... well. Very interesting. Go eat, come back a little later."

Soran turned to Tristan, a grin on his lips, "You make some really interesting things, baby," he held up his hand as he rolled to his back, wanting the other boy to help him up.

Tristan looked at Deriea, he actually hadn't thought of that, but now that she said it made him wonder. What if that was an ally...it somehow put things in perspective. He looked down at Soran, "Only for you," he said teasing slightly in return. He grabbed the others hand and pulled him up.

As Tristan pulled him up, Soran bounced forward on his feet and planted a quick kiss on the boys mouth before dancing away with his mischevious look and heading for the house. Turning, he walked backwards, smiling as he went before sticking his tongue out, "I'm hungry and that spagehtti is calling my name. None for you!" he said with a laugh and bolted for the door.

Kilia walked up to the house as well, looking back to Tristan, "Don't worry, I think he'll share... well, maybe," she said and then laughed a bit, "You should hurry if you want anything to eat," the pink-haired Seer said as she made her way over to Rethyn who was stretched out across the yard just like Soran had been a moment before. Leaning over him she smiled, "Come on, lets go eat."

Wrapping his hands around his raised left knee, Rethyn pulled himself up as he stumbled for a second. Grasping Kilia's shoulder, Rethyn regained balance before letting go and following her along to go and get some food. Behind him he had left behind his shirt as in his mind he was very focused on the concept of food.

"Oh... you okay?" She asked softly as he stumbled a bit and used her to steady himself, he looked rather tired and she nibbled at her lip, also trying to ignore the fact that he was without his shirt as he made his way towards the house. Walking behind him, she allowed herself to just stare without being caught, her cheeks growing slightly red as she followed him.

Tristan just shook his head at the blonde, and glanced at Deriea. "I blame you," he muttered underneath his breath. He watched the interaction between Kilia and Rethyn...did he miss something over the past few days. He stratched his head and shrugged his shoulders. He was to tired to anything but walk slowly to the house, just realishing the feel of the air-conditioning for a minute.

From behind, Sina sneaked up creepishly close to Kilia as she whispered into her ear. "And they say I am obvious." With a cackle she quickly skipped away from KIlia as she passed Rethyn. To him she threw a wink before looking back to Kilia with a cat like stare.

Just as she reached the door of the house she said to Rethyn. "Blue eyes-kun you gotta tell me how you turned her."

Red jolted through Rethyn as she had both winked at him with Kilia there and asked a very forward question. Even though he didn't have the same context as Sina, it was still a rather surprise of a question.

Losing his balance, Rethyn nearly face planted as he was able to narrowly put his hand in the way from the ground. Growling in annoyance to Sina he barked to her. "You seriously need to get a life!"

Still referencing her romance manga Sina said with a wink. "Could you bring me into the coven~?" With a little giggle and a half bow she jumped from her step into the house to dodge further tongue lashings from Rethyn.

Kilia came to crashing halt as she took the steps and watched Sina in absolute horror as the woman asked Rethyn how he'd 'turned' her. Kilia, froze for a good full minute and then she let out a slight squeak, first because she was embarrassed and her face was awfully red, then she squeaked again as Rethyn tumbled forward, just barely catching himself. Moving, she went to him immediately, "R-Rethyn... you... okay?"

At Sina's second question, Kilia was seriously confused, "Coven?" she repeated and then shook her head as she helped Rethyn into the house from the porch.

River smiled at Tristan as he slowly moved into the house, "Come eat, ice tea and some sandwiches for you all. Although... I think Soran has probably just keeled over," she said as she looked over her shoulder at her son. The boy was stretched out across the table, half sprawled in the seat as he sat there panting heavily.

"This... sucks..." he said slowly.

"You're own fault you ran in here, silly child of mine."

"What happened to the spagehtti?" he moaned.

"It's gone. You ate it already."

Tristan looked slightly worried at Soran, but then realized he was disappointed about the spagehtti. He grabbed a glass and got some water, and drank it slowly. "Sandwiches sound great...I need to wait for a couple a minutes though." He was more worried about eating anything and then having to go back out there with the training goddess from hell. He would have to eat something though, he didn't want to collapse on any of them.

"Take your time," River said with a smile. She had something her hands as she moved over to Soran who was still stretched out across the table, eyes half closed as if he were about to fall asleep. Running her fingers through his hair he seemed to relax even more until she dropped something across the back of his neck and down his shirt.

He gave a loud, high pitched cry and came forward, hitting the table rather hard with his chest and groaning at the same time but also still trying to get whatever she'd put down his back from under his shirt. River, with an evil grin, put one hand on his shoulder, and rubbed at his back. Making him flinch and try to get free.

"Momma!!!" he yelled.

"What's the matter baby, I thought you were really hot? Isn't this helping?" she said as she laughed.

"Cold!!! Really cold... really really cold... Momma stop!! It's cold!"

Tristan choked on the swallow of water he had he wasn't expecting that, he turned trying to hide his laughter from the other. In fact he wanted to laugh so hard that he decided to be on the safe side he would find someplace else to eat. He grabbed half of a sandwich and his glass, and headed to the living room, yet as he left one could hear his laughter getting bigger.

Soran finally managed to get free, but by then all of the ice his mother had dumped down his shirt had melted. He stuck his tongue out at her before he said to Tristan, "I heard that!! You traitor!!" He was about to say something else, when a somewhat evil idea came to mind. He giggled to himself as he got up and went to the kitchen. As queitly as he could, he put handful after handful of ice in a cup. For a moment he had a really evil thought but decided even that was a bit too cruel and so settled for his original idea.

He left the room, his lips pulled up into a wild grin as he tried his hardest to keep his giggling to himself. Sneaking up to Tristan as best he could, he reached out slowly. Taking hold of the shirt he pulled it back and dumped the entire contents of the cup down the back of Tristan's shirt, then laughed, hard as he grabbed a couple of peices and made sure to keep them right in the middle of his back.

Tristan's first reaction was to curse rather loudly..."Sorannn," he said as he tried to pull out of the other's grasp. "You little..." he was jumping up and down trying to get the ice out of his shirt. "Ok...sorry I laughed," he said as he finally got the last piece to drop to the floor.

"Aha! My new weapon against you," Soran declared with a look like he'd won. He held up the cup triumphantly as he grinned, laughing all the while. That was probably the most hilarious thing he'd ever seen Tristan do.

River, who was now leaning against the wall that led into the kitchen, shook her head as she smiled at them, "Nice. Now clean up the ice before it melts and Grayson finds out. He'll make you do worse than just pick up ice chunks with your bare hands..." she said with a grin.

Tristan nodded in River's direction and didn't have to be told twice when it came to Grayson. He picked up a few pieces and put them back in Soran's cup. He leaned in as he did and whispered to the other, "You know if you wanted to play with ice, you could have just told me."

Soran's gaze grew wide, his cheeks and across his nose turning red. He shook his head a bit, trying to rid his mind of... other thoughts, "You... wait... what would... how..." obviously it was failing. Now he was curious, that was bad. It took him a moment and then he leaned in to, a small grin on his face, "So... if I ate a peice, would you help? I mean... chewing on ice is bad right. So, we'd have to have it melt somehow," he teased with a laugh.

"Oh...it will melt." Tristan said as he leaned away. A look that spoke volumes aimed at the blond. It was like Tristan had something in mind to say the least.

Soran swallowed, his heart beat increasing as he watched Tristan. He knew that look, very well in fact. With a glance back over his shoulder, he noted that his mother had left the room and bent down to pickup the rest of the ice. As he stood up, he took a step closer to Tristan, "So... what were you planning? I mean... honestly if you wanted to play with ice too... I think it'd melt too quickly," he grinned, "You're too hot for it. Gonna need a lot of ice, baby," he laughed.

Tristan chuckled, "Well if that is what it takes." All in all he actually wondered if the blonde would let him. He looked at the other, his expression changing now, "I love you baby, you know that."

His laugh had turned nervous when Tristan responded to the part of having to have a lot of ice. But then, his laugh turned into a curious look on his face before he smiled. Setting the cup down, he moved and reached up. Both arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck as he leaned in on Tristan, "Yes. I know. I love you too. More than you will ever know," he said. Tilting his head a bit, he stretched up and hovered just out of reach of Tristan's lips, a small smile playing on his face.

Tristan watched and as the other wrapped his arms around his shoulders he wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist. He got a slight grin when the other just hovered out of reach of a kiss. He finished the distance on his own and took the other's lips in a gentle kiss.

Soran kissed him back, letting the other start it. He pulled away after a while and sighed, "I love kissing you..." he said. With a heavy sigh, he looked back at the kitchen, "I'm so hungry..." his stomach growled as if to exaggerate his words and he blushed a bit, "Well.. shall we eat? Then... I want to sleep. Before she kills us," he glowered at the door that led outside. With a groaning sigh, he fell against Tristan, letting the boy hold him up, "She's such a freakin' drill seargent..."

"Sounds like a plan, just don't eat to much, we don't know what her plans are just yet." He must of devoured the half of sandwich he took because he didn't see it anywhere. "ok lets get back to the kitchen."




Later that afternoon

"Alright, you all look like you've rested enough," Deriea said with a smirk, "Now we'll kick it up a notch," she continued as she crossed her arms, lifting her head up a bit.

Looking to Rethyn first she waved her hand and in the trees, the limbs reshaped themselves to look like some sort of target, "You, do your teleporting, and hit each one. They'll move too so you better be careful. Don't worry , they aren't going to attack you, they'll just move as you finish your teleport. Anticipate it, my strange little mortal."

Her gaze moved from him to Sina, "Enhanced strength, speed and endurance. Such an interesting set of magic skills," the goddess said as she regarded the woman, "Keep practicing what you were before, you're wearing out your system too fast. There are better ways, little mortal. Hone down those attacks of yours, make it smoother, faster, cleaner... these are yours, and like his," she motioned to Rethyn, "They'll move. Have fun," she said as a pile of destroyed rocks suddenly reshaped themselves a little bit to their right.

Looking at Kilia, she motioned for her to come next to her, the pink haired Seer did so, "You, are going to protect this rock right here," she said and pointed to a rather good sized boulder, "But not all of it. Just parts of it. I will be attacking it. I want you to protect the spots I attack, much like if you were to say... protect one of them?" she motioned out to the others. Kilia nibbled on her lip before she nodded a bit.

To Tristan she gave him a very big smile that could be nothing less than mischevious and sarcastic. Her eyebrow twitched just a bit as she gazed at him, "You, are going to enjoy pounding away at that rock wall," as she said this, a solid wall pulled up behind her with a wave of her fingers, "and no help from anyone else. Your goal is to break it in a handful of strikes."

"And you," finally she turned to Soran, "Lets see how good you are in close quarters," Surrounding Soran a handful of rock dummies popped up and began moving a bit. The blonde Seer eyed the rocks carefully as he swiped open his magic system and a pair of handguns were pulled off the pad, materalizing in his hands.

Deriea waved her hand at them all, "Ready... go!"

Tristan stared at the rock wall and then back at Deriea, she must have been punishing him for something. Okay pound at the wall a break it in a handful of strikes. He wondered if he had a jackhammer somewhere in his pad. Yet that would defeat the whole purpose now wouldn't it. He looked at the wall again, sort of like what he had done before. He looked at his pad and got a grin on his face. She did say pound, now didn't she.

He skipped over a couple of details in making his creation, they didn't really apply in this situation anyways. He got it done and looked at it...damn he messed up somewhere. He put it off to the side, and looked at his pad. Was he overly tired and just not paying attention anymore. "Damn, damn da..." Tristan decided that cursing wasn't helping him.

He sighed now his head was pounding, which was perfect, cause all he needed was a headache. He kinda wondered if he could give the rock wall a headache. He scrapped the orginal plan...he had to come back to it later on and figure out what he did wrong with it. He got an image in his head and thought for a second. A huge set of headphones came off his pad and he put it on the wall. This was going to get really loud...so he thought he would be nice and try and contain the noise a little. A clear barrier went up only surrounding the wall. He touched something on his pad...ok needed a bigger barrier can that was really loud. He hoped the vibrations would start working, cause this was making his headache worse. And plus...he really hoped he didn't cause a rockslide anywhere else on the mountain.

At the word "go!" Rethyn had zipped over to his intended first time. Coming into range, Rethyn failed to swipe at is as it managed to dodge his stike perfectly. Gritting his teeth, Rethyn did his best to ignore the soreness of which already plagued him as he put more effort into each teleport. First he tried speed, it didn't work as even though he woild preform his ability at a faster rate so did too the speed of their dodge.

With another flash, Rethyn soared above his targets as he went further up airborne. Rethinking he strategy he chose to focus on positioning. Teleporting in from the right flank he swung again to feel his blade merely cleave through the air. Growing frustrated he backed off as he panted in silence.

Standing next to him Sina had found similar results as she had only gained a bloody knuckle from her attempts. "They're fast eh Blue-eyes?"

"Y-yeah. They are." Rethyn responded as he seemed distracted in thought.

Kilia watched as Deriea waved her hand at the rock that she'd told Kilia to protect. Her heart was in her throat as she hovered her hand over the magic pad. little pebbles floated off the ground and then suddenly one shot off, and Kilia freaked out briefly. Her hand flashed off the pad, but the spell missed completely. A little golden circle laced with blue color opened up almost like a circle around one area of the rock, but not where the pepple had struck with rather hard force. Embedded in the rock now, Deriea let out a sigh. Bitting her lip, Kilia tried again.

The second one she missed. The third she missed, the fourth she just barely manged to get a corner of her protection spell to touch. Deriea, all the while frowning as she sent pepple after pebble at the rock, "Concentrate. Watch the rocks, look at where they are going. You are faster than those pebbles, little mortal. Watch those, don't look at your pad, you already know the spell, come on."

Kilia moaned a bit as she reluctantly tore her gaze from the pad and watched the rocks.

"Maximum speed, maximum strength my lady." Vladimir the A.I. spoke as Sina charged her targets at an over the top level of speed. With each stike of either kicks or punches the targets fell quickly to be replaced by more. She had not yielded the words of Deriea as she heard Vladimir's voice begin to give warning. "Woah, my lady you need to pace yourself...You shouldn't rush yourself especially with me in the picture."

Growing annoyied with Vladimir she did her best to tune him out as she continued to waste her power. She had absolutely no idea how to hit the targets otherwise because she could never hit them hard enough or catch them without both. The whole thing was stressing her anyways as she was having a hard time seeing the point.

On the other hand Rethyn had begun to go into the shadows before teleporting to the flanks of his targets. They might of seen the teleport coming, but they never guessed well in how to dodge attacks they could not sense. As he sliced through his last target he felt like was going to vomit. Teleporting while invisble was even more draining than the teleport sprints he had done earlier in that day.

Soran dropped to a more defensive position, both guns raised and he unleashed a flurry of shots that pelted the rock dummies. He ground his teeth as he moved. They were circling around him and though he twisted around fast enough, he always seemed to miss one. Soran had to get out of the circle and put them in front of him. Finally, he caught a pattern of movement. He paced himself, firing off several other shots at the rocks that only made tiny little holes. Soran rolled, pulling away from their circle and making them turn and come for him again. He gave a small grin and unloaded his weapons as he moved backwards as quickly as he could.

Somehow he ended up near where Tristan was, though he was a bit too busy with the rocks chasing him, he did offer the other boy a quick grin as well as a, "Hey baby.. how's it going?" a bit of a laugh on his lips. His left gun burned out and disappeared, making him curse and with his free hand, redraw the next handgun. His other weapon shot off round after round, each one a bit more precise than they had been when he'd been surrounded. Even so, the guns weren't doing as much damage as he wanted. Like everyone else, he was tired too, and his energy was running very low.

Which had probably made him a good target. As the new gun materialized into his hand, he felt a cold grip along his shoulders. He gave a slight gasp as Deriea stopped what she was doing next to Kilia and turned, trying to find something. Whatever had gripped him, pulled him down into the watery depths of his conscious, making everything look like he was under water once again. Shit! he thought frantically.

The god turned him and as his lips turned up into a cruel smile, he fired off three rounds at Tristan with the new weapon and stalked towards the red headed Seer. Soran screamed from his place in the back of his own mind, able to see, but unable to do anything.

"Hello, Seer. Kindly die for me," the god said as he lifted the weapon again and prepared to pull the trigger once more.

Tristan was watching the rock, feeling like he was at a rock concert and he was standing next to the speaker. He thought he saw something and he turned to look in Soran's direction...what the fuck.

The first bullet had gone by him and hit the wall, he saw the chuck fly off. The second one grazed his arm. It hurt slightly more then he cared to admit, and now blood was dripping down his arm. He moved trying to get out of the way of the third one and decided to use the wall as his protection. Yet inside his own barrier the noise was intorable...so he had to turn it down. Now his ears were ringing, and he looked at in the other's directions, "Soran," he yelled, or at least he think he did, he wasn't hearing to good at the moment.

Soran's shoulder raised up as he shook his head a bit, "Wrong," he called out and fired off a round at the wall where Tristan's voice had come from. The gun made a strange sound now, almost like a high pitched whistle before it struck the dirt. He moved as he continued to shoot at the other Seer, the closer he got the more destruction to the wall and within a few paces, the bullets were going through it in small holes.

All Tristan could actually do was duck and cover, he was getting hit by from above by the falling chucks of rock. "Ok...any help here guys would be greatly appriecated." Its not that he couldn't do anything, but looking at his pad, he had enough energy for one good trick, and this one he really didn't want to waste on something stupid. His mind was whirrling, and he started with something on his pad. The only thing was he didn't know what or who he was dealing with other then the fact that it was inside Soran. It was that fact...that also made him hesistat. How were they going to unpossess the seer, his guardian was gone. With a glance he peeked out from behind the wall, to see if he could see the others.

A hand within the shadows was placed upon Tristans shoulder from behind. "Shh." Rethyn said as he looked to his Seer. Whispering with lips close to Tristan's ear Rethyn said. "I believe we should relocate, plan something out, then comeback and strike. Up to you though." Backing up a little, Rethyn kept his hand placed upon Tristan's shoulder as he awaited his Seer's choice

The softer approach was not Sina's approach as the words "Maximum speed" were roared from her magic system. Charging Soran from behind his left shoulder by where the dummies were, Sina planned to nail the short Seer with a slap across the face. As she zoomed in closer she called out "Soran! The hell are you doin'?!"

Soran's frame turned as the woman's voice hollered out at him. He narrowed his eyes at her, "Aren't you making this a bit hard?" he growled softly and turned his weapon towards her. As he turned though, he found the woman to have crossed the distance between them rather quickly. Grinding his teeth, the possessed Seer tried to fire off a round, but she'd moved too close and the gun went off only to bypass her shoulder, taking a few strands of hair at most.

Throwing the slap with excessive force, Sina gritted her teeth as the boy managed to ruin her hair as she lost a few strands. "You asshole!" She yipped at Soran as without even knowing if she landed the other strike she tried to send a snap kick towards the groin of the Seer.

Her hand crossed his face, knocking his head to the side and he stumbled. Recovering just in time, he moved backwards, his arm coming down to block her kick while the other one lifted up the gun and fired off a round aimed for her shoulder. The gun made a loud, high pitched sound and then released the round at her.

Tristan jumped slightly as Rethyn put his hand on his shoulder. He turned...what the heck was his guardian saying. His ears were still ringing. He shook his head trying to get rid of that awful noise. Ok...lets try to talk in a quiet tone..."Over there...," god he hoped that wasn't loud, "over there by the others." He was pointing in the direction of the goddess and Kilia. Why weren't they reacting...was he missing something "wait," he said. "You got enough energy."

He needed to get from behind this wall to say the least. He had another idea, while the guardian was keeping the possessed seer busy for a second, Tristan gave a low whistle, something black slither in his direction. He picked the snake up and let it coil once around his arm. He stared straight into its reddish eyes and whispered one word, "feet".

He let the snake go and it slithered toward the seer and guardian, if it wasn't seen it would wrap itself around the feet of the seer. Tristan hoped that would help the guardian.

Crying out in pain Sina took a couple of steps back as brought her left hand over her left shoulder of which had been riddled by the bullet. Dropping down to one knee from the pain and now loss of control of her left shoulder she spoke quietly to her magic system.

"Maximum endurence, maximum speed."

The pain numbed as first Sina flashed green, then blue as she lunged forward at an alarming speed towards Soran. With only the use of one arm she through a jap in combination with a low kick of which was meant to be her to snap her heel to his shin. Biting her lip she couldn't help but to think about what she would do even if she were to beat him. A bit of fear jolted through her body as she didn't know what would come next.

Rethyn was taking a lot of short breaths as indeed he had the energy, but it wasn't exactly high for anything daring. After Tristan released the snake Rethyn gripped him a little too roughly upon the shoulder as he attempted to teleport them both next to Kilia and the goddess.

Landing next to the pair, Rethyn dropped down to one knee as he felt a little sick. As he tried to get his breaths under control he saw the effects of Tristan's snake as it stalked up to the possessed Seer and with a sudden loud hiss wrapped itself tightly around the boy's ankles.

Kilia dropped down next to Tristan with a gasp, "Are you okay!?" she asked as she looked at the blood on his shoulder. Moving the cloth of his shirt aside, she sighed heavily as she noted that it wasn't too deep. Kilia got to work with healing the small scratch and looked over to Rethyn as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, "Hey... take it easy," she told him softly.

Deriea moved around them and waved her hand, a harsh flick of her wrist and the ground around Soran shot upwards, roots wrapped around his hands, dragging them down and behind his back to keep him from firing the gun again.

"Damnit... when the hell did a god get in here?" the woman cursed softly as she narrowed her eyes at Soran. Watching Sina, she lifted an eyebrow. Her boot hit his shin, making the boy curse and grit his teeth, her fist connected to his stomach and he coughed, doubled over slightly though the vines kept him from dropping.

"Remove it," Deriea yelled across the yard.

Sina felt something pulse as she took a step back after landing her strike upon Soran. It felt horrid as if she had done something against her very being. Striking him made her suddenly feel sick. As she heard the words "Remove it" carry through the air Sina glanced over at the goddess before looking back to Soran. She wanted her to remove it? But in the past was it not the previous boys job of Guardian? Biting her lip in worry she felt her lip cut from the pressure. "Ow." she muttered.

"I'm fine," Tristan said, knowing his wound wasn't that serious, he was concerned with Soran and Sina, he was also concerned with Rethyn. He should have just found cover under the wall for the duration.

He looked at Deriea, "You couldn't have done that sooner...like when he was shooting at me." He probably should have just been glad she helped out all but he was tired and frustered at the moment. Yet when he heard her words, he looked at her with a blank look. Could Sina really get rid of the god...she wasn't Soran's guardian.

"Whatever god that is, is either weak enough to where I cannot sense it, or it's very good a hiding it's presence. It's not a powerful one, but... we can't rule out that it's a complete weakling either," Deriea said in response, her lips pulling into a frown as she sent a sour look down to Tristan, "So, my apologies that I did not stop your little lover boy before he shot at you. I suppose you should be glad of your own quick abilities."

Soran twisted, pulled and struggled to get free, the god growling and hissing and sputtering the entire time as he tried to free the Seer's body from the snake and the vines. The gun in his hand shuddered as he clutched it tightly. A vine sprung up from under his hand and coiled around the weapon, dragging at it to free it from his grip. Soran's face twisted into that of utter rage and he turned back to Sina with a look of contempt.

Tristan sighed, "No I apologize for letting my own nerves get to me," not that he would mention the ringing still present in his ears. He could hear a little better, at least he was good at reading lips, when he was facing the person. Also he slightly cringed at her word abilities...all he really did was hide...well at least he didn't get hurt worst.

She then felt it. Brining her usable hand to her forehead she knew exactly what she needed to do. It had worked on Sereith back in the day and the same feeling was coming back down. She blushed bright red as she knew she'd reach a new level of awkwardness this would bring to the table. With a quick glance over to Tristan and the others she knew at least Tristan would hate her for this.

Walking towards Soran timidly, Sina wanted to ram her head into a nearby tree for how embarassing this was going to be. Closing in to Soran she breathed against his neck as she said quietly. "I'm so dead." And with that she nipped at Soran's neck for what seemed like a long moment. As she nipped and gently pressed her lips against his neck she left behind a mark before stepping back and raising up her fist in preperation for the god.

Soran's frame went rigid as she stepped up to him. Her lips pressed against his throat and her teeth bit into the skin lightly. There was a slight pull against the skin and with it the God seemed to loose his hold over Soran's body. The figure drew out of him, a milky white frame before it solidified into a rather irritated god with white hair and glowing green eyes. The god glowered at Sina, raised his hand and twisted his fingers around. Purple light flooded his hand and shot out at the girl.

Soran, having gotten his body back, let out a gasp of air. The vines unwound from his body as did the snake. He stumbled, shaking as he looked and spotted the god. He was angry for a moment, but tears were edging into his eyes as he searched for Tristan. His chest heaved with the fear that he may have hurt the other Seer severely.

"MAXIMUM ENDURENCE!" The A.I. broke in as Sina crossed her arms in defense. As the blast collided into her and past her bits a pieces of her jacket and clothing tore under the force of the attack.

"Dam it.." She murmered

Tristan watched narrowed his eyes slightly and then looked away. Now...that fuck... well there wasn't much he could do about it. He turned back in time to see the god released and Soran look around, "Soran," he yelled, ok maybe that wasn't the best idea in the world.

Ok so how to help the guardian, it didn't seem fair to leave her fighting the god alone. He remember the fun fact that Deriea gave him. "Hey you know, I don't want that thing coming back to haunt anyone..." yeah he knew that he just called the god a thing. It was a bit insulting but still he wasn't to happy at the moment.

Soran fliched, "T-Tristan..." he moved, going over towards the boy and dropping down next to him. He let out a shaking breath as he knelt there. He noted the blood staining the sleeve of the boy's shirt and he bit his lip, tears welled up and fell, streaking his face, "I... can't believe... I shot you..."

"Stay here," Deriea ground out, giving Tristan a meaningful look, "All I wanted was for her to remove it. I'll take care of it," she cursed and she moved with an insane speed. Grabbing Sina's shoulder, she dragged the girl backwards and then faced the god. With a sneer on her lips she reached out and snatched the god's throat in her hand, "What is a weakling like you doing around here. Thought that a weary Seer was good prey?"

"He was... for a moment," the God spat back.

Deriea tilted her head, "Too bad," she growled, "You picked the wrong ones," she hissed and her vines erupted all around his body. They squeezed tightly and cut through him, running him through all over and he thrashed. The Gods' shrill cry filled the yard until finally he began to crack. Then he flaked apart, like a slow disolve that was happening to him. When she finished, Deriea let go of her power and the vines flopped over onto the dirt. Turning she faced the group and heaved a sigh.

"That's it for today," she said with a bit of annoyance to her tone.

"Seriously?!" Sina yipped at the goddess as she was dragged. "I totally had his dumb ass!". As the dragging stopped she fell on her butt as she pouted to the goddess. "Oh come on, you're...ow." She then remembered her shoulder as she fixed her brastrap on her left shoulder before covering her hand over the wound. She had lost quite a bit of blood and begun to feel the lightheadedness.

"On second thought have fun you lovely person you!"

In response, Vladimir spoke to her sarcasticlly. "Really?"

"I'm going to replace both you and Jayce I swear!" She spat back in retort.

Tristan looked at Soran, "It was that god who shot at me, not you," ok he really hoped his voice had none of the annoyance he was feeling. Why was he annoyed in the first place, was it because of what Sina did, was it because he was to tired to deal with things at the moment. "I'm fine, it was just a scratch," he said but still not really looking at Soran. He was a idiot...a stupid idiot. "I think some cleaning up and rest will do us some good."

Soran winced and pulled away. Tristan was irritated about something. Hell, the red head wouldn't even look at him. When Deriea said that they were done for the day he stood up abruptly, "You're an ass," he muttered. A frustrated blush coursed across his face as he crossed his arms and walked away. He wasn't sure why Tristan was angry. Was it the way that Sina had removed the god? Maybe. But surely he knew that Guardian's had no control over how they removed a god. He supposed it would have still been slightly irritating if their roles had been reversed. Someone doing something like that to Tristan was sure to make him edgy too.

He opened the door to the house and soon found himself wandering to his room where he closed the door. He felt a bit bad for leaving Tristan like that. But he hadn't liked the sharp tone. Maybe Tristan was just tired. He leaned against the door and closed his eyes tightly.

With a raise of his brow Rethyn had caught his breath as he looked to his Seer. "Go after him, and you call me an idiot." Coming to the realization that the battle would be over shortly, Rethyn laid back upon the grass as he closed his eyes. Every muscle on his body was aching and he knew he was going to have to have an ice bath. With a small smile upon his gace he remember some old childhood training with his father. He remember leaving the training room with a similar feeling as the one he currently had.

He winced as he was called an ass...it kinda reminded him of a funny character he saw in a play once. Even though Soran's was anything but funny. He turned to his guardian, "You are an idiot...but that is beside the point, maybe someday soon, you and I can actually sit and talk to each other...fill in those important details everyone else seems to know." So much for going about that in a roundabout way.

He got up before he decided to go for broke and piss of Kilia too, he walked into the house and made his way to Soran's door. He started to knock, yet he could't get his hand to connect to the door. He was still tired, and still irriated. He sighed and slide down next to the door so now he was sitting on the floor. "Your right....I am an ass," he muttered.

Soran took in a deep breath, settling his racing heart and trying not to snap back at his boyfriend, "It's fine..." he muttered sourly. Well that wasn't very well thought out was it? Turning, he opened the door and looked out to the hall where Tristan was sitting. He reached up and brushed at both eyes, "Sorry. I don't know what you're upset about, but I'm sorry. I... I know it was the god that shot at you, but it doesn't erase the fact that it was me who hurt you. I should have been paying attention, but I wasn't. Hell, I didn't even have a protection spell on this time."

He sighed heavily as he turned and leaned against the doorway. He too slid down and sat, parallel to Tristan, "So what's got you so upset? Was it... Sina?"

"It wasn't just her, and with that...I am overacting..it just caught me offguard." Tristan stopped trying to collect his thoughts, "I was mad at myself, I couldn't do anything, and I was fucking afraid. I didn't even think she could do that, I was really afraid that I had lost you again." He was trying not hide the emotion in his voice. "I am tired also, someone wore me out last night," he couldn't help it, adding that at the end. He was trying to calm himself down, and relax a little more.

