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Asher screamed again as another soldier stabbed him in the back, turning around he sliced off the man's head. Suddenly above them the tinkling of icicles as they clinked together could be heard above the shouts of men and wolves. All fighting seemed to slow, looking up Asher watched in fear his mind fighting to clear away the haze over his thoughts. Pictures of Elanor flew through his mind, all he could think about was saving her, regrets, doubts, love, and underneath that overwhelming rage that he couldn't find be there to take care of her when she needed him most.

He stumbled, where was he? The girl? The key? Oh god, he couldn't think it hurt, it hurt, Elanor, i'm sorry. Oh it hurts! He was losing his hold, the haze it was darkening his vision, Ramza then all there was was shadows.

Asher fell to his knees, beneath the blows, it seemed that he would finally fall. Then the key came to life, it blazed with a harsh light that threw the icy cave into contrast. "This is not the one who will open the door. Ruled by the futile love for his child, he is old and weak. He cannot rule the keys, none can rule." The voice was the one who had screamed with Asher before now it was only the one voice it seemed screaming at them through Asher. He ripped out the arrow and placed the key around his neck. Around the group there was the sound of glass shattering in an explosion could be heard. The barrier had been literally incinerated. The posessed Asher laughed again and floated up into the air, with a sweep of his arm he brought in a torrent of wind and snow hurling through the caverns sweeping men from all sides off their feet.

The winds were just too much for the icicles and they dropped to the floor shattering on the ice. He laughed as men scrambled out of the way. "All shall perish." He threw in more winds blocking the escape. "All shall perish!" he cried out in joy.

The roof began to crack and more icicles began falling some of them gigantic. They pierced the ice and left gaping holes where the careless could fall in. Suddenly above Asher there was a great sound he looked up just in time to see the great stalagtite fall on top of him. It hit him just below the chest and before he knew it he was thrown to the ground and the huge icicle was sticking straight out of his chest. At the same time everything became dead quiet.

While the icicles fell to the ground, many of the men tried to escape. Some succeeded, while others fell to Asher's madness. Only when the choas ended and Ramza teleported to Nacirem, did the remaining Harbringers return to the lake. They approached bodies with caution, unsure if they were, 1, alive, and 2, dangerous, whether they were alive or not.


((Ag. Sorry for the abruptness of it all. I'm being kicked off and i don't have time to save it.))

The men, after a moments hesitation, picked Asher up and, after gathering their own along with the few survivors, brought them into the caves. Passing under a particularly large stone, they found themselves inside the headquarters of the Harbingers of Destiny. They took Ashe to their equivalent of a hospital, where several healers began to work on getting the icicle out of his chest without killing his virtual body.

In the mean time, Lady Ishara was being informed on what had happened.

The healers had succesfully extracted the icicle from Asher's chest without damaging any other ograns. They had closed the wound but hadn't healed it completyly. It was something of a policy of theirs when it came to strangers.

Ishara visited as often as she could, which wasn't often as she was busy keeping the Harbringers from seeking blood. Many were upset by what they called an invasion, and she was burdened with trying to find out why the group-which they all believed were under the orders of the Elite-had come to they mountains, and what happened to the girl. So far, they knew that two people had used a scroll to teleport to Nacirem, but they didn't know who they were.

To the right of Asher was a chair and nightstand, both of which seemed to be relatively comfortable. Farther along the wall, which was a strange mixture of wood panels and stone, was the window that let in a light that shone only because of magic. At the foot of Asher's bed was a rug, neither thin nor thick. Directly infront of him was a fire place with a fire burning brightly from it. To his left, was the only door in and out of the room. Along the walls were several paintings; some brightly colored, others rather muted. The over-all tone of the room was actually pleasent, though simple. The air was warm, but held a strange crispness to it.

At length, Ishara came and opened the door to the room, finding the man awake. "Hello." she adressed him, fully entering the room as she did so.

Ishara tilted her head slightly to the right and stared at him, as if she didn't understand the question. Finally, she replied with a question of her own. "Why do you think I'm here?" She walked over and stood at the foot of his bed, her arms hanging at her sides.

"I'm not, but that would have been a good idea." Ashira said with a smile. "Have you slept well?" She was burning to ask him several, more blunt, questions such as why he had come with the group to Avernon, and why he attacked everyone, but she resisted.