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Bellistrad Indorial

"Do you need a hug?"

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a character in “The Tribes of Imos 2”, originally authored by Leocedus, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Full Name:
Bellistrad Indorial

(Deceased)

Eventual titles:
The Reefer Guru

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Sexual Preference:
Pansexual


Tribe:
Fire

Position in the Tribe:
None, outcast

Negative Traits:
Bellistrad has a flaw of forgiving people too easily, which often lets others take advantage of him. He is also anti-confrontational so he will not stick up for himself.

Positive Traits:
Bellistrad is always looking to improve the quality of life around him, whether that means helping others in any way he can or just by having a positive outlook on a situation. He is always trying his best to teach others how to help themselves as well.

Fears:
Bellistrad has little to fear, but if one must say he fears anything, it would be a future without the possibility of peace.

History:
Bellistrad was born into the Fire Tribe, and so has the ability to control fire. That is where the similarities between his tribe and him end. Even at a young age, his parents knew he would be trouble to the norm. Instead of learning to use fire for combat he insisted that he use it for other means. His beliefs on total peace started here, it's roots having been placed by images of people being hurt because of blind hatred. Bellistrad vowed to never strike out in anger against anyone or anything. As he grew up, he found something that could quite his mind and allow him to find peace, the plant called Marijuana. When smoked the plant caused euphoria and a sense of overwhelming peace with the world. This herb became Bellistrad's way out of violence.

By the age of 16, Bellistrad was cast out by his parents and so decided to hide the fact he was from the fire tribe. Luckily his parents were killed in the war not long after his departure so now only the Fire Tribe's leader knew that he was of his tribe. Bellistrad set out on a journey, taking his teachings of peace and self reflection across the known world. He traveled throughout all the tribe's, as well as into the vast Empire where no magic was to be found. He explored, learned, taught and finally came full circle where he returned to his birth land.

Now having come back to the Fire Tribe, he attempts to keep under the tribe leader's senses and not be recognized as the weakling they thought him. He still spreads his teachings even in the Fire lands, but he is more discreet than normal. Currently in one of the smaller villages near the border between the Fire lands and the Water lands, Bellistrad finds himself near the front lines as he seeks peace and wisdom from the turmoil of the world.

Likes
Reefer, Nice people, Quiet Conversation

Dislikes:
Violence, Anger, Death

Dreams/Goals:
Bellistrad dreams of a world where man will no longer look towards violence as the answer to differences. Instead he wishes for a world where man sees differences as a way to learn another way of life and is bettered because of the things he learns.


Hair Color:
Blue
Eye Color:
Blue
Tattoos/Markings:
A tattoo of a midnight blue flame is marked on his left shoulder blade.
Height:
6'2"
Brief Appearance Description:
Bellistrad usually matches his outfit to his hair, so he is almost always wearing some form of blue. He owns a simple blue kimono which he uses for relaxation and meditation, but he also has a blue tunic and black travelling pants for when he is on the road.

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Carrying:
Bellistrad always has at least a pound of marijuana on him used for opening his mind and to relax after a hard day. To smoke it out of he has a Hookah that just like his wardrobe is a blue crystal Hookah gifted to him by a friend who he helped find peace.

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Strength/Abilities:
Bellistrad may not enjoy violence, but he still trained himself to use his fire magic in a more spiritual way. While he can indeed use it for harm, he chooses not to. His flames are extremely hot, and so are blue in color to match his hair. In addition to his fire magic, Bellistrad has also trained his body using martial arts and meditation. His mind and body are in sync almost perfectly, and so his reflexes are near instantaneous. Bellistrad is also a strong speaker. Because of the large amount of blue he is constantly around his Throat Chakra is very powerful and allows him to use his words as if they held a thousand meanings.

Weakness:
As one would think, Bellistrad's main weakness is the stubbornness of men. He cannot help those who do not wish to be helped, and this has been a problem since he began his spiritual journey. Another weakness of Bellistrad's is his forgiveness, as even if someone betray's him utterly he will often times give them a second chance in which they most likely will do it again. He puts so much faith in the hearts of men that he cannot see when that faith fails.

Other:
Fun Fact: Bellistrad is not the first to have this philosophy of self peace, many others are doing the same thing that Bellistrad is and are in fact part of a secret society, which Bellistrad has joined, called "The White Lotus Brotherhood". Not many members remain after many were killed in the war, but the society remains active.

So begins...

Bellistrad Indorial's Story

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Character Portrait: Anastasia Campbell Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Ara Cilivren Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Zianro Azura
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When Cailu entered the house he had grown up in, the place that now belonged to him, the tribe leaders house. Even if it made him feel uncomfortable to stay there since it felt like it wasn't really his, he still liked it since it made him able to stay with the only family he had left since his younger siblings had decided to travel together to study other techniques and learn more. Because he still had Ara here with him, on the upper floor and when he returned home from meetings he usually always walked up the narrow stairs to knock on her door. He didn't wait for her to open or call out that it was okay to come in because they both knew that it was, so he just opened the door and lowered his head as he walked inside seeing her sit by the small window as she usually did.

"How did it go?" Ara didn't turn her face towards him as she spoke, obviously too mesmerized with the scenery outside to bother with such unnecessary gestures. Cailu could hear how important the question was anyway, he knew it even before it was brought up that it would be the first thing she would speak of.

"I think it turned out fine."

Ara turned her gaze from the window, as did she turn her body towards him. Looking directly at him with a wrinkle between her eyebrows, clearly not satisfied by the answer. But Cailu was happy anyway because she didn't look that worn out at the moment. Even if they were concerned at the moment her eye's still looked lively. "What do you mean?"

With a small smile Cailu stroke the back of his neck, "Well... I didn't really remember what you told me to say so I improvised... But they decided to keep on trading with us so it's good, right?"

Ara blinked a couple of times, confused by what she heard, surprised even, "You improvised? Do you know what problem that may have caused us if you hadn't succeeded?"

"Of course I do, I can think for myself you know."

"This is not about you and your thoughts, this is about you almost making us lose a trading partner."

Cailu quietly looked away, he knew there was nothing that he could say that would make her believe that he could handle the situation by himself. Ever since he had told her about how anxious he had felt about the leader position being put over him, how he felt crushed be the pressure of the expatriations she had been controlling his every move as the leader. Sure, he had appreciated it at first, to get that help, to not feel like he had the whole tribe positioned on his shoulder. Getting more pressed towards the ground by every single day that passed by, but now it felt like it was Ara that pressed him towards the ground more and more by every single thing he had to do. But it was not like he could take that away from her, he knew it was the thing she appreciated the most, to feel needed even when sitting in this room every single day. Even he would try to revolt it wouldn't bring him anything more than perhaps an angry mob chasing him out from the tribe. He knew that if he displeased her so she could easily take the position from him since she had the tribe’s approval and love. She could easily take his place without doing more than just ask their tribesmen to do it for her, she wouldn’t even need to raise up from the chair.

"I'm sorry for forgetting," Cailu walked over to her and lightly picked the flower she had in her out from it just to replace it with a new one, mumbling while doing so, "I'm very sorry."

Ara waved away his hands from her face and shook her head quietly, "Fine. Even if you didn't listen to me you still succeeded and that is all that matters," As soon as she had uttered the sentence her face lightened up by a smile as she leaned back in the chair again, "So now tell me about what happened, who did you meet? How did it look? Oh, Anastasia was with you right?"

Cailu just chuckled slightly at the questions that continued to be sounded be Ara's mouth as he took the second chair in the room and dragged it over to her. When he had placed it beside her before he sat down and started to try to form some sort of answer to the questions that had always been voiced while more continued to come to life.

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The burning sensation in his arms told Bellistrad that his strength was failing him. The timing couldn't have been worse either, as he was currently hanging from a branch almost twenty feet off the ground. He would probably never try to climb a tree in order to get a look at his surroundings without having a sure way down again. The blue haired man had been on his way down when one of the limbs broke off under his weight. He had nearly been able to grab onto one of the lower branches before falling to his death. He still tried to scramble his way up onto the branch but his arms were too tired to move him any more upwards, he would either fall and die or somehow be saved.

He did not know how often the path beneath him was used. It was one of the roads in between the Fire and Water tribes, as he was travelling towards the latter on his current journey. He wished to take a break from being a fugitive in his own land of the Fire Tribe so decided to move into their enemies midst. Granted if anyone found out he used to be a member of the fire tribe while in the Land of Water he could be killed on the spot but he thought it safer than those you might recognize him.

Hope reached Bellistrad's ears as hoof beats came from below. A lone rider was coming on a horse along the road. Bellistrad timed his drop to coincide with the rider being directly below him. As the rider came by underneath Bellistrad landed directly on top of him, possibly knocking the rider off of his horse as Bellistrad rolled over onto the ground and landed hard on his side. Not the most graceful of landings but he survived the fall, and that was importnat.

Adjusting his clothing quickly as well as his pack that was still strapped to his back Bellistrad wiped dust off of himself and took a look at the rider who he had fallen on. To his amazement it was Zaheed, someone who actually knew him and wanted to kill him for his betrayal. Smiling innocently, Bellistrad inched his way down the road. "Oh, sorry about that. I just uh, had gotten into a pinch....bye!" Bellistrad made a trail of dust behind him as he ran for the Water Tribe with most haste, at least that was until he heard a voice from the woods. He did not recognize this one, but it did not matter to him, whoever it was probably was with Zaheed and would kill him as well.

He sprinted down the road not stopping, his lungs only able to function because of the adrenaline in his system. The entire time he was running he scolded himself for picking the least friendly person to land on. Oh well, at least soon he would be able to reside with some comfort in the Water Tribe. Upon arriving at the tribe Bellistrad slowed and caught his breath, almost dying of exhaustion. Being a somewhat well known person to the commoners of almost every tribe in the area besides the Fire Tribe, Bellistrad's arrival was marked by several people who he had aided through tough times come to greet him and offer him food or comfort from his run.

The few people he had aided with his spiritual guidance were nice people and often could be found in the same place, their home tribe. Some asked what was the matter, and why he had arrived in such a rush. He ignored their questions, saying "I will tell you another time, when I am rested." Usually he would stay with the first person who offered him a spot in their house hold, and this time was no different. Almost immediately he had a place to sleep and the warm hospitality of his fellow humans.

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The burning sensation in his arms told Bellistrad that his strength was failing him. The timing couldn't have been worse either, as he was currently hanging from a branch almost twenty feet off the ground. He would probably never try to climb a tree in order to get a look at his surroundings without having a sure way down again. The blue haired man had been on his way down when one of the limbs broke off under his weight. He had nearly been able to grab onto one of the lower branches before falling to his death. He still tried to scramble his way up onto the branch but his arms were too tired to move him any more upwards, he would either fall and die or somehow be saved.

He did not know how often the path beneath him was used. It was one of the roads in between the Fire and Water tribes, as he was travelling towards the latter on his current journey. He wished to take a break from being a fugitive in his own land of the Fire Tribe so decided to move into their enemies midst. Granted if anyone found out he used to be a member of the fire tribe while in the Land of Water he could be killed on the spot but he thought it safer than those you might recognize him.

Hope reached Bellistrad's ears as hoof beats came from below. A lone rider was coming on a horse along the road. Bellistrad timed his drop to coincide with the rider being directly below him. As the rider came by underneath Bellistrad landed directly on top of him, possibly knocking the rider off of his horse as Bellistrad rolled over onto the ground and landed hard on his side. Not the most graceful of landings but he survived the fall, and that was importnat.

Adjusting his clothing quickly as well as his pack that was still strapped to his back Bellistrad wiped dust off of himself and took a look at the rider who he had fallen on. To his amazement it was Zaheed, someone who actually knew him and wanted to kill him for his betrayal. Smiling innocently, Bellistrad inched his way down the road. "Oh, sorry about that. I just uh, had gotten into a pinch....bye!" Bellistrad made a trail of dust behind him as he ran for the Water Tribe with most haste, at least that was until he heard a voice from the woods. He did not recognize this one, but it did not matter to him, whoever it was probably was with Zaheed and would kill him as well.

He sprinted down the road not stopping, his lungs only able to function because of the adrenaline in his system. The entire time he was running he scolded himself for picking the least friendly person to land on. Oh well, at least soon he would be able to reside with some comfort in the Water Tribe. Upon arriving at the tribe Bellistrad slowed and caught his breath, almost dying of exhaustion. Being a somewhat well known person to the commoners of almost every tribe in the area besides the Fire Tribe, Bellistrad's arrival was marked by several people who he had aided through tough times come to greet him and offer him food or comfort from his run.

The few people he had aided with his spiritual guidance were nice people and often could be found in the same place, their home tribe. Some asked what was the matter, and why he had arrived in such a rush. He ignored their questions, saying "I will tell you another time, when I am rested." Usually he would stay with the first person who offered him a spot in their house hold, and this time was no different. Almost immediately he had a place to sleep and the warm hospitality of his fellow humans.

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The deep resonating tones of a wind chime filled Bellistrad's ears and vibrated his body, sending sparks of energy down his spine at the sensation that he felt from the sound. His eyes were closed, his body sitting in a meditation position as he concentrated on nothing but the wind chime. His seven chakra centers were aligned, and he was at peace in this moment. At least he was until a voice interrupted his meditation.

[bold]"Are you sleeping?"[/bold] The child's voice broke through the vibrations and pulled Bellistrad back into himself. Opening his eyes he saw a small boy of the water tribe standing before him, interested in what he was doing. He knew this child, he was the son of one of his friends here in the water tribe and who he had helped in the past. "No, i'm not sleeping. But I am hungry. Why don't we go get something to eat, eh?"

The child smiled wide and nods in approval of the idea. Standing slowly to ease his legs into action after his hours of sitting still, he takes the boy's hand and leads him away from the house where Bellistrad had been sitting and towards the market. Within a matter of minutes both Bellistrad and the boy were having breakfast in a little dumpling shop, the owner treating Bellistrad and the boy to a free lunch.

After eating, Bellistrad turned to the owner and bowed low before him. "Namaste! Have a nice day!" He then left the boy to his own devices and headed to his current place of residence to pack his things. Even though he had only spent one night in the water tribe, he felt that he was needed elsewhere already. Entering the residence where he was staying he took up his back and sat in front of a small table, rolling out his map of the tribes on it. "Now then, if I head towards the earth tribe now I can get there in a few days time. But which road to take....hmm."

He pondered over the map for awhile and decided it might be safe to move in between the Fire and Water tribes, since he had not heard of many skirmishes recently he figured the war had taken a slight reprieve in that part of the world. Then again, this could be simple rumor and he had no way to prove it except to go there himself. Rolling up the map he packed it away in his bag of supplies and hoisted it onto his back. He traveled light, not enjoying the encumbrance of a life filled with useless trinkets.

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An hour later, Bellistrad was nearing the place where he had seen General Zaheed on the path the previous night. He hoped the general was not currently hunting him, most likely with a platoon of fire tribe soldiers. Bellistrad shivered at the thought of having to fight his own kin, and tried to make haste through the landscape. He did not get far before he heard a shrill cry above him and looked up. A single bird was following his progress before speeding up and getting ahead of him, seemingly going in the same direction. What he did not notice was that the bird was carrying a small strand of his blue hair in it's talons.

Bellistrad smiled at the bird, seeing it as a sign of good luck on his journey. Even though the bird was going towards the Fire Tribe, he would turn on the path later on and take himself to the Earth Tribe, or at least that was his plan. He may have to stop on his journey to explore if he took fancy to something, or perhaps help a traveler in need. It happened quite often to him, and he enjoyed the unexpected happenings that travel brought with it.

The setting changes from Lakeshore to Imos

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General Zaheed


Even after Vinicius dismissed his brother, Zaheed continued to eavesdrop on their conversation. How couldn't he? General Zaheed was a snake, he slithering his way into other's secrets. There is no doubt, he is a keeper of blackmail and slander, things left best unknown. But as he listened to their conversation, there was no doubt that Zotar found interest in Sholeh, especially due to the fact of the promotion he gave her. Captain? Zaheed questioned his brother mentally. Is he insane? Not only does she attack a king without punishment, she is rewarded for it? That reward, being captain? He is condoning rebellion! Treason! This is exactly why I must be king!

As the rage within mind waged, Zaheed heard a screech sound, but it was not any cry of an animal, it was Icarus's, the raven. That was it, Bellistrad Indorial had moved out of the water village, now was his time to strike, to capture the exile who trifles with the water tribe. Not that Zaheed has a problem with the water tribe as a whole, but the fire tribe does. And by law it is a grave crime to be associated with foreign enemies. But Zaheed could not care less about fire law, he only had cared about himself, afraid that this Bellistrad may have done his own eavesdropping on him and Zianro. Why in that moment Zaheed did not waste time ending or dealing with Bellistrad when first encountering him, was because it is not everyday that the water lord will associate with a child of fire.

But now was his time, the General rushed out of the palace, and to his steed, and already mentioned before, the horse was dressed in battle armor due to traditions. And as for Zaheed, he was always wearing his armor, it comes with being General. However he was now wearing his menacing pitch black helmet, the headgear was designed to look terrorizing, it was what Zaheed wanted to strike his eyes with- a nightmare. Zaheed kicked his horse's rump, causing it to gallop fiercely to the direction of Icarus's cry.

When Zaheed arrived to Bellistrad, the General was positioned behind the young man, sword unsheathed and wagging as he charged his horse towards the exile. The chase was on.

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Bellistrad Indorial

Bellistrad had been walking for another hour or so since he had seen the hawk and had already taken the turn towards the Earth tribe when he heard the sound of hoof beats behind him. He expected it to be a traveler in a hurry, or a merchant in a cart, so he moved off to one side to let them pass by. Lucky him he looked back at the rider for it was indeed not either of those things, but General Zaheed instead, weilding a mighty looking sword no less.

Terrified, and not only because of the dark helmet he wore, Bellistrad flung his pack up onto a nearby tree branch and focused his energies into one of the eight Chakras, which were the spiritual energy wells of human beings, that he had control over. The one he focused on was Root Chakra, located in the base of his spine, which dealt with survival and fear. Using this energy he sparked blue flames from his palms as he rotated to his right, propelling himself with the ejection of fire and twisted out of the way of the horse's path as well as the sword's.

Bellistrad ended up face first in the road as Zaheed rode past him at high speeds. Bellistrad expected him to circle back so he got to his feet quickly and took a stance used specifically for Agnikai, a fire-bender's dual. With his arms placed in front of him and his palms out with his fingers bent like claws and his feet a little wider than shoulder width apart, he was ready for Zaheed to return. Normally he would not promote violence, but since there was not much shrubbery on the rode where he was and the general could easily outrun him he had little choice.

"If you want to kill me this bad, I must have slept with someone you like. Or your brother liked, which is worse. I would have rather gone to bed cold and alone!" He knew this would enrage Zaheed and make him lose control, which for a fire mage is never a good thing. Especially the part that insinuated he was here on orders of his brother, for everyone who was or is in the military knows that Zaheed doesn't like to take orders.

Bellistrad on the other hand was completely calmed down thanks to his use of his Root Chakra to settle his fear. He now used this chakra to power the next six chakras in his body all the way up to the crown of his head. The last chakra was not charged, as it was only used while sleeping or Astral Projecting. Bellistrad was confident he could outmatch Zaheed enough to escape, although he might not come out in one piece.

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Lord Vinicius


“Uh, that would be amazing. Actually, that would be my dream come true. Wow, that's an even higher position than my brother, Vukon, had. He only made it to corporal. He probably would have made it all the way to captain if he hadn't... If he hadn't deserted his tribe for that strange girl he met on the road, he would have been one of the best. Who does that? Who just abandons their family and future like that?”

Vinicius was glad that me could fulfill one of her dreams, she deserved it, well in his eyes of course. But really, Vinicius saw that she proved herself to be a true warrior and soldier. However, he could be making a mistake due that he has not yet seen how she fares well with leadership, it may have been better to give her a promotion of corporal instead to see how she does with that position first instead of automatically allowing her to be captain. But also to Vinicius, he thought why not, soon in a few days he was going to crown some woman in a matter of one night, queen, so it did not seem to be a problem to move Sholeh up far in the ranks.

But he also noticed how she went to a dark place in her mind when brining up her brother, Vinicius could relate. He often visited his own nightmare when reflecting on the event that ended his father's life. He could see the frustration and sorrow instead, as did he experience it in his own self.

“Wait, this whole promotion thing isn't just another joke like the execution is it? Because I'd be disappointed, but I'd understand. I mean, I highly doubt the men that used to be my superiors are going to want to take orders from me. They barely see me as more than an annoying weapon to throw at the enemies.”

"Yes, I'm joking, I'm totally joking, ha ha," the lord spoke sarcastically, but then turned his eyes back to Sholeh. "No, being serious, I want you to be captain, perhaps your brave motives and courageous actions may influence those of lower ranks below you, and even those of same position, and maybe even my brother may be inspired. But if Zaheed were to praise you for anything, then I would say you were from the divine, for that is doing of the impossible. Yeah..."

Vinicius knew that Zaheed did not like Sholeh, even though it was him that started the wrestling match that got Vinicius to meet her in the first place. Zaheed hated Sholeh's stand against Vinicius, he saw it has rebellion, as treason, that she should no be rewarded, no but executed by a slow and painful death in example against all that side with defiance.

"But you shouldn't be looked as a weapon, no one should. I know that when I get a body count during aftermaths of battles, that it is not just a number, because it is a person. So many of our military leaders forget that, the thirst for blood has always ran rampant in this tribe. However, I never thought us perfect. But I also never thought us weak, either. And we won't be, not while I am king."




General Zaheed



As Bellistrad tossed his blue flames asunder to the General, Zaheed evoked a shield of infernos around him, protecting both himself and his horse, he fought fire with fire. Zaheed knew there was no defeat reckoned for him in this match against the exile, Zaheed preferred hungry fist over wagging tongues, he saw things better settle with violence rather than politics or talk, but he is not one to rush into battle, not if he has every ounce of belief inside that he was going to be the victor. No, Zaheed never just wanted to fight, he wanted to conquer, and to conquer successfully, you must be clever.

"If you want to kill me this bad, I must have slept with someone you like. Or your brother liked, which is worse. I would have rather gone to bed cold and alone!"

General Zaheed had to make his way to circle around Bellistrad, but he wanted to do it quietly, catching the young man off guard. Thus he stepped off from his horse, because he believed if he was going to do this right, the best thing would to have Bellistrad strangled in his grasp. But being practically silent is not quite realistic when equipped with his type of heavy armor, thus loud clunky noises sounded as he walked, Zaheed knew he needed a distracted, luckily Icarus, the raven, had flown and perched itself to its master's shoulder when seeing that he had arrived. Zaheed whispered to the bird to cause it great disturbance, and thus it listened and soared out and landed on the ground in front of Bellistrad, piercing loud and horrid screech through his sound barriers.

Though the bird sudden stopped, complete dead silence, but it had only ceased its screaming when Zaheed was finally behind Bellistrad, he pulled him into a choke hold, his blade against his neck, responding back to the taunt that was earlier made by Bellistrad, "Believe me you are doing the world a favor by returning to bed in solitude, just like Zotar." Zaheed dragged Bellistrad to a tree and pinned his body against the trunk, back facing him with his sword pressing against his back, if Bellistrad tried anything Zaheed could surely stab the blade through the boy. Zaheed's other hand held tight against his face, pushing his cheeks against the bark.

"I could kill you," Zaheed announce. "But that would be a waste of opportunity on my part. I still have some questions. Were you spying on me last night? Do tell the truth, I already have a headache from the screeching of my bird, I would have a bigger one due to your torturous screams if lies were to arise.."

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Bellistrad Indorial

Bellistrad kept his eye on Zaheed as he dismounted his horse and started towards him. While Bell had known the General since before he had achieved such a rank he had never been fond of him in the least. He was sure that a few of their past feelings would come out in this fight, feelings that Bellistrad wished to overcome and move on from as was the way of his beliefs. Emotional attachment to the past, or any attachment therefor, was only holding one's spirit back from it's true potential.

Bellistrad almost jumped however when a small raven stood in front of him making a loud ruckus. "Oh, so you are the one who sold me out eh? How nice of you to stop by." He had a profound respect for all living things and that included the raven despite it's part in Zaheed finding him. In an attempt to touch the bird Bellistrad gained a nasty peck to his finger followed by more noise.

"Well that wasn't nice, you..." Bellistrad's words were cut off by an arm around his throat and a sword at his back. All he could get out was a strangled chocking sound as he was pinned from behind by Zaheed. "Believe me you are doing the world a favor by returning to bed in solitude, just like Zotar." Being moved to the side of the road, Bell was thrust face first against a tree right beneath his pack which hung above their heads. Zaheed pressed the sword harder into his back as he spoke.

"I could kill you. But that would be a waste of opportunity on my part. I still have some questions. Were you spying on me last night? Do TELL THE TRUTH, I already have a headache from the screeching of my bird, I would have a bigger one due to your torturous screams if lies were to arise."

Bellistrad hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about, until he remembered seeing Zianro as well on the road last night. It all came together, either Zianro was selling out the Water Tribe to Zaheed, which was less than likely. Or Zaheed was selling out his brother to Zianro,which was almost a perfect plan for Zaheed to cook up. Bellistrad sighed and leaked sarcasm into his voice.

"Well, you are just too smart for me, you caught me red handed...or blue handed in this case." Blue flames were surrounding Bellistrad's hands which were coming up from underneath to grab Zaheed's sword blade, clamping his fingers on either side of the flat edge so he did not get cut. Channeling all his energy into his fingers Bellistrad would melt his way through Zaheed's sword cutting it in half and turning a good portion of it to slag.

Whipping around Bellistrad drops the sword pieces he was holding and shook the extra slag off of his hands so he did not get burned when his energy left his hands. "That's better. But seriously, no I did not stay on the road long enough to hear whatever was said. I was tired and wanted to find rest in the Water tribe. So you can just back off old man!" Striking with punches at Zaheed, he sent balls of blue fire out at him in an attempt to drive him further away. A long range battle was more in Bellistrad's favor.

Continuing the assault behind the many balls of flame, Bellistrad did sweeping kicks through the air to send arc of thin blue fire in Zaheed's direction, making him have to work in order to not be hit and put him on the defensive.

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General Zaheed


"Well, you are just too smart for me, you caught me red handed...or blue handed in this case."

General Zaheed could do nothing but watch as his sword melt to pieces, he was fast, and speed was not necessarily something Zaheed had on his side. No, he was a man of strength instead. Though Zaheed did have his way with fire, his signature move was to form shields and barricades of fire to protect him, thus the reason why he never carried a shield with, him, for he already equipped himself with one through the infernos flamed in his veins.

"That's better. But seriously, no I did not stay on the road long enough to hear whatever was said. I was tired and wanted to find rest in the Water tribe. So you can just back off old man!"

With each strike Bellistrad threw, Zaheed blocked, though when the balls of fire were hurled Zaheed dodged madly. Zaheed was not any general, he was general of the fire tribe, a people of war and bloodshed. And each day, when he once strived to gain his father's favor, Zaheed would drain all energy if it meant any training could please Zarfu. But as Bellistrad was striking again Zaheed gripped his wrist, swung in with an elbow to the opposite shoulder possibly popping it out of place or at least inflicting sufferable pain to the arm. But soon after the elbow strike Zaheed swept his other hand right around his neck, and when tight enough he used the other hand. Now with both hands fastened around the neck, causing dark noticeable bruises; Zaheed lifted Bellistrad off the ground revealing his immense strength.

"Old man?" he barked in question. "Funny, the eldest is called to the throne." After the comment there appeared to be a moment of glares and grimaces, Zaheed had Bellistrad in a position where the young man stared directing into the eyes of a beast. The amount of pressure Zaheed weighed against his neck was as if he was pounded all his bottled emotions and burdens onto him. But Zaheed knew he still had to be careful on not letting his flames pull out though he was putting his muscles under stress and strain. When Zaheed sensed Bellistrad was tapping out of consciousness, Zaheed dropped the boy. He knew he couldn't risk killing him nor knocking him out. When on the floor Zaheed put his foot against Bellistrad's cheek not crushing him but showing a symbol of dominance. Zaheed leaned over closer to Bellistrad to spit against his face, "Did you really think you had a chance? But like I said, I'm not going to kill. I'm going to use you, refuse and I give you slow and painful death, understand? You like travel? How about you be my little scout, ever heard of shapeshifters, I want to know if they are real, and your going to find out. And don't worry I have my eye on you, so don't even think about tattling on me." Zaheed whistled for Icarus whom perched against his shoulder first and then glided to Bellistrad and stood on Zaheed's foot against Bellistrad's face. "Icarus, my raven, special bird, will report to me on your progress, you like traveling, yes? It couldn't possible be that unmanageable of a task, yes?"

Zaheed moved his foot off of Bellistrad and headed back to his steed, "Now, be a good boy. I would hate to pay you another visit." Zaheed climbed onto his horse, "Count yourself lucky, Bellistrad." And with that Zaheed rode off as if nothing happened, but he had been awaiting for the day of the ball and soon the day he became king.

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Bellistrad's attack came swift and many, but he could not help but fall victim to the general's greater experience. He could not quite comprehend what had happened until after he was already on the ground, but he remembered a hand grasping his forearm and a sharp pain in his left shoulder. He was not sure but he thought his left upper arm bone was cracked down it's length. Now face down on the ground again Bellistrad could not move or speak as the pain was too much for him to bare, his chakra's becoming unfocused. He would have to align them later if he survived.

He could only hear part of Zaheed's words but he understood what he wanted him to do. Why shapeshifters, he thought. What part did they play in Zaheed's plans? He did not get another chance to think on it as Icarus landed near his face and stared at him like the bird thought Bellistrad's eyeball looked edible. When Zaheed departed Bellistrad began to assess the damage one body part at a time, making himself extremely aware of each part in turn so he could feel them without having to move.

Only his left arm seemed like it took any lasting damage. Eventually he could handle the pain and sat up then dragged himself to the nearest tree. Luckily that tree was the one with his pack still hanging from it, so Bellistrad cut the branch with a jet of flame an caught his pack as it fell. Taking out a blue crystal hookah from his pack Bellistrad placed some marijuana and powdered poppy seeds into the top portion of the hookah and incinerated the bundle with his flames, inhaling the entire amount of smoke through the water in the hookah and into his lungs.

The two mixed anti-pain herbs helped numb Bellistrad as he took a couple of sticks and a torn shirt out of his pack and made a splint and sling for his arm. It was makeshift but it would have to do. Slowly standing up Bellistrad slung his pack over his right arm and began his journey anew as if he had not just been brutalized. He still felt the bruises on his neck from Zaheed's man-handling and it would take awhile for them to fully disappear but he accepted their presence and switched his thoughts to more important things, like how he was supposed to find the shapeshifters before Zaheed decided he no longer needed Bellistrad anymore.

He decided that he might as well continue on his set course and head for the earth tribe, as it was his destination before the attack an he could search for rumors about the shape shifters there as well, plus get some rest for his injured arm. "Well, this has turned out to be quite the adventure already." Bellistrad has already left the battle ground behind as he motivates himself forward towards whatever destiny has in store for him.

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A large jet of steam rose out of the frozen lake, and with it came Sholeh and Bellistrad. The exile's blue flames had flash evaporated the water as he had grabbed hold of Sholeh. While he laid down on his back against the ice with Sholeh next to him he caught his breath from the large exertion of energy and wondered why he was even at Lakeshore in the first place. The answer was simple, a dream had shown him the lake while he was in Shadowfen and had sent him on horseback to Lakeshore as fast as he could ride. He hadnt even know someone was in trouble until he noticed Zaheed and some fire soldiers send one of their own out on the lake to die.

Bellistrad had waited until Zaheed had left to sneak out onto the ice and save the girl, who he assumed was now an exile just like he was. Fate, it seemed, had a sense of humor. Now slowly getting onto his knees as not to break the ice, he dragged Sholeh's unconcious form towards the shore where his horse was waiting and slung her over the back of it. "You are one lucky girl, you know that?" Taking the reins Bellistrad walked with the horse towards Lakeshore.

A friend of Bellistrad's gave him a house to rent for free, no questions asked. If they had known he had a fire tribe exile he was sure they would not have been so kind. He snuck her in the house and got her out of her clothes before she caught hypothermia, got her into a bed and covered her up in sheets. He warmed her with some of his energy before retiring into the next room to smoke a little out of his hookah and drink some tea to warm himself. The entire experience was nerve wracking for him, as it had been awhile since he had used that much energy at once. But he stayed awake until he heard movement in the room and made a second cup of tea for the girl, then went in to introduce himself.

Smiling at the girl as she was awake, he set the tea cup and saucer down next to the bed and did a low bow. "Hey, glad to see you are up. I am Bellistrad Indorial. Do not worry, I am a fire tribe exile like you are. Just dont tell anyone, and I wont either." He winks and sits in a chair near the bed."So, you must have a few questions. Shoot away."

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"Seize any suspicious characters, in case this 'serpent' epidemic is nothing more then a murderer on the loose. If it is, I want those responsible not only in chains, but with legs and arms broken. If it is a foreigner's then I will be even more angred. Oh, and wear your shin guards." Zianro said to some of the guards who walked out immediately to inform the soldiers. He had heard of what had happened, and he had to send for the healers to try and save lives before it was too late.

"You damned fool!" He said to himself. "If it is the work of the other tribes what can I do?! I had offered them love and peace, and one of them dares reward it with murder in the night, to wipe us out?! Wait..." Zianro stopped his ranting and half realized several things as he stormed towards the dungeons. He knew he had to see one man and one man alone for suspicions like this.

Upon reaching Vinicius's cell he simply used his own set of keys to unlock the door and walk in, slamming the door on his way in. He looked at an ice cold bucket of water and used his magic to wake up the prisoner. "Wake up Zotar. We are going to talk, more like I'm going to talk and you answer me when I'm done." Zianro stated as he sat on his bucket. "Something is out in my city this very night attacking my citizens. If I find this is a ploy of some kind by some loyalists of yours to try and rescue you and challenge Zaheed I will be very mad. Because I want to help you, really I do. But your hatred for other tribes has got to stop first and realize Imos needs all tribes. Otherwise, I cannot speak for your freedom. I could even make you a slave with a new name. Or I could torture you again and again."

Zianro then smiled a most chilling smile, a smile that also matched the dragon part of his title. "He banished the girl you know. The one you were with. To my lands of all places. Looks like the new King, yes King not Lord, wants all loose ends tied. If Zaheed has his way everything that our forefathers envisioned for us will fade away like moths in a flame."

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Na'ari was riding through the Water lands in silent patrol, seeking out the Exile his lord was telling him about. Though, he was unsure of where to start, or how to find her. Long had he pondered on how to find her or whom to turn to. He knew of one other exile who was actually a friendly type of person, so maybe it wasn't a bad idea to find and pay him a visit if he was in town.

