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Mekaisto Orieska

"I am Not Wrong"

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a character in “The Tribes of Imos 2”, as played by umademeink96

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Full Name: Mekaisto (Meka) Orieska
Eventual titles: The Red Healer
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Soul Animal (only for the Shapeshifter tribe): Raven
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Name: Crow
Other: Crow is a raven that is usually always perched on the shoulder of Meka. It is very ragged and menacing looking, but it has never lashed out or harmed anyone. It supposedly aids Meka with her incredible healing abilities.

Tribe: Shapeshifter
Position in the Tribe: Healer

Negative Traits:
Uncooperative: Once she decides a way to do something that’s the way she does it. She does not like to work with others and will often oppose others people just for the sake of being a pain in the butt. Crow is the only thing that has the ability to easily change her stance on something.
Crazy: Meka talks to Crow, which is not abnormal for her tribe, however Crow isn’t the only thing she talks to. She can often be found talking to no one, the air, and nothing else. She can almost always be seen wearing her tree branch antlers, which do not help her case.
Unapologetic: She has a lot of pride that can often be her downfall. While it keeps her head raised, despite all the things said about her, it stops Meka from admitting when she is wrong and she will instead try and fight you.
Positive Traits:
Confident: She knows what she is doing when it comes to healing people and she knows she has the ability to do it. Meka doesn’t hesitate because she knows she can do it.
Independent: She doesn’t rely on anyone and doesn’t think she needs to. The only one she needs is Crow, who has proven a loyal friend time and time again. Her independence derives from being raised by her mother who believed that the only person you can rely on is yourself.
Religious: Living in the ShapeShifter Tribe Meka has been exposed to their strong religious customs her entire life. She loves it, and she loves doing rituals to honor her gods.
Fears: Not being able to save a patient.

History: Meka was born into a single parent house as her mother had a relationship with a man from outside of their tribe who did not stick around. Being raised by her mother made her extremely independent, though now she favors females over males. She grew with her mother who was also a successful healer, but it did not take long for Meka to surpass even her. Meka’s mother would often bring her along into the surrounding forests for gathering herbs and other healing plants as well as teaching her about the meaning of ingredients for religious purposes.

When she turned eleven Meka began hearing voices, which she nor her mother picked up on as strange until Meka began talking back to them. Meka doesn’t know the origin of the voices talking to her, but she does not try to hide from them and instead embraces what has happened to her and thinks they are the voices of the gods.

Once she turned fifteen she took her journey into the forest to find her Soul Animal without hesitation. After growing up with her mother she knew she wouldn’t have any trouble surviving by herself, and instead focused on finding her soul animal. When she saw the ratty old raven sitting on a withered old tree the skip in her heart rate alerted her that the bird was something special. Meeting Crow did not open any special doors for Meka, its appearance made her the butt of many jokes around her tribe.

At 18 Meka decided she wanted to leave the tribe and travel the rest of the world. She was tired of being constantly belittled by the people she grew up with and wanted to experience things in the different cultures around the world. She has been travelling with only Crow and her voices for the past two years and has never been happier.

Likes:
Nature || Crow || Practicing Ritual || Travelling || Helping the Sick
Dislikes:
Men || Being told she’s wrong || Failure || Bullying
Dreams/Goals:
To become the best healer in the land

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos/Markings: None/ During Ritual she paints markings on her body
Height: 5’ 3”
Brief Appearance Description:
Meka has very long brown hair that she normally lets hang and dark brown eyes that stand out against her tanned skin. Her features are soft, but her lips are usually pressed in a hard frown.

It is easy to spot Meka because she is almost always wearing a large antler hat because she believes it keeps her closer to nature and a bright red shawl. Over the few years she has been travelling she has become known to people by these things and has been sought out to help heal very ill people.
Carrying: Meka carries a large wooden staff for ritual with her, but in terms of weapons she only has small knifes that she only uses for cutting herbs and other tasks she cannot do with her bare hands. The only other things she carries is a satchel full of different herbs and medicines he needs.
Strength/Abilities: Vast knowledge of survival and medicinal techniques, connection to gods(She thinks)
Weakness: Not physically strong

Other: HEXCode #660000

So begins...

Mekaisto Orieska's Story

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ooc// Just on an off note red bold text is Meka italic is voice and black bold is Crow

“This place is not where you belong, move on immediately.” The soft words floated in the back of a young women’s mind, ignored fort he most part, as she walked down a sickly looking street that reeked of despair. It barked at her, critiquing the unkempt appearance the surroundings had taken on since entering this city. The dismembered voice nagged at the women as she continued, growing louder and more resentful with each step she took further into the city.

“The Gods shouldn’t speak of their worshippers in such derogatory ways, it is very unbecoming of you.” She quipped at the voice, the interjection shocked it into silence giving her a few moments of peace as she continued, yet to see a single person. Mekaisto had heard stories of the grand Murtovaara, the largest city in Imos, and she had heard that there were people in need of help here. The city, while surely grander the closer you got to the King, was in ruins in the outskirts, poverty had taken hold of these people in a similar fashion to parasitic insects.

“Please, as if any of these meat bags could be considered worshippers. This entire place looks as if it has forsaken the world, replacing its forests with buildings, and the dirt with stone.” The voice retorted to her, its words clearly articulating the distaste it felt for what the people of Murtovaara had done. Meka stopped to scoff at it, her long wooden staff rapped against the cobbled road she was traveling.

“You are aware that stone is part of your precious nature?” She tugged at the wolf pelt draped over her head, the wooden antlers sewn into the top used to feel like a burden she carried for her gods, but recently they had felt lighter and her burden felt less. It had her wondering if she should remake the pelt with real buck antlers. She tried to tune out the voice as it began on a tirade about how she should be angry in its place as a child and worshipper of the Gods, and although she knew it was right Meka had come to Murtovaara for a reason and did not plan on leaving with out it.

She whistled softly and looked up as a bird the color of the night sky circled over head before swooping down and perching on Meka’s outstretched arm. Her deep red shawl protected her arms from her bird’s piercing talons. The bird was haphazard looking at best; its feathers were patchy and uneven looking and its beak and talons looked jagged and unkempt. To any passerby the raven would look a sickly mess, but it was Meka’s soul animal.

“I looked around but could not pinpoint any shops selling the item you are looking for.” It squawked before climbing up and settling on her shoulder and nestling itself there quietly. Meka sighed, she knew finding the cauterizing powder made only in Murtovaara was going to be hard, especially since she didn’t even know how deep into the city she was going to have to travel, but that powder held special properties that couldn’t be find in normal herb remedies to easing the pain of cauterizing a wound. It would be a valuable addition to her collection.

Tugging at the wolf pelt, she pulled it so it hid most of her features, although Meka knew she wasn’t one for subtlety, between the red cloak, her raven, and the antler helmet, any she passed would have their attention drawn to her. She didn’t mind though, Meka had spent her childhood the infamous bad luck child, a few strangers giving her disapproving looks would not be hard to brush off.

Meka paused when she spotted a few children playing in the street off to one side. They did not look healthy, much too skinny, but somehow they still managed to have the energy to goof off, it made her smile a bit and she walked over to them. They didn’t notice her until she was nearly towering over them and their reaction was to scream and run, not that Meka could blame them, she was probably a frightening sight for young children. She placed the handful of colorfully wrapped candies in her hand and placed them on the ground, if they wanted it, they could take it on their own. Over Mekaisto’s time travelling she had learned that food was the best way to win over animals and people alike, and when treating a child candy was the best way to earn their trust. She pushed herself up with her staff walking away at a leisurely pace.