Opening his eyes, Rethyn shrugged off the comment Tristan had made at him. It was his first true day of not seeing nightmares around him all the time. It brought a smile upon his face as he looked into the clouds. However, his joy seemd to be at horrid timing as the event of which had unfolded was nothing to grin about. Wiping his smile from him he brought back the usual stoney expression he always tried and failed on Kilia as he said to her.

"We should go see Sina. She looks pretty beat up."

Kilia had been leaning over Rethyn as she fussed about his low energy. She had been taken off guard by Tristan's sharp tone to Soran and when the blonde left she felt a pain in her chest. She watched as Rethyn told his Seer to go after the boy and watched the red head do exactly that though he called Rethyn the stupid one. His last words were a bit odd though and when Rethyn called for her attention, her first response wasn't Sina, which she'd been thinking of, but instead were about what Tristan said.

"You haven't told him yet," she said simply, a tone of disappointment in her voice.

"No." Rethyn sighed once before looking directly up at Kilia with sadened emotions gleaming in his eyes. "Today was the first day since I've been revived that I have been able to live without the constant horrors. I feel like if I told him he would feel bad then in turn I'd feel bad. I don't know why, but whenever he is going through something I feel it. It's like a link..sad thing is I made him feel bad by not telling him anyways."

Rethyn tried to sit up and failed as his core had quit on him for the time being. Lifting up a shaky hand he took it to the back of his neck as he tried to massage himself a little. If it hurt now he could only imagen how bad it would be the next morning if he didn't prepare properly.

"I'm sorry, I know I promised to you I would. Maybe you deserve better than just the Undead idiot..."

Kilia frowned then. Reaching out she smacked his forehead. Not hard enough to seriously hurt him, but enough to show that she didn't appreciate his speaking about himself like that, "I'll agree to calling you an idiot only for that last part you just said. I also understand that you don't want to hurt him. He's had enough to deal with lately and has only recently gotten Soran back to the way he used to be. We are all tired today too. But you do need to tell him. Tomorrow, you will tell him," she said sternly. Her face lightened though and she leaned down and brushed her lips against his, "Now rest right there for a while or else. I'll have to think of a way to punish you," she said, then stuck out her tongue as her face grew slightly red and she stood up.

Rethyn smiled against Kilia's lips as he closed his eyes happily. WIth his lips still close to hers he said to Kilia with a small breath of a laugh. "I'm almost tempted to see what you have in mind for my "punishment"." Reopening his eyes to see her slightly red in the face before walking off brought his own redness as he merely smiled to her.

Walking over to Sina, she dropped down next to the girl and started on her healing spells. Swiping open her pad, she worked on the first spell that would show her the injuries, and then right after that, worked on the healing one. She was really tired herself, and as she finished the healing spell, she slouched forward with a slight groan, "Too much..." she muttered to Sina as she ended up resting her head on the girls shoulder for a moment.

For once it was Sina who flashed red in the face as she was leaned upon. As she tried to move her oposite shoulder, a few low cracks could be heard from it as it begun to work again. "H-hey..." She said quietly but quickly. With a light sigh of her own she murmered "Come on princess..." as she scooped a her forearm behind Kilia's knees and her other behind her back. Lifting her up she become to carry the girl over towards Rethyn.

Stopping just in front of the girl she said cockily to the blue eyed boy. "Guess you can't call me useless anymore eh?". In response Rethyn merely blinked at her as she laid Kilia next to him. Hopping over Rethyn she plopped down herself as she laid so that the top of her head touched his. With Kilia in Rethyn's arms and Sina stretched out she said. "Group nap." with a light laugh.

Kilia hardly noticed when Sina's arms lifted her up. Although she did have the thought that the girl was freakishly strong. It didn't click that perhaps the girls magic system was still going to help with that, but still. As she was laid down next to Rethyn, she didn't think, only moved. Immediately the little pink haired Seer was up on his chest, her head pillowed on his shoulder, one arm stretched out across his chest and one leg up curled over his own. She gave a little hum of contentment and promptly fell asleep.

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"I-I..." Soran sputtered a bit. That last line really got him, "I don't know what you're talking about," he said in return and looked away as a blush curved around his face, "If I remember correctly, it was your fault. Why the hell you looked so damned hot last night was your fault. Not mine. Okay?" he said as he turned slightly and stuck his tongue out at the boy.

Tristan chuckled, he couldn't help it, "yeah everything is my fault." He sighed and he tried to move, "like the fact that I sat down, and now I can't move, that is really my fault." Yet it would be really bad to be found sprawled in the hallway but someone, especially a certain girl who might do weird things while they were asleep. "I think I can crawl...maybe...nothing seems to be working right now."

Soran laughed a bit as he listened to Tristan, "You... are really weird sometimes," Standing up with a groan, he reached down and grabbed Tristan's arm, "Alright... here we go," he said and then pulled. He made a soft sound as he did so, a comical one as he strained to get Tristan to move into the room. He panted a bit as he tried again, "You... are really... heavy! Jeez... can't you help... a bit?" he said as he doubled over and panted. Looking up to Tristan he stuck out his tongue yet again, "Don't make me start stripping to get you to start moving on your own, you know I will," he said with a tired grin.

Tristan was amused by the blond seer efforts. He did try to help though, "Hey...I am not that heavy," he said in his defense. He was going to try to move on his own again, but then Soran had to tease him, "oh really..." Tristan said with a sly look in his eyes. "ok, I am waiting, go ahead, every piece I will move just a little bit."

Damn he thought slowly to himself, stretching out the word just a bit. It always happened like this. All plans backfired. All the time. When was he going to learn? Soran blushed furiously as he backed into the room, "Well... guess it can't be helped," he said with a sigh and started with his shirt, "You better hurry up though, that bed is looking mighty comfy right now. I'm tired," he said with a small grin.

Tristan groaned mostly because he tried to move a little, "bed...can I just sleep on the floor, I don't think I can make it onto the bed." He finally got to his feet...and his first thought was of silently murdering Deriea....but then he have to face her again...someday.

His pace was slow and truthfully he wasn't even paying attention to Soran, "Should have taken a shower first," he mumbled.

Soran laughed a bit as the boy got up and made his way slowly to the bed as if he were a zombie. Tossing his shirt aside, he wrapped his arms around Tristan and helped him walk to the bed. The red haired Seer was probably going to just drop on the bed so Soran prepared for that and helped him lay down properly. After that, he climbed in the bed with him, and sprawled out across his boyfriends frame. He lay there for quite a while, not sleeping, but just resting. His fingers ran circles along Tristan's chest for a long while before they finally stopped and the little blonde had also fallen asleep.

Content with letting the other help him, Tristan tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't. He was comfortable and didn't want to move for anything.



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"Tristan," Soran called softly. It was a bit dark in the room, they'd had dinner and most of the house was already in bed. However, Soran just couldn't get comfortable and sleep. Maybe it was too hot still... or maybe he was just thinking about too many things. Whatever it was, it kept him awake. So he wanted to do something to help sleep later. He poked the red head, "Tristan... Hey," he poked him again trying to restrain a slight giggle, "Tristan. I wanna go to that spot, the one with the waterfall..." he whispered. Boy did he sound like a kid just then.

A grumbling red-headed seer turned over slightly, "You want to go now...," he was slightly whining. He had just gotten comfortable again after coming back to bed from supper, not that he even wanted to get up for that. The aches were still present but had some what gone away. "So...what do you want to do at that spot," he was curious as to why Soran wanted to go there.

He refrained from giggling too much as Tristan rolled over and complained to him, "I can't sleep," he said with a pout, "I want to go see what it's like at night. I bet its really pretty," he reached out and grabbed Tristan's hand and pulled gently, shaking it up and down slightly, "Can we go? Please... please?!" he was probably being really difficult, but at the moment he didn't really mind,

"Besides, you'll like it," he said with a grin.

"But...but...," aww damn, Tristan sighed and got up slowly. "fineeee." Tristan yawned and stood, "do you mind if I get a shirt to wear though."

Soran gave a sigh as if he were slightly put out by the fact that his boyfriend wanted a shirt. Sitting down with his legs crossed on the floor, he looked up at the boy, "I suppose that's okay," he grinned then, "You won't be needing it later though," he teased.

"Well then," he said, "I suppose the same goes for you too." Tristan picked something from the closet, something he must have left in here, he didn't remember. "Okay I am ready," and offered his hand to the boy sitting on the floor.

Grateful for the darkness, Soran knew he'd gone from pale colored to bright red. He really had to learn how to throw Tristan off like he did to him. Taking the hand offered, he stood up and in a quick roll forward pecked a kiss on Tristan's lips, "Thank you!" he said. Turning, he went for the door and opened it quietly, his fingers still in Tristan's hand. He led the way to the backdoor, looking back to beam at the boy whose hair was a total mess. He laughed a bit as he slid open the door and stepped outside, his boots making a soft sound against the wood of the porch.

"Nice hair baby," he commented lightly, "Man... I don't know why I'm so wide awake..." he pondered, "Maybe I shouldn't have tea before bed," he mused softly and stepped off into the dirt path.

"Um...yours doesn't look any better, and aren't we forgetting something." The moon did a pretty good, but the woods were dark. He grabbed two flashlights from a bin on the porch. "I hope we don't get any creepy gods following," he didn't know why he said that.

A pair of solid blue eyes watched as the two lovers passed by without noticing him through the darkness of the room. "Where are they going?" Rethyn thought to himself as he arose from his chair to feel the familiar aches he'd been having since training. A part of him wanted to leave them be, but the protective Guardian shook his head as he slinked off into the shadows to follow. Wincing a little he didn't like the fact that he was only leaving Grayson and Sina to guard Kilia. He knew he was going to have the trust the two of them, but it was a growing fear.

Soran turned around and with his hands behind his back smiled at Tristan, "Ah...yeah, sort of forgot about those," he said as the other Seer grabbed the flashlights for them. Taking one in hand, he clicked it on of course doing the absolute dumb maneuver of pointing the damned thing up at his face, "Gah!!!" he quickly turned it away from his eyes as he stumbled a bit, "Damn... those... yup, they work, and they're bright..." he muttered. Pointing the light into the dark forest he laughed a bit.
"Creepy gods hu... yeah I guess they are kinda creepy if you think about it," he said as he started to the trail.

Tristan looked at him for a second trying not to chuckle at him, "Yeah...point down, work better that way." He took the other by the hand and said, "Don't worry though, I could probably get there without the flashlight." He led the other toward the woods again.

"S-shut up!" Soran said as he batted at Tristan's shoulder about the flashlight, "So mean to me," he said though he grinned. He followed after Tristan, taking the same way they went last time the red haired Seer took him there. It wasn't too long after that he could hear the crashing of water and then pushing through the branches they were met by the same open platform from before. Soran's eyes grew wide and he took in a deep breath of awe, "Wow..." he breathed.

Turning he looked up at the sky which was cloudless and offered a brilliant silver moon to paint the waterfall with as well as the grassy area from before. Almost dancing around Tristan, he beamed up at the boy, "Beautiful!" he tugged at Tristan's hands and guided the boy to the grassy patch where he sat down and patted the spot next to him on his left, "Thanks Tristan.. and sorry I woke you up... I just couldn't sleep. I promise not to drink tea next time," he said with a small grin.

Tristan grinned back as he sat down, "its fine." Tristan watched the waterfall. He really did like this place at night too, not that he was going to admit that, well not right now anyways.

From the shadows Rethyn leaned against a tree as he watched the two of them. With a small smile upon his face he was glad to see his Seer so happy with Soran. As no trouble seemed to come he begun to debate with himself if he should try to get some sleep as the nightmares had faded from him. However, he felt as if his feet were glued in place as he worried. A god could easily ambush them here, and Rethyn knew the best way to beat an ambush. Ambush the ambushers is what he had in mind as he looked like he had strange cat-like eyes within the shadows.

Ducked behind the tree he had become visible to save energy.

Soran shifted around. Lifting one hand he ran it up Tristan's stomach to his shoulder as he leaned on him a playful grin on his face, "Told you that shirt wasn't going to be needed, didn't I?" he teased softly then leaned in for a kiss.

Tristan chuckled slightly but didn't say anything and just accepted the kiss.

Soran shifted again so that he was sort of sitting over Tristan's lap, both arms wrapped around the boys neck as he kissed him. He was getting lost in kiss, the touch of his boyfriend underneath him. The little blonde Seer really did enjoy kissing the other boy. As his fingers tangled up in Tristan's hair and the shirt he wore, there was a slight shift of the wind. Something moved and in the next instant, golden twine wrapped around Tristan, dragging him up and away from Soran who startled.

Gasping, he eyed the golden strands that seemed to glow a bit in the darkness. Those dark, red eyes that peered over Tristan's shoulder sent a chill down Soran's spine. For a moment he couldn't breathe as he stared, petrified to the spot. The twine tightened down around Tristan's arm and upper body to confine him there, the God holding the other arm outstretched to prohibit too much movement and probably straining the shoulder.

"Found you," the God said softly. His gaze shifted over to the red haired Seer whom he was hiding behind.

"Tristan..." Soran breathed out, finally finding his voice. He stood up quickly and with a swipe opened his magic system. From it, he drew one of the higher calibrated handguns that he'd worked on. He held it down at the ground, but was tempted to lift it, his fingers curling and uncurling around the weapon as he tried to see if he could find a spot to fire off the weapon.

One second he was in a passionate kiss the next he was wrapped up in some sort of rope. "What the..." Tristan couldn't get a good look at the thing at the other end as his movement was restricted. "Soran," he could see the fear in the others eyes, even in the darkness. The voice from behind him sent chills down his spine and he strained for a look. "Who the fuck are you," Tristan voice sounded angry.

Suddenly a light whistle could be heard from behind the god as the musical Rethyn came from the shadows with his dirk knife pressed against the gods back. It was with enough force for the tip to break the skin, but nothing note worthy. With a smirk displayed upon his face Rethyn sent his retort quietly through the air. "Found you." Pressing the knife only slightly harder he lowered his voice as he then said. "Now let them go."

Soran took a gasp of air at the sound of Rethyn's voice. Since when...? He shook his head a bit, it didn't matter. Maybe it was a good thing anyway. He slowly lifted the weapon in his hands, watching carefully to see what the God would do.

Red eyes turned just enough to see the boy behind him, to which he returned his own wicked grin and said simply, "No," He moved right after, a blur of motion with Tristan in tow until he was standing on the edge of the little platform where they had been watching the waterfall. Soran stepped forward, his heart in his throat. He remembered quite clearly now that this God was... very fast. One moment being at a far distance and the next being right in your face. He shuddered violently from the memory. He almost couldn't breathe.

"I believe, you asked me who I am," the God whispered to Tristan, his voice soft but filled with a heavy layer of malice and cruel intent, "I think I'll...show you. I'm sure you couldn't possibly forget... something like this, now could you," he said as he reached up and tapped Tristan's forehead with a finger, "It's called a memory, enjoy it for a little while won't you?"

Soran's heart raced. He knew what was going to be shown and he yelled, "Tristan!" His gun raising up but he couldn't fire, there was no way he was going to shoot at Tristan, but the god was on the edge, and holding the red haired Seer. His finger squeezed the trigger, if the god moved but an inch, then he could lessen the damage on Tristan, he bit his lip, feeling tears edge into his eyes, "I-if... he moves... if Valyn moves... just a little bit... I... I could free him. That.. twine isn't going to let him go unless Valyn is distracted... I'll... please if you can move him just a bit, I won't have to hurt Tristan too much," he begged, hands shaking as he held his weapon up.

Tristan felt that cold finger touch his forehead, and even though his body was present on that platform his mind went back. He was in a warehouse, one from the inside he didn't recognize. Then he saw it, the blond seer chained against the wall, a god standing over him...with a knife. Screams echoed against the wall, and Tristan tried to move, but since this was a memory he was plastered there.

Tristan's body on the other hand, was slightly thrashing. His face had gone pale, and his eyes had gone wide.

Drawing his blade, Rethyn gritted his teeth at Soran at first as he said he was going to have to hurt Tristan. However, as he thought about it he knew the boy would never hurt Tristan unless he had to. Looking over to the god then darting back to Soran with his eyes he said. "You can't miss the shot."

Shaking his head he cursed at himself for not making the initial stab upon the god. He could of at least weakened the monster. Walking a little ways away from the boy, Rethyn suddenly faded away as his visibility decreased. After a few seconds a small hiss could be heard near a tree as Rethyn seemed to teleport.

"We weren't done." Rethyn hissed as he landed next to Valyn and came at him from the shadows. With the hope of surprise at his side he did not slash at the god as he preformed a jumping lung at the god. With his elbow firmly pressed to the side of his ribs, Rethyn tightened his shoulder as he put all his weight into a ram.

The God growled lightly as the pesky little Guardian returned. He turned his red gaze to the boy just briefly and then ignored him as he kept the other Seer tightly held to him, his hands starting to glow with a strange light. Then he felt the heavy weight of the boy against him, shoving him over a couple of steps along the precarious edge of the platform. He growled lightly at the boy.

Soran took a deep breath and the moment the God was moved, his finger pulled the trigger. The gun made a very loud high pitched sound as if it were powering up and then fired, releasing a brilliant blue light followed by the compacted bullet wrapped in energy. He ground his teeth knowing that Tristan was really going to hate him for this. However, the pain of that shot would hopefully pull him out of that awful memory that he was being shown and drag him back to the present.

The God turned at the sound, but was far too late as the projectile went through his prey's shoulder and hit him square in the chest. Valyn's grip on Tristan released and he fell backwards from the impact as he changed tactics. Dragging his energy to stop the bullet from going through him, the golden twine faded out and Valyn fell from the platform. Soran dropped his weapon and sprinted for Tristan.

Tristan was ripped from the memory and he felt the bullet pass through his shoulder. The momentum of the god carried him though and his fell from the platform as well, but he knew the water was deep enough, so he tried to turn his body in mid-air so he could hit with his feet. The splash could be heard as he entered, he resurfaced a second later coughing and trying to kick his feet.

Seeing an opportunity to strike and to get the god away from his Seer, Rethyn reached out an arm and grabbed at the God roughly as he closed his eyes. With much strain he begun to feel his body ache as he teleported the two of them two miles east of the waterfall. With a loud uncontrolled crack of a sound the two of them were off.

Releasing the god and stumbling back a few steps, Rethyn felt his left leg cramp up as he begun to pant from the excursion of energy. Raising his blade defensively he hoped the god would be confused before lashing out at him. Pushing air from his lungs he kept trying to catch his breath with little success.

Valyn felt the strange shift as the boy wrapped his arms around him. Moved from where he'd been he was suddenly put somewhere else. The loud sound marked their entrance to another part of the forest. Valyn moved slightly as the boy released him and stumbled away. A bit of a deep wound bled in his chest where he'd just barely managed to stop the bullet going all the way through him. The God turned slowly and glowered at the boy. His red eyes narrowed dangerously and he didn't move as he watched the Guardian carefully.

"You're weak, and yet... you've the nerve to challenge me, by yourself," Valyn said coldly, his face unchanging as he stood there. There was no emotion shown much like always, "You're going to die," he said, stating it as if it were a well known fact. His fingers snapped and the golden twine shot out at Rethyn, while in his other hand a bright golden blade appeared.

Slashing his blade at a downward angle, Rethyn managed to get the golden twine wrapped around his enchanted blade instead of being grasped by it. Stagging a little Rethyn felt the pain from his left leg die down a little as he moved into a half-cocked stance. Lifting his chin up in the air to the god he said with a taunting smirk. "I would say there's a first time for everything, but I'm an exception in this case."

Fixing his stance a little more, Rethyn winced a little as the muscle pain strained him. Pointing the tip of his blade in the direction of the god he finished with. "I thought you would need a handicap. I've been a part of fucking up your plans twice now. I was the one who pulled Soran out from under your noses."

Valyn withdrew the golden twine. For a moment, the god stood there silent. Slowly, he lifted an eyebrow as he regarded the Guardian in the cool night air, "So it was you... That faint trace... what you just did," his lips twitched and a smile grew, red eyes flashing as he turned and gave a soft laugh. The moonlight faded behind a thick set of clouds and the Gods frame seemed to disappear in the darkness, only his glowing red eyes visible in the pitch black.

In one moment, the Gods' eyes seemed to be far away and in the next he was right up next to Rethyn, the sing of a blade was heard but not seen. He slashed out at Rethyn, a soft chuckle on his lips.

The attack was too fast for Rethyn to register as the blade deeply cut from his lower ribs to just below his collar bone upon his right side. In pure panic after the blade passed, Rethyn flickered up into the air then flickered again as he vanished from obvious sight as he landed in a tree not too far off. As he held his hand over himself he was relieved that the blade even though deep wasn't deep enough to cut the muscle groups or get into his vitals.

As blood however rained from him at a dribble, Rethyn knew it didn't matter. He would pass out before long and the God would see him fall from the tree. He had brought enough time and it was time to escape. But where and how? Placing his head against the bark he tried his best to hold in his panting as it caused him both pain and would cause his detection.

He was failing.

The clouds moved, allowing the silver light to paint the forest again. Valyn looked around as he'd lost sight of the boy with the glowing blue eyes. Turning just a bit he moved from his spot. The boy couldn't have gone far. He knew he was around there. His hand opened and the golden twine slowly revealed itself in the darkness. Moving through the trees, he reached out to try to sense the vanishing trick the boy had done before. As he stalked through the trees, something splattered next to him. Reaching out, he touched the dark liquid and then looked up.

He grinned again. Flicking his hand, he sent the golden twine upwards into the tree branches to snare around the boy.

Wap!

Just before the golden twine was about to make contact with Rethyn he vanished with a last ditch teleport. However, as he teleported off a small metallic object fell from the tree at the feet of Valyn. With a deafening flash and pop, Rethyn heard the bang from out to a mile away.

Seething in pain, Rethyn was startled by the shock of the cold water as he went under. The stream wasn't deep, but upon his back he could float. However, as blood quickly drained itself from his body he started to close his eyes. He fought his own body from rolling over in the water as he remained upon his back.

There they were again. The shadows took their hollowing property once again as Rethyn would occasionally see being staring at him from the trees. Their eyes were just pure white as many of them were missing limbs or had extra limbs attached onto usual places.

The urge to close his eyes had only become more powerful as he coughed out a horridly weak tune. "I may not say it much but I know I made you worry all the time, back then you could of always said the things I've done and you're the same today so I'll try not to burden you. But try to realize that I've closed my eyes just because the world it's.."

Closing his eyes Rethyn felt himself fade as he felt the water gently against the back of his head and neck.

Tristan and Soran

Soran's voice ripped from his throat as he pelted for the other boy who was falling he screamed out Tristan's name, fear rocking through him as he ran. He heard the splash soon after. Dropping to his knees, he searched the water below that wasn't but a few feet down and looked for the boy. He saw Tristan come up for air and he stretched out his hand, but he wasn't quite close enough. Slamming his hands against the dirt he shoved off the edge and took a couple of steps back and ran forward to jump off of the edge. It was almost like doing a cannon ball into a pool, except a slight bit higher.

He hit the water and then quickly came up top and swam for Tristan. Wrapping his arms around the boy, he pulled, trying to haul him over to the bank which was hard to see in the darkness without the flashlights. His heart hammered in his chest, "Tristan! Tristan, I'm sorry, are you alright?" he called out as he tried to compose himself and swim at the same time. He was thankful he was a fairly good swimmer right about then.

Tristan coughed again as he heard the water and looked toward the blonde coming toward him. He cringed as the other was holding on a little to tight. "Soran, I am fine, just loosen your grip, your choking me." Tristan was grinning...he could hear the panic in the others voice. He was trying to lighten up the situation, of course he really had no clue as to what hit him. When they finally made it to shore, he laid there for a minute. "Wait where's Rethyn...," his voice went slightly in a panic.

He looked around, what was the idiot thinking, they all needed to fight this god together. The god was going to be a tough one.

"S-sorry," Soran uttered as he lessened his grip a little bit, still frightened by what had just happened. Guilt grasped his chest in their cold claws. As they got up on the bank and Tristan lay there for a while, Soran hovered over him in fear, his fingers reaching out to just barely touch the injured shoulder. It wasn't until he saw the blood that he started to cry, keeping his voice to himself as best he could though but having no control over the tears as they mixed in with the water that rained from his hair.

"Tristan..." he whispered softly, then he heard mention of Rethyn and his heart lurched. He glanced around, chest heaving a bit, "No... he didn't... He can't be serious! Th-thats... that god is..." he couldn't even get the words from his mouth.

"Soran, calm down...he will be alright," Tristan had to have some faith in his guardian. He had to have faith above every emotion at the moment, he turned to the other. "What is wrong, stop crying please, there is no crying in baseball."

"Come on, if we can't find him, we need to go back to the house, get the others. And hope that he won't catch up before we get there."

He sucked in a sharp breath, his hand reached out and slapped against Tristan's chest as he cried harder, "This isn't baseball, idiot! I'm crying... because I'm afriad, and I'm... crying because I know what you saw! I'm crying because I don't know what to do!" he hiccuped a bit as he leaned forward onto Tristan and tried to calm himself down, "And I'm crying because you're hurt," he muttered the last part. He knew that Tristan was right, he had to pull it together. To lose it so easily in a fight... in the face of a God no less. He was weak... too weak.

Tristan sighed it was bad timing on making a joke he guessed. He put his hands on Soran's face, "Soran...focus please, I am afraid too, and while what I saw was the most heart-wrenching thing, I've imagined much worse, I love you, okay, I have you back and I won't let him take you away from me again. But we have to move, we can't sit here." He had to leave out the fact he was hurt, he knew if he focused on it...then the pain would come all to real.

He stared at Tristan for a long while before he finally nodded. He sniffed, took a shuddering breath and wiped at his eyes and face. His gaze flicked to Tristan's bleeding shoulder. The bullet, though it had been small had packed quite a punch and he worried about how damaged the wound really was. He didn't ask though, he didn't want it to be the center of both of their thoughts. He picked himself up off the ground, dirt that had turned to mud from his soggy clothes clung to him, "Alright... how far back from here?"

"If we move on the trail then not far," yet Tristan had another idea. Staying on a trail seemed like a bad idea, "I got another idea, but I don't think using the flashlight will be smart, you have to put your trust in me." Tristan though had to get off the ground first. "I need your help though first." Being in the mud also was simply fantastic, he could see himself slipping and falling several times. "Or find me a stick or something, thick branch..."

"Okay," Soran replied and went searching for he'd been asked for. Soran located a large enough broken branch for Tristan to use. He knew that if he tried to help they would both end up taking a mud bath to say the least. What he did do though was set himself on dry ground and reached down for Tristan's good arm to help him up with the added addition of the stick. Once Tristan was on his feet, he tangled his fingers in the boys hand, "I trust you," he said.

His gaze flicked around the darkness and he took a double take off to their right. A sharp gasp filled his throat, "Tristan... we have to go, now," he said, trying not to shout or give away their own position as he caught a flash of glowing red in the darkness not to far up the bank and the hill. His hand tightened in Tristan's as he briefly wondered what happened to Rethyn if the God was there already. Valyn's freakish speed was unnerving to say the least.

Tristan was up and ready to move when he heard Soran's voice, Fuck was his only thought, "Okay lets go," He held on to the others hand and took off, through the path back to the main trail. He offhandedly wondered if God's could smell blood, cause he knew he was going to be making a trail of it. Instead of turning to go back on the main path, he keep going straight. Really what he was doing was making a big circle, but it would have them end up in the front of the house. The others he could wake up, but at least if he got to the other gods first, maybe then they would have a chance to get things together. "Oh I got an idea, maybe we can distract him a little bit more, give us some more time." He stopped and realized that the arm that he usually used to pull spells off with was the one that got hurt. He moved the pad to his hand, and pulled something off it.

A golden ball fell from his hand and began to glow and then started changing, "Come on, we need to move again." He didn't want to be there when that thing popped open, or the surprise popped out.

Tristan's fingers tightened just a bit and then he took off into the trees, dragging Soran with him. His heart thrummed hard and fast in his chest as he tried to keep up with the taller Seer. Branches snapped past his face and he was just barely keeping them from smacking him in the head. He didn't even want to glance behind him, sure that the God had heard their run. When Tristan stopped, he nearly had a heart attack, but the boy didn't linger for long and dropped something where they'd just been a moment before. The ball had been glowing gold then started changing color.

"W-what did you drop?" he asked as he chased after his boyfriend. Swiping his hand on the pad, he drew his gun again and chanced a quick glance in the darkness behind him. For the moment he didn't see anything but the strange colors faintly flowing.
"Oh that was Fluffy," Tristan said, "Dragon with three heads, spits something different from each of his mouths.

"Wait... you named that thing Fluffy?"

"I...was young...and couldn't come up with a good name. Give me a break." Actually the dragon was quite fluffy...in its first concept. "Sorry trying to avoid the worst of the trees." He knew they were almost to the drive, that would led them to the house. Tristan though had to wonder...if that god found them, how far was Oni behind him. That thought scared him even more.

"Almost there," he told the other.

Soran nodded. He'd ended up with quite a few scratches but they didn't bother him as he could hardly care seeing as a lunatic god was chasing them. From behind them there was a loud growling sound, the sounds of explosions and a deep rumble. He glanced behind him in the darkness. The golden light grew extremely bright before it extinguished. Soran's heart seemed to skip a beat and time for him slowed just a bit. He could almost feel the god right behind him. His hand gripped Tristan's tighter as he stared behind them. Lifting his gun, he waited. His breath just shy of leaving his lips as a tremble spread through him.

Almost there... almost there... almost there... he told himself over and over and then his gaze grew wide as the flash of red filtered through the trees. He pulled the trigger and the weapon sang loudly. A brilliant bright blue light shimmered around the end of the barrel before it fired, cracking loudly. The red eyes disappeared as his bullet charged back at the God. "Did I..." he breathed.

As if to answer, a flash of gold lashed out and Soran ducked, the tree that was unfortunate enough to be right in the path took the hit instead and splintered apart as a good sized hole erupted into the trunk of it. Soran screamed at how close it was. He lifted the gun again and fired off another round, this one taking out a piece of tree instead of the God. Turning around he could see the lights of the house coming into view.