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'Reap what you sow,' Reshar thought to himself as he looked at the dead body of Borz Hilk. A skilled warrior to be sure, those were always tricky to catch off guard, especially in situations like this when one's guard is naturally high. Reshar removed the dart from the dead man's neck. It was a more visible than he would have liked but there was something he could do about that. He chanted softly and made a cosmetic affect and simply healed the skin over the wound while leaving the poison inside the body.

The man before Reshar had single handedly be the cause of several deaths from the Earth tribe. Nobody Reshar was close to, but he wasn't really close to anyone. He hid the body in some bushes nearby and caused it to over grow to conceal the body a little easier.

'This person is rather thorough,' Reshar thought as he couldn't help but admire someone that would still consider the killer being an actual person. Reshar considered the need to kill someone this skilled, but remembering the list, knew that orders were absolute. If the name wasn't there, then their life was extended a little longer. Death was simply part of the cycle. Reshar was just one that sped that cycle up for certain individuals.

'Now to wrap this up and head to the land of the Air tribe.' Reshar thought as he began to plan his escape. Should he slip into the crowd or simply disappear into the woods. The last target was a young woman. She had noble blood and her name was well known. With this the quota will be complete. An influential merchant, a famous warrior, and soon a noble born. The message will be clear that no one is safe and shall serve as a way of keeping the countries in check. Though personally the collection isn't the same without a Royalty dead as well, but apparently the Warden doesn't wish to escalate things too far too fast.

Reshar watched the scared young woman moved with her guards and they were quite skillful.
'This was going to be a little annoying,' he thought to himself.

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Na'ari soon came upon a house in his riding, close to the shore, and knew if he would have any luck finding an exile, a remote house near the lake would be the perfect place to find them, so first he'd search there. He approached the door, but hesitated in knocking, if someone else answered it would be embarrassing for him as a Right Hand. So, thinking on his feet, he knocked on the door and said, "Belistrad. If you're in there, give me a reply knock." Then, if Na'ari received no reply, then he'll know he's at the wrong house, and thus, he waited.

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Zianro rubbed his temples. He had heard rumors of what the guards were doing and that several aristocrats were in shock about the whole thing. "This is the last thing I wanted. A place that's afraid...whoever did this wanted my people to be afraid. Not me, my people. Whoever did this they're going to pay, and they'll pay heavy. Then I'll calm the people's fears."

He was approached by a guard. "Sir, we've caught one plausible suspect. A water exile. We see no reason to further the search any furt-"

"Seek out more anyway. Any foreigner who even looks suspicious, detain." Zianro stated. He silently vowed in his mind that he would not be made a fool of.

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A knock on the houses door alerted Bellistrad to the presence of someone at the door. It seemed that the girl exile had fallen asleep again before he had ever gotten the chance to talk to her. Bell left the tea still hot next to her bed as he left to deal with the stranger outside. He walked up to the door and channeled his energies into his eyes. With great practice Bellistrad had perfect the heat sense ability to allow him to even see heat as colors, and using his intense control over his energies he could see who was on the other side of the door.

He recognized the man as Zianro's right hand, Na'ari Aurelis. He had helped him from time to time by talking with him and giving him spiritual guidance, as well as gained favor with Zianro through him so his fire-bending abilities remained a secret to the public. The man was one of the few Bellistrad truly trusted to let him pass through that door unscathed. Opening the door Bellistrad bowed low to show his respect for Na'ari. "Hello old friend, what brings you here tonight? I hope it has nothing to do with the fire tribe, I am tired of hearing about my old people recently."

Bellistrad moved out of the doorway to let Na'ari inside, moving to the floor mats set around a short table with his hookah and the tea kettle on it. Pooring Na'ari some tea Bellistrad sat in a relaxed position and took a few tokes of his marijuana before offering the hookah's tube to Na'ari if he wished to partake in the smoking."Tell me this, has Zianro done anything rash recently? I hope his dealing with Zaheed did not go as sour as mine. Whatever they have or had planned I want to get to the bottom of it." He also wanted something to blackmail Zaheed with to get him off Zaheed's bounty list.

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Na'ari waited for a moment and just when he thought it would be no one at the door to respond, Bellistrad answered and bade him to come in. This the warrior did as politely as possible and followed the Fire Exile to his sitting room. Often had he come here seeking some form of spiritual guidance. He found it interesting at best but it didn't really help him much to quell his fears of what happened after death.

He sat down and took the cup of tea as offered. He then looked at the hookah and out of respect, took a small puff to make sure he was still level headed to make coherent responses. It was then the Exile posed his question. "Zianro? Anything rash? Not from what I know, aside from flirting with a woman who studies dead bodies. As for any dealing with Zaheed I am not sure. But Zianro gave me a strange request, something to do with possibly another exile from your nation. However, whom I don't know. It would seem possible he has a political enemy of Zaheed, but I'm not a big thinker of politics. I'm just the enforcer of the law, and have to swing my sword at every banit on the road." Na'ari heaved a sigh, he the pondered over why Belistrad asked him such a question.

"Also, whatever you're thinking I'd try to avoid. I have a feeling Zaheed is a hard man to negotiate with. I'd advise you stay low until Zaheed is off your scent." He stated, "Anyway, I thought you'd enlighten me if there had been any recent events in terms of new exiles."

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Bellistrad sat sucking on the hookah tube for a moment or two as he processed what Na'ari was telling him. Some things were obvious immediately, such as the fact that Zainro was keeping information about Zaheed's plans a secret from even his most trusted friend Na'ari. This meant whatever was going on in the Fire Tribe was big and involved Zainro in some way. Then Na'ari mentioned something that left Bell feeling cold, he mentioned another fire exile. A few things clicked into place at this point and it showed on Bell's face. He stood up fast and stared into space as his brain put it all together.

If Na'ari knew about the exile than only Zainro would be able to tell him that, since he was in on Zaheed's plans. But the thing is, Zainro would not care about the fire exile unless he could use her as a pawn in whatever game he was playing. He was not the kind f man to be malicious and consorting but he also would never miss an opprotunity to further his goals. What did this girl mean to Zainro?

"Na'ari, before I tell you what I know, I want you to answer this one question and then listen to what I say and believe it. Promise me this." He waits for Na'ari to say his promise before he speaks. "Now think hard on this, has Zainro got a new favorite prisoner in his dungeons? Someone with fire abilities that need to be suppressed perhaps?" If Zainro has another fire bender in his jails it would more than likely be Zotar, considering the information. Zaheed might have already set his plan in motion and Bellistrad was too blind by fear of Zaheed to see it.

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Na'ari thought about it and gave a small shrug. "I know not if he has a new prisoner or not. And I doubt he plays favorited. I would have to be in town to figure out this sort of news. I was away hunting bandits mind you." He stated, gulping another swallow of tea. "All I know right now is his flirting with a local noble's daughter. But what's this theory of yours, since I know you got one inside you?"

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Zianro knew he had to go have a look at the man they caught, however, he ordered his guards to examine every unknown individual in the city, foreigner or no. He walked into the cell holding the man and his eyes turned wide. "Lu Feng." He said in a small gasp, he knew this exile's reputation. "The blood manipulator. There is no way in all of Imos you're the perpetrator I want, yet, as I remember, you were exiled for your ability, Crimson Wolf. Why did you dare to come back here at the wrong place at the wrong time? Why did the guards, upon recognizing you thought you'd serve as a scapegoat for my wrath if they found nothing? Are you even aware of what's going on?"

Zianro's patience was at the edge at this moment. None of his talks with Vinicius helped. He needed the one trump card he knew was somewhere in his lands no thanks to Zaheed. If he could find her, he could convince Zotar to join his cause for universal peace, and find a way to calm the Earth Tribe and to possibly stop Zaheed from destroying them and causing an imbalance amongst Imos. "Why did you come back, Wolf?"

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What Na'ari had said was enough to convince Bellistrad that Zotar was in Lakeshore, a captive of Zianro. That meant that Zaheed was in total control of the Firetribe and that Zianro had participated. There was probably a deal for peace struck secretly between the two. He sighed and moved around Na'ari to the bedroom door at his back. "I understand now, Na'ari. And as I promised, I will let you know about the exile." Bellistrad opened the door and revealed the sleeping woman in the other room. Bellistrad got in front of the open doorway and crouched into a fire bending stance."If you want her, than you have to go through me. I know Zianro wants her for some sort of bargain. Are you with me or your king?" Bellistrad collected blue flames into his hands and burst the flames hotter and larger to encompass his entire forearms, then sent the flames with a wave of his hands in a wave towards Na'ari, at an angle that would mostly miss him anyway.

The attack was more of a light show than an attack meant to harm, Bellistrad mostly wanted to scare Na'ari into a fight. A smirk on his face proved it, he was just playing with him. It was all part of Bellistrad's plan to get to Zotar and perhaps get him free. It would however include first getting thrown into the Lakeshore jails.

"Fight me for your honor Na'ari! Win the exile for your lord!" The move was so far out of character for Bellistrad that he even had trouble not laughing while he as goading Na'ari to fight. But he had to have fun with it as well, he had always wanted to fight Na'ari or even Zianro just to get to know them and their ways of Water. This was his chance to learn those ways, and even risk his life along with both the woman exile and Zotar in the process. A risky business looking out for the tribes well being, but Bellistrad thought he was up for the task.

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Na'ari ducked backwards in shock from Belistrad's sudden assault. He landed straight on is back an his eyes widened. "Have you lost your mind?!" He yelled out. He genuinely could not understand what was going on. He gripped his sword's handle tight as he glowered. He just wanted information not a fight. Plus he couldn't tell if the woman Belistrad was protecting was the one he was looking for.

"Enough! Cut it out right now! You crazy loon, what's your problem?!" He shouted as he opened his canteen and threw a whip around his opponents feet to knock him off balance as that he could put the weight of his armored boot on top of him to pin him. "I just came for info! I wasn't even prepared for a fight you got that?! I swear to God, if it wasn't for the fact there was a woman present I'd knock you out!"

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Zianro smiled. "It is an honor you are considerate. Most find me quite the boring to have a nice lunch with conversations with me." He stated. "I'll make sure the cook will be informed I'll have a guest for lunch so that the necessary arrangements are made. I'll have someone send for your brother so that he can gain his father's position as adviser. I'd love to get to know his character." With that, he sat on his throne with a content smile on his face. He half wondered what on earth Na'ari was doing at that exact moment in time.

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Na'ari's words did not register for Bellistrad, he was only focusing on the moves Na'ari made. The water bender opened a canteen of water at his hip and strung it out in a long whip, which wrapped around Bell's ankles and tripped him to the ground. Na'ari quickly pinned him down with his boot to hold him in place. The entire beauty of the water style fascinated Bellistrad and actually made him smile despite having just been pinned to the floor."Well,Na'ari, I must congratulate you on your work apprehending me. You better take me to prison now." His voice was sarcastic as he held up his hands and waited for Na'ari to shackle him. Closing his eyes, Bellistrad opened his eighth chakra and went into a sleep like trance, his mind leaving his body to enter the ether for a time. Bellistrad kept his mind in a comforting place during his trance, for he knew where he woke up might not be as pleasant.

When Bellistrad came to a few hours later, his arms were shackled behind him where he hang; with his shirt missing, along with his shoes and belt. The room in which he hung from the wall was dark and cramped. Every muscle in his body ached and was shivering in the cold moist air. Bellistrad brought up his energy and warmed his body to stop the shivering, and even went as far as to blow a small flame into the air that formed into a floating globe of flame illuminating the cell. Immediately a bucket of ice water was dumped onto his head and over his body. The sudden cold made him scream out in pain, the water giving his system a shock to his energy fields. He convulsed for several minutes before hanging limp from the chains, his light put out.

Now more determined to break out, Bellistrad gathered his will and recharged his chakra system, his hands bursting into blue flames extra hot with his intense willpower. Bellistrad's battle cry was long and loud as his energy got hotter and hotter until the chains melted and broke free. Falling to the wet floor of the cell, Bell hit the ground hard and crumpled down on his hands and knees. He made sure nothing was out of place before standing and going towards the steel prison door. He was ready to break out Zotar... and maybe hurt some water benders if need be.

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"Ah, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lord DeSoleh. Please come closer and have a seat. I've invited you here for lunch to discuss certain developments that may interest you." Zianro stated as he got comfortable and waited for the servants to do so. "So I must first, as I have done before, is that you accept my condolences for the loss of a member of your family."

He then rubbed his hands together in musing. "I also must announce that due to your loss, your father has somehow seen that he is unfit to continue his position as the DeSoleh family adviser seat in my court. He resigned this morning. This is why your sister has suggested a proper replacement. You, Eden."

He extended his hand to the eldest sibling of the family. "I openly invite you to take your father's position as adviser. Should you accept it."

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Na'ari was pacing near a tavern in town, wondering what the heck was going on. Belistrad acted strange and he suspected Zianro of some form of foul play. He decided to stick the exile in one of the dungeons away from the Royal dungeons and observe his movements. If Zianro lied to Na'ari about something he had a right to know about it. "What the hell is going on...?"

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The two guards outside of Bellistrad's cell were suddenly alarmed when the door began to get brighter and glow a dull orange. The brighter the door became the hotter the guards got. They pointed their spears at the cell door and got on the opposite side of the hallway, which was their mistake. The cell door suddenly exploded outwards with jets of blue fire exiting out the edges. The large slab of iron smashed the two guards and knocked them out,pinning their bodies against the wall. Smoke poured out of the doorway as Bellistrad walked out of the once confining room.

Stretching his arms and shoulders before continuing down the hall,leaving the Water Tribes-men where they were. He was not one for stealth anyway. The halls were moist and dark which made navigation difficult if one did not know the way around, but after a half hour of walking Bellistrad found what he was looking for. A single door at the end of the hall with another two guards in front of it. This room must have an important prisoner, which meant it was probably Zotar. Bellistrad did not bother sneaking around the guards, which he soon regretted. He walked right into their field of view and shot a couple pillars of fire in their direction, but these two guards were no push-overs. They were well trained, and rolled out of Bellistrad's attack.

They responded to Bellistrad's fire with water held in canteens on their waists just like Na'ari. The whips and small waves pushed Bellistrad back until he was nearly against a wall. Now exhausted from dodging the water Bellistrad had to charge his chakras in order to keep up and turn the attack back on them. Blowing a large torrent of flame out of his mouth, the fire poured across the ground and rose up as it reached the men, pushing them as water would against the back wall and knocking them unconscious.

As the two warriors slid to the ground Bellistrad went up to the door they had been guarding and charged his fist with flame before punching the lock through and out the other side. Pushing the door open slowly Bellistrad got his first look into the dark cell. Unlike his cell there was no bucket of water to quench the heat of a fire bender. Instead it was a bare room with a single dark haired male inhabiting it. The male was not who Bellistrad was looking for but he indeed did look important in some way.

Feeling the need to help even those damned to prison Bellistrad used thin flames to cut through the man's bonds and helped him up. "I don't know who you are but if you want to get out of here you follow me and stay quiet." Without waiting for a response Bellistrad left the cell and went down a new corridor. Bellistrad decided to go to the highest floor, and using his heat sensing abilities, went to the warmest corner of the dungeon where the staircase leading both up and down was located. Bellistrad jumped up the stairs two at a time and ran smack into a couple of guards.

He dived in between the two and knocked them both to the ground with a burst of flame from his fists. Running as fast as he could up the rest of the stairs he rushed into what seemed like a large hall with a handful of soldiers and a couple of nobles. Waving at the nobles Bellistrad dodged around the guards and out a door which only led to a balcony overlooking the lake. Cursing, Bellistrad saw no choice. He dived off into the lake and hit it feet first.

A half hour later Bellistrad climbed out of the lake onto a private dock in the city drenched from head to foot. He didn't even know if that prisoner was still following, and if he was Bellistrad did not care. His body was in pain from the water working against his fire-tuned body. Luckily it seemed that no one was nearby, so he thought it safe to warm himself with some fire here and there. He was lucky to be alive after that venture, and all he had achieved was freeing one prisoner he didn't even know. He would have to go to Airedale and get some rest and relaxation before he tried to get to Zotar again.

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After a full days journey and a restless night Bellistrad had finally come to the gate of Airedale. He was exhausted and hungry, so of course the first place he would go was the tavern. Reaching into his pocket Bell took out his Airedale pass that he had purchased his first trip into the village. The guards saw it and let him in right away without question, recognizing him from his earlier travels in the region. Thankfully the tavern was open and he walked right in and found a spot to slid into. He was thankful for the opportunity to rest and awaited for the barmaiden to come and take his order.

When she came Bellistrad's attitude changed to a less tired more bright and cheery one. "Hey. Can I get a cup of chamomile tea please?" After his order he gazed around the tavern. The occupancy was mainly Air tribe citizens, most were here to partake in the food and conversation. One however seemed down and dreadful. It was time for Bellistrad to do what he did best, help others. As soon as his tea arrived he moved it and himself as well as his pack to the table with the saddened patron. He looked young, perhaps even younger than Bellistrad.

"Hey there. Sorry to bother you but you seem like you need some help. My name is Bellistrad Indorial, spiritual guide of Imos. Might I ask your name and occupation.?" He takes a drink of his tea and feels the warmth fill his body, recharging his chakras as well as his fire energy. It was almost the exact opposite of this man's chakra system, weak and frail, perhaps even corrupted by his own emotions. This would take some work on Bellistrad's part to fix him. None-the-less he was determined to help this poor soul.

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People came and left the tavern while Cailu still was seated in his dark corner, hiding from the outer world. Sulking like he usually did. Even though he didn't have anything to actually be depressed about at the moment he was still sitting there looking as if his world was falling apart while drawing circles with his fingers on the table. But even though he knew it was his own fault he couldn't help but dislike it all, if it wasn't for the fact that Felicity had shown up and slapped his mind back to reality he would probably be on his way to Northpass by now.

He was deep in thoughts when the strange man approached him and even though Cailu did notice the movements in the corner of his eye he didn't care enough to look properly. In his head he just assumed the man was searching for somewhere to sit, Cailu didn't care. But when the chair's legs could be heard scraping against the floor Cailu looked up at the stranger for the first time, furrowing his eyebrows when he noticed that it was a foreigner. Like always in Airedale it wasn't hard to tell the locals from the rest, they lacked the white hair. At least the younger ones.

"Hey there. Sorry to bother you but you seem like you need some help. My name is Bellistrad Indorial, spiritual guide of Imos. Might I ask your name and occupation.?"

The name sounded familiar, but Cailu couldn't really remember why. He just had a feeling that Ara probably knew who this man was, he had a faint memory of her mentioning the name. So he just guessed that it was something that made the man stand out from the crowd apart from the hair.

It took a while for Cailu to answer the man, he just sat there quietly while watching him. He was hoping for the man to go away and leave him be again, but since that wasn't happening he just mumbled out the answer, "I'm Cailu Elre..." He didn't think it was worth mentioning his occupation, even though the man was foreigner and hadn't seen the Air tribe's leader's face before Cailu just assumed he had at least heard the name.



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The conversation continued to go on once the owner returned to the table when everyone that begged to be served had gotten what they wanted. It wasn't much of importance that got mentioned, it was mainly Eden who was once again bragging about his new position once more. But this time even louder, as if he wanted the whole inn to hear it. Which obviously was the case. He wanted the whole wide world to hear his announcement. That he stood above the rest. When drunk all of Eden's bad traits he hid so well while being sober got exposed, it was as if he turned into someone completely different.

As time went by nothing turned for the better, it in fact got worse. It got to that point that not even Eden's oldest friend could defend his behavior and tried to calm the man down while putting his hand on Eden's shoulder while trying to convince him that he had probably had enough to drink. That only led to Eden getting even more annoyed and without lifting the cup itself he splashed what was left in the owner's face.

"Don't dare to speak like that to me! Never tell me what I can or cannot do, I decide when I've had enough!" By now when speaking Eden's voice had gotten low and languorous, he couldn't speak correctly anymore.

The owner didn't say anything more after Eden's outburst, he just wiped his face in silence while Eden continued to talk about this and that. Eden didn't even acknowledge the fact that his friend had stopped answering him. He was happy just talking to himself. After a while of more talk about himself Eden sluggishly placed his hand over his mouth while looking as if he was trying to figure out the mysteries of the world. He was thinking hard, not because he was usually stupid but because he at this point had forgotten everything because of the daze in his head.

"I heard a rather strange tale yesterday when I was searching for Embla with the others..." Eden began but seemed to sink down into deep thoughts again, thinking so hard that he got more wrinkles all over his face. "My younger brother... Uh... I don't remember which of them... They look so damn alike... He told me this strange thing... Uh... What was it... Oh yeah! Apparently our family home got visited by some palace guard yesterday morning, they were accompanied by Eirene. You won't believe what they had with them! According to... Uh... Ee- Whoever it was of them, he said that they carried a body with them. And when they left they didn't carry it with them anymore. Can you believe it?"

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Cailu Elre, the name of the Air Tribe's new leader. Bellistrad did not show any emotion besides curiosity at the name, but if this was the air leader he was far out of his league. The man needed help and Bellistrad was going to be the one to help him... even if he didn't want it. "Well, Cailu, no offense but you look really low. And my job description is to help people like you no matter the cost to myself. So, are you going to tell me what you need help with or is this going to be more difficult?" His voice was not threatening but straight to the point, even up-beat if you could call it that.

Bellistrad leaned in close and laid a hand on Cailu's, which normally would be strange but Bellistrad did not care what people thought. He sent a small amount of his fire energy into Cailu, warming him and if Cailu accepted the energy it would relieve the stress that he felt. On the other hand if he rejected it his fingers would give off a small amount steam. "Please, trust me. I may not know you but I can see the hurt in your energy... I mean, eyes. I used to have that pain as well. Then I learned my purpose in this life." Bellistrad moved his hand away from Cailu and picked up his tea again and took a sip, thinking it a little too cold and heated it with his energy before drinking it down fast in one gulp. He let out a loud sigh and leaned back in his chair.

"In the end I can only help the willing, but if you resist my help than it will take a lot longer to get rid of me." Bellistrad winked and let his blue hair fall in front of his eyes, obscuring them. It was impossible to tell if he was already asleep or not but he did not move from this position until either Cailu answered him with a yes or he was interrupted otherwise.

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"Well, Cailu, no offense but you look really low. And my job description is to help people like you no matter the cost to myself. So, are you going to tell me what you need help with or is this going to be more difficult?"

More difficult, Cailu wondered slightly what the man meant by that mainly because Cailu didn't felt like answering him. Cailu had always been a man of few words and even more so when he talked to a stranger, or more like unless it was Ara which he spoke with. Everyone was so difficult to talk with and he didn't even know why. So this only lead to him sitting there with his mouth shut while staring down at the worn out tree table.

At least that was his plan all along but when he suddenly felt the warmth upon his hand he quickly withdrew it from the grasp of Bellistrad, "W-Why did you do that?!" Just as he stuttered out his concerns his eyes noticed the suspicions steam coming off the hand he now held closely to his body and in shock he let out his concerns in a single exhalation, "You're a fire bender?!"

If Cailu had remembered the man he would be more understanding, but it was obvious that the fire benders last visits to Airedale was when Ara's father was the one who run the tribe. Even though the Air tribe didn't do anything to prevent it or show their disapproval how the Fire tribe acted. But it was the fact that if there was one tribe that the Air tribe really disliked, more like hated, it was those who bent the fire. So usually they weren't allowed to enter their little village but here one was and it was a huge shock to Cailu that one of them had been able to infiltrate their land even further.

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Bellistrad opened one eye and leaned forward a little to make sure Cailu was paying attention to him."Technically I am an exile of that tribe, but yes I can use fire magic. Don't worry, I only use fire to harm when absolutely necessary. Which has been a lot recently, and that bastard Zaheed is to blame. I am only in your village to relax and now that you are sulking in a corner I am here to help you." Bellistrad stood and picked up his pack, slipping it over his shoulders and bowed low to Cailu.

"I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, I will see you tomorrow at dawn to start your healing process. And don't try to get out of it, you would only be cutting yourself off from the world even more." With that Bellistrad left the tavern and went out into the village. He attempted to find someone he could stay with, but it seemed that many people had either forgotten him or did not want a foreigner in their home. So unfortunately Bell ended up in one of the abandoned houses that evening with only what provisions he had left. He was also running low on inhalants, so he only smoked half of his usual dose for sleep that night.

Before bed Bellistrad sat cross-legged and began to meditate, sparking all of his chakras into flame from the bottom one by one until he reached his Eighth chakra and astral projected. This night as his spirit left his body Bell traveled to Cailu wherever his was. What Bell saw was not his body but his spirit. The weak, self-degrading crumpled soul was in need of repair and soon. Bellistrad could not do much for Cailu directly even while in his body, Cailu had to help himself. But Bell could give him a hard shove in the right direction.

Bell began by stimulating the Root Chakra, the lowest energy center located at the base of the spine. It was tuned to Earth and dealt with survival and fear. Without this chakra one could hardly function and the rest of the chakra's are starved of energy that comes in through the red energy field. Bellistrad opened this chakra for Cailu and sparked it with energy, allowing him to take in nature's energy again. This was all he could do for the moment, and hopefully Cailu would feel the difference soon as he began his journey of recovery.

Returning to his body, Bellistrad laid on his rolled out mat and let himself fall asleep, dreaming of the Air Tribe and it's people.

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"Technically I am an exile of that tribe, but yes I can use fire magic. Don't worry, I only use fire to harm when absolutely necessary. Which has been a lot recently, and that bastard Zaheed is to blame. I am only in your village to relax and now that you are sulking in a corner I am here to help you."

Cailu immediately relax a little when the man admitted to being exiled from the tribe, if that was the case he didn't need to worry about having the fire tribe knocking at the front gate any minute. If he had to deal with something like that as well as being on his own now, it would be too much. Something like that would just be too big for him to handle by himself, he would panic and not know what to do. He would embarrass not only himself but the tribe and Ara as well, make them all look bad.

"I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, I will see you tomorrow at dawn to start your healing process. And don't try to get out of it, you would only be cutting yourself off from the world even more."

When the strange man left the table once more Cailu just scratched his chin in confusement, the man spoke of them meeting again the next morning. But was it an order or would the man just show up at the front door and knock? It was not like he could go to the wrong house, it was obvious which house the leader lived in and it was not that hard to find for a person that had never been there either. It was in the center of the village, whichever way you took you would be able to find it at some point.

For a while Cailu continued to ponder upon the strange man’s words and what he could have meant by that. It was not like the man could give orders to Cailu, it was Cailu who ran this town. He was the one giving out orders, even though it hadn't been many the last couple of weeks. But it just felt so strange. Whatever idea he man now had Cailu doubted he wanted to be a part of it.

When the outside world got darker Cailu in the end decided to leave the tavern so he just pulled the hood of his cloak lower again before greeting Felicity goodbye and left.



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The hours got long and dreadful when you were sitting inside the room without no windows located in the castle's basement. Sure, Deborah had everything she could wish for and more down there. It was so much more than what she had gotten before, but even though she had all of those worldly thing it still didn't make her presence down there more stand able. She wasn't a lover of human interaction and she had never been one, but to never actually meet anyone else but castle guards from time to time and only have four compact stone walls to stare at. It could break anybody in the end.

It got to her, the loneliness and lack of human voices. Even though she wasn't forced to stay inside the castle she had, mainly because she knew that she needed to be available to find once the king felt like meeting her again. If she was gone when that was going to happen she guessed he would be even more dissatisfied with her. Why he even was that in the first place was not something she could understand but she didn't try to understand it either. She just knew that he kept his distance and that was why she felt like the walls was getting closer to her, making it hard to breathe since he was the only one she actually spoke to inside this huge pile of stones.

So when she couldn't stand it anymore, when it felt like her solitude would lead to her mind actually breaking apart she left the castle in the end. Not caring about being available when the king needed her, it was not her problem anymore. What was he going to do about it anyway? She wasn't chained to the walls. Once outside it felt like she finally could breathe with ease, she wasn't running away - she took a break from being someone else’s property.

She had no destination, no one she wanted to visit or talk to. Actually she didn't have any plans to interact with anyone outside either, it was just a relief to have people around her and hear their conversations like some distant murmur instead of the echoes of footsteps in the dungeons. But her peaceful stroll got disturbed by someone suddenly shouting for help. Did Deborah usually help people? No. It was not something that came naturally for her. The fact that she helped the king was mainly because that was what she was supposed to do, she had gotten chosen and of course she wanted to prove that she indeed was the best one for the job.

But just today because she in fact had the thief running towards her she choose to help. But it wasn't because she wanted to help, she was annoyed and angry after being forsaken for so long that she just happened to let the poor man be the outlet of those feelings. What she did was simply punch the man when he was about to pass her, and to be honest to feel the impact of her knuckles and the man’s body was wonderful. It was like all of her stress just ran off her and turned into a small puddle on the ground.

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Bellistrad awoke stiff and still a little tired from the energy he had expended the night before. The sun was just rising over the horizon as he sat up and yawned into his hand. He fixed his hair, had a small meal of bread and fruit, smoked his hookah and finally did some yoga before heading out towards Cailu's mansion. He yawned his way to the front door and was stopped short by a single guard outside. "State your business, outlander." The guard said to Bellistrad with a tired gruff tone. Bellistrad gave him a smile and held out a hand to him.

"Hi! I have an appointment for Cailu this morning. He is in dire need of a spiritual cleansing." Bell must not be the only one who noticed Cailu's shadowy attitude, for the guard sighed and stepped to one side and opened the door. "Finally, we have been worried about him as of late. Do what you can for him, and for our village." Bellistrad bowed to the guard and walked inside. He immediately took stock of the interior, which looked in disarray and in need of cleaning. He did not see any servants around, which was odd.

He ignored the turmoil of the mansion and concentrated his fire magic to his eyes. Opening them, they glowed neon blue as he saw and felt the heat of every living thing in the house. There were tons of rats and flies in the house, but only one human soul still sleeping in bed. Shaking his head Bellistrad made his way to the sleeping man. He opened the door to the room slowly and took a seat at the foot of Cailu's bed, sitting cross legged on a chest there and took his hookah out of his pack. Smoking the hookah while he waited he wondered how the smoke would effect an air bender, since the air was being filled with the marijuana smoke.

This thought process continued on until Cailu awoke. Bellistrad would notice immediately as his body heat would increase with awakening, and he immediately smiled at the young man. "Good morning. You sure sleep in late. Tell me, what was your dream?"

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“Your intimidations will not scare me away.”

The only response given was a shrug of the shoulders and a roll of her eyes, Deborah didn't get impressed by the woman’s guts. She found them foolish if anything, like she lacked some sort of survival instinct or was just plain stupid. But there had to be people like that in the world as well presumably, Deborah was probably one of them as well since she time after time challenged or got on the kings nerves even though she knew he was the one who held her life and wellbeing in his hands. Perhaps it was the reason why the woman annoyed Deborah even more, she reminded her of how mindless she was herself.

“It is a shame you have such a beautiful power. Its potential is wasted when used in such ugly ways.”

Once again she simply shrugged as she let the ball of light out of her, revealing it to the world. She wasn't ashamed, true she had been once since she wasn't a true fire bender but it was like the woman said. A beautiful power, but also a strong one which was what Deborah put most of her focus on. "You may think it's used in ugly ways but powerful people have found it rather impressive. Why try to be good when the rest of the world is rotten? I choose to just follow the flow and act like everyone else, whatever keeps me alive at the end of the day is good enough for me."

For once in this argument Deborah didn't insult the woman at all, at least not intentionally, the only thing she spoke was what she found to be the truth. It was her way of life and if people had a problem with that it was something that would only bother them, because she knew what had kept her alive. And landed her a place in the castle as well, if she had focused on something like lightshows because they simply was pretty she doubted that the king would even glance her way.



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If the mansion had looked torn and worn out before it was nothing compared to its state at this point. It was like a dead shell, like everything inside it had abandoned it, fled the darkness and sadness which had consumed it. All by himself like always lied Cailu, sleeping. It was the only way for him to hide from the hatred that flooded over him from the tribe. The traitor. He couldn't take it anymore, it was all too much.

But even though Cailu wished to stay inside his dreams and escape reality there was a limit to that as well. Even though it took him a while to awake fully he did notice there was something different with the air around him. But he didn't have the strength to think about it too much, he just stretched out and yawned before slowly sitting up instead.

"Good morning. You sure sleep in late. Tell me, what was your dream?"

The stranger words awoke Cailu rapid, shocked he stared at the man sitting at the end of his bed as if it was something normal. In his tired state Cailu had no memory of what had happened the night before so it wasn't all that strange that he swept his hands towards the man. Making a harsh wind hit him so he was knocked to the ground in self-defense. Because strangers in the bedroom when you wake up would startle anyone, at least it gave Cailu a small heart attack.

After he had done it last night’s conversation made itself reminded in the back of his head and with a rather gloomy mood Cailu swept the blanket around him before standing up, "Oh... It's you..."

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Bellistrad went from sitting on the chest and happily smoking away to sprawled on the floor and his blue crystal hookah broken around him. The hookah water sizzled on Bellistrad's skin and made him let out a cry of pain. Normally his pain tolerance was a lot higher and he would not have cried out, but the suddenness of the strike of wind had startled him and scatter his self control. He would have to keep his guard up around Cailu, if he ever looses his nerve again.

Then Bellistrad relaxed and let out a wild laugh. Jumping up onto his feet again Bellistrad began picking up the pieces of blue crystal on the ground that had been his hookah. "Now that is what I am looking for! I am always awed by the natural flow of Wind! You sir have a gift. A gift of the throne of an elemental village. But you fear the responsibility of your title.Now allow me to help you learn how to use it." Bellistrad had gathered all the pieces of the hookah and had assembled them in the proper place like a puzzle. Using his fingers Bell applied a blue flame to the cracks and sealed them, melting the crystal and fusing the hookah into one piece again almost like new. He then replaced the metal throat of the hookah into the crystal and finally the tube.

Bellistrad's face lit up in a look of eternal joy over his accomplishment. That one expression showed just how happy he could be from the simplest of things. It also showed a piece of his soul, enlightened and pure. Placing the hookah on the chest Bellistrad turned once more to Cailu and smiles wide at him. "Ready to begin?"

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“Your life is sad because you let people control you. You limit yourself so much when its clear from your power your life is meant for great things. You should leave this city because the rest of the world is so much different.”

It was all just a matter of perspective, different people would suggest different things. And Deborah guessed that this stranger wouldn't exactly call working for the new fire king was a great thing. But to Deborah it was, even though he was a rather harsh and strange person. But the king was the first one to actually see her power as something great in its own special way and not something abnormal and faulty. Which probably was the reason to why she ended up being a servant to the man. So the stranger was right in one thing, Deborah did end up letting someone control her even though she did try to fight the amount of control he had over her.