“They took the candy.” Her raven, Crow, mumbled against her ear, Meka couldn’t help but smile, hopefully the candy brought they a small amount of happiness. She continued on her way, and as Meka got deeper into the city the population became more dense and the attention she was bringing herself became much more apparent. She continued walking until she got to what appeared to be a merchant distract, the streets lined with canvas stand vendors who were more interested in a sale than what you looked like.

“Smelly, disgusting, I hate it here.” Voice chimed in, a coherent sentence from what had been a long string of inaudible mumbling. Meka wrinkled her nose at the comment.

“Do gods even have a sense of smell?” She asked perturbed, her sudden comment drawing the attention of a few people around her, but they all shuffled away.

”Of course, we can smell, I smell everything that you smell. You should not be subjecting an all powerful god to such things.” It bit back.

”If you’re so all powerful and godly, why don’t you move your nose somewhere else?” She shot back unimpressed. As she waited for a response Meka’s attention was ripped away as someone bumped into her, as she moved to snap at them the sharp jingling sound of coins stopped her. This man was stealing her coin purse.

“Theif!” She screeched, not hesitating to take off after him in the busy street. “Somebody catch that man, he’s stolen my money!

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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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Mekaisto chased after the man who had stolen from her without hesitation, but despite that she found the distant between her and the man growing with every passing second. The young woman was not the most physically capable, she relied much more heavily on her knowledge than physical abilities, and that was proving to be disastrous in this situation. It didn’t help that her antlers, which hadn’t seemed any a burden a few hours ago, felt like the weight of the world. If the thief got away with her money she’d have no way of buying the cauterizing powder she had travelled so far for. Leaving this city without that powder was not an option.

“I knew you shouldn’t have expected anything less from people that live in a place with no trees.” The voice chimed as she focused on keeping an eye on her thief. Meka could only hope that something would halt their getaway, whether that be some sort of Good Samaritan or the man’s own clumsiness she prayed to the gods for some sort of help, but that didn’t change the fact that she was still losing sight of him.

“Crow don’t lose sight of the thief, I’ll have to follow you.” She managed to pant out as her lungs burned from pursuing the man. She was not fit enough for this kind of physical exertion. Luckily, as Crow took off she was able to slow to a walk, leaning heavily on her wooden staff as she watched the flight of her companion as it followed the thief.

“Of all the towns and villages we have travelled to never once have you been pickpocketed. I was right when I said we should leave, but no, you had to go against the will of the gods and now look where you are.” The voice ranted in the back of her head loudly and gleefully, clearly pleased that it had been right about not coming to this city. Meka tried her best to ignore it as she followed the path to where Crow swooped down into the mass of people and pushed forward until she was coming up on where he landed.

“Oh Heavens, please just be quiet? It’s not going to make me leave.” Meka snapped as she came up on the scene. The thief was on the ground clutching his side in pain, Crow perched on his shoulder and a satisfied woman looking down at the scene. She took in the scene kicked her foot into the thief’s side as hard as she could.

“Don’t steal from people who have the gods on their side!” She shouted before connecting another kick into his side. Crow squawked as the man shuddered under the impact and flapped back to the perch on her shoulder. Meka leaned down and pried her coin purse out of the man’s hand and turned towards the woman.

She looked very tall and extremely tough, and Meka felt the need to brace herself when she spoke to the woman. “The gods have given their thanks and blessing for your assistance.”

“I’m not blessing anyone in this city. Voice retorted immediately after her statement and Meka felt herself groan in exasperation.

“Would you stop being difficult for five seconds? You’re throwing a tantrum like a child.”

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Deborah watched quietly as the man sank to the ground coughing by the impact, she couldn't care less for him or the lady that soon showed up. The fact that the tiny lady started to kick the man only brought a small sneer to Deborah's lips as she watched the man's face express his agony. She had always enjoyed the pain and sorrow of other's because it always felt like some sort of revenge every time, that they got what they deserved. Because everyone was in fact bad people, there was no good ones in this world, so when disaster struck them Deborah just felt like they had it coming. She knew she wasn't a good person but she didn't try to be one either.

Something that truly annoyed Deborah, or made her pity the smaller woman, was the fact that she continuously spoke of gods even when she expressed her gratitude. Deborah didn't believe in gods, she found the thought of them ridiculous and everyone that did have faith delusional. She didn't like to speak to them or even pay them any attention so the only response she gave the express of gratitude was a low grumbling sound that didn't let the listener figure out the true words. But her dissatisfaction could clearly be seen.

“Would you stop being difficult for five seconds? You’re throwing a tantrum like a child.”

She had taken a few steps away from the scene, about to leave and continue her stroll somewhere else where she wouldn't need to be bother with someone nagging about gods this and gods that. However, just when her foot was about to hit the ground a third time she instead stopped right in the middle of the movement. She felt how her over lip twitched at what the woman said, because clearly she couldn't interpret it as if the woman was talking with someone other than her. Who would it be no one from the surrounding had done or said anything?

With a quick turn Deborah marched back to the woman with darkness in her eyes. She was already moody because of the last couple of days and this was pretty much the event that made her mood cross that last line before an explosion. With a voice as bitter as it could be she folded her arms while looking down at the woman, "Difficult? 'Throwing tantrums'? What are you speaking of, god lover?"

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"Difficult? 'Throwing tantrums'? What are you speaking of, god lover?" Meka paused for a moment, her eyes trailing over the towering woman who had looked as if she was about to leave. Despite she being the one to catch Meka’s thief, the young women found that she didn’t like her, at all. When Meka had expressed her thanks the other woman couldn’t even muster a single word to show that she acknowledged Meka had spoken to her. Just a grunt, which was not only rude, but insulting.

“Leave her be little one, starting fights with this one will not end well for you.” The voice chirped in the back of her mind, but it sounded tepid and unsure. She ignored it because now Meka felt like she had a bone to pick with this rude woman. She turned to the woman and squared her shoulders. Pulling back on the wolf pelt shrouding her face in order to get a better look at the tall lady she scowled.

“If someone expresses gratitude towards you it is at the very least polite to acknowledge them. Were you never brought up with manners?” It stirred unpleasant emotions in her stomach that Meka had to tilt her head up in order to make eye contact with the unpleasant women because she was so tall. The smaller girl felt her grip tighten on her staff, she may have been smaller and most definitely weaker than this woman, but she would not back down.

“Little one, I can’t have you getting killed in a petty squabble, the Tall one is too strong, I’ve got too much left to do.” The voice murmured in a tone Meka guessed was supposed to be calming, but it only made her frown become more pronounced.

“She may be stronger, and taller, but I will not stand for this rudeness.” She said, not breaking eye contact. Her eyes were set, determined not to be intimidated, just because the woman standing before her was larger and stronger. The voice was whining in the back on her head, becoming louder and more desperate for her to flee from this scene. It was the first time the voice expressed anything close to desperation, and she wondered if the Gods hadn’t so much had choosen her, but gotten stuck with her.

And while that wasn’t so much a pleasant thought, Meka was not a stranger to what confrontation did to people, she was also not a stranger to being assaulted by people who did not appreciate her not backing down when they were aggressive towards her. She was used to being named called and having garbage and rocks thrown at her. She had spent her life not being pushed around no matter the situation, and she was not about to back down because the Gods suddenly decided it wasn’t a good idea. She had never let anyone control her, and while she loved her Gods, thye would not control her either. She would live the way she wished to live.

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There was always such a strange satisfaction filling Deborah's body when someone reacted like she wanted them to do when she provoked them. A warm feeling that filled her stomach and spread, close to the feeling of butterflies because of the tension in the situation. She couldn't put her finger on why it was like that, if she got nervous because they prepared to talk back or if it just was the thrill of the moment that made it feel like that. Either way she enjoyed it to such an extent that it did border on too much.

