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Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot

Dameria

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a part of Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot, by Siryn.

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Tristan Belvedere [95] unable to withstand what is real
Soran Feliy Reigailia [75] "If I can imagine it, it can be built, trust me."
Kilia Yve Linovahle [69] "I don't believe that fighting is the answer. There's another way, there always is."
Rethyn Jadgarus [60] "I've walked blindly in the fog of war. Searching and seeking I will find her."
Sina Virye [12] "Well the plan is....Pfffpht haha! Screw the plan!"
Kazar Azure Jadgarus [4] "Even if you are kind of an ass... I think I like you"

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-----Peter----


Peter was in utter shock about the explanation given to him. He actually almost thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets when he saw the demonstration Grayson pulled with his abilities. The teapot suddenly started to have steam coming out of its spout. "That is a neat mind bending trick." He stated as he grabbed the herbal tea bag and set it by the teapot. "Alright, so you're saying I need to improvise on my opponents when they come? That sounds easy enough, though control might be easier said then done I'm unsure."



-----Jonathan----


"If he's a Myth then I'm a figment of your imagination." Jonathan replied to Kilia when she talked about the grey knight. "Though granted some bits of his story have gotten lost in the mix or exaggerated. He smiled after stating that and then he let everything he told her on their next move on the whole thing.

She seemed shocked and a bit nervous about being trained on how to fight. "Well I certainly would like to. But I think it should be baby steps when it comes down to it. But ultimately, I want to trust you to watch my back. When of course you're not possessed." He could tell she was trying to not show her nervousness about training with him.

"Well, first things first is kind of a main question. It's the living arrangements. I suppose in the simplistic terms to ultimately phrase my question incredibly carefully. Where do I sleep?" He asked in a polite calm voice.

"You could always sleep in her room." The grey knight's voice said in his head. This "Spirit" was making too many freaking visits today. And it was starting to annoy Jonathan to a point. Jonathan went to the couch to sit down and to try and relax for a few moments until Kilia gave him an answer on the particular subject.

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Tristan half smiled as the boy introduced himself, Soran...thats a nice name. He also concluded that Soran was kinda cute when he blushed...but that wasn't the point of the conversation. He listened while the other described the experience of earlier today and in truth he wondered the same thing, "God I hope not," yet he couldn't help but feeling like it could have been worse too. "So that other guy, he is your guardian," he had noticed Peter even though it didn't seem like he had noticed anything when coming into his father's study. If he was perfectly honest, he would probably admit that he half wanted to find out about who this blond kid was, but he didn't want to do so in front of Grayson.

He was sort of discouraged when he found out that he was a Reigailia, they didn't really socialize in the same circles. Tristan was probably someone most parents told their kids to stay away from. Tristan did like to bat out of his league though...

He continued to listen to Soran, "Wait your brother, they wanted him instead of you, I don't know you seem perfectly capable of handling yourself, unless you are a figment of my imagination and didn't survive your first possession." Tristan didn't think he had that good of an imagination.

"My family is...kinda crazy too." Tristan sighed, "I kinda wished I was elsewhere most of the time. Its not that I don't care for them, its well...complicated."




Grayson pondered Peter for a second, and shook his head, "Improvisation and control, both are necessary, what is complicated is doing them at the same time. But this is a lesson for another time."

"Did you have any more questions." Grayson asked as he moved away from the table.

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"Well I certainly would like to. But I think it should be baby steps when it comes down to it. But ultimately, I want to trust you to watch my back. When of course you're not possessed."

Kilia stumbled a bit. He was serious about this. He really wanted to train her to fight. The young Seer was no fighter at all. She didn't even like the idea at all. If anything she could maybe protect him from harm, but as far as fighting went, she was so not good at it and not even all that driven to do so.

"I... I... Robin. I... just don't know..." Kilia tried to voice her position but she also realized that he was going to be depending on her. If it was anything, she didn't like disappointing someone who depended on her. Finally, she released a sigh and reached up to run her fingers through her hair.

"Alright, I'll do my best Robin. It's just that, I'm really not a fighter and I don't like the idea at all."

"Well, first things first is kind of a main question. It's the living arrangements. I suppose in the simplistic terms to ultimately phrase my question incredibly carefully. Where do I sleep?" Robin switched topics then and she was somewhat relieved except then she had to figure out their sleeping arrangements. She supposed it was the practical thing to do because he was now her Guardian and should she ever need him, he'd have to be close by.

"Uh... um... well," she glanced around then it hit her, "I do have extra rooms upstairs. Come, I'll show you. It is getting rather late isn't it and I'm sure that you're tired by now," she began rambling like she always did and started towards the stair case that was down the hall where her mother had disappeared off to earlier. Taking the steps one at a time, she led him up to the second level of the house and down the dimly lit hall.

Stopping at a door, she opened it up to their spare bedroom. It had once belonged to her brother, "Here. You can stay in here. It's right next to my room," she motioned to the room in question which was to their left, "This used to be my brothers room. Anyhow. You can stay here. I hope it's alright."


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"God I hope not," Tristan said to the remark that Soran had made about the possession being awful. The blonde Seer nodded in agreement.

"So that other guy, he is your guardian."

"Yeah. He is," Soran sighed a bit, though he was grateful for the other boy, he was a bit saddened by it too. The kid was now stuck with him for the rest of his life, protecting Soran whether he wanted to or not, "It sucks that he has to do this though."

"Wait your brother, they wanted him instead of you, I don't know you seem perfectly capable of handling yourself, unless you are a figment of my imagination and didn't survive your first possession."

To this, Soran yet again blushed, his gaze widening as he looked up at Tristan. He was unsure of how to answer this and instead just sat there staring at the other boy in shock. Was that a compliment? he thought to himself. He was unsure of how to go about this now. First of all, the boy was rather good looking and second he sort of was Soran's type. He bit his lip to keep from thinking too much into it. He hardly knew the other Seer!