"Leaving is easier said than done. As I said, powerful people found my powers impressive, impressive enough to hire me of all people," As she spoke Deborah glanced back up at the castle wondering to herself if she had been gone for too long and her absence had been noticed by now. She decided that it wasn't the case, she wasn't that important. Not important at all actually, if she was she wouldn't be kept in the dark for so long without any information, right? "If I decided to leave the city I would probably end up dead. You know, the Fire tribe doesn't take treason that well. Or I would just end up in chains in the basement instead."

Deborah's thoughts got abruptly stopped as she realized that she had said slightly too much. She was used to being outspoken and not fearing telling anyone anything, but clearly someone she had started arguing with at the street wasn't the right person to tell such things to. After it been done she instantly regretted it, so she dragged her hand down her face while letting out a tired sigh.

“I understand that you do not care for what I have to say, but I insist you give me an apology for saying rude things of my gods.”

Another sigh was let out under the palm of her hand and Deborah glared at the woman from behind her fingers, "Forget it. It's not happening. Now if you are just going to continue to rant about such insignificant things I'm just going to leave because I have better things to do." Like returning to her room before people got upset with her for just leaving without saying anything. Before the little lady could refuse Deborah simply turned around once more while starting to walk back to where she came from.



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The visitor was a much stranger man than Cailu had thought, hearing his laughter from the floor. It did make Cailu take a few steps back while wondering what was wrong with the man, he didn't like him one bit. He made Cailu uncomfortable, it didn't help that Cailu was dressed in his undergarments at the moment - he was nowhere near being respectable dressed for a meeting at the moment.

"Now that is what I am looking for! I am always awed by the natural flow of Wind! You sir have a gift. A gift of the throne of an elemental village. But you fear the responsibility of your title. Now allow me to help you learn how to use it."

If the man’s words was supposed to encourage him it did the opposite, Cailu just wanted to shout at the man that he was wrong. That everyone was wrong. It was not his throne, he knew that now. He had learnt that he didn't want it. He wasn't created to be the one sitting on the throne, he was supposed to protect the one who was. But he couldn't because of all of this madness. That was the reason to why he was trained in how to use his power, so he could protect her. Not himself or the village.

"Ready to begin?"

The smile of the man just made Cailu turn away his eyes, avoiding any sort of contact with him before placing himself on the bed again. "No, no I'm not. And you are wrong." The words felt heavy, like big lumps he had to force out from his mouth. It was never easy to speak, but now it was even harder. The words came from such a deep dark place, the place he found himself in now. He had learnt by his mistakes - he was not the right man for the job as the leader. He wasn't even the true leader, but he now felt like it was wrong that he even pretended to be one. If Ara indeed got better by the treatment she received in Northpass they should stop this act, she could handle herself.

"It's not my responsibility and clearly you have seen that my village doesn't think so either. There is only one true leader here and it's not me." When he finally was able to get it out he suddenly realized what he was supposed to do, what his true responsibility was. So in a sudden movement he stood up once more before moving to his clothes, "But I should be with her, not here playing some charade. It was wrong in the first place and it's wrong now. If you truly are a friend of our tribe you must already know who our true leader is."

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"It's not my responsibility and clearly you have seen that my village doesn't think so either. There is only one true leader here and it's not me." When he finally was able to get it out he suddenly realized what he was supposed to do, what his true responsibility was. So in a sudden movement he stood up once more before moving to his clothes, "But I should be with her, not here playing some charade. It was wrong in the first place and it's wrong now. If you truly are a friend of our tribe you must already know who our true leader is."


Bellistrad saw what was going on. He had heard the rumors of Cailu's charge and what their relationship was. Now it seemed those rumors were true. As Cailu seemed to get more excited about something, Bellistrad could only think that he was leaving. Come to think of it, Bellistrad was wondering where his charge was. She must be outside of the village, and that would explain Cailu's state. It all came together for Bellistrad, and it also meant that Bellistrad might fail this time. Walking over to Cailu, Bellistrad placed[a hand on his arm. "Please, wait. Here me out, Cailu. I am going to admit, I am not only here to help you. I need your help, and your tribe's. There is a serious issue in the Water Tribe, and it might mean that the Air could be in danger. Let me explain it first than you can decide what to do."

This at least bought Bellistrad some time with Cailu as he tried to convince him to come to his aid. Bellistrad sat down on the bed and slowly let out his breath before he could let out his long story. " Ok, so first let me begin with my experiences. I was traveling into the Water Tribe a week or so ago in the middle of the night, and I ran into non-other than General Zaheed. I also saw Zianro, the Water Tribe's current leader skulking around. I can say for a fact the only reason they would be together is to either kill each other or make a deal. Zianro wants peace, so Zaheed probably promised him a reprieve, but in exchange assistance from Zianro i'm sure."

He had to catch his breath from the emotional scar the experiences of the last few days left on him, which he did not feel until now."I left shortly after and ran into Zaheed again, he threatened my life if I did not find where the Shape Shifters village was for him. After wards I returned to Lakeshore the next day after receiving a nightmare of that lake, and there I found a drowning Fire exile. Zianro sent one of his men to search for her and he came to me, unaware I had rescued her. He told me that Zianro has a new prisoner from the fire tribe, and I think that it is Zotar, Zaheed's brother. It would make sense if Zaheed made a deal with Zianro to get rid of him in order to get the throne."

All this information was still sketchy at best but he hoped it was enough to convince Cailu of the danger he was in. Bellistrad continued a little more calmly."If Zaheed is not King of the Fire Tribe, he will increase his strength now that he is not fighting the Water Tribe, and more than likely attack the Earth Tribe, and guess who is smack in the middle?" The answer was the Air Tribe, even though the village was more to the south than directly inbetween the two villages, Zaheed being the military tactician he was would probably take Airedale as a strategic location or just declare war on them altogether.

"What I need you to help me with is convincing Zianro to release Zotar, and then help me heal the anger in Zotar so that he can help us take Zaheed out of the picture. If this plan works, we might finally have peace in Imos between the four tribes." Finally finished talking, Bellistrad took a vocal break and picked up his hookah, filled it with marijuana from a pouch at his waist, and lit the material with a flame from his thumb. The embers kept the hookah smoking as Bellistrad took a puff and offered the second tube to Cailu, but did not expect him to take it.

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Na'ari sighed and ordered several guards to escort the drunkard out of the city, he didn't want to bother with him as he had another question to deal and get an answer for. He had to talk to Zianro. He walked back to the palace where The Water lord was now by himself on the throne.

"Ah, there you are old boy, say did you arrest people?" Zianro asked him, sounding like he learned of certain details.

"I only went to gather information about the girl and my informant made a harsh accusation...to you. He said you captured The Fire Lord so that Zaheed would become the Fire King. Tell me that isn't true.." Na'ari gave a reply as he gripped his blade.

Zianro stared at His friend and sighed. "Dear dear Na'ari, that informant of yours escaped. And if he has this accusation and hands it off to someone else the safety of the Water Tribe is Compromised!" Zianro drew his swords and rose from his throne. "You betrayed me! Indirectly!" Zianro shouted as the two warriors clashed with swords, not using their water magic. No, this was a battle of honor between two experienced soldiers.

"Did you not do the same thing by doing this accusation?! If it is true we are in deep trouble!" Na'ari retorted as he swung Draconil at a horizontal angle but The water Lord Blocked and bound him with water. "What is this?!?"

"You know too much Na'ari and your accidental bumble with your 'informant' has compromised the safety of the Water tribe as a whole." Zianro rubbed his face angrily trying to think of what more to say. "You're to take a vacation. To the Air Tribe. Away from me for the next month!" Zianro pushed Na'ari away. He had something more sinister in mind for his Right Hand's foolish bumble.

"I'll use my friend...as a scapegoat for my next plan. I'm sorry for putting it on you Na'ari. But my vision of peace on all four tribes must be maintained." Zianro thought as he walked to visit Zotar yet again and to try and nurse the Former Lord back to health. At least that was part of his plan.

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Na'ari was walking out of the Palace in shock, why did Zianro do this to him? He didn't do anything wrong. He felt confused, but he knew he had someone to possibly blame for it. Belistrad is going to answer a lot for the newfound friction made between the friends. But he was forced to go to the air tribe. How can he do anything there?

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It was not that Deborah tried to leave the scene because she didn't want to lose her cool. She didn't care the slightest about exploding in front of people if she got mad enough. This situation just wasn't something that she wanted to be a part of, with all this talk about "choices" and the fact that the woman was a lost case when it came to her mental health. It was tiresome to listen to such a delusional person, to Deborah it sounded like the woman had no idea how the world worked. That it wasn't some fairytale that would work out just because you wanted it too.

But even though Deborah did try her best to stay calm it did hit a nerve when the woman suddenly barged out in front of her, going on about her gods once more. ”I cannot ‘forget it.’ This may be insignificant to you, but the gods are more important to me than my life and I insist that you give them your apologizes. I will not leave you until I hear it.”

A few seconds went by without anything happening, Deborah just stared at the crazy person in front of her. But in the end she just smacked her mouth before taking another step towards the woman, ending up so close to her that she almost could feel the woman’s breathes against her skin.

"Oh? You won't leave? Do you think I care about what you think?" It didn't take much effort to just shove the smaller woman to the side and just continue. Even though the woman didn't look that strong Deborah realized the moment she touched the woman that she did take a bit too much strength into the movement. But Deborah didn't see the unnecessary violence as something bad, rather something positive. If it was her that had been shoved to the side while she was a weak one she wouldn't try to proceed. She hoped that her greeting physical would scare the annoying woman away.



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Cailu’s excitement that just had begun to light shortly died out as the man once more touched him cautiously. From showing a hint of a smile on his side Cailu's mouth started to point downwards in a grimace instead, deeply disturbed by the touch. It was one thing when he was fully dressed inside a tavern, but to have the man just calmly feel him up in his undergarments inside his chamber was a completely different thing. And Cailu hadn't appreciated the earlier touching either. So if he had quickly withdrawn his hand the night before his suddenly flinch backwards to avoid getting touched was even more violently.

As the man had started to explain his true intentions with visiting Airedale Cailu only hissed slowly, "Do not try to touch me again. Ever." Even though the things the man said was important Cailu couldn't sit quiet and just listen to it. He needed to get those few words out of his system, he couldn't stand the thought of having the male approach him once more.

But after that he listened carefully at the stories. Surprisingly he had no idea that the Fire tribe had changed leader this recently, Ara probably knew already like with everything else. She had probably discussed it with him as well but like with most things he had forgotten about it because it was just too much for him to keep in his head. All the names, the plans, the places - what to do and not to do. He couldn't deal with it.

"If Zaheed is not King of the Fire Tribe, he will increase his strength now that he is not fighting the Water Tribe, and more than likely attack the Earth Tribe, and guess who is smack in the middle?"

Cailu did get that Bellistrad must mean that Airedale would be stuck in the middle of such a war but it did bring a wrinkle between the withe haired man’s eyebrows. The last time he had studied the map over Imos Murtovaara the city where most of the fire wielders and their leader lived lied in the North - the mountains. Far to the East of them Shadowfen lied hidden in the deepest forest Imos had, that was something Cailu knew for certain since his tribe had a close relationship with them. Or they exchanged services and traded. But the funny thing was that Airedale lied to the South and slightly to the West of Murtovaara. Which meant that they wouldn't be in between the both cities in case of a war, sure it would be troublesome since they wouldn't be able to trade with the Earth tribe anymore but that was all. Or perhaps he meant that it would put them all in a difficult position since they had such a close relationship which could lead to the Earth tribe hoping for them to step in and help them in the fight?

The statement was strange anyway and Cailu didn't like it when he didn't know what to think of things.

"What I need you to help me with is convincing Zianro to release Zotar, and then help me heal the anger in Zotar so that he can help us take Zaheed out of the picture. If this plan works, we might finally have peace in Imos between the four tribes."

When all was said Cailu had a lot to think about, if it was true it would indeed lead to trouble even though it wasn't in that way that Cailu though that Bellistrad meant. But to make such a decision, Cailu didn't like it. And he knew that he wasn't the right one to even try to talk someone into doing something, he would just stutter and probably destroy the whole meeting by his disqualification. So in the end he just shook his head, "I can't do that. But I can meet you in Lakeshore with someone who can do it. I will talk to her and take her with me. I can't take you with me to where she is so go to Lakeshore and just await our arrival. You will know when we will arrive because we do need to notify the Water tribe’s leader before we just show up. I-- I mean uhm she is the leader of our tribe so yeah..."

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Bellistrad listened to Cailu's whimpy responce and scoffed at him. His eyes flashed disappointment at Cailu, but he nodded and accepted his plan. "I have never met such a weakling of a leader, so out of balance with his own tribe that he would be afraid of their disapproval. But I cannot blame you, I understand what you must be feeling." Just the fact he was an exile showed proof that he did indeed feel something similar to Cailu, a disconnection with one's home. "I will go to the Water Tribe in a couple days time after my work here is finished. If you are sure you are not up to the task than I will have to accept your substitute. As long as the end result is in our favor." Bellistrad turned and packed his hookah away, slipping his pack back over his shoudlers and turned to leave.

Pausing at the doorway, Bellistrad speaks to Cailu without turning."One more thing. Before all this is over, you will have to make a choice. I pray you understand which one will be the right one before the end." With that Bell left. His meaning behind these words was simple, if Cailu got involved in this dispute he would either choose to let other's fight against Zaheed alone, or risk his life and stand up against him.

That choice would be Cailu's, and Bellistrad would not interfere with his free will. As Bellistrad exited the forsaken home the sun was already starting to edge towards the top of the sky. He had some shopping to do, and now that he was even on a more tight schedule he had to do these things fast. His first stop was the apothecary in town. Inside was a man he had known since near the time he had left the Fire Tribe. They embraced, exchanged greetings and recent happenings, and a few stories. Bellistrad kept the last few weeks under wraps from him, not wanting him to panic.

When they had both smoked and ate and made merriment Bellistrad purchased another few pounds of marijuana from him, as well as some other materials that he would need. As expected Bellistrad was able to purchase some special items from him as well, such as home made flash bombs the size of a man's fist and crystals that would help Bellistrad channel his energies. Yellow, unlike what most people believed, was the color of the specific chakra in a persons body that handles Fire energy. Bellistrad bought a pendant that was long enough to hang down to the center of his torso right over his stomach where the Willpower Chakra was located, he would use this crystal for advanced Fire Magic that he could not perform on his own.

After making his purchases Bellistrad rushed to his hideout as the sun was just beginning to set. He took out one of the crystals he had bought, an amethyst, and laid down on his back with the crystal resting on his forehead. The amethyst made astral projecting easier for him, and he left his body resting as he left it. He went to Cailu once more wherever he was at the time and began stimulating Cailu's second lowest chakra. This chakra was orange in color, and was located at the naval. This chakra, called the Sacral Chakra, deals with relationships and interactive emotions, as well as sexual energies. With this open Cailu will be able to pick up on people's emotions again and gain confidence around others with time.

Returning to his body Bellistrad saw that the sun had just set all the way, and only a faint red glow hung around the horizon. He decided to leave his new things at the hideout and go out to the tavern once more for a meal and relaxation. He gets there quickly and orders a vegetarian meal and some of the same chamomile tea, taking a seat near the gamblers and partook in a dice game in which he lost a couple of coins but thought the fun worth the cost.

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"I have never met such a weakling of a leader, so out of balance with his own tribe that he would be afraid of their disapproval. But I cannot blame you, I understand what you must be feeling."

Cailu only stared at the man in disbelief, he couldn't understand that he had promised to help the stranger because now it seemed that the man didn't even care to listen to anything he said. Just a few moments ago Cailu had admitted to not being the true leader but just a cover someone else hide behind. And now he got insulted for being a weak leader that couldn't do anything without the approval of the tribe? Apparently the man hadn't listened at all to what Cailu had said either this morning or last evening. Cailu almost regretted making such an agreement, after this he didn't even feel like helping the man with his quest to save the world. But it was not Cailu's decision. He could only ask Ara to do it, if she decided it wasn't worth it that was the end of the story. And after all this he almost hoped she would say no to stepping in to be some sort of a peacemaker so everything could return to normal.

Before leaving for the trip Cailu collected everything he needed to make the trip by himself, he knew for sure that no one would want to accompany him. Why would them? They hated him. And he was glad to just be rid of them and their judgement now finally. The other thing that made the steps he took a little easier was the fact that he finally had decided to do was right - at least that was what he himself believed. He knew that Ara would think so too. But a part of him just hoped.

When he announced what he had planned to do to the guards no one tried to stop him, they just promised to take care of the village while he was gone and that was all he had hoped for. Once done with all the preparations Cailu sat up on his pitch black stallion and took off towards Northpass.

It took him a while to get there but since he didn't carry any heavy luggage or had any carriages with him it took him only a couple of days instead of almost a month. Sure, when he finally arrived at the mountain he knew it lied upon he did have some trouble finding the actual entering, the well hidden road that led you safely to the tribe. He knew better then to try to get up without it, it was nearly impossible for an outsider like him, too many dangerous animals and paths. But after a while of searching and memory training he finally knew where to go.

As the village itself started to become visible between the foliage Cailu finally could breathe normally and relax, just knowing that he wouldn't need to be lonely anymore made the pressure that had been lying above him vanish. When he met the guards that had been visiting his own village he got showed to the shaman tent where they told him Ara would be located at the moment. To him all of the tents looked the same and he couldn't understand how people could want to live in tents all year round since the winters must be cold up here like in Murtovaara.

But he didn't ask about it to the guards, instead he just bent down and entered the tent. Like the guards had told him Ara really was there and to his surprise she looked more alive now than before. With a wide smile he sat down beside her, "Ara... You look much better now..."

"Cailu? What are you doing here?" Instead of Cailu's great excitement about being reunited Ara only showed confusement. He hadn't told anyone in advance that he would visit them.

"Uhm... Well it's complicated..." The man started to nervously fiddle his hands before retelling what had happen some days ago. He knew her opinion about stepping in into the other's war but she surely must see what problems could lie in front of them now. But Ara listened carefully to what he said without disturbing him. When he was done the silence lied above them both like a cloak, no one said anything. But finally Ara only nodded.

"Yes, perhaps we should talk to them... But we won't do anything further than that. We listen to what the Water leader has to say and that's all. Understood?"

Cailu once more started to fiddle nervously as if he had something more to say but didn't dare to say it. When he finally collected all the courage he needed he glanced up towards her, "I think we should stop this. You should take your rightful place and show everyone that it was you was our leader all along. I'm not good at it and... Everyone need to know. Now is a good time to let everyone know the truth. You seem stronger, you would be able to handle yourself. I will always be beside you to protect you either way."

After a discussion about if it was a good thing to do or not they finally agreed upon letting the rest of the world know about the Air tribe secret. They bid farewell to the Shapeshifter tribe and the guards from Airedale that had held Ara company while she had lived inside Northpass. And finally they was on their way to visit Lakeshore for the first time since they had taken over the power after Ara's father’s death.

Before they left Northpass they had asked them to send a note telling Azure about their visit however. The bird flew off into the distance towards Lakeshore and their leader. Now Cailu only hoped that everything would go as smoothly as possible so they could avoid any sort of trouble.

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The thing that happened next was not something that Deborah had planned or even considered. She felt the impact, when something hard suddenly hit her back. She hadn't been prepared for it at all and so she stumbled forward. She was so close to fall to the ground because of it but in the last minute she regained her balance. Still leaning forward like she was still in the fall she turned around just to meet the smaller woman's eyes. The moment she did that they flashed for a short moment, expressing fiery hate inside them.

To hear the tiny person talk about a fight Deborah snorted once again in annoyance before stretching out her body, "You want a fight huh? Think you can take me on? Please. You make me want to laugh." Even though she expressed such a sentence she didn't look the slightest amused. In fact she looked as if she was ready to beat anyone into a pulp.

At this point Deborah didn't even think clearly, she was so angry that she just charged at the smaller woman with her hands glowing sharply once again. She wasn't going to use her powers at the woman but she was so angry that she couldn't control it. But using her powers wouldn't give the same sensation and the only thing Deborah wanted to feel by now was how the smaller woman’s bones break with the force of only her fists.



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After days of traveling Cailu and Ara finally arrived at Lakeshore. It was the first time for Cailu to see the Water tribe’s main city and it was more stunning then he could had imagine it to be. For Ara it was the second time to see it, but she was just as astounded as her cousin since she had been so little when she was here last time. That she had just followed her father here while he had some business with the late Water leader as well.

When they entered the city they met some of the city's guards, Ara was obviously the first to approach them with a friendly smile while Cailu just watched from the background. She explained that both of them was from Airedale, which anyone could figure out because of the color of their hair, and was going to meet their leader. That they had sent a message announcing their arrival before so that he should already been informed of this. After she was done explaining their reason for coming one of the guard hurried away to the palace to tell lord Azura about it while the cousins got showed the way to the stall where they could have their horses while visiting Lakeshore.

When they had left their horses the both of them followed one of the guards which guided them to the palace. From the beginning they had walked in an ordinary pace since the both of them by now looked healthy, but something that both the guard and Cailu noticed was that Ara still had some problem with walking. She was still slow and had to use her crane, even though she had gotten her strength back and wasn't as fragile as she had been before traveling to Northpass she was still unable to fully use her left leg.

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Bellistrad had rested enough, and was ready for action. But he knew that both the Fire Tribe and the Water Tribe would be looking for him, so he decided to cover his usual garb with an extra long, shaggy brown cloak that trailed behind him as he road on his dark horse. Beneath the cloak Bellistrad wore sapphire dyed leather bracers and ankle guards which he kept in case of major battle, and even had his original Fire Tribe carbon steel sword, old in design but reliable. Bellistrad never really was adept with sword play but it would make a good defensive option. Finally he had a dirty brown shawl over his face to hide his appearance.

The road to the Water Tribe was normally empty that time of year, but Bellistrad was not so lucky and ran into the one person he did not want to see, Na'ari. He spotted the guard captain long before he reached him, and there was little chance he would recognize Bellistrad. Not wanting to stop riding in fear he would be late to his meeting, he road as fast as he could past Na'ari and threw a Fire Tribe coin at him as he passed by. Hopefully Na'ari would wake from his rest and give chase to Bellistrad, as he wanted as many witnesses to Zianro's confession as possible.

Alone or being pursued, Bellistrad drove his horse to near exhaustion, pouring some energy into his stead in order to keep it from passing out or dying on the road. After many long hours of riding Bellistrad finally saw the front gates of the Water Tribe. The guards there got in front of the gates and tried to stop his progress, but Bellistrad moved his shawl and exhaled a spear of fire that made the guards duck out of the way as the front gate was blasted open by flames. Bellistrad road into the city at high speed to the surprise of the townsfolk who screamed and exited the horses path. Bellistrad dismounted the horse and let it finally rest as he sent heat to his legs in order to help relieve his pain from riding for so long.

He replaced his shawl over his mouth and ducked into a nearby ally way as a squad of soldiers took over the horse and searched for him. Bell had to calm himself, and so he took in some of the suns energy through his exposed hands while he hid in the ally. Little did he know, Cailu and his charge were already nearing the palace and more than likely heard all the commotion. He was only hoping they were already with Zianro and that he could arrive in the middle of their discussions. Moving from his hiding place as water benders moved around the city, Bellistrad rushed to the front of the palace.

This was a mistake, as his loud arrival had forced a platoon of soldiers to be stationed at the front doors of the palace which were sealed shut. Bellistrad activated his chakras and charged as much energy into his throat as he could, inhaling his full lung capacity and exhaling blue and white flames of extreme temperature. The flames formed into a shape 4 yards in front of Bell, becoming a giant blue and white flaming animated lions head with a small stream of flame still coming from Bell's mouth to connect it to his aura. The lion stared down the platoon of soldiers and roared loud enough to shatter nearby windows on houses before shooting into the front doors of the Water Tribe Palace.

The building shook and rocked with the powerful explosion as melted mortar and stone was expelled from the entrance. The platoon of soldiers were incinerated, a sad price that Bellistrad was willing to take in order to save the lives of thousands more. The flames subsided as Bellistrad collapsed to his knees, his aura and chakra system stretched from how much energy had flowed through him in that moment. It took him a minute to get back up and walk into the palace. He was noticeably limping into the structure that had been blown apart by the lion's head, and his posture was that of a man on his limits. But his strong will and spiritual resilience allowed him to continue, at least until his mission was done.

Servants and soldiers had long fled from the palace after the explosion, so Bellistrad met no one until he reached the throne room, where sat Zianro and Cailu along with a girl he had never seen before, most likely Ara. Bellistrad let the hood of his cloak fall back as he took off his shawl exposing who he was. His eyes were no longer the kind pleasant ones that had helped so many souls, now they were determined and angry."Hail the Legendary River Dragon, Zianro Azura. King of the Water Tribe, and betrayer of my people!" Bellistrad stared at Zianro and no one else, he barely acknowledged even those he had begged to come here in support of his claim. He did not dare move, not only because of his exhaustion but because he knew Zianro was looking for a chance to strike him down before he could let slip his accusations. It was a game of cat and mouse at this point, and Bellistrad aimed to win.

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Zianro was incredibly unamused by this morning's events. He had just gotten his two guests into his throne room so he could hear them out when some violent shaking occurred. Then he showed up. Bellistrad Indorial. A Fire exile who was supposedly the man Na'ari was in contact with to try and find some important things of interest.

"You assume too much Indorial. I am no King. I am the Lord of the Tribe. Also it's Wandering River Dragon, if you want to address me do it properly. You came in here, when I was about to entertain my guests, and you expect to accuse me of something I didn't do? Whatever it is you shall claim I will deny it until the day you die." Zianro coldly stated as he began to form water behind Belistrad. "So leave. I will play with you another time. In the meantime, go to hell, expect Na'ari to join you for his incompetence of dealing with you." He threw the water at Belistrad and tried to wrap him in it. If he was successful he would push him out of the palace and into the very Lake itself to try and dispose of him.

Zianro then looked at his two Air tribe guests. "I seriously hope you weren't in on this otherwise I have a bit of a problem here if you understand my meaning." He stated in a businesslike manner. He chuckled inwardly to himself. His plan was ticking away with no flaws. As for Na'ari, he allowed all this to happen. The Wandering River Dragon decided in his own mind that he should simply just strip Na'ari of s rank and exile him. Replace him with someone better then the Commoner Soldier he was friends with. Zianro smiled when he had a pretty good idea on who would be good.

For now though, he had to have his meeting with the two Representatives of the Air Tribe. "So how can I help you today?"

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When they were halfway to the palace Ara gave up the walking, it took too much time for them to make their way over to the meeting. So she handed over her cane to Cailu and just went into their breeze form instead and followed the two men as they continued to walk through the city while she traveled invisible behind them. The pace of the group suddenly increased and they soon arrived at the palace, the guard just showed Cailu to the right room before he took his leave.

After a few deep breathes preparing for what was to come Cailu entered the room to face the water lord for the first time. He was nervous, probably more nervous than Ara was, but it was the first time in centuries that the Air tribe had gotten involved in the other business and by now he had started to doubt that it was the right thing to do. But he had promised to take Ara with him so they at least could listen to the discussion and participate if Ara decided it was the right thing to do. But it must look a bit funny, him walking in on his own with the crane in hand without actually using it.

Cailu nervously cleared his throat before making his announcement, "I'm Cailu Elre... I've been acting as the Air tribe leader for a while to protect our leader... But she has decided to face you personally..." Ara still wasn't anywhere to be seen but just as Cailu finished the last part a gust of wind seemed to make his hair flow forward and before the two men the true Air tribe leader materialized in the eye of the public for the first time. The woman stretched her hand towards Cailu and he handed over her cane as soon as he noticed it.

With it she took a few steps towards the water lord with a calm smile, "My name is Ara Cilivren, thank you for taking your time to meet us."

What happened as soon as they all had taken their places at the table was not something neither Cailu nor Ara could had imagined. They felt the sudden shake in the ground followed by the screams from outside, it all made them make nervous glances toward each other. They couldn't think that it was anything else then this man Cailu had agreed to help but for him to make such an entrance was not what they had planned. It actually made them wonder if they truly had chosen to help the right person.

To have him storm into the room like some criminal shouting accusations didn't make anything better. Cailu covered his face with his hands in embarrassment for making such a bad choice and talking Ara into it as well. This was not what he had been told it would be like - they were here to discuss the matter like civilized people. Not criminals.

The both cousins once more looked at each other while the water lord uttered those heavy sentences, neither of them knew what would happen if they admitted to knowing that something like this would happen. They didn't want to damage the Air tribes reputation and accidently starting a fight with the Water tribe, but they didn't want to know what would happen if they didn't step in either.

So after a long paus while Ara thought about what would be the best for her tribe she clasped her hands while exhaling. "Azura, we are not only here to visit you for the fun in it like you probably have figured out. We rarely interfere with the rest of the lands problems but recently we heard some very unsettling news... I'm not here to accuse you or your tribe for anything I just want to know from you what exactly is going on around us. How is the situation between your tribe and those who wield fire, between you and their newest leader."

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Bellistrad knew Zianro wouldn't take the bate so easily, yet the water was expected. As Zianro brushed off Bell's words as little more than petty accusations, Bell charged heat into his body and created a circular wall of red flames around himself, turning the water Zianro had tried to strike at Bell with into steam. The reason his flames were not blue like they usually were with Bellistrad, was the large drain his entrance had put on his energy. He could not produce his super heated flames until he had recharged for another several minutes.

To say the least, Bell had not moved a muscle as the steam cleared and Ara spoke up to Zianro to explain why they were in the Water Tribe in the first place. Bellistrad stood as the imposing sentinel and allowed Ara to be the negotiator for the moment. When she was finished, Bell added his own piece of the story. "I saw you, Zianro. That night on the road with Zaheed. I know you two made a deal, but you failed to grasp Zaheed's ambition. He will never honor a pledge for peace, all he wants is more power. But there is still hope for a peaceful Imos. His brother can still take back the throne, with our help and support. Give Zotar to me and let me heal his hatred. All I ask for is your aid, and your promise that you will not let Zaheed win this war."

Now more confident, Bellistrad drew his Fire Tribe sword and stabbed it into the ground in front of him, folding his fingers over the pommel."Whether you agree or not, I will bring Zotar to the Light. Even if I have to tear his prison down one stone at a time." He was back to his old self again, more passionate about helping his greatest enemy find peace than even his own life. The spiritual energy emanating from Bellistrad's awe inspiring emotions filled the room. His capacity for pure love drifted through to everyone in the room, as well as through himself. He awaited Zianro's answer, whether he would hold onto his pride and risk the fate of the world in Zaheed's hands or find humility and allow Bellistrad to help Zotar become the leader he was meant to be.

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Zianro turned to listen to the silver haired woman, told to be the true leader of the Air tribe. She asked how relations were with the fire tribe. "Tense, but calm. This is a lull in between our age old quarrel." He replied he then heard belistrad add something and he glared angrily.

"Then you are the fool, fire spitter, to believe that I think that Zaheed will keep his word. I am counting on him to slip up and attack me. But I do not have his pathetic little brother, he's not even a leader worthy to kidnap." He said. Then he heard Belistrad make a tense threat and he glared even more.

"Leave my house now. Unless you want me to kill all the prisoners I have, Bellistrad. I was going to give you a fair chance but veiled threats, a terror attack as your entrance has endangered my plans. Imos will be brought to peace but not by a man who thinks himself no better then anyone else. But for fun's sake, I'll let you have a fun chance. If you can positively identify Zotar and take him from here, if he is here, then I will release him to your care."

Zianro smirked a dark smirk. "If not, someone will die. I won't say who or when. But know this, what you've done will only increase my justification of wiping every fire user off the face of the earth. You may have doomed your tribe Bellistrad. As for the Air tribe, since they've been rudely pulled into this argument, they can imprison my incompetent friend Na'ari for his failure of dealing with you. Fair exchange if you ask me. A life for a life and also an apology gift to bringing an unfortunate scene to such a lovely leader. I even have him stuck in Airedale now. Poor fool. I'm going to have to find a new right hand when this meeting is over."

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Na'ari woke up and walked slowly, sensing something drop as he looked down. It was a fire coin. Bellistrad must've seen him. He must be in Airedale. Or he could've ran off back to Lakeshore, Na'ari looked around sharply trying to figure it out but then a group of bandits began to appear from the bushes around him. Gripping his sword, Na'ari attacked them.

It wasn't much of a fight, but Na'ari was given several injuries for fighting them off. An arrow was in his shoulder, there was a non fatal cut to his torso, and his legs were bruised from a club strike. He limped to the road, feeling both tired, and unknowing if he'd make it out of this one, and passed out. Surprisingly, the last thing on his mind before losing consciousness was The conversation he had with Eirene about the afterlife.

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Zianro's words burned through Bellistrad unlike any flame had before. Even though this man's goal was the same as Bellistrad's, their ideals were far from similar. The "fun" that Zianro spoke of actually brought a laugh and a little understanding out of Bellistrad, short but obviously genuine. He did not find humor in the situation but Zianro's antics made a little stress relieve needed.
"You drive a hard bargain for the fate of the world, old friend. I accept the challenge, and I expect you to keep your word." He turned towards Cailu and Ara, holding out his hand as if waiting for them to take it and produced a small blue flame in the palm of his hand.

The small flame pulsed with a heartbeat like rhythm. Bellistrad let his hand drop and allowed the flame to drift over towards where the two Air benders stood, the flame settling just over Cailu's shoulder. Unseen by everyone was the small stream of plasma that connected Bellistrad's palm to the blue flame, and in the palm of his hand was a small bright blue diamond shaped flame that seemed like it was a part of his flesh. "If this flame goes out, than I am dead before my search is over and Zianro has cheated me. It will live off of your energy, not mine, but it is my will keeping it alight. I will not be able to sense anything while I search so I will be defenseless. Do what you think is best." Bellistrad pulls his sword out of the floor and re-sheaths it before handing it off to one of the few soldiers remaining nearby and removes his cloak, revealing his blue tunic and black pants once again, as well as his blue hair which was messier than usual because of his actions that day.

Sinking down into a cross-legged sitting position Bellistrad inhales and closes his eyes, aligning his chakra's in his body starting from the lowest and going up to the highest, his eighth chakra. His soul leaves his body which seems to be asleep in his sitting position, and a small smile forms on his bodies face for a moment. His soul expands its consciousness out to encompass the entire village, including the skies above and the tunnels below. He felt every person and living thing as a small amount of light and heat, but lost sense of himself in the process.

This was a dangerous thing for him to do, for he could accidentally forget who he was and attach himself to another living thing instead. He had to be careful to always keep himself in the back of his thoughts as he searched the identity of everyone around him, looking for the only other Fire bender within his field of awareness. It was a hard task, feeling the emotions of everyone in the village at once. He could hardly make sense of it all, especially since these were not his people. Fire Benders had a different way of thinking than any other tribe, they made everything a challenge and Bellistrad was no different but neither was Zotar.