“If someone expresses gratitude towards you it is at the very least polite to acknowledge them. Were you never brought up with manners?”

The last comment just made Deborah laugh, a cold mocking one. She found it hilarious, that the tiny lady complained about her manners of all things. But sure, she was right, Deborah couldn't care less about such trivial things. With a mocking grin she bent forward towards the woman, like she tried to get on the same level as her but it was in fact just a demonstration of the fact that she indeed towered over the other one, "Well, can't you ask your gods why I wasn't brought up with manners? Or why not ask them why I had to raise myself? They are 'gods' right, they should be able to answer those questions." With a cold voice she added after straightening her back again, "Well, I suppose I forgot to teach myself manners, so terrible of me."

Once again the woman was talking but somehow Deborah didn't feel as if the woman spoke to her, but neither anyone around them since it seemed as if she actually answered someone but no one had said anything. This did make Deborah slightly confused which could be seen in her face, as always she was like an open book to read. Her eyebrows that was already furrowed because of anger changed direction slightly while she eyed the woman from the tip of her feet’s to the horns on her outfit. It indeed was a strange woman, probably not from around here - she didn't exactly look like anyone from Murtovaara. But Deborah couldn't say where she came from either since she had no experience from outside of the city, she had never felt like traveling and neither had she had the money needed in her possession earlier.

After Deborah had realized that the woman was actually talking to herself she got a bad taste in her mouth, she hesitated for a short moment. She saw the woman as crazy and the thought of crazy people did make her a bit uncertain. They had a tendency to be unpredictable and she didn't fancy it too much. For a short moment she did think about leaving before it got ugly but her pride stopped her, both her heart and head told her that even though the woman was crazy she didn't need to fear her. Deborah knew that she was strong, she knew that if it turned for the worse she could take down the woman even without her special abilities.



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In the middle of his rampage he felt how he was lifted up from the chair and in rage his rampages just got worse. He cursed the men that dragged him out of the tavern and he cursed towards his oldest friend as well, but it was always like that. The man was used by now, he knew that tomorrow morning he would find Eden at his doorstep apologizing for his behavior. Everyone that was a regular knew that it always was like this with the oldest deSoleh son.

When he had gotten dragged out from the place he wouldn't try to get inside again, instead he would wobble home instead. His wife knew about it as well and she would wait up for him to return so she could help him get into the bed. It was the usual procedure. I was somewhat of a must, no one felt the need to change it. The owner and friend of Eden made a lot of money on his drinking problem while his wife knew that he would return home at almost the same time at night since they would close the door for him at almost the same time every day when it happened.

So while he started to make his way to his own house he didn't notice the other drunkard that left the tavern and headed sort of the same direction. To tell the truth he was too busy focusing on where he put his feet’s because it felt as if he was walking on a ship in the middle of a storm, everything just swayed around him.

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The revelation that this woman had not had an easy childhood brought a pang of regret to Meka’s mindset. Still though, it was not enough for her to back down from the tall woman. She had heard the spiel before, ‘why did the gods do this?’ and ‘Gods can do anything on a whim, right?’ the Gods worked in mysterious ways, in grand ways, their own ways, that was why they were gods. Humans, no matter how strong, no matter how miserable, could not understand how they acted. Even Meka could not understand all their whims and actions and they spoke directly to her on a regular basis.

“The Gods are not wish granters, they keep the balance of the worlds, not the people.” She retorted stiffly. Meka felt her features tighten as the tall woman bent down to reach her level, clearly as a way to try and demean the smaller woman and point out her advantages over Meka. It made anger bubble inside of her. There are things people cannot change about themselves, specifically their physical aspects, this person was clearly just a jerk to highlight them, and her scowl morphed into a glare.

The glare didn’t let up even as the other woman’s facial expressions changed. The familiar wariness strangers took up with Meka when they realized something off. Something she was very accustomed to by now. The rude person in front of her would say more rude things about her, surely, when they realized she was not like everyone else. She softened her glare, but paid specific attention to make sure her expression did not give any other emotion away other than discontent.

“Little one, this is the last time I ask nicely, leave this city.” The voice whispered to her patiently and she had to suppress a growl.

“Stop calling me little one, I have already told you I am not leaving until I get the powder.” She hissed the words to the voice, but did not break eye contact with the woman in front of her. The woman in front of her already had made her opinions about Meka, from the way her expression shifted ever so slightly, and the momentary pause, the small woman knew that she had come to the conclusion Meka’s mental state was not healthy. There was nothing she could do about that.

“I demand your apologizes for insulting not me, but my gods who had so graciously given you their gratitude.” She said matter-of-factly, slamming the end of her staff down to the cobbled street as she spoke. She felt the Gods that spoke to her rumble in disagreement inside her head, but did not acknowledge them this time. She had no patience to continue indulging their child like behavior.

“I refuse to leave you alone until I have received a genuine apology.” Even though this woman was stronger than her, if Mekaisto sent Crow on her tail she doubted the woman could get away. She would be able to catch up to her eventually.

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“The Gods are not wish granters, they keep the balance of the worlds, not the people.”

Deborah had never understood why people choose to believe in such things as gods or some sort of magical force controlling the world and what happened. Why would people put their faith and wellbeing in things that couldn't be proven to exist? It puzzled her but not in a good way, it annoyed her. She found those sort of people extremely frustrating, priests and priestess of all types. They all just preached about the same things - making people believe in foolish nonsense to get some sort of control over them. Or their money.

Without Deborah even giving the woman an answer she once more snapped and complained about someone or something calling her little one, Deborah found her crazy talk extremely unpleasant. So her upper lip twitched once more but this time in disgustment, revealing the teeth's for s split second while she wrinkled her nose. If the woman’s appearance and crazy talk wasn't enough there was another thing that Deborah had noticed. While she had stood here talking with a woman a single raven was circulating above them, she knew that people kept birds as pets but she found it rather creepy anyway. Not the crow itself but the fact that it was still up in the air just flying round and round.

“I demand your apologizes for insulting not me, but my gods who had so graciously given you their gratitude. I refuse to leave you alone until I have received a genuine apology.”

Once again Deborah just responded with a cold laughter, "Apologize to you gods? Kid, I am not apologizing to anyone. Not you or your gods. And clearly there is nothing you can do to force me to do it either. I advise that you stop with your foolishness because people that makes me angry usually end up blind. Do you want to become blind, child?" As she spoke you could notice how the space between her tightly grasped fingers started to glow more and more, a bright sharp light shine through them. It wasn't that Deborah lost focus and let her emotions take over, it was all a demonstrations of her power.



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As he made his way towards his house he heard the sound of someone else throwing up and it did make his own stomach make backflips, he felt how everything he had drunk under the evening was coming up again. It was an unpleasant feeling but somehow he was able to keep it down and just continue his wobble.

It didn't take long before he reached his own doorstep, with a weak hand he pounded on it to capture his wife's attention and like always he did. After a few seconds she opened it for him and helped him inside. Eden's own house was not nearly as fancy as the family house where most of his siblings that wasn't married yet still lived but he liked it anyway since it was his own. But of course he lived close to the mansion, his father and deceased mother wanted to keep their family members close to them.

Once inside his wife helped hem upstairs to where their chamber lied, once there she helped him get out of the clothes and wobble to the bed. Once his head hit the cushion he fell asleep immediately. She however continued to stay up for a while to just clean up after him, but soon she lied beside him as well.

