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Aura tilted her head to Bastet in questioning fashion, then followed over to her friend, sinking down into a chair opposite of her. "It's okay Bastet. Now, I just want to know one question. Why are both of them healing...shouldn't only our Saradin be allowed to do so...or is it that they can't be told apart?"

Eclipse followed them both and took a seat beside the chair that Bastet was in. He rested his head on the arm of the chair, offering his presence as comfort to her. Aurahkah's question was indeed a good one.

Deep with in a Healing Sleep, Circidreamt of the horrible truth that might befall her beloved brother. She dreamt that he was gone, off the face of the earth, never to be seen again. All through her sleep, sounds of her moans, tears, and pains filled her room. With the main door completely shut this time, no noise from the outside could enter in to her dark tomb.

Another dream, but this one was much, much different.
Deep within the Ugami Forests that streatched a mile outside her village, she walked with her love. He was handsome; broad shoulders, long ebony hair, and golden eyes like melted gold.His voice was deep, and resonated with in her chest every time he spoke. She loved him with all her heart and soul, never before had she loved anyone, not even her own brothers.
It was their second year together, and they walked to the place that they had met. The largest oak tree in the forest, where she had gotten her foot caught in a bear trap. He had healed her, and carried her home. Now they walked back to that beautiful tree. When they arrived, there was something different in his eyes, love? Passion? Something strange. So filled with her love for him, Circi ignored this new look.
"Isn't it a wounderful sight?" She sighed.
"Yes, yes it is, but I have to ask you something..." Filled with hopes, she was sure he was going to ask her to be his wife, but there was that difference in his voice as well as his eyes.
"What?" She replied. Suddenly, somthing dropped. A shield of some kind, dropped around him. And illusion. He dropped his illusion. His golden eyes were red, and angry. His perfect skin was old, and grey. HIs hands looked tired, and behind the eyes were the old gold ones, scared and exhausted.

"Tiltur? Whats going on? Whats happening?" A Voice, much like an echo came out from his mouth.
"How coudld you trust him? How could you trust him for so long. Two years you little hag! Two Years he has been mine! I should've never let him go! He went for you! After he had me! Well He couldn't have you! He couldn't, he can't, I won't let him!!!"
"Who are you!?" She said with tears streaming out of her eyes.
"That is nothing. I am Tiltur, you murderer!" Behind his back he with drew a knife, and came towards her. His red eyes flashing, his gold ones pleading. Circi didn't know what to do? Then out of instinct, she released her illusions, and created decoys for Tiltur to follow. She ran out of the forest, grabbed her family, and told them they needed to move. She didn't tell them why, but just said they needed to move. They didn't. Later that day, a couple of hunters brought back the dead body of Tiltur to Circi, thinking she would mourn.
"Men are hateful creatures! They never should be trusted." She slamed the dorr in their face, not with anger but with fright of the ghostly figure that laid in their arms.

Once again, Circi awoke in sweat and tears. The thought of Tiltur frightened her. But the muffled sounds she heard outside her room, frightened her even more. She quickly got up, she had never bothered to change, she opened her door and followed the sounds of people. She came to a door, where the smell of blood was overwhelming.

"What happened..." She stared at Saradin in disbelief.
How long was I asleep... centuries?


Edit:{{Since no one's up I guess I'll go to bed. Night.}}

She simply stared for a moment at Bastet, going over what she had said. "Saradin must see what we can't. I take it as a good sign though that our Saradin shows trust in his double."

Eclipse nuzzled Bastet's hand then perked his ears as they registered the voice of Circi. Turning quickly he bounded over to the where she stood near the infirmary door and skidded to a stop in front of the doorway, creating a barrier of himself and the two Saradins within. "Don't go in there..." His voice was slightly edged in a soft growl.

"To trust you to not kill yourself, when your true self is not doing the killing." She shook her head, unsure if that made any sense at all to anyone but her. "But you're right. For once I think we should go into this turn of events with eyes shut, and simple trust Saradin as he trusts himself."

Eclipse took a seat in front of the doorway to the infirmary, wings slightly flared. He gave a snort and side glanced Bastet. "Won't happen again..."

Aura leaned back in her chair, drawing her knees up so that she was actual curled up in the comfy piece of furniture. She couldn't say she wasn't worried, and she couldn't' say that she wasn't a tad bit frightened of the shadow copy of Saradin. The experience she had had with such copies made it easy enough to understand. Resting her arms on her knees, crossed, she titled her head back to stare up at the ceiling, losing heself to her thoughts.

Outside, in the cold night rain, he ran. He ran so swift it was a wonder whether he ran or flew. He violet eyes darting behind him to two bulky figures far behind. He could hear their hard breathing, and knew that they were getting tired. He sped up. Around the bend he came to an old mansion. He could see a pheonix on the door.
That would be a great place to hide
his blue gray hair was sticking to his face as he stood still, but once again the huffs and puffs of the far men were getting louder. He ran again, darting up the steps and crouched down low to skid on the entrance before the door. He was low, so very low, and the men who had been following him stopped to stare at the Mansion. The door was no swing closed, there seemed to be no movement on or in the mansion, so they continued down the path. Huffing and puffing like two large elephants.
Aodh stood up, and brushed himself off. He fixed his hair to where it wouldn't drip down his face. Suddenly, inside he heard footsteps walking on hard marble floor. Slowly he opened the pheonix doors, and saw what was the one of the most ancient places he had ever seen. He walked down one of the halls, the one with the most sound in it, and saw a young girl standing outside a door. She was pale, and looked sick.
What in hell is going on here? He decided to stop and watch for a moment, trying hard not to intrude.

Elias could not help but smile, it had been a long time since he had seen his old friend from the forest. "It has been a long time, dog of the forest." Elias said as he walked closer to the wolf god. "So you want a rematch dog boy?" Elias said with a sly smile on his face. "You are that you don't want to wait another ten years?" Elias laughed as he look directly into Fenrir's feral yellow eyes. But he knew that Fenrir wasn't going to back down. Elias's smile spread wider across his face, this was going to be a great fight. "I will fight, old dog." Elias smiled as he now stood mere inches from the ancient wolf god. "But not here, this place is now my home, and I will die, before I intentionally hurt it." Elias said as he stood perfectly still, waiting for the wolf's response.

It had easily been several days since they lost conciousness. And the migrane that penetrated his head let him know that he'd stay down if he really could, but the suspense was killing him. The false Saradin crawled up to a sitting position and let one leg fall over the bed onto the floor while he propped up the other and hugged his knee. "Christmas day. Didnt see this one coming. At least it softens the blow..." Still unable to keep focus on anything, he scanned for familiarity. Saradin on the bed next to him, Soulforge on the table, the infirmary itself of course. The picture was beginning to clear up.