It took well over 15 minutes for Bellistrad to even feel Zotar separately, and he could not even tell if it was in fact him but it was a dark lonely and defeated soul. The kind that only a Firebender in restraint could be. While this may just be another prisoner of war, Bellistrad felt kinship from this soul, and knew it might be his best chance. Bellistrad's soul moved to this new feeling in the underground of Lakeshore, and opened his spiritual eyes. He saw a man broken, left alone and betrayed. He also saw a possible future that could reverse all that had happened to him. It was not a certain thing that this soul was Zotar, it was not the same one Bellistrad had known all those years ago. It was changed by incarceration, and Bellistrad wanted to help it even if this was not Zotar.

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Ara had just finished talking when the blue haired man continued to throw around insults and accusations, she wanted to sink down into the floor. Vanish, get out of there immediately. In the corner of her eye she did see how Cailu slumped down in his chair, trying to get as tiny as possible. Probably thinking the same thing she did. But she didn't show it however, that was the difference between them. She knew how to behave, he not so much. But neither of them had agreed to being a part of this. They had agreed to talking like civilized people. This was far from what they had been promised. And perhaps this man, Bellistrad, didn't understand or cared but his behavior could hurt their relationship with the Water tribe. Instead of solving the problem with the war he could create another one. This was their deepest fear.

The continuation of the meeting wasn't any better. The two cousins was afraid like they never had been when they suddenly came across the darkness of the other leaders, kings, lords, whatever they choose to call themselves. Seeing it directly, staring right into that abyss of a soul they all seemed to have. Those who was participating in the war. The fact that they got away this time, without any larger damages done to their reputation was such a relief that Cailu sank even deeper down into the chair as he let out a sigh.

Ara who still sat as straight as both of them had from the beginning, with pride, hadn't even flinched when the argument started. Sure, her fear had probably gotten shown through her eyes but not more than that. She nodded slightly, she was not sticking up for the fire wielder anymore, not the way he acted. "Thank you for understanding, Lord Azura. I assure you that we didn't have anything with these accusations to do. Or the violence. All we wanted was to have a talk with you to clear out some things. I have decided there isn't anything more we are willing to do because I refuse to endanger my people, because of some accusations that even could be lies."

She stood up and so did Cailu, both of them were getting ready to leave when they noticed the fire wielders movements. The blue flame. And both of them got stiff as they watched the flame get closer. When it was so close to Cailu that he believed he would be able to feel the heat of it he started to move away from it. And he continued to do it until he hit the wall behind him. The closer the flame got to him the harsher the wind inside the sealed room got. Everyone’s clothes moved, the banners, even the chairs fell to the ground because of the force in the air. Both of the cousin’s feelings could be seen by the people around them.

As soon as the man had finished speaking, declaring that if the blue flame they had thought would hurt him died the stranger would be dead by then both of them vanished from the sight of the eye. They'd had enough of this madness. They fled. Both of them. You could feel the breeze as they passed the other men. How they flew right out of the room, Ara being the first one while Cailu who wasn't as good as her at controlling the breeze form just sort of drifted out.

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King Zaheed stared intently at his hand, as he had been doing to many parts of his body over the course of the last few weeks because things have turned to abnormalities. Muscles that surged down the whole right arm had enlarged and swelled up five times the regular size. The same as went for his hand with fingernails ascending out like a short sword blade from the long menacing fingers. Yet on his left, his arm remained the same. And as for his torso, it grew at an unhuman state of volume as his back formed him to hunch over with the spine poking through flesh. He had also morphed taller, his legs heightening as if he were a giant, but he looked more than that of one, instead, he looked like a monster.

Zaheed was the clear example of what happens when a man hungers for more. He care not for balance, all he desired was to devour. After he was heated and saved by Deborah when he misused his powers, he felt that he revealed to his mage a weakness in himself. That day Zaheed told himself never again, because now he was ready to show all of Imos who he truly was. For once, he was going to stop the games and strip off his mask.

Zaheed discovered something in his time of finding powers of a god, as he were absorbing heat, he started to sense another essence deep inside a vessel body, he found power, the magic all of Imos bear. So he did what anyone would expect Zaheed to do, he robbed them of their gifts, leaving victims powerless. Though he would not be able to bend other elements, he would be able to feast upon the very extract of magic. Their magic energy would course through his veins, making him stronger and more deadly, yet the question Zaheed lacks to be concerned about is, how much more power can he absorb before his body refuses to take anymore. Are there limits to his madness?

Zaheed heard something fall behind his causing a great disturbance to him, thus he turned around to have seen his raven friend, Icarus. The bird had flown in such a hurry he lost his stability, but it was for Icarus had urgent news.

“Zaheed! Zaheed!” he squawked, a noise only Zaheed could understand, and only was it Icarus permitted to call on the King by just his first name. “I-Its about Bellistrad!”

“What did he do, run away?” Zaheed questioned, stepping closer to Icarus, to which then the bird backed up, noticing what Zaheed had become. But instead of asking questions about Zaheed’s body, Icarus decided to stay relevant.

“Much more than that, I’ve been spying on him just as you ordered, and Bellistrad seeks to free your brother
 And he got the air tribe involved.”
There was a pause, Icarus was afraid what may happen next. But Zaheed only laughed. “So the boy wishes to help out little brother. I doubt he be successful, but perhaps it would have been better that I had killed him. Yes, that is what I should of done.” Zaheed snatched the bird by its neck. “I will have you know I commanded he find the shape shifting tribe for you!”

“Zaheed, I know! I know! You wished to find some way to undue the curse, so you hoped on finding the ones who form animals, perhaps to find a way to break the spell. You wanted me as a man once again, I know. Could you comprehend how dearly I covet my old life?”

Zaheed held the bird up higher, tightening his grip. “My friend, your words portray you as a weakling. I shall make the weak strong!"

“W-what are you doing!” Icarus squirmed as he felt something surge through his soul, he felt something he had not felt in years- magic. Zaheed transferred his magic to the body of the bird once man. And as this power grew inside of Icarus, so did his physical being. The black wings swoop out in large stature, as his beak sprouted through greater lengths in a point. Icarus looked as twisted as Zaheed, yet Zaheed saw Icarus as a worthy opponent against his enemies and a pleasant and menacing sight to be displayed against his bulging shoulder.

“I will stain Imos with my existence! So you said Bellistrad wants to free Zotar? Heh, well I better let baby brother know what it means to truly be in control. We attack the earth tribe at nightfall! Zotar will blindly love me for it.”

Just as Zaheed had ordered it, soldiers surrounded around the earth tribe at nightfall, though in secret. Archers were prepared and ready to fire their flaming arrows against the tribe dominantly surrounded and constructed of trees. Since Zaheed had been king, the military of the fire tribe has advance, though even when he was a general, the fire tribe had always been known for its great stance military wise. But Zaheed has drafted all boys of the tribe of age seven, the amount of training without rest has proven to be brutal but effective, but yet his men were ready as they will ever be.

Zaheed stood slightly in front of his men, though he wore not armor, for his body had emerged too large to fit any longer. Besides, his body was not the only thing growing bigger, it was also his pride, his belief that his body had sunk image to that of a god, thus no longer did he need things of mortals, such as armor or even weapons. Instead Zaheed wore a pair of trousers and a deep dark crimson cloak with its hood lurking over his black locks. Against his shoulder perched his grisly pet bird.

Zaheed brought Deborah along with him, he wanted to show to her his greatness, that he was not weak and what vision he promised when he first met her was coming true. “Are you prepared to witness reality molded by my hands, Deborah?” He looked down at her, for his height reached above all others. It was a surprise to everyone else of what creature Zaheed had turned into. “Experience it, be immersed in my eminence, all of Imos will be.” Zaheed suddenly with great force sung his arm up signaling for the archers to fire, and then it started. A wave of flames soared against the great black sky, reaching for Shadow in a fiery fiendish embrace. And when the first arrow struck into the bark of the tree village, all hell fell upon the nation as it burst into flames.

“Slay those who decline their salvation, and deliver it to those who surrender through their capture as slaves!” Zaheed commanded his men as the arrows flew over them. “Today I shall deliver the children of fire into warriors strung to the call of glory!” As soon as the arrows fell onto ground, infantry fled Shadowfen, and Icarus jumped off of his master’s shoulder and launched into the night to screech battle cries, to intensify the earth tribe’s fear. Zaheed also entered seeking the head of the leader, with power and pride blinding his eyes. He wanted to be worshiped, but above that, he wanted to be feared, so much so, he spared a few so that they may cry to the other nations in message of the horror Zaheed has wrecked upon them and that he will not stop here.

“Ah
 I never sought out fire so beautiful, not until it was forged in my name,” He spoke to Deborah. Zaheed stood before the Shadowfen’s grand tree which held the leader’s home, but now burned in an inferno. It was the aftermath of the battle, the earth tribe was destroyed, though not extinct, no Zaheed surely would put his new slaves to work in an army against the rest of the tribes of Imos. “I wonder what nation I will burst into flames next, perhaps the air tribe, yes.” He acted so causal when it came to destroying tribes, because he did not see it as destruction, he saw it as a game of conquering. “Will the fire tribe praise for joy, their god has arrived? No, not just this tribe, but all of Imos will see my godhood. Yes, I put death to the old myths of divinities by pronouncing it illegal. How does that sound, Deborah? The lawbreakers be beaten into submission of my worship.”

He saw himself as a god, and would force others to as well, but little did he know, or more like, accept the many flaws that hindered him. Such as flaws in his physical body- unbalanced, heavy, and in will of recklessness, and no one mustn't forget the flaws in that sinister mind of his for there was no strategy only a hunger for pride and power.




Lord Vinicius



There he stood, wrist stretched and bounded by chains as they were from day one. He was being fed, but only to the very subsistence in order to keep him as Zianro toy, or so Zotar felt. Another cruel joke Zotar witness Zianro play was the candle. Whether or not Zotar was a fire bender, he was a human, and all people need some type of heat to forbid them from death. So Zianro's men put a candle inches away from Zotar's reach so that he could have only poor ounces of the warm, but also enough to mock him, enough to give him a false sense of hope.

But Zotar did keep in thought, how much longer does he have to live, before Zianro gets bored? He was surprised he has been able to survive this far, but when does the day that ends his misery- when does that day come? Will it ever come? It was as if the thoughts Zotar did conceive were either concerns and worries mixed in with confusion and questions. He knew he was never going to surrender, Zotar was too stubborn for that, even in his weakest moments, he was not going to surrender to Zianro. Instead, he hungered for an escape as he did from the first second he was imprisoned, but now, he had only believed that escape would come out of death. And he would take it if he could.

Though it was not until this moment that forced a change of mind. Something came over Zotar, no it was like he came over it. Zotar felt his veins be filled and his body consume an energy so long ago he had felt. It was heat, real heat, no mockery, no tease, no joke, this was real. But did Zotar believe that at first, that he was feeling something more than grief, that he was alive? Of course not, it was unimaginable. So, as soon as he felt the first thread of heat, he told himself it was a dream. Sure he will go along with it, but he trusted he would wake up to suffering all over again.

Zotar felt the heat in his veins, but he concentrated all the power to the shackles latched to his wrist. And by that, he was able to demolish the metal by melting it. And as soon as the cuffs were off, Zotar felt the wrist, he rubbed his finger on the bone, for the shackles hugged on so tightly, the skin and flesh were crushed beneath the metal. Zotar stepped to the candle, he stomped his foot against the wax, feeling the flame burn into his heel, and he loved every second of it. He dipped his fingers into the hot wax, toying with it, but though he told himself again, it was only a dream.

Zotar looked to corner of his eyes, a light, like footsteps. Maybe the dream was trying to tell him something, so he followed it. He pressed his hands against the wooden door meant to lock him in, but he burned through it, to chase the light. Zotar knew he had to hurry, he did not know how much time he had left before guards smell the smoke from the door.

The light let him through tunnels and out of the dungeon. He was on the surface, but that had not yet hit reality to him, still in thought this was a dream. Zotar was also not observant of his surroundings, other than not be caught, for he was not sticking around to admire anything, instead his mind focused on the light. Even when he made to Zianro's palace, he did not try to bring up such a thought, to him, that would be insane, freedom does not just show up one day, or does it?

The light let him to a person, this was when Zotar started to believe this was real. He stepped closer to what appeared to be a blue haired young man. All Zotar's eyes were stationed on was him, for the light follow this one person and no one else. Zotar doubted the stranger would recognize Zotar, for the once strong healthy lord, now closely resembled a skeleton with a thin mask of skin. Zotar's hair grew longer, so did his beard, and because of the stress and worry, he looked slightly older. There was one part about him however that could identify him as a former ruler of the fire tribe, it was the brand marks from the day he wore the traditional arm guards of lords generations before.

However, as soon as Zotar stepped close enough to the man, Zotar touched his shoulder. He wanted to know if this person was real, or was it just a hallucination? If he was not dreaming because a dream would not possible go on this long and make a bit of sense, then Zotar questioned if he was delusional. But as soon as Zotar laid his fingers on a stranger, feeling that this was a real person. A person that was not Zianro or one of his heartless guardsmen, someone that was not going to hurt him.

Zotar immediately then wrapped his arms tightly around the man, never wanting to let go, determined to never be alone again and to never let solitude bite against spine and into his mind. It was an embrace that expressed the amount of desolation Zotar were strangled and suffocated with. Sure the face was familiar, he did not know who this was, he did not know this was Bellistrad Indorial the exile he wished arrested, nor did care. An abundance of emotion flooded Zotar, it was something he could not let dwell inside, so Zotar wept in joy with his head buried deeply inside of Bellistrad's shoulder. Zotar was known to be a man who acted on emotion, but not like this. He never cried in public, even when his father died, he knew he had to be strong for his people, especially when he found out he was going to be lord.

But now nothing else mattered to him right now, but this moment, that he was actually in contact with someone. He ached for many things he lost when trapped inside of his cell, one of those things being utterly the ability to know you are not alone. He felt the heat of another soul, and it was enough to bring him to tears and his voice into sobbing.

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When Bellistrad had first confirmed that the soul his spirit had found was indeed Zotar, he had identified him by the strong amount of damage to the souls wrists and forearms in a specific size and shape equivulent to the Fire Tribe's traditional royal bracers. Bell had let Zotar drain some of his own energy and heat so he could regain his strength. Unknown to Bellistrad until after Zotar had freed himself, the now free Firebender's third eye had been awakened during the energy transfer. Bell took advantage of this and spread light from his spirit as he made his way out of the dungeons to lead Zotar to his body.

He had re-entered his physical form and opened his eyes, staring at Zotar with a disappointment so profound it was like he was judging the man's soul. Bellistrad remained sitting and showed his annoyance with Zianro through his eyes, accusing for blatantly lying to him about something so important over an emotion as primal as pride with only a look. The torches around the room were fueled by Bellistrad's emotions and they all became blue in color as they burned through the torches faster than before. Bell got his emotions under control before speaking.

"You have lied to me Zianro, and I can no longer trust your judgement. But I will be taking Zotar as soon as he arrives of his own accord. If you dare try and stop us than we shall truly see who is the greater legend, the Wandering Water Dragon or the Sapphire Lion! But... I understand why you did what you did. I am sorry to say that now is not the time to correct you, for war is close on the horizon if not already on our doorstep."

At that moment Zotar shuffled into the room led there by Bellistad's energy. Bell had not been able to see Zotar's physical body before and only now saw how much Zianro had let him go during captivity. What shocked Bellistrad most was the embrace and tears that he received from his past enemy. The ordeal must have taken a larger toll than Bell first thought. Returning the embrace to Zotar and giving him more energy to settle his nerves, Bell reached for his torn up cloak and wrapped it around the once proud royal prince to hide his weakness and give him at least a shred of dignity.

"It is alright now Zotar. I will keep the cold away from you. Until you are ready." Bell kept an eye on Zianro to judge his reaction and what he would do next, but was interrupted by a strong nauseating feeling coming from the west. He felt death, heat, and the horror war. Something had stirred in the west, and it was more violent than even the bloodshed between the Fire and Water tribes. It was nearing time for Zotar to face his destiny, and there was only one thing between Zotar and that fate. His will to learn.

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General King Zaheed


"Uhh..." What was this? Zaheed rose his eyebrow in concern, something was odd. It seemed Deborah was afraid? No, a woman like her looks and acts as if she could fear nothing. Even before times in the castle when Zaheed clutched her neck, she did not seem scared at that moment, instead only irritated or threatened. But now, now, she was behaving much differently. "It... sounds magnificent.... King." Did she truly think so? Or was she just agreeing to save herself. Zaheed sensed the same type of comportment as he did with his men. Was it how he looked? Yes, that had been the reason, wasn't it. Zaheed wanted Deborah to respect him for his strength, did he want her to be terrified of him. He could not say yes to that.

"Is there anything... I can do? Or... something."

"Ah...," Zaheed stepping closer to Deborah, approaching her face to face, with only a couple of inches away for distance. "Now you are trying to avoid me. You want to leave my presence. If it was anybody else, I would not have much a problem with it. But was it not you, that led me and my body to this state? You told me to find myself, to rediscover my powers. And now... now you are scared? You out of all people."

Zaheed was not mad, it was what he wanted, people to fear him, make his subjects shudder at the sight of him. But he did not ever consider Deborah as one of those people to do so. "Thus, what, what now? Are you going to glow your shining ball and threaten to blind me?" Being feared, totally feared, it was not what Zaheed wanted after all. Because even as a young boy he wanted praise from his father, that what he wanted from Deborah. He in a way, like this father, he wanted Deborah to praise him. All others of the world, could shake in terror, but Deborah, he now targeted her as the unit he sought to please.

"Why aren't you happy? Don't you hate the world and people because of your past being raise in the slums? Years of being seen as low as dust, being spit on as if you were nothing? Shouldn't you of all people be happy when we burn it? When we give the world a piece of who we are. We have power to do whatever we want..." Zaheed paused. "Wait, that's right, I have not shared my ability. Do you want me to..." Zaheed was talking about transferring his power to her, just as he did to his bird.


Lord Vinicius


Zotar's thin body, or what was left of it, was shielded by a cloak given by Bellistrad. But still, it was a mystery to him who this man was, though also Zotar did not care. For after being locked away for who knows how long, Zotar was not going to be picky about his rescuer. He however, perceive thought of what was going to happen next, no instead, he treasured this moment, Bell's presence. But the best part of all this, was that it was real, not some dream as he once considered. Because yes, Zotar in the past, has had dreams that only felt like a mockery. Dreams of escaping, being back in the tribe, or even dreams with a world where his father never died. In such deep misery, it had gotten to the point, what in his life before imprisonment he would consider good dreams, had too become a nightmare. Because those good dreams felt only there to express and emphasis the horrors of his present life.

"It is alright now Zotar. I will keep the cold away from you. Until you are ready."

Looking up to the man, confused and in question, Zotar asked in a low quiet voice, this being the first time he has talked to someone and it not being Zianro in weeks, perhaps even a month. "R-ready? Ready for what?" That was when it all clicked, "Wait, why am I here... anyways? Where is here?" Zotar back away from Bellistrad to now observe his surroundings, but that was when the anger that had once been strip from him returned, and it was an eruption of fury.

Because as soon as he looked Zianro in he face, he felt his insides boil, and every muscle he did have, flexed in tenseness. Everything Zianro did to Zotar swarmed his mind, he wanted vengeance. "Zianro..." teeth were gritted as Zotar spoke, but he was not going to go by Zotar any longer. "You took everything away from me!" His veins started to brighten, with the brand marks glowing the most radiant. "My family, my hope, my spirit, even my own name!"

Like it being natural to him, perhaps maybe because it was, Vinicius angled his hands where the right was over the left with space in between for the forging and conjuring of a ball of fire. As it grew, Vinicius spoke in all bitterness and rage, "Before I hated the water tribe because of traditions, histories. Almost like I was born to. But now, now its personal. And I will make you remember that when I am kicking your ashes about until my foot breaks." Vinicius did not care that he was much weaker than Zianro, well, perhaps weaker than anybody in the whole nation he was captive by. But Vinicius was crazy and ridden with enough rage, he was willing to die trying to kill Zianro.

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"You think to kill me by endangering your own life Vinicius?" Zianro asked as he simply chuckled and summoned a wall of water to extinguish the flame. "I did not lie, yet I did not tell the whole truth. You see before you Zotar. Not Lord Vinicius of the Fire Tribe. A man who's hatred has caused for his brother to usurp his power Bellistrad. Take him and leave, for in the end, no matter how hard you try, you will never uncloud his eyes from his hate, and hope for true peace on all Imos." Zianro stated as he sat on his throne again, bitter at being exposed as part of the General now King's sinister plans for Imos.

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Na'ari felt someone, something take him and begin to mend his wounds. His conciousness was elsewhere in his mind as he began to experience a harsh dream, he heard the screams of thousands of people as he saw a great tree burning before his eyes. He saw people burning, people running from their homes in terror from the flame. He felt his worst fears. Death had come.

His eyes snapped open and gasped as he sat up, panting. "The Fire tribe! What have they done? What has Zianro done?!" he thought fervently as he thought he then saw someone next to him as he backed up a bit in slight fear. "Who are you, and where am I? What happened? How long was I out?!" The usually silent Former Right hand of Zianro questioned rapidly as he looked around, seeing he was still on the road to Airedale. Then why did his visions make him see Shadowfen in flames?

But if that vision proves true, what major tribe city is next? He had to warn the leaders of Airedale and possibly help defend the city from the perpetrators of Shadowfen's possible destruction.

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Bell immediately jumped at Zotar as he began to threaten Zianro. He got in between Zianro and Zotar as the fireball was released, and though it missed Bellistrad, Zianro was able to stop it. Bell listened to Zianro and shook his head in disapproval of the water king. The man had dug his own trench with those words, closing off as many doors as he opened. Bell turned his back on Zianro and put his hand on Zotar's shoulder to turn him away as well and started to lead him out of the room. "Zianro, I am sorry you would be so caulous as to deny that this is possible. Where is the hopeful young leader I once knew? I pray that before this is all over I get to see him again." With that Bell ushered Zotar out of the palace of the water tribe and stopped short as he realized there was a platoon of water benders outside the palace doors, or what was left of them, examining the damage with dropped jaws.

Bell had almost forgotten that he had blown apart the entire front of the palace in order to gain entrance to see Zianro in the first place. As the soldiers stood in awe of the utter destruction, Bell walked Zotar down past them and they all let them pass by moving out of their way. They were either too scared of Bellistrad to dare make a move against him, or too confused to question his presence. As they neared the village gates, Bell found his horse in the nearest open stable and set Zotar on it with some difficulty. Bell took the reigns and started walking down the road now leaving the villages.

"Well now, I suppose we should find a place to rest and get you healed both physically and spiritually. We wont have much time until this all spills over and you need to be prepared." At that exact moment a strong wave of emotional disparity comes over Bellistrad. His horse is in as much distress as he is in that moment, as a flood of terror pain and death rolls over him. Turning to the side, Bellistrad pukes on the edge of the road and expels a groan afterwards. He had never felt anything like it before, and it could only mean one thing.

The war had escalated and an entire culture was now reduced to little more than dust and memory. "Correction, we have no time."

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General King Zaheed


Zaheed was mocked, and by the first words that came out of her mouth with that mockery now turned the monster that Zaheed could be against her. She had pride, enough that Zaheed believed that she could not admit that she was working for him. As if she could not stand being under him. Was she trying to rise above him? The way she carried herself, that was how Zaheed decreed it.

As she talked, as she glowed, there was changes Zaheed made also. Because though she glowed, not particularly an ugly thing, in fact beautiful perhaps, yet when Zaheed tensed, a grotesque image he unleashed. Something he had not done before, for he had not felt so infuriated before, no until this moment. Every muscle, even the ones that irrationally poked out and about flexed, bulging, with every vein amongst his flesh jolted from the skin. His back hunch, face darted down to the ground as he clenched his fist. Something about Zaheed was not normal at that moment, well, nothing he had done was normal, but now that abnormal creature was ready to attack, not because he had a delusional vision to make a god of himself, but because Deborah had awaken the rage from inside him. And Zaheed, unlike his brothers and father, did not get mad so easily, he often bottled the anger inside, thus created him what he is today. But he was now ready to unleash it all.

With his left hand, he back hand slapped her, the though that was not the hand being unnaturally large and massive. Yet it was enough force to bring her to the ground. "To be formal, you were my magical adviser! It was what you were hired for! So don't act like you were my prisoner! Don't act like you did not have purpose, like I made you worthless! I listened to your advice and instruction! And you know well enough, I don't do that for everyone. In fact, I confess to worshipping you! I wanted your favor, it was why I always showed you my progress, so you would be pleased with me!"

After she had been knocked to the ground Zaheed jumped on her legs, feeling the bones of them crack out of place. "So, no Deborah, you didn't play the fool, I did!" And then by that moment, he witnessed a powerful flash of light. He had never seen something so bright, yet when it was over he saw nothing but darkness.

"What did you do to me!" Zaheed roared randomly punching where he felt her torso and targeted it. He jammed fists into her stomach with each blow getting harder and harder, ribs shattered. "What did you do!"




Lord Vinicius



Even after Zianro had extinguish Vinicius's ball of fire, he still wanted to fight, and not just the water lord. Vinicius wanted to rip apart every member he saw apart of the tribe. He doubted he could even trust the man who supposedly rescued him. Because by the sound of it, this man was once friends with Zianro. Yet he could not attack, after trying to conjure that fire before, he felt dizzy. His body was not probably well enough to start busting flames out yet, not after it had been deprived of so much. When they exited the palace, Vinicius felt blinded by the sunlight, he had no choice but to weakly squint his eyes. Thus he could barely see the rubble of the palace and what it took for Bellistrad to free him.

Well now, I suppose we should find a place to rest and get you healed both physically and spiritually. We wont have much time until this all spills over and you need to be prepared." On the horse, Vinicius was confused. He did not know what to believe, yet his mind started to go to one place, one idea- slaved. Sure, it did not feel like a slave deal, but Vinicius did not feel free. This random man comes to get him and tells him he needs to be prepared. Prepared for what? But one question only led to others, like How long was I gone? What has happened since I was gone? What is going to happen now?

"Correction, we have no time."

"Wait," Vinicius finally spoke up. "Who are you? And what do you want from me? I get the feeling you did not free you. You want me to do something, what is it?" Everyone was feeling something, everyone but Vinicius. Was it their powers, that told them of the violence among the earth tribe? Because if that was so, it gave reason why Vinicius felt nothing for his powers where in the same state as that of a young adolescent first learning to do something amazing with his fire. So Zianro really did damage him.

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After Bell had recovered from him emptying his stomach on the side of the road he stood back up straight and listened to Zotar's questions. It was then he realized that in his haste to get Zotar out of Lakeshore he hadn't explained anything to the battered man. He must have tons of questions more, so Bell grabbed the reigns and continued walking with the horse as he talked. "Well, let me start at the beginning. I don't know if you have realized this already, but Zaheed is now King of the Fire Tribe. He made a deal with Zianro to kidnap you so he could gain the power of kingship. Zianro also has another female fire exile, who I assume you know since they wanted to use her to get to you. Right now Zaheed is probably attacking the Earth Tribe, and I fear the worst for them."

As he walked along with the horse he suddenly felt extremely exhausted, but he kept walking even though the last twenty four hours had been some of his hardest pressed in a long time. "You have been a prisoner for almost the last month, if my memory does not deceive me. Maybe six weeks, not entirely sure since I only figured it out sometime after it happened. Anyway, I need to prepare you so you can defeat Zaheed and take back the throne. No pressure, eh?" Bell lets out a soft laugh to soften the mood as he goes down the path, before he suddenly realizes something important.

"Ah crap, I forgot to ask Zianro about the Fire King bracers. Ah well, we can always come back and ask about them. We will need to get that female exile after Zaheed is defeated anyway."

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General King Zaheed


When Zaheed heard the sounds of crying from Deborah, he stopped, for the king did not want her dead. Thus, he slowly got off of her, not quite sure where he was position, but in the end he was on ground and on his feet. Soon approached him were soldiers that had been also blinded due to their closeness of the fight. They were confused, they asked Zaheed questions, but he was not in the mood to answer them.

"Shut up!" he hollered to the troops, thus dispatching silence among them. Though not for long because Zaheed then whistled for his friend. "Icarus!" Zaheed called his name, most people thought Zaheed crazy when he spoke to the bird, yet the creature always obeyed him, so he were not see much of lunatic for that reason. "Sound for the others."

"As you wish," the bird responded, though everyone else could only hear chirping. Icarus then soared up high to the red sky to then screech wildly, therefore bringing other soldier, though these ones being able to see. After Zaheed left, Shadowfen was reduced to nothing more but ashes, though the king did not just walk away from his new conquered land. Instead, slave camps were settled. There they would deal the slaves, but also train others to become forced warriors for the king.

Back in Murtovaara, Zaheed had Deborah locked away in a dark room constructed inside of the dungeon. She was shackled to the ground while lying also there on the ground. She remained still broken, for Zaheed would of course not bring her to healers and physicians, not after what happened back in Shadowfen.

He entered the room, a place only filled and immersed with darkness and nothing put. Even if Zaheed had his sight, he would not be able to see his hand in front of his face, not inside a room like such. But that was the type of setting he wanted Deborah trapped inside, he specifically commanded his men to do so. Because how frightening would it already be to be trapped inside, shackled against the floor with a man bloodthirsty like Zaheed, but now it was dark.

"I dismantled you...," Zaheed hung his words eerily in the air. His heavy foot steps were sounded and could even be felt through the floor pacing around her in circles. "Dismantled, it is word people use when they break things. But I don't see you as a thing. Because I don't get mad at things. But people... that's a different story..."

Zaheed stomped his foot, the one not abnormally large, against her body. He then shifted it to her neck when he felt it, putting all his pressuring there, bringing her to close ties of death by choking. "You mocked me! You blinded me!" Zaheed removed his foot to then replace it with his hand. And showing just as strong Zaheed was he pull her up from the ground, breaking the chains that kept her there, and threw her against the stone wall. "You could of left! Yet you thought me weak didn't you! Do you find me weak now?!" Zaheed's grasp was still on her neck, yet he was not strangling her as hard this time. "My eyes may not be of use, but I still see. I see what I feel! And I feel power, the energy of magic that courses through your veins. In the midst of darkness, I see a vessel of power."



Lord Vinicius


"Well, let me start at the beginning. I don't know if you have realized this already, but Zaheed is now King of the Fire Tribe." When Vinicius heard this, it was no surprise, of course Zaheed would take the throne once empty. In fact, Vinicius was happy for his brother that he had been crowned, yet Vinicius had no knowledge of the violence and warfare Zaheed and wrought while using the fire tribe people as his instruments of destruction. Vinicius only had none how much Zaheed yearned to be king one day, even when he acted like he was fine when discovering his younger brother was entitled instead.

"He made a deal with Zianro to kidnap you so he could gain the power of kingship. Zianro also has another female fire exile, who I assume you know since they wanted to use her to get to you. Right now Zaheed is probably attacking the Earth Tribe, and I fear the worst for them."

That was when Vinicius felt the instinct to be defensive, because he did not know why he should trust a stranger. Sure, the stranger may have led him out of the dungeon, but why? Perhaps it was a test, but only a test to see whether or not Vinicius was an able enough slave. And when the man made such claims against Zaheed, Vinicius felt hurt, that was his brother. He trusted Zaheed even though there was a rivalry between them. Throughout the first few days after their father's death, Zaheed was so positive and encouraging. To Vinicius, it all felt genuine, but Zaheed was always a good actor. Maybe he would of been one if not born unto a royal family, with eyes since childhood, set on a throne, on power. The man continued, he spoke of a female, however Vinicius had no idea who he was talking about. Vinicius knew no female exiles, so what, or more like, who was this man talking about? Vinicius was confused.

"You have been a prisoner for almost the last month, if my memory does not deceive me. Maybe six weeks, not entirely sure since I only figured it out sometime after it happened. Anyway, I need to prepare you so you can defeat Zaheed and take back the throne. No pressure, eh?"

Vinicius furrowed his brow, no, he was not going to be used, especially if that meant fighting his own brother for a complete stranger. So he did not let the man finish, he ceased him after that by saying, "Hold on-- stop, stop." Vinicius turned his body and dropped himself to the ground. "You accuse my brother of dealing with Zianro! Even if my brother wished to betray me, it would not be with an ignoramus like him. Putting charges like that against my own family does not settle well with me, especially when you want me to fight him. You did not even answer my question, who are you?"

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Bell stopped when Zotar got off his horse, and he turned to face him to listen to what he had to say. He was getting a little tired of people not believing him about Zaheed, but he guessed he should have expected it from Zotar since he was family with the now rouge king. Sighing, Bell walked the horse over to the side of the road and tied him off on a tree branch to let him graze in the grass and rumbled in his pack for something."I understand that you have to defend your family, but you will understand in time that he is not the same as before. I am actually surprised that you have not recognized me yet, but it has been many years. Would it help to say that I am a fire exile as well?"

Bellistrad brought out his blue crystal hookah and sat cross legged with it, loaded some marijuana into the top and sparked a blue flame on the tip of his finger. He lit the herbs and inhaled through the tube then blew out a cloud of smoke. "Bellistrad Indorial, at your service once again. Would you like a puff? There is a second tube here." As he sat there and smoked he hoped his low position would make Zotar more at ease, he was used to being in a position of power and he needed that feeling again after so long. He contemplated on the best way to get Zotar on the wagon with his idea, so to speak. It would be a task to itself, and he feared the only way to do it would be dangerous and hardy.

"If you do not believe me about Zaheed, why don't we just go to Shadowfen and see what is there for ourselves? If there are no threats by Zaheed there than I am wrong and you can go on your merry way, live your life as you see fit to on your own. That brings up a good question, what did you have in mind on doing once you got free of Lakeshore? I hope it was something constructive."

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"Yes, you seem so much weaker now than you did before. I respected you, now? No, not at all."

"I to be the one weak?" Zaheed questioned, moving her from off the wall to now lifting her above ground. "You need light to see, you are blind in the dark, whereas I walk in. Let us see who is weak." Zaheed slung her down to the cold stone floor. "Stand, if you are strong. Prove that I am the weak one." Zaheed scoffed. "Oh that is right, you cannot see in the dark. Let me brighten up the room. Have a taste of my light..."