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”Apologize to you gods? Kid, I am not apologizing to anyone. Not you or your gods. And clearly there is nothing you can do to force me to do it either. I advise that you stop with your foolishness because people that makes me angry usually end up blind. Do you want to become blind, child?" Meka figured it would not be easy to get this woman to give sort of apology for insulting the gods, that much she had figured out from the short time she had spoken with her that she would not bend to Meka’s will. She had watched this woman’s expression distort in disgust when Mekaisto had snapped at the voice. Every once in awhile she let people go when they insulted her, but something about this woman was getting under her skin. People always gave her nasty looks, people always wrinkled their nose at her, so why should this woman be any different from anyone else?

She watched the woman’s eyes flicker up to Crow, her soul animal circling the sky above them, keeping an eye out for others and allies of the tall woman, and she listened to the woman’s threats. Violent threats were always fun, but she did not retract her previous statement. Blindness was nothing to be afraid of, Meka had met many people in her travels who had lost senses and they had been no different from anyone else. The small girl crossed her arms over her chest and planted herself firmly. “Your intimidations will not scare me away.” She stated boldly, and even as her eyes flickered down to the woman’s hands she did not back down.

”Get out, if you stay the possibility of death is impossibly high!” The voice quipped at her, yet she continued to oppose its will. She felt disgust bubble in her gut as she watched the woman’s hands glowing, the light escaping through the cracks of her balled fist. Meka had figured this woman was a member of the fire tribe, but she had met people of the fire tribe before and had never seen a power that produced light. Mekaisto clicked her tongue and flicked her eyes back up to the tall woman’s. The light coming from her fist was bright and strong, it looked warm and she knew the possibilities of such a unique power could be endless.

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

Meka kept her expression still and serious, aware that she was provoking the woman in front of her, but she was always one to say what she thought. The ability to create light was something special, incredibly so, she was surely favored by one of the gods at a point in time.

The small girl whistled softly for her raven and it swooped down to perch on the end of her staff. Its unkempt feathers sticking out haphazardly and awkwardly like a botched haircut. It looked from the tall woman to Mekaisto and then back at the tall woman. “It does not appear she has any allies in the area coming to aid her.” He squawked his head tilting as he watched the woman with the unusual power.

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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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When the woman brushed off her responses Meka wasn’t surprised. The way their argument had been going she had already figured that this woman would not take anything she said seriously. Meka was just the crazy girl looking to pick meaningless fights. The woman probably thought she was stupid, insignificant, anything she said was to be brushed off. Her patience was wearing thin and Meka wasn’t getting any closer to getting an apology out of this woman for the rude things she had said about her gods.

When the woman released her power Meka felt her heart stutter in surprise. The release of the light trapped her in her fist looked as though she held a small sun in her palm, and it caught her very off guard. This power may not have been bestowed by the gods but one of the gods actual powers, it was truly magnificent. She could tell by the empty quietness in her head it had startled the voice as well. She cleared her throat as she regained herself, listening to what the woman then spoke.

"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." The smaller girl felt her stance relax when the woman finished speaking. Her words echoed that of someone who saw that the world had abandoned them. Meka wasn’t sure how to speak to the woman to get her to actually listen to what she had to say. She took a breath and glanced at Crow before looking back at the woman.

“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.” Crow cooed in agreement, and she reached up to pat his head. Although Mekaisto had made it a point in her life to never let anyone control her she couldn’t help but relate to this woman. Feeling like the world was pitted against you was a miserable thing, and it made a person look at the world as if survival was the only point to life, just like how this woman seemed to feel. Meka sighed before continuing. “You should leave this city because the rest of the world is so much different.”

”Little one, your goal was to get an apology from this rude woman, stop having a conversation you are wasting time.” The voice was being characteristically difficult, the only position he had taken since she stepped into this city, and Meka rubbed at one of her temples. Dealing with the negativity of two separate entities was bringing on a rather strong headache.

“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.” Meka wouldn’t consider herself an optimist, but she did try to see the things around her in a positive light since she had spent so much time ignoring the negativity thrown at her. But with the gods acting in such a difficult way she wanted no more than to leave this city as soon as possible.

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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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"Leaving is easier said than done. As I said, powerful people found my powers impressive, impressive enough to hire me of all people, 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."

Meka was stunned to silence for a brief moment, surprised by what she had heard. She had heard that the Fire Tribe had its problems, she had seen that when she first approached the city, but the way this woman spoke about her decision did not seem right. In her own tribe Mekaisto could never recall a death sentence, more so a death sentence for wishing to leave and see the world. She watched as the woman’s eyes flicked away and followed them to the castle, probably where she worked and maybe even lived. To think that the Fire Tribe something that sounded like a dungeon was baffling, a basement full of changes sounded something more akin to an adventurous sexual escapade than a form of punishment. She jerked her head back and made a face of mixed disgust and horror at the thought of ‘adventurous sexual escapades.’

Meka cleared her throat, “Leaving is easy, you just have to stop making excuses.” Serious, all strange thoughts cast aside and forgotten. The woman in front of her looked surprised that she had given Meka any information about who she was and what went on within the walls of the Fire Tribe and Meka wondered how often this lady really got outside. However; Meka felt like she was wearing her down, and if she stuck around long enough she would definitely be able to get a sincere apology out of her. The tired sigh was only encouragement for Meka to stay that much longer.

"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." As the woman made to leave Meka darted around her and cut her off, splaying her arms open in an effort to block the woman’s path. The smaller girl refused to let this woman escape until she got what she wanted.

”Little One, just let this woman go while she is no longer threatening violence.” The voice whispered in her mind despite the fact that she was the only one that could hear it, she sometimes thought Crow could hear the gods too, but he always insisted that he couldn’t. Needless to say Meka continued to do what she had been since entering this city, ignoring the voice.

”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.” She glared at the taller woman. “I will not leave you until I hear it.”

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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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"Oh? You won't leave? Do you think I care about what you think?" Mekaisto opened her mouth to retort something rude and aggressive back at this woman but was cut short, and off guard, by being shoved by the woman. She felt her balance go off kilter as she fell hard on her rear and let out a surprised squawk that was echoed by Crow as it fell off its perch on her shoulder. The raven flapped its wings hard, barely able to save itself from a hard landing similar to Meka’s.

Meka felt her temper bubble up inside herself as the tall woman walked away, her back looking extremely vulnerable and attackable. Her eyes darted from side to side watching as now of the people that passed her by offered Meka any assistance, and pretended not to notice her. That was fine though, the young woman assumed that a lot of the people in this god forsaken city were just like that tall woman, but that didn’t mean she had to stand for it.

”Meka, I can see from the look in her eyes what you are thinking, and I do not think this is a good idea.” Meka paused for a moment, of the two voices that constantly imparted wisdom upon her the girl had always been more inclined to listen to what Crow suggested. It surprised her that her spirit animal was actually agreeing with the gods in her head about leaving the tall woman be because usually Crow’s advice opposed the will of the gods. She glanced at her rough-around-the-edges bird and then at the retreating back of the tall woman. She balled her hands up into fists in frustration and looked apologetically at her spirit raven.

”Meka, please-“ The small girl didn’t get to hear whatever it was Crow was going to say as she charged forward and rammed her shoulder, and all of her body weight, into the back of the woman. She hoped that by using all the force of her weight, and a running start, she would at least be able to push the woman down in a fashion similar to what she had done to Meka. The small girl decided that even if her strength wasn’t enough a surprise attack would aid her the rest of the way in knocking the woman down.

“I will not go down without a fight or an apology from you.” She demanded loudly, pointing an accusing finger straight at the nose of the taller woman she had been having a stand off with earlier. Her antler hat had been knocked nearly off her head when she had rammed herself into the woman, and without dropping her pointed finger used her other hand to straighten back onto the top of her head. She could feel several onlookers pause and give the two attention at the mention of a fight breaking out. Nothing drew a crowd better than violence.