"Damn," he said, "he usually lasts longer," his eyes were always to the front, cause if he tripped that would really suck. He heard the other fire the first shot. That was loud enough and close enough someone had to hear it from the house. The second shot would defiantly be a warning. They were close to the barrier, he could almost feel it.

Deriea moved, the shot ringing out in the darkness. A second shot followed a scream and she was at the edge of the barrier looking around, trying to pinpoint it.

Bolting from the back door, Sina darted her head around as she too had heard the noise. Moving to stand next to Deriea she wore just a very long shirt. Upon her feet she had slipped into a pair of sandles as she had awoken. She had not had the time to throw on a set of cloths unlike someone who would of seen this coming.

To their right, Deriea caught sight of Tristan and right behind him Soran and right behind the little blonde a tendril of golden light. She shouted, but the string was just a bit faster. It caught hold of Soran, pulled him back and then hurled him through the trees to the darker side of the house. He let out a sharp cry as he went flying, another when he hit the house and went tumbling into the darkness.

Deriea reached out, snatched a hold of Tristan's arm and dragged him behind the barrier. With a flick of her hand a wall of vines erupted to fend of the golden twine that had been on its way to grab him next, "What the hell is chasing you...." she paused as she turned to look into the darkness. Her answer came in the form of her vines being obliterated and the barrier shimmering violently. Pushing the red haired Seer, she lifted both hands to try to protect herself but failed to do so as Valyn came charging through the barrier and his twine cracked right into her chest. The snap that followed sent the goddess flying.

Valyn stopped his advance and looked between Tristan, Cryio who was on his other side and then Deriea who was sprawled across the ground. His gaze settled on Tristan, the twine fading out and instead was replaced by a pulsing blue and white light, the golden knife still in his hand and still holding traces of blood, "Lets hope that tumble snapped his neck, your little Guardian certainly didn't stand a chance," he growled.

Tristan felt Soran being taken from his hand, "NO," his scream was loud and he watched the other fly. He was about to go after him when he was suddenly grabbed and dragged behind the barrier. He tried to answer Deriea, but the god made his appearance instead. His look of pure hatred was clouding his mind from everything else. "You little fucker," his spell pad erupted and off it came something that he really could have pulled from a video game. The long blade was connected to a chain, he started to swing it. This wasn't going to work as well as he wanted it to with just one arm, but he sure of heck didn't care at the moment. He could work the thing.

His voice was on edge when he glanced at the female guardian, "Go find Soran, make sure he is ok."

Throwing Tristan a little salute with her middle and index finger Sina spoke to her magic system. "MAXIMUM SPEED" Was roared from now Jayce as she zipped off at an insane speed through the darkness. She had not bothered to activate another system so she had put everything into speed.

Her eyes widened as she spotted Soran not too far off as she closed the gap to him. As she grew closer she raised her hand to cuff her mouth as she called out his name several times.

"Soran!"

Valyn turned, his gaze only going to the woman briefly as she came from the side and then was ordered to find the blonde Seer. He ignored her immediately as Tristan slashed at him with a wicked looking weapon. The golden knife came up and batted it upwards, the two weapons clanging sharply together briefly. Turning sideways he reached out and touched Tristan's side with the glowing hand, "You're all pent up on energy, allow me to relieve you of some of that," he said as the power around his hand pulsed.
From the house, Kilia gave a shout and as she was about to step down from the porch, Cryio stood before her, his hand flicked at Tristan. He put up a sort of barrier between the boy and the God. It wasn't going to do anything for the pain that might come, but it would stop the God from taking a good amount of energy.

Rushing to his side Sina flashed red as her magic system activated the strength ability. With a worried sigh she placed her hand to his cheek as he had been clearly knocked out. Sliding her hands behind his shoulders and knees, Soran felt light with her empowered strength.

Zipping back across the newly dubbed battlefield, Sina passed through the barrier as she made her way to the porch and to Kilia. Giving her a little motion of the head she tried to signal the girl to take him inside or try to make sure he was alright. For all she knew Soran could be bleeding internally or something.

Tristan bit his lip against the pain, he definitely drew blood. His energy was really his anger, he really didn't have any left as it was. He was fighting now on pure adrenaline. He jumped backwards to get away from the gods touch. lashing out again with his weapon as he did. He was aiming for the gods shoulder at the moment.

Kilia gasped as Sina came by with Soran in her grip. He was still, and his eyes closed. For the first few moments she thought the absolute worst had happened but then she calmed herself and reached out to touch his throat gently. His pulse was still there and it was strong. She breathed a sigh of relief. Now, to see if he was injured. She quickly set to work on her pad, with Cryio standing protectively over her. He wasn't going to let anything interrupt her, she knew that for sure.

Cryio glanced at Sina, "Help him, but be careful," the God warned.

From inside the house as well, River came bursting out the door. The first thing she saw was Soran on the porch and she yelled out his name, dropping down next to him.

"He's alright," Kilia said, calming the woman's immediate fears. With that, River looked out to the yard where the fight between Tristan and a God had erupted. Moving, she opened her pad and started to work on something from the patio.

Valyn shifted the blade again, slamming it down and off to the side. His free hand stretched and touched the boy again, but the same thing happened, the thin barrier between them went up to keep the energy he was taking to an absolute minimum and to keep the normal pain from being inflicted. The God narrowed his red eyes. Switching tactics, he changed hands, the golden knife was now pulsing in the pale blue light and he slashed out at Tristan, a slight, sadistic grin on his lips, "You better start fighting better, or you're going to end up like that blonde Seer. Did you enjoy watching that? I could always do it again. This time, with you in a front row seat and... live not just a memory, little Seer," he growled out and sent out another set of slashes.

Tristan yanked his blade back, cringing against the pain in his shoulder. He used the blade to block the knife, knowing if he let it touch him, that was going to be something of the end. He needed a distraction, so he could pull something else from his spell pad. Suddenly a thought ran into his head, he whistled. This time he didn't have to tell the snake where to go as it went towards the gods feet. In the darkness it would be harder to spot too, he held off the slashes as they continued.

As Valyn tried to take a step forward, he found that he couldn't. Glancing down he glowered at the dark mass that had wrapped itself around his feet. Turning back up to Tristan, he flicked his hand out at him, the golden twine lashing out to wrap around the boy's wounded shoulder, to squeeze down tightly and add more discomfort to the bullet wound.

"Nice little trick, but I can always bring you towards me," he said, his hand lifting up, the one that was controlling the golden twine.

In a sudden burst of speed, Sina sprinted up to Valyn as she tried to land a hook on the side of the face where Valyn's hand was already in use of the golden twine. As her fist came in closer she yelled the words. "Surprise motherfucker"

Tristan was pretty close to losing to the pain. As the god started pulling he was trying with all his might to resist. It didn't help the fact that the wound was now being squeezed and he was losing more blood.

He was grateful for the slight interruption by Sina, or at least he hoped it was, he just hope the god was distracted. He moved his pad in a quick motion. Yet he really couldn't see what he was going to pull, he had to trust his memory. His fingers worked fast, and while he had a good idea where he was, he wasn't going to be able to make it any stronger.

Valyn looked over to the sound briefly and the solid connection of a fist to his face knocked his head to the side. Dropping the arm that was working the twine around the Seer's arm and to inflict more damage to the bullet wound, he reached over at her with his dagger. The golden knife slashed at her, going straight for her shoulder to plunge through it. Meanwhile his fingers holding the golden twine tightened, closing slowly to force the twine to curl tighter, cutting into the skin.

Cryio's eyes narrowed as he lifted both hands now. One to try to stop the blade as best he could, and the other to try to protect Tristan against the golden twine digging into his arm and bullet wound. Kilia sat next to him, her heart pounding hard as she watched him with a bit of fear. Cryio was struggling.

"Cryio..." she whispered softly.

He glanced at her, "Heal the boy. I'm alright... he is just... stronger than me," Cryio ground out.

Twisting her body to avoid the stab of Valyn, she felt the back of his arm extended across her chest as she backpedaled to avoid a chance of retaliation to her dodge. Grinning cockily at the God she made a small motion with her hand as she prepared to dip back into the brawl.

The spell that came from the pad was...purple at first. Tristan would have cocked an eyebrow if he didn't fall to his knees with the pain now running down his whole arm. What the heck did he do, the purple (it looked like a hazy blob) started toward the god and sort of stopped above him. Tristan who was grimacing watched, hoping that it was at least something useful. Suddenly the thing popped open and a gooey substance began pouring from it. What the fuck was Tristan's only thought. Well that was typical, can't concentrate and can't see his pad, lets just pull something stupid from it.

He caught the scent of raspberries...oh that was making it equally dumb, lets just pour jelly all over the god.

Valyn watched the bubble come free from the pad and then as it moved over to him, it gave a slight pop and opened up, pouring out a sticky solution that covered his legs. With a slight growl, he slammed his arm wielding the weapon into the little girl to toss her, and then yanked the golden twine to pull the boy forward. He still couldn't move with the black mass holding him in place. However, he was starting to lose his patience with the situation. He bent down to Tristan's frame, his hand that worked the golden twine reaching out to grip the boys face as he waved the knife in front of his face.

Sina flew through air as she narrowly missed slamming into a tree. As she struck and slide along the ground she felt a spike of pain, but besides that wasn't too scared as she had only gained a gash upon her elbow. Catching her breath for a moment she flash both red and blue for a moment.

Shooting back into striking range, Sina through a kick of which would land just below the ribs and with it had two punches planned if it were to fail. The rhythm had begun to start in her head as she felt like she was getting into her "zone". Still across her face remained a cocky grin as she attacked.

However, the "zone" was ended quickly as she was launched back yet again where this time she clipped the tree. Slamming into the ground by her previous spot she tried to hobble back as she had gashed her leg this time.

"You little friend God there may be helping you, but you're still going to be screaming by the time I'm done with you," he growled, his red eyes glowing brightly with his rage.

"I will never scream for you, bastard...," Tristan said through gritted teeth. He eyed the knife though, he saw what that did to Soran. He wasn't going to let this god get the better of him. He looked into the gods eyes, maybe that was the one thing he could fight this god with.

He closed his eyes, and concentrated, he focused on his own energy, he focused on the people in the house. All of a sudden he could feel their energy as well, he wondered and well he knew this was shooting for the moon in a way. He started to pull, it wasn't like the god pulling energy, even though he realized they might still be able to feel it. He was trying to use the magic system to feed himself more energy. He opened his eyes, he did feel a little better. Yet he didn't really know what else that did, he almost felt like he could stand again. So he pulled against the twine, pulled with a strength he didn't know he had.

Valyn's eyes grew wide as the twine jerked in his fingers. The boy was pulling against him, drawing himself back away from the God, "What... did you just do..." he glowered. He pulled back roughly against the twine and slashed the golden blade at Tristan.

Cryio winced as he felt the power behind that strike. He wasn't sure he could protect Tristan from it fully.

Tristan blade went up to block the slash from the knife, and he pulled again. "I am not going to be your energy source...I am not going to let you win." Tristan looked wasn't just filled with hatred but with something else. He closed his eyes again, his focus returned to the others. He was searching, and he caught something.

He opened his eyes and had a sly grin on his face as he looked at the god.

"Is that so," Valyn muttered back, watching the boy closely as he pushed his weight into the blade, trying to overpower the young Seer. The boy's eyes closed and his energy seemed to be pulling back again, something that Valyn was trying to figure out. What the hell was this boy doing? He ground his teeth and shoved harder, working the golden twine to slide through the bullet wound and squeeze.

"What are you grinning about, idiot boy," Valyn hissed as he leaned closer, power pulsing through his frame at his request as well as with his rising anger. This red haired Seer was strong, and it seemed that nothing was going to break him. Valyn was starting to think he should start changing tactics and attack the blonde again, that had made the other Seer scream earlier.

"I am not going to be your toy anymore..." he gritted as he got his balance and planted his feet. And this time instead of pulling he pushed, he hoped the change in direction would throw the other off and get some of the pressure off his shoulder. He tried to turn his blade and catch the twine to cut it. Yet he would be losing a little of his advantage if he did, he needed to be free of the god once and for all.

Valryn was certainly surprised by the sudden act of coming at him rather then trying to pull away. The twine loosened, and Valryn seemed to have had enough of playing around. He turned his blade and attacked the boy, swiping outwards towards his chest much the same as he had done to the guardian a little while ago, but this was more to distract the boy.

With his other hand, he flicked it in the direction of Kilia and Soran. Cryio cursed softly to himself, putting up as much of a barrier as he could between himself and the two Seers behind him. The air shimmered around them briefly and the golden twine began to glow very brightly until it broke through. The first scream came from Kilia who doubled over Soran with the thin twine penetrating her side. The second came from the smaller Seer underneath her. The twine glowed brightly.

"And what about now, little Seer?" Valyn asked with a sneer on his face, "How serious are you now? And if I just... started to kill them both, what would you do?" he asked cruelly as he curled his fingers and both Seer's voices filled the yard.

Tristan cursed as he heard the screams and something snapped inside him. He leaned back out of the blade reach and cut into the twine connecting to his shoulder. He felt it snap and he got to his feet finally. He swiped his blade again, this time he aimed for the gods other hand connected to the other seers. Yet he didn't stop at that point, as he spun in a quick motion aiming for the hand with the blade.

He felt the twine release the boy and with that instead of trying to tie him again, put more power into the one that was drawing from the other two. A sharp sting passed through his wrist. The painful screams slowly stopped and he wondered why, until he looked down and was horrified to see that the Seer's blade had severed his hand from the arm. The blade came back, going for his other hand. Twisting his golden knife around, he just barely caught the weapon in time.

Curling his arm up against his chest as he cursed softly at the pain in his arm, he expanded the pulsing power across his blade to trail down Tristan's weapon, reaching for his hand in an attempt to at least get him to back off. A loud sound filled the yard then and Valyn's gaze grew wide. The high pitched sound was familiar and the bright blue glow that passed through his shoulder, chest and exited the other shoulder should have been an indicator. He turned slightly to see the blonde, now fully awake, with his gun aimed at him and panting as he held an unconscious Kilia.

"Tristan! Fucking kill him!" Soran screamed.

Tristan didn't look anywhere else as much as he wanted to, and pushed the god away from him and watching him fall. He stepped on the hand with the blade, pushing down as hard as he could. He really wanted to hear the crunching of bones just to give him some satisfaction. "Oh, don't worry I don't intend to kill you, I am going to leave just enough of you alive so the goddess can end your existence. You won't ever come back to fuck with people." He took the edge of his blade and crossed the gods chest in a deep penetrating slash. He did it again but in the opposite direction. He kept going, all over the gods body, but nothing that would be life ending. He was breathing hard as he looked down at the bloody mess he made of the god. He understood that this wasn't what Soran wanted, but this was a good as he was going to get it. Finally he didn't even have the energy to stand anymore and he fell to his knees again.

Soran's gaze grew wide as he watched, staring at his boyfriend decimate the god in such a way. He shook slightly, eyes unable to move from the sight, "T-Tristan... Tristan, it's okay... don't," he was whispering those words because he couldn't find a voice to yell out loud enough for the boy to hear him. When the red head dropped, he sucked in a sharp breath. Warm hands reached and took Kilia from him and he looked into the green eyes of his mother who nodded her head towards the other Seer. He got up slowly, feeling the sharp pulse of pain from where the twine had stabbed him.

Once he was standing he sprinted across the yard. Deriea, whose frame was glowing lightly, had finally gotten up and was slowly working her way to them. Cryio's hands were lifted at her, possibly giving her the strength to do what she needed to next. Valyn shuddered on the ground, coughed and eyed Deriea as she hovered over him.

"Little more than you deserve, bastard," she hissed. With a flick of her hands, vines wrapped around him and they began to pull. Valyn screamed now and as his body began to crack, his gaze settled on Tristan before he flaked away.

"Oni's going to have your head, boy!" he yelled and then became nothing but black dust that faded out.

Soran dropped down next to Tristan, shaking as he reached out slowly to touch his face and then wrapped his arms around his neck, holding him close while uttering his name a thousand times as well as apologizing. What he apologized for he wasn't sure yet, but he couldn't help it.

Tristan watched the god disappear before he actually turned and looked at Soran, "Silly...don't..." Tristan gasped and reached toward the woods, "Rethyn." He couldn't get anymore out as he finally lost conciseness and leaned against the other.

As Sina emerged from the forest she held her arm and had a limp. Her magic system was going insane as Jayce kept saying over and over again. "Miss Sina, miss Sina?" Ignoring it she stumbled past the others as she sat down near her Seer and Tristan.

Raising a bloody hand to the air she panted out. "Yay, go team bamf!"

In response Jayce said to her. "That's a horrid name and you should feel bad." Coughing a little Sina then giggled lightly as she said. "Very much resetting you."

"Sina," Soran breathed as he held Tristan's still form, "Sina... we lost Rethyn," he said softly, voice trembling slightly as he shook his head, "He... took Valyn and tried to fight him by himself, but he didn't come back. We have to find him," he clung to Tristan tightly as he tried hard not to freak out. He looked around the yard, seeing River making her way to them, "Momma! Take him, please, take him to Alauric and Uncle Vic. I... I have to go."

"Go where? You're hurt too!"

Soran shook his head, "I have to find Rethyn. How's Kilia?"

"Awake now, but she's hurt as well. Wait for us, alright? For me and Alauric and Grayson. Victor can take care of Tristan, I promise," she said as she helped her son pull Tristan up and take him to the house. Kilia sat on the porch, panting a bit as she held her hand over her wound, a brilliant green glow enveloping her small frame.

River helped Soran put Tristan on the couch and Soran bit his lip as she went to get Victor.

The three adults were coming from the kitchen, apparently they had been away from house doing an errand down the mountain. Alauric gasped as he saw his son, "What happened," but the small healer did ask he only went to work. A gold spell from his pad and washed over Tristan, yet Vic pulled the spell. "I am going to need more time with him, who else is hurt"

"Sina is," Soran managed, though his throat was tight as he heard Victor say that he needed a bit more time with Tristan. His heart wrenched as he knew part of that was his fault. His fingers pulled into a tight fist, nails biting into his skin, threatening to break into the palms of his hands and draw blood. He grit his teeth, eyes closing tightly as he turned his head away.

"Soran," River's voice was soft and he only seemed to grow even more distressed.

"I... am sorry, Alauric. It was my fault. I... did that to him," he stepped backwards, shook his head and then turned on his heel to rush for the front door.

"Soran!" River shouted.

"I have to find Rethyn!" he yelled back. He jumped off the steps and took off. Kilia, who had heard him as he ran past her got to her feet in shock. She turned back to the house, leaning against the door.

"What... what happened? Where is he going?" her heart was racing. Had she heard correctly? Did he say he was going to find Rethyn? But why? Couldn't Rethyn just teleport back to the house. Unless he was too weak to do so, she gasped then. Kilia whirled around and went after him, a bit more clumsy than he was and definitely not as fast. She sighed heavily as she tried to get some strength into her limbs.

"Soran!" she yelled into the darkness, jogging lightly as well as giving a bit of a groan. "Aww damn it..." she cursed softly.

A little confusion hit the others inside the house, Alauric looked at Grayson, "Go help them, you will be able to find the guardian faster, get a flashlight first. Victor see to the girl first, I will take Tristan to his room." He looked at River, "do what you will, I am leaving that up to you." If she wanted to go after her son then she could go, if she wanted to do something else.

Victor went outside and found the girl guardian, her healing was done in a matter of about 10 minutes.

Giving Victor a small bow she quickly said "Thank you Victor-sempi!" as she darted for the door.

River took a breath and nodded slightly to Alauric, "I'll be right back. We'll find out what happened... if I can get him to talk," she muttered the last part and went out the backdoor. Finding a flashlight of her own, she started through the trees, hoping to find Grayson and make this search a lot faster.

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Soran ran headlong into the trees, without a light, without a direction and only fueled by his guilt and anger at his own stupidity. The branches cut at his face, a particularly deep one just under his eye. He was lucky the branch hadn't hit higher. He was panting, crying, and struggling to get a lid on his raging thoughts. He was sure Alauric was angry with him for Tristan's condition, his mother looked shocked as well and he just didn't want to think at all.

To add to it, he wasn't even sure which way he was supposed to be going. His idiot move of leaving the house without Grayson was sure to bite him in the ass. As he ran, he was starting to grow tired, his breathing burned in his chest. He slowed, only to trip on some roots and went sprawling forward into the dirt. Groaning slightly, he pushed himself up, "Ow... ow..." he winced.

Taking a look around he seemed to finally realize that he was in the middle of the woods, no light, and alone.

"Damn it... such an idiot..." he growled to himself and pushed himself up to his feet again. Wincing he was reminded of the wound where the twine had gone through him and Kilia. It wasn't large, but it was deep. Rolling his eyes, he started walking, "Going straight... I'm sure to find something... right?"

~

"Soran! Soran!" KIlia's voice shouted as she worked her way through the trees.
"Kilia!?" A flash of light in the distance caught her attention and she recognized the voice to be Rivers.
"Yeah... is Soran with you?"
"No, come here. We'll find him, and we'll find Rethyn."

Kilia nodded, then realized that the woman couldn't see her yet and worked her way towards the ex-Seer's light, "Alright," she said and in a matter of seconds she was with River and together they worked their way through the trees again.

Grayson was trying to track Soran, the boy was really just running in the dark without direction. He finally caught up with the boy, "Soran," his voice was calm as he appeared in front of him.

Back at the house Victor got to Tristan finally, "he has lost quite a bit of blood, but I didn't want to really say that in front of everyone. I can heal this...but it might be rather painful."

Alauric nodded and looked at wound in Tristan's shoulder, now he realized why Soran said what he did. He recognized a bullet wound, yet Alauric wasn't angry, he knew better then to judge a book by its cover.

Soran gasped at the sudden voice and Grayson coming out of the darkness right in front of him. He stumbled backwards, the back of his foot catching a root and he tumbled onto the ground. Wincing yet again, he groaned as he sat up, "G-Grayson...T-that was...um.. fast," he uttered as he glanced up at him and then looked away.

Grayson looked at him, "Why are you traveling around in the dark." He walked to him slowly and handed him a flashlight, "I think I can read the other, in the water nearby. I will go as slowly as I can." Grayson wanted to find Rethyn, his aura was weakening, He took off toward where he thought the other was, hoping he wasn't as hurt as he thought.

A large round of ‘what if’s’ went through his head, ”What if I hadn’t left the house?”, “What if I had thought of something better to save him?”, “What if I had been stronger?” the list went on and he always came back around to his stupid decision of leaving the house in the first place. He grit his teeth as he followed after Grayson.

The sound of water flowing filled the air and he soon stumbled upon the bank with the older Guardian. Lying in the mud was a dark form and as his light landed on Rethyn, Soran gasped. The light shook in his hand until it fell from his fingers and he stumbled backwards into the branches and bushes, falling again only to be cushioned by the bush behind him.

He cried, hard as his eyes stared at the bloody mess that was Rethyn lying on the bank. His light that he’d dropped clearing showing the pool of red all along Rethyn’s clothes and in the dirt. Doubling over, he gripped his hair tightly in his hands and shook violently as he cried. All the while, blaming himself for what had happened.

Grayson looked at the boy, but turned toward the guardian, he knelt down next to the other. "Rethyn," he knew the other wouldn't respond. but still. He did check for a pulse, "he is still alive." Grayson closed his eyes and ran a path, he wouldn't be able to do much for the wounds, but he can start the internal healing. He opened his pad and something green came off his pad, "there that should make him a little more comfortable until we can get him back."

Without her pad, Sina finally caught up to the others by the muddy bank of the water. She had gone at a full sprint and now held her hands on her knees as she looked to Soran then to Rethyn as she lowered her head in defeat. She had not been fortunate to hear the words of Grayson and like Soran she begun to cry as small sniffles could be heard from her. Glancing over to her Seer she wanted to hug him or something as his pain was making the situation even worse as she begun to feel a sickness from her stomach. It was like Japan all over again, but this time she had more people to lose she actually cared for.

Lifting his head, Soran looked to Grayson. His breathing was shaking as he took in deep breaths past the sobs, "He's... alive..." Soran repeated, having actually heard Grayson's voice. He couldn't believe it. The boy was covered in blood and that wound... it seemed so... terrible. He grit his teeth. Pushing himself out of the bushes, he crawled over to the two of them. Reaching out, he just barely touched the boy's head, brushing back his dark hair.

"Sorry... I'm sorry," he moaned as his fingers curled in the mud and let his head fall down onto his arm as he knelt there, "...Can take him back... you can, right? I... will come later..." he said shaking his head slightly.

Grayson looked at him, and for the first time in his life he was going to say totally out of character and perhaps a little bit selfish, "Soran, you can't blame yourself for this, and Tristan needs you," he stopped and sighed. He wasn't going to convince the other if he was determined to be so stubborn about it. He turned to the girl, "Stay with him, the other two are nearby, if you should hear them. Tell them I am taking Rethyn back to the house."

Grayson picked up the boy in his arms and turned to take the shortest and clearest route back. He looked at the blonde seer one last time and left.

"Soran.." Sina said as she wiped at her own tears. After realizing Rethyn had life within him she became relived as she believed the several healers they had could do the job just fine. She had a feeling some of those experienced healers dealt with much worse. It was still a worry, but the girl knew where her responsibilities now laid. Looking to Soran with vein eyes, Sina walked over to the boy as she tried to comfort him with a light hug. "It's alright Soran, he's right, it's really not your fault. I believe Blue-eyes there knew what he was getting into when he separated himself from you."

Sina then took a sigh as she then asked. "What were the three of you doing out here anyway?"

Grayson changed him mind in a few feet as he went toward Kilia and River, and after he found them he said, "I found the boy, Soran is by the water with Sina. We need to get Rethyn back to the house." Grayson was covering the worst of the wound on Rethyn's chest so they couldn't see it. Yet he knew that Kilia was going to have to help with the healing.

Kilia gave a gasp as she heard Grayson's voice and then she gasped a second time as her gaze settled upon Rethyn in his arms, "What happened!?" her voice was high pitched as she rushed over to them. She wanted to see, but Grayson was holding the boy just right for her to only get a glimpse at the blood on his shirt, "Rethyn..." she shook slightly and bit her lip, "Hurry, I can heal this," she said and turned to help lead the way back to the house with her light. River nodded at Grayson, her hand gripping his arm tightly before she slipped past him and went further down through the trees.

Soran shook his head as he knelt there, trembling and not wanting to move at all, "He.. shouldn't have had... to do that!" he said between gasps of air, "I thought... we would be safe..." he slammed his fist into the mud, spraying it as he gave a sharp shout.
When she asked what they had been doing, he coughed hard and shook his head, "Stupid... it was my stupid idea!" he muttered, not wanting to say anymore than that. It didn't matter anymore anyway, what he'd wanted to do when he'd asked Tristan to go see the waterfall with him.

"Soran," River's voice came through the trees, her light landing on them, "Hey," she said, coming and kneeling down next to them. She put her hand on Sina's shoulder, "Come on, you're hurt too, lets get back."

"This is... nothing compared to them," he said coldly.

River's lips pulled into a frown. Gently removing Sina, she pulled Soran up by his shoulders, "You are coming back, I'm not letting you stay out here like this. You're bleeding, you're tired and you probably smacked your head earlier," her voice was stern, but not without a mothers worry.

He stared at her in shock, then fell forward on her shoulder, "Momma... I hurt him..." he cried.

"Come on," she said softer, patting his head a bit and standing up with him clinging to her. She started back to the house with him against her side then, her other hand reaching for Sina's shoulder too, to help her back as well.

Taking the support of River, Sina limped along as she tried to hold her own weight as well. Her injuries had been half healed and were now aching. She would every so often glance over at Soran as she looked worried about her Seer, but since he with his mother she knew that River could do a better job at her in the comforting of Soran. Looking around the woods they passed through she felt a sadness go through her as the night was beautiful. It hurt to know one god ruined this night for her and all of friends when all they wanted to do was enjoy the stars and the area.

Sina sighed lightly as just ahead of her she could see the house. "Thank you." She said gently to River.

River only nodded a bit to Sina as they walked.

Grayson followed Kilia back to the house, they arrived a few minutes before the others would return. Alauric was standing on the back porch and frowned as they approached, "Victor is still with Tristan, yeah and before you ask," he comment was more toward Grayson then the other, "he kicked me out of the room." Grayson stopped on the porch, "Kilia...can your friend help any." He was asking about Cryio, just wondering, because he didn't want to say to Kilia she couldn't do it on her own. It looked like she was already tired from earlier.

Kilia nodded her head, "Yes, he can help... he'll have to prepare him first though," she said and with that went to the front of the house to get Cryio's attention. Coming back, she nodded eagerly to Grayson, "He said to bring him, quickly," she reached out for him as her gaze fell on Rethyn. She bit her lip, seeing him like that... she was going to find out how he ended up like that. Reaching up, she rubbed at her eyes, keeping herself together as best she could.

From the treeline, River stepped into the golden light of the house that was now fully lit in the dead of the night. In tow was both Sina and Soran. She heaved a sigh as she approached and looked up to Alauric, shaking her head slightly. Patting both of them on their back she ordered, "Go inside," and waited until they'd done so before she turned to Alauric, "How is he?" she kept her voice low.

Alauric looked at her, "he is going to be fine, he just lost quite a bit of blood. I have no idea why...or how he fought as long as he did." Alauric was silent for a minute after that, "how is Soran." He wanted River to know he wasn't angry at her son. He wasn't blaming him for this, if anything the stupidity of being outside this late at night was both of their faults.

"Upset," she answered as she crossed her arms and leaned against the railing, "blaming himself heavily. I can't say it's not entirely his fault, at least for a god attacking them, but for leaving the house..." she shook her head, "Mind if I leave that one to you? If I yell at them, they'll think I hate them. I'm so irritated with him, and worried. That boy... scared the hell out of me tonight," she gave a frustrated sound as she bent backwards a bit, tilting her head back as she did so, "They really have so much to learn..."

Alauric chuckled, "don't worry I will say something to them both. Yet I remember that age well...I wasn't as well behaved either." He sighed, now he felt really old for some odd reason. "I say lets...um venture inside for something to drink. I know I could use it."