Zaheed surrounded the room with a wall of fire, it was one of his signature moves. The flames brought about light, yet he was not doing that to help Deborah, but so she could see herself lying on the ground unable to climb to her feet with legs broken. "Do you feel that heat, that fire. Oh, wait, you don't like that do you? Being shown your inabilities. Sure you cast a ball of light, blind me, but I can burn you." Zaheed approached Debora closer. "Yet, I rather not. You said I was weak? Why don't you get up and fight me then? Oh... that's right, I dismantled you."

Zaheed was done with his rage, now he was just being bitter, though he did not hate Deborah, because by her blinding him he actually felt stronger. Because no longer did he only sense magic energy, he saw it, blurs full of colors. Blurs being bodies, color being their element. He could see it from rooms ahead if he wanted to. But the sad thing was they weren't people, they were power.

"So, either you could just lie there struggling, or I can fix you. You don't the sound of that, don't you, Deborah? But what choice do you have? Either way you are still going to feel weak. Its your choice, but if you lay there, I will absorb your energy, it might even kill you, but I will be stronger." Zaheed continued to pace in circles around her. "I don't why you came here, but I will say this, your power, it is unique and with training it might prove to be useful. Killing you would be wasting it." Zaheed was done trying to gain approval. "Oh, what is this? Are you feeling used? We could of left on good terms. You did this, you asked for it."




Lord Vinicius


Bellistrad Indorial, Vinicius now remembered that his brother was actually after this guy. So, Bellistrad does seem like the person that would make false claims against Zaheed. Now, he was doubting he should stay with Bell, and thought perhaps the best idea may just to start running now while he was on the ground with his smoking contrapment Vinicius had never seen. Yet he didn't, because Vinicius feared me would be making a big mistake, and perhaps Bell was there for a purpose other than to free him.

"No, I don't know what that is," Vinicius refused the puff. "If I wish to build my body up to the stature it once was, I mustn't sit, I mustn't rest, and do what you are doing... whatever that it. But yes, let us go to Shadowfen, let it be you who rides the horse, and I the one pulling it. I need to gather my strength. Though to answer your question, if I ever escaped from Zianro's dungeon, I planned on killing him. Getting my revenge, why else do they call me Vinicius? You might be an exile, but may know in fire tongue, it means vengeance."

What Vinicius was about to ask may sound odd, yet that was one thing, one thought, and constantly popped into Vinicius's mind. "I am grateful that you had taken me from Zianro, yet I wonder am I you slave? Do I have a choice in this?"

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Bellistrad half expected Zotar to run when he mentioned his name. That fact that he didn't was a good sign that Zotar would accept his journey to self-repair and self-exploration that would be required for him to gain victory over Zaheed. He nods in acceptance that Zotar did not wish to partake in his smoking session which was over none the less as all the plant matter burned out and Bell exhaled the last of the smoke contained within the blue crystal.

When Zotar mentioned that he was determined to build his body back up with hard work it surprised Bell. He had never seen the fire lord be so humble about himself that he would take a task just for the benefit of his own well being instead of some goal oriented work. It was a step in the right direction, and Bell would encourage it. Packing away his hookah and taking up his pack once more he climbed onto the horses back and pointed down the road."Than let us be off, oh Revenge the Mighty. If all goes well you can make true your namesake."

At the mention of a slave, Bell got rather confused but did not show it externally as he answered the question."I gave you freedom for you to choose your own path. If that path takes you away from me and out of my reach than so be it. Can't say I would pick any other path in your position though. I would rather live in a world that was not burning to the ground by a family members hands."

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"Now let me tell you this, I have not a problem with correction," Zaheed's tone went back to aggravation rather than acting as if he was stronger and superior. "My life has been enthralled with correction..." Zaheed paused, and turned around as he stopped circling around her but instead walked away. Lowering his voice to a muttered he said, "My life, hm, no one knows about it, what lies behind these castle walls, underneath this crown and this hard, power-feeding body. Perhaps... perhaps no one should."

Once Zaheed finished speaking to himself, well half of it was to himself, the other half to Deborah, he turned around and stepped back to her. "But your mockery, that was different, that was unnecessary and waste of your breath. I've gotten to many measures... and much blood... to get to where I am as king, and that name deserves none of your mockery. What was this about me pushing you away? Do you jest? Remember at Shadowfen when I was speaking with you, you know before you pissed me off, well was it not you who asked if you could do something? It was apparent, you wanted to get away from me... No, wait, are you talking about when I did not see you for weeks and weeks? What more do you think I was doing?--"

Zaheed stopped, he knew there was a better way to put it, a better way to put all of this together. So Zaheed ceased the fire that surrounded them, he didn't need that. No more games, no more intimidation, no more trying to domineer himself, nothing but an honest confess. "Do you recall when I first showed you how I could attract and detract heat from bodies, and how I messed up and transferred so much of my heat that I collapsed to the floor, shivering and shaking. At that moment I felt weak, so blithering weak. I hate being weak, but what I hate even more is being weak to those I sought to impress."

Zaheed let another pause go before he continued, "Sure you may scoff when I say I wanted to impress you, but just think back to the beginning. When I first met you I opened up a glorious vision, told you that you would be fighting with a god. Because that is what I wanted to be, a god, indestructible, undefeatable, and immune to weakness, enough so that you would be amazed with me. Then I gave you a room, sure it was in the dungeon, but I tried to dress it with all splendor that I could, even said if you had a problem with it or needed anything more that you could send letter to my servants.

I had reason to not put you above in the castle itself, because above the surface, that's where all the eavesdroppers and fools that can't mind there own business roam. No one thinks to look at what lies underneath. But I wanted to keep my things secret, and I entrusted those secrets with you. But back to the fact that I didn't see you for weeks, it was because I was doing my all to come back to you strong, so I would not be on the floor again helpless. But now... now I see that is what I've done to you..."



Lord Vinicius


So Vinicius was not a slave, so he had choice. And though he did not believe Bell, Vinicius still wanted to see for himself what lied of Shadowfen. So Zaheed supposedly was raging war against the earth tribe, as he could recall Zaheed was the one that preferred they not. Therefore, one could imagine in Vinicius's shoes it seemed odd for his brother to do so.

When Bellistrad got upon the horse, Vinicius grabbed the rope and began leading the horse, hoping he was going the right way as he was following signs and trails that committed guidance to the earth tribe. "Do you know how long it will take for us to reach Shadowfen?" After his question had been answered Vinicius said nothing more, and did only what he knew mattered at the moment and it was getting to his destination. He had a goal in mind and was not going to stop for anything. That was how it always was, commit to a responsibility and surrender to nothing else- that was his determination, and what others called being stubborn.

He went hours without stopping, no matter how much his body ached, or when his feet and legs screamed for less, he did not care. But even his carelessness could not stand a chance to his body when it collapsed. With Vinicius on the ground, he tried pushing himself off, but when he did get back on his feet again he fell. "I must keep going," he spoke out with a tone of anger frustration of how fragile his body over time had become, with how much it was damaged by his enemies.

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Bellistrad felt his horse sway as Zotar began pulling it along with his walk. Zotar's first question was a simple one to answer, as Bellistrad had traveled between Shadowfen and Lakeshore many times before. "If we were going full speed, two days. Walking it will more than likely take at least four." Bell was content with the silence that Zotar kept going for awhile so Bell continued smoking his hookah on the horse's back as they went. He also took out a book from his pack that showed a map of Imos made by a fellow traveler like himself. The only part of the book he contributed to was the part on the Fire Tribe. The author traded a copy of the finished book in exchange for his information on the tribe to put in it.d

When Zotar collapsed Bell looked up from the book and supposed it was a good place to make a camp. Jumping off his horse, Bellistrad began unpacking everything onto the road. "We will camp here for the night." Bellistrad lit a sharp flame onto the lit of his first two fingers and made a hot blade. Bell cleared a spot on the side of the road free of brush and debris using this blue fire blade and started setting up two mat rolls along with a campfire. After a half hours work Bell had everything set up with a campfire in the middle already burning and the horse tied near some tall grass not far away. Bell broke out some bread and soup from a flask, heated it with his fire, and passed it around to Zotar."Eat, you'll need it. I can get you some meat as well if you want it. I don't eat meat anymore myself."

Bell smoked his hookah for awhile longer as he took watch so Zotar could get his rest, and Bell could sleep on the horse anyway. The night was not silent unlike the day, as the sounds of nocturnal creatures filled the air. It was all calming to Bellistrad, but he wondered what Zotar made of it all.

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"Fine! Perhaps I am a little... helpless. You are right!"

Thus Deborah then admitted so. Zaheed liked to be right, it does better for him than being wrong, well it was what he had hoped in most situations. But he could understand why she would not wish to state so, because though Deborah was not a full-bloodied fire bearer, yet she has lived in the tribe her whole life. And within the tribe, there has always been a sense of determination and persistent to never admit to weakness, to never surrender even if it means a better chance of survival. Zaheed had it, consuming power to claim strength yet retreating from weakness. But also did Zotar have the same type of trait. Zaheed then thought of his brother, perhaps the most stubborn person he ever met. He would of never accepted a surrender. The king wondered what Zianro did to him, but as he could recalled Icarus informing him that Bell equipped a plan to free him. Zaheed would like to know how that went.

Zaheed was considering that he put her bones back into place now by himself, it would be extremely painful, yet that was what he was thinking of doing when he was enraged. Yet now, he felt that to be sadistic, and sure he was a megalomaniac, but not sadistic. "I will summon guards to bring you to healers. I am letting you know that if you still wish to leave, the opportunity for that is still present. Yet, if you do not, I will meet you soon." Zaheed then had to guess where the door was as he felt around for it, because though he could sense people, that was it, only life forces, not objects nor structures. Same thing went for a good amount of his soldiers, but they will still be useful, Zaheed was sure of it. So, in between the time he just had departed from Deborah and the time he will be meeting her again, Zaheed planned for his next attack. Without his eyes, it was as if he could feel himself become stronger when it came to the intellect, though Zaheed was already a man to be identify as clever when he was not mad with power. Without his quick wits and cunning behavior he may have not made his way thus far as king. But not, bearing not a single ounce of strength he had to be more thoughtful of each step he took physical and mentally.

After working upon his strategies to overtake the air tribe, he went to train his blind soldiers. He would have to be harder on them, to break a quite impactful hindrance. But Zaheed was determined to make those men his strongest, perhaps the blind warrior will one day because some of a myth, because there was one thing Zaheed was certain, they were going to be legendary. There was not weakness that Zaheed believe could beat him, well, that was what most fire tribe members had in mind.

When he finished training the soldiers, Zaheed walked his way as best he could to where Deborah was taken so that healers could tend to her wounds. Deborah had enough time to leave if she wished so from since Zaheed last had spoken to here. Yet, the question was, did she stay? Zaheed opened the door...



Lord Vinicius


"We will camp here for the night."

And though Vinicius wished to go on, Bell thought otherwise, it of course being in best benefit for Vinicius. Vinicius in the end agreed to the idea of camp, "Well, alright, this will be the first time I get to sleep lying down, instead of hanging from chains." Yes, event he concept that he would be touching the dirt as he rested, that gave him joy. Since he had been ripped away from his castle and robbed of what he once treasured and needed, even the smallest things sparked a type of happiness he never felt even when having those past luxuries.

While Bell worked on clearing the campground Vinicius was going to make himself useful though he was exhausted and tired. Thus, he ventured out but not to far to some trees, there he scouted for branches because he did not have a blade to cut down the tree itself. With the many different sized branches he drug them back to the camp ground. Vinicius then built two small shelters one for himself and the other for Bell. Even though Vinicius just met the man, a man that he did not entirely trust, he was still going to in a way, look after and take care of him just as he did to Vinicius. It was because of his many missions in the military with his father, because during those years serving as a warrior for his people, he learned that what holds any army together is the brotherhood bred, because without unity there is division and with division there is disaster. So Vinicius learned with whoever he is traveling with that he cannot declare a threat treat them as a brother until so does the time come that he can decree differently.

After the half hour, he sat with Bell, still thinking about his blue fire. That was different, though Vinicius never liked the color blue, though he has blue eyes himself. It was for that is what the water tribe uses to identify themselves, just as the fire tribe uses colors like red, orange, and yellow.

"Eat, you'll need it. I can get you some meat as well if you want it. I don't eat meat anymore myself."

Grabbing the bread and flask of soup Vinicius responded, "Meat-- Hunting, may help me train my combatable skills, though to really consider it, hunting is not like fighting. No man looks at a hunter and thinks of him as a soldier. Because hunters hunt animals and soldiers fight men, man and animals are different. Animals kill to survive, it is one reason for them, but for a man, it could be a thousand. Heh," Vinicius chuckled slightly and then turned his head briefly to Bellistrad and then back at the fire. "My... my father told me that when I was little boy. I wanted to go hunting instead of training. Because hunting was quiet and still, yet in training there was a lot of yelling and running and fighting and... well.. I should of just been happy with anything he told me. I would do anything in a heartbeat if he could just be with me now."

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Bell sat by the fire and listened to Zotar speak of his past, opening up to Bellistrad in the simplest of ways. This was good knowledge that would help Bell heal Zotar of his pain, for the past is the first place that one must heal. Bell turned his body to Zotar after he finished his meal and took on a cross-legged meditation pose. "Sit like I do. I am going to show you something." Bell charged his lowest root chakra, the red chakra aligned with survival and fear. The root chakra was most powerful in Earth benders but if used correctly anyone can master it. Bell sent some of his root chakra energy through the ground to Zotar and started charging it for him.

"I want you to focus on your energy at the base of your spine. Tap into it like you were about to fire bend. Sort through the emotions that come from there, and tell me what you feel." This was the first step of the training Bellistrad would systematically reveal to Zotar to help heal him. After Zotar began concentrating on his root chakra Bell felt his aura fluctuate with his root chakra churning. "Feel your fear that you impose on yourself, and let it go. Forgive yourself and let it fall from you." He did not expect Zotar to be able to truely understand what he was saying or to complete the task at this time, but the attempt was enough of a start. If he did end up understanding this first time alone than it would be a large gap skipped for them and would save them time in their progress.

After the energy session, Bellistrad said nothing more and simply laid down to sleep and have his lucid dreams. He imagined that Zotar might have some strange dreams after altering his own chakra system as well. Whatever was going to happen with Zotar, Bell went off into his own world for a time as he slept, resting for the day to come.

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Walking in Zaheed saw the healers and made a gesture with his head that signaled for them to leave. Zaheed preferred things to be private. You never know what stories can be spread and information twisted inside the walls of a castle.

"Oh... You are here. If I've known you would come here I would've made myself a bit more presentable... Or at least avoided letting you see this."

"See what?" he asked, confused to why she would mention him see anything. The only form of sight or really vision Zaheed had left, was to sense life forces. But other than that it was nothing, just darkness and blobs which were people, their energy. Zaheed stroked his beard, trimming it would not be easy of course blind. And he wouldn't want a servant with a knife anywhere near his face. Growing out will have to do for now.

After an awkward pause sunk in Zaheed decided to speak out, “Your legs
 how are they?” Zaheed cared to know how much damage he was capable of though his intentions were not kill her. Death is not always the best option for a situation, yet Zotar always thought otherwise. Zaheed thought his brother too ignorant to not allow himself to be led by his emotions. One day that will hurt, and hurt more than anything else ever had.

“My intentions were not to kill you, my intentions were to make you suffer,” he was honest at least. “Crushing your legs and leaving you crippled was also not of my intentions.” Why Zaheed did not think to leave her legs unusable it was perhaps because making someone cripple cannot be undone, so if he did do that it may be a mistake, one he might regret and never be able to fix. Because now, her bones could be put back into function, yet his eyes could never be cure. Did he ever regret that he did not make Deborah cripple yes, but he did not let his emotions guide him this time.



Lord Vinicius


Vinicius did as Bellistrad had told him, whatever this was, he was going to trust him. Though, hours pervious, Vinicius felt uncomfortable, but he knew he had to get over that if he wanted to know who Bell really was- his strengths, skills, weakness, fears. So in the cross-legged sitting position, he continued to listen to Bell.

"I want you to focus on your energy at the base of your spine. Tap into it like you were about to fire bend. Sort through the emotions that come from there, and tell me what you feel."

This was quite odd for him, he never heard of this time of method for anything. What was he trying to do? Extract information from him, it did not seem so, because what would someone want to do with his feelings? That's not valuable information to Vinicius, so Bell could not be a spy. Then, what was this for?

"W-what I feel?" Vinicius questioned. "I... I feel like I need to fight. Yes, you told me to tap into my spine like I were to fire bend. And when I create fires I burn things, that's what fire's about- burning." Yes, he did not know at all how to answer that question. Was he suppose to say something deep and sentimental, Vinicius did not know that. Sure Bell told him to sort through his emotions, but all he could feel was a sense of instinct to be defensive. So that was what he did.

"Feel your fear that you impose on yourself, and let it go. Forgive yourself and let it fall from you."

"Fear? I-I'm not scared though," Vinicius claimed, though he was in denial, even trying to convince his own self that he did not feel the touch of fear. Of course he was scared, he did not know what was happening, but he suspected Bell was talking about his past. There was many things Vinicius wanted to say to Bell that night, like the past is the past and why does he want to go digging up what can't be undone.

That night, Vinicius pondered what Bell had said, Forgive yourself and let it fall from you, he was talking about the death of Vinicius's father, that was what Vinicius gathered though at first he had hoped that was not what he was speaking of. Vinicius did not want to think about forgiving himself, he did not want to dwell on the impossible. Because his mind steered with another direction with images- flashbacks of that night. Much like this one it was peaceful, calm with the sound of a warm crackling fire. Then suddenly they were ambushed, no they were trapped by cages of roots and thorns conjured by earth benders. Vinicius, with all he could of done, he burned through the plants that entangled him, but there was just so many of them. And by the time he finally made his way out and to his father, it was too late.

First struck the feeling of fear, then of regret, now anger. And Vinicius was never one to bottle his anger, not like his brother. His anger overflowed far to much to be contained. So he slipped away during the middle of the night where he found himself a pile of stones and boulders. There he struck the surfaces of the rock, over and over feeling the cartilage of his knuckles crumble with the skin bleeding. It hurt, it hurt bad, but nothing hurt more then being trapped. It was sad, because now though he was free, Vinicius still feel the chains around his wrists, the thorns surrounding him, with water like ice lashing against his freezing flesh. This was worse than being taken captive by Zianro, because now Vinicius faced that he created his own prison.

When the pain had gotten unbearable he yelled out in anger and frustration as he fell to the ground, griping a hold onto his bloody hands with knuckles opened and swollen.

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When morning came, Bell came out of his dreams and sat up inhaling the air. He immediately started performing Tai-Chi and energy flow movements similar to that of a water bender. His breathing was controlled and the growing sunlight made his hair shine bright blue almost like his flames. Now fully awake, Bellistrad looked around the camp and saw no sign of Zotar. He did not expect him to have gone far and scanned the area with his heat sensing ability. He found a large heat mass not far away and started for it.

He found Zotar asleep on the ground next to a blood stained rock and his knuckles scabbed over. Bell shook his head at the scene and laughed, hoping he had gotten his emotions out of his system. Kicking at Zotar's feet to wake him, Bell turns around to head back and wait for Zotar to return. Back at the campsite Bell starts to pack up things for their travel. He left the structures that Zotar had made for other travelers in potential need of shelter.

Once Zotar had returned and the campsite cleaned Bellistrad did one last thing for the road ahead. Since he would not be in contact with the ground he instead put his palms to the earth for several minutes, taking in as much energy from the ground as he could. Earth benders could take more energy from the earth than he could but his root chakra was trained enough to do so for him. Now charged, Bell got on his horse and let Zotar take the lead same as yesterday. "When we get to a fork in the road, take the left path. I would rather not go to Murtovaara just yet."

Bell soon fell asleep on the horse again, his book in his lap like last time open with pages flipping in the light wind. His energy was elsewhere as he put full faith in his safety to Zotar.

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"I first wished to know of your condition, and now I hear you can limp. That is better then not walking at all. But getting onto my second reason to coming here, I do not know where to go from here with my powers." Yes it was true, Zaheed was unsure of what of goals and potentials he had left for this new ability for him. It was because he had done the impossible, what he would never think could happened did. Now what?

"Thus, I now believe I will focus my mind on other matter such as conquering other nations and strengthening my troops. As I had said before Shadowfen, you did indeed fulfill what I had planned when I hired you to guide me." Guide Zaheed never put it like that, but it made sense now and was actually quite beautiful that way, knowing that Deborah has the ability to conjure light, bringing him out of the dark lack of magical knowledge. "Hm, Deborah how do you feel about being an agent? Of course you will have no ties to the military, so you won't have to worry about that. But instead picture yourself as a rogue, perhaps even accompanied with other ragtag warriors."

Yes, though Zaheed was once a general he did not completely rely or put faith into his soldiers, because there are some things troops won't do. No, they care too much about honor and glory, yet with the right price mercenaries will do anything. "Now most kings do not value mercenaries yet, I am not like most kings. And besides, I believe you will fit right in, most sellswords are looked down upon for their past and unusual powers, therefore they cannot never find a job as a soldier. But no matter, its perhaps more fun as a mercenary, less rules."

Zaheed believed Deborah will heal in a matter of days, or even perhaps in just one week. He has seen soldiers reeking with death, yet they still manage to bounce back up and fight.



Lord Vinicius


He was awaken with knuckles stinging and hand throbbing in the morning by Bell. To his surprise Bell did not make much of a reaction. But instead they gathered up what they had and left the camp with Vinicius like before taking the ropes and leading the horse. But before they left Vinicius tore off fabric from the cloak given to him so that he could use it as bandages for his bloody hands.

When we get to a fork in the road, take the left path. I would rather not go to Murtovaara just yet."

"I was not planned on it, I was headed for Shadowfen." Yes, Vinicius wanted to make it there first, he wanted to see if this was true, his brother attacked the earth tribe. During the journey Vinicius walked many steps through hills and streams he went, though stopped when he felt his body aching for him to quench his thirst. He tried ignoring it long enough but had gotten to the point of staggering steps and dizzy vision.

Stopping, Vinicius did not actually want to dip his hands into the pond he approached, he felt sick when just looked at water ever since Zianro's dungeon. But it was what his body wanted, and if Vinicius wanted to survive then he had to listen to it. So Vinicius cupped his hands together for a drink. And as he submerges his fingers, he could see the blood from his hands mix into the liquid. While doing so Vinicius asked Bell, "How much father did you believe we are from Shadowfen?"

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Bellistrad woke to the sound of water nearby, and slowly perked up. He adjusted his book and put it away for the moment as he looked up at the sky. It was a little after noon already by the suns positioning. He looked around and found they were nearing Airedale. They had not yet gotten to the second cross path, which leads to either Airedale or on a north path to Shadowfen. Bellistrad stood up straight in his saddle, his feet balancing on the leather as he looked far ahead on the trail to judge their distance.

He only noticed that Zotar was tired when he stopped and went for a nearby pond and asked his question. "At this pace we should arrive a little sooner than I thought, maybe two days after this one." Bell started stripping off his clothes when Zotar wasn't looking and jumped over his head to dive into the pond with a whoop and splash. Unlike most other firebenders, Bell could suppress his fire nature enough so that water did not hurt him for a short time. He was unable to bend fire with any strength while this occurred however.

Popping his head out of the water Bell squirted a stream of water out of his mouth at Zotar playfully."I think this is a great place to rest for awhile. Why don't we fill up water skins and have a bite to eat before we go on, eh?" He swam around in the pond for a while longer than exited and dried off with a burst of fire across his body. He re-clothed himself and took out some dried food, giving some to Zotar and eating some himself before filling up their water skins and canteens. He had a quick smoke before getting back on the horse and thinking about where they would be going next.

"Now, there is another fork about a mile up the road. Go down the northern path on the right and we will be clear all the way to Shadowfen. Watch out for fire soldiers, I don't know how many will be in the area."

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Zaheed could tell Deborah was not much happy or even in the slightest form happy about his new idea. Yet, there was a chance he did not say it the right way. So as she may her way ever so slowly to her bed grumbling, Zaheed continued speaking, "Hm, perhaps I did not say it quite as so it should be put. They are not actually mercenaries, well, I guess in a way they could be called that, but a better word to identify them would be assassin." Zaheed did not know if that made things better or not, but he was being clear and honest what type of people he was talking about. "They of course all work alone, and by they, I mean my three other assassins, each one has a different target or general task they fulfill each with such secret information." Zaheed's voice was now lower, he was speaking of something he would not typical want eavesdroppers to hear.

"But now, I have a new target..." He of course talking about his brother, yet she did not know, she did not know anything of what he had done to gain the throne. But soon she will. "It is going to be one of the most important matters at hand. Let's just say that this target determines whether or not I stay as king." Zaheed would be putting a lot of faith in Deborah to be hiring her for a type of mission as such, but he felt she could get things done without having pity emotions or patriotism get in the way. "Though I understand you have never had rogue training. No worries, I will try to train you all I can in a matter of three days." It will be quite a task, especially knowing that Zaheed is a warrior not a rogue, yet he has trained thousands and thousands of men and women of the tribe in his military career. Besides he would get a little help from a friend.

"However before we start that, I will meet you in your room once you inform a guard you are on your way. Because there are things I must tell you in a much more private setting." Zaheed made a small bow with his head before taking his exit. He already started thinking about the words he would gather, all the secrets he would tell.



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Vinicius watched as Bellistrad fully submered himself into the body of water, something Vinicius would never dared to do, and really never has done. Yes, it was true, for even when he decides to maintain a quality hygiene he does not bathe but instead is showered with water and perfumes, but never does he dip himself into the water. After their break, the two, headed back to the trail.

"Now, there is another fork about a mile up the road. Go down the northern path on the right and we will be clear all the way to Shadowfen. Watch out for fire soldiers, I don't know how many will be in the area."

"Soldiers, huh?" Vinicius did not want to discovered yet and if it weren't for his brands he would not be. But because he had ripped part of the arms from the cloak for bandages, his marks shown. Vinicius stopped, "Is there anything I could use to cover my brand marks, I prefer not to be found out yet."

Though Vinicius since he was taken, had the urge and the ever most desire to run back home, he wasn't, he wanted to be wise about his decision. However most in circumstances Vinicius proves to be impulsive when it comes down to making choices. It seemed his time as Zianro's prisoner has matured Vinicius. He had plenty of time rotting away and thinking about life and death. Now it was time to put those thoughts to the test.

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Bell had not thought about the brand marks on Zotar's wrists, but luckily he had a solution. Bell rummaged through his pack behind him for several minutes, shifting things around as he went until he pulled a pair of leather bracers that would perfectly cover Zotar's scars. He tosses them to Zotar and turns himself back around on the horse after shutting his pack and brings his hookah around with him in his lap.

"I think we should cut your hair as well. All that time in the prison has let it get long and tangled." He let these words float between them as he place his usual herbs into his hookah and smoked as they moved. The fork was easy enough to see when they came to it, with a small sign faded from years of disrepair. The right path was slightly overgrown, but not hard to travel by. Bellistrad got a little excited when they traveled about 3 hours down the right path.

"We are about to enter the great forest of Shadowfen. It is going to get very dark very fast." Almost on command, they rounded the next bend and bear witness to a wall of giant trees at least three times taller and wider than the ones they had been traveling through before. As they moved under the first branches the shadows that covered them was almost like a silk cloak that covered everything around them. Several places ahead of them had small streams of light coming into the forest like godly pillars of salvation where certain plants grew around.

Bellistrad lit his raised hand ablaze in a orb of fire around it to shine into the darkness. This light still only illuminated the traveling pair, their horse, and anything within ten feet of them. It was enough to travel by however."This is strange. Normally the tribesmen of Earth would be watching us right now, but I don't sense them nearby."

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General King Zaheed


Zaheed entered Deborah's quarters, though this time he brought guards with him. It was not that he needed soldiers to defend him, no he was very much capable enough to handle himself. Yet, the king instead wished to send a message- that he was the one with advantages here, he was the superior. Ever since what happened in Shadowfen the question of whether not he could trust Deborah still lingered in her head. But why dispose of a tool when you can instead fix and put it into function? Tools, weapons, things, that all he saw others as since his sight had been taken away, all he can see now is power, energy, not faces, not expressions, just power. And he had an appetite for power, though he also had self-control. And he had not made the decision to drain Deborah of hers.

Once he was actually inside the room he waved off his guards, he needed privacy, and only wanted to show his control for mere quick moments. He wanted for all of the men and women to leave before speaking, "Now... I give you the choice, do you wish to become an assassin? I do have another job for you. Though its actually you keeping your old one, well you would still be my mage. Though not in the same way..."

Zaheed started to do his thing again where he paced around Deborah. It was extremely uncomfortable for he did it in a way a lion stalks in a circle around his prey. But Zaheed liked the thought that he showed he was the apex predator here. "So Deborah you know how I said when you were inside your cell, that if you were not going to get up, if you were merely just going to lie there that I would absorb your power. Well, I can still do that now, but I give you the benefit of a choice. Become an assassin and face a path that may prove foreign even uncomfortable for you or.... Hold out your hand."

Of course he did not need her to hold out her hand in order for him to feed off her magic source, but he enjoyed giving her the illusion that she had power while also showing his superiority. Zaheed stopped, not sure if he was facing her or not. "I promise... I won't kill you. Make your decision now... or you know what, perhaps it be better I do this."

Zaheed focused on the glowing light he saw through all the other darkness of his blind vision. There he transferred a very small amount of his energy source to hers. "Did you really believe I was going to devour you? Or make you an assassin? I strengthened you, I can do continue to do so, when on my side, perhaps not specifically in that way. But I'm sure you get the point. Your fate is determined by how you answer this question, Deborah what is it you wish to become? If there be any position you want, say it now."




Lord Vinicius


They approached what was suppose to be earth tribe territory, but he did not see any of their tribesmen. What if Zaheed was a bad man, a monster? No, Vinicius rejected his mind to make such thoughts, he loved his brother, and believed Zaheed felt the same way. But what if Bell was right, that Zaheed basically sold him off to Zianro. Could Vinicius find anywhere in his heart to forgive him?

"We must be stealthy about this, because if my brother's men are here they will take fast notice of two wandering travelers and a horse." Vinicius stopped, he perhaps thought it be best he go by himself, but he was in no shape to defend himself against a band of military trained soldiers if he were caught, and Vinicius did not want to go home, not yet. He wanted to sort things out first. "Do you have any weapons with you, Bellistrad? A dagger? Maybe two?"

No Vinicius was not planning on springing into any type of combat, though he wanted to be best prepared as he could. After the night of ball, Vinicius felt always had to be prepared for anything.

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Bell slid off the horse as he put his light out and took the reigns from Zotar, replacing them with a Fire Tribe sword. He knew Zotar would be glad the weapon in his hands was a familiar one. Fire Tribe swords were always warm when held by their nations benders and gave them comfort. Bell took the saddle off of his horse and folded it so it could be tied to the back of his pack. He put his pack on and adjusted it until it was comfortable.

Letting his horse loose back the way they had came Bell started down the path a ways."I suggest we don't use lights from here on out, if we wish to remain undetected. I know my way through this area, so if you need to use your heat sense and stick close to me. I will be scanning for heat ahead of us as we go." The trail was long and had many curves to it. It went around giant boulders, ancient trees, cross over rivers with almost natural looking bridges and even became overgrown in places. The journey took them until it was noticeably night time as they could see the full moon through some of the tree branches.

Bell stopped them under a particularly large tree with a large branch low to the ground that would act like a partial roof above their heads. They made no fire but they hardly needed it as the forest offered trapped heat that kept them warm throughout the night. Bell began meditating and gestured for Zotar to join him."Let us continue with breathing techniques. Similar to those used in fire bending, meditation breath is all about calming the mind and body while keeping a steady rhythm. Eventually your thoughts will drift off on their own. Count your breathes and concentrate on the same subject as our last session."

Bell meditated next to Zotar throughout the night. Whether Zotar meditated that long or not was up to him, as Bell knew he would have to work at his own pace. When daylight came Bell was still meditating, his mind at rest while he soul explored.

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General King Zaheed


Loyalty? Zaheed was not expecting that, not after what happened in Shadowfen. But what confused him even more was her saying that she would be fine if his decision were to forbid her to ever come back to work for him. But no matter, Zaheed believed her because she did have the choice and chance to leave, but she didn't. Thus, she proved to be trustworthy to lay a very important mission into her hands.

Zaheed ceased his pacing and instead back up, folding his arms. "Very well...," he responded, preparing himself for the news he was going to soon release. Yes, there were places in his mind doubted that he could trust her because that was just him as a person, always wary of others, never sure who they really are inside because he knows from himself, people are liars. The only being that yet knows about his sinister schemes to the throne was Icarus, his bird, but other than him, no one. "Deborah, do you recall me mention that I went through much blood to get to where I am as king?" His voice was much lower now, perhaps the lowest volume he could put it in and not be inaudible. "Well, I was not lying of course, but-- Hm, let me start from the beginning. Let us have a seat."

Zaheed staggered his way, finding a chair, he eventually needed help from Deborah. But this was it, the first time he spoke to a someone about his past, who he was as a person, and unleashed his dark secrets. "Lord Zarfu, my father, broke the tradition of the eldest son of the king takes the throne, and decreed Zotar become the tribe's next leader. I should of suspected it sooner, because you see ever since I was a child nothing I ever was could hold a candle to Zotar in my father's eyes. Nothing. And it was not like I did not put any effort, I was General of his armies, I was the reason for his success, well much more than Zotar. Because what was he to my father? A prince, that was it, a mere prince, he had no military rank, yet Zotar was the golden child enough so to steal the throne away from me. And I was determined to go through any extent to get it back. But what really pisses me off was that Zotar was one always angry, so much so he named himself Vinicius, vengeance. He had no right to be angry, he had the throne, I should of been the furious one. And I was, but I did not let him know that...

My mother was ill, so she was not in a state to rule, so Zotar took over. And in the meantime, I devised a plan to get rid of Zotar and to make sure my mother stayed sick. Thus I met with Zianro Azura, the leader of the water tribe, and discussed a plan to sneak his men into the castle on the night of Zotar's ball where he then was kidnapped. Of course situations like this happening within the fire tribe is not unusual, they have a past of assassinations of kings so that others may take their place.

But whatever Zianro did with Zotar I don't know, but I do know he is free and knowing Zotar he will try to come back here as if he is welcomed. And I cannot risk that, especially knowing it is his right to take back the throne. And thus that is the reason I needed you as an assassin, because I believe you are the only person I can trust with this type of information. And of course, because I need Zotar eliminated before he reaches this castle."




Lord Vinicius


The feeling of a sword in hand was one step to forging Vinicius back into the skillful warrior he was rather than a mad wrestling with self-torment and hate. He tightly wrapped his grip around the hilt as he stroked his finger down the flat side of the blade, "It has been long..." It indeed had, the last time he was equipped was the night of his father's death. So one could imagine the mix feelings Vinicius was flooded with, feelings and thoughts like, Those murders will pay. No, I shouldn't be impulsive, shouldn't make a stupid mistake that I can never get myself out of. But what if restraining myself is a stupid decision?