"My family is...kinda crazy too," Tristan laughed too as he agreed with Soran.

The blonde Seer was finally knocked out of his trance at the sound, though the sound alone almost put him back into it. He smiled too, his face burning slightly as he fought back the blush. Reaching up he ran his hand through his hair, "Yeah. I know what you mean. A-anyway, umm..." here we go again, damn it Soran cleared his throat.

Feeling that he'd probably overstayed his visit he stood up only to fall back down into the chair with a hiss of pain, his fingers reaching down to clutch the burning wound, "Ow... ow," he muttered to himself, wincing with a frown. He glowered at his leg, cursing it inwardly, "Sorry... I don't mean to be such a burden. Anyway, I should probably get going to have it looked at. It was really nice to meet you. I," he stumbled as he lifted his gaze to Tristan, "I hope we can meet again soon," he offered a smile.

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-----Peter----


Peter Poured himself a cup of herbal tea and started to drink it whilst he was thinking. "Hmm." He said to himself. "Well, I know I fought a god with a title and status. What happens if a lesser known deity decides to pick a fight? Or do they just usually run like the sissies you claim them to be?"

His question was slightly legitimate in its nature. But he wasn't sure if it was exactly appropriate in its execution. "No offense to any that are sissies, I just feel like when I fight something it's a bit more fun having to be attacked."

-----Jonathan----


Jonathan could tell Kilia was nervous about fighting lessons. He'll probably not only need baby steps on that subject, he is going to need to put training wheels on her after she's learned the basics!! What more can he do?

"Eh, least it's a start of a very beautiful friendship!" The Grey Knight stated as Jonathan sighs as he then hears Kilia mention several guest rooms. He sighs in relief of the slight distraction. He followed her up the stairs as he looked at more different stuff in the house, and then he finally approached the room she designated as his.

"Your Brother's? Wow did he like, move out or something?" He asked in an incredibly honest voice. He never saw a room so ordinary as this, it's as if the brother picked all of the valuables in here before he moved out or something along those lines.

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It was Tristan's turn to feel awkward for a second, "You're hurt," he was stating the obvious, "why didn't you mention it." Or better yet why didn't I notice it. "Please just sit there, I will get something to help." Tristan left his bedroom and went down the hallway in the opposite direction.

He returned a minute later with his father's first aid kit. Well it was actually bigger then a regular first aid kit, "Um..." Tristan started pretty sure that now he was blushing. "Can you roll up your pant leg...or um something." He was unable to really figure out what he was trying to ask the other to do and he could hardly ask him to take off his pants. Even though he would have let him borrow something to put on, and change in the bathroom.

Maybe he should get Grayson in here...but it wasn't like he didn't know what he was doing.




Grayson again pondered the young man sitting there. "I never claimed any god to be as you put it a sissy..." He spat out the word like it was a vulgar thing for him to say. "Lesser gods are just as dangerous as well known ones. Especially because they usually have more to prove. They like to feed on fears, weaknesses, and even talents. And they especially like it when someone doesn't take them seriously enough."

Grayson not being one to usually hold back his thoughts, held back the one he was thinking at the moment. Either someone was going to have to train this boy, or he was going to get himself and his seer killed. As it was uncomfortable for the seer at home, he had to wonder what would really happen to this pair. He knew his concern should be for his own people, but a rogue seer meant trouble for everyone. Soran didn't seem the type to go rogue, but if circumstances at home weren't good. "Excuse me for a second, enjoy the tea, I need to contact someone."

He left the study only to meet by the very person he wanted to contact. "Master Belvedare, finally your home."

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"You're hurt. Why didn't you mention it? Please just sit there, I will get something to help."

Soran bit his lip as he did as he was told, glaring at his leg. Forgot about that... he cursed himself as he sat there, one hand gripping the leg just above the burn wounds. The door opened again and Tristan walked back in with a box in hand. The young blonde Seer was sure that it was a first aid kit of sorts. He eyed it for a moment before looking back to the dark haired boy who knelt down next to him.

"Um... Can you roll up your pant leg...or um something." Tristan's face was starting to color and once Soran noticed, so did his.

Glancing down at his leg he tilted his head off to the side. To roll the pant leg up all the way to his thigh was near impossible. The next thought was even worse. Taking them off. Soran paused for a moment. The silence hung between them, growing more awkward by the second. Finally, the blonde Seer cleared his throat.

"U-um... I... I could tear it, I suppose. Or you could wrap it on the outside of the pant leg... Well I guess that would defeat the purpose hu? I don't think taking them off would be a good idea," his voice squeaked a bit at the last few words and he turned away quickly, fussing with his hair as he cleared his throat.

"I-I mean, not that it would be be a bad idea or anything, but well... Um. H-here," he finally muttered and reached over to the torn pant leg and tugged at it. It took a moment, but finally the fabric ripped under his grip and he pulled it apart gently so that Tristan could get to the wound properly. Damn it all to hell... what's wrong with me? This is ridiculous, I'm acting like a freaking girl. he chided himself and swallowed dryly.

"There," he said after clearing his throat for the second time, "Is that alright?" he gestured to the larger hole he'd made in the jeans.


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"Your Brother's? Wow did he like, move out or something?"

Kilia reached up and ran a few fingers through her hair as she frowned slightly, "Sort of, I guess."

She recalled the time when her brother had hit his twentieth cycle and the family had found out that he was not a Seer. Kilia had been very young at the time and so she didn't remember much about him. All she could remember was a soft voice, a warm smile and hands that used to pat her head often. Then it was gone, almost in an instant.

"I didn't know him very well, so to me you could say this is a guest room. But, feel free to use anything that's in there, though there's not much."