River let out a small laugh, "Yeah, I suppose that's true. All of us were a little... crazy weren't we," River grinned at him, "I would love that drink. Besides, I've yet to ask you about how you and Grayson are," she said with a little laugh as she shoved at his shoulder, "Are you still getting into trouble with him? You never could stand up to his 'awful gaze' as I remember you once calling it," she teased as she moved into the house silently, her voice still low.

Alauric couldn't help it, he slightly blushed, "We are better now," he said but he didn't elaborate what that meant.

River lifted an eyebrow, "Better hu?" she grinned at him, "No details hu... damn, you're no fun," she said with a wave of her hand as she reached for a couple of glasses. She tilted one glass at him, "I bet you'd talk if you had a little something to help you along the way hu?"

Alauric cleared his throat, "Now that would get me in loads of trouble," he smiled at her. He slightly looked away, "but there is something I have been meaning to tell you." He sat down because he was tired in the first place and he needed to think about what he was going to say to her in the second. He looked at her, "It happened back on the day Tristan became a seer, with his mom." River had no idea, well at least he thought she didn't on how bad things had gotten between Tristan and Mom. "She had an episode...and well tried to kill herself." He stopped for a second to gather his thoughts, "I had to put her somewhere to protect her, protect the children, I am sorry for hiding it from you. She isn't the same person like she use to be, maybe that is why I am acting like she never existed. I am sorry that sounded horrible."

When he said that he'd getting into trouble, she grinned at him, her mischievous look returning. She really wanted to ask more about that, but then Alauric turned the conversation and she lifted an eyebrow. Sipping her drink, she listened to him. She frowned at him from across the table, then shook her head, "There's no need to apologize, Alauric," she looked down at the table, "There are certainly worse things you could have done, but you did the right thing. I think. Protecting the children... I... unfortunately... wasn't able to protect Soran as I should have," she muttered softly. Setting the glass down, she leaned on the table, lacing her fingers, "There are plenty of things that we try to do for both ourselves and our kids. I think that... even after twenty years with them, we're still learning," she was referring to both their sons, Tristan and Soran and in how they were raised. She smiled at him after a moment, "But I think they both came out just fine, don't you? No need to blame yourself for anything."

Alauric smiled in return maybe he just needed to hear those words, maybe that is why he told her, some sort of justification for his actions. "Thanks, ok...so maybe you could help me with suitable way to punish those two, talking to them seems a little to easy-going."

River nodded in agreement, "Oh yes. But I could be very mean. Put them in separate rooms, make them pull all the tiny little weeds from the entire front yard, make them clean the bathrooms with a toothbrush," her eyes grew with a mischievous light again, "Oh, you could make them redo your front yard, young labor always works for great punishment. As does taking away games, and other things that they find fun... which in this case is each other. I'm still sticking with separate rooms for a few nights."

He nodded, "that might be a good idea, but I will wait on that, just because well I don't want to make anyone more upset at the moment." He really meant that he knew he didn't want to hurt Soran more. If the boy was really blaming himself well, he was going to have to face Tristan first.

River nodded, "Fair enough, then I'll leave it all to you," she said with a smile and tipped her glass at him before taking another drink.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Sina Virye
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"Tristan," Soran called softly. It was a bit dark in the room, they'd had dinner and most of the house was already in bed. However, Soran just couldn't get comfortable and sleep. Maybe it was too hot still... or maybe he was just thinking about too many things. Whatever it was, it kept him awake. So he wanted to do something to help sleep later. He poked the red head, "Tristan... Hey," he poked him again trying to restrain a slight giggle, "Tristan. I wanna go to that spot, the one with the waterfall..." he whispered. Boy did he sound like a kid just then.

A grumbling red-headed seer turned over slightly, "You want to go now...," he was slightly whining. He had just gotten comfortable again after coming back to bed from supper, not that he even wanted to get up for that. The aches were still present but had some what gone away. "So...what do you want to do at that spot," he was curious as to why Soran wanted to go there.

He refrained from giggling too much as Tristan rolled over and complained to him, "I can't sleep," he said with a pout, "I want to go see what it's like at night. I bet its really pretty," he reached out and grabbed Tristan's hand and pulled gently, shaking it up and down slightly, "Can we go? Please... please?!" he was probably being really difficult, but at the moment he didn't really mind,

"Besides, you'll like it," he said with a grin.

"But...but...," aww damn, Tristan sighed and got up slowly. "fineeee." Tristan yawned and stood, "do you mind if I get a shirt to wear though."

Soran gave a sigh as if he were slightly put out by the fact that his boyfriend wanted a shirt. Sitting down with his legs crossed on the floor, he looked up at the boy, "I suppose that's okay," he grinned then, "You won't be needing it later though," he teased.

"Well then," he said, "I suppose the same goes for you too." Tristan picked something from the closet, something he must have left in here, he didn't remember. "Okay I am ready," and offered his hand to the boy sitting on the floor.

Grateful for the darkness, Soran knew he'd gone from pale colored to bright red. He really had to learn how to throw Tristan off like he did to him. Taking the hand offered, he stood up and in a quick roll forward pecked a kiss on Tristan's lips, "Thank you!" he said. Turning, he went for the door and opened it quietly, his fingers still in Tristan's hand. He led the way to the backdoor, looking back to beam at the boy whose hair was a total mess. He laughed a bit as he slid open the door and stepped outside, his boots making a soft sound against the wood of the porch.

"Nice hair baby," he commented lightly, "Man... I don't know why I'm so wide awake..." he pondered, "Maybe I shouldn't have tea before bed," he mused softly and stepped off into the dirt path.

"Um...yours doesn't look any better, and aren't we forgetting something." The moon did a pretty good, but the woods were dark. He grabbed two flashlights from a bin on the porch. "I hope we don't get any creepy gods following," he didn't know why he said that.

A pair of solid blue eyes watched as the two lovers passed by without noticing him through the darkness of the room. "Where are they going?" Rethyn thought to himself as he arose from his chair to feel the familiar aches he'd been having since training. A part of him wanted to leave them be, but the protective Guardian shook his head as he slinked off into the shadows to follow. Wincing a little he didn't like the fact that he was only leaving Grayson and Sina to guard Kilia. He knew he was going to have the trust the two of them, but it was a growing fear.

Soran turned around and with his hands behind his back smiled at Tristan, "Ah...yeah, sort of forgot about those," he said as the other Seer grabbed the flashlights for them. Taking one in hand, he clicked it on of course doing the absolute dumb maneuver of pointing the damned thing up at his face, "Gah!!!" he quickly turned it away from his eyes as he stumbled a bit, "Damn... those... yup, they work, and they're bright..." he muttered. Pointing the light into the dark forest he laughed a bit.
"Creepy gods hu... yeah I guess they are kinda creepy if you think about it," he said as he started to the trail.

Tristan looked at him for a second trying not to chuckle at him, "Yeah...point down, work better that way." He took the other by the hand and said, "Don't worry though, I could probably get there without the flashlight." He led the other toward the woods again.

"S-shut up!" Soran said as he batted at Tristan's shoulder about the flashlight, "So mean to me," he said though he grinned. He followed after Tristan, taking the same way they went last time the red haired Seer took him there. It wasn't too long after that he could hear the crashing of water and then pushing through the branches they were met by the same open platform from before. Soran's eyes grew wide and he took in a deep breath of awe, "Wow..." he breathed.

Turning he looked up at the sky which was cloudless and offered a brilliant silver moon to paint the waterfall with as well as the grassy area from before. Almost dancing around Tristan, he beamed up at the boy, "Beautiful!" he tugged at Tristan's hands and guided the boy to the grassy patch where he sat down and patted the spot next to him on his left, "Thanks Tristan.. and sorry I woke you up... I just couldn't sleep. I promise not to drink tea next time," he said with a small grin.

Tristan grinned back as he sat down, "its fine." Tristan watched the waterfall. He really did like this place at night too, not that he was going to admit that, well not right now anyways.

From the shadows Rethyn leaned against a tree as he watched the two of them. With a small smile upon his face he was glad to see his Seer so happy with Soran. As no trouble seemed to come he begun to debate with himself if he should try to get some sleep as the nightmares had faded from him. However, he felt as if his feet were glued in place as he worried. A god could easily ambush them here, and Rethyn knew the best way to beat an ambush. Ambush the ambushers is what he had in mind as he looked like he had strange cat-like eyes within the shadows.

Ducked behind the tree he had become visible to save energy.

Soran shifted around. Lifting one hand he ran it up Tristan's stomach to his shoulder as he leaned on him a playful grin on his face, "Told you that shirt wasn't going to be needed, didn't I?" he teased softly then leaned in for a kiss.

Tristan chuckled slightly but didn't say anything and just accepted the kiss.

Soran shifted again so that he was sort of sitting over Tristan's lap, both arms wrapped around the boys neck as he kissed him. He was getting lost in kiss, the touch of his boyfriend underneath him. The little blonde Seer really did enjoy kissing the other boy. As his fingers tangled up in Tristan's hair and the shirt he wore, there was a slight shift of the wind. Something moved and in the next instant, golden twine wrapped around Tristan, dragging him up and away from Soran who startled.

Gasping, he eyed the golden strands that seemed to glow a bit in the darkness. Those dark, red eyes that peered over Tristan's shoulder sent a chill down Soran's spine. For a moment he couldn't breathe as he stared, petrified to the spot. The twine tightened down around Tristan's arm and upper body to confine him there, the God holding the other arm outstretched to prohibit too much movement and probably straining the shoulder.

"Found you," the God said softly. His gaze shifted over to the red haired Seer whom he was hiding behind.

"Tristan..." Soran breathed out, finally finding his voice. He stood up quickly and with a swipe opened his magic system. From it, he drew one of the higher calibrated handguns that he'd worked on. He held it down at the ground, but was tempted to lift it, his fingers curling and uncurling around the weapon as he tried to see if he could find a spot to fire off the weapon.

One second he was in a passionate kiss the next he was wrapped up in some sort of rope. "What the..." Tristan couldn't get a good look at the thing at the other end as his movement was restricted. "Soran," he could see the fear in the others eyes, even in the darkness. The voice from behind him sent chills down his spine and he strained for a look. "Who the fuck are you," Tristan voice sounded angry.

Suddenly a light whistle could be heard from behind the god as the musical Rethyn came from the shadows with his dirk knife pressed against the gods back. It was with enough force for the tip to break the skin, but nothing note worthy. With a smirk displayed upon his face Rethyn sent his retort quietly through the air. "Found you." Pressing the knife only slightly harder he lowered his voice as he then said. "Now let them go."

Soran took a gasp of air at the sound of Rethyn's voice. Since when...? He shook his head a bit, it didn't matter. Maybe it was a good thing anyway. He slowly lifted the weapon in his hands, watching carefully to see what the God would do.

Red eyes turned just enough to see the boy behind him, to which he returned his own wicked grin and said simply, "No," He moved right after, a blur of motion with Tristan in tow until he was standing on the edge of the little platform where they had been watching the waterfall. Soran stepped forward, his heart in his throat. He remembered quite clearly now that this God was... very fast. One moment being at a far distance and the next being right in your face. He shuddered violently from the memory. He almost couldn't breathe.

"I believe, you asked me who I am," the God whispered to Tristan, his voice soft but filled with a heavy layer of malice and cruel intent, "I think I'll...show you. I'm sure you couldn't possibly forget... something like this, now could you," he said as he reached up and tapped Tristan's forehead with a finger, "It's called a memory, enjoy it for a little while won't you?"

Soran's heart raced. He knew what was going to be shown and he yelled, "Tristan!" His gun raising up but he couldn't fire, there was no way he was going to shoot at Tristan, but the god was on the edge, and holding the red haired Seer. His finger squeezed the trigger, if the god moved but an inch, then he could lessen the damage on Tristan, he bit his lip, feeling tears edge into his eyes, "I-if... he moves... if Valyn moves... just a little bit... I... I could free him. That.. twine isn't going to let him go unless Valyn is distracted... I'll... please if you can move him just a bit, I won't have to hurt Tristan too much," he begged, hands shaking as he held his weapon up.

Tristan felt that cold finger touch his forehead, and even though his body was present on that platform his mind went back. He was in a warehouse, one from the inside he didn't recognize. Then he saw it, the blond seer chained against the wall, a god standing over him...with a knife. Screams echoed against the wall, and Tristan tried to move, but since this was a memory he was plastered there.

Tristan's body on the other hand, was slightly thrashing. His face had gone pale, and his eyes had gone wide.

Drawing his blade, Rethyn gritted his teeth at Soran at first as he said he was going to have to hurt Tristan. However, as he thought about it he knew the boy would never hurt Tristan unless he had to. Looking over to the god then darting back to Soran with his eyes he said. "You can't miss the shot."

Shaking his head he cursed at himself for not making the initial stab upon the god. He could of at least weakened the monster. Walking a little ways away from the boy, Rethyn suddenly faded away as his visibility decreased. After a few seconds a small hiss could be heard near a tree as Rethyn seemed to teleport.

"We weren't done." Rethyn hissed as he landed next to Valyn and came at him from the shadows. With the hope of surprise at his side he did not slash at the god as he preformed a jumping lung at the god. With his elbow firmly pressed to the side of his ribs, Rethyn tightened his shoulder as he put all his weight into a ram.

The God growled lightly as the pesky little Guardian returned. He turned his red gaze to the boy just briefly and then ignored him as he kept the other Seer tightly held to him, his hands starting to glow with a strange light. Then he felt the heavy weight of the boy against him, shoving him over a couple of steps along the precarious edge of the platform. He growled lightly at the boy.

Soran took a deep breath and the moment the God was moved, his finger pulled the trigger. The gun made a very loud high pitched sound as if it were powering up and then fired, releasing a brilliant blue light followed by the compacted bullet wrapped in energy. He ground his teeth knowing that Tristan was really going to hate him for this. However, the pain of that shot would hopefully pull him out of that awful memory that he was being shown and drag him back to the present.

The God turned at the sound, but was far too late as the projectile went through his prey's shoulder and hit him square in the chest. Valyn's grip on Tristan released and he fell backwards from the impact as he changed tactics. Dragging his energy to stop the bullet from going through him, the golden twine faded out and Valyn fell from the platform. Soran dropped his weapon and sprinted for Tristan.

Tristan was ripped from the memory and he felt the bullet pass through his shoulder. The momentum of the god carried him though and his fell from the platform as well, but he knew the water was deep enough, so he tried to turn his body in mid-air so he could hit with his feet. The splash could be heard as he entered, he resurfaced a second later coughing and trying to kick his feet.

Seeing an opportunity to strike and to get the god away from his Seer, Rethyn reached out an arm and grabbed at the God roughly as he closed his eyes. With much strain he begun to feel his body ache as he teleported the two of them two miles east of the waterfall. With a loud uncontrolled crack of a sound the two of them were off.

Releasing the god and stumbling back a few steps, Rethyn felt his left leg cramp up as he begun to pant from the excursion of energy. Raising his blade defensively he hoped the god would be confused before lashing out at him. Pushing air from his lungs he kept trying to catch his breath with little success.

Valyn felt the strange shift as the boy wrapped his arms around him. Moved from where he'd been he was suddenly put somewhere else. The loud sound marked their entrance to another part of the forest. Valyn moved slightly as the boy released him and stumbled away. A bit of a deep wound bled in his chest where he'd just barely managed to stop the bullet going all the way through him. The God turned slowly and glowered at the boy. His red eyes narrowed dangerously and he didn't move as he watched the Guardian carefully.

"You're weak, and yet... you've the nerve to challenge me, by yourself," Valyn said coldly, his face unchanging as he stood there. There was no emotion shown much like always, "You're going to die," he said, stating it as if it were a well known fact. His fingers snapped and the golden twine shot out at Rethyn, while in his other hand a bright golden blade appeared.

Slashing his blade at a downward angle, Rethyn managed to get the golden twine wrapped around his enchanted blade instead of being grasped by it. Stagging a little Rethyn felt the pain from his left leg die down a little as he moved into a half-cocked stance. Lifting his chin up in the air to the god he said with a taunting smirk. "I would say there's a first time for everything, but I'm an exception in this case."

Fixing his stance a little more, Rethyn winced a little as the muscle pain strained him. Pointing the tip of his blade in the direction of the god he finished with. "I thought you would need a handicap. I've been a part of fucking up your plans twice now. I was the one who pulled Soran out from under your noses."

Valyn withdrew the golden twine. For a moment, the god stood there silent. Slowly, he lifted an eyebrow as he regarded the Guardian in the cool night air, "So it was you... That faint trace... what you just did," his lips twitched and a smile grew, red eyes flashing as he turned and gave a soft laugh. The moonlight faded behind a thick set of clouds and the Gods frame seemed to disappear in the darkness, only his glowing red eyes visible in the pitch black.

In one moment, the Gods' eyes seemed to be far away and in the next he was right up next to Rethyn, the sing of a blade was heard but not seen. He slashed out at Rethyn, a soft chuckle on his lips.

The attack was too fast for Rethyn to register as the blade deeply cut from his lower ribs to just below his collar bone upon his right side. In pure panic after the blade passed, Rethyn flickered up into the air then flickered again as he vanished from obvious sight as he landed in a tree not too far off. As he held his hand over himself he was relieved that the blade even though deep wasn't deep enough to cut the muscle groups or get into his vitals.

As blood however rained from him at a dribble, Rethyn knew it didn't matter. He would pass out before long and the God would see him fall from the tree. He had brought enough time and it was time to escape. But where and how? Placing his head against the bark he tried his best to hold in his panting as it caused him both pain and would cause his detection.

He was failing.

The clouds moved, allowing the silver light to paint the forest again. Valyn looked around as he'd lost sight of the boy with the glowing blue eyes. Turning just a bit he moved from his spot. The boy couldn't have gone far. He knew he was around there. His hand opened and the golden twine slowly revealed itself in the darkness. Moving through the trees, he reached out to try to sense the vanishing trick the boy had done before. As he stalked through the trees, something splattered next to him. Reaching out, he touched the dark liquid and then looked up.

He grinned again. Flicking his hand, he sent the golden twine upwards into the tree branches to snare around the boy.

Wap!

Just before the golden twine was about to make contact with Rethyn he vanished with a last ditch teleport. However, as he teleported off a small metallic object fell from the tree at the feet of Valyn. With a deafening flash and pop, Rethyn heard the bang from out to a mile away.

Seething in pain, Rethyn was startled by the shock of the cold water as he went under. The stream wasn't deep, but upon his back he could float. However, as blood quickly drained itself from his body he started to close his eyes. He fought his own body from rolling over in the water as he remained upon his back.

There they were again. The shadows took their hollowing property once again as Rethyn would occasionally see being staring at him from the trees. Their eyes were just pure white as many of them were missing limbs or had extra limbs attached onto usual places.

The urge to close his eyes had only become more powerful as he coughed out a horridly weak tune. "I may not say it much but I know I made you worry all the time, back then you could of always said the things I've done and you're the same today so I'll try not to burden you. But try to realize that I've closed my eyes just because the world it's.."

Closing his eyes Rethyn felt himself fade as he felt the water gently against the back of his head and neck.

Tristan and Soran

Soran's voice ripped from his throat as he pelted for the other boy who was falling he screamed out Tristan's name, fear rocking through him as he ran. He heard the splash soon after. Dropping to his knees, he searched the water below that wasn't but a few feet down and looked for the boy. He saw Tristan come up for air and he stretched out his hand, but he wasn't quite close enough. Slamming his hands against the dirt he shoved off the edge and took a couple of steps back and ran forward to jump off of the edge. It was almost like doing a cannon ball into a pool, except a slight bit higher.

He hit the water and then quickly came up top and swam for Tristan. Wrapping his arms around the boy, he pulled, trying to haul him over to the bank which was hard to see in the darkness without the flashlights. His heart hammered in his chest, "Tristan! Tristan, I'm sorry, are you alright?" he called out as he tried to compose himself and swim at the same time. He was thankful he was a fairly good swimmer right about then.

Tristan coughed again as he heard the water and looked toward the blonde coming toward him. He cringed as the other was holding on a little to tight. "Soran, I am fine, just loosen your grip, your choking me." Tristan was grinning...he could hear the panic in the others voice. He was trying to lighten up the situation, of course he really had no clue as to what hit him. When they finally made it to shore, he laid there for a minute. "Wait where's Rethyn...," his voice went slightly in a panic.

He looked around, what was the idiot thinking, they all needed to fight this god together. The god was going to be a tough one.

"S-sorry," Soran uttered as he lessened his grip a little bit, still frightened by what had just happened. Guilt grasped his chest in their cold claws. As they got up on the bank and Tristan lay there for a while, Soran hovered over him in fear, his fingers reaching out to just barely touch the injured shoulder. It wasn't until he saw the blood that he started to cry, keeping his voice to himself as best he could though but having no control over the tears as they mixed in with the water that rained from his hair.

"Tristan..." he whispered softly, then he heard mention of Rethyn and his heart lurched. He glanced around, chest heaving a bit, "No... he didn't... He can't be serious! Th-thats... that god is..." he couldn't even get the words from his mouth.

"Soran, calm down...he will be alright," Tristan had to have some faith in his guardian. He had to have faith above every emotion at the moment, he turned to the other. "What is wrong, stop crying please, there is no crying in baseball."

"Come on, if we can't find him, we need to go back to the house, get the others. And hope that he won't catch up before we get there."

He sucked in a sharp breath, his hand reached out and slapped against Tristan's chest as he cried harder, "This isn't baseball, idiot! I'm crying... because I'm afriad, and I'm... crying because I know what you saw! I'm crying because I don't know what to do!" he hiccuped a bit as he leaned forward onto Tristan and tried to calm himself down, "And I'm crying because you're hurt," he muttered the last part. He knew that Tristan was right, he had to pull it together. To lose it so easily in a fight... in the face of a God no less. He was weak... too weak.

Tristan sighed it was bad timing on making a joke he guessed. He put his hands on Soran's face, "Soran...focus please, I am afraid too, and while what I saw was the most heart-wrenching thing, I've imagined much worse, I love you, okay, I have you back and I won't let him take you away from me again. But we have to move, we can't sit here." He had to leave out the fact he was hurt, he knew if he focused on it...then the pain would come all to real.

He stared at Tristan for a long while before he finally nodded. He sniffed, took a shuddering breath and wiped at his eyes and face. His gaze flicked to Tristan's bleeding shoulder. The bullet, though it had been small had packed quite a punch and he worried about how damaged the wound really was. He didn't ask though, he didn't want it to be the center of both of their thoughts. He picked himself up off the ground, dirt that had turned to mud from his soggy clothes clung to him, "Alright... how far back from here?"

"If we move on the trail then not far," yet Tristan had another idea. Staying on a trail seemed like a bad idea, "I got another idea, but I don't think using the flashlight will be smart, you have to put your trust in me." Tristan though had to get off the ground first. "I need your help though first." Being in the mud also was simply fantastic, he could see himself slipping and falling several times. "Or find me a stick or something, thick branch..."

"Okay," Soran replied and went searching for he'd been asked for. Soran located a large enough broken branch for Tristan to use. He knew that if he tried to help they would both end up taking a mud bath to say the least. What he did do though was set himself on dry ground and reached down for Tristan's good arm to help him up with the added addition of the stick. Once Tristan was on his feet, he tangled his fingers in the boys hand, "I trust you," he said.

His gaze flicked around the darkness and he took a double take off to their right. A sharp gasp filled his throat, "Tristan... we have to go, now," he said, trying not to shout or give away their own position as he caught a flash of glowing red in the darkness not to far up the bank and the hill. His hand tightened in Tristan's as he briefly wondered what happened to Rethyn if the God was there already. Valyn's freakish speed was unnerving to say the least.

Tristan was up and ready to move when he heard Soran's voice, Fuck was his only thought, "Okay lets go," He held on to the others hand and took off, through the path back to the main trail. He offhandedly wondered if God's could smell blood, cause he knew he was going to be making a trail of it. Instead of turning to go back on the main path, he keep going straight. Really what he was doing was making a big circle, but it would have them end up in the front of the house. The others he could wake up, but at least if he got to the other gods first, maybe then they would have a chance to get things together. "Oh I got an idea, maybe we can distract him a little bit more, give us some more time." He stopped and realized that the arm that he usually used to pull spells off with was the one that got hurt. He moved the pad to his hand, and pulled something off it.

A golden ball fell from his hand and began to glow and then started changing, "Come on, we need to move again." He didn't want to be there when that thing popped open, or the surprise popped out.

Tristan's fingers tightened just a bit and then he took off into the trees, dragging Soran with him. His heart thrummed hard and fast in his chest as he tried to keep up with the taller Seer. Branches snapped past his face and he was just barely keeping them from smacking him in the head. He didn't even want to glance behind him, sure that the God had heard their run. When Tristan stopped, he nearly had a heart attack, but the boy didn't linger for long and dropped something where they'd just been a moment before. The ball had been glowing gold then started changing color.

"W-what did you drop?" he asked as he chased after his boyfriend. Swiping his hand on the pad, he drew his gun again and chanced a quick glance in the darkness behind him. For the moment he didn't see anything but the strange colors faintly flowing.
"Oh that was Fluffy," Tristan said, "Dragon with three heads, spits something different from each of his mouths.

"Wait... you named that thing Fluffy?"

"I...was young...and couldn't come up with a good name. Give me a break." Actually the dragon was quite fluffy...in its first concept. "Sorry trying to avoid the worst of the trees." He knew they were almost to the drive, that would led them to the house. Tristan though had to wonder...if that god found them, how far was Oni behind him. That thought scared him even more.

"Almost there," he told the other.

Soran nodded. He'd ended up with quite a few scratches but they didn't bother him as he could hardly care seeing as a lunatic god was chasing them. From behind them there was a loud growling sound, the sounds of explosions and a deep rumble. He glanced behind him in the darkness. The golden light grew extremely bright before it extinguished. Soran's heart seemed to skip a beat and time for him slowed just a bit. He could almost feel the god right behind him. His hand gripped Tristan's tighter as he stared behind them. Lifting his gun, he waited. His breath just shy of leaving his lips as a tremble spread through him.

Almost there... almost there... almost there... he told himself over and over and then his gaze grew wide as the flash of red filtered through the trees. He pulled the trigger and the weapon sang loudly. A brilliant bright blue light shimmered around the end of the barrel before it fired, cracking loudly. The red eyes disappeared as his bullet charged back at the God. "Did I..." he breathed.

As if to answer, a flash of gold lashed out and Soran ducked, the tree that was unfortunate enough to be right in the path took the hit instead and splintered apart as a good sized hole erupted into the trunk of it. Soran screamed at how close it was. He lifted the gun again and fired off another round, this one taking out a piece of tree instead of the God. Turning around he could see the lights of the house coming into view.

"Damn," he said, "he usually lasts longer," his eyes were always to the front, cause if he tripped that would really suck. He heard the other fire the first shot. That was loud enough and close enough someone had to hear it from the house. The second shot would defiantly be a warning. They were close to the barrier, he could almost feel it.

Deriea moved, the shot ringing out in the darkness. A second shot followed a scream and she was at the edge of the barrier looking around, trying to pinpoint it.

Bolting from the back door, Sina darted her head around as she too had heard the noise. Moving to stand next to Deriea she wore just a very long shirt. Upon her feet she had slipped into a pair of sandles as she had awoken. She had not had the time to throw on a set of cloths unlike someone who would of seen this coming.

To their right, Deriea caught sight of Tristan and right behind him Soran and right behind the little blonde a tendril of golden light. She shouted, but the string was just a bit faster. It caught hold of Soran, pulled him back and then hurled him through the trees to the darker side of the house. He let out a sharp cry as he went flying, another when he hit the house and went tumbling into the darkness.

Deriea reached out, snatched a hold of Tristan's arm and dragged him behind the barrier. With a flick of her hand a wall of vines erupted to fend of the golden twine that had been on its way to grab him next, "What the hell is chasing you...." she paused as she turned to look into the darkness. Her answer came in the form of her vines being obliterated and the barrier shimmering violently. Pushing the red haired Seer, she lifted both hands to try to protect herself but failed to do so as Valyn came charging through the barrier and his twine cracked right into her chest. The snap that followed sent the goddess flying.

Valyn stopped his advance and looked between Tristan, Cryio who was on his other side and then Deriea who was sprawled across the ground. His gaze settled on Tristan, the twine fading out and instead was replaced by a pulsing blue and white light, the golden knife still in his hand and still holding traces of blood, "Lets hope that tumble snapped his neck, your little Guardian certainly didn't stand a chance," he growled.

Tristan felt Soran being taken from his hand, "NO," his scream was loud and he watched the other fly. He was about to go after him when he was suddenly grabbed and dragged behind the barrier. He tried to answer Deriea, but the god made his appearance instead. His look of pure hatred was clouding his mind from everything else. "You little fucker," his spell pad erupted and off it came something that he really could have pulled from a video game. The long blade was connected to a chain, he started to swing it. This wasn't going to work as well as he wanted it to with just one arm, but he sure of heck didn't care at the moment. He could work the thing.

His voice was on edge when he glanced at the female guardian, "Go find Soran, make sure he is ok."

Throwing Tristan a little salute with her middle and index finger Sina spoke to her magic system. "MAXIMUM SPEED" Was roared from now Jayce as she zipped off at an insane speed through the darkness. She had not bothered to activate another system so she had put everything into speed.

Her eyes widened as she spotted Soran not too far off as she closed the gap to him. As she grew closer she raised her hand to cuff her mouth as she called out his name several times.

"Soran!"

Valyn turned, his gaze only going to the woman briefly as she came from the side and then was ordered to find the blonde Seer. He ignored her immediately as Tristan slashed at him with a wicked looking weapon. The golden knife came up and batted it upwards, the two weapons clanging sharply together briefly. Turning sideways he reached out and touched Tristan's side with the glowing hand, "You're all pent up on energy, allow me to relieve you of some of that," he said as the power around his hand pulsed.
From the house, Kilia gave a shout and as she was about to step down from the porch, Cryio stood before her, his hand flicked at Tristan. He put up a sort of barrier between the boy and the God. It wasn't going to do anything for the pain that might come, but it would stop the God from taking a good amount of energy.