Vinicius finally just put the sword down by his side, those thoughts will have there place later. But Vinicius was grateful to have it at hand, but not only that, he started feel better about this Bellistrad. He armed Vinicius, he did not have to do that, he could of lied and said he had no weapons with him. Yet he didn't, and because of that Vinicius felt safer around him. Besides, Bell did seem like a smart guy for now though there were things about him Vinicius did not understand. Though bringing up the suggestion that they should not conjure any flames was a wise choice, one Vinicius agreed to in a swift nod.

He followed Bell to spot under a tree with a branch to act as a roof. "Let us continue with breathing techniques. Similar to those used in fire bending, meditation breath is all about calming the mind and body while keeping a steady rhythm. Eventually your thoughts will drift off on their own. Count your breathes and concentrate on the same subject as our last session." And then there goes that part about Bell that Vinicius did not understand, well Vinicius has heard about meditation, but never really met anybody who actually meditated. But because Vinicius so far trusted Bell for first freeing him and second giving him a weapon Vinicius did not ask questions but inside cooperated.

He sat crossed legged, closed his eyes, and tried remembering what they last talked about while meditating, whatever that was, which he presumed breathing slowly and calmly. He started to think about his father again, how much he always wanted to make that man proud, doing his best to do so. But that was the thing, doing his best, that got Vinicius thinking, Was I not doing just that, my best? What more could I do? What more could anyone do? He felt like he was pleading himself innocent in front a judge, that judge being himself. And that was when he responded back, Nothing... nothing. You did your best, Zotar.

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When morning began, Bellistrad came out of his meditation and immediately smile. His reality had become lucid and profound after the nights meditation as it usually was. Everything he experienced was fuller and richer than before as his eyes were opened to the true world, not covered by preconceptions or veils of emotion. Enjoying it for a time Bell knew he could not make it last forever as he had things he had to focus on that would cause his reality to shift once again. Letting the lucid reality fade into obscurity Bell stood up and started packing their camp site.

He let Zotar sleep as long as he needed to and when the camp was clear he woke Zotar gently. Zotar felt different to Bell this day, as if his energy had changed. Whatever it was Bell did not want Zotar to get too deep into it. He held up his hand palm out and fingers point to stop whatever Zotar might have wanted to say. "Whatever you experience in meditation is for you alone, unless you know otherwise."

With that Bell started on the last leg of their journey. It would take them all day to get to Shadowfen but it should come into view around nightfall. Bell was having mixed emotions about coming to Shadowfen in the first place, but it was needed for Zotar to accept the truth. He himself wondered what his reaction would be to whatever they found. He feared the worst but hoped for the best.

The trek ended soon enough as they finally saw torches in the distance, and a lack of trees continuing on. Bell crouched down and snuck closer to the light of the torches and beckoned Zotar to do the same. What they saw, was almost unbelievable. A large part of the forest where Shadowfen was supposed to be was now bare to the ground of any trees. Crude structures housed what was left of the Earth Tribe in slave shackles and Fire Tribe soldiers patrolled them carrying torches to ward off the darkness of night.

Bell had felt this destruction all the way from Lakeshore, but seeing it upclose was far worse for him. He stared at the scene with tears falling from his eyes, his heat and energy becoming scrambled within his body and soul. He could hardly move from his spot and had to swallow his saliva so he did not puke from the stress. It was has he had feared, everything was destroyed and an entire race was enslaved.

"Zotar... do you believe me now? Your brother needs to be defeated one way or another." His voice was shaky and weak as Bell's eyes dilated and overflowed with tears. He wiped his eyes and tried to hold himself and stop his shaking. The pain of loosing Shadowfen was almost unbearable for Bellistrad.

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General King Zaheed


Zaheed was pleased that she was completely fine with taking the job of an assassin. He felt it a wise choice to put her in the place of one because she had a unique power, one that could not identify her with a tribe. Because Zaheed knows proof from the murder of their father, Zotar will blame a whole tribe for the assassin.

"Well, I think you understand what I'm implying. How am I supposed to kill him before he kills me."

Yes, Zotar was a talented fighter, he was quick and fought like a rogue. Yet with Zaheed knowing that Zotar has been locked away from almost a month and most likely it was by the hands of Zianro, he is not nearly as skillful as he once was. And his honor was another thing, as Zaheed recalled on his younger brother's coronation, Zotar refused to duel a woman. He was always like that, being a polite gentleman. Though Zaheed cannot bet he will act the same way again, perhaps not to an assassin.

But if there were one thing the king was confident in, it was his training. Sure, he would only take a matter of three days training her due to time, though Zaheed has trained thousands of men and women before in both warrior and rogue classes. And Deborah also had that power of her, she could easily blind him and then swiftly slice his throat. However, Zaheed was going to give her freedom in how she wishes to execute her kill.

"That will depend upon the weapon you choose and also the tactic. Though I wish for you to be not in far distance, so no arrows nor throwing knives, because I want you be sure this man is my brother. Thus you are going to have to check his forearms; if they are covered with any sort of wrapping, you must rip it off before killing him. Which may not be hard for you if you simply blind him, rip any covering off, and discover if he is Zotar are not. Tomorrow I will get an update of the suspected location and a suspected man that may be my brother.

However you have another interesting option, you could go undercover. This will buy you time to get closer to him without him assuming anything and thus easier for you to make your kill. f you decide to do this you will require less combat training and inside more insight information about Zotar. A stab to his back gives you a higher chance of survival. But the choice is yours."




Lord Vinicius


"Zotar... do you believe me now? Your brother needs to be defeated one way or another."

Vinicius frozed letting his eyes absorb the horrid sight in front of him as his back was faced Bell. So Zaheed really did attack Shadowfen, well, attack would only be vague, he burned it, exploited it; Bellistrad was right. But Vinicius did not agree with him, no, not when hearing that Zaheed should be defeated for conquering Shadowfen. "Its Vinicius...," his words were like venom, menacing even threatening. His whole body had tightened start from the spine and spreading throughout with fist clenched and brow deeply furrowed.

He was trying his best not to allow his palms to erupt infernos, but the anger inside of him boiled profusely, so much so that his veins glowed like red hot iron, with light sweeping out of the crevices of his fist. One moment Vinicius felt he could actually trust this Bell, he began to like this guy. But now, Vinicius was one step from doing something he may highly regret, something rash, something deadly...

"These people deserve this," he growled. "Their people killed my father!" Yes it was true, rogue earth tribe assassins though hired by the water tribe, but Vinicius did not know that. And even I he did, with this much anger and vengeance, he did not care. "How dare you hope for my brother's defeat, when they were destined for this the second the first drop of my father's blood fell." Zotar lifted up the sword in his hand, marching closer to Bell in an offensive stance. "Who are you? Bell, is it? You really believe my brother should be my enemy here?"

Vinicius could already tell Bellistrad was in enough pain as it was, but he did not care. He was mad at Bell, for him to wish for his brother's downfall. Right now in Vinicius's eyes, Bell was hurting his family. And there was one trait that stuck out very dominantly about Vinicius, he was a family man. And when anyone held such unrighteous claim against them, he was willing to end them.

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Bell listened to Zotar's words, and knew that he was far from ready to face his brother. He still held onto his naive family traditions and was never let into the know about his heritage. Bell did not care much that Zotar was now threatening him with his own sword, he was too much in emotional chaos to lift his energy to defend himself. "Kill me if you wish, 'Vinicius'. If my death will help you understand yourself than by all means, let me help you by not fighting back." Bell sat there unmoving, watching the events of the slaves and soldiers that had once been Shadowfen.

Bell almost missed the one person that would notice them hiding near the fringes of the forest edge. A Firetribe mage had sensed their heat and wasted no time making Bell and Zotar's position apparent. Bell let his body fall flat on the ground as a large missle of fire came at the two of them. The fire would blaze right over Bell's body, and whatever Zotar did about the attack he ignored. Bell had little will at that moment and it would take a few days of self repair to get himself back on track. He doubted he could even bend fire in his current state of mind.

He rolled back into the woods further and hid in the bushes, suppressing his heat as to not be sensed again. He stayed there as he calmed himself down from his chaotic emotions and afterwards crawled away from the fight about to ensue. It took him several minutes to find a small and secure hole for him to hide in as he took refuge from the fire bender and Zotar. He would eventually regroup with him but under controlled circumstances. For now he had to wait and watch.

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Zaheed did not feel that Deborah was questioning him, rather that she was questioning herself and her abilities. Pretending that he loved Zotar came natural to Zaheed, thus getting his brother on his side with his trust was easy. Yet again, Zotar is a family man. And Zaheed does not have any updates on his brother's temperament; people can change over time through circumstance, and Zotar just might be one of those people.

"And I have never really been that good at not getting angry at people
 all the time. Wouldn’t I just get kicked out of the camp in the end? Before I’ve been able to confirm that it’s him?”

"Zotar has a much shorter temper than I do. So angering him is quite easy as it is..." If she had already admitted that she tends to bring people to fury, then perhaps it be best she not go undercover. Or, Zaheed could always state that if there are any issues that appear, she could always decide to attack him. Therefore she seems less of an assassin and more of a woman who got pissed off.

“I haven’t really done anything like this before
 I just want to succeed
”

"No worries," Zaheed smiled, enjoying her strive for success. "We will devise a plan of course. But if you decide to go undercover you may wish to decide on a false identification, thus meaning story and such. Which the best idea you can keep in mind is bend the truth but stay the closest to it. Although I must say, there are some traits of Zotar that may prove to be a problem to you, knowing that you will feel the opposite of. One being, Zotar is extremely patriotic. He loves this nation as the fire tribe, an anyone apart of it he sees automatically as one of him.

If we could somehow create a backstory for you involving some positive affliction with the tribe, he will be open to trusting you." Zaheed was happy on sending Deborah on a undercover mission because if she gets caught, Zotar will not account a tribe for her. Yet if she claims some connection to the fire tribe Zotar may blame them, yet there is also a chance he may not if she only had connection, though not apart of the tribe.



Lord Vinicius


"Kill me if you wish, 'Vinicius'. If my death will help you understand yourself than by all means, let me help you by not fighting back." Vinicius was expecting more of a reaction, sure Bell had spoken to him, though that was it. Because Bellistrad did not even move nor look at a man threatening his life with a sword in his hand. But that did not stop Vinicius's urge to attack, sure he felt conflicted due to the fact that it felt unnatural and sadistic to him to fight a man willing to just stand there and accept his fate. But then Vinicius reminds himself this man wishes to hurt his family, his brother, that is.

Though as Vinicius began to charge Bellistrad, he noticed the man collapse to the ground, flattening his body. That confused Vinicius enough that he froze to give an facial expression of bewilderment. And as he did, he heard type of rushing roar behind him. Thus, he turned around, and while doing so the flames from the missile caught onto his long flowing hair spreading to both his face and to the clothing it was touching. Everything happened so fast for Vinicius, but most importantly, it was all unsuspected, or at least he did not keep anything like this happening in mind.

Next thing he knows the missile strikes the ground near him, causing him to fall back against the hard ground. Vinicius could not hear anything but a high pitch ringing in his ears from the attack of the missile. His vision was getting blurry as his head throbbed and shook with pain. But he was not going to allow himself to turn into unconsciousness, not in an area with potential attackers. Though when Vinicius tried getting up his back screamed with torment; he could smell the burning of his own flesh. Almost half of his head, where his hair once was scorched with one half of the left side of is face burnt also. Yes, he was a fire bender, yet burning his body like this was far from bearable.

No soldiers came to investigate any further. Before Vinicius came to Shadowfen, he looked like corpse already, now he was a burning corpse to them. But it pained Vinicius to know those were his people, and they hurt him. But it must of been a misunderstanding, or so he hoped. Also he tried to hang onto the faith that his brother would not wish for this type of destruction against him. However, no matter what, he had no choice but to lie there, though as stubborn as he was Vinicius pushed his body to get up until it gave up, and he went into something he so dearly wished not to- unconsciousness.

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Bellistrad was able to calm himself down and think rationally for a moment, leading him to move out of his hiding place and take a peek at what was going on with Zotar. It seemed the Fire King was on fire; the very thought of which sent Bellistrad into a fit of laughter that lifted his spirits for a moment. Crawling over to Zotar, Bellistrad took a blanket out of his pack and poured water from a canteen onto it than draped it over Zotar. With the flames now smothered Bell dragged Zotar back into the cover of the forest where the fire soldiers could not see them.

Bell recovered his sword and leaned it against a nearby tree. He kept an eye on the slave area as he took the blanket off of Zotar and examined his burns. They seemed to be luckily minor thanks to the short amount of time they had actually been lit. Bell searched his pack for a container of burn salve and spread it onto his hands so he could easily apply it to Zotar's wounds. As he spread the soothing and pain relieving salve across Zotar, Bell almost laughed again at the situation. "This should teach you a valuable lesson about Karma, Vinicius. Your emotions dictate how the world reacts to you. If you are negative than your world will be negative to you, and vice versa. This is why I choose to spread love and happiness no matter what other people think."

Bell wipes the access salve back into his container and stores it into his pack once more and cleans his hands off with some leaves."Makes you wonder why you've had so much bad luck after you changed your name doesn't it?" Bell tries to spark flames across his hands to get the last bit of salve off of his hands, but nothing happens when he does. He attempts again to make fire in his hand but only gets a small flickering light instead of the blue orb he wanted. This meant he needed to cleanse out his emotions once more, or if need be use his negative emotions to fuel his fire in an emergency.

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Could this work? It was a question Zaheed continuously asked himself. Deborah has never done any undercover work, or anything near. So sending her in with a false identification is a big risk. But the fact that Zotar was patriotic to the tribe was a high concern. Zotar basically stalked their father, well that was probably an exaggeration from Zaheed, but would there be a possibility that his brother may remember Deborah's mother, thus concluding who she is.

"You have a good point there. Perhaps the wisest action to take for this mission would to blind him, check his forearms for the brands, if there are any wrappings over them- rip those off, and if you see the markings, then you are confirmed to make the kill." It sounded simple enough, but through Zaheed's many years of military life and personal experience, he knows nothing is ever so simple as it seems. "Come now, we mustn't waste anymore time. Your training must start now."

Zaheed with help of his guards were guided to his private training grounds. The reason why Zaheed chose those training grounds, rather than the public ones open to soldiers, was because he did not want anyone to know Deborah was the one training. That would then raise a lot of questions because of her lack of any military rank or history. But instead, if they were both alone, everyone who just assume Zaheed was trying to woo her with his combat skills even though he is blind, because at this point perhaps everyone in the tribe knows nothing his going to stop this man.

Though they were not the only two in the room, instead Zaheed's little friend tagged along. Icarus was once a man and Zaheed's assassin before the curse that changed his life forever. But no matter, apart of that curse being that his master would be only one who could hear him cry, his master being the man who hired him, Zaheed. In other words, Zaheed would be the only one who could understand Icarus's chirping. Zaheed stood back with his bird riding on his abnormally large shoulder, as he trained Deborah to wield to daggers. It would be good for her to learn that weapon style well, studying the strengths and weaknesses of it. Because that was the way Zotar often fought.




Lord Vinicius


"Ah...," Vinicius woke up feeling like his head had just gone through a thrashing like a bucket stomping grapes. But his head was not the only problem, though a part of scalp was singed, his back also stung as it also had gotten into the way of the fire. But fire and pain was not the only things to encounter Vinicius, no, for Bellistrad had eventually caught of with the former fire lord. Vinicius did not know why, well, he had the idea, it may have been because of the trait inside of Bell that he noticed, forgiveness. This guy just won't give up, will he? Vinicius thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he could catch a glimpse of Bell's blue hair.

"This should teach you a valuable lesson about Karma, Vinicius. Your emotions dictate how the world reacts to you. If you are negative than your world will be negative to you, and vice versa."

"Huh, is that right?" Vinicius spoke in a scratchy rough voice, almost like his growl but not so intimidating, moreover grumpy. "Well the world can kiss my-- Ah! Easy! Easy..." Vinicius did not even try at this point to comprehend Bell's sayings, no, he was tired as cranky as an old man. Because if Vinicius was in normal mindset, he would not be so complaining as he was now. But after taking some pretty bad burns to different parts of his body and especially to what happened between him and Bell, Vinicius wanted to do the exact opposite to what Bell instructed him to do. Yes, in fact, to Vinicius, the world sucked.

"Makes you wonder why you've had so much bad luck after you changed your name doesn't it?"

"First of all," he grunted "I don't believe in luck. Everything happens for a reason. And second, if bad things happened to me after I decided to bear the name, Vinicius. Then explain my father's death? You know what,I don't... I don't want to talk about." That was right, Vinicius does not want what happened to him last time when dwelling on his regret happen again. Though, perhaps even if he did, he would not allow his anger to get the best of him. Because there is a difference between him now and him then when he was smashing his bloody swollen knuckles into rocks, he has forgiven himself. But still, Vinicius felt a seed of sorrow bloom into his heart every time he thought of spoke of it, usually sorrow mixed with anger.

"Okay, I saw Shadowfen. Now, I'm going to find some sharp pointy objects and show them off to Zianro and that stupid head of his." Yes, yes, Vinicius was still holding a grudge against Zianro, but how couldn't he, a man who is known to hold grudges, even so much so his title implies that.

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Bell listened to Zotar as he spoke and felt he was ready to move on to the next stage of training. It would have to be faster in this process if anything was going to get done. But this revenge on Zianro would have to be quelled, nothing good would come of it. "Zianro was acting as a leader should. He made a deal to protect his people from an enemy in a partial truce. All the truce required was your containment. Personally I am sure you would have done the same thing in his situation, and more than likely attacked the opposing tribe while they were confused." Bell inspected the burns now that the salve had a chance to soak into his flesh.

The burns looked to be swelling as they should be. Bell reached into his pack and took out some light gauze, wrapping the first couple inches around his wrist for easier access and proped Zotar's head up on his knee before getting to work lightly wrapping the burn sites. He did not see any fire soldiers approaching them so he guessed they fooled themselves into thinking it was nothing but a forest animal they had shot at.

After he had finished wrapping up Zotar Bell helped him stand up slowly so they could move. "I don't see a good way to deal with Shadowfen right now, so I suggest we go to a safer place until you are healed. I have just the place in mind and it is actually not far from here." Bellistrad started walking to the south and grabbed up his sword and pack. He handed the sword back to Zotar so he could use it as a walking cane. He did not care if Zotar tried to strike him down with his back turned, if it happened than Bell had failed as a teacher.

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It would take them only four hours to arrive at Bell's location, by that time it was midnight. The gentle sounds of falling water filled the forest air as they came down a shallow hill and around a bend to a tall waterfall. "Where we are. What do you think?" Bell laughed and stepped on a thin ledge that went under the waterfall into a cave. Not the most original hiding place but it would keep firebenders out just from the fear of getting wet. Inside was a large room filled with all sorts of supplies, a couple of beds, and a single ray of light from the outside through a small crack in the ceiling illuminating a flower rested there by Bellistrad.

Bell went to one of the mat beds and sat on it cross legged and began to meditate."I believe you are ready to begin the next chakra. Begin by focusing on the energy in your naval, same as before. This time I want you to think about your relationships with other people. Family, friends, platonic, romantic or sexual. Focus on the source of your emotions for them, what beliefs do you have that limit your emotions or cloud them and see what you really feel about them and yourself." Bellistrad could not help Zotar with energy this time, he had to heal his own energy which he began doing immediately.

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It was a good couple hours that Zaheed trained Deborah, though he had only wished he could see her progress. The only way he knew of what she was doing was by his bird being his eyes for him. Today was going over some basics of combat, nothing too fancy yet. But either way, one high worry for Zaheed was Deborah's legs, knowing against Zotar she would have to be quick and graceful. Zaheed wondered he could fix that concern.

"That's enough," Zaheed concluded the practice with Icarus squawking words to him he could only understand. Zaheed turned to his pet, "Shut up, you shouldn't say things like that. Need me to remind you of your past? Besides, don't tempt me to put you in your cage, because I will." Icarus was jealous Deborah indeed, well, he also did not take any liking to her. The only reason why he cared to aid in training her was because Zaheed summoned him to. Icarus was prideful to think he would be a far superior assassin than Deborah, which he was probably right but that is because his life was dedicated to the assassination business.

Though sure, Zaheed could of hired a different assassin in the first place instead of Deborah. But Zaheed felt he could not trust them. Zaheed trusted Deborah when after the brawl in Shadowfen she had the choice to leave him, yet she did not. Sure, he could be enraged all he wanted about how she mocked him or blinded him, but there was a positive trait about Zaheed, he knew how to move on from things, putting his mind on bigger better things, thus moving him forward. That was one matter he never understood about Zotar however, why would he devote a large amount of his life to constantly keep in mind someone or something he hates? Why not move on?

"Icarus, you can leave," Zaheed dismissed his bird, with it chirping away before reaching an exit. "Deborah, how are your legs doing? I wish you to be in best health when you head out for your mission." Once she had responded he then, out of subject asked a question rather than barked a command, "Could you hold your hand out for me?" But then he suspected she would hesitate to because of his way to shift power into her, but he was not planning on doing that. "Here," Zaheed grabbed her hand after a few misses of grasping the air, it may have been incredibly awkward, but he had an explanation.

"I have already mentioned that all I see is darkness and then a blur of light- your energy source. I wished to grab your hand because I've been losing an image of what person looks like, all I ever see now that power. But due to your loyalty, the fact that you had the chance to leave me but didn't, and your willingness to go to wherever I call you, I don't want to see you as a thing to merely be used, though you are a person, a soul." Zaheed let go of her hand, "Forgive me, if that was uncomfortable, its just that, when first meeting you, I claimed that you were special, I know now why."




Lord Vinicius


More traveling, well, what more could they do? Vinicius just wished he could go back home, but he did not believe he was well enough to survive a trip from where he was then in Shadowfen all the way back to Murtovaara. So going where ever Bellistrad took him next did not seem as such a bad idea. It was apparent now Bell was not set on ever attacking Vinicius especially when he handed back to him the sword Vinicius was so earlier set on ending him.

Vinicius held the sword close by him, ready for anything to come his way. That was what he strived to keep in mind- be prepared. He thought he was being aware enough, but that was not so, he had burning flesh to remind him. However the thought that he was attacked by his own men bothered him. He tried to tell himself it was a misunderstanding, that they only fired because he was a potential threat. The thought that his own brother actually did give him over to Zianro, that he hated him, it scared Vinicius, it hurt him. So, he went with his first instinct- reject the thought.

"Where we are. What do you think?" Vinicius heard Bell say as soon as they both reached their destination.

"I want to go home...," Vinicius muttered in a low but grim voice. He was tired, not just physically exhausted, but tired of all the travelling, all the surprises, all of the foreign surroundings. Vinicius just wished to be back with his people. But little did he know that if he did return to tribe he would not be accepted, not because of the people, but because of the one of claimed kingship over them.

They had to past through the waterfall, which was not quite so bad, in fact, Vinicius felt relieved when the water poured down against his back and head, hitting those burn spots. Vinicius was hoping he could get him a new pair of clothes, armor would be nice, but anything really would due. The cloak give to him by Bell had already been ripped in some spots to act as bandages and wrapping, though it also was caught in way of the fire. Vinicius also wanted to go ahead and cut his remaining hair short, and trim his long beard down neatly.

But then Vinicius saw Bell sit crossed legged again, that had to mean one thing- mediation. "Oh yay...," Vinicius said to himself sarcastically. Mind as well... The reason why Vinicius did not completely shut down the mediation practices was because it did help him in stop blaming his father's death on him. But he wanted to train, like swords to dummies, wresting, obstacle courses, stuff that he did back when he was home, not sit and think about life.

So he did what Bell wanted, he put into mind his relationships and all the ones Vinicius built was his family. And the source of those emotions was love, or so Vinicius believed. Therefore, he could not understand why his brother would hand him over to Zianro. It made more sense to Vinicius that Zaheed would lure him somewhere and then kill him to take the throne. Why go through all the trouble to making deals with a nation they have been enemies if not rivals with for what feels like ages? But thinking about

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When morning finally came Bellistrad stood up and stretched, doing his usual wake up routine before looking over at Zotar. Bell felt his own energy and found it partially healed, but the grief of loosing Shadowfen still lingered. He could make small flames easier than before but larger combat fires still were too much. Bell wrote a letter for Zotar as follows:

Dear Vinicius, I have gone out to gather some things we will need in the coming days. You may roam in the forested area immediately around the cavern and are welcome to anything inside or outside it. Make yourself at home, find some clothes in the storage, and train or meditate as you see fit. I shall return around sundown. Sincerely, Bellistrad Indorial.

After leaving the note Bell had a quick meal of stored nuts before he ran out of the cavern. He traveled to a hidden glade only a mile or so from the cavern and began to fill a leather sack with local flora growing in the glade. All sorts of medical and theraputic flowers grew there along with several marijuana plants put there by Bellistrad himself. There were only a few plants out of around twenty that were in season for the buds that he was to smoke, so he harvested those few plants worth and moved on.

Several hours later Bell had all the plants he needed and set out on his next agenda, gathering something for Zotar to eat and heal on. He needed meat, and so Bell went hunting. He had brought a single dagger with him and it was all he needed. He tracked a young deer through the woods and after an hour he spotted it near a small stream, which ironically ran out of the pool at the bottom of his caverns waterfall uphill from him.

Bellistrad aimed his dagger and threw it with some difficulty at the deer, hitting it in the side and stunning it for a moment as Bellistrad jumped out of the bushes and tackled it. The deer was too scared to run and just tried to buck him off, but Bell grabbed the dagger from it's side and ended the deer's life with a thrust to the heart. Bell said a small prayer for the animal and began to skin the animal, draw and quarter the meat then clean and finally bury it. This process took up the rest of Bellistrad's daylight and he made his way back to the cavern with a satchel full of flora, marijuana and wrapped meats for Zotar.

He was exhausted when he returned and set his pack down to begin taking out the meats and set it on a metal pan over the fire pit."Here, cook this meat and eat it. You are going to need the muscle." Bellistrad washed himself in the waterfall after unpacking everything and then ate a larger meal to compensate for his harder work. "So what did you do while I was gone? Any progress with... anything?"

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“If you wish to remember how I look like isn’t it my face you should be touching? Or am I supposed to believe that you only looked at my hands?”

Zaheed chuckled, "Well, I just assumed you would be uncomfortable if I suddenly grabbed your face. But now, that you mention it...," he reached up for her face, trying to touch it without missing or needing guidance by focusing on her voice. "I guess you won't quite mind." He caressed her cheek with his hand, the one that didn't grow to an abominable degree. He guided and glided his finger over the bridge of her nose and to the other cheek.

Zaheed started to long for his sense of sight again, though he claimed he was stronger blind, because without it he would not be able to obtain a unique type of vision he has; Zaheed at this moment felt like he missing out on something special. But yet again, if he were not blind he would be able to feel this type of observant experience. No instead, he would just be simply looking at her, something he would take for granted, something he would not cared as much about as he did now.

"Perhaps it is a good thing that you blinded me. As my fingers stream down against your smooth face you, my mind paints a beautiful portrait, one I dare not to forget. Because this will more that is ever likely be the only image I am permitted to see. I was selfish with sight, not to cherish it-- you, as I do now."

After Zaheed had spoken those words, he noticed something- he was getting attached to Deborah. Those words outpoured through him, and not because he had any plans to make statements today as he just so did. Zaheed now knew why he started to feel this attraction, it was not just because of the loyalty. In a way, Zaheed felt like she understood him or at least tried to, instead of departing and ignoring him or judging and claiming him to be a madman and fool. Also because Deborah did not see him as a monster either, she did not fear him like the rest. At first, that was what he wanted, to be feared by everyone, yet when getting to know Deborah, he did not want that. She was not like everyone.

The woman that made him blind helped him see so much more and because of this, Zaheed rubbed his thumb against her cheek tenderly before leaning in and laying down a kiss upon it. It was a gentle one, the type giving not out of lust but instead of honor as if he were giving respects to a king by kissing his ring. Though Zaheed did not see her as an object, such as a ring. Zaheed was a man that hardly acted upon impulses, but instead made decisive and tedious plans, unless he was under two powerful emotions one being hate and the other love. And out of the two, it was obvious which one he was under.



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Vinicius slept just fine, though not completely peaceful, not when he kept in my his family and how much he missed them. Though came the time of morning, Vinicius rushed himself up, he was going to work out his body before Bell decided some event for them. Yet by the looks of it, Bell was no where to be found. That was quite odd, Vinicius was skeptical at first, negative ideas lingered. But fortunately Vinicius came across a letter.

Vinicius was happy that Bell was giving him some free time. First things first, Vinicius wished to find him something to wear so he would feel less naked. Well, he did not seem to be able to find any suits of armor, but no problem Vinicius always preferred to be light on his feet anyways. So he put on a linen long-sleeve shirt, though too big for him but that was also because he needed to gain some weight, and a pair of trousers. Then Vinicius discovered a brown cloak to keep warm and some sandals. Done, now he wanted to do something about his hair, thus looking down at his reflection through the body of water by the waterfall, he cut off any unwanted locks and shaved. His hair was shorter now, shorter then it had ever been, Vinicius usual wore out long hair, now his hair spiked up a bit. And his beard was also trimmed very well and shaved around corners to look cleaner. Having a better looking appearance now lifted Vinicius's spirits, not because he was vain, but instead, he no longer appeared scruffy and broken as he when leaving Zianro's dungeon. Though the burns were still noticeable.

Bellistrad arrived with some items brought after the sun had gone down. "Here, cook this meat and eat it. You are going to need the muscle." He was thoughtful, Vinicius liked that and was no longer mad at Bell for what happened back at Shadowfen, especially because he did not leave Vinicius for dead, and then even handed him back the sword. And Vinicius understood perhaps why Bell would want Vinicius against his brother. Besides, Vinicius is known to hold grudges, but not over everything.

Vinicius grabbed the pan, holding it steadily over the flames. It smelled like paradise to Vinicius, he was ready to tear his teeth into the meat, it has been long. Besides, he knew it would help regain his strength. "So what did you do while I was gone? Any progress with... anything?"

"Oh yeah," Vinicius responded as he feasted on his meal. "Went for a run first, then I decided to build back by muscle by using that sword you gave me as an axe to chop down some firewood." Vinicius directed his head over to the large pile of firewood in the back corner. "But after that I still thought I needed to make more progress so I worked my upper body by climbing trees. Found some nuts also, lots of nuts actually placed them in that basket. Oh and I touched up on my appearance."

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Bell was going through what supplies they currently had as he listened to Zotar talk about his day. Such a simple aspect to Bell must be new to Zotar as being royalty he normally did not get asked much about his own well being. It was good that Zotar was building his body back up to fighting status. Bell himself was out of physical practice besides all the walking he did from village to village. He thought about maybe training with Zotar in the near future, and he did have a second sword stored at their cave.

When Zotar mentioned his appearance Bell had to see it for himself. Turning around he immediately approved of the look and nodded in acceptance."Much better, now all the woman of Imos will fall to your feet." His sarcasm lightened the mood in the room, and Bell was glad for it. The dark feelings that Zotar had brought with him had been dragging down Bell the entire trip.

As far as Bell could predict they would have non-perishable food to last them another month. Luckily they would not have to wait that long, perhaps a week more at most. As long as Zotar could finish the training within that time, which reminded Bell he should continue with the second chakra training. Bell sat down cross-legged once more and motioned for Zotar to do the same."You have done well, both spiritually and physically. But we have a long road to go still. When I first started this training it took me almost three years to finish with minimal supervision. You must complete your training much faster than that. Let us continue with the naval energy."

Bellistrad placed his hands on opposite sides on his naval area and a bright orange ball of flame burst into life in between his hands. "Just like this flame, your naval and all other energies I have or will show you pulse with energy within your body. But these energies can become clouded and blocked by our emotions. These energy points, called Chakras, are essential to our life source, and use of our magic." He let all this soak in for Zotar and for him to ask any questions he needed. This part of the training would hopefully not take very long but it was all up to Zotar.

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After Deborah had reacted Zaheed gave a small bow of his head, signaling his exit. He said nothing more from then, just silence as he left. The course of the next two days training went rather normal, nothing else that may be known as surprising occurred. The lessons went on just as they were suppose to, Zaheed with assistance from his pet teaching Deborah the ways of a skilled assassin. And though the training proved more and more challenge as each hour past, Zaheed was assured with this intensity Deborah would prove the mission to be a success.

And so past the three days all was left was the time of Deborah's departure. After the first day, when her training started, Zaheed did something that almost felt like instinct perhaps because it was on impulse. It was most highly likely that Deborah sure did not forget his feat of the kiss he delivered against the cheek. He sure did not forget it. He questioned if that was a mistake, if she secretly hated him for it. Yes, she thanked him, but Zaheed hoped she would responded in similar action. And how he felt about Deborah for the course of those three days were conflicting. His logical side of Zaheed told him that he was making a mistake attaching himself to her, yet his emotional side, one that he often kept numb and ignored, sensitized ever since she made the choice to stay. And because of this conflict between the two Zaheed became grouchy, not with Deborah of course, but between his servants and subjects. Though around Deborah he was quieter and more reserved, holding in those two diverging mindsets.

Though now was the time for her to leave and journey on her mission, it was when the battle inside his mind grew much more extreme. His logic questioned if she was ready for this, She only had three days, could this mission truly be successful? Yet his emotions pushed Zaheed to be faithful, She will not let you down. And evidently his emotions won this battle.

It is the moment of goodbyes, one last meeting. "So comes the day," Zaheed started with as he made it to their meeting place. "I guess this is farewell for now. I hope your legs are doing well, but either status, I believe in you."




Lord Vinicius


Again, more mediation practice, though Vinicius was hating it less and less each day. It starting getting to the point where the mediations were just daily training, or that was the best way to put it. But yet Vinicius did not see it as training. To him, training is suppose to make you sweat, pant, get the heart pumping. However this, this was just calm and peaceful, training is not suppose to be calm and peaceful, or so he believed.

Then Bellistrad mentioned that it took him three years to finish it? And how long was Vinicius going to have. He always wondered where all this mediation was going towards, why was he learning this in the end? Sure, he guessed the mediations were somehow going to help him understand and wield his powers better and there was also self-evaluation there. But when that was over and done, what then? Vinicius hoped Bell was not still wishing for him to defeat Zaheed, because all the hospitality given to him would make it harder to say no.

Learning about the Chakras was something that did spark Vinicius's interest. Through all of Vinicius's years of training he never learned something like that. Really, he never had a lesson or lecture about magic. He was only taught how to bend fire, not how to understand it. Another thing that Bell stated that drew Vinicius's curiosity was him saying energies become blocked by emotions. Vinicius wondered what kind of warrior could he turn out to be if he could find some way over those emotion. He did not know how to solve that problem, was the solution just not have any emotions at all? Then what would be the point of living?