Her eyes grew wide for a moment, "Hey, what about your family Robin? What are they going to think when they notice you haven't come home yet?" she eyed him with worry in her gaze, hoping that he would be alright in either respect.


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The eyes with pupils glanced around quickly. People were staring at him. Shaking his head, Rethyn turned left at the corner of the street as he looked for a way to get off the street. It had only been a few days since the car crash. At least it only felt like a few days since the crash, but now everything was different.

Spotting a nearby alley way Rethyn quickly ducked into it. Moving along at a rather quick pace away from the entrance he was rather glad to be out of public. Nobody really liked his face. Well, his face was a mask to them, but it was all the same as both displayed appearances right? Exhaling he tried not to think about it as it only made him more frustrated with everything.

Stopping in the dead center of the alleyway something felt right. A certain aura to this area felt right, it called him to come forth but it moved.

"Kazar?" He thought to himself wishfully.

Within the shadows he felt the the aura. It was semi close to him being a quarter of a mile away from where he stood in the alleyway. Nodding to himself he knew it would be worth the jump. However, at the same time he knew he would tire himself a little in doing so. But that was worth the risk of not having to follow the aura anymore.

Exhaling Rethyn placed his hand gently on his gas mask for a moment. It was no rubber one rather a strapped on one of which had straps on the sides. Looking downwards he took in one last inhale before starting the teleportation to the east of his current location. With a quick wap! like sound Rethyn vanished from the alleyway.

Reappearing on top of what seemed to be a home, Rethyn looked down to feel the aura just below him. This is the closest he had gotten to the aura since he had awoken. Deep within he felt an excitement of which he felt he had not had in such a long time. Slowly stepping across the roof, Rethyn looked for a way to get off it and into the home.

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-----Peter----


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

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

-----Jonathan----


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

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

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

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

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

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Sitting down and turning to face towards the roof, Rethyn held on the the edge of the room as he prepared to drop down to the highest level window of the house. Scooting to the right he eventually found that window and dropped a little as he caught on to the extended frame around the home's window. Looking inside he only saw a hallway, but no one in it. For a moment he debated to himself if this would be the proper entry point. As he debated he started to feel himself lose a little bit of his grip.

Shaking his head a little he finished up his thoughts as with a flash he did a very short teleport hop inside. The sound of the teleportation itself gently echo'd through the hallway like the sound of a gust of wind. Inhaling a rather large breath, Rethyn begun to slowly step down the hallway.

She had to be somewhere in this house.

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

(Peter)

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

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

(Soran)

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

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

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

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

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

(Rethyn)

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

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

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

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

"Where's Kazar?"


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

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

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Grayson narrowed his eyes and decided to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt, strangely though his features would seem familiar.

"Kazar," Grayson repeated, "I do not believe I know who that is, however if you would like to join me in the study with my master, I am pretty sure we can figure this out."

Grayson own interaction in the events of that morning had been more focused on protecting his own. He had a strange feeling that this person in front of him had some connection to it. Something was off about the boy, Grayson didn't see the gasmask, and who was he to judge on normal. But Rethyn's aura seemed disconnected, and chaotic, and for what it was worth didn't have a center. He wondered if he could help, maybe if he could center the aura, Rethyn's would be able to focus and remember. This was a dangerous curiosity though. One he would have to ask permission to do, from both the one in front of him and his master.

He stood there trying to remember, following Tristan, seeing the creature, holding back. There had been a girl...and she did look like the boy standing in front of him. Grayson remember the eyes. Yet what had happened to her, he was beginning to wonder if he had missed something. He had a feeling Tristan had come in with more then anger before. He didn't want to say anything, mostly because he had a feeling the other wasn't going to like the answer.

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

"This might sting."

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

"So tell me about your powers."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

"What to do now?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Robin!!!"


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Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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Jonathan had simply nodded and watched as she left. Half smiling to himself he wondered exactly how their partnership will work. "Hey, Jonathan. Since it's now the two of us, let's think about how to decorate this place." The Grey Knight stated with a small smile on his face.

"Go find a deep hole or bug another family member you ghost, spirit, hallucination, AI, thing. Whatever you are. Haven't you given my mind enough trouble?" Jonathan asked rhetorically. He sighed as he then felt a sudden rumbling and shaking noise. "Great Grandpa Damian? Please tell me that wasn't your stomach."

"Sh!" Was all Jonathan got in answer of the Grey Knight as he listened very carefully at the noise. "You're gonna have company in a moment Robin, better strategize now." As Jonathan looked at the Grey knight strangely and was about to ask what he meant, suddenly he felt a pushing force and heard the sound of several windows in other rooms breaking along with something else breaking as well. He hit his head on the wall and groaned for a moment. Then he heard Kilia screaming and shouting for him.

"Kilia!" He said in alarm as he ran towards the hallway and stairs. "Wait for me Numbnuts!!" the Grey Knight angrily shouted, "And use your swords this time instead of that Flimsy gun!!"

Jonathan was about to retort on what was wrong with Grave, but he knew the answer well, Whilst Grave was good for ranged combat, he had an accuracy problem if the light shone in his eyes. His swordsmanship skills on the other hand were good, close to being near best. But he didn't know, he hasn't dueled any of the World's best sword wielders. It'd be one thing off his Bucket list.

He reached the stairs and ran down towards Kilia's screams and stops short near the entry.

"First, analyze the situation. Don't go charging in without thinking." Jonathan thought to himself. He looked carefully and saw Kilia on the floor near the couch and saw The other woman, her golden eyes making her almost unnatural to believe is real.

"Jon, you'd better fight that entity quick!!" The Grey Knight said. Robin was about to shout at the Grey Knight but he quickly clamped his mouth shut. He slowly brought out his Magic System and started to Summon his twin Hand and a Half Swords. The 'Wings of Freedom' as the template was called.