Rushing to his side Sina flashed red as her magic system activated the strength ability. With a worried sigh she placed her hand to his cheek as he had been clearly knocked out. Sliding her hands behind his shoulders and knees, Soran felt light with her empowered strength.

Zipping back across the newly dubbed battlefield, Sina passed through the barrier as she made her way to the porch and to Kilia. Giving her a little motion of the head she tried to signal the girl to take him inside or try to make sure he was alright. For all she knew Soran could be bleeding internally or something.

Tristan bit his lip against the pain, he definitely drew blood. His energy was really his anger, he really didn't have any left as it was. He was fighting now on pure adrenaline. He jumped backwards to get away from the gods touch. lashing out again with his weapon as he did. He was aiming for the gods shoulder at the moment.

Kilia gasped as Sina came by with Soran in her grip. He was still, and his eyes closed. For the first few moments she thought the absolute worst had happened but then she calmed herself and reached out to touch his throat gently. His pulse was still there and it was strong. She breathed a sigh of relief. Now, to see if he was injured. She quickly set to work on her pad, with Cryio standing protectively over her. He wasn't going to let anything interrupt her, she knew that for sure.

Cryio glanced at Sina, "Help him, but be careful," the God warned.

From inside the house as well, River came bursting out the door. The first thing she saw was Soran on the porch and she yelled out his name, dropping down next to him.

"He's alright," Kilia said, calming the woman's immediate fears. With that, River looked out to the yard where the fight between Tristan and a God had erupted. Moving, she opened her pad and started to work on something from the patio.

Valyn shifted the blade again, slamming it down and off to the side. His free hand stretched and touched the boy again, but the same thing happened, the thin barrier between them went up to keep the energy he was taking to an absolute minimum and to keep the normal pain from being inflicted. The God narrowed his red eyes. Switching tactics, he changed hands, the golden knife was now pulsing in the pale blue light and he slashed out at Tristan, a slight, sadistic grin on his lips, "You better start fighting better, or you're going to end up like that blonde Seer. Did you enjoy watching that? I could always do it again. This time, with you in a front row seat and... live not just a memory, little Seer," he growled out and sent out another set of slashes.

Tristan yanked his blade back, cringing against the pain in his shoulder. He used the blade to block the knife, knowing if he let it touch him, that was going to be something of the end. He needed a distraction, so he could pull something else from his spell pad. Suddenly a thought ran into his head, he whistled. This time he didn't have to tell the snake where to go as it went towards the gods feet. In the darkness it would be harder to spot too, he held off the slashes as they continued.

As Valyn tried to take a step forward, he found that he couldn't. Glancing down he glowered at the dark mass that had wrapped itself around his feet. Turning back up to Tristan, he flicked his hand out at him, the golden twine lashing out to wrap around the boy's wounded shoulder, to squeeze down tightly and add more discomfort to the bullet wound.

"Nice little trick, but I can always bring you towards me," he said, his hand lifting up, the one that was controlling the golden twine.

In a sudden burst of speed, Sina sprinted up to Valyn as she tried to land a hook on the side of the face where Valyn's hand was already in use of the golden twine. As her fist came in closer she yelled the words. "Surprise motherfucker"

Tristan was pretty close to losing to the pain. As the god started pulling he was trying with all his might to resist. It didn't help the fact that the wound was now being squeezed and he was losing more blood.

He was grateful for the slight interruption by Sina, or at least he hoped it was, he just hope the god was distracted. He moved his pad in a quick motion. Yet he really couldn't see what he was going to pull, he had to trust his memory. His fingers worked fast, and while he had a good idea where he was, he wasn't going to be able to make it any stronger.

Valyn looked over to the sound briefly and the solid connection of a fist to his face knocked his head to the side. Dropping the arm that was working the twine around the Seer's arm and to inflict more damage to the bullet wound, he reached over at her with his dagger. The golden knife slashed at her, going straight for her shoulder to plunge through it. Meanwhile his fingers holding the golden twine tightened, closing slowly to force the twine to curl tighter, cutting into the skin.

Cryio's eyes narrowed as he lifted both hands now. One to try to stop the blade as best he could, and the other to try to protect Tristan against the golden twine digging into his arm and bullet wound. Kilia sat next to him, her heart pounding hard as she watched him with a bit of fear. Cryio was struggling.

"Cryio..." she whispered softly.

He glanced at her, "Heal the boy. I'm alright... he is just... stronger than me," Cryio ground out.

Twisting her body to avoid the stab of Valyn, she felt the back of his arm extended across her chest as she backpedaled to avoid a chance of retaliation to her dodge. Grinning cockily at the God she made a small motion with her hand as she prepared to dip back into the brawl.

The spell that came from the pad was...purple at first. Tristan would have cocked an eyebrow if he didn't fall to his knees with the pain now running down his whole arm. What the heck did he do, the purple (it looked like a hazy blob) started toward the god and sort of stopped above him. Tristan who was grimacing watched, hoping that it was at least something useful. Suddenly the thing popped open and a gooey substance began pouring from it. What the fuck was Tristan's only thought. Well that was typical, can't concentrate and can't see his pad, lets just pull something stupid from it.

He caught the scent of raspberries...oh that was making it equally dumb, lets just pour jelly all over the god.

Valyn watched the bubble come free from the pad and then as it moved over to him, it gave a slight pop and opened up, pouring out a sticky solution that covered his legs. With a slight growl, he slammed his arm wielding the weapon into the little girl to toss her, and then yanked the golden twine to pull the boy forward. He still couldn't move with the black mass holding him in place. However, he was starting to lose his patience with the situation. He bent down to Tristan's frame, his hand that worked the golden twine reaching out to grip the boys face as he waved the knife in front of his face.

Sina flew through air as she narrowly missed slamming into a tree. As she struck and slide along the ground she felt a spike of pain, but besides that wasn't too scared as she had only gained a gash upon her elbow. Catching her breath for a moment she flash both red and blue for a moment.

Shooting back into striking range, Sina through a kick of which would land just below the ribs and with it had two punches planned if it were to fail. The rhythm had begun to start in her head as she felt like she was getting into her "zone". Still across her face remained a cocky grin as she attacked.

However, the "zone" was ended quickly as she was launched back yet again where this time she clipped the tree. Slamming into the ground by her previous spot she tried to hobble back as she had gashed her leg this time.

"You little friend God there may be helping you, but you're still going to be screaming by the time I'm done with you," he growled, his red eyes glowing brightly with his rage.

"I will never scream for you, bastard...," Tristan said through gritted teeth. He eyed the knife though, he saw what that did to Soran. He wasn't going to let this god get the better of him. He looked into the gods eyes, maybe that was the one thing he could fight this god with.

He closed his eyes, and concentrated, he focused on his own energy, he focused on the people in the house. All of a sudden he could feel their energy as well, he wondered and well he knew this was shooting for the moon in a way. He started to pull, it wasn't like the god pulling energy, even though he realized they might still be able to feel it. He was trying to use the magic system to feed himself more energy. He opened his eyes, he did feel a little better. Yet he didn't really know what else that did, he almost felt like he could stand again. So he pulled against the twine, pulled with a strength he didn't know he had.

Valyn's eyes grew wide as the twine jerked in his fingers. The boy was pulling against him, drawing himself back away from the God, "What... did you just do..." he glowered. He pulled back roughly against the twine and slashed the golden blade at Tristan.

Cryio winced as he felt the power behind that strike. He wasn't sure he could protect Tristan from it fully.

Tristan blade went up to block the slash from the knife, and he pulled again. "I am not going to be your energy source...I am not going to let you win." Tristan looked wasn't just filled with hatred but with something else. He closed his eyes again, his focus returned to the others. He was searching, and he caught something.

He opened his eyes and had a sly grin on his face as he looked at the god.

"Is that so," Valyn muttered back, watching the boy closely as he pushed his weight into the blade, trying to overpower the young Seer. The boy's eyes closed and his energy seemed to be pulling back again, something that Valyn was trying to figure out. What the hell was this boy doing? He ground his teeth and shoved harder, working the golden twine to slide through the bullet wound and squeeze.

"What are you grinning about, idiot boy," Valyn hissed as he leaned closer, power pulsing through his frame at his request as well as with his rising anger. This red haired Seer was strong, and it seemed that nothing was going to break him. Valyn was starting to think he should start changing tactics and attack the blonde again, that had made the other Seer scream earlier.

"I am not going to be your toy anymore..." he gritted as he got his balance and planted his feet. And this time instead of pulling he pushed, he hoped the change in direction would throw the other off and get some of the pressure off his shoulder. He tried to turn his blade and catch the twine to cut it. Yet he would be losing a little of his advantage if he did, he needed to be free of the god once and for all.

Valryn was certainly surprised by the sudden act of coming at him rather then trying to pull away. The twine loosened, and Valryn seemed to have had enough of playing around. He turned his blade and attacked the boy, swiping outwards towards his chest much the same as he had done to the guardian a little while ago, but this was more to distract the boy.

With his other hand, he flicked it in the direction of Kilia and Soran. Cryio cursed softly to himself, putting up as much of a barrier as he could between himself and the two Seers behind him. The air shimmered around them briefly and the golden twine began to glow very brightly until it broke through. The first scream came from Kilia who doubled over Soran with the thin twine penetrating her side. The second came from the smaller Seer underneath her. The twine glowed brightly.

"And what about now, little Seer?" Valyn asked with a sneer on his face, "How serious are you now? And if I just... started to kill them both, what would you do?" he asked cruelly as he curled his fingers and both Seer's voices filled the yard.

Tristan cursed as he heard the screams and something snapped inside him. He leaned back out of the blade reach and cut into the twine connecting to his shoulder. He felt it snap and he got to his feet finally. He swiped his blade again, this time he aimed for the gods other hand connected to the other seers. Yet he didn't stop at that point, as he spun in a quick motion aiming for the hand with the blade.

He felt the twine release the boy and with that instead of trying to tie him again, put more power into the one that was drawing from the other two. A sharp sting passed through his wrist. The painful screams slowly stopped and he wondered why, until he looked down and was horrified to see that the Seer's blade had severed his hand from the arm. The blade came back, going for his other hand. Twisting his golden knife around, he just barely caught the weapon in time.

Curling his arm up against his chest as he cursed softly at the pain in his arm, he expanded the pulsing power across his blade to trail down Tristan's weapon, reaching for his hand in an attempt to at least get him to back off. A loud sound filled the yard then and Valyn's gaze grew wide. The high pitched sound was familiar and the bright blue glow that passed through his shoulder, chest and exited the other shoulder should have been an indicator. He turned slightly to see the blonde, now fully awake, with his gun aimed at him and panting as he held an unconscious Kilia.

"Tristan! Fucking kill him!" Soran screamed.

Tristan didn't look anywhere else as much as he wanted to, and pushed the god away from him and watching him fall. He stepped on the hand with the blade, pushing down as hard as he could. He really wanted to hear the crunching of bones just to give him some satisfaction. "Oh, don't worry I don't intend to kill you, I am going to leave just enough of you alive so the goddess can end your existence. You won't ever come back to fuck with people." He took the edge of his blade and crossed the gods chest in a deep penetrating slash. He did it again but in the opposite direction. He kept going, all over the gods body, but nothing that would be life ending. He was breathing hard as he looked down at the bloody mess he made of the god. He understood that this wasn't what Soran wanted, but this was a good as he was going to get it. Finally he didn't even have the energy to stand anymore and he fell to his knees again.

Soran's gaze grew wide as he watched, staring at his boyfriend decimate the god in such a way. He shook slightly, eyes unable to move from the sight, "T-Tristan... Tristan, it's okay... don't," he was whispering those words because he couldn't find a voice to yell out loud enough for the boy to hear him. When the red head dropped, he sucked in a sharp breath. Warm hands reached and took Kilia from him and he looked into the green eyes of his mother who nodded her head towards the other Seer. He got up slowly, feeling the sharp pulse of pain from where the twine had stabbed him.

Once he was standing he sprinted across the yard. Deriea, whose frame was glowing lightly, had finally gotten up and was slowly working her way to them. Cryio's hands were lifted at her, possibly giving her the strength to do what she needed to next. Valyn shuddered on the ground, coughed and eyed Deriea as she hovered over him.

"Little more than you deserve, bastard," she hissed. With a flick of her hands, vines wrapped around him and they began to pull. Valyn screamed now and as his body began to crack, his gaze settled on Tristan before he flaked away.

"Oni's going to have your head, boy!" he yelled and then became nothing but black dust that faded out.

Soran dropped down next to Tristan, shaking as he reached out slowly to touch his face and then wrapped his arms around his neck, holding him close while uttering his name a thousand times as well as apologizing. What he apologized for he wasn't sure yet, but he couldn't help it.

Tristan watched the god disappear before he actually turned and looked at Soran, "Silly...don't..." Tristan gasped and reached toward the woods, "Rethyn." He couldn't get anymore out as he finally lost conciseness and leaned against the other.

As Sina emerged from the forest she held her arm and had a limp. Her magic system was going insane as Jayce kept saying over and over again. "Miss Sina, miss Sina?" Ignoring it she stumbled past the others as she sat down near her Seer and Tristan.

Raising a bloody hand to the air she panted out. "Yay, go team bamf!"

In response Jayce said to her. "That's a horrid name and you should feel bad." Coughing a little Sina then giggled lightly as she said. "Very much resetting you."

"Sina," Soran breathed as he held Tristan's still form, "Sina... we lost Rethyn," he said softly, voice trembling slightly as he shook his head, "He... took Valyn and tried to fight him by himself, but he didn't come back. We have to find him," he clung to Tristan tightly as he tried hard not to freak out. He looked around the yard, seeing River making her way to them, "Momma! Take him, please, take him to Alauric and Uncle Vic. I... I have to go."

"Go where? You're hurt too!"

Soran shook his head, "I have to find Rethyn. How's Kilia?"

"Awake now, but she's hurt as well. Wait for us, alright? For me and Alauric and Grayson. Victor can take care of Tristan, I promise," she said as she helped her son pull Tristan up and take him to the house. Kilia sat on the porch, panting a bit as she held her hand over her wound, a brilliant green glow enveloping her small frame.

River helped Soran put Tristan on the couch and Soran bit his lip as she went to get Victor.

The three adults were coming from the kitchen, apparently they had been away from house doing an errand down the mountain. Alauric gasped as he saw his son, "What happened," but the small healer did ask he only went to work. A gold spell from his pad and washed over Tristan, yet Vic pulled the spell. "I am going to need more time with him, who else is hurt"

"Sina is," Soran managed, though his throat was tight as he heard Victor say that he needed a bit more time with Tristan. His heart wrenched as he knew part of that was his fault. His fingers pulled into a tight fist, nails biting into his skin, threatening to break into the palms of his hands and draw blood. He grit his teeth, eyes closing tightly as he turned his head away.

"Soran," River's voice was soft and he only seemed to grow even more distressed.

"I... am sorry, Alauric. It was my fault. I... did that to him," he stepped backwards, shook his head and then turned on his heel to rush for the front door.

"Soran!" River shouted.

"I have to find Rethyn!" he yelled back. He jumped off the steps and took off. Kilia, who had heard him as he ran past her got to her feet in shock. She turned back to the house, leaning against the door.

"What... what happened? Where is he going?" her heart was racing. Had she heard correctly? Did he say he was going to find Rethyn? But why? Couldn't Rethyn just teleport back to the house. Unless he was too weak to do so, she gasped then. Kilia whirled around and went after him, a bit more clumsy than he was and definitely not as fast. She sighed heavily as she tried to get some strength into her limbs.

"Soran!" she yelled into the darkness, jogging lightly as well as giving a bit of a groan. "Aww damn it..." she cursed softly.

A little confusion hit the others inside the house, Alauric looked at Grayson, "Go help them, you will be able to find the guardian faster, get a flashlight first. Victor see to the girl first, I will take Tristan to his room." He looked at River, "do what you will, I am leaving that up to you." If she wanted to go after her son then she could go, if she wanted to do something else.

Victor went outside and found the girl guardian, her healing was done in a matter of about 10 minutes.

Giving Victor a small bow she quickly said "Thank you Victor-sempi!" as she darted for the door.

River took a breath and nodded slightly to Alauric, "I'll be right back. We'll find out what happened... if I can get him to talk," she muttered the last part and went out the backdoor. Finding a flashlight of her own, she started through the trees, hoping to find Grayson and make this search a lot faster.

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Soran ran headlong into the trees, without a light, without a direction and only fueled by his guilt and anger at his own stupidity. The branches cut at his face, a particularly deep one just under his eye. He was lucky the branch hadn't hit higher. He was panting, crying, and struggling to get a lid on his raging thoughts. He was sure Alauric was angry with him for Tristan's condition, his mother looked shocked as well and he just didn't want to think at all.

To add to it, he wasn't even sure which way he was supposed to be going. His idiot move of leaving the house without Grayson was sure to bite him in the ass. As he ran, he was starting to grow tired, his breathing burned in his chest. He slowed, only to trip on some roots and went sprawling forward into the dirt. Groaning slightly, he pushed himself up, "Ow... ow..." he winced.

Taking a look around he seemed to finally realize that he was in the middle of the woods, no light, and alone.

"Damn it... such an idiot..." he growled to himself and pushed himself up to his feet again. Wincing he was reminded of the wound where the twine had gone through him and Kilia. It wasn't large, but it was deep. Rolling his eyes, he started walking, "Going straight... I'm sure to find something... right?"

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"Soran! Soran!" KIlia's voice shouted as she worked her way through the trees.
"Kilia!?" A flash of light in the distance caught her attention and she recognized the voice to be Rivers.
"Yeah... is Soran with you?"
"No, come here. We'll find him, and we'll find Rethyn."

Kilia nodded, then realized that the woman couldn't see her yet and worked her way towards the ex-Seer's light, "Alright," she said and in a matter of seconds she was with River and together they worked their way through the trees again.

Grayson was trying to track Soran, the boy was really just running in the dark without direction. He finally caught up with the boy, "Soran," his voice was calm as he appeared in front of him.

Back at the house Victor got to Tristan finally, "he has lost quite a bit of blood, but I didn't want to really say that in front of everyone. I can heal this...but it might be rather painful."

Alauric nodded and looked at wound in Tristan's shoulder, now he realized why Soran said what he did. He recognized a bullet wound, yet Alauric wasn't angry, he knew better then to judge a book by its cover.

Soran gasped at the sudden voice and Grayson coming out of the darkness right in front of him. He stumbled backwards, the back of his foot catching a root and he tumbled onto the ground. Wincing yet again, he groaned as he sat up, "G-Grayson...T-that was...um.. fast," he uttered as he glanced up at him and then looked away.

Grayson looked at him, "Why are you traveling around in the dark." He walked to him slowly and handed him a flashlight, "I think I can read the other, in the water nearby. I will go as slowly as I can." Grayson wanted to find Rethyn, his aura was weakening, He took off toward where he thought the other was, hoping he wasn't as hurt as he thought.

A large round of ‘what if’s’ went through his head, ”What if I hadn’t left the house?”, “What if I had thought of something better to save him?”, “What if I had been stronger?” the list went on and he always came back around to his stupid decision of leaving the house in the first place. He grit his teeth as he followed after Grayson.

The sound of water flowing filled the air and he soon stumbled upon the bank with the older Guardian. Lying in the mud was a dark form and as his light landed on Rethyn, Soran gasped. The light shook in his hand until it fell from his fingers and he stumbled backwards into the branches and bushes, falling again only to be cushioned by the bush behind him.

He cried, hard as his eyes stared at the bloody mess that was Rethyn lying on the bank. His light that he’d dropped clearing showing the pool of red all along Rethyn’s clothes and in the dirt. Doubling over, he gripped his hair tightly in his hands and shook violently as he cried. All the while, blaming himself for what had happened.

Grayson looked at the boy, but turned toward the guardian, he knelt down next to the other. "Rethyn," he knew the other wouldn't respond. but still. He did check for a pulse, "he is still alive." Grayson closed his eyes and ran a path, he wouldn't be able to do much for the wounds, but he can start the internal healing. He opened his pad and something green came off his pad, "there that should make him a little more comfortable until we can get him back."

Without her pad, Sina finally caught up to the others by the muddy bank of the water. She had gone at a full sprint and now held her hands on her knees as she looked to Soran then to Rethyn as she lowered her head in defeat. She had not been fortunate to hear the words of Grayson and like Soran she begun to cry as small sniffles could be heard from her. Glancing over to her Seer she wanted to hug him or something as his pain was making the situation even worse as she begun to feel a sickness from her stomach. It was like Japan all over again, but this time she had more people to lose she actually cared for.

Lifting his head, Soran looked to Grayson. His breathing was shaking as he took in deep breaths past the sobs, "He's... alive..." Soran repeated, having actually heard Grayson's voice. He couldn't believe it. The boy was covered in blood and that wound... it seemed so... terrible. He grit his teeth. Pushing himself out of the bushes, he crawled over to the two of them. Reaching out, he just barely touched the boy's head, brushing back his dark hair.

"Sorry... I'm sorry," he moaned as his fingers curled in the mud and let his head fall down onto his arm as he knelt there, "...Can take him back... you can, right? I... will come later..." he said shaking his head slightly.

Grayson looked at him, and for the first time in his life he was going to say totally out of character and perhaps a little bit selfish, "Soran, you can't blame yourself for this, and Tristan needs you," he stopped and sighed. He wasn't going to convince the other if he was determined to be so stubborn about it. He turned to the girl, "Stay with him, the other two are nearby, if you should hear them. Tell them I am taking Rethyn back to the house."

Grayson picked up the boy in his arms and turned to take the shortest and clearest route back. He looked at the blonde seer one last time and left.

"Soran.." Sina said as she wiped at her own tears. After realizing Rethyn had life within him she became relived as she believed the several healers they had could do the job just fine. She had a feeling some of those experienced healers dealt with much worse. It was still a worry, but the girl knew where her responsibilities now laid. Looking to Soran with vein eyes, Sina walked over to the boy as she tried to comfort him with a light hug. "It's alright Soran, he's right, it's really not your fault. I believe Blue-eyes there knew what he was getting into when he separated himself from you."

Sina then took a sigh as she then asked. "What were the three of you doing out here anyway?"

Grayson changed him mind in a few feet as he went toward Kilia and River, and after he found them he said, "I found the boy, Soran is by the water with Sina. We need to get Rethyn back to the house." Grayson was covering the worst of the wound on Rethyn's chest so they couldn't see it. Yet he knew that Kilia was going to have to help with the healing.

Kilia gave a gasp as she heard Grayson's voice and then she gasped a second time as her gaze settled upon Rethyn in his arms, "What happened!?" her voice was high pitched as she rushed over to them. She wanted to see, but Grayson was holding the boy just right for her to only get a glimpse at the blood on his shirt, "Rethyn..." she shook slightly and bit her lip, "Hurry, I can heal this," she said and turned to help lead the way back to the house with her light. River nodded at Grayson, her hand gripping his arm tightly before she slipped past him and went further down through the trees.

Soran shook his head as he knelt there, trembling and not wanting to move at all, "He.. shouldn't have had... to do that!" he said between gasps of air, "I thought... we would be safe..." he slammed his fist into the mud, spraying it as he gave a sharp shout.
When she asked what they had been doing, he coughed hard and shook his head, "Stupid... it was my stupid idea!" he muttered, not wanting to say anymore than that. It didn't matter anymore anyway, what he'd wanted to do when he'd asked Tristan to go see the waterfall with him.

"Soran," River's voice came through the trees, her light landing on them, "Hey," she said, coming and kneeling down next to them. She put her hand on Sina's shoulder, "Come on, you're hurt too, lets get back."

"This is... nothing compared to them," he said coldly.

River's lips pulled into a frown. Gently removing Sina, she pulled Soran up by his shoulders, "You are coming back, I'm not letting you stay out here like this. You're bleeding, you're tired and you probably smacked your head earlier," her voice was stern, but not without a mothers worry.

He stared at her in shock, then fell forward on her shoulder, "Momma... I hurt him..." he cried.

"Come on," she said softer, patting his head a bit and standing up with him clinging to her. She started back to the house with him against her side then, her other hand reaching for Sina's shoulder too, to help her back as well.

Taking the support of River, Sina limped along as she tried to hold her own weight as well. Her injuries had been half healed and were now aching. She would every so often glance over at Soran as she looked worried about her Seer, but since he with his mother she knew that River could do a better job at her in the comforting of Soran. Looking around the woods they passed through she felt a sadness go through her as the night was beautiful. It hurt to know one god ruined this night for her and all of friends when all they wanted to do was enjoy the stars and the area.

Sina sighed lightly as just ahead of her she could see the house. "Thank you." She said gently to River.

River only nodded a bit to Sina as they walked.

Grayson followed Kilia back to the house, they arrived a few minutes before the others would return. Alauric was standing on the back porch and frowned as they approached, "Victor is still with Tristan, yeah and before you ask," he comment was more toward Grayson then the other, "he kicked me out of the room." Grayson stopped on the porch, "Kilia...can your friend help any." He was asking about Cryio, just wondering, because he didn't want to say to Kilia she couldn't do it on her own. It looked like she was already tired from earlier.

Kilia nodded her head, "Yes, he can help... he'll have to prepare him first though," she said and with that went to the front of the house to get Cryio's attention. Coming back, she nodded eagerly to Grayson, "He said to bring him, quickly," she reached out for him as her gaze fell on Rethyn. She bit her lip, seeing him like that... she was going to find out how he ended up like that. Reaching up, she rubbed at her eyes, keeping herself together as best she could.

From the treeline, River stepped into the golden light of the house that was now fully lit in the dead of the night. In tow was both Sina and Soran. She heaved a sigh as she approached and looked up to Alauric, shaking her head slightly. Patting both of them on their back she ordered, "Go inside," and waited until they'd done so before she turned to Alauric, "How is he?" she kept her voice low.

Alauric looked at her, "he is going to be fine, he just lost quite a bit of blood. I have no idea why...or how he fought as long as he did." Alauric was silent for a minute after that, "how is Soran." He wanted River to know he wasn't angry at her son. He wasn't blaming him for this, if anything the stupidity of being outside this late at night was both of their faults.

"Upset," she answered as she crossed her arms and leaned against the railing, "blaming himself heavily. I can't say it's not entirely his fault, at least for a god attacking them, but for leaving the house..." she shook her head, "Mind if I leave that one to you? If I yell at them, they'll think I hate them. I'm so irritated with him, and worried. That boy... scared the hell out of me tonight," she gave a frustrated sound as she bent backwards a bit, tilting her head back as she did so, "They really have so much to learn..."

Alauric chuckled, "don't worry I will say something to them both. Yet I remember that age well...I wasn't as well behaved either." He sighed, now he felt really old for some odd reason. "I say lets...um venture inside for something to drink. I know I could use it."

River let out a small laugh, "Yeah, I suppose that's true. All of us were a little... crazy weren't we," River grinned at him, "I would love that drink. Besides, I've yet to ask you about how you and Grayson are," she said with a little laugh as she shoved at his shoulder, "Are you still getting into trouble with him? You never could stand up to his 'awful gaze' as I remember you once calling it," she teased as she moved into the house silently, her voice still low.

Alauric couldn't help it, he slightly blushed, "We are better now," he said but he didn't elaborate what that meant.

River lifted an eyebrow, "Better hu?" she grinned at him, "No details hu... damn, you're no fun," she said with a wave of her hand as she reached for a couple of glasses. She tilted one glass at him, "I bet you'd talk if you had a little something to help you along the way hu?"

Alauric cleared his throat, "Now that would get me in loads of trouble," he smiled at her. He slightly looked away, "but there is something I have been meaning to tell you." He sat down because he was tired in the first place and he needed to think about what he was going to say to her in the second. He looked at her, "It happened back on the day Tristan became a seer, with his mom." River had no idea, well at least he thought she didn't on how bad things had gotten between Tristan and Mom. "She had an episode...and well tried to kill herself." He stopped for a second to gather his thoughts, "I had to put her somewhere to protect her, protect the children, I am sorry for hiding it from you. She isn't the same person like she use to be, maybe that is why I am acting like she never existed. I am sorry that sounded horrible."

When he said that he'd getting into trouble, she grinned at him, her mischievous look returning. She really wanted to ask more about that, but then Alauric turned the conversation and she lifted an eyebrow. Sipping her drink, she listened to him. She frowned at him from across the table, then shook her head, "There's no need to apologize, Alauric," she looked down at the table, "There are certainly worse things you could have done, but you did the right thing. I think. Protecting the children... I... unfortunately... wasn't able to protect Soran as I should have," she muttered softly. Setting the glass down, she leaned on the table, lacing her fingers, "There are plenty of things that we try to do for both ourselves and our kids. I think that... even after twenty years with them, we're still learning," she was referring to both their sons, Tristan and Soran and in how they were raised. She smiled at him after a moment, "But I think they both came out just fine, don't you? No need to blame yourself for anything."

Alauric smiled in return maybe he just needed to hear those words, maybe that is why he told her, some sort of justification for his actions. "Thanks, ok...so maybe you could help me with suitable way to punish those two, talking to them seems a little to easy-going."

River nodded in agreement, "Oh yes. But I could be very mean. Put them in separate rooms, make them pull all the tiny little weeds from the entire front yard, make them clean the bathrooms with a toothbrush," her eyes grew with a mischievous light again, "Oh, you could make them redo your front yard, young labor always works for great punishment. As does taking away games, and other things that they find fun... which in this case is each other. I'm still sticking with separate rooms for a few nights."

He nodded, "that might be a good idea, but I will wait on that, just because well I don't want to make anyone more upset at the moment." He really meant that he knew he didn't want to hurt Soran more. If the boy was really blaming himself well, he was going to have to face Tristan first.

River nodded, "Fair enough, then I'll leave it all to you," she said with a smile and tipped her glass at him before taking another drink.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Sina Virye
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Cryio motioned for Grayson to put the boy up on the earthen bed that Deriea had constructed. She lay in the moonlight, too tired to do any teasing at all tonight. He eyed the guardian carefully and frowned, "This will take a while," he said softly.