”I literally cannot believe you right now Little One, the gods will not aid you in escaping the predicament you know find yourself in.” The voice sounded exasperated and tired, as if it had finally thrown in the towel. Meka huffed in annoyance. “I do not need your assistance to escape my predicament.” She shot back at her voice, mocking its own words as she said them.

Turning her attention back to the tall woman she squared her shoulders and glared determined, ready to completely lose if the woman decided she really wanted a physical fight. The odds of Meka getting pummeled to death seemed increasingly high as of the moment. She could feel the voice stir nervously in the back of her mind, trying to influence her mentally, but refused to waver.

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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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Meka was surprised that she was able to gain any leverage on the woman, that the strong looking lady in front of her actually stumbled as Meka rammed her body into the other. The wave of accomplishment that warmed her insides didn’t even last a moment as the woman caught herself and turned on her heels to face Meka. Her enraged features nearly made the small girl flinch and the voice stuttered to life at the sight.

“Run, Little One get out of here now.” The voice in her head wasn’t so much concerned now as angry, her disobedience to its desires had proven to land them in a dangerous situation. Well, more so landed herself in a dangerous situation, the gods in her head would not so much feel the pain that would come out of this fight. "You want a fight huh? Think you can take me on? Please. You make me want to laugh."

“Are you crazy? Of course I can’t take you on, I’ll lose in a heartbeat! But I don’t like you, and I refuse to back down.” She wasn’t sure if the woman was actually listening though, she mostly just looked really mad and ready to completely destroy the smaller woman. It made Meka freeze for a moment, fear solidified in her veins and made her limbs feel heavier than concrete, and then as the woman charged at her she felt a rush as her limbs became light again. Meka flinched back from the woman raising her arms to block the oncoming attack, unsure of what the God-given power the woman possessed would inflict upon her.

Crow screeched as the woman lunged at Meka and circled above them unable to do anything. The blinding light of the woman’s power shown brightly and Meka clenched her eyes closed as if it would lessen the damage taken on by the attack. When the woman’s punch hit her it caught Meka off guard, she had been expecting some sort of fire attack, not a physical one.

The attack sent Meka flying back, skidding against the ground like a well skipped stone across a lake. Her arms throbbed from taking the brunt of the attack and she thanked her gods that they hadn’t snapped from such a strong punch. Her staff had been knocked out of her hand as well, lying a few feet away, and she had various abrasions from hitting the rough ground that were already starting to bleed.

“Meka leave, now. I will abandon you if you do not.” The statement was the first to make Meka falter in her stubborn fight with the voice. She had never considered the idea that the voice would or could leave her, and she hadn’t been without it for as long as she could remember. Her heart thumped against her chest in rhythm with her throbbing arms and her made a quick motion to grab her staff before darting in the direction opposite the woman.

“I won’t forget you!” She yelled as Meka ran away, the idea of the voice abandoning her was much scarier than keeping her pride in tact.

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The sight of the annoying woman tumbling to the ground by the force was indeed a sight Deborah enjoyed more than usual. It was just something about the woman that made the whole situation more satisfying. But the moment her fist met the girl’s arms it sure was a bit disappointing, she had aimed for the girl’s nose. The plan was to destroy that annoyingly pretty face, sadly it wasn't happening in one punch. Because no, Deborah wasn't nearly finished by that point. Her plan had been to turn her opponent to a bloody mash but her prey suddenly lost all of her courage and ran.

Confused by the sudden escape she stood there and massaged her knuckles with brows still furrowed. The people that had been staring at the scene started to move again, continue with their daily lives since there wasn't anything more to say. The entertainment was over. Deborah could have chased the other woman but it simply wasn't worth the effort. So as the strange woman disappeared in the crowd with her strange raven following her highly above the human’s heads Deborah turned around and walked in the other direction. Back to where she came from.

As always the castle towered over the other buildings on it hill, from there you would really feel as if you looked down at the ordinary people. The closer she got to the building the more she dragged her feet’s after her. All the solitude had really gotten to her and even though she knew it was best to return she didn't feel like doing it at all. The more the castle grew as she got closer the more she dragged her feet’s after her, getting slower and slower in the movements. Her breath turned into something more like sighs, with every in breath she breathed out through her mouth in despair.

Once she passed the gates it was as if the castle walls closed around her, swallowed her whole into its deep abyss. Like she disappeared from the world. Yes, she was free to wander around where ever she wanted but she felt more like a prisoner by now. And as soon as she got into her room she could almost hear the key turning in the door. Locking her inside. But the door open when she turned the doorknob, she left it that way, wide open, as she sat down onto the bed and just stared at the opening while thinking back at what the girl had said. Leaving is easy, you just have to stop making excuses.

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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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There was something that had always been intrinsically comforting about the fact that a forest was always buzzing with life. The fact that everything was alive, and that even the inanimate and the dead played a vital role in existence and nothing was not essential. The idea that a forest contained everything that it should and all went where it should be created the greatest sense of belonging. Even as the small girl treaded along a well-worn path, she didn’t feel out of place, the hum of the forest floated along the breeze in bars and measures filled with the nostalgia of being played for millenniums.

The girl ran a hand softly across the moss-covered bark of a tree as she continued on her way. Deer trails were not the most reliable source of travel, but the experience of being away from human touch brought the brown haired girl closer to her gods than any ritual could possibly achieve. In the back of her mind a soft melody was being sung, it was quiet and whispered along with the forest around her. Her gods were pleased for the moment, their voices twinkles and rumbles that danced the edges of her conscious, itching for greater horizons and the leg room to stretch.

She hummed along to the faint melody, barely able to discern its tune from her surroundings. Even with her closeness to the gods, their arts and culture were still barely within reach of Meka. The tune was unmistakable though, something that the voice had been singing since it first made its presence known all those years ago. The voice had been unnaturally compliant since leaving Murtovaara, and Meka could understand why. Dark and mottled bruising still ran up and down both her forearms where the tall woman’s fist had connected. The bruises were dark and were barely yellowing around the outsides of them despite being days old. She had other bruises from skidding across the ground, though those weren’t nearly as severe as the ones on her arms. She had multiple gashes along her skin too, but she luckily had anti-infection remedies at the ready to stop them from turning into anything dangerous. The worst of her cuts appeared right above her eyebrow, it had gone unnoticed at the fight, but as the blood began to burn into her right eye she had to put it as her priority injury. The haphazard stitching done in the reflection of a puddle had not been her best work.

“If you weren’t so reckless and just let it go none of this would have even happened.” The voice suddenly snapped after days of unanswered and whispered lullabies in the back of her head. The short temper that had been lost since leaving the city suddenly gushed forward, with the force of a broken dam, that caught her so off-guard she lost her footing and nearly fell.

“Why do you scold me for defending you? I am more loyal to my gods than any we have met, I should think you’d be proud that I defended you.”
Meka huffed as she stepped over an outcropping tree root. She pressed her staff into the ground for support as she moved along the path. The voice didn’t respond to her, it fell back into the soft melodious song that had been ebbing her mind for the days she had travelled.

She distracted herself by looking towards the ground, searching the undergrowth for something useful to add to her collection. The path was mostly bare of anything helpful, a patch of lemon balm grew in a wide expanse between the gap of two trees and she bent to pluck the plants from the ground. She had used the rest of her dried lemon balm in a tea for a fevered old woman; she needed to replenish her stock. The brown haired girl rummaged her satchel and produced an empty glass vile. She carefully pressed the leaves into the container making sure not to crush them with practiced fingers.