He then walked out slowly, the swords appearing in his hand. They looked like dazzling craftsmanship, the twin silver blades shone like starlight upon a moonlit night, they almost looked so similar to each other. The only main difference is the color of their hilts. One was a black color, almost akin to a Raven's Eye. The other was as blue as the summer sky.

Then he did possibly the most dangerous thing in his life. He started to get the other woman's attention by tapping his swords together in a singular rhythm.

"Hey. Step away from the girl." He said as he got in a ready stance, holding one sword almost parallel to the ground whilst the other in a defensive position.

Kilia looked up as she heard Robin come down the stairs. In his hands were a pair of swords, she would have been in awe at their beauty had it not been for the certain situation she was presently in. Her heart hammered hard in her chest as she lay there, combating both fear and her bodies unwillingness to move. The Goddess that had been making her way towards Kilia stopped. Behind her, in the hall next to the staircase, Kilia spotted her mother, her arm out against the Guardian's chest. They were going to watch for the moment. Kilia's mother wanted to see what Robin was capable of. It made Kilia's stomach churn, the families (or rather her own) were not the greatest when it came to parenting.

The Goddesses orange gaze slid over to the boy standing there, her eyes lit up just a bit, "The Grey Knight. Or rather an ancestor of him. I can see his ghost follows you around," the Goddess commented lightly. Kilia's eyebrow lifted but she didn't think on it too much.

"Robin..." she called softly, "Be careful."

"Don't worry, little Seer, I won't hurt him too much. Just enough to make him unable to move anymore. That way he can watch this house burn with everyone in it. You'll help me to do that," the woman said smoothly. Lifting her hand, a spark of energy gathered there before crackling into brilliant flashes of light that snapped and popped all along her fingers, "Well, what are you waiting for, boy?"

"The only one who shall burn is thou. I am not the Grey Knight, but you're right about my direct Lineage to him. But Grey I am not. I am his successor who's light shall burn more brightly then he, I am the Silver Knight." After giving that introduction he watched her carefully at the spells the goddess had. "This won't end well, just relax, keep calm, and breathe, then fight!" He thought. He then ran towards the Goddess, his arms still locked in the stance he was in, he struck at the woman with one blade and keeping the other in a defensive manuver, hoping he lands the first strike.

"Son of a Black Dragon Broodmother! She sees me?!?!" Damian the Grey Knight shouted to himself in surprise.

The Goddess arched an eyebrow, "Silver Knight is it? Well then, lets see how well you stand up to me," she grinned as he rushed her. The blade slashed out at her and she backstepped, avoiding the attack. Her hand still held the power, crackling all along her palm and wrist, slowly snaking up to her elbow, "You've good form, little knight. Perhaps I should introduce myself, yes? Veia, Goddess of Destruction. It's such a pleasure," she hissed the last word as she lunged forward after dodging his attacks. Her hand covered in the power didn't aim for him particularly, but for his sword where it would conduct far faster the electric power rushing across her arm.

Jonathan's eyes widened as he realized that this was possibly a powerful goddess he was facing, not only that she knew his Lineage. Which means she knew Not only His Ancestor, but the other Two knights whom he rode with. Samuel The Gold, and Samuel's Twin Brother, Darion the Onyx, also Called Turncoat, and Dark One.

Mentally shaking off the realization, he barely had time to move his sword, but the electric current caught hold of his Sword and sent the shock upwards in his arm. He grimaced in pain and stepped back a bit but he held his ground as he gave a motion to attack her head, if she raised her arms up to block the blow, or even move the other way, he'd swiftly change the direction of his blade to slice at her midsection, hoping to scratch her.

Behind the Couch Damian was watching, almost biting his nails in shock and anticipation to see if his Descendant had what it took to actually succeed his Legacy.

"Robin!" Kilia shouted as the Goddess's power raced up his sword and struck him. She moved then, her knees finally unlocking from the jarring blow she'd taken a few minutes ago. Stumbling a bit she stood up, but then she wasn't sure what she was going to do to help. She wasn't a fighter, and she certainly wasn't going to get in the way to make things worse for him. She was a healer! Grinding her teeth a bit, she struggled with herself for several moments.

"Why!? Why do you insist on doing these things?!" She shouted.

The Goddess Veia moved, dropping back from the swing to her head, she felt the other weapon come at her midsection. It cut through her clothes and skin, but nothing seriously deep to keep her from fighting. With a slight hiss, she glowered at the Silver Knight, "You don't understand anything you ignorant little girl," the Goddess growled back, "The Gods are at war with each other and in order to survive we need more power. That power comes from you humans. There are millions of you, while there are only a handful of us. Don't you think it's only natural to take what is plentiful, much like you humans take for yourselves?"

Kilia was shocked at the explanation, her eyes wide. She couldn't comprehend or keep up with the words the woman was saying. Slowly she shook her head, "That's just.... wrong."

"Wrong?" Veia laughed a bit, "What is so wrong about wishing to live? We will do anything, just like humans do. After all, you're all created after our image," she hissed and dropped down to the floor. Both hands pressed against the carpet. The popping and crackling sound of her magic seemed to intensify as she quite literally electrified the floor. For one moment the red carpeting was only that, in the next it exploded with flashing light. Kilia screamed as the power rushed over her frame. Her mother was taken into the kitchen where the carpet changed to tile, her Guardian, however took the brunt of the attack just as he had pushed the woman into the other room. Both he and Kilia dropped to the floor.

"Jonathan! Jump!" Damian shouted as Jonathan made a backwards flip towards the kitchen and slid a bit from the force of the static shock. Instinct took over as Jonathan started Growling, not just the growl a human does to indimidate, no. He started growling akin to an angered animal. His Gentle Green eyes turned into fierce, gleaming Emeralds, which glowered at the Goddess, almost close to piercing into her Orange Orbs.