Kilia nodded as she cupped her hands over her mouth, Rethyn's injury fully exposed for her to see now. So deep... she thought in fear. Tears were falling now as she couldn't stop them. She watched as Cryio blew at Rethyn's face, the silvery dust coating him. He did this several times before he even started the healing process. Cryio was doing what he could to lessen how much it may hurt to get healed. After all, he'd been unable to get the boy to eat any of those herbs that Soran had before.

His hand lifted then, and from it the silver strands of light slowly reached down and wrapped around Rethyn lightly before sinking into his skin and starting the process of healing the deep wound. The light wrapped him up much like it had Soran a while ago, and Cryio kept up the silver dust in Rethyn's face to help ease the process.

Shallow breaths came from Rethyn as he looked pale from the blood loss. With hair still dripping from the water of the mountains, the young man looked dirty from the bank of the lake. On his left cheek a bit of mud was peasant just below the ear. From him the smell of a pond was prominate as his damp clothing was only just one indication of where he'd been. Access to the wound had been made simple as his shirt had been flayed open from the slice of the gods attack. Every once in a while there would be a twitch of gripping closed eyes as a little pain would hit the unconscious boy. And lastly, his legs seemed to shake a little from cold mountain water of which aided him in his escape from the god.

Cryio worked smoothly, all the while Kilia made soft sounds of her own every time she saw a twitch of pain. Still, at least he wasn't screaming as Cryio had done an exceptional job at keeping it minimal. Her eyes watched as the wound slowly closed across his chest. The beauty of Cryio's healing was that no scar would be left behind and he was always thorough. In which healing other scars were usually what he did as well. Hence the reason for Soran's pale skin looking like it had long before his brother had marred it and the scars from that terrible night had added to him.

When he finished, the silver light faded and Rethyn's body was placed back upon the mound of dirt where he'd started at. Cryio leaned back, having finally stopped blowing that dust in his face and looking rather tired himself, "There," he said softly.

"Cryio..." she said softly, her voice trembling, "Thank you!" she rushed over and leaned over the mound to gaze at Rethyn as she waited for him to wake up.

After what seemed like a fifteen minute wait the young Guardian slowly blinked opened his eyes. Wherever he was for the moment he couldn't tell for his blurred vision needed to adjust. All he could tell he was comfortable but cold at the same time. Was he dead? His hollowed eyes begun to make shapes as he looked around from where he was. Despite the shape of the room he only managed to make out two humanoid shapes from his initial glance. With a few more blinks he begun to see the pink hair and the lovely eyes of Kilia looking down upon him. Near by he caught glance of one of the other friendly gods of which had recently joined them. He had a hard time telling from sight which one this one was. After a moment of peering eyes he quickly picked up that is was Cryio. Opening his mouth just a small bit the words quietly pressed out.

"K-Kilia?"

"Hey, Rethyn," she replied with a bright smile, "You scared me! Jeez," she said and though she wanted to smack him, she refrained from doing so, just happy to see that he was awake and alright, "You must be cold, come on, I'll help you inside," she said offering her hands to him.

As his vision restored itself from the blurs his hollow blue eyes seemed to turn soft as they gained focus on KIlia. Taking her hand he did not rise as he merely looked into her eyes for a long moment with a light blush growing upon his face. Pulling her hand to his lips he kissed it twice softly as his breath slid against her hand. "Kilia...You don't need to take me inside to warm me...come here." Shivering slightly from the cold, Rethyn extended his other hand out as he tried to reach for Kilia.

As her fingers were drawn to his lips, she felt her face heat considerably. His words came next and she was pretty sure that her entire head had turned bright pink color, with the darkest of reds coloring her cheeks and nose. Rethyn's other hand reached out for her and she let out a small breath. Her fingers tightened around his and she leaned over him to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, "H-hey... it's cold out here," she said, trying to make him see reason, "W-we should... go inside..." was she even managing to say the words in the first place? Her voice sounded far too soft and shaking to be comprehensible.

Sitting up, Rethyn didn't seem to respond as he slowly inched his face closer to her as he went in and nipped gently at her ear. With his other hand he gently brushed an index finger alongside her jawline on the opposite side. For a moment he didn't seem to move as he gently held on with his nip, however after the moments pass he let go as he leaned his cheek against hers as he spoke the words. "Wherever you would like my rose..." On the inside Rethyn was trying to come to terms with where he was and the situation. Was he still asleep? Should he get control over himself?

Stopping himself from speaking even more, Rethyn could not help but feel the yearning for Kilia as he felt his other hand slip down to her hip. Closing his eyes he nuzzled her a bit as he tried to come to terms a little.

Kilia let out a squeak as he nibbled at her ear, and then a gasping intake of air, her fingers reaching up to grip his shoulder tightly as the other was still held in his hands. She could feel his teeth on her ear and she was trying her best not to squirm, "R-Rethyn..." When he did move and speak she thought she was going to die. The way he was speaking to her... made her weak. Rethyn moved again, one hand holding her around her hip, his head tucked neatly against her neck and into the warmth of her long hair that spilled over. Kilia was struggling to regain normal breathing, as well as think straight. Neither of which were working out too well for her.

"R-Rethyn... U-uh... inside... warmer... and... easier...I-I mean! Better... Oh.. god, no... um... we should really... move to the... room... your room... wait..." she was flustered now and trying to make things come together in a way that wasn't... insinuating anything. Not that he was helping the situation, "Your room for you to sleep in... because it's better... for you.... yes..." she tugged at him, taking a step back to try to get him to follow her, "I-I'll help you go there... so that you can... sleep..."

Bringing his voice to a low whisper Rethyn said. "Will...will you stay with me?" He wanted to desperately to spill out the other reason why he wanted her to stay, but the back of his mind kept knocking at him as he felt something upon him. It was both natural and something he truly did want, but at the same time right now it felt like something had jinxed him into releasing himself upon her in such a manner.

Rising to his feet by her tug, Rethyn couldn't help his eyes as he weakly gazed her over. It was like the attraction was increased tenfold as he paused there for a moment against her tug as he merely looked at her with deep eyes. Eventually however he begun to follow her, but not without stepping in closer to her. He wanted to be just as close as he was to her before, and her walking ahead of him made his body crave the closing of the gap between them. As she walked him along several times he squeezed upon her hand as he would try to get closer again. For some reason or another it seemed like he wanted to nip her again in the same spot as several times he became sucessful.

Sina snickered as she watched the two walk past her. Speaking in a very flowery voice with a wink she drew a circle on the ground with her toe as she said to them both.

"Maybe if we all stick close...it'll be for the better...Let's slide some beds together."

She sort of was teasing and sort of wasn't as she too missed the comfort of laying with another, but at the same time was interested in "Princess" Kilia's reaction to her.

Kilia, though she wasn't unwanting of his touch, was trying to fend him off as best she could because they were not in the safety of a room just yet and he couldn't seem to control himself. She was almost at her limit as he kept nibbling at her ear and bringing her closer, "Rethyn..." her voice was hardly a whisper. One hand was up on his chest, trying to keep a little bit of distance as it was rather hard to walk with him, the other gripped tightly in his hand.

To make matters worse, a slight snicker filled the air and Kilia nearly went as still as a statue. As it was she gasped -loudly- and then whirled to see Sina was the culprit for that laugh. The woman then offered to join them, even pushing the beds together which made Kilia flustered even more and her face was probably so red it may as well looked like she turned into a freaking lobster. She stuttered, trying to get words out and failing each time.

Finally, she just settled for tugging at Rethyn who seemed completely oblivious to Sina's presence and reached the door of the room she'd been trying to get to. Shoving it open rather harshly, she pulled Rethyn inside and sent what was supposed to be a glare at Sina which was probably more like an unbelievable kind of look instead, "Do not come in here," she said sternly, finally finding her voice. She was even going to lock the door, which she did as she closed it... and then she realized she'd just locked herself in with Rethyn... Kilia's eyes were wide as she stared at the door in the darkness of the room. Crap... she thought to herself as her heart raced again.

"Hey..." Rethyn said softly to Kilia as his eyes glowed through the darkness onto the back of her head. The inner Rethyn was doing his best to pull the reins on the horse of which was his body as he seemed to hesitate just like Kilia. For a long moment he just seemed to stare at her before he took only a single step forward. As he did his flayed shirt from the fight seemed to get in the way as one entire side fell from him. Without much thinking, Rethyn ripped the last bit of which was holding the shirt together before he wadded up the shirt and threw it towards the corner of the room.

He shivered. It was rather cold. Seeing Kilia as a source of warm he slowly came up behind her as he slowly wrapped his left arm around her waist as he pulled her close and leaned into her a little. With his lips against the back of her neck he squeezed a little as he wrapped his other arm around her just at her lower ribs. He kissed her briefly before moving his head back a little as he spoke to her. His breath would tickle the back of her neck as he said to her.

"I'm sorry."

His skin was cold; she could feel it through the back of her shirt. No wonder he was shivering. As the only other 'warm' thing in the room he had gravitated towards her like she was a beacon or something. As his arms wrapped around her, she felt a chill down her spine and another heat wave across her face. His breath on her neck was about the end of her though, her eyes fluttering shut and from her lips a release of air that she hadn't known she'd been holding the entire time. Rethyn's words, though, had her eyes opened again. She turned in his hold, her hands settling against bare skin and she almost forgot what she was going to say.

"R-Rethyn..." both hands and eyes dropped a bit, a single deep breath pulling into her lungs. She shook her head a bit and recovered slightly, "W-why are you sorry? For... what?" He was really close... insanely close. Too close. Maybe she should ask questions later? Her hands trailed back up over his chest and shoulders and locked behind his neck. She stayed like that for a long while, gazing up at him, almost lost in a trance in his glowing eyes that she always found so fascinating.

Slowly breaking the frozen moment, Rethyn leaned forward as he begun to gently kiss at her face. Between each kiss he would gently say something " I'm so sorry that I made you go through that-" Another kiss, Rethyn slowly slid his embrace further up as he added in. "I was scared...I feared if I didn't do it they would of been possessed or diced up..." He begun to kiss her again, light tears laced his eyes as he had feared earlier in the night he would never get to do this again. With both the near death experience and whatever was flowing through him all he could think of with his very being was Kilia.

Reaching Kilia's lips he pressed against them with a deep kiss. It wasn't like the other times as they'd been mostly pecks and simple kisses. The one in this moment was something of a mix of passion, lust, and pure emotion at his near death experience. He squeezed her gently with his embrace yet again as he held this kiss for a long moment before breaking the kiss off.

Kilia was definitely swept up by the sudden kiss. She could hardly keep up with his words. Yup... definitely talk later... she decided. As he pulled away after giving her a very passionate kiss that left her dazed and out of breath, she swayed slightly, unsteady on her feet. For a moment, she stared at him, her eyes only barely opened. Finally after a while, she breathed his name right before pulling herself up closer against him, one hand stretching down across his broad back that made her feel so small, the other hand tangling up in his hair roughly, but not enough to hurt him. She kissed him back with just as much as she'd gotten from him.

Yup, he had lost control of the reigns, he knew that much as he suddenly begun to move his hand to a better location for what came next.

Lifting up Kilia he held the kiss she had started again as he turned the two of them away from his door and placed her down upon his bed. Casted over her he held the kiss as he felt the back of his hands pressed into the bed and the palms against her back. For a briefly moment he broke the kiss as he nipped at that lower lip he always caught her biting before pressing his lips back into hers with a small smile. Just her presence had numbed the thickened shadows and creepy twists of what had came back with the wearing of her protection spell upon him.

Sliding a hand out from under her back he passed it across her leg as he would rub it from her hip down to just above her knee before gliding it back up again.

With yet another break of the kiss, Rethyn merely moved back just enough so his eyes could look into hers in the darkness as their noses touched lightly. "I'm so lucky." He whispered through the darkness.

Just outside the door, Sina held her ear up to the door. She couldn't hear anything and with that she held a look of disappointment. Then as an evil smile grew upon her face she knocked three times lightly against the door as she said. "Kilia how's it going in there~"

Kilia startled just a bit as she was moved from the door to the bed. Her legs wrapped around Rethyn's waist as they went. Lost in the kissing, her fingers dug into his hair, holding him tightly. His touch was so warm, he was definitely not cold anymore. A soft hum fell from her lips as she moved to accommodate releasing his hand from under her back. When he pulled away to talk to her, she smiled up at him, her breathing lost to her in short pants.

Those pants took a sharp turn as she gasped at the noise at the door. For a moment she thought that maybe Rethyn was going to kill the girl, but it wasn't a normal night for him. He was... well.. Preoccupied. So, with a heavy sigh that ended up in a sort of irritated laugh, she reached back and threw the first thing that came into her possession. Whatever it was, it hit the door rather hard before it thunked to the floor, "Go away, Sina," she responded. She would have added an 'or else' to that but she feared what the other woman would do with that and instead directed Rethyn's lips back to hers. She was going to enjoy this night, free from distractions.

"Tag me in when you get worn out~" Sina giggled against the door before she turned and slipped down the hall.

Rethyn ignored Sina as he place his index finger and thumb on the tip of Kilia's chin as he tried to make her head turn back to face him. When Kilia turned and redirected his lips back to hers he smiled against them as he made a little noise like a mix between a hum and a playful growl. His hand had settled upon her hip as the other cuffed Kilia at the back of her head gently as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Breaking away from the kiss he peck kissed her several times before settling his lips back onto hers with a firmer kiss of which he found himself smiling into. Upon his face a light blush could be seen below the ocean of which were his eyes as he held them open for a moment to gaze over Kilia before he would gently close them again during the kiss.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Sina Virye
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Tristan and Soran

A door closed down the hall and Victor came out to the living room, he went into the kitchen and was raiding the refrigerator as he was telling Alauric how Tristan was, "He will be fine, you got a tough kid in there."

At the sound of the door closing, Soran looked up and watched as Victor moved down the hall and into the kitchen. Though he couldn't hear the words, his heart pounded hard in his chest as he was wondering about Tristan. Even so he couldn't get himself to move, fresh tears burning his eyes and falling a lot easier than they were before since he'd been crying this whole time to begin with. Shaking, he stood up slowly and went up behind Victor just a bit. His voice was very soft, hardly audible as he spoke.
"Can I... see him?" he cringed half expecting the answer to be no.

Victor looked up as he was chowing down on what looked like most of a chicken (it was cooked earlier). He stopped to swallow and looked at the boy's father. Alauric turned to Soran, "Go ahead, but make sure you get healed later, you are still hurt aren't you."

Soran flinched slightly, his hand just barely rising before he quickly stopped it from touching the area. He frowned down at the floor. He thought about lying, saying that he was fine, but the blood on his shirt was probably a good enough give away. So instead he settled for nodding his head though he really didn't think he had any intention of seeking out either Kilia or Victor. Soran took a step back and moved down the hall to Tristan's room, the room they had been sharing for a while. He hesitated for a long while before he opened the door and quietly stepped in. It was dark in the room and he could hardly make out anything for a moment.

When his sight adjusted, he looked at Tristan who was lying up on the bed sleeping as it seemed. Soran shook his head a bit as he bit his lip, hard, and tugged at his hair. He slid down the door and leaned against one raised leg as he cried softly.
Something must of disturbed him because Tristan opened his eyes a minute after Soran came into the door. Someone was crying, he could hear the soft sobs nearby. He recognize those even before he could see who it was across his room in the dark, "You know," his cleared his throat realizing that he sounded sort of gravely, "you aren't doing me much good over there, would you please come here."

The little blonde hiccuped on a gasp as he sat there. He lifted his head and looked over to where Tristan's voice had come to him. Even as the other Seer asked him to go over there, Soran didn't move. He bit his lip again and winced, his teeth had definitely broke the skin a moment ago, "I... wouldn't do much good... even if I went over there," he managed between soft gasps of air as he struggled to reign in his crying. It wasn't doing him any good except to give him a headache and probably make himself sick. Of course the little dip in the water earlier, the run through the cold night air, and then getting stabbed probably wasn't going to help in that department either, but whatever. He wasn't thinking about that anyway.

Tristan sighed, "screw it," he said as he sat up winching slightly. His head was throbbing from losing to much blood and to much energy. He wasn't really seeing straight but if he had to get out of bed and drag the other closer to him and stop his pity party then he would. He put his feet on the floor, "You really going make me get out of this bed, Soran."

"N-no!" Soran half cried out in fear as Tristan moved suddenly. Worry pulsed through him and he lurched forward just barely managing to keep his own feet. He moved, "Please... don't, do that," he said, "I'm sorry... I didn't... mean to. I just... why?" he was speaking as he moved slowly to the boy. He was starting to feel dizzy, really tired and unbearably hot, "Why aren't you mad... at me? Alauric... he hasn't said a word to me either. I... can't tell if he's mad or not," he hiccuped lightly, "I can't handle this. I shot you, I almost got us killed by a god, you're injured severely... Rethyn just about died! I can't... believe you're not mad at me..." he paused as he got to the bed, breathing heavily he just stood there.

"Oh...I am mad at you, I am mad that you are acting like a fool at the moment. I know why you shot me, and don't worry about my dad, I will tell him what happened. I mean we might be in trouble for sneaking out of the house...," yeah that really didn't have anything to do with what he was saying. "Rethyn, the idiot that he is, was doing his job and protecting us." Rethyn wasn't really an idiot, but Tristan sort of just got use to calling him that. "Soran...just come here and stop please. I can't handle it when you cry, but you are punishing yourself for no good reason." Tristan shook his head, he had acted like that too in the past, remembering how he was when Soran was brought back from his house.

Soran licked his lip, tasting coppery blood there and frowned. With a slight nod of his head, he moved and climbed up onto the bed. His fingers sought out Tristan, tugging at his arm to get him to lay back down as he swallowed down his apologizes and anything else that he may have thought to say at the moment. Tristan was worried enough, there was no need to make him worry more. All he wanted was to sleep, and be next to something warm. It was far too cold in the room. His body seemed to settle finally, though he still sniffled a bit as it took a slight bit longer to settle from the damned crying. He definitely hated that. Soran shivered a bit, shaking against Tristan.

"Cold..." he uttered, "Damn... remind me... we're never going swimming at night again..." he said with a partial grin as he snuggled against Tristan's side.

Tristan was better as the other came and crawled into bed. When he the tugged he laid back, probably a little slower then he should have been. As the other curled into him, he smiled finally, yet he could help his next question. "So...Rethyn is going to be ok," he asked the other. "Wait who healed him," he asked slightly curious.

Soran took a breath. He was trying to remember who healed the boy. In all honesty he'd been too lost in his own little world to have paid attention, though he'd heard voices. He sighed a bit, "I... don't know. I think Cryio maybe. It would make sense, Victor was... sort of busy with you," he uttered the last part very softly and shifted around to pull the covers up over his body better in an attempt to do something to keep his mind off that lingering pain.

"Cryio healed him," he repeated, and then it started, he got the chuckles from out of nowhere. He couldn't stop..., "Oh gosh...that means...oh poor Kilia." He had gotten the idea something was going on between those two, not that he had any kind of conformation on that.

A yawn pulled at him, sleep starting to take over. Sooo tired... was his last thoughts... well, last coherent thoughts anyway, "What are you laughing at..." the blonde mumbled sleepily. It was about then that he realized he was still fully dressed, partially wet and most likely getting blood on the bed. He didn't care though. He was too damned comfy. Stretching out one arm across the other boy, he tried to hug Tristan closer as if he were a giant freakin' teddy bear. He was so warm... "You're really warm..." he muttered, "I'll... fix the bed... tomorrow," he said slowly as he was beginning to drift off to sleep.

Tristan eyed the other, he didn't mind how close Soran was getting, "What do you mean, fix the bed tomorrow." He asked, his question though was soft, he then realized what a mess Soran was, again he'd get first prize for not noticing the blaring obvious. "Damnit," he cursed to himself, the other had probably not been healed yet, and Tristan guessed it was mostly Soran's fault in that.

"And I thought I was stubborn." He knew he wasn't really going to relax now, mostly because he was afraid of moving any and hurting the other. In fact now he was slightly tense, and it wasn't helping him in the least with his head or other aches.

Soran's fingers tapped him lightly, mumbling as he shifted and got comfortable again. He was sprawled out across the boy for sure now, "Sleep..." he uttered softly. Then he gave a slight hum of contentment. It was probably the last time he moved at all or said anything, cuddled up in the blankets and his lover. Finally warm, for the most part, and comfortable with no pain since everything was numb by now. He was out cold soon enough.




Next morning

He was sick. Knocked down by the freakin' flu of all things. Lying on the bed still clothed, it was rather early in the morning when he'd woken up to a pounding headache, an awful taste at the back ofhis mouth and feeling like hell has just worn over him. Everything ached. He was cold one moment, burning hot the next, and probably driving Tristan insane with his constant moving, though he desperately tried not to do so. Cuddled up in the covers yet again after having thrown them off not but five minutes ago, Soran closed his eyes tightly to try to sleep again, "Can survive gods attacking... Deriea's insane training... running for our lives... and the fucking flu puts me down like a light," he muttered to himself and coughed, groaning afterwards. Maybe he should tell Tristan to get up so that he didn't catch this too... unless of course it was already too late. He had slept with the boy all night which had been the initial start of the sickness. It was a little while after that when Soran fell asleep again. He was a bit fitful, tossing the covers on and off, but for the most part he didn't move as moving too much hurt like hell.

Tristan mumbled, having must have drifted off at one point, god he was hot, he understood the other had practically wrapped himself around him, but he was to hot. "Soran...what's wrong, are you burning up." Tristan asked wondering how he even had that coherent of a sentence coming from his mouth. He hadn't gotten much sleep at it was, but he wasn't going to mention that.

Soran didn't make to answer. He was sleeping. Well, if one could call it sleeping. He didn't move, aside from his eyebrows which twitched every now and then in response to an ache somewhere along his small frame. Should he have been awake he would have said that he hated being sick because he always felt like crap. But that would come later. For the moment, he just lay there as if he were nothing but a limp pile of a Seer. Swept up in a dreamless sleep, he didn't hear Tristan's question at all.

"Soran...," Tristan tried again, ok so he didn't mind the other being there, but if Soran was sick, he needed to mention it to someone. He sighed, he had other reasons why he needed to move, but he doubted the blonde was going to be happy with him if he did. "Why did you have to come to bed in wet clothes you noodle brain."

He unclasped the arms of the other from around him and gently pushed him away. He got up slowly, which wasn't at all in the least what he wanted to do. He had to steady himself for a second before he walked to the door and opened it.

He stopped at the bathroom first trying to wake himself up first. He walked out to the living room and turned his head when the sunlight came through the window. He went into the kitchen and found his father sitting there, "Why are you out of bed," Alauric asked him. "Something is wrong with Soran, he feels like he is burning up, maybe has a fever." Tristan walked to the fridge and opened it, but instead of going for something he just leaned in and stood there for a second. "Tristan, don't stand there with the door open." Tristan grabbed some juice from the fridge and closed the door. He also grabbed an apple from the a bowl in the middle of the counter. "Why didn't you make him get healed before he came to see me." Alauric looked at his son with a quirked eyebrow, "cause there wasn't anyone to heal him, cept for the god." Tristan looked at his father for a second before turning away and blushing really red, he knew what happened the last time Soran was healed by Cryio. He poured the juice in a glass and drank it pretty much all down before stopping for a second.

"Well someone needs to heal him, or at least take a look, Victor up." he said, and then he grinned slightly, "or Kilia." Alauric shook his head, "I haven't seen the girl since last night, and Victor is still in bed." Tristan sighed, "look what happened last night...don't be mad at him, he was only doing what he thought necessary. It was partly my fault as well..."

"Tristan I am not mad at him, and yes it is partly your fault," Alauric answered him. "And don't think for one second that you two are out of trouble, I should just let River handle this, she can be pretty creative in her punishments...but we both agreed that I would handle it."

"Punishments...really dad aren't we a bit old for punishments," Tristan said but decided against continuing when he saw the look in his father's eyes. Maybe they deserved something, but he wasn't going to think about it now.

"Oh ho," River's voice came from behind Tristan as she leaned against the door to the kitchen, arms crossed over her chest as she gave him a sour look, "So, now you're too old hu?" she asked with a frown on her lips, "You're both only a few weeks into being twenty years old, to me and your father you both are still kids. What the hell were you two thinking?" She said, her voice rising a bit, "Just because we're out here and hardly have had any contact with Gods, doesn't mean we're a hundred percent safe!" River moved so that she was in front of Tristan now, "I know how my son is, he's like me. He's insistent and he's stubborn. But if you're anything like your father, you'd be even more stubborn. Why did you let him convince you so easily?" she narrowed her eyes at him.

Not giving him a second to answer just yet, she continued a little more to drive her point a bit. She was upset, irritated and though she said she'd let Alauric deal with it, hearing Tristan's that moment had sort of set her off, "And what would you have done if one of you died last night? Think about it, Tristan. You almost died, Soran could have easily lost his life if he'd hit that wall any different than he did, and Rethyn! Oh my god, you're so damned lucky. He was the worst one out of all three of you! If we hadn't found him when we did last night, you wouldn't have a Guardian right now. So tell me now. Do you think you're too old for a punishment?"

Tristan paled when he heard River's voice, he couldn't say anything to her, she had every right to say what she was saying. "no ma'am," he said softly. He didn't say that to be rude, he couldn't even look at her, especially when she mentioned the what ifs. "I am sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect," he still couldn't look at her though. He thought about it, last night when Soran turned to him and begged him to go had he even been coherently thinking at the moment. He had been so tired from the training that day, so maybe he could blame the exhaustion and not wanting to fight with the other. He actually didn't think that sounded so good in his own head, and there was no way he was going to voice that out loud.

River frowned, her fingers tight on her arms, "Tristan," she said, her voice just a bit softer but still hard enough for him to know she was dead serious, "My son, is all I have left. He's yours to take care of. Remember that alright? For next time when he decides he wants to be stubborn," she rolled her eyes as she released a heavy sigh, "Tristan, look at me please, I'm not going to bite, I swear..."

Tristan looked up at her, his eyes guilty. She had sort of stabbed him in the heart with her words, but he only left a indication of that in his expression.

"I'm not mad that a God attacked you. I'm not mad that you all fought. What I'm angry about is that you left the house to begin with. You know where the barrier line ends. If you wanted to look out side so damned bad, do it in the front yard safely within the barrier. As for your punishment, we both agreed on one thing, though I had plenty of ideas for the two of you," she said as she lifted her head a bit, her fingers tapping her arm, "I'll leave it up to your father when it'll start, but you're both sleeping in separate rooms. Two weeks, both of you." she said, her stern glint returning to her eyes, "Clear?"

Tristan slightly cringed, but nodded his head in response, "Yes," he answered her, "um..," he was going to have to tell her that Soran wasn't feeling well, "I think he is sick," Tristan said softly. Now he felt even worse then he had earlier.

Tilting her head she eyed him, "He's... sick? Like... sick how?" She asked, worry filling her voice. Was something wrong? Terribly wrong? "Did he get his wounds healed last night like he was supposed to?!" she asked suddenly, fear driving her question as she looked over to Alauric, eyes wide slightly, "That little, sneaky.... He didn't, did he. He said he was going to," River was angry yet again as she made to storm out of the kitchen.

Alauric stood, "I am going to go wake Victor, before she throttles him." He left Tristan standing in the kitchen. He had gone pale again, "she is really scary when she is mad," he said to himself. He left to follow his father.

Peaking her head around the corner Sina bite her lip lightly as she overheard the conversation of which was taking place. Unlike last night she had placed upon herself a pair of jeans and a pink v-neck of which looked flowery on the arms and collar. Tilting her head she could tell the tone of the conversation wasn't good, but she hadn't heard much as she had just started listening in. A part of her wanted to stay while the other was to check on the others. Biting her lip she turned away as she instead chose to walk to there room where Rethyn and Kilia were.

Kicking her foot not too hard against the door three times she said.

"Hey!~"

Kilia startled at the sound. Wrapped up in Rethyn's embrace she had been so comfortable. More comfortable than she'd ever been before. With a slight gasp, she jumped at the noise. Only to find that it was Sina who was the culprit as her voice came through the door, "Sina!" she hissed, "I swear I'm going to stuff you!" she was trying not to wake the sleeping Guardian next to her.

Speaking to the door Sina hummed. "In all seriousness though you two should probably get up...However if you want to "stuff" me you'd better wake Rethyn up for assistance~! Anywho if you both wanna get up at some point today that's your choice! After training today I got a plan for us all~!"

With a light hum Sina moved away from the door as she begun to go for the stairs. She knew she was going to have to go and continue her planning for the day for a bit before it's presentation. With one last look to the room she shook her head and smiled before chuckling to herself.

Kilia's face had turned a brilliant red in color and she wasn't too sure what to respond with as Sina's snappy remark threw her off. Damn that girl! Kilia thought as she was flustered and all sorts of tongue tied. With a somewhat frustrated growl and sigh mixed together, she moved around a little bit. Wiggling to get into a better position, she cuddled up with Rethyn once again and decided that, for today anyway, she wasn't planning on getting up early or doing anything. She was tired, and she also knew Rethyn was tired too. After all, he'd lost so much blood last night. Her face heated at the memory of what happened after Cryio had healed him.

Kilia moved again a bit, this time to free her arm as she recalled something. Opening up her pad, she pulled up the original spell, worked in the last few details and then drew it from the pad. Pressing her hand against his chest, the golden light whirled around him, lacing his frame as she put the protection spell over him. She was only just barely reminded of it when she'd thought of how injured he'd been last night. She was going to work on that protection spell, make it stronger to hopefully help him better in the future. Once that was done, she reached up and ran her fingers gently through his hair.

After a long while Rethyn opened his eyes. He had gained quite a silly amount of bedhead on the left side of his head as it stuck up strangely. As he felt Kilia's hand running through his hair he leaned into a little. A bright blush was upon his face as the magic had ran it's course as was now gone from him. He felt a slight soreness from his chest and muscles, but they had become more bearable than before. The obvious signs the nightmares were relieved from him by Kilia brought a since of security through him as he no longer had to be back in that strange world in his mind.

Offering Kilia a small smile he said with a yawn. "Good morning cute girl..." He wasn't really sure if she'd like the little name he had come up for her on the spot there and debated dropping it. He couldn't help but think about how nice she felt against him where they lay. He really didn't want to get up though for if he moved his head he still felt the dizziness as his body needed time to regain the blood.