“Mekaisto, I was circling the area and there is a collapsed man on the main road not far from here.” Meka looked up as her raven perched itself on a branch level with her height. Its dark eyes were cloudy with a blindness that came with aging animals, and his feathers looked sparser then usual. Although Crow would not die until she did, as the rules of her tribe’s bond with nature, time still took its toll on her bird. It did not complain, but time was wearing away at her soul animal, and he was trapped in life until her own time came.

“Lead the way Crow.” The raggedy raven squawked and took flight in the direction of the main road. Mekaisto picked up her pace, barely able to follow the small form of the bird through the tree line until she found herself out on the large main road that lead to Airendale. Further up she could see a figure lying on the ground, the man Crow had seen, and ran forward to assess his condition. The worst of his injuries appeared to be an arrow in his shoulder, Meka considered the man luckily that when he collapsed he hadn’t fallen the wrong way and pushed the arrow deeper.

“Little One, the forest is not whispering.” Meka knew that the voice was right, that there was something else out there, but saving the injured man would have to come first. She pulled a well kept surgical knife from a pouch in the satchel, running it along the fabric around the arrow. It wasn’t deep in his shoulder, it could be pulled out and cleaned without risking serious damage to the man laying in front of her. The girl adjusted herself so she was sitting cross-legged and peered her eyes at the arrow.

“I know, I noticed the moment the forest went quiet.” She reached back for the knife, hoping the man would not wake for this moment as she pulled a jar of alcohol from the flask strapped to her hip. She poured it around the shaft of the arrow and knife before pressing it against his skin. Making the wound larger was essential to the proper removal of an arrow. She squinted her eyes, concentrating on the careful incision as she gently wobbled the arrow, testing the looseness of the arrowhead. Arrows never came out of a body easily, and she was forced to hold the wound open with two fingers and she slowly pulled it from his shoulder, feeling the tension as flesh snagged at the arrow’s barbed edges.

The stitching went smoothly though, her fingers steady and moved quickly with practice from spending years sewing wounds closed.

Mekaisto felt herself let out the breath she had been holding as she cut off the last stitch from the spool and leaned back until she was laying with her back against the road. Her antlers pushed forward so the entirety of her wolf pelt covered her face and she flexed her sore fingers. She was trying to think of something to cover the wound with, something to prevent infection, and was reluctant to use her comfrey salve since its healing properties ran the risk of sealing an infection in the wound. She sighed, bringing her hands to rub her eyes over the wolf pelt.

“Comfrey is no good… What do I use? Barberry… no. Goldenseal…” Meka sat back up so quickly her vision blanked for a moment and the world spun. Her antlers slid on her head and landed beside her as she dug into her bag and pulled out a dark colored container. She barely had any of her goldenseal oil left, but it would have to make do.

She carefully dressed the wound, “You know Crow, this guy was looking pretty bad, but I think he’s going to be ok.”

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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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Bellistrad Indorial

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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Bellistrad Indorial

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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Meka was startled backwards when the collapsed man suddenly jolted awake. She had been crouching over the wound on his stomach, deciding if it actually needed stitching or not when he came back to consciousness. She had fallen onto her rear end with a soft thud, stuck in a tense wide-eyed shock as she processed that her patient had awoken before she had finished treating his wounds. He seemed panicked and disoriented, as if he had just been woken out of a violently vivid nightmare. The man resembled a cornered animal, something Mekaisto had experienced with patients all the time. She let out a soft sigh as he fired questions off at her and instead of answering she pressed a cool hand to his forehead, his skin was burning up and she didn’t know if it was from a rush of blood into his face from panic or if he was fevered from his injuries.

“Shhhh, you’re injured and I just finished stitching shoulder. Too much movement and you’ll pop the stitches out.”
Meka applied pressure to the man’s forehead in an effort to get him to lay back down, pushing his head back towards the ground. The last thing this man needed was to injure himself further, she had never had a patient die on her and although this man not in critical condition it wasn’t part of her plans to let that happen now.

“My name is Mekaisto, and I have been travelling for quite a long time. We are just outside of Airedale and by the looks of it you were mugged. I had just started patching up your injuries when you woke up and judging by your condition now you couldn’t have been out for more than eight hours.” She ran her eyes across the man, he didn’t show any signs of dehydration, but the skin on his face was just beginning in pink from being exposed to the sun for a long period of time.

“Little One, something is disrupting the balance. Everything is silent, we must get away.” The voice seemed uneasy. She could feel its restlessness and it took the small woman a considerable amount of concentration to control the flighty and rapid skipping of her heart rate. She tried to distract herself with the bruising that littered his legs, tracing her fingers gently across the discolored skin as she judged the extent of the damage.

“You know I will not leave a patient until I have finished treating them. I will leave once I am done.” Her lips pressed into a frown as she moved her attention up to the wound on his abdomen. It was just a graze, nothing that went too deep and not nearly severe enough to have damaged any internal organs. The cut would be a quick fix, it didn’t look like she would have to stitch it at all, but she had used all of her fresh parsley on her own bruising. “Crow can you find me some parsley? I’m all out.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Her raven cooed to her, stretching his bony wings before taking off from the perch on her shoulder and into the unnervingly quiet forest. She turned her attention back to the man in front of her, really looking at him for the first time. He was dressed like a solider, from what he could only tell was the water tribe. He seemed out of place so close to the Air Tribe, but Mekaisto was sure that she wouldn’t want to get involved with whatever it was he was doing. She gripped the vile of goldenseal oil and yanked the fabric of his shirt up without so much as asking as she applied the substance to the cut with delicate movements.

“You know, you’re lucky I came around. You would have either bled to death or died of some sort of infection if it had been any longer…” She looked up to meet his eyes, the small smile on her lips reached her eyes as she continued. “You’re welcome.

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Bellistrad Indorial

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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Na'ari felt the cold hand press against his forehead as he was pushed back down to a laying down position. He listened to her introduce herself as she calmly explained everything. There was also what seemed to be a very old Raven next to her that she talked to. "Shapeshifter, huh??" he thought as he watched her examine his wound on his torso and then his bruised legs.

"Fel, not gonna walk comfortably anytime soon.." He mumbled as he looked at her when she began to explain she was helping him. He looked at her in a silent thank you which she seemed to acknowledge with a smile. It was then he realized the forest was quiet. Shadowfen, his vision!! "The Air tribe! Must try to warn-Ah!!" He shouted out loud. His bruised legs were racked with pain as he tried to get up, or move them.

"Well that's not gonna work.... Curse any God who instilled this pain on me and a thousand apologies to any and all of them." He rambled to himself out loud, not paying attention to his healer and rescuer. He looked at her and realized his blinder. "Sorry.... I didn't mean to offend... My name is Na'ari Aurelis Rig-.....Ex-right hand of the Water Lord."

He knew all too well that Zianro may have replaced him. Who is probably his most wild guess.

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"Fel, not gonna walk comfortably anytime soon.." Meka hummed in agreement and she moved back down to the man’s discolored legs. The bruising was still fresh, but it was already settling into the nasty discoloration that her arms were in after taking the punch from the tall woman. The bruising definitely reached all the way to his bone. Once Crow returned with the parsley she could start treatment on that though, but there was nothing to she could do for his immediate pain.

“Most of my pain relief treatments need to be ingested as a tea…”
She said, working through her knowledge of herbs aloud. There were many topical options for pain relief, but that was more along the lines of cramping and arthritis. Since she was going to be using parsley to ebb the gross discoloring and reduce the swelling Meka wouldn’t be able to apply another topical treatment. Judging by the state of his legs Na’ari was not wrong when he said he was going to have trouble walking, but if she could get the both of them to Airedale then she looked at least gain access to fire and a stove to make him a brew of pain relieving tea. It was just the effort of getting him there what would be the problem.