Standing up and returning to his stance he walked back slowly, like a predator stalking his next meal, both swords now out in offensive positions. Veia called down the thunder by injuring Kilia and almost crushing her spirit. Jonathan leaped at The Goddess, giving a howling war cry as he swung at her with one blade and prepared to lunge into her chest with the other.

In the Meanwhile, Damian, who wasn't exactly touched by the world of the living anymore walked to Kilia's form and tried to pat her shoulder in a reassuring way, only for his hand to pass through her. Damian could only sigh At that occurrence but looked almost shocked when Robin suddenly went on the offensive. "Holy Mother of!" He shouted in surprise.

Kilia moaned as she lay on the floor. Everything was numbed, she was slightly thankful for that since the burning pain a moment before was not something very pleasant. Still, she could hardly focus as she watched Robin lung furiously at the woman. She tried to tell him to be careful, but she couldn't find her voice.

Veia moved quickly, backstepping again to just barely avoid the attack. However he kept coming at her, the other weapon aimed for the center of her chest. Dropping down, she caught the sword just as it passed through her shoulder. Wincing, she ground her teeth and stood again. Pushing forward, she could feel the steel moving deeper through the thick muscle of her arm, right between the shoulder joint and collar bone. Her fingers wrapped around the blade and she unleashed another, more violent jolt down the blade of the weapon, "What's wrong, Silver Knight? Are you angry about something?" she hissed, a small grin on her face despite the pain on her wound.

Jonathan clenched his teeth in pain as he kept glowering at Veia. "No, you simply just awoken the Monster in me. Plain and simple." Jonathan stated through the pain of the Jolt as he Lifted his foot to Veia's Abdomen and kicked hard to push her out of his sword. "The Beast inside that hungers for the Dark Souls. The thing that makes all Evil Tremble on it's very wake!"

As he said this he again walked menacingly as he prepared to strike her again, this time, with a lunge aimed perfectly at her heart. "The Beast that yearns to defeat you!" He then jumped forward to give the lunge more momentum In it's strike. Sweat was pouring from his head, hoping it would be over soon.

"By all that's Holy! I knew it!!" Damian shouted in amazement. "He is My Successor! after Centuries of Searching my bloodline, a worthy successor in the Grey legacy!!" Damian could hardly contain his enthusiasm.

"My my," Veia muttered as her back hit the wall. With no where left to go, she could only accept his approach. She smiled as his weapon cut through the center of her chest. Reaching out she gripped the weapon tightly to hold him there a while longer, "Did you know, to be a God means eternal life? Only a God can kill another God. You may have defeated me here, but I will see you again, little Silver knight. Few are a worthy opponent for one such as myself," she said as her body electrified. The sharp crackling filled the air and stretched out to every part of the house. Kilia tried to move, still numb from the heavy hit she'd taken.

"Robin..." she called, trying to warn him to move away from the Goddess. She could already feel the popping of static under her hands. It didn't hurt, yet, but she knew it was going to grow as the Goddess unleashed her power, every ounce of it. Veia wasn't called the Goddess of Destruction for nothing, after all. She was going to tear the house apart and the electricity was already exploding the lights and electrical stuff in the house. Kilia grit her teeth, trying to keep from crying out a second time. Across the carpet, the light danced, growing steadily brighter. In the Kitchen, her mother yelled for Kilia to get up, but she couldn't.

Jonathan could feel the electricity building up in the goddess, he also knew if he didn't act fast, she'd destroy the whole house, with everyone in it. Gritting his teeth and groaning in pain, he used the last ounce of strength he could muster for that possible moment to lift Veia off her feet, looking at the forest nearby, he Swung out towards it, his swords vanishing at the timing of it, hopefully sending Veia flying into the forest. "Flugel der Freiheit." He uttered tiredly, his face starting to contort with the pain and exhaustion.

He turned to Kilia and started to walk but he fell to his knees as he started to drag himself towards her. "Kilia..." He said painfully as he dragged himself in pain. "Don't you worry Robin, she's fine. You gotta save your strength unless you want to collapse from Exhausition."

Much to Damian's sarcasm, Robin collapsed on the floor.

Veia was surprised at such strength exhibited to her as he literally lifted her up with his weapon and tossed her to through the ruptured window, the hole she'd created not to long ago to get into the house. She hit the floor and rolled outside. With a cackling laugh her body exploded into a brilliant flash of light and crackling electricity. The explosion was almost too bright too look at and Kilia ducked her head down to avoid being blinded by the light.

Her breath sounded loud in her ears as the young Seer rolled over onto her side slowly. Movement caught her attention as Robin turned towards her. He stumbled a bit as he tried to get to her and then he fell to all fours giving her quite a jolt of fear. Her name fell off his lips and she felt a sharp pang through her chest. He's hurt... she thought to herself sadly. Her hand stretched out for him as he moved towards her still. Her voice was sharp as he crumpled completely to the floor, "Robin!"

"Kilia!" her mothers voice interrupted her only slightly. The woman's hands wrapped around her shoulders and dragged her upwards, "Are you alright?"

"Robin..." she moaned slightly, trying to free herself from her mothers grip to get to her Guardian, "Robin... Mother let go."

The woman did as she was asked of her daughter and Kilia crawled to him as quickly as she could. Swiping opened her magic system, she started on a healing spell much to the dismay of her mother who tried to stop her. Shrugging off the older woman, she continued. It was a simple spell, nothing extravagent for Kilia wasn't ever good at that, but she could at least give him some energy and lessen the pain of the shock he'd taken a handful of times. Dragging the spell off the tablet, she let it flood the boy on the floor. Green light enveloped him. Little bubbles of green and blue floated up around him as she let the magic flow. When it was finished, she let herself lay down feeling far too tired to do anyting else. She rested there, watching him eargerly and trying to stay awake. The moment she knew he was alright, she was going to sleep.