Lifting his head up a little he aimed a little light kiss on Kilia's lips before lowering his head back down. The thoughts of last night had begun to carry his attention away from the current moment as he thought about what he'd done. He was happy he'd done it, but in his mind he couldn't help but get the sinking feeling he might of moved a little too fast. However, at the same time she didn't seem upset or anything. After a moment he nuzzled against her as he wrapped his arms around her lightly to cuddle.

Quietly he asked the question of which he felt was poking at him to get out.

"How're you feeling?"

Kilia shifted, her gaze lifting up a bit to look up at him before she put her head against his shoulder and let out a sigh of contentment, "Fine," she giggled a bit, "Really, that's the first thing you're going to ask me?" her finger poked his side as she lay there, "And just so you know, you're in trouble."

To the first part of Kilia's words Rethyn answered a very simple "Yes." to her. However upon the poke a small smile seeped out as he raised a brow to her. "How so?" He responded with a light tone. He found himself curious as he laced his hands behind the back of his head as he continued to look at her with his smile.

Kilia frowned, "Because. You," she shifted so that she was leaning over him, hands crossed over his chest, "You decided you were going to go take on a god last night by yourself," her narrowed eyes were a good indication that she was not happy with him, "I should smack you," she said with a shake of her head and instead leaned forward to give him a small kiss before she pulled back and rested her head on her hands that were using him as a pillow.

Rethyn begun to open his mouth as he tried in the moment to come up with something quick to say back but failed. He knew she wasn't happy with him, but he didn't know how to explain the actions he had preformed the previous night. In his mind he felt like he was in the right for moving the god back far enough so the two others could get back towards the retreat. However, at the same time he had indeed put himself in a situation where he would of died. She was correct too, neither of them were wrong, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Save the smacking for training..." Rethyn within a yawn as he still felt tired and weak from both the training and blood-loss.

"Oh, I will smack you. You're going to get your butt handed to you in training," she said, her voice speaking of her promises as she settled against him. His yawn invoked her own yawn, "But... for now," she took a breath, "I'm tired. You wore me out."

"You talk as if you didn't tire me as well." Rethyn said with closed eyes and a small smile. "I must of been terrible with all that lack of blood."

Kilia's face reddened, "S-shut up... And... you weren't terrible," a bit of a giggle escaping her. One finger went to her mouth where she nibbled on the nail as she looked up at him, "It was..." she smiled as she leaned up to his ear and whispered a few things in his ear, when she finished she came back and was laughing as well as blushing furiously.

With his own chuckle and raise of brow, Rethyn listened to her as she whispered into his ear. As his own blush grew upon his face he looked to her and laughed lightly himself before finishing with. "I didn't know I had that in me."

~~

The door burst open and River moved into the room, a yell on her lips that quickly died out. Twenty years was enough time to know when a child was feigning sickness and when they weren't. Soran was sprawled out on the bed, the covers toss off of him as if he were thrashing a bit earlier. Both eyebrows curled downwards in a look of discomfort. There was sweat on his face, his mouth opened as he panted a bit. His shirt was wrinkled to all hell, stained with blood as well. The sheets were blood streaked too, and filled with dirt. Her son, who was usually pale skinned, was dirty as if he'd taken a mud bath. Blood streaked his face from several cuts.

She moved into the room as she called out into the hall, "Alauric! Get Victor!" her voice was loud through the house as she moved over to her son. Touching his head she hissed as she withdrew her hand. He was so hot. She needed a thermometer. 'Mother mode' kicked in as she adjusted her son on the bed to try to make him more comfortable. His hazy green eyes opened up just a bit as she moved him. Soran gazed up at her, his breathing heavy.

"Momma... this sucks."
"Yup, I know. Well, you're fault for running around last night baby."
"Of all things... the flu..."

Victor came through the door a minute later, "What's...oh," he didn't need to ask as he looked at Soran. Alauric was standing a little ways in the doorway, and Tristan was outside not coming in. "Ok no worries, even though a change of clothes would be a good idea at some point," Victor said to her. He pulled a spell from his pad, and it green at first but sort of hovered there only for a second before turning blue. "Ok this shouldn't take long," he said as he cast the spell over Soran. It quickly reduced the fever, and started to heal the wound, after he was done, Victor pulled the spell. "Probably just some rest, would be good, and some food...speaking of which what is for breakfast."

Alauric laughed at followed the other out of the room, leaving the door slightly open. Alauric noticed that his own son had slide to the floor again and had his head on his knees. He sort of wondered if the boy had fallen asleep, but didn't want to disturb him for some reason.

As his fever was calmed, Soran let out a sigh of relief, though he still felt horrible. Being sick was never fun and for him, he was often put down in bed for several days. He sighed as his mother ran a cloth across his face, seated next to him now, "You're going to have to get up."

He moaned, "I don't want to."
"Soran," her voice was clipped, motherly of course, but with no room for him to argue.
"Momma..."
"You're dirty, there's blood all over you, and I have to clean this bed that you ruined. So, get up and go bathe yourself."
"Momma..."
"No. No pity. This is your own damned fault. You two boys are in so much trouble."

Soran winced a bit as he lay there. He looked away, not really wanting to be reminded of that. He didn't say anything as his mother sat there, rubbing the dirt off his face. The little Seer wasn't sure what kind of trouble they were in, but he was sure he didn't really want to know. On the verge of tears again, he sat up slowly, "I'll go wash," he said softly to her and pulled himself off of the bed. Slowly edging his way out into the hallway he spotted Tristan and he bit his lip as he noted how he was sitting. That was a familiar posture, and he often did it himself too. Moving over to the red haired boy, he touched his shoulder.

"Hey..." he said softly, "You... okay?"
"Soran!" his mother's voice called from the room, "Bath, now."
"Okay! Alright... I'm going..." he called back, and tugged at Tristan's arm, "You too."

Tristan looked up slightly, he must have dozed off or something. "I am fine," his voice was soft. He slightly looked to the door that Soran came out of and cringed, "Um...go ahead, I don't want you to get in more trouble."

He hadn't actually looked at Soran, he really didn't want the other to see that maybe his eyes were slightly red, nor how tired he looked. He really had the thought of just crawling back into bed, but his bedsheets were being washed and well he didn't want River to think he was being lazy.

Soran nibbled on his lip and then slowly nodded his head. Releasing Tristan's arm, he went to the bathroom, shutting the door and was soon in a hot shower. River, who had stripped the bed completely came back out into the hall and set eyes upon Tristan. Man... this is why I hate punishing kids... they look so pitiful... she thought to herself as she gazed at him, the pile of dirty sheets in her arms. With a sigh, she shifted the bunch around and addressed him.

"Tristan, go sleep. I already said that your father is going to decide on when your punishment is going to take affect. You're not banned from seeing him, you know. You're just not going to be allowed to stay in the same room for a while," she sighed again, "I swear you both are acting like we've just chopped off an arm or something."

Tristan looked up at her, and couldn't find the words to say. "I...um. okay." He would go find somewhere else to sleep for the time being. He didn't feel like saying anything that would make her mad anyways. He got up and turned to go find someplace quiet.





Later that Day

After the shower, a longer nap, some food and medicine that River had to just about force down his throat, Soran was seated at the table with a cup of tea between his fingers. He was still feeling horrid, his nose was slightly red from tissues and had a slight cough that he was battling with the lemon tea. A long black sweater covered his frame, pants and his boots, but once they were done at the table he was straight off to bed with strict orders from his mother to have more medicine and drink more tea. He groaned inwardly, ducking his head down into the thick turtleneck of his sweater. Sucks... he thought to himself. Maybe it was karma... definitely karma. Catching the flu like that after getting them into trouble.

Sitting at the table with Soran were Tristan and his father, the two had already told the older seer all that had happened the night before. Alauric was sitting there quietly for a moment, taking all the details in, he noticed two things about these two. One was that both were trying to say it had been mostly their fault which, was rather amusing, and two he sort of didn't want to punish them after hearing the story. He shook his head finally, "Well, you are both to blame for leaving the house in the first place, and for that I do think some time apart would be the best solution. So two weeks, the sleeping arrangements will be different, I am not saying you can't see each other, because in this house that would be rather difficult not to do. But you are limited to training and eating and well group social interactions." So in others words, they weren't allowed to be alone together at all, Tristan had already known this was what the parents came up with as punishment, but something told him he might be getting a little extra on the side, especially for his earlier comment about being to old to get in trouble.

Soran looked up at Alauric with a bit of a small gasp, his eyes wide. Not... be with him... apart...but... he nibbled on his lip again. He was going to cry, so he bowed his head and shut his eyes tightly. He took a deep breath. These next two weeks were going to be very long. His fingers tightened around the cup, "I'm... sorry," he muttered. It wasn't going to change anything, but he felt it had to be said -again-. He felt like a teenager again, being grounded. Yes, this was definitely what it was. He gave a soft nod of his head in agreement, knowing that fighting was going to make it worse. He lifted his head just briefly to glance over to Tristan before he lowered his gaze again.

Tristan heard that small gasp but didn't look in the direction of its maker, two weeks seemed like a long time to him as well. "When will the punishment start," he asked. His father hadn't actually said that, Alauric looked at Tristan for a second, "Oh," the man actually looked over his shoulder for a second, "Its starts tomorrow." Tristan looked at his father weirdly, why did he whisper that last part.

"T-tomorrow..." Soran muttered softly, as if he hadn't heard right. He glanced up at Alauric, his fingers pulling from the tea cup to wipe at his face. It was a nice surprise, at least he'd get to sleep with Tristan for one more night before the dreaded two weeks of not being able to see him, or touch him, or kiss him, or... Soran quickly snuffed out that thought and looked down at the table.

"However I would still be careful," Alauric was again talking in a whisper, Tristan shook his head at the man. He got the gist of what Alauric was trying to do, but then he had to remind them that others might not even be happy with that...and the why, Tristan really wanted to know, but then again maybe he didn't. Alauric looked at Soran, "I would still do what your mother asked you to though, medicine and tea I believe it was." He stood up and gave the two a small smile. "But really try and get some sleep, you both look zombie like." He didn't leave the kitchen but only walked over to the fridge and pulled out a ice cream bar.

Soran watched Alauric with a confused look on his face. He glanced over to Tristan but then upon the words of having to do what his mother had said, he grew red again and he gave a sort of horrified look. Turning slowly he looked around the room almost as if he expected his mother to suddenly be standing right there with her scrutinizing gaze. He cringed, "But... the medicine tastes horrible," he gave a pitiful looking face as he pouted. Maybe Tristan would save him from the medicine. Right?

"Tristan..." he said softly, trying to test the water with the red haired boy.

Tristan caught the chuckle in his throat when he heard the other complain about the medicine, but then he heard his name. He sort of wanted to turn and make it looked like he hadn't heard him, yet for some reason his body went in the other direction and he was looking at the other with a curious look on his face.

He tried his best to win over the taller boy, "Tristan... that medicine is horrid..." he complained and leaned across the table, wrapping his fingers around the boys arm. His hands were almost all the way covered by the long sleeves of his sweater, the finger tips just barely peeking out from under the thick, soft cloth, "If I just drink the tea... and go to sleep, I'll be fine. I'll get over this stupid flu in no time."

Slinking into the room Sina held something behind her back as she begun to lightly hum. She was trying to catch the eye of either of the boys so she could spring upon them the idea she had held throughout the morning. She even help a small playful smile across her lips as she tried to give an innocent look of which was obviously a giant lie.

"Meow."

Tristan was going to remind the other what drinking tea the night before had accomplished, however he saw a certain dark-haired girl out of the corner of his eye. She looked like she was up to no good...or something. When she meowed though, he rolled his eyes. So he turned and looked at her, "Sina, is there something that you want."

"Is this a bad time? I can always leave and come back when you're more open Tristan~" Sina purred as she begun to turn to leave the two boys. Behind her back was a rolled up piece of paper of which something seemed to be written on the inside. However, on the outside it looked like part of marked map was there. In fact, it looked very similar to a folded up map that had always been in one of the offices through the house.

Tristan was going to go back to the conversation with Soran when he caught the sight of the rolled up piece of paper in Sina's had. "Hey where did you get that," was his first question, the why was going to be the second but for some reason he held off, asking her any why questions was a dangerous thing.

Without turning to look at Tristan she answered with a sweet tone as she hummed. " I found it in one of the old offices. And don't worry, I made sure it wasn't your father's main office or anything like that. I couldn't in good heart ruin something he'd been using." Her head was facing away from Tristan or he'd be able to see the catty grin growing.

Tristan listened to her again debating on just letting the whole matter go, "Sina...what do you want, and what do you have, just get it over with okay."

"Mmnn later." Sina softly spoke as she slowly walked out of the room and around the corner with a little swing to her hips with each step. She wasn't just going to give the information on command like that, she wanted him to from demanding out of frustration to pleading out of curiosity. Was she going to get that? In her mind she knew most likely not, but she had her hopes.

"Gosh, she is more irritating than all my sisters combined," Tristan mumbled and looked at the blond again, "Now back you just drinking tea, isn't that what you said you would never drink again before going to bed."

Soran blushed a bit. He was curious as to what Sina had, and though Tristan had handled her quite well... he was rather... curious. It was an awful trait of his. River was like that too. Curious and mischievous. A horrid combination and definitely something he inherited fully. Which was probably half of the reason why the two boys were in trouble as it was. He frowned then as he looked down to the tea cup, "Uh... mother's orders," he mumbled, "This tea isn't the good kind. No sugar, no nothing... it tastes horrible and it's really bitter, here see!?" He stood up, putting the cup under Tristan's nose, "Just smell it. It's awful!"

Tristan had to back away a little, "Thanks like I needed my nose full of tea smell," he said. Tristan was looking up at the other boy, "Soran...I am not going be your...get out of jail free card," he thought that was a lame example though. And he had already gotten it from River twice today...or was it three times. Not to mention his father, "and if you want to be mad, go ahead and be mad."

Soran's eyes grew wide and then narrowed, "Well that was rude," he muttered to himself, "You could have just said no," he pulled the cup away and set it none-to gently onto the table. Putting both hands up to his face he coughed and then made his way to the door, "Whatever, I'll just... go be mad then. And here I thought that you'd want to spend a little time together before I crash out," he continued as he left the kitchen and made his way back to the room where the awful medicine was waiting for him. One dose of that stuff and he was going to be asleep in a half an hour and out cold for several hours after that.

Tristan caught up with Soran in the hallway, attempted to grab his arm and push him up against the wall.

Soran let out a slight, startled gasp as he was literally whirled back around on the hell of his foot and he ended up with his back against the wall, "Tristan..!"

"You know what...I am fucking done with being in trouble today, I do want to spend time with you before I am not allowed. But I am not apologizing for what I just said." Tristan crowded into Soran's personal space and took the others lips in a kiss.

He trembled at the words that were said, and then even more when he was kissed so suddenly. It was slightly rough, but not without passion as their kisses always were. Soran stood there in shock for a moment. Then he put his arms up around the boys neck, holding him tightly and returning the kiss with as much passion as he could muster. When he pulled away, he was short on breath, both because he couldn't really breathe through his nose at the moment and from the kiss, "Hey... you know... you could get sick."

"I don't care," was all Tristan said in response, maybe if he did then at least he have something to occupy his time. Yet even that thought was a bit strange, "Lets go, and hope that your mother...isn't around anywhere."

He nodded quickly and started working his way towards the room, but his arms were locked around the boys shoulders, his lips constantly seeking Tristan's. For some strange reason he was eagerly wanting Tristan's touch. The thought of not being able to do so for the next two weeks was killing him. For a moment he laughed, "Can you imagine what we're going to do, after two weeks is over?" he breathed heavily as his fingers reached the door and opened it for them to pass through.

The door opened, well maybe that was a good sign that the woman wasn't in there. Tristan was feeling a little guilty that he felt like they were sneaking around again.

Closing the door, he tugged at Tristan's arm, "I think... I have to admit... this is a little bit more... exciting," he said with a small laugh and between his short breaths, he eyed the bed, the medicine right next to the bed, "Think we could get away with a little bit of... fun before I take that? It's gonna make me sleep in thirty minutes..." he grinned, "Unless you think you're good enough with just thirty minutes," he teased.

Tristan looked at the blonde for a second, "Oh...you little, I am not going to fall for that twice." He let the other pull him to the bed, "Fun...and then you are taking that, is that a promise." Tristan wasn't really thinking about the medicine though, he started to nip slightly at the others neck. "So back to your earlier question, what are we going to do after two weeks are over," he whispered this into Soran's ear.

Soran bit his lip, breathing heavily as the other nibbled at his neck, "I... promise," he panted in return. He could hardly concentrate as he lay underneath Tristan, the boys voice whispering to him, "Oh.. I have plans," he answered as he pulled Tristan down to him. His teeth found the red head's ear, then his throat, the collar bone next as his fingers fell down the boy's chest and to the edge of the shirt where he started pulling it up, "I'm going to tease you so badly, that you won't think straight," he said with a grin against Tristan's neck.

"I can't wait," he said after his shirt was thrown to the floor. "So maybe I should get my turn now." He leaned in and whisper in Soran's ear, exactly what he was going to do him. Maybe it was the sense of urgency that Tristan felt, but yes this was indeed more exciting.

"T-Tristan... you..." Soran's fingers sort of clawed at him, trying to bring him closer, "So mean," he uttered softly and turned his head to try to get a kiss. He was going to have to come up with some rather evil things to get back at Tristan with for the next two weeks.

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With several blinks, Rethyn opened his eyes as he looked slowly around the room. With Kilia still on him he didn't sit up, but he did hear the sound of his stomach as it growled at him to get something to eat. With a glance over to Kilia he made a face of uncertainty. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep and he didn't want to take that from her.

Slowly Rethyn begun to inch as he tried to move to not awake her. In his mind his plan was to make the pillows move to where he laid so she'd remain comfortable. With each inch he swore he was coming closer and closer to waking her as she had established her spot quite well and movement would be obvious. He felt a little pain nip at his abdominal as he tried to slide again. With a little wince this time he felt a little dizzy as he moved. A whole night and half a day by and his blood still hadn't refilled. With a look of confusion upon his face Rethyn thought to himself "Damn, how much blood did I lose?"

"Mmm," Kilia shifted, a soft sound spilling from her lips. Her 'pillow' was moving. She heaved a sigh and then her eyes opened up slowly. She looked up at Rethyn and yawned heavily, "Hey," she said with a smile, her fingers starting to trace circles, "How are you feeling?"

Rethyn begun to speak, but before the words could come out a growl came from his stomach. His face turned lightly red as he had both awaken her and had his stomach make a scene. With a little smile of his own playing at the corners of his lips he eyes her fingers for a moment as they traced circles on him. After what seemed like a long moment he spoke to her quietly as replied with his own awkward "Hey."

Running a hand down to her left hip, Rethyn enjoyed the softness of her skin as he sat up slightly to kiss her on the forehead before planting a gentle kiss upon her lips. With yet another angry growl from his stomach he broke the kiss as his face remained red. "Yeah..." He spoke after a long moment. "Maybe I should try getting up? If that's okay?"

"If you feel like you can," she answered back, "Food is probably a good idea for you. You lost a lot of blood," she frowned at him. After a moment, she pulled herself up and stretched, her lithe frame bending backwards a bit, "Let me dress and I'll help you," she said with a yawn and quickly began pulling on her clothes.

Rethyn couldn't help but give Kilia a look up and down as she stretched out. As he tried to get up himself he had to catch himself with his arm to the side of the bed as he felt light-headed. However, by the orders of Kilia he went no further as he didn't move from the spot as he sat up-right and just breathed. "You're the best." He said as he took some slow breaths. The thought of a gift traveled through his mind again as he tried to think about what he could do for her. Several ideas went through his mind, but none of them seemed all too amazing as he closed his eyes briefly for another deep breath.

She smiled at him, "Alright, come on," she said as she offered her arms out to him, "You'll need to drink a lot of water, probably some soup to start with first. Definitely something warm. Maybe I will ask Cryio how to share energy with you. I have plenty," she said with a laugh.

"Y-yeah, just need to get my clothing on first." Grasping at the side of his head he knew this was going to be a challenge. The thought of Kilia having to help him change brought a violet shade to his face as he begun to feel helpless. Taking her arm he looked down as he didn't want to ask for help in changing into a outfit for the day. "Can I make you dinner sometime?" There it was, the idea of which Rethyn spawned. He wanted to give something back to her , but out here at the retreat he didn't know what he could do besides something like cooking.

Rethyn's face had turned tomato like as it had become so red. In contrast to his blue eyes he looked kind of funny in the arms of Kilia as he stared to his dresser. The feeling of helplessness had engulfed him and even though he remained silent the redness gave away his feelings better than any words.

As Kilia helped him, she smiled warmly, not minding at all that he needed the help. In fact it made her feel needed and she sort of liked that. When he suddenly asked her if he could make her dinner, she paused in her work, which was to get a shirt for him now that he had pants on. She turned a slight bit red and then looked up at him with an almost childish excitement, "Yes," she said eagerly, "I would love that," she said and her thoughts wandered on what it was he would make her.

Once he was dressed, she led him to the door and out into the house. It was a bit slow going, but she didn't mind at all. The kitchen wasn't too far anyway and once he was seated safely, she left him to make something to eat and gave him a glass of water, "Drink it slowly," she said firmly, "But you have to drink it all."

Kilia's stern gaze was betrayed by her smile though.

Looking over to Kilia Rethyn merely stared at her as she begun to make him something. As he weakly raised an arm and scratched at his head he said "Thank you." to her as his face was still bright red. Looking to his glass of water he took it by hand as he opened his mouth again to ask Kilia. "How long do you think I'll be like this?"

Taking a sip of water his mouth went from dry to normal in seconds. However, without even really noticing he went against the word of Kilia as he drank the water down rather quickly. She hadn't even given him a meal yet and his glass was already empty. Taking note of this Rethyn tried to give off an innocent look as he bit his lip.

Turning back around, she noted the empty glass. A frown pulled on her lips, "Jeez... Well, it shouldn't be too long. If you eat and drink lots of liquids you'll probably start feeling a bit more normal by tomorrow. Nothing strenuous though," she said with a meaningful look. Taking his glass she refilled it and gave it back to him, "You soup will be done here soon, alright? Take it easy to day and tomorrow, maybe even the day after. And I mean that, Rethyn," her voice was leaving no room to argue as she stirred the food in the pan.

Looking to Kilia, Rethyn gave her a little smirk as he tried to respond to her but failed as she had left no room to argue.
After a short moment, Rethyn replied with. "Well, I guess you're going to have to be on me then cause I don't know if I can wait three days."

He gave her a little smile before looking back to his glass of which was now full. As he attempted to take another sip it turned into a gulp and before long the glass was empty again. Giving a little look at his glass he briefly looked annoyed at how fast he was drinking it. For some reason or another his mind and body weren't really working together and it bothered him he couldn't just slow down with the water.

With a small rub of his forehead he quickly tried to glance over to see his soup, but felt a bit of dizziness as he nearly fell out of chair. As a bit of redness crawled over his face he tried to play it off like it didn't happen as he steadied himself. Shaking his head he tried to forget about it as he eagerly awaited his soup.

His stomach rumbled again and caused Rethyn to sigh in embarrassment.

Pulling a bowl from the cupboards, she spooned the soup into it. Setting it in front of Rethyn, she put on hand on her hip as she picked up the empty glass, "Didn't I say 'slowly'?" she shook her head and refilled it yet again. This time, though she sat in front of him, "You better not make me be on your case for the next few days. You'll be in so much trouble," she teased and then leaned forward to run her hand through his hair. Pecking his cheek, she gave him a long look and then gestured to the bowl, "Alright you, eat up. Take it easy," she said with a warm smile. She actually was sort of looking forward to nursing him back to health for the next few days... But she would never say that to him. Her lips pulled up in a bigger smile as she watched him.

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Rethyn and Tristan : near the end of the first week

Another sleepless night, and Tristan found himself in the training room, yet all he was really doing was working on his spell pad. After another week of training, pulling spells have gotten faster, yet having them perfected was another thing. It seemed Deriea liked to tease him about that jelly that he poured all over Valyn. He was sitting there just enjoying the quietness of the room he was in, yet he had a few things on his mind.

Rounding the corner, Rethyn quietly paced down the hall to the training room. Over the past week the young man had seemly begun to do better as he had started to regulate his sleeping much better. He would usually only do his late night routes for a few hours before going to sleep himself. With the thought of his training on his mind he nearly didn't see Tristan as he glanced into the room and found his Seer upon his magic pad. Raising his brow he spoke out through the darkness.

"Another night?"

He slightly chuckled at the sound of his guardian's voice, "Give me a break," he said but wasn't trying to be mean to the other. He wasn't at all going to voice why he couldn't get any sleep. Of course the whole thing was comman knowledge in the household. "Don't run off though, we do have some things to still discuss."

Rethyn had an idea of why his Seer wasn't sleeping, but he wasn't going to voice it as he knew that would only make Tristan dwell on it. However, the second thing took Rethyn by surprise as he stepped into the room and slowly took a seat against the oposite wall. He wasn't surprised by the fact that Tirstan wanted to discuss some things, but why he had waited the whole week. However, he took a guess the Seer had a lot on his mind during that week.

"What did you want to talk about?"

Tristan watched him come into the room and sit opposite him. "Well, ok, what was going on with you a couple of weeks ago." Yeah maybe Tristan waiting to long to talk to him about this, yet it just seemed like having a sit down talk with your own protector was a near to impossible task or something. He noticed the changes though, and well he actually was grateful for them. Something told him though it had to do with a certain pink-haired seer.

Rethyn found himself stifening up a little as he was asked the question. It wasn't something he exactly wanted to talk about, but he knew Tristan had the skill to tell when he was deflecting questions. Instead Rethyn seemed to try to drag out the response as he said quietly. "You will think I am insane."

Tristan quirked an eyebrow at Rethyn, he had trouble with thinking his guardian normal in the first place, so what could possible make Rethyn think that Tristan would think him insane. Tristan shook his head, trying to make sense of that thought. Tristan didn't want to be mean or anything so he tried a different tactic, "So you mean more insane then normal," he was teasing of course with a slight grin on his face.

"Yeah...more insane than normal." Rethyn took notice of Tristan's teasing, but at the same time he took a little offense as a part of him didn't believe it to be entirely teasing. He had never spent much time with his Seer unless his Seer was in need, he didn't blame Tristan however as he knew how he was when he first arrived to the group. It had not been a good time to meet people and give impressions. However as his eyes angryily bore into the mats of the training room he found himself tainted with a little spite as none of them had any idea of what the nightmares were like. Sleeping or awake they'd still get to you, even if you had been hardened in the afterlife they could break people. They'd almost broke him without the intervention of Kilia.

Tristan's grin went away, "I am sorry that wasn't nice," he said, he didn't know why but he got the feeling that went in an entirely different direction then the way he intended. "You know...it shouldn't be this hard to talk to you, you've saved my life, or protected it multiple times, and yet having a conversation is almost painful. Its not like that for you with other people, I guess I am jealous in a way."

Without breaking his eyes from the floor Rethyn said to Tristan "You're jealous, but I've been here the entire time. Everyone else has put the the time in while you haven't. I know more about you than you know about me...I know I didn't make it easy when we first met. I am sorry for that." Rubbing the side of his head he knew he might of not made much sense to the Seer, but that's what came from his mouth. He wished he could take the edge off his words as his eyes softened, but he couldn't. He didn't like to bring any sort of pain to his Seer.

Tristan cringed slightly, the guy was right, he hadn't made the time...nor the effort either. "You have no need to apologize, and really I have no excuses for not making the time." Well it wasn't entirely true, he had only one excuse, but at the moment even that seemed not good enough in a way. He could have made the time, somehow, if he really wanted to. He sighed, "I am making the time right now, so tell me."

Nodding, Rethyn held up an index finger to Tristan as he breifly flashed out of the room then back into the room. His new adopted expression looked hurt as he slid a square photo frame across the room to Tristan. "When Soran was kidnapped I went home and got this the hour before the rescue was to be done. It's an old family photo, I am sure you'll reconize Kazar, but I on the other hand..."

Rethyn paused as he watched Tristan quietly.

Tristan took the photo, he looked at the family in the picture and yes he did recogize the sister. Yet as he passed over the other's he had to look twice to figure out if the guy who he thought was his guardian was really his guardian, "Your blonde in this picture...and," what he was going to say was about the face. Yet Tristan had a hard time with finding the right words to voice that difference, so he left his 'and' hang in the air.

"I'm not who I was." Rethyn said through the darkness. "My life name isn't even Rethyn."

"Life name," Tristan repeated, he looked up through the darkness, "So...that means you died." Tristan really put that thought together going on context clues from others. He sort of wondered why he thought to put those clues and Rethyn together. Maybe it was like that from the beginning, Tristan could see something was different about this whole thing. Truthfully, he always had a hard time putting it all together. Yet, it was all a connection, or rather feeling connected to Rethyn that he was able to move on.

"Yeah, I died fifteen years ago. Your previous Guardian and my sister before her death tried to revive me. I recently found out it only partially worked. I never had a magic system in life nor even looked the way I do now." Rethyn looked at Tristan with steady eyes as he watched the boy try to put the bits and pieces together. It wouldn't take long, his Seer was quite bright.

Tristan looked at him and then turned away in deep thought, some things made sense even more now, yet there was other things still confusing him. "So...your powers they come from a god," it was the only explanation that made any sense. Even though he really couldn't comprenhend the whys just yet.

Rethyn nodded to his Seer. "That's right, I was mixed with a God's essence to help my revival," Rethyn stopped for a moment as he choked a little on admitting he was the horrid creation that he was. Breaking his gaze from Tristan he tried again to continue but stopped as he again felt sick. After what seemed to be a long moment of silence he said quietly. "I sometimes still wish I had my mask."

Tristan didn't ask the why to that comment, he already sort of knew. "May I ask a question," he stopped because he really didn't want to be insulting in this, "You said Kazar only tried...was it because of her death..that you came back." Of course he sort of thought he knew that answer...the way things happened between that morning and that night. His own reaction to Rethyn and thinking that he was a ghost or something probably was the best indication that they were connected.