"The Air tribe! Must try to warn-Ah!!" Mekaisto was startled by the man’s sudden outburst and she moved to support and lower him back to the ground as he tried to stand. “Do not push yourself. Once my raven returns I’ll help you to Airedale and get you something to relieve the pain of your wounds.”

“Oh I’ll show you what a real curse is.” The voice spat animatedly as Na’ari cursed the gods. Meka’s whole body felt heavy as the voice continued on about conjuring misfortune of godly proportions upon her patient. The voice in the back of Meka’s head in the last few months had become extremely disagreeable and defensive against the people she had encountered and it seemed this man was no exception. When she was alone it was quiet, when she encountered others it nitpicked their personalities and appearances. She didn’t understand the sudden angry outlook and pessimism it had taken on Imos, it was a drastic change from the supportive figure the voice had been for her growing up. It even annoyed the young woman that the voice had taken on this air of pessimism.

“Don’t you dare curse my patient. Your apology is well received by the gods.” She spoke that latter statement with a worn-out smile. Always challenging the voice had become almost tiring, and Meka feared that she was creating a rift between her and her gods by constantly opposing the voice’s opinion. However; once she spoke against the voice the stirring inside her mind settled.

Crow returned just as Na’ari was introducing himself. She found it interesting that he and the tall woman both seemed to have in depth knowledge of their respective governments despite both facing turmoil. She removed herself from her thoughts of this man’s personal issues and reached for the herbs pinched between her raven’s beak. The parsley needed to be crushed, so instead of dwelling in her thoughts the young woman went to crushing the parsley.

“Usually, I don’t bandage crushed parsley onto bruises, but since we have to leave we’ll have to make do.” She moved to his legs and pressed on the crushed herbs carefully, wrapping his legs with practiced efficiency.

“You can use my staff and my shoulders for support until we make it to Airedale.” She said before offering him a hand.

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Zianro was drafting a formal announcement to speak of the attack by Bellistrad, and making what he said about Na'ari official. That Na'ari was stripped of being his right hand and that he'd announce his replacement. He pondered who as he wrote. He then thought of one person. He knew Na'ari kept a tab on him for him as a final favor, but he decided he was the best candidate, and it would get him far closer to Eirene. He'd appoint Eden DeSoleh as his new Right hand. And then he would make his permission The Air tribe to keep Na'ari prisoner official.

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Na'ari meanwhile was given a scolding for his getting up so fast without treatment. But to Na'ari he at least knew one thing, bruised as they were, his legs were fortunately not broken. After a while the Raven returned with parsley and she treated his bruising with it. It took the pain away partially. He then took Mekaisto's hand.

"I won't forget your kindness for helping me. I got waylaid unexpectedly, and well, you saw the result of it." He said as he got up carefully. He felt pathetic, he couldn't use his footwork to use draconil, which he sheathed in its scabbard and let the shapeshifter guide him to the city of Airedale. He hoped he'd appeal to asylum from Zianro's further wrath against him by appealing to the leaders about a possible oncoming danger. He had heard many things about Cailu and his Cousin Ara. He hoped they'd listen to a poor beaten Water Exile, which he was most likely bound to be by now. All for doing what he was told.

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"I won't forget your kindness for helping me. I got waylaid unexpectedly, and well, you saw the result of it." Meka hummed in response as they began a slow advancement towards the city of Airedale. Many of her own injuries had been caused by her stubbornness, like not backing down when that woman had insulted her. The small girl thanked her gods that she had never been mugged during her travels like this poor man. Though she supposed that travelling off the main roads helped with her avoiding any confrontation of the kind.

They walked in silence for most of the way. Meka concentrating on trying to match a pace that Na’ari set for them so she didn’t push him too hard. As they moved she focused on the severity of his limp as he stepped, trying to judge how much of the bruising actually reached the bone and the potential for hairline fractures. Granted, having him walking wasn’t the smartest choice, but she had seen how frantic he had been to get to Airedale. Trying to stop him would have resulted in him attempting to get there by himself, and he would probably end up more hurt than when he started. Plus, the silence of the forest was unnerving, she didn’t want to even step on foot into the surrounding nature for the first time in a long time.

“This land has taken a significant casualty.” The voice was small in the back of her mind, but its words were laced with an unmistakable anger. The Gods were deeply ingrained in the balance of Imos, and disruptions in that balance were not left alone. No doubt whoever had silenced that forest would face the fury of the gods eventually. She shifted her weight a little so his arm slung further over her shoulders, judging from the way he was limping and the new amount of weight she was supporting it would have gotten easier for him to walk.

As the city came into view Meka spoke up for the first time. “Once we get to the city I know an innkeeper that will lend us a room for free. I’ll let you go once I properly take care of some of your wounds.”
She whistled softly and Crow opened his wings taking off ahead of them in the direction she remembered the inn being located. Her raven was very distinct looking and she was sure that by the time they arrived a room and a hot kettle of water would be ready for them.

They walked slowly to inn, the attention she normally drew from her loud appearance was even larger with an injured man limping beside her. “I saved the owner of the inn we are going to the last time I was in Airedale. Amputees don’t usually survive because of the infection that set in, but I’m very good at what I do so the owner said to come by if I ever needed anything.”

As they got to the inn the owner was standing outside with Crow on his shoulder. The round man had a large smile and waved them over with one good arm. He welcomed them graciously and ushered them into a free room without any hesitation. He hovered around Mekaisto as she rummaged through her satchel for her tea leaves to make Na’ari something to ebb his pain.

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Na'ari walked slowly. It wasn't because he wanted to, it was as much as his legs were currently allowing him to do as possible. He was grateful that Mekaisto didn't let him fall or anything like that. He was surprisingly not nervous around her, maybe it was because he was hurt and she helped him back on his feet, at least temporarily until she got him to the city

They reached the city and Na'ari could tell it was different. He probably looked just as strange to them as they were to him, with their silvery hair and other things about them. But he was naturally drawn to those things, they had a certain beauty, and charm to them. But no doubt if Zianro branded him an exile and probable traitor, the air tribe would arrest him on the spot as they never want trouble from anyone.

They reached an inn and he was taken to a room immediately, he went onto the bed with a plop. He could only lie there and watch her make something as thoughts swirled in his head. He sighed as he knew he might never see Lakeshore again. However, to be honest with himself, he had no real attachment there other then his Loyalty to Zianro which was broken by Zianro. Na'ari was a man caught in whatever the water lord sunk himself into and is feeling the brunt of it.

Now that he thought about it further, the fact he was beaten up so conveniently near Airedale was strange to him too. Unless those mercenaries knew he was coming there. "Zianro must've wanted me worked over so that the air tribe can detain me more easily...is he that selfish now?? Will the Air Tribe leaders order me imprisoned when they find out?" his thoughts continued to swirl in the pits of his mind. He finally decided to ask and figure out all those answers later.

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The cousins had hurried back to their own village, startled and upset by what they had experienced. And they were clearly more confused afterwards than they were before they had joined the stranger on his quest in Lakeshore. They couldn't understand what had just happened, everything had moved so fast. Once they were safe in their own village, hiding in their mansion they had tried to figure it out together. Discussed it with their advisors. But nothing. The only thing they had figured out was the fact that the late fire lord indeed had been kidnapped by the Water tribe but why was not something they could understand. And Ara didn't want to understand. In her opinion they had already meddled too much in other's businesses.

"What should we do with this man he has exiled to our county? He asked us to put him in jail," It was Cailu that brought up the question. They were enjoying their supper after a long day of discussions and arguing, everyone was worked up by this mess. Almost everyone agreed with Ara on the subject, that they should hadn't meddled in the subject. It only seemed to bring them more trouble.