Jonathan groaned in pain as he opened his eyes. "Did I beat her?" He asked tiredly as he struggled to sit up. He was In some degree better for some unknown reason and turned to see Kilia laying near him. "Kilia, are you okay??" He said in relative alarm. He had a feeling of what her mother would do to him if he didn't check on her condition.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus
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Tristan- Downstairs (Tristan's Dad, Soran, Peter)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dad, the girls."

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

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

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

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


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


Upstairs (Grayson, Rethyn)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

He would think I betrayed him and lied to him.

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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"Did I beat her?"

Kilia's mother was next to them instantly, she gave a strange look to Jonathan. Whether it was one out of worry or anger, one couldnt' be sure. Finally she seemed to answer, "Yes. But beaten isn't the word I would use."

"Kilia, are you okay??"

"Idiot," Kilia's mother snapped as she pulled at her daughters frame, "She's unconscious, no thanks to you either," the woman snapped though her voice was betraying the words. There was worry laced there instead of anger, "She is your first priority. Never put her in danger like that again, is that clear, Guardian?"

Jonathan jumped at how Kilia's mother turned protective of Kilia and his eyes widened at her stern warning. "Crystal." He responded. He looked both hurt, tired, and angered, the last part more to himself more then others, never before did he feel incompetent. And Kilia's mother stomped on his self esteem.

"You did a Great Battle! I am so proud of you!" Damian shouted to the skies. Jonathan couldn't take it anymore, he had put up with Damian long enough for this day and he was tired and almost didn't care about if Anyone saw or not, but he gave a full punch to the Grey Knight's stomach before getting up and heading to the stairs.

"I've had enough of ghosts for one day." He said to himself.

"Son of a Broodmother that hurts!!" Damian shouted.

Kilia's mother lifted an eyebrow, "What in the name... Oh never mind. Jonathan!" she snapped, "Take her to her room, I trust you can do that much, yes? Get her into bed, she'll rest until tomorrow morning. Tomorrow we'll discuss... other Guardian duties in thorough detail," she said with narrowed eyes. Going into the kitchen she called back to him over her shoulder, "And when you get her to her room safely come back down here and take a bowl of water and cloth to her room as well. Surely you know what to do with that," her irritation showed through this time. Still, there was the underlying tenderness that one could easily miss if they weren't paying attention.

Jonathan stopped and turned around at the first part of the order he was given. He walked to Kilia and picked her up carefully and carried her to her room, luckily he memorized that his room was across from her. As he went up he sighed and rolled his eyes. Heading back downstairs, he didn't bother to answer or make eye contact with anyone. He felt more like he was failing in his job this first day as he recieved the bowl and cloth. Walking back towards the stairs Damian tried to follow.

"I said enough haunting me today Damian Grey." he said to himself and kicked Damian sharply, sending the poor ghost rolling down the stairs. Damian landed on his face when he stopped rolling.

"Ouch!" The ghost shouted angrily. "The Nerve! I help mentor him from beyond the grave and That's the thanks I get?!"

Jonathan walked back to Kilia's room and proceeded to soak the cloth and put it on her forehead. "I feel like such a fool. I defeat a deity and I seemed to get the short end of the stick. My discipline has wavered...I'm so stupid."






Kilia shifted around on her bed. Something fell from her forehead and she opened her eyes as she felt the luke warm wetness fall from her face. With a strange look on her face she looked to see the cloth lying on the pillow next to her head. Picking it up, she put it on the nightstand next to her. Crumpling back onto the pillow, not out of energy but out of being comfortable, she sighed slightly. The covers and overall fluffiness of her bed was so comfortable. She didn't wish to move at all. In fact, she almost fell back asleep until she remembered what had happened the night before. With a sharp gasp she flew upright.

"Robin!?" she called in fear. Was he alright?

Jonathan was slumbering in his bed, having for the first time a good sleep. The sunlight hit his eyes and he decided to do his daily tradition of meditation. Getting to a sitting position he started uttering a family prayer. "The Star has seven points of light, we try to understand each ones meaning, strive to become one with the ideals the-"

Suddenly he heard someone calling out his name from across the hall. Wait...across the Hall?!?

Falling out of his bed he got up to rush to Kilia's room, not realizing he didn't have a shirt on when he bolted into her room and nearly tripping over himself. "Kilia, are you alright!?" He said before he stopped himself from saying more as he realized too late his epic bumble. But he swore he had A shirt on when he fell asleep. There was only one culprit.

Damian was whistling in Jonathan's room twirling a shirt around before throwing it on the bed chuckling to himself. "That's for last night ya ungrateful haggis."

"Robin! Are you alright?" her innitial response to his bursting into her room probably wasn't normal, but her only worry was if he was alright especially considering her terrible latency with the magic system and how much damage he'd taken anyway. It only dawned her after the fact (and quite a few minutes after if we might add) that he was standing in her room with out a shirt on... at... all. Her face slowly turned pink, then it turned red, starting from her cheeks and then spreading like wildfire all across her face. With a small gasp she threw her hands over her eyes.

Even so, she pulled her slender fingers apart slowly and peeked out at him before quickly closing the fingers again, "U-u-um... Robin... C-c-could you... put something on.... please?" she asked him, stuttering so badly she was surprised she even got coherent words out of her mouth. Her heart slammed so hard in her chest she thought it was going to break through.

"Umm, yes, permit me a moment." He said as he rushed back and found the exact same shirt and glared at a gloating Damian but said nothing as he put his shirt on and walked back. "Sorry about that." He said as he reentered her room.

Jonathan sighed. "Last night was something else." he said as his face turned to both content, yet a slight feeling of incompetence. "And I'm fine. Nothing that a goodnight sleep wouldn't cure, with or without your help. Though, your mom would've been less hissy at me. Speaking of which she wants to talk to us today, wanting to give me more details the way she put it, about being a guardian."