So in question Vinicius asked, "If emotions create discord what must I do? Rid myself of all emotion?" It did not make sense to Vinicius, were mediations suppose to help him learn about his powers, strengthen them, yet when mediating he often had to think about his life and relationships which led to him thinking about his emotions.

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Bell laughed a little at Zotar's question and showed him exactly how wrong his assumption was. "Quiet the opposite, emotions are key to using magic. But negative emotions put limits on yourself and block your energy flow. Positive emotions have the opposite effect. Why do you think my fire is blue instead of like everyone else's?" As a case in point Bell made a small amount of blue fire in his hand and extinguished it. He was still rather weak from before.

Centering his energy in his palm Bell moved his hand over Zotar's naval and poured his energy through it to help unblock the energy."Focus here for now, and work your way up from there. Soon you will realize that it is not how you are different from everyone else, it is how you are the same. It will show in yourself as well." With that Bell went into a deep meditation until the end of the night.

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When morning came Bellistrad left again for a further distance this time. He left for a secret ruined circle in the middle of the woods for spiritual growth. He arrived at the overgrown ruins and immediately started meditating, healing his energy once again. He would be this way until nightfall,sacrificing a day's time for his energy back.

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She hadn't dreaded for the day but when it finally was there and she listened to the king's farewell Deborah mostly felt anxious. Perhaps she felt a bit nervous as well, but not scared. She just dreaded failure after he had put so much faith in her. She only whished not to let him down, but she couldn't help but feel doubt. And she wanted to express her concerns, but she couldn't. She could just keep quiet and smile before saying her farewells, "Thank you king, and I hope we'll meet again."

After that she left Murtovaara for the second time in her life, this time by herself. And she didn't know if that was the thing she felt the most anxious about, being out there all by herself. Trying to go to the right place, which probably was easier said than done. She knew where she was supposed to find the one who was suspected to be the king’s brother but she still needed to get there. It was a great honor to be handed such an assignment but at the same time it was a great pain, extremely troublesome. Requiring so much of her.

But she didn't complain that much about her, while traveling she got plenty of time to think about things. Her life. What had happened between her and the king. To her there were so many question marks around the whole thing. She was pretty sure that the king was or at least were married at some point, which meant he had a wife some time ago. Because she knew for sure that he had kids. She had lived in the same place as him and them for quite some time even though she was placed in the basement. But she had seen his kids not just once, the servants was not that good at keeping secrets either. She had just asked them about it once and they had told her almost everything. What really troubled her was her position in the whole thing, what would that make her? Some sort of mistress? Deborah was not that keen on such an idea.

In the end she had actually made her way to something that resembled what she had been told about. It was at least a waterfall, if it had some sort of cave or space behind it was not something she could judge from the outside. And just walking there to try didn't seem like the best idea. But she didn't need that, when she arrived it was still night time and the third ability she had found out worked the best in the dark. After a long breath with her eyes closed she opened them, indeed detecting the two heat signatures in there. As soon as she had made sure it was the right place she closed her eyes again, because even though it was an extremely simple thing to do it was at the same time extremely painful. It felt like her eyes were burning up and at the same time the head started to hurt like crazy. But it was another mixture of the air and the fire which made her heat sense more refined than most fire wielders. But she preferred to not use it, at all.

For some time she wondered if she should just head in now while they slept. But after a bit of thinking she decided that it wasn't the best choice, in there she would be trapped. She had no idea how the inside looked or what they could be hiding. There only where two humans but that didn't mean that it was just to walk right up to them. And her head still felt like it had just been smashed against a wall, so she doubted an attack at this point would be the best thing. She wasn't able to focus at the moment.

So she waited for a while, for the headache to ease and the target to leave the cave. Sadly the first one who left didn’t look like the one she waited for at all. She doubted that he could be the king’s brother, they didn't look even slightly related. So when he walked away she didn't make any attempts to follow him, instead she continued to wait for the second one in there.

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Vinicius listened closely to Bellistrad's response because he truly did wished to get his questions answered. This whole mediation think, it was so different, yet the unknown things in life are what make man curious. Bell urged Vinicius to see how he was not different from everyone else, then that means everyone else is not different from him. Vinicius struggled with that idea, he felt it be a good one, one that prospers peace. But it seemed to him that since birth he was taught that he was different, the tribe was different from all other nations. Even to put it this way, the fire tribe is superior to all others.

Vinicius mediated harder, because this was no longer just sitting down and thinking to him. Mediation started to appear to him as a time of discovery. He started to list inside of his mind the same things he had in common with his enemies, people he would affiliate as different from him. One person that came in mind was obviously Zianro, Vinicius hated that man and struggled believing they were the same.

In the end Vinicius fell asleep during his mediation, he exhausted his mind enough it went to rest. In the morning, waking up Vinicius still felt tired from the night before. But he was going to wake himself up with some combat training. Getting up, Bell was no where to be seen. He was probably out again, so Vinicius lifted himself off the ground and onto his feet. His back was still sore from the burns, and he was starting to feel it from his face. But Vinicius was a man that made the decision to usually shake off pain. So he did.

Vinicius grabbed his sword given to him by Bell. Vinicius then walked out of the cave, feeling that refreshing cool sensation of the water hitting his back. Water was not so bad after all, perhaps being singed a few days ago was not so bad after all. Sometimes life's torments are its best teachers. Vinicius sprinted over to a tree where he then began to duel it with blade in hand, sure the tree was not as good as an alive opponent, but it would have to do. After preforming clean quick strikes Vinicius stopped, he thought he heard something, but yet he kept in mind that he was near wildlife. So he continued driving his sword into the trunk, but stopped again, this time he swore he heard somebody, and ever since the ball night Vinicius learned you can never be to careful.

Thus he just stood there, he did not turn around or anything, but instead appeared as if he was catching his breath. If there was anyone after him, he wanted to give them the impression that he was merely occupied to gather air into his lungs, but his real intentions was to find this person.

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The second one to exit through the waterfall could be the one, out of the two he definitely looked more like the older brother. Or well, they had the same hair color. That was everything she could tell from this distance. And it was not like she knew how the smaller brother was supposed to look, she had never seen him before. If it weren't paintings of him in the castle, but even if that was the case she never took time to look at those. The second thought that troubled her was the thing he held in his hand. It didn't exactly look as a stick, and it shined as the light hit it. So he was most likely armed now. She almost regretted not deciding to pursue the other one, that one just looked easier.

But it wasn't her decision, she knew who she was after and it was definitively not the first one. But a part of her hoped that it wasn't the second one either. He just looked like a lot more trouble, but who could it other could it be? A third person she hadn't even seen when she looked? Not likely. Or was there supposed to be another location that looked the same as this? That was not likely either. So with a small sigh she started making her way over to the man, trying to see if she could spot his forearms. But it was as the king had said, they were indeed covered. So she really had to get those things off first.

The closer she got the more troubled she got, that was a sword he held and those hurt. She had never been in a sword fight for real, she doubted it was the same for him. So with each step she got more nervous, more doubtful, the adrenalin pumped through out her body. Like she was walking towards death himself.

It wasn't as easy as the king had described it like, she couldn't just blind the man temporarily while checking his forearms. He wasn't facing her. It didn't work then. She needed his eyes directed towards her, or at least not turned away completely. As long as he wasn't facing away or had them closed it would work. Now, not so much so. And it scared her. That she had no idea how she was supposed to do it once she got close to him.

Her hand was clenching down at the blade by now as she tried to keep her breathing under control, trying to think out how she was supposed to do this. But it was as if she drew a blank, no ideas popped into her mind.

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Vinicius continued showering his body in the streaming waterfall, it seemed his body had gotten use to the water after his imprisonment because even then was he showering but in sake of torture and torment. The water rushed down fast but especially loud, so at this point he could not hear anyone and necessarily he could not see anything with the water in his eyes. Plus his mind started to wander, sure he would try to force himself back to being cautious yet when people usually shower its a time of relaxation not a time to be on guard.

When Vinicius was finished he grabbed his cloak, drying his face with it, when suddenly he looked up a great flash of light blinded him. Vinicius first reaction was to take a step back, but evidently when he did, Vinicius caused himself to fall into a great pool of water. This was his worst nightmare, because not only could he not see but he was drowning. And drowning was one of his dire fears. He splashed and kicked around, not knowing how to swim. Well, it was more like not remembering, because he once did have lessons on how to swim just as a water bearer may know how to heal their burns, Vinicius learned how to rescue himself from suffocating underneath the weight of water.

But he brushed the lessons off, he hated ever dipping himself into water. And sometimes, he hated his father for urging him to, though now Vinicius knew it was for his best that father did so. He wished he treasured those lessons, enough to remember them, he wished he treasured his father more, enough to have been more obedient. In the midst of Vinicius's struggle between life and death, he started to feel ungrateful. Like he was not thankful enough in the past for his father, for his family, and even for Bell. Bellistrad, Vinicius wished he was here now to save his life for the third time, the first was from Zianro, the second time was from death by burning. And it hurt Vinicius to think he was going to end that kid's life.

He wondered what Bellistrad would do now, what would he tell Vinicius? He recalled their mediation sessions, how it always seemed to Vinicius that Bell talked about finding peace, forgiveness in himself and in others, to stop fighting. And that was it! Perhaps that was the best option in this situation, stop fighting. So that was what Vinicius did, already getting exhausted by the kicking and squirming, he ceased it and let his body sink. If anyone would of seen what Deborah did, they would suspect Vinicius had died, that he had drowned under there.

But beneath the surface, Vinicius experienced flashbacks, lessons with his father. As if his mind was forcing him to remember in hope for survival. Though it was not only his father he had heard, but also Bellistrad. Keeping a rhythm, letting his energy flow through him, that is how Vinicius felt about the water that surrounded him.

And with those words making home inside his head, he was able to ascend from the water, grabbing and climb over the rocks and onto the surface, when he spotted this attacker departing. He was not going to let her leave. So with all his speed- which was an incredible amount, he charged over to her, leaped his light body up into the air and hook a kick right in the back of her head. Perhaps that was not enough to knock her fully on the ground, but the strike stunned her enough to lose balance where Vinicius then swept his foot under herself, taking her down at lighting speed. And with one more swift blow Vinicius jammed his palm against her forehead, rendering the assassin unconscious.

When she out Vinicius tore strips of fabric from the bottom of his cloak for binds to put around the assassin's wrists and ankles. After tightly securing the makeshift ropes, Vinicius drug the woman back to the waterfall, near the pool. He woke up her up by submerging her head into the water, keeping her there for ten second before lifting her back up. "Who sent you?!" he yelled, not getting answers, he bashed her head back into the water for twice as long this time. "I said, who sent you?!"

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Bell was returning from his spiritual healing with a smile on his face and blue flames in his hands as he tossed a ball of flame from one hand to the other. He was now able to fight with fire once again, but not at the level shown in Zianro's palace. He didn't think he would be able to do that ever again. It was something he felt in his body during meditation, a pain in his lungs he did not have before.

He had decided to be more cautious and to slow his smoking habit. Bell quenched his fireball as he neared the waterfall and stepped out into the clearing so he could see it in all it's glory. He inhaled the moist aid and... stared in disbelief as Zotar was dunking a strange looking female's head into the water and screaming at her. Bell reacted on instinct and shot a small missile of blue fire at Zotar aimed at his chest, the fire only going as far as contact so it would not have enough time to burn him before it went out but the force of the impact would send him back several yards.

Bell did not speak and aimed his closed fists behind him, jumping at the same time he sent out a large stream of fire, launching him forward so that he landed next to the girl. Bell immediately examined her and lit a small flame in his hand to flash in front of her face. If she was paying attention she would more than likely follow it with her eyes letting him know she was okay. After examining her Bell let her lay on the ground still bound in the rags and stood to stared at Zotar.

"Have I taught you nothing? Violence will only indulge more violence, you will get no where doing this. I thought you would have learned that from Zianro already, but you obviously need more training than I thought." Bell looked down at the girl and then back at Zotar, standing over her with his fists burning blue. He knew that Zotar would more than likely attack him now, so he got into a combat stance and kept his blue fire at the ready.

"I will take care of the girl, I don't what she is doing here but I will handle it. Go and rest for tonight and I will join you soon."

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Vinicius felt a force launched his body back, knocking him off his feet and onto the ground. He caught hint of a blue flame, and by just the sight of that, Vinicius knew it was Bellistrad. Vinicius despised the fact Bell had to come in at this time, at this exact moment, it looked bad for Vinicius, he look rather vicious. At the ground Vinicius quickly got back up by rolling his body side ways and jumping onto his feet.

"Have I taught you nothing? Violence will only indulge more violence, you will get no where doing this. I thought you would have learned that from Zianro already, but you obviously need more training than I thought."

"Now is not the time for you to lecture me, Bellistrad! This is an assassin!" Vinicius yelled with aggression, although he was not set on attacking Bell. Instead Vinicius merely marched closer to him. "She tried to kill me, you know what I have been through. And don't think for one second I would not fight back." Vinicius did not want to hurt Bell, he owed his life to this man, but that does not mean Vinicius will not disagree with him.

At least Vinicius knew one thing from the little time that he had to interrogate the intruder, she was not a water bender. That was what Vinicius first made note of when the flash of light blinded him. He was lucky when his assumption was right that the power came from her. Though he did not know if he was happy for making note of that. Because if she could create light, fire is light, what if she is some type of fire bender? No, she could not be, the fire tribe after Vinicius. He tried to convince himself that perhaps if his own people were after him, what if it could be because they were spotted in Shadowfen. But why would they track them down? And how would they know it was Vinicius they fired at though the soldiers did not investigate.

"I will take care of the girl, I don't what she is doing here but I will handle it. Go and rest for tonight and I will join you soon."

Vinicius stepped back, rest, he would like that right now. Some time to clear his head, sort out thoughts that tormented his mind. "Fine...," Vinicius responded bitterly, but at least he cooperated with Bell on that. Vinicius slowly turned around glaring at Bell and then at the assassin, mainly at her really. He then emerged into the cave.

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She wasn't sure what had happened, because the first thing Deborah saw when she awoke from being knocked out was the subject. The one that had been drowning just a moment ago, or she thought so. But apparently not. He was screaming. She didn't really care, she was just concerned with how much her head hurt. He wanted to know who sent her, she didn't tell. But as she returned from inside the waterfall again, coughing, she did at least look at him. She wasn't surprised that the both of the brothers seemed to favor choking others.

And then she fell to the ground, getting pulled down as the man flew backwards. It had happened in seconds, she wasn't really sure what had happened, but she was sure she had seen something blue. It was strange, she couldn't remember seeing anything like that before. But apparently it was the other stranger from before, the one she had seen walking away. And even if his speech seemed friendly Deborah only glared at him from the ground. If she wasn't bound, she would probably try once more. Blind the targets and go after the little brother, but now she could only lie there and glare at them.

She tried to get lose, to squirm around, but she didn't get lose. Her wrists and arms was still trapped, like this she was not going to be able to complete her mission. Like this she wasn't able to do anything. Just lie here. Reminded her of the prison or the sickbed. But this was probably worse. The smaller brother knew she was an assassin, he had warned the other one, there was no point in hoping that she would be released. Therefor she wouldn't even try begging and she was not even close to being good enough at manipulating herself out of this mess, so silence was the only choice she had at the moment.

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Bell only released his fighting stance when Zotar had fully entered the cave, and even then stared at the waterfall for a full minute before finally relaxing. He slipped the pack off his shoulder and set it down, pulling out his hookah and setting it up on the ground. Bell drug some dead logs over to where Deborah was and made a little camp fire complete with two larger logs set aside as seating. Bell set up a tripod over the fire that held some water Bell put in it and some vegetables to make a vegetarian stew. After putting the last of the food in the stew Bell finally paid attention to Deborah.

He made a small blade with blue flame at the end of his finger tips and approached her. "Let me give you some advice. Before I cut these bonds I will ask you kindly not to run or fight back. If you run I will either have to eliminate the threat you are before you can harm Zotar or myself. Or I can let Zotar have you to himself, and I don't think he has as much tolerance for half breeds as I do." Yes, he knew about her parentage without needing anyone to tell him. He could sense the fire energy in her, but also something else. It was almost certainly Air but he couldn't be sure.

As per his promise he cut the bonds and immediately stepped back to sit on his log while the other log sat open across the fire from him. He took his hookah tube and started smoking, the other tube nearer to Deborah. He gestured to the open invitation and waited calmly."Join me, have a meal and we can talk about things. I mean only the best for everyone here."

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Some people she would never be able to figure out, how their mind worked. Deborah only watched the stranger with his blue flame as he approached her, talking about how he would let her go. Set her free. But apparently thought she would just gladly join him for dinner and sit their obediently as if it was a completely normal thing to do. If she had wondered if the king was crazy at times he wasn't nearly as insane as this one was. In her eyes he was a complete idiot.

As soon as he had cut through the thing that kept her trapped she sat up, she was still moving slowly. Watching him and what he would do while rubbing her wrists. One thing that puzzled her extremely was how he could know that she was of half breed, he hadn't seen her power - yet. There was nothing in her opinion that would spill the truth about her. And clearly she didn't care the slightest what he thought or his threats about either killing her himself or just handing her over to the little brother.

She still hadn’t spoken even a single world as her skin started glowing once more, lighting up the cave and even its darkest corners. She wasn't scared about being spotted this time, she had already been seen. There was nothing that would make her restrain her power. She didn't care about blinding the men - but that was never a guarantee. She just needed enough time to get to the other one and finish him off, she wasn't sure where her blade was but she didn't need it.

And she released the explosion, just like last time, letting the light swallow the cave whole as she turned around and dashed after the smaller brother. She only needed to get close enough, death or not she would bring him down with her. From her palm the small orb grew, it was reasons to why she had told the king not touch it when she had warmed him up. But this time there would be no warnings, she would let it meet someone else’s flesh for the first time. She had never used it is a violent way before, she wasn’t sure what it would do. She just knew it would be painful if it succeeded, she had a self-made sun in her palm.

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The flash was unexpected, but for Bellistrad it was something beautiful instead of frightening. The light had always been a symbol of purity in his visions and now to bare witness to pure light being created brought tears to his eyes, not from him becoming temporarily blinded but from the afterglow of this light in his memory. "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Thank you for showing me this." Bell bent forwards and stretched his arms out across the ground as far as they could go, making himself flat in a low bow of humility.

He sensed the heat of her palm becoming extremely powerful, but he seemed not to care for the incoming threat. He was not her target as far as he knew so he felt no danger from her. He sat up and stared into oblivion only seeing outlines of heat against the black. "If you choose to use violence against Zotar, know this. He is more than willing to do the same. I will not stop you in your path if you wish it to be filled with bloodshed. Mine on the other hand is much calmer and has open arms for anyone willing."

Bell started smoking again, the heat of the still burning material giving him the basic idea of where the tube was for him to grab. He sat in silence and stared at where Deborah's outline was against the energy of the forest around them. He made no move to stop Deborah from getting to Zotar, knowing that whatever fate had in store would not be stopped one way or the other.

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Vinicius rushed one foot after the other, sprinting quickly from what he left behind, that being the assassin and Bell. He did not know what happened to that young man Vinicius would consider his friend after the couple times he saved his life. But Vinicius had only hoped the best for him. Sure, there were many times Vinicius did not understand Bell, but that would not force Vinicius to forget his kindness. Vinicius did feared the kid was too compassionate for his own good, however he also seen Bell efficient when it comes to fire bending. In otherwords, he has his special blue fire, that has to be good for something.

But now was the time Vinicius departed from Bellistrad, things would perhaps be better that way, bringing danger farther away from Bell. Because according to Vinicius the assassin would not be there in the first place if he was not. So, that had him concluded if he is gone, then Bell will be safer. Besides, Vinicius felt he no longer was needed with Bell anymore, from the first moment that Vinicius was put in Zianro's dungeon, he has been longing to return home. And finally, he was going to make that reality. He was a free man, Bell claimed that he was not his master, that Vinicius could make his own decisions. And he did. For while Bell and Deborah were outside of the cave and Vinicius inside, he immediately prepared him for a journey back to Murtovaara. Once gathered what he needed, Vinicius approached a space in the rock walls, a small hole which he had been taking notice of from since when he first entered the cave. Vinicius bent his knees and crawled in, making his exit.

And now he was gone, on his way back to a place and a tribe he called home. He did not know if he was going to be welcomed, or if what Bell had said was true. But he saw this as a time to get answers once and for all.

Vinicius travelled for the course of five days before he made it to Murtovaara. He was starving, thirsty but none of that mattered when he set foot on his homeland. He was happy to finally be there, but things were different, the whole atmosphere of the tribe felt like the way Vinicius felt when imprisonment, the people there seemed trapped, his people. They were not slaved, yet looking into their eyes from far distance, Vinicius saw brokenness. Life here had no color. Vinicius wore the hood from his cloak to keep from being spotted as the tribe’s former king, he wanted to explore a little bit more. Though when he did, he discovered something quite odd- Zaheed had his very own statue of himself, well, it more than just a simply sculpture, it was worshipped. Candles, people, offerings, it all surrounded him with criers proclaiming the victory Zaheed gained when tearing down Shadowfen and of Zaheed’s magnificent godhood. Vinicius was confused, he worshipped the tribe’s gods, not his brother. This was not right, it did worry Vinicius. Another thing that struck Vinicius was the statue itself, sure it had Zaheed’s face, but its body was deformed, parts bigger than others.

But instead of wondering about his brother, it was about time he gave Zaheed a little visit. Vinicius made his way to the palace gate. When he approached the guards there, they were of course alarmed when meeting a mysterious hooded stranger and when he lowered his hooded, they could not entirely recognized him, not with the new hair due and burns. So Vinicius lifted up his forearms, revealing his marks, and they knew who this exactly was.

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Gone. He was gone. Her target had escaped. Where and how he had been able to escape she had no idea about, she had been there, in the front, where they had to go through when leaving the cave. She had been watching it the whole time! But he was gone. She couldn't understand how he could be gone, but he was. And she had failed because there were no way for her to track him down now. She didn't know how he did that. He wasn't a member of the air tribe! If anyone was supposed to be able to do something like that it should be them, but fire members couldn't turn invisible, right? She had never seen something like that before.

And she was furious. At him, at herself, at the idiotic person in the front that was bowing to her because she blinded him. He was extremely annoying. Everything was extremely annoying. She was exploding, on the inside and probably outside as well. She wasn't sure, she only knew that she was screaming as she threw the light ball at the cave wall. Nothing happened, it was stone, what could heat do against something as stone. It was just as useless as fire.

She continued to wreck the cave like that for a good while, she just didn't know what else she would do. And she was so mad, she couldn't help it. The anger had consumed her. She didn't actually realize what she was doing until the moment she gazed down upon her knuckles and saw how the skin had gotten scraped off, reveling the flesh underneath while the blood started to drip. At that point she gave up, she stopped going berserk and just stood there and stared into the wall. Wondering what she was supposed to do now, go back? Probably. There was nothing else she could do, she had to admit her failure and see what faith would be awaiting her now.

After a while of just standing around and thinking she walked out of the cave, she paid no attention to the strange second man she had no business with. She just walked out and started to make her journey back to Murtovaara, which would be a lot longer than planned. The forest looked them same wherever she went. Trees everywhere, a couple of larger stones here and there. Nothing that really stood out. And she had no idea from which direction she had come from, she was lost. But there wasn't anything else she could do but continue to walk through the forest that got more and more irritating according to her.

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Vinicius was walking, more like he pushed and shoved- forced, would be the word. For now he would reach a destination, but it was not the palace, no he had already completed his path there, one he wished he never made. Because it was there at the palace that Zaheed spilled everything, and not just the blood of their two other siblings, Zenas and Gabriella. But Zaheed told Vinicius of every crime he committed to own the throne, to be king. Vinicius's kidnap, that was Zaheed's fault, their mother's death, Zaheed poisoned her. Vinicius was surprised their father's assassination was not Zaheed's fault either, but no, he only replied to say no matter how much he rejoice in the hour of discovering his father's death, he could not take credit of it.

Vinicius stood up for his brother, and now, it felt like he was taking a stab to the back. And soon enough he was going to receive much more suffering. Vinicius was on his way to judgment, to face a punishment he did not commit. He could hear Zaheed's voice from a distance, it was a loud roar, a powerful one, he played the part of a superior very well.

"My only sister and youngest brother are both dead, because of Vinicius. As you all know, on the day of his ball, Vinicius was kidnapped, kept in captivity. Yet somehow escaping he returned here, but not with a longing for his family, not to cherish time with the ones he loves, no, he came with a wrath, a bloodlust, vengeance. In anger that we did not rescue him, Vinicius ended their lives," Zaheed lied, yet convinced every soul that surrounded as Vinicius was kicked into the center of the circle the people made up.

They handed him a sword before making it to the center of judgment, and he accepted it, for now. Yet he then found out what was happening, four armored soldiers surrounded, ready to make a show of him. They wanted him to fight, wanted to see the violence in his eyes. But no, Vinicius did not want to be that, not anymore. He had his eyes closed before in the past, as he ran berserk with weapon in hand, though now, his eyes were open and so was his palm. Vinicius dropped the blade.

Zaheed, seeing this, waved a dismissal for his troops, as he then walked into the circle. "Go on, Vinicius, pick up the sword, and fight me, spill my blood just as you did to Zenas and Gabriella." Was Vinicius tempted to do what he said and charge at Zaheed? No, not even close, he was just broken. More broken than he was when he was imprisoned, because even then he had hoped he had a family and tribe he could one day go back to. But now, his family was gone, nothing but a monster of his blood lasted, and the tribe hated him.

So Vinicius fell to his knees, and Zaheed shot a smirked at him and eyes that said, I win. It was what Zaheed dreamed of, his brother to the ground, and Zaheed rising above him. But if anyone knew Zaheed, they would know, he always wants more. "So he accepts the cost of it a murder deserves," Zaheed turned around to grab a branding iron that was dipped into a pot of fire. Zaheed lifted up the glowing metal that held shape of the letter "v", "Though I could order his execute, let it rather be he walks the miserable life as an exile. And to remind him of who he is, this mark will carve the name of which stands for, Vinicius, vengeance."

Zaheed deeply pressed the branding iron into Vinicius's cheek, with Vinicius groaning, and though the pain of burning was one not unfamiliar with him, thus it did not bring as much suffering as what it stood for, Vinicius, Zotar did this to himself, sure he did not kill his two siblings, but he harvested and dedicated his life to holding grudges and cursing his enemies, to be violence, to be vengeance.

No, he did not want this anymore. After he was exiled, banished, on the outskirts of the fire tribe, Zotar grasped his cheek, wanting to rip it out. He did not want to be Vinicius anymore, he just wanted to be his self again.

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Bell heard the ruckus coming from the cave and sighed, knowing that his hide away was all for naught now. Zotar had found the secret way out and more than likely went to the Fire Tribe. Bell stood and extinguished the fire having waited long enough for his sight to return. He did not have time to worry about the girl and instead had to rush into the cave shortly after she left to find whatever was left and salvage it. In the end he took what food he needed, any herbs he could find and enough clothing to last for awhile. He hid himself within a black long cloak and pulled the hood over his head, found the second sword and equipped it then finally started his way out of the forest.

It would take him several days to reach Murtovaara and he arrived just in time to watch Zotar's exile in person as he hid in the crowd. He couldn't help but think that Zaheed seemed to be corrupted physically by energy similar to Bell's only the polar opposite of his alignment. Zaheed had gone completely negative and it showed in the worst way. Bell dared not try and stop any of the events, that would be suicide at this point. All he could do was wait for Zotar to leave the village and do so himself soon after.

Unfortunately for him the guards at the front gate stopped him on the way out by blocking his path and questioning his presence. Bell answered their questions with a small average colored flame on the tip of his finger showing that he was indeed from the Fire Tribe, but they were too curious. One flipped up Bell's hood with their sword and immediately Bell knew he would be exposed from his blue hair. He spun in a circle and made a ring of fire around him but was too slow, one of the guards had shot a smaller fireball at Bell and hit him right in the face knocking him on the ground and burning the tips of his hair.

As Bell was grappled and subdued he managed to knock his attackers off with plums of flame from his mouth but was stabbed in response. The pain was not too bad but Bellistrad was bleeding his life away on the ground slowly from his side. Without many options Bell gave up the fight and let them shackle him. His wound was hastily cauterized and he was thrown in the jails. There was no way out of this prison for him, everything was set up to disallow fire from being effective in the cell. All carbon-steel shackles and walls surrounded him as he hung from his arms against a wall.

As he waited for anyone to come for him, more than likely Zaheed, Bellistrad filled his body with positive emotions and became almost happy with being in prison. He didn't understand why but as long as he was happy with it he didn't care.

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Zaheed's footsteps were heavy and could be easily heard from a distance. So, Bell had been captured, Zaheed would not expect to see his face in tribe again, not after their encounter near Lakeshore. But here he was, shackled against the wall, hung up by his wrist. It seemed anyone who messed with Zaheed ended up in some form of imprisonment, or struggle, Deborah, Zotar, and now again Bellistrad.

Too bad for Zaheed, he would not get to stare down at Bell's frightened face, or at least what Zaheed had hoped would be the expression on the boy. Sure, Zaheed has questioned himself, asking if fear is what he wants from people? Sometimes, he wonders what life would be if it would be love he got from people, but he would not know, or so he would claim, because according to Zaheed he did not get that growing up. Though in reality, he just blocked out all others if he could not get what he wanted, that of course being his father's favor.

"Bellistrad Indorial...," Zahhed called out his name in a low but eerie voice. However Zaheed could clearly see Bell in an energy embodied form, he was lighter and brighter than any people he has yet met with, for not his brother nor Deborah, even known of all his loyal subjects did he see have such a vivid shade of blue. "Surprise, I'd be seeing you hear again. Heh, you never learn?"

Zaheed did not see Bellistrad as a threat, he saw him as a fool. What was his goal in freeing Zotar? Did not Zotar hate Bellistrad already, anyone who defied the fire tribe, anyone who was exiled from it, were people Zotar lowed down upon as worthless, well the Zotar Zaheed once knew, or more like perceived as. Even before Zotar took up the title of Vinicius, Zotar was one to hold all love to the fire tribe, and all hate to those who were not.

"I have gotten much stronger since we last met," Zaheed lifted up his abnormally large fist, then smashed it right above Bellistrad's head, crushing the stone that made of the wall behind his knuckles. He did not suspect he scared Bellistrad, nor was that his goal. But the move was more over showing off, and he was not going to stop there, he had another feat he wished to display. "But not only with my physical strength, but with my magical being also..." Zaheed reached out to absorbed Bellistrad's energy.



Lord Vinicius ZOTAR THANOS


In exile Zotar had with him his clothes he was wearing now and his daggers, his personal ones. And now they even much more meaning to Zotar, for the two blades were what was used to kill his siblings. He knew if he was going to stop Zaheed, he would have to survive, and those he wished to throw asunder the blades because of what they reminded him of, Zotar knew he needed them Zaheed of course gave them to him to torment his brother, the man was sick.

Zotar needed to build an army if he wanted to end the destruction in Imos. So he journeyed his way to Airedale. Zotar did not know anything about the air tribe other than the fire tribe never messed with them, well at least not any moment that Zotar could remember in his lifetime. Zotar set up his camps when he needed rest, stopped at rives when thirsty, and hunted when starving. But kept him sane through all this was mediating. Zotar was lonely, he wished he had Bell was him, though every time he did that crossed-legged sitting position and preceded into mediating, Zotar felt at peace, like he was not alone again, like he had Bell with him.

Soon enough, mediating was something Zotar felt he needed. He did a little different from Bell however, for when Zotar mediated he stood at a fighting stance, practicing combatable moves, letting the energy flow through him, and it felt like dream, tranquility. Within many days he finally reached Airedale, but how was he suppose to get the air tribe leader's contact? He had an idea, he needed to get attention, well its going to get him noticed.

At the very boundaries of the land, when he was first seeing air tribe soldiers, Zotar first alarmed them by lifting up a flame, showing his element. "I am Zotar Thanos, son of King Zarfu. I require immediate contact with your tribe's leader." Of course they were not going to just bring him to whoever was in charge, no he needed to sound like more of an issue. "The air tribe will be attacked, ignore me and the tribe will be destroyed. This is not a threat, this is a warning." It did not matter what Zotar said it was, saying a tribe would be destroy was a bold statement, one that got him arrested, but he got what he wanted, a trip inside the air tribe and soon with its leader.

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Bell had been silent and limp until Zaheed arrived, but once that door opened the sound of cracking joints filled the room as Bellistrad stretched out his muscles and shook the drowsiness from his body. He needed to be awake for what Zaheed had to say, it would determine how Bell would be getting out of the prison. The grotesque body of Zaheed was not the most worrying attribute to Bell at this time, unlike what the king thought as he tried to scare him with words and physical shows of strength. Bell literately laughed in the kings face from all his huffing and puffing to make himself look tougher, but when the king reaches up for his neck again an mentions magic Bell got a little more concerned.

When contact was made their energies clung to each other strongly, and a tug of war immediately ensued. Unlike the others that Zaheed has drained of their energy before Bell's energy was completely different. It seemed that if Zaheed's energy was one side of a magnet Bell's energy would be the opposing end. The energies between them push and pulled on each other and Bell could now examine Zaheed's energy by feel. It was dark, negative and chaotic just as he had expected so he knew what he had to do. He let go of his energies and sent them into Zaheed willingly.

The rush of positive energy into Zaheed was powerful and seemed like a strong river flowing through the king, but Bell did not seem effected. He was constantly replacing the energy sucked out with more energy from his chakra system. It would not last forever but it would last long enough. This whole time that Zaheed took in Bell's energy the negative effects that this process had in the past on Zaheed would begin to lessen. His monstrous form of a body would slowly go back to normal and his mental state would solidify into cohesion. Bell retreated into his mind while that was happening and meditated shortly while Zaheed had his fun.

When it was over Bell gazed at Zaheed in the relative darkness, weaker than before but still smiling in the end. "Zaheed, you are so naive like a child trying to play with a man's sword. You never learned that magic and emotion is nearly the same thing, and it effects everything around you. I hope this experience has taught you something."

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"Zaheed, you are so naive like a child trying to play with a man's sword. You never learned that magic and emotion is nearly the same thing, and it effects everything around you. I hope this experience has taught you something."

It was not so much Bellistrad’s words that awoken Zaheed’s wrath, it was to feel a depowering among his body. If he could see his physical self, Zaheed would watch as veins dim. He worked so hard to get to that almight status, and now it was faded right in front of him. Zaheed balled a fist with normal hand, slamming it into Bell’s head four times before then kicking and kneeing him in the stomach. “You’re the fool here! You are! Not me! You!” He shouted madly as he struck him.