"He didn't ask us to put him in jail, he said that we could do that as some sort of compensation for all the trouble your friend brought us. So we're not going to put him in jail before we get a legit reason to do that, if the Water lord sends an messenger and letting us know what this right hand of his has done wrong and I believe it's something he should be put in jail for we will do it. We don't have cell's enough to waste them on innocent men some other tribe don't want to be associated with anymore."

Her answer was true, Airdale didn't have a proper jail like Murtovaara and Lakeshore. Their village was a lot smaller as well, their way of dealing with criminals was simply to banish them from their land. They had too much to deal with when it came to their own population that was on the verge of dying out. And Cailu only nodded at the sharp answer, because he knew that as well. He knew that they should be focusing on their own people instead, trying to survive the winter that soon would cover the land.

"But should we just ignore him? We have no idea why his leader asked us to put him in jail, perhaps we should ask?"

Ara looked over at Cailu with disbelief at first, she couldn't understand how he could focus on something so nonexistent when they had much bigger troubles ahead of them. But in the end she just nodded towards him, "Fine. But this will be your responsibility. You find him and bring him here so I can question him, while you do that I will handle everything else. Like always. You can start your search tomorrow, it won't be that hard for you I think."

Cailu didn't say anymore after that, he just nodded quietly. He agreed with his cousin, finding the water exile would probably not be that hard, he just had to look after a man with some sort of blue eyes among those that didn't look like a fellow tribe member.

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The next morning Cailu started his search, it was more difficult than he had imagined it to be. He didn't have anything to go on more than the eye color and the knowledge that it should be someone who didn't carry the snow white hair like his fellow tribe members. But he didn't know what hair color it should be. He didn't even know what the man's name was! He didn't know anything at all.

So the search went on for hours, at least it felt like it. He just walked around the land and asked every stranger he saw who they could be, but most of them ended up only being mercenaries that were passing through. Which wasn't that strange since it was what Airedale mostly survived on, those that traveled from city to city, they were lucky being in the middle of the land for that. Unlucky when it came to the war since it sometimes was taking place right outside their little village.

But after many attempts to find the man Cailu finally got a hint, someone had seen an injured man arrive the day before in the company of a woman. She had been supporting him according to the tale. It wasn't much to work on but still a little, it could just be another traveler that had gotten unlucky on his way but after all the failed attempts Cailu was ready to grasp every little opportunity. Because he couldn't fail on a mission like this, that would be humiliating.

So he followed the woman’s direction, the way she had pointed out that she had seen the two walk. As he made his way through the village he stopped occasionally to ask after directions, or ask if someone had seen the two yesterday and as he got new directions he followed them. In the end he found himself in front of one of the inns Airedale provided, he wasn't that surprised. If they didn't stay at an inn, where would they stay?

Once inside he just spoke shortly to the owner, asking the man about who was staying there. Asking for the couple and even if the man had hesitated when it came to answer the question he did since the request came from their leader herself. And not the fake one but the one that was appreciated by the tribe. and even if the man didn't know who the man that had accompanied the lady was it still was some sort of an hint, or just another one to cross from the list of suspects.

In front of the door he had been told would contain the two he lightly knocked to get their attention before calling out, "I'm Cailu Elre, a representative of the tribe leader, we're searching for a man from the water tribe. Could you please open the door so I can talk to you two?"

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Na'ari heard the knocking of the door, he was drinking his tea and he nearly fell over in shock, forcing himself to swallow the rest of the concoction to help alleviate his legs. "Cailu here?! Either he's wanting to chain me up or he wants to know why I am here... I can't endanger Mekaisto." he slowly got up, the pain in his legs subsided from the tea, but it was not all gone. He slowly walked till he reached the door and opened it.

"You wanted me, you have me Cailu. I ask you leave the woman alone, she is a solitary medicine woman who found me on the road after I was waylaid." He said sternly, and with a purpose, as if he was still Zianro's right hand. But he knew he wasn't anymore, after the duel he had with him that seemed so long ago, the words still ringing in his mind. He didn't have to brand him an exile, to make him one. Na'ari had no friends, save for Zianro, the moment he lost it was enough for the tall Water exile. "Take me in if you wish, my life matters not."

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The first thing Cailu noticed was the blue eyes, it wasn't a guarantee but it was a good sign. And it was a man, a tall one. Cailu had never seen this right hand guy before but at least he could hope that this was the one. The only things he had to go on was correct at least, but he could as well be from some other place and still have blue eyes. That was something Cailu was aware of. But it was the right man, the man admitted it. And more than just that.

"Take me in if you wish, my life matters not."

Cailu's brows furrowed, he got confused at first since he hadn't even mentioned anything about such a topic. He had just pointed out that Ara wanted to meet and speak with the man. But apparently he thought that they wanted to take him to jail, why did everyone think that this little village even had a jail? They didn't. And if that was what was going to happen clearly someone else but Cailu would be the one that went to fetch the man, he had more important things to do. No, he didn't. He just stood beside Ara and watched over her.

"So you are the water lord's right hand man? Or was I mean... Uhm... I'm not here to take you to jail... It's true that Zianro Azura wants us to do that but our leader just wants to meet and speak with you... She wants to know why she was asked to do such a thing...." It seemed he had gotten better on this talking thing, even if he still thought it was rather tough. Or he didn't like it, he actually preferred to just stand on the side and listen to the other's while they handled the conversation.

"So... Would you be so kind and just follow me and meet with our leader?"

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Zianro had just overseen part of the repairs on his entryway when he saw Zotar walk towards him. He threw off any weapons he had and knelt down. "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?" Zianro eyed the fire tribesman carefully, wondering his intentions.

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Na'ari sighed. "I would follow you if I could but my legs are bruised from being waylaid. So you'll have to lend me your shoulder or else tell your leader to come to me, but I'll give you my arm regardless since I have a feeling it's the former." The former right hand stated as he put his hand on the man's shoulder shoulder and walked gingerly outside the room. His legs still smarted from the bruises given to him but he hoped it was going to subside eventually.

But what did the leader of the air tribe want with him? Didn't they know of his exile? Well, in his mind it was obviously a small chunk of that info. He still couldn't make up his mind if he was really going to stay in air lands, away from people or just continue wandering all of Imos when his legs got better. He had a feeling this meeting would answer that decision really fast.

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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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Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Ara Cilivren Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis Character Portrait: Mekaisto Orieska
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Zianro listened to what Zotar has to say. The way he went to his knees finally made him smile. He slowly clapped his hands joyfully. "Well done, well done! You've finally unclouded your eyes from the hate of your forefathers. As for Airedale, I shall get my soldiers moving within the hour to match your brother's might. Soon, we will see the dreams we wanted to see a reality." Zianro walked to Zotar as he spoke, "So rise Zotar, true Leader of the Fire tribe, and together, we will make Zaheed pay and we shall make him see his own blood." Clearly he was unaware of Zaheed's recent events.

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Na'ari's mouth nearly dropped at the sight Of Ara's beauty, he knew he had to answer as soon as possible, for time is short. He let go of Cailu's shoulder and made his best effort to stand on his own and show he was a warrior, not a wounded man. "I am Na'ari Aurelis, former right hand of the Water Lord. I was a victim of a conspiracy involving your unsettling rumors. Zianro thought I was a threat to whatever he was planning and removed me from the equation by exiling me. I wish nothing more then to live in relative peace, whether it be here or anywhere else on Imos". Na'ari tried to read her face, trying to figure out if she was concerned about him, or something else. "But it seems there is something else on your mind other then dealing with a wounded man such as myself, can I be of service in some way?"