"Oh I see," she said with a sigh of relief. She visibly relaxed on her bed. Closing her eyes briefly she took a few deep breathes before smiling at him. Wow... that was really... something a moment ago she thought to herself as she recalled briefly her shirtless Guardian bursting into her room. The young Seer almost went into daydream mode, but she quickly shook herself, "Well, Mother doesn't like to be kept waiting really. But I'm glad you're alright, I was really worried. Oh and, don't take it too hard, whatever my Mother is going to say. I'm sure she's going to yell at us both about last night. She always finds something wrong even in the best of situations," Kilia sighed a bit as she pulled herself off the bed, "But! Before that, shall we eat? I'm hungry," she asked, beaming up at him as she stood but a few feet from him.

Jonathan nodded a bit but he had an eyebrow raised at the few moments she relaxed. Did I just make her daydream for a moment? he thought. He then observed her upbeat behavior and her wish of having breakfast before facing potential music. He was about to answer when his stomach did the answering for him.

"I guess it's alright to eat first." Was all he had to say.

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Tristan nearly jumped out of his skin with the sudden appearance of the boy with the mask. That was worse then not knocking on a door, but he didn't say anything. He caught the look, and felt a shiver absently go down his back. He did have questions of his own, he wanted to know certain things. "Good morning" was his reply to the other. And yes Tristan was looking to the door like he wanted to escape. He knew that there wasn't much use though. Just like with Soran he was going to have to face this problem, or face the words that he was going to have a hard time saying. How could he really explain what happened, how does one explain such a thing. "Um..." he started, "I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday."

As if he were cutting him off Rethyn raised up his right hand lightly. "It's not something I have not become use to." he said calmly. Rethyn then seemed to check his hood with his hands to make sure it was up and concealing the back of his head. Facing away from Tristan so that he could not see, Rethyn lifted up the gas mask a little so that he could place the cheese within his mouth. After a short moment he lowered the gas mask again as he slowly chewed his food. He was dreading the next question he knew he had to ask and felt like he was doing everything in his power to prevent himself from asking it. However, he knew he would have to. After a brief moment and a deep breath Rethyn lifted his chin up as he looked to the ceiling. "How did she go? Was it painless? Or was it like...." Silencing himself he awaited Tristan's answer.

He gets right to the point, Tristan thought, yes he knew he said dead...but it wasn't exactly like that. He said dead because telling him the truth...would that be worse. "I was in shock yesterday, when I saw you, you look like her. Your eyes, even maybe your hair in a way. She thought she could make the god go away, but it didn't work. He got angry...," Tristan stopped trying not to remember, he didn't want to. He knew he hadn't really answered the question. "What made you come here," he asked instead. He was grasping for a little understanding, maybe if he figure out why, maybe then he would be able to tell him.

Reading between the lines of Tristan's words Rethyn understood. It was a confirmation of indirect words. His sister was dead and with that he felt the last bit of hope die within Tristan's words. Breaking eye contact, Rethyn looked down as he did his best to keep himself from shattering. For a long moment there was silence as Rethyn's hands had curled into fists. Holding back tears the way he breathed gave away the mourning of Kazar. Between breaths he tried weakly to hold himself together as he tried to answer. "I felt her from afar, I had to come. She w-was family as I once was. I had to see her, she needed to see Rethyn was still out there watching over her."

"Family," he repeated. It was a concept he understood quite well. "You felt her," Tristan wondered, "And do you still feel her..." He didn't want to ask this, but he had to know. He could tell the other was falling apart and he felt bad for the question. He looked at Rethyn, he didn't really know what do to comfort him. He really didn't know what to do period.

At the second part of the question, Rethyn slowly walked over from the fridge to Tristan. Stopping a little too close in front of him, Rethyn raised his left hand to the center of Tristan's chest. "Her aura is within you now." Rethyn's eyes had lost their chill from before as they seemed tendered, wounded even. Turning his head away and his body, Rethyn stepped away from Tristan as he walked over to the counter facing away from him. "So, when should I get going? There's not much more reason for me to stay is there?" Rethyn's voice sounded forced and controled from within rather than his previous words which seemed raw.

It wasn't the answer Tristan was expecting, "But don't you want to stay, so she could see your still watching out for her." Tristan wondered why he said that, like something inside was compelling him to. "I think there is more for you to do then you realize." Tristan wasn't sure, he wasn't entirely positive, but he was having this gut feeling that he couldn't let the other just leave. He still had no idea what to do with him, he sort of wondered if there was ever going to be a way to crack open those walls. At least now he knew that Rethyn had feelings, and that he had cared for his family.

Glancing over his shoulder, Rethyn's expression through his eyes seemed hallowed. Opening his mouth from under his mask he spoke gently. "Where I am going I will be with her." As he finished his words he begun to leave the kitchen at a slow pace. He seemed deep within his own thoughts in the current moment as he headed to where he thought the exit was.

Tristan watched him, "Then I guess she truly died for no purpose. If no one cares to protect her now." Again he didn't know why he said those words, was Rethyn right, did he truly have her aura inside him. If that was true, then what he thought happened didn't actually happen. He finally understood, "She told me one thing before she died, she told me that I would always have someone watching over me"

Stopping dead in his tracks, Rethyn turned back to face Tristan. His eyes revealed a look of shock. Tristan was right, she had died for him. If he left now her efforts would be all in vein. She had given her life to keep Tristan alive, if he were to leave now Tristan could potentially run the chance of dying. The aura of Kazar would die right there along with Tristan. Looking to Tristan through his mask he asked him weakly. "Do you want me to stay? And if you do what would you possibly have in mind for me to do for you? I couldn't possibly be your guardian, that was my sisters job." With a look of tenderness and weakness Rethyn felt vulnerable, but for some reason it was okay in this situation. He found himself placing in Tristan a trust of which he had not given anyone since his awakening.