"The way it was told to me was that even with her death it only brought me halfway there. The other half was because of-"

"Me." The voice pulsed through the room at a whisper. Rethyn's eyes went wide as his gaze darted from just off Tristan to the other wall of the training room to the left of the both of them.

Fixing his tie a little, the suited man leaned against the wall as his red eyes were upon Tristan. He face held the crocked smile of which would make skin crawl as he looked over the Seer. With a little whistle at Tristan he looked back to Rethyn as he said with a silther.

"So this is the guy you're always guardin'?"

The whisper that came into the room sent a shiver of fear through Tristan, he spun around with his fingers already near his pad. It was a knee-jerk sort of reaction, yet he hesisted with the others comment. Now with the appearence of this figure, this started to become clearer and Tristan wasn't going to bother with being polite, "So your the guy who makes it hard for him to sleep."

"Congrats...aren't you the perceptive one." Chimmed Death as he breifly looked over his nails.

Tristan narrowed his eyes, he wasn't really feeling up for anyone's crap at the moment...even Death's (which really was a guess who this guy was, of course a grim reaper costume would have been cooler). "No...not usually, and you interrupted us, so do you mind bothering someone else, maybe Elvis needs some company."

With a light chuckle Death spoke calmly and lightly as he replied with. "I'll remember to tell your pasted away relatives that one while I dig my fingers through their eye sockets and make them think about your demise when I am done up here." Regaining himself, Death politely coughed with a hand over his mouth before speaking to Tristan with high energy. "Now now, I am not here to interrupt, I am here to clarify for my little wraith here."

Rethyn had frozen up as his gaze to Death was that of fear. Tristan did not know what he was doing, Rethyn chuckled at Valyn even when he knew he wasn't going to stand a chance against the god. He would never in either his life or afterlife though make such comments to this God. In silence, Rethyn's eyes darted back and forth between the two. He wished he had his blade, but it was still out of the barrier where he had lost it during the last battle.

Tristan had gone slightly pale at the mention of his passed away relatives, none of which, save for maybe his grandmother, he really cared for, they were probably already thinking of his demise in the first place. Of course that probably had to do with the fact that he was only four at the time, and the fairness of them dying over him. "Clarify," he repeated and questioned and sort of commanded at the same time. What else was there to clarify, he glanced in the direction of his guardian, and noticed the fear in the others eyes.

And hell, that make him even angrier, yet he was trying so hard right now to control it.

"Hey! Careful now, you look as if your hair was about to catch fire. Oh! I know...low shot your hair is red. However, I won't make the joke your kind doesn't have a soul. Because it's true you do have one and like everyone else in this house I have plans for you...But I digress. My little wraith here was talking about what the extra soul in your body tried to do. To make it simple for you she sucked at it, and as amusing as it was to watch her fail at reviving the dead I chose to help. However, I got what I wanted too! She got her brother back, I got a child in a way. It's like a double win, except she's dead and trapped inside of you." Death shrugged his shoulders as he mockingly said "Ops."

Tristan took a deep breath, and moved his hand away from his pad, "You know...now I really don't want to die, especially if I got to listen to your bad jokes all day. You got plans, fine, we all got to go someday anyways. Right now though if all you are going to do is try to piss me off, you've got another thing coming. I don't care, well not about your part anyways, the other thing in this room I do care about is him."

Chuckling at Tristan, Death replied with mockingly. "I may tell bad jokes, but you my friend tell horrid lies. The fact my son believe you really care for him as a being is a joke. I've taken interest in the place, I've watched all of you. And I know that's a lie." Shaking his head and chuckling quietly he pointed at Tristan as he said. "You say you care about him, but I was the one to tell him you think of him as a pet. Think about it. You never talk to him unless you need something. A couple weeks back you hardly talked to him until your lover was in danger. That was when he became someone...just a tool for you to rescue someone you actually care about."

Tristan glared...yet he didn't say anything, he actually could not deny anything the other was saying. Well he didn't think Rethyn a pet, but arguing about that one point wasn't worth losing the whole argument over. He did care though, it was that he didn't show it so openly with the guardian. He felt extemely guilty about that though, he had it settled that he would try harder. Finally he looked away from the suited man standing there and down toward the floor.

Cackling, Death's eyes bore into Tristan as he let the words slid across the room to Tristan. "So, anymore questions? If you don't have any I'll just tell you how much I loved watching your boyfriend cry from his nightmares and how those gods carved up his face...Though it wasn't very professional. My guys could of done it better..."

Without warning, Tristan had his spell pad up, his fingers quickly finding something to hit this god with, "you know what...fuck you," Tristan pulled a glass ball, he knew actually what it did and threw it at the god standing there, if it actually hit him it would turn into liquid form and surround the god in water.

Wap!

As if it were Rethyn, Death laughed as he teleported away to avoid the glass ball. As the ball struck the wall where death once was it surrounded the area in trapping water with nobody inside. As the paralizying fear left Rethyn's eyes he rose to his feet and begun to leave the room in silence. With quick and short breaths he planned on heading straight for his room. Even with Kilia's protection spell he couldn't escape Death's grasp. That scared him more than anything, even with the visions gone he still had someone pulling the string and causing true nightmares.

Tristan should have known that he wasn't going to hit anything, "Rethyn," he said, "your just going to walk away." Damn...Tristan might of not really understood the whole thing, but he didn't think Rethyn was a coward.

Pausing at the doorway, Rethyn merely said the words "What." to Tristan. In his eyes there was nothing left to say. He had a feeling Tristan wanted more, but the Seer just didn't get it. Getting control of his breath he let out a small sigh.

Tristan really wanted to be a little selfish, perhaps a little mean, especially after all he got was a what. "I don't get it, I understand that much, I don't get this whole thing, but god I have a hard time watching you walk away from it."

Leaning a hand against the wall, Rethyn felt his stomach lurch as he held down a bit of vomit. It took him a long moment to speak as he tried to regain himself. "You want me to stand there and wait for him to come back? T-Tristian...If there's one thing about him you'd best figure out it's that he'll only come to you when he knows he can get away with it."

Tristan shook his head, and walked toward the guardian, "you misunderstand, I don't like the fact that now it feels like you are running. I know you feel like he has all the control." Tristan didn't know what else to add, if anything now he really felt as if everything he would say to the other was going to be perceived as as lie.

He really wanted to ask that question...does Rethyn believe Death and what he said about Tristan.

"So what if I am running." Rethyn said with a growl. "You catch a glimsp of what I delt with for fifteen years and you're telling me I am running away. You weren't there, you don't know a thing about it."

"No, I wasn't there, and no I don't know a thing about it...so when is it going to be enough for you." Tristan said. "Or is it better that he just comes along and pisses people off, and drives them to the edge." Tristan was losing his point though.

Snapping Rethyn turned around as he made fists at his sides. "I don't know!" He roared. "I've been driven to the edge so many times I am numb!" Breathing heavily he looked to Tristan with emotion shaking at the corner of his eyes.

Tristan let the other yell at him, now at least he understood that emotion. "Then come up with a way to fight off the fear, because the one thing none of us can afford to do right now is to be afraid. I mean come on, when he starts being serious in his plans are you going to run away then too. Are you going to let him hurt the people around you. Despite what he says, and whether you believe it or not, I do at least have your back, I am not going to let you do this alone...because when you did that the other night, you totally freaked me out, I thought I lost you, and not you as a guardian, but you as a person. I never at one point thought about us...the only thing I couldn't get out of my head was what happened to you."

Tristan stopped for a second, "I am sorry for the last months, I haven't been there, and I should have. I should have tried harder and made you feel more important to me. I messed up there ok, and if anything would like to start over with you. If we can't communicate, then being any sort of team is going to be rather hard."

Rethyn had heard this kind of speech before and at first seemed to shut down as he begun to shy away from Tristan. He had turned his back to him and moved further down the hall until with the last bit of Tristan's words he stopped. Bringing in a deep breath he let it out before looking away from the ground and turning back towards his Seer. "I understand Tristan, I really do. I just need time to work on this alright? Undoing fifteen years isn't something I can just throw away..." He caught himself as he was about to ramble and closed his mouth as he replayed everything through his mind one last time before he spoke the words.

"Thank you."

Tristan didn't say anymore, he just nodded at Rethyn. He didn't think there was anything else to say at that moment. "You don't have to thank me."

Walking down the hallway over his shoulder, Rethyn replied. "I do."

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Near the end of the Second Week

Soran was excited. Just one more day. One more day and he could see Tristan again... well... normally anyway. He had the entire two weeks to plan how he was going to spend that day. With so many ideas roaming around in his head, little fantasies of what he was going to do with the red haired boy when the following day came... He was in a daze as he sat there in the front yard, staring off into the trees. He didn't hear a word Deriea said as she was talking to them. No, he was hearing... other things in his own mind. His cheeks were a faint dusting of red as he sat there, cross legged and in his own little world.

That was until Deriea bent down in front of him and flicked his forehead rather hard. Soran fell backwards, his hands shooting up to his burning head as he winced and hollered out an 'ow' very loudly, "Deriea!!" he moaned in pain.

"Get your head out of the clouds, little mortal. This is important!" the Goddess snapped, clearly very angry with him.

He rubbed his head as he slowly sat up, pouting at her, "Sorry..." he mumbled.

Rolling her eyes she huffed as she straightened and crossed her arms, "If I didn't know any better I would think you'd been deprived of something. What is this to you? A freaking ferry ride? Pay attention and stop drooling. Humans are so weird. If you're going to day dream about your lover this entire time, then why don't you two go get a room and satisfy that urge of yours."

Soran's face turned a brilliant red as he sat there, his green gaze opening very wide and his mouth almost literally hitting the ground in his shock. Deriea certainly had no problems with announcing anything to the entire world. His heart seemed to stop and he found that it was quite hard to breathe. Shaking his head furiously he said, "No! No! I'm okay! I'll pay attention, I'm sorry!" the little blonde Seer didn't even want to look over at Tristan.

Both Rethyn and Sina turned to Soran but didn't speak as they weren't suppose to interupt Deriea. However, as Rethyn turned back to face the goddess and listen to her words Sina did not. Giving Soran a little pat on the shoulder she felt the stress coming from Soran as she caught him several times staring at Tristan. In her mind it was adorable that the two of them were missing eachother so much. With a little smile playing her lips she couldn't wait until they were together again to drop her plan upon them. She knew they'd be the perfect two to go along with it.

Kilia clasped her hands over her mouth as she tried her best not to laugh. She did feel sorry for the pair though. Being separated for so long... It must have been really hard. Honestly, she couldn't really imagine. As she watched Soran rub at his head, the pouting look on his face, she could only think one thing. He was adorable. No wonder Tristan was in love with him. She giggled and with that earned a rather chilling look from Deriea. Quickly covering her laughter, she looked away and settled herself with a quick glance up to the Goddess.

"I swear," Deriea said softly. She was obviously a slight bit irritated, "Pay attention. Eveylyn and Oni have moved, or rather... they're on the move and it's not going to be pretty. For these past two weeks I have put you all through rigorous training. I've done all that I can to get you into a somewhat decent fighting group. The rest is up to you all. You're to learn how to work with each other as you go along, but now that your skills have improved, some more than others," she said with a grin, "I think you can handle taking on the responsibilities that comes with being a Seer and Guardian."

Kneeling down, Deriea looked between all of them, "What your parents did before you is what you're going to start doing tomorrow night. Intervene in the war between the Gods. You're going to start putting them down. And since I've already explained that you cannot kill a God no matter how hard you may try, I will be with you. Cryio cannot kill another God because he's the God of.. well.. Life. You can't kill if you create life, it taints your hands, so you only have me. But that'll make him more useful to you, Kilia," Deriea's gaze settled on the pink haired Seer, "His protection spells are second to none. We can't risk having you possessed, but if it does happen, he can most definitely fix that for you... not that it'll be pleasant, mind you. But in any case, for the most part, no God is going to nab you with Cryio around."

Looking away from her, she set her gaze on Tristan and Soran, "You two, on the other hand, better keep your own protection spells up at all times when you're out there. And both of your Guardian's better be on the ball. If your Seer is possessed, don't waste time. Remove it as quickly as you can. You know how to do it by now, so don't dilly dally. You're going to be in the middle of an all out war, the last thing you need is a God taking over one of you and making it three times as hard. Understood?"

"Understood." Rethyn repeated the second part of what Deriea said. As he said it he took a moment to quickly glance over to Tristan before looking back to the goddess. The training had made him grow in terms of his abilities, his stamina had reached levels he didn't know as his teleportation range grew and so did too his strength in it. He could cloak further and move around faster than he ever could before. As the one guardian who's abilities provided mobility and utility over raw power, he knew that he had grown stronger. He may of lost his blade out in the woods during the last battle, but he had begun practicing with his knife once more. He knew he would have to go looking for the sword when he was allowed to, but for now he was more than content practicing the art he learned in his previous life.

Tristan was blushing as well, but he keep his gaze on the goddess. She had to be so loud with that statement didn't she. At least for the last couple of weeks he had been playing catch up, not only with her but his dad had keep him busy as well. He would often have to crawl to his own bed, which in a way kept him exhausted enough for him to actually get some form of sleep. He had to wonder a couple of things though with her announcement. Did that mean they were going to leave their house in the mountain and move back to the city.

Sitting on the other side of the group next to his guardian, Tristan's answer to having a separation with Soran was distance, not so much as to make the other feel like he was avoiding him. He would still talk to the other, but closeness was to much of a temptation to break the rules.

Deriea looked at all of them with a stern glint in her eyes. It was odd to see her so serious, aside from training of course, but even then she usually had her smirk going and teasing was always a given especially when she was throwing out insults to get them to work harder. For a moment, she looked... worried? Sad? Afraid? It was hard to tell because she covered it up rather quickly. Her gaze settled on Tristan, "Open your magic system. Can you bring out a map of the entire area please, I will show you what you're going to be doing starting tomorrow night. This house is your base of operations, so don't worry you're not moving into the chaos, you're just going out into for brief periods of time to get an upper hand in this war."

Tristan nodded and did as she asked, pulling up the map of the area they were in, there weren't to many populated places around. The town that was the closest was now empty, which was sad in a way. So he waited to see where she wanted to look first.

Deriea tapped her finger against her lip as she surveyed the area. Most the area was either in ruins or were abandoned due to the fighting getting too close. Her finger pointed to an area that was actually fairly close to where the main university was, "Here, zoom in here," she said to him.

Tristan did as she asked, zooming into the area that she pointed at.

"You may recognize it. The financial district that runs just parallel to the university you mortals are so found of filling up with souls every day. Why you would even go and sit in those chairs to listen to one single person day after day for hours on end is beyond me," she sighed and shook her head, "Anyway. Stray gods are roaming around this area and it's your job to get rid of them. Now, since we're not doing this like it used to be done years ago, it'll be a bit different," her gaze settled on Tristan again, "That nice little box contraption we've been working on the past few weeks... that's going to come in handy here. Remember, you can't trap a god in it unless it's been weakened enough to the point that it can't escape. So make sure you beat the hell out of the damned god or goddess before you go trying to encase it. Last thing I need is for you all to be attacked suddenly because the God recovered fast enough to do so," she rolled her eyes a bit.

"The box, if I recall, can hold up to three gods all at once inside of it. So, you're job is to go find yourselves three minor... let me repeat, minor gods. I swear if one of you goes after a major God I will kill you myself. Wound it so that it can't move, trap it, and bring it back to me so I can kill them permanently. It's the only way we're going to make a difference with this war. Otherwise, they'll just keep coming back in a few years and we're back at square one," she turned to Soran, "You are their eyes. Find a good spot to get in position with that nice sniper rifle of yours and direct them with the communication system you developed."

Deriea looked to Sina, "Patrol whatever building he's going to be on top of, keep anything that isn't yourself or your teammates away from him. Simple enough right?" To Rethyn, "Stay with Tristan, you two are going to be on the ground with Kilia who is going to protect you," She grinned a bit, "You guys are going to do the heavy lifting this time. Of course, with the bit of help you'll get from blondie over there. For the most part, you're the stars of this next round. Questions?"

Tristan glanced at Rethyn for a second, and hoped that they were ready for the task she was about to send them on. "So how do suggest we draw out these gods...or are they just going to come up and introduce themselves."

Deriea grinned at him, "They are scavenging. They're probably lower ranks to either Eveylyn or Oni and were left behind for the scraps. Don't worry about drawing them out, little mortal. The three of you Seer's are throwing around enough power as it is right now to attract a half a dozen Gods to you if I threw you out in the middle of a desert. And before you ask, the barrier and Cryio's protection spells are what's keeping this place relatively safe. I say relatively because if Oni really really wanted to, he'd come find you and it wouldn't be hard for him to do. So be thankful the ass is busy elsewhere."

Yeah that was what he thought she was going to say...damn. So what was to say that a half-dozen gods weren't going to be around the area. He shook his head slightly, he was thinking to much, if they carefully planned things out maybe that wouldn't happen. He had in mind that they had to be in and out as fast as they could.

The word scavenging didn't really sit well with him either, it reminded him of every zombie movie he had ever seen. He was scared, he had to admit that much to himself. He glanced in Soran's direction now, it was just to calm him a little.

"Alright, if there are no questions other than that, you guys are free to go. Tomorrow night. Meet here. We'll go over final preparations. Save your energy," she gave a meaningful look to Soran whose face grew bright red as he quickly looked away and didn't say anything. Only then did Deriea's harsh demeanor drop and she laughed. Soran frowned. Was it ever going to be the next day? He shot a quick, sultry glance over to Tristan... he couldn't wait.




Following Day : Day of the Raid

Freedom... at last! Soran thought as he glanced himself over in the mirror again. His heart was beating rapidly and he was up early, unusual for the little blonde. Running his fingers through his hair yet again, he fanned out the bangs that were slightly spikey. He'd pulled back some of the blonde strands with a clip, the hair fanning out. In his ears were his earrings again, visible once more since his long strands of yellow covered them up usually. He grinned a bit as covering his hands were the gloves that he'd worn many nights ago that had seemed to really win Tristan over. Loose fitted jeans and a nice black shirt, this one with buttons. Of course he'd been fussing over it for the past half hour. Some opened... or buttoned up? He couldn't decide. Finally he came to a comprimise and undid only a few of them, just enough to see his pale skin underneath, but not enough to give away anything.

Rocking back and forth on his heels, he eyed his appearance one last time -he swore it was the last time... jeez, almost worse than a girl-. He had a present for Tristan too. Picking up the flower that he'd created on his magic system he twirled it around in his fingers. As it went, the red petals opened up and glowed a bit, exuding a nice scent as well. If all went well, it would really get the red head going. After all, he'd been working on that particular present for quite a while. He quickly stopped twisting it in his fingers... breathing in the floral scent was starting to make him a little bit crazy. Biting his lower lip he opened the door of his room and just about ran down the hall.

It was still rather early, the sun was up, but usually people weren't moving around until about eight or nine am, it was six on the dot. Damn my excitement... he cursed and wondered if Tristan would even be awake as he hovered outside the door that the red head had been confined too. He put the flower under his nose and closed his eyes. Taking a breath, he reached up and knocked as he tucked the flower behind his back. He was already grinning as he waited.

Being at it was 6 in the morning, and with nerves and worries sort of knawing at him, Tristan had a very sleepless night. He had been up since a few hours before, and in a fruitless effort to keep his mind off thing, went to let some steam off in the training room. He got back upstairs and showered, thinking he might as well give up on the idea of sleep. He walked silently back down to the room he had been in and saw the blonde standing there. His got this grin on his face, cause he couldn't help but think how cute the boy was.

Not to mention that he must have been really eager as well...

Tristan walked up behind the other, "I don't think he heard you, try knocking louder."

Soran let out a gasp and whirled around. He backed away as well without thinking and hit the door. Trapped... was his first thought and his face ignited into a brilliant red color, the heat of it hurting his cheeks as he stared up at the red haired Seer. When his heart settled, he gave a laugh and then grinned at the boy. His eyes had their usual wicked light in them as he let them dance across Tristan's frame. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth and gave an approving little hum that he made sure Tristan could hear. His eyes traveled all the way down, and then all the way back up, very slowly.

"I have something for you," Soran said, the words probably having more than one meaning.

Tristan couldn't help but to grin slightly bigger as he noticed the others gaze. Yet he quirked an eyebrow as the other said he had something for him. He took a minute though before asking what it was to take in the others appearence. He had to admit, the other looked really hot, he even had those gloves on that Tristan thought were super sexy.

"What is it," he finally asked.

Soran noted the gaze and his face heated against his will. Keeping his grin, though, he pulled the flower from behind his back and twisted it around gently in front of Tristan's face, not too close but not too far either. The petals spread, a faint golden glow flooding the metallic looking treasure as the floral scent wafted lazily through the air between them, "For you. I think I made it better this time. It'll last longer, and you know... whenever you're... in the mood you can always just let me know," he teased, tilting his head back a bit, "Though I seem to recall you saying you were... always in the mood. Does that go for now too, baby? Because right now, you're really flipping sexy. And you smell amazing, and I really wish you'd just come over here and kiss me already."

Tristan couldn't help but to blush, and it wasn't even because of the flower. "I...," he cleared his throat. "Its beautiful," Tristan said, liking the scent the flower was giving off. He had to chuckle though at the blond seers next words. "You know...I don't seem to be the only one in the mood at the moment," he said as he stepped closer to the boy. The other had trapped himself between the door and Tristan, yet Tristan knew if he started kissing the other now, he wouldn't be able to stop. "I'll kiss you, just go inside first,"

Soran shifted his body around, his gaze dropping before he tilted his head down and gave a wicked little grin as he looked up at Tristan through his lashes, "And if I just stand here?" he challenged.

"There are still other people in this house Soran," Tristan said softly, "and if I kiss you right now, out here in this hallway, I am not going to stop with just the kissing...so unless that is your kind of thing, I suggest going inside." Tristan didn't step any closer, or he would be in the zone of no return. He licked his lips as they had gone dry.

Soran lost all train of thought, Damn... was his only thought as his lips parted to allow a soft gasp through, his grin fading instantly. He hated when Tristan did that, but at the same time it made his heart beat fly erratcally and he sort of loved that feeling. Reaching back, his fingers groped around for the handle of the door before he found it because as it stood, he couldn't quite get his gaze to leave his boyfriends violet eyes that had that intense look to them once again. The one that drove his blood to heating rapidly and his face to grow a deep red. The door popped and creaked open. Soran took a step backwards into the room.


As the door opened and Soran took a step backwards, Tristan followed him, and would do so until they were both inside before closing the door and locking it. Tristan didn't waste another second with thinking, he closed the gap between them and pulled the other toward him in a kiss. He hoped it conveyed the longing, lust and love he had for the other.

The door closed gently, but it was the lock that made Soran's heart jump to the back of his throat as it was thrown, preventing anyone from coming in, and with Tristan's large frame between him and the door... He was officially trapped. But he liked that idea. In seconds, he was wrapped up in a tight embrace that he eagerly returned. Having not been able to touch the taller boy for two weeks straight had killed him... well figuratively anyway. His mouth was captured just as he hoped and he returned the kiss with his own intensity. It took mere seconds before he was finding it hard to breath properly. He pulled away, still pecking away at Tristan's lips though, "So... hot... damn it..." he panted, "I've really missed this," he said meaning the kisses. It was, after all, his favorite thing to do, "You're an amazing kisser, have I told you that yet?" he said, his gaze locked on the boys lips as he waited to be kissed again.

Tristan chuckled again, "You know I am only half of the kiss, you are pretty amazing yourself in that area." He again went in for a kiss, as if to prove his point. This time he pulled back, "I've just missed you, holding you, touching you." Tristan kissed the other again, and began to walk him backwards toward the bed.

He moved with Tristan, slowly working their way to the bed, locked in a heated kiss. He had his arms wrapped around Tristan's shoulders, but he was straining to hold him there. He was too tall, "Too tall," he uttered as he pulled back just enough. Locking his arms, he gave a little jump and pulled himself up using Tristan's shoulders and promptly wrapped his legs around the boys hips. with a grin, he settled there and hooked his legs so that he wasn't going anywhere, "Hmm... much better," he said as he leaned over and began biting the boys ear and neck and the soft spot between the shoulder and throat.

Tristan only mumbled incoherently as the boy wrapped himself around him with his legs, it made those last few steps rather interesting. Finally as they reached the bed, he stopped, he couldn't think straight enough to want to do anything but enjoy the other's bites on his ear and neck.

Finally when he realized that he was going to have to move, he turned and sat on the bed himself, with Soran still wrapped around him.

"Mm," Soran hummed a bit as he pulled away, leaning back just enough, "This is new. How about like this? Because then... I could," he leaned forward and began whispering into Tristan's ear all the thoughts he'd been putting together for the past few weeks. As he did that, his fingers traced circles around the boys shoulder, the other hand tangling up in his red hair. When he finished with the first portion of his thoughts, he leaned in, nibbled the ear and pecked a kiss on his cheek, "How bout that?"

Tristan chuckled, "I am willing...if you are able." He grinned at the other with a blush on his face. So the boy really had been thinking for the last two weeks.

"Oh... baby," he uttered, breathing the words in Tristan's ear now, "I'm able. Question is, are you ready? Think you can keep up?" he teased as he shifted around so that he was on his knees on the bed, lifted up a bit higher than Tristan, he had a different look now, the grin was gone, replaced by a sultry one, his green gaze languid as he looked down at the red haired Seer.

"Just watch me," he said as pulled the other down toward him for a kiss.




Rethyn had skipped out on the patrol of that night as he chose to rest instead. Rising much earlier than usual, Rethyn had stepped outside to watch the sun rise while practicing stretches. After an hour or so he went inside as he prepared himself a light meal of a single egg and two slices of bread. However with a little guilt eating at him he made a few extra hard-boiled eggs and placed them into the fridge for the others if the would want them when they rose or when they would return.

It wasn't long before Sina strolled into the kitchen and grasped at one of the eggs from the fridge. Giving Rethyn a small bit of thanks she had on a pair of headphones of which the volume was too high as Rethyn heard every beat. Making no comment to her, Rethyn had begun to clean up the pot he used as he thought the day out. He knew he had Tristan covered as well as protection from his Seer. After their "talk" Rethyn had begun to try to look upon his Seer more as a friend than someone he had to protect. At first he found it hard for himself as Tristan hadn't exactly gotten the best treatment from him at the start, but over time he'd tried talking to his Seer more around dinner. It was sad to consider, but the punishment of Soran and Tristan's actions had made it easier.

Frowning Rethyn knew he would have to make up for what he did to Soran too. As he stared blankly into the sink the high pitch voice of Sina caught him off-guard.

"Eh Blue-eyes, why're you staring off into the sink?"

"Please no..." Rethyn thought to himself before speaking with a sigh. "Because I'm thinking Sina."

"Well no shit you are, what about?" Sina retorted with a light chuckle. "Wanna tell me? I bet'ca I could help you out."

"Would I be insulting you if I said you couldn't?" Rethyn said back as he glanced over to the girl.

"We'll never know unless you say it Rethyn." Sina challenged.

"I need to give back to the others...I haven't exactly been the best person." Rethyn said before pausing. "So unless you have an idea that'll actually work..."

"Actually you and I have something in common Blue-eyes." Sina said as a little grin grew upon her face. "Mmmn...Come and see me when the day is done I'll fill you in on the plan."

Rethyn raised an eyebrow as he was about to ask her why she wouldn't just tell him now. But as she skipped away he sighed as clearly she wanted in the talking mood for it. Finishing up with the pot Rethyn quickly placed it away before heading to the living room. Once he reached there he took a seat in his favorite seat as he awaited for the others. By the door he had already placed his scavenged armor vest and his boots.

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"Well the plan is....Pfffpht haha! Screw the plan!"

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"I've walked blindly in the fog of war. Searching and seeking I will find her."

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"I don't believe that fighting is the answer. There's another way, there always is."

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"Ok, let's dance!"

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"Even if you are kind of an ass... I think I like you"

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Soran Feliy Reigailia

"If I can imagine it, it can be built, trust me."

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"Well the plan is....Pfffpht haha! Screw the plan!"

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"Well the plan is....Pfffpht haha! Screw the plan!"

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Re: Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot

So Chia and Fire, go ahead and post your collabs today :) Once you guys get those posted I'll work on mine. It's time to introduce our main enemy >:D muahahaha XD

Anyhow, can't wait :D Thanks so much guys!!

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This is getting suspenseful. I half wonder What I'm gonna have to do For Jonathan's part to top what's going on with Peter!

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Alrighty, I added in a bit for the collab. I'm really enjoying these characters a lot in this story. Especially the new character dynamics of which will spawn after the battle!

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^.^ glad you guys like it!! Wonderful stuff from everyone thank you all so much ;)

I love the idea of a collab girl :D I'm currently adding my part to what you have right now. Feel free to jump in on it Chia and Fire ^.^ Wahoo!! Hope you guys like the action hehehe >:D

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By the way! Good posts all :)

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I wonder if I sent my pm to late...guys lets collabrate on this one, so we aren't all running around willy-nilly

or if you don't want to...

it was just an idea

http://write.roleplaygateway.com/p/Sono%20Kanshi-Sha

Soran can play the god

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This is gonna be chaotic... Time for a little swordplay...;)

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Fudge...something tells me this isn't going to be pretty.

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Alrighty!! I be posting!! Sorry for the long wait guys >.< Got like a million things going on. Anyhow!! Gonna get something up for you all right now ;)

I think a little action may be in order here soon too muahahah XD

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Finally figured out how Robin should best react to Kilia's question! Okay maybe not the best excuse for my unusually late reaction, but I had to brainstorm for a little bit. Anyway, enjoy folks!

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Hey guys!! Sorry about that, had a last minute trip up to Reno for my hubby's police testing :) Back now though! Got your character Chia :D

Totally looking forward to this! Lets get things back on the road again shall we? I apologize again for the delay!

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With the fontmeme, what works best for me is downloading or to the desktop. And then uploading it to like photobucket or something

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Character created! I may need some help with fontmeme edits, but besides that my character is good to go!

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Mr Chia your still around

YAY

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I'm sorry I'm taking so long to create that character. Finals suck so much.

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Lmao XD Yup, that's for sure ;) I'll have a reply for you tomorrow when I get up :D

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Haha...I think I foresee a very awkward moment coming up...