“I have plenty of slaves, plenty of vessels to drink from in Shadowfen!” Much to drink, yet he would always be thirsty for more with the now positive energy destroying his negative kind. On the down side for Bell, Zaheed would be leaving great amounts of earth bender powerless when robbing them of all their energy. “I could kill you now, but, I never waste an opportunity. You might actually prove useful. Talking with Zotar before I exiled him, he mentioned you, he actually saw you as a companion, eh? Well, then you’re the perfect thing to use against him.” Zaheed spat on Bell before turning around and exiting.



Lord Vinicius ZOTAR THANOS


In Airedale, everything looked so much smaller. Well, the fire tribe were a people known to find the most appreciation in things being big and flashy. Zotar would say after observing his surroundings, the air tribe people were modest. It would be nice to meet humble people for once, someone who could trust him putting aside their own self-interest. Yet when thinking of that, Zotar reminded himself that he is also going to have to team up with Zianro, just the thought of it felt like his head was spinning.

"I'm is Ara Cilivren, the daughter of the late leader of Airedale. I'm the current leader. My guards told me that you claim to be the son of the late king of Murtovaara, we've heard of his passing but nothing more than that. News from Murtovaara is quite rare around here. But is it true, are you who you say you is? I would like some proof of that in that case."

The stereotype back home, or what Zotar use to consider as his home, the fire tribe, said that the air tribe were soft people, that's the supposed reason the fire tribe never bothered with them, it would not be worth slaughtering the lambs, there is no glory in that. But could it be true that the air tribe's kindness was mistaken for weakness, Zotar considered so. But he was happy enough that it was the air tribe that he first went to build up a future army. Because if it were any other tribe-- if it was Zotar on the throne and someone busted on their lands saying their tribe was going to be destroyed, Zotar would have that person beheaded. Well, back then, when he was closed-minded and cynical, now he has matured, and was glad to meet a mature leader also, though she did not appear to look the part of one. Not that Zotar was judgmental of appearance, but back in the fire tribe and back to the part about them being flashy, every child of a king is not only told to be strong, responsible, and bold, but also beautiful. To the fire people, appearance is just important as the personality, and the perfect appearance is held in what makes one superior, such as height, physical strength, even a stern look. Zaheed, even before he turned into some kind of monster had the perfect look of a king, he was tall, buff, gave glares, even had the loud powerful voice of one. Zotar on the other hand was short, though had defined muscles he was still skinny, but Zotar did master the glare, he would believe better than his brother.

Zotar flipped off his cloak, revealing himself topless in a unintentional dramatic fashion. But afterwards, Zotar lifted up his arms, revealing his brands, yet he was not expecting her to know what he was talking about, it was fire tribe culture, but he could explain. "Every leader on his coronation day among the fire tribe bears ancestral bracers, it is branded into our flesh, so even without the pieces on, the king could be identified. Sure, one could forge a false brace with the brands and there is no way I could prove these are not false. But why would I be mentioning that if I were an imposter?"

Zotar lowered his arms, "I know it seems that I am one because I did not bring with me horses, guards, nothing more than rags and two blades, which I had already turned in when arrested. That is because I a exiled from the fire tribe, my brother, Zaheed Thanos, is insane, a monster, I did not believe it until I watched him kill my..." Zotar paused, it was still hard for him not to let his emotions overwhelm him, but it was his emotions that gave the most proof that what he had claimed was true. The trembling of his jaw as it shook and then tightened with Zotar trying to stop himself from weeping. By that and the water that suddenly covered the tops of his eyeballs, showed the genuineness in his words. "Well, let me start from the beginning, being the eldest brother, Zaheed believed he would gain throne after my father’s reign, yet when my father died, in his will King Zarfu decreed I would take the throne next. Zaheed being furious and power-hungry he conversed with Zianro, leader of the water tribe, to sneak his men in on my ball night to kidnap me. Which, Zianro did successfully, I was kept in captivity for almost a month before I was rescued by Bellistrad Indorial.

Meanwhile Zaheed
 poisoned my mother, she was already sick therefore not being able to take place as a one leader once my father past, Zaheed made sure when I was out of the picture she would not be healing anytime soon, eventually she too
 died. Skipping ahead to things, I returned to Murtovaara where Zaheed explained everything to me himself, immediately after he murdered my youngest brother and only sister. He pinned their murder on me, claiming that I was with rage that I was never saved by my family from Zianro. The tribe was all I had left until he punished me for his horrid crime, punishment by exile, giving me a brand of the letter ‘v’ for vengeance, for Vinicius. It was a title I so stupidly once clung to for comfort, but now I live by the name Zotar Thanos."

Zotar feel to his knees, if he had to beg then so be it. He was not going to allow pride to get in his way of saving innocent lives, “Please, I do not want to see Imos burn like the way Shadowfen did, because Zaheed will not stop until there is nothing left to control, to eventually destroy. He told me himself, he will have Imos. The man thinks he is a god! The fire tribe worships them because he forces it. He has abominable powers, he can absorb one’s energy, adding it to his own, and he displayed to me. He boasted how he has bountiful amounts of vessels of power to feast upon, these vessels are people! Men, women, children enslaved for his appetite.

I do not know how much longer we have, but I’m giving up. Because if I do, then there is absolutely no hope. And with no hope, what is the point of breathing now? Please, Ara Cilivren keep Imos alive.”

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Bellistrad hung in his cell, sweating in place as he calmed himself down. The cell itself was rather cold, but that was not his problem. He had just been exercising using his shackles to perform pull ups and vertical crunches to keep his body from atrophying. He was tired from all the movement and had to sleep, so he sent his mind into a deep relaxation and astral projected his spirit out of his body. He traveled to Zotar and remote viewed where he was and what he was doing. He was on his way to Lakeshore when Bellistrad viewed him, and Bell feared he was there to get revenge on Zianro. But when Bell took notice of Zotar's energy it seemed stressed and not violent.

Bell questioned why Zotar was in Lakeshore if not to attack Zianro. Perhaps he was there to get Zianro's help, but Bell could only hope for the worst and prepare for the best. He thought it was about time to cause Zaheed an even bigger headache than he already had. Straining his arms he began to flow energy through his arms and concentrate heat there. Normally this wouldn't do anything to the carbon treated steel but by heating it with Bell's super-heated blue flames Bell could use his heat sense to 'see' through this sense to find the weaker parts of his shackles and concentrate heat to those parts in order to break them. This process took about half an hour of trial and error until Bell could break out of the shackles and land on the floor in a pile.

He laid there for about ten minutes gathering his strength until he felt it was best to get on with his escape. His lower food intake would take a beating on his fire bending but as his most recent achievement showed he was still able to pull off some cool things. One such thing was copying his earlier technique on a larger scale. By super-heating the entire door Bell could focus on the weaker parts. He then lit the entire door directly on fire and began punching the door in those sections with a flame covered fist, denting the hot metal.

He had to take a moment to let his had cool between each punch and he used a constant breathing technique to make his fist hit harder and with more heat to dent the metal door outwards. Eventually Bell had the door bent until sections of the door were thinner and weaker. With one last jab at the door Bell extended his fingers outwards this time and pierced the hot metal. Bell felt a moment of triumph before quickly retreating his hand out of the hot door and blowing on his hand from the hot pain down his fingers.

Bell took his prison outer jacket and tore it into strips to wrap his fingers and hand individually in the blood red material. His white undershirt was now the only thing covering his torso as Bell now used fiery barefoot kicks to open the door the rest of the way. Now out of his cell Bell snuck through the corridors and took out the first guard he saw with a quick knock-out blow of fire and found keys luckily on the guards person. He restrained the guard and began emptying the prison cells one by one. The contingent of varying Water Tribe soldiers and common criminals with the occasional bandit all made a fabulous army of 65 men.

Luckily Bellistrad was no longer the only bender, with some water benders now in the mix. Bell led the charge as the prisoners went on riot to free more prisoners, but Bell made sure they stayed in the lower prisons to hold out until Zotar came for them.

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General King Zaheed


"But do you really need that strength to win? You didn't use your abilities in Shadowfen and you won anyway. I don't think this will change anything, you will be able to defeat them anyway."

Zaheed broke slowly a slight smile when he listened to Deborah's words. "You are right," he responded, though only that because soon rushed in a messenger. "My king!" he yelped in panic. "B-Bell-Bellistrad, he escaped, starting a r-riot!" Hearing this, Zaheed was not furious, but rather frustration, he felt like he started to really hit hindrances that may stop his plans, and Zaheed absolutely hates his plans to be stopped. "Pull yourself together," Zaheed commanded, yet not in an angry bark, but rather a tired and stressed demand. Most likely the servant was in paranoia in fear that Zaheed may put out his rage on him. Instead Zaheed ordered, "Gather thirty soldiers as soon as possible. And oh, Deborah, follow me. If Bellistrad wants to get out of his cell, fine, I'll put him a better place."

Soon enough Zaheed stood with his army of thirty men as they faced the prison. Zaheed was fast enough to equip his armor on as the men were summoned. Zaheed knew he was not as strong as he were with power absorbed, but he did not have time to upgrade his body now. But besides, his ebony armor has proven protective in the past, and Zaheed felt more reassured wearing his helmet for once.

Zaheed turned around to Deborah, "You know what you have to do." That gave her signal to go inside and do what he had instructed her when they made there way to the prison. Zaheed had told Deborah that she must use her powers to blind the riot, making it really no fight at all for his soldiers to put down and slaughter the rioters. Once Deborah had taken all the prisoners' sight, Zaheed waved his hand in direction to attack.

And when his men charged, so did their king. Zaheed felt better to have his sword than he did when he was feeding off others' magic. Zaheed was a master with his blade, and even questioned himself to why he neglected it. Zaheed reached Bell just in time, he was not sure whether or not he was blind, but it was obvious he had him surrendered. Zaheed threw his elbow into Bell's mouth, but quickly grabbed his neck with his sword against it. "I could kill you now, I could of killed you when you were shackled and back in Lakeshore, but no, I'm going to first force you to watch as Airedale chokes beneath my heel and as Zotar slips into death by my blade. Then, you go with him." Zaheed struck a fist to his head, knocking Bellistrad out.

Zaheed threw Bell into the arms of guards to which they tightly chained him up. "I'm not waiting to let life throw any more problems at me, we march to Airedale now!" Zaheed has been planning to attack Airedale since he had conquered Shadowfen, so he was confident in his forces and in his war strategy. Zaheed sensed Deborah and approached her saying, "Well done, I want you to come with me to Airedale. If there is anyone I trust to fight with me, right at my side, it be you." Zaheed lowered his voice in a whisper, "Besides, I would not want to lose you. And while your keeping me safe," Zaheed put his hand on her shoulder, "I promise to keep you safe." Zaheed bowed his head and turned, preparing for the journey to take one more tribe.



Lord Vinicius ZOTAR THANOS


"And to what do I owe this visit? Come to stir up more trouble. Or else do, has the fool finally opened his eyes, mind, and heart to the reality of the situation?"

"Now is not the time for insults," Zotar started, clarifying that he was not here for a fight with Zianro. "Besides, I opened up when there was a world opened for me to explore, and find the ugly truth for myself." Zotar sighed, "Listen, Zianro, I've been through a lot." That was already a given by the looks of Zotar with his burns marks and the exile mark against his cheek. "Enough to make me push aside my tensions, to forget you are my enemy so we can save Imos. I know, I know, that sounds a bit dramatic, but its the truth. You know my brother's mad."

Zotar paused, taking his eyes down to the ground, staring at it. "I found that all out myself, he made deals to have you kidnap me, poisoned my mother which let to her death while I was gone, and when I came back he murdered my two siblings in front of me, later then framing their murders on me and causing me to be exiled. But I'm not saying that to have you care about me, however instead, to care about Imos. I don't want a man, more like monster, to be controlling and eventually crushing Imos to pieces."

And just like Zotar did to Ara, he fell to his knees begging. But the big deal about now, was the fact that he fell to the floor into front of a man he would consider to be a great enemy. Though none of that matter to him now, the suffering and pain caused to many was not worth Zotar's grudges.

"Please, rally your troops now to Airedale, I know Zaheed will be attacking the city next, he boasted about it like he was some kind of god back in the short moment me and him had. If you refuse, you know the tribe will not stand a chance, and once he captures their tribe, yours will not stand a chance. He will enslave the air bearers into soldiers, in the end to take down yours, thus meaning he will have three armies, the earth tribe, the air tribe, and his. This may be our only chance, so please Zianro, don't waste it."

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When Zaheed and his soldiers came to end he riot Bell and the other prisoners were ready. They hid in the shadows waiting for the soldiers to reach a four way junction before ambushing the party. Even with the prisoner's numbers they stood little chance of surviving the fight. Bell was the only one who could hold his own against the soldiers with bursts of fire holding them at bay and larger waves of flame with wide arcs to scatter the opposition. Bell however did himself in shortly, using a wide burst fire breathing technique that re-opened the wounds in his throat. He had hurt his throat while performing the flame lion bomb to gain entrance to Zianro.

The technique consumed a lot of Bell's energy because of his concentration being nulled by the pain and made him weaker. Coughing into his hand Bell expels a fair amount of blood from his mouth and splatters it across the floor in front of him. It was then that Zaheed caught up to Bell and pummeled him into submission. He barely responds to Zaheed's words and threats, his body in too much pain to comprehend it. He passes out shortly after and begins to have a lucid dream.

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In the end Deborah wasn't sure what was going on, someone rushed in telling them the airhead from days ago had escaped his cell and started a riot. Once that was said she was grimacing again, wondering what was up with the security in this place. Wasn't they even prepared to keep their own people in their jail? If that guy was able to escape and start a riot how many hadn't done it before him? No, the fire nation somehow seemed less powerful and mighty suddenly.

But who was she to blame them? She just followed the king around and did whatever he asked of her. So if he wanted her to walk right into the riot and blind the people temporarily that was what she did without even questioning it. She was just sort of happy that she finally was allowed to do something instead of just standing at the side and watching everyone demonstrate what they could do. But after her part that was mostly what she did, stood around in a corner while watching the men get slaughtered without even flinching. She almost thought to herself that this was more boring to watch than the massacre at Shadowfen.

"Well done, I want you to come with me to Airedale. If there is anyone I trust to fight with me, right at my side, it be you." She doubted that she would be fighting. She would probably just be allowed to stand around and watch like always. "Besides, I would not want to lose you. And while your keeping me safe, I promise to keep you safe."

She was watching his hand on her shoulder while nodding slowly, wondering how he could think that it was safer for her to be at the battlefield with him than in Murtovaara. When she gave it a second thought she suddenly understood that he was probably right, the only reason why she was accepted and allowed to walk around in the castle was because the king was there and he accepted her. But when he was gone there was no guarantee she would be accepted anymore. So he was probably right when he said that she would be safer around him.

"I will try not to let you down again."



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When the man told him that he wouldn't be able to walk by himself and needed a shoulder to lean on Cailu allowed him to use his. He had no reason not to help the man, Ara wanted to speak with him and that was why Cailu had been asked to go and fetch him. He doubted that Ara actually would go here to meet the man, would any tribe leader do something like that? No, probably not. And according to Cailu Ara was the nicest of them. But he didn't know anyone of the other's either so that wasn't that strange.

It took a little while to take them from the inn to the mansion since the other one was hurt, but in the end they was in front of the building. Cailu still helped the man by leading him inside, wondering if he needed to get the man upstairs also or if Ara would be waiting somewhere else, the answer to his thoughts were one of the few servants they had who stood right inside the main door and directed him towards the throne room. The choice of location was a bit odd, they never used it, but Cailu wouldn't question Ara's choice.

The moment Ara saw the supposedly right hand man to the Water tribes leader, or former right hand man, she was a bit taken aback. She had expected something else. Something a little less... fragile. But he looked beaten up, perhaps he had a whole different aura around him when he wasn't like that. But she just smiled towards the man while she leaned back, "Hello. I suspect that you are the late right hand man of Zianro Azura? I've summoned you here because I need answers. A while ago I and my own right hand man, Cailu, who was the one to go and find you, went to Lakeshore to talk with Azura. We had heard some really unsettling rumors that now have been proven correct, it ended with him asking us or me to put you in jail. I'm not going to put you in jail, we didn't even get a reason to why were supposed to do something like that. So what did you do, are we supposed to send you away from our lands because you can be considered a threat?"

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Soldiers fled into Lakeshore, they were fearful enough to do what Zaheed had commanded him, but not brave enough to run. And though retreating may seem like cowardice, it would be better than playing part in the slaughter that was now present in Airedale. Before Zaheed sent his soldiers out to march, he ordered rogues to dispatch into the city and eliminate as many high ranking officers and to lift the city gates once they approached.

The team proved to be successful for by the time Zaheed and his army approached Airedale, it was opened to Zaheed's destruction. "Now, do not except this battle to be like Shdowfen, you are dealing with air benders here. They can be trickier in situations as such. But if you hold up to order and efficiency in the battlefield, then we gain not only another victory but conquer domain over another tribe. Soon, Imos will bow to one leader. Show no mercy, execute all who prove capable to be a hindrance in the future. And as for the weak ones, enslave them, I'll make them strong for a greater purpose, for my purpose. Do not forget who you are fighting for, do not make me your enemies. Follow your orders, and I give you my word, you will not suffer what Airedale is soon going to face," Zaheed told his speech before the battle.

With the troops inside of the city, Airedale took a slaughtering, the fire tribe had much bigger numbers than them, and this battle had been expected and practiced for after Shadowfen fell. But while the city was being scorched by flames and drowned by terror, Zaheed made his way to the throne room, hoping that he would find and kill the tribe's leader. Zaheed always believed the best way to truly break a tribe's heart and soul was to drive and destroy their homeland, but also to put an end to the one who once led and governed them.

Deborah accompanied him with Bellistrad's unconscious self carried, but also surrounded by soldiers leading and slaves in chains as Zaheed absorbed their energy. He was retaining his abnormal shape, though Deborah did in the past told him that he would not need those powers, Zaheed, in the end, went with his own intentions, as he always did. "I had planned this day for weeks now, I was expecting at least some type of fight," he talked to Deborah as they were on their way to the throne room, was if he were having simple conversation, as if there were not a skirmish before him. "Air benders, heh, guess there's a reason why the fire tribe never affiliated with them, what's there to affiliate with?"

Suddenly Zaheed's pet, Icarus swept down to inform his master, "Zaheed! Zotar and Zaheed are here, they brought the entire water tribe army!" Zaheed stopped in his tracks, heart-pounding much faster, because his goal just got much harder to achieve. No matter how ridiculous Zotar and Zianro teaming up sounded to Zaheed, he stuck with the plan- get to the throne room, take down the air tribe leader then deal with Zianro and Zotar.

Zaheed made it inside the throne room, "Deborah, trust me, I want you to hide within this room. I will soon be immersed within a duel. You know I treasure our time together, you served me in different places, but for now, I ask that you do what I say."

After Zaheed spoke to Deborah, his men then wrapped numerous chains around Bellistrad, bounding him to a column. Zaheed struck Bell against the face to wake him up, and hen unleashed his blade, placing it against Bell's neck, "Too bad you were asleep, Indorial. No matter, when this is all over, and I'm in a good mood I might let you get a breath of air, take a step outside, let you soak in the scenery, before I decide to finally put an end to you."

Ara was no where to be found in the throne room, but Zaheed waited, he knew his brother would get his way anytime now, Zotar always did, according to Zaheed.


Lord Vinicius ZOTAR THANOS


"Thank you, Zianro," Zotar responded to his once-was-enemy, as he rose to his feet just as Zianro had commanded. Leader, it has been quite some time since Zotar actually felt like one, sure Bellistrad mentioned the word many times as he tried to train Zotar into one, but now, Zotar felt he could own up to the title of leader.

In the meantime before the water tribe soldiers set out to march for Airedale, Zotar trained with them. Of course seemed quite suspicious and odd considering the obvious ties between water and fire. But as he practiced events such as sword-fighting or hand-to-hand combat, even in duels considering their elements at battle, he did not feel any tension. For, it was if none of that matter. For once in Zotar's life he could say that a huge part about the history of his ancestors simply did not matter.

No, because through the training with the water soldiers, Zotar constantly kept Bellistrad's words in mind because now they made sense, they are no different from him. These men, they had a country, traditions, families to go back to one the war waging was over, if it was ever going to be. Zotar never though of it that way, he was too one-sided in the situation, never thinking for himself, when it came to breaking away from what he was told as a child. But then it also struck Zotar that he will soon be facing his own nation, his own soldiers, or men he once saw as such.

At that moment, he bore grief, sorrow, to believe he would be against his own tribe. So he excused himself from the battle-training, and made his way to somewhere quiet. Unbelievingly, Zotar actually floated against the waters of a pool inside Lakeshore. After he had to swim for his life, he discovered something special about water- it could either be peace, calm, cooling, or could follow with violence and mad splashing thrashing, its a choice to decide which one. It was always a choice for Zotar, but most of his life he had living his father's, but since he had met Bellistrad, he felt he free.

On his back, lying against the water, he mediated for the battle that soon faced him. That there will be sacrifices made, and he was willing to take them, no matter if it meant he had to end the lives of fire tribe soldiers or if his life would end. And came the time that the water tribe soldiers set out on their journey, with Zotar there besides Zianro, marching with a water tribe king, with the same goal in mind for once, stop Zaheed.

The battle was launched, well, the time that Zotar got there with Zianro, the air tribe was already being attacked. But hopefully, not for long were the people of Airedale going to be pressed under oppression and bloodshed. "Zianro, I'm going after Zaheed. Thank you, again, and," Zotar put his hand on Zianro's shoulder. "Let's save Imos." Zotar gave a bow and charged off in the direction he felt was the best way to his brother.

Zotar could see Zaheed from a distance, he was tallest and strangest-looking figure before him. Zotar took in a deep breath, filling air into his lungs, trying to find a peace in the midst of sorrow and suffering that surrounded. Dreaming and hoping that when this was all over, Zaheed would not only be put down but the separation of the tribes. Perhaps there would no longer be wars or battles like this, Imos would once again be united.

Zotar busted into the throne room to see before him, the monster he was tied to by blood, Zaheed, and his friend, his teacher, his savior, Bellistrad. "Leave him alone, Zaheed!" Zotar barked in stern voice, not in a tone of anger but one that gave the speech of a firm leader. "Your ruination of foreign tribes but also the fire tribe, ends here!"

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Character Portrait: Deborah SigrĂșn Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Ara Cilivren Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis
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Bell slowly came out of his long dream, one he barely understood in the end but he got what he needed from it. He could tell he was uncomfortable and felt chains around him, pinning him to something solid. A wood pillar he realized it was, and slowly he recognized the room being in the Air Tribe style. His eyes widened as he bare witness once again to the terrifying wrath of Zaheed. Bell could do little more than shrink into himself and wait for the large man to leave him.

In short time Zotar arrived and called out in Bellistrad's defense. He was glad that Zotar had come to defend the Air Tribe and wondered if the Water tribe had come with him. Bell yelled out in a state of pure willpower at the sight of Zotar and Zaheed together again and burst his body out in blue flame violently. The chains, the tip of Zaheed's sword and the pillar that Bell had been chained to all either melted or became charcoal respectively. Bell sunk to the floor after his outburst and realized just how weak he was from incarceration.

Bell stood up and went to work on Zaheed, unleashing a fast array of fiery jabs and arcing rings of flame from his kicks. Each attack wore out Bell more and more but he kept up the attack with his flurry of hard pressed Fire Bending. Bell calls out to Zotar as he keeps up the assault. "It is time for your third lesson Zotar, the power of the yellow stomach chakra, and control of your Willpower!" Bell demonstrates this by rotating on his left leg and performing a strong upper-cut kick to Zaheed's lower chin, his strike sending a giant torrent of fire from his foot up and extending 20ft up into the sky. Bell retreated after this attack, his energy now starting to consume his flesh as patches of his skin became ashes and slowly smoldering embers.

Bell's body was at it's limit but Bell continued to fight even with the pain of burning alive. Bell finished his fight one way or another by igniting his body in a blue fiery aura and became a sapphire phoenix and rammed into Zaheed on a suicide run to incinerate both the evil King and himself in the flames...

When the ashes settled Bellistrad had vanished and only a single scrap of blue fabric marked where he had stood. His spirit raced around the energy of Zotar before disappearing into the light.

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"You are not alone in this then. I may have been exiled from the water lands, but Imos is still my home. I will gladly lend you my sword and services to you, Ara Cilivren. Lend you my full strength if need be, even my very life. On my honor, I will help you defend all of Airedale."

She wasn't surprised by his proposal, even though he was a bit roughed up at the moment she could sense that he was a soldier in the core. There was no doubt that he would make such a request, she would be more surprised if he had asked how to get out of there the fastest and ran away. And even if she was questioning how much he could do in his current state she couldn't order him around, he wasn't a part of her tribe so who was she to stop him? That was not her obligation or even her business.

"Your kindness is too much, thank you, we accept your help. You may go and do what you want in the meantime, talk to the guards or something else, the choice is yours. I need to do some things now, so I will excuse myself." While she spoke she had stood up with the help of her cane before smiling politely towards the water exile and leaving the room. She was needed somewhere else, in fact she was probably needed everywhere at this point.

The two cousins were located in their study where they were actually arguing in hissing voices, no one of them agreeing to the other ones ideas. No one of them had any experiences with a real war or battle. Both of them thought they knew what was best but neither of them had any clues in reality. That was when one of the guards came stumbling into the room, blood leaking from defend wounds.

"We're under a a-attack, most of the men around the walls are... dead. I escaped right after an assault... They're here already."

Dead silence. No one said anything, the arguing was over. There wasn't anything to argue about anymore. It was already too late for that. Probably too late for anything. She had been told to defend the village, to keep people alive. But truly Ara didn't care the slightest about the land or the village, all she cared about was her people. As long as they got out alive, which she hoped they would because why wouldn't they all just scatter with the air as soon as they saw the enemy just like the guard who had escaped had done?

"You are wounded, leave the city. Fly out of here, don't die for something like this," The guard hesitated at first, clearly troubled by the order. They were assigned to guard the city, not run away when it got dangerous and Ara knew that. But she wanted to keep as many of them alive as possible, and if that meant to just abandon the village completely for its destruction so be it. When the guard had vanished from vision she turned towards Cailu who was looking out the open window, "Cousin, I want you to evacuate as many of ours as possible. Protect them while they escape, I know you can protect them."

Even he hesitated, his assignment was to protect Ara and not the others and clearly she needed a lot of protection in his opinion, "But... What about you?"

She only shook her head, "No, I don't need it. I can take care of myself, I don't need to use violence. I will simply slip through their grasp if they get that close. I will go to the stones. We can't let them have them. After that I will help you by looking for people that still hasn't left."

They both vanished, Cailu traveling out through the window still drifting away while the real wind grabbed a hold of him while Ara went downstairs and further into the building. She didn't need to open any doors, she just slipped through the slots, downwards. Underneath the dirt. Into the place where all secrets were kept. Once inside the hidden room she looked down onto the three stones. Funny thing was that the red one seemed to shine were it lied, she had never seen it happen before even though she had visited the room many times before. She guessed it was because of the presence of so many fire wielders.

After that unsettling realization she simply poked down the stones into her pouch without touching them with her bare hands and left the room to save the rest of her people from getting slaughtered. At least she hoped that was the worst scenario.



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Honestly the attack on Shadowfen was funnier to watch, yeah watch. Just like she now was watching the slaughter going on in Airedale. It was just like Deborah had suspected, she wasn't supposed to fight. She was just there for the show and to keep the king company. Like before. And to be honest, she wasn't amused with it. At all. If it wasn't for the ongoing battle you would be able to hear her click her tongue more than once while she followed the king where he walked through the streets, clearly unhappy with her position in all this. But she didn't say anything, she wasn't stupid enough to do something like that on a day like this. She just silently listened to the kings bragging like always.

But clearly she had decided on the outcome to early, the news that got the king frustrated made her smile. Because apparently this would be more exciting than Shadowfen. Much more exciting. But also a bigger risk, she didn't have any reason to doubt her employer since she knew how strong the army and he was but still there was that tiny chance that they would lose. That meant she would lose as well. What would happen then was not something she would like to know. And how she was supposed to get out of here was also a question. But she pushed those thoughts aside, she didn't have any reason to doubt the king.

She had expected something more from the home of her father, she hadn't known what to expect but this was clearly not it. To know she was linked to this rundown place was not something she would be bragging about again, the house she guessed belonged to the leader since they walked into it wasn't even close to being impressive. If she didn't know better she would almost resemble it with something from Murtovaara’s slums. Small when comparing it to what Murtovaara had to offer and not even special or unique like Shadowfen.

"Deborah, trust me, I want you to hide within this room. I will soon be immersed within a duel. You know I treasure our time together, you served me in different places, but for now, I ask that you do what I say."

He wanted her to hide? Of all the things he could ask of her and he asked her to hide. Once more she started to click her tongue in annoyance but she wasn't going to start questioning him and being difficult now, "Fine."

Just like he had told her to do she walked further inside the room and leaned onto the wall with arms crossed in the darkest corner, she wasn't going to crouch down and hide behind some sort of junk like a kid. She refused to do that. She wasn't going to humiliate herself like that, because her pride didn't allow her to hide like some scared child. No. Not even if the king asked that of her. It was beneath her.

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Zianro nodded. "Get going then Zotar. I'll deal with his forces." Zianro then raised his voice. "We'll go with the charge and flank maneuver! Two hundred of you charge in and get any fire warrior! Two one hundred man units will cover the flanks!" Zianro smiled inwardly. "Now Zaheed, Old Friend, it's time to end our little contest of strength..."

"First Unit, Charge!!"

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Na'ari was with the Guards in the city, desperately helping them escape whilst he used Draconil and what little water remained in his pouch to hold off any forces trying to stop him from trying to help the best he could. He felt like he was the only water warrior that cared, until he heard the battle cries.

Warriors of Lakeshore leapt into the cities and fought against the fire soldiers. On the walls of the City itself, Several water warriors specializing in ice threw several icicles at the soldiers, further aiding them in their cause against the fire tribe's tyrannical Ruler. He thought he saw Cailu arriving to help. But that made his face turn pale with worry.

"Where is Ara?" He said silently to himself. It didn't matter, he had to fight off the troops with the newfound Calvary.

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Did I just witness that? Zotar asked himself, immediately after Bellistrad just... disappeared. He just engulfed Zaheed in a flurry of what appeared to be blue flames. Zotar did not check upon on Zaheed's body thoroughly to determine his death. Instead, Zotar ran in panic to Bell's garments. "Bellistrad! Bell! No, no, no!" Zaheed cried as he shuffled through his friend's fabrics remaining, at least looking for a body. But no, what Zotar saw was true.

In that time that Zotar searched for his Bellistrad, Zaheed lied there, his body feeling as if it were set ablaze and his neck tightened, his death felt as if he were not only burning but also suffocating, choking. He needed more, he needed power, it was killing him, but he still had a hunger. Zotar was smart enough not to grasp his brother's essence of energy, knowing that his may be similar to Bell's because they looked like close companions. But there was another light he saw in the darkness that was his vision, Deborah. He knew that was her, she had a distinct glow and color because of her unique power.

Yes, there were moments of love he felt for Deborah, but that does not mean he was engaged with a desire for anyone else, that was himself. He has grown to be selfish, after feeling as if could not obtain his father's love, he made a decision early his life, he can only trust himself, he can only depend on him, only care about Zaheed. He pulled, tugged, and pried every ounce of magic and power Deborah had into her for himself. The pain could be described like tearing apart and ripping off skin, because he took something away from Deborah just important.

And with his power, Zaheed as able to muster just enough strength to rise up, and give one last attempt to end Zotar. But as Zaheed rose up, Zotar sensed it, not just because he could hear him but could sense the dark negative force. Then it felt like slow motion for Zotar, on his knees stopped searching for Bellistrad and instead felt Bellistrad course through his veins, pump his heart, calm his mind, breathe. Zotar rose up and with a thrust of his of both his hands he released his willpower. And just as before, Zaheed was scorched in armies of blue flames dancing against his flesh, forcing him to collapse, but this time Zaheed did not survive, he transformed into ashes.

Zotar felt exhausted he staggered back, panting, but he knew it was over.




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Once the battle was over, with Zaheed's army defeated, Zotar went back home, to the fire tribe. Though the most recent memories he had there were horrid, he still had a heart for his people and knew his brother damaged them, they were hurting even if they avoided to show it. He did not know what to expect when he returned. Some hated him, they clung to what Zaheed's claimed, other were wise enough to believe that a wicked man tells wicked lies. And because so many were released from fear, relieved that Zaheed was finally gone, they bowed to the man that stood up against him, Zotar of course. He rid the tribe of worshipping Zaheed, destroying the idols and statues they were forced to worship.

Zotar had a re-coronation as Lord Zotar, except this time he did wear the traditional bracers, and he did not even ask Zianro for them back. Instead, he proclaimed, that they would take a new path, embark on a new story, and tarnish the reputation of the fire tribe to be a people of war and bloodlust, because one day, if he could make possible, let the tribes unite as one people. Because just as Bellistrad said, they are all the same.

But of course Zotar did not always have the grandest nor happiest of time being the tribe's leader. With his vision came riots, people that forbid to turn away from their old ways, but Zotar did not respond to their rebellion with violence, he did not want to strike fear into his people as his brother did. Instead Zotar used his words, speaking to them boldly, rebuking their arrogance to fight with those they find foreign. The riots did not end immediately, that took time, but eventually the rebels saw there be no need for a war after so leaving one recently. They also took notice the patience and peace Zotar had about him, he was a loving man, who now never rushed to anger nor judgment, he forgave. Zotar mediated through the troubles and temptation to respond in fury, not only because he felt he needed it but because every time he did sat in his cross-legged position doing that thing he so once did not understand and in fact dreaded, it was like he could hear Bellistrad or at least sense his spirit there with him. It was as if Bellistrad never did die, he would not in Zotar's memories.

Though not only did Zotar share a love to his tribe but others, he tried to locate her after the battle, wishing to help her tribe recover from the attack. He did not want the air tribe to be suffering and to be alone, Zotar experienced and knows exactly the feeling of that. And with that Zotar released the earth benders Zaheed enslaved, but not only that, Zotar let them coexist with the fire tribe, also giving them villages so that they may be able to reflect upon their own traditions. For the water tribe, Zotar reached out to Zianro to respecting the man after he provided troops and came through in the battle of Airedale. Zotar scheduled meetings to discussed an alliance with the water tribe, praying that Zianro would agree, in hopes one day perhaps water and fire may live together at peace with all the other bearers of elements in this place of Imos.