"I want you to stay," he said clearly, "I think your wrong when you say your not my guardian, but only time will reveal that. I felt lost after what happened yesterday, what is a seer without a guardian. I had to be forced back to being able to feel again, and luckily someone came along to help me with that." He realized that he was wasn't talking about Rethyn, "But now I know I need protection, will you do that for me, will you protect me and her."

"Then I shall stay." Rethyn said weakly as he still tried to control himself. With a quick glance to the floor then back to Tristan he asked him "T-this conversation was between us only. Right?" Rethyn had never felt more vulnerable in his life and well "afterlife". However, he knew he was placing his trust within Tristan. Forcing his ice like glare a little bit too obviously at Tristan he quickly added. "Look, just understand I am not here for you to order around like Grayson! If you ever talk down to me I swear I'll kick you upside the head! You understand?!"

Tristan couldn't help but laugh, "I don't order around anyone at least in this household...um I hope someone told you I have four sisters. But I promise I will try to protect you from them." He hoped Rethyn wouldn't change his mind in that moment.

Hidden under his mask Rethyn gave off a smile. What he had just said reminded him of his life growing up. Besides Kazar he had several older brothers. Both him and Kazar were the babies of the family and the words of Tristan brought nostalgia to his face. The scars of which were created by what happened to his sister felt a little more bearable as Tristan was at least able to remind him of a good part of his life. Feeling a bit of his weakness show he couldn't help but say "Thank you" with a small laugh behind it.

Now that was unexpected, all Tristan could do was shrug. He hoped there was still a thank you later after the other met them. Well his sisters could grow on you after awhile, it wasn't them that he felt would treat the other the worst. His mother was going to come into the picture at some point. "I should probably show you around the house, so you know where everything is, but can I ask one favor, walk there please."

Tilting his head towards Tristan he merely asked him. "What? You don't like how I teleport? If you cannot keep up just hold onto me and I can bring you with me."

"No, I think your teleporting is cool, but for the those of us around here with less nerves...and don't wish to be frightened out of our skin, it would be greatly appreciated."

Nodding, Rethyn said to Tristan. "I can try, but it has become something of a habit to me." Placing a hand on the back of his head he felt weird about not being able to teleport for it had become something he had been doing since his awakening.

"When they aren't around, you can teleport to your hearts content, I just don't want anyone to be frightened. And anyways if they knew you could teleport, the youngest one would probably ask you to take her everywhere. And if you are wondering, she probably find you more fascinating than scary, even with the mask."

Rethyn's look grew annoyed. "It's not just a mask. This is my face, it is a part of me! It's not for fear! It is a part of me!" The smile Rethyn once had grew into a frown as he grew tempted to teleport away from Tristan who had just stuck his nerve. With the return of the cold stare he seemed to glare at Tristan for a moment before dropping it.

"I am sorry," he said making a mental note not to ever mention the gas-mask again. Tristan turned away, now completely out of sorts because of Rethyn reaction. He felt bad, so he didn't know how to respond anymore. He realized that he was doing the same thing when his own mother scolded him. Sort of shutting down and not wanting to face it, it was easier to do that then face the fact that she hated him. "I will leave you alone now." he finally said. Tristan really did need a good kick upside the head, because he was being to stubborn at the moment.

Shaking his head at Tristan, Rethyn with a sudden flash vanished from the room. The remark of the mask had reminded him of the people who had insulted his face as he traveled on the look for Kazar. They did not understand why he wore it, who were they to judge him?! They never died before! The whole thought process brought anger through Rethyn. Reappearing in the hallway of which he first entered, Rethyn wrapped his arms around his knees as he sat with his back facing the window. For now he wanted to be left alone, he didn't want a room he wanted this part of the hallway.

Growing frustrated with himself, Rethyn begun to ask himself questions. Why him? Why did he need his face? Was it not good enough?! His face in life never got such disdain! Why what brought him so much comfort was the source of everyone's fear and concern for him. He hated it, but he needed it. Closing his eyes he tired to breath slowly as he kept his mind off Kazar. There was enough stress as there was, and a small part of him still did not want to believe she was gone. She just merely lived inside Tristan now, at least he hoped so.

Tristan hadn't meant to be insulting, he hadn't meant anything at all. Ok, you're going to have to help me with him, cause I got no clue, Tristan was asking the other that was living inside of him for help. He didn't really expect an answer. But he sort of wish she would send Rethyn a vision to help him though. Tristan really hated this, and mentally kicked himself in the head, "I am such a blunder-head," which had become Aria's choice of insult for the month. Now he knew with how Rethyn reacted to him, of how badly it could go with his mother. He knew he was going to ask for help. More then anything he wished Soran was there, talking him through it and given him advice. He looked at the gift again that had been momentarily forgotten about. He had to face the other, and he actually kinda of wondered if he had the answer right in front of him.

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The Night Before


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

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

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

"You know me?"

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

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

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

She trembled, "Yes."

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

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

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

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

"Oni," they said in unison.

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





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Day 1 ~ After Leaving Tristan's Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

"Who were you with until now?"

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

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

"A friends house." Shit...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day 2





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

"Tris...tan."

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

Day 3





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

"Soran. Soran?"

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

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

"Momma, what time is it?"

"11:30."

"Morning?"

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

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

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

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

"The 23rd."

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

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

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

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

Day 4





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Momma... why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open it."


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Four Days Later

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

"Ow! Mom!"

"Pay attention, Kilia."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where? Where are we going?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Belvedere residence: The Next Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Day 3

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

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

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

Day 4

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

Reigailia Residence/Belvedere residence phone conversation

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

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


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

"Belvedere residence, Alauric Belvedere speaking."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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