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Enoch once more let out a heavy sigh, "It seems that the truth has been forced to the light, My master Elias although held the powers of the most powerful of all the winged snakes, he could not control a large portion of the powers that the book had endowed him with. One in particualr was the abililty to speak to the dead, becuase QuetzalCoathl has the power to bring back the dead he also has the ability to speak to them and bring them out of the underworld. Elias had to meditate everday in order to stem the millions upon million of voices that screamed for life. Elias had not yet learned to turn off his power over the voices of the dead. On the day that he had the fight with Alex his godfather who was killed at the hands of his father after Master Elias's father found that he had betrayed them to the American government, this man, the very same man who you saw posted on the wall of the manor made a deal with a very powerful demon down there, he mortal would kepp Elias's mind offguard long enough for Atreyu to enter and take over the body, the attack was successful and now Master Elias's resides in the deepest bowels of hell, and the demon Atreyu has a new body. Now the only way to kill Atreyu is to kill the body in which he resides. You are a far greater warrior than I and I ask you to take my Master's life. I know that he would be honored if it was your blades that banished him and Atreyu back to hell. The only problem is briging back Elias's soul long enough to kill Atreyu." he said exhausted after having revealed so much. And knowing that ultimately his master would not survive and that eternal damnation was Elias only fate.

Eclipse listened to the transformed winged snake, and then resided in silence fore a moment, truly taking on the look of Saradin himself when that man thought. He then nodded his head and turned his azure eyes back to Enoch. "Honored...if my claws and teeth sent him and Atreyu back to hell. How is there honor in that? Since when does Elias deserve eternal damnation. Now you seem to think that I myself am a great warrior with years of experience...but you think incorrectly. In the thirty five hundred plus years that I have existed...Ihave not killed a soul. And now you ask me to take a life, that of a man I know. I don't know if I can Enoch my friend." He watched the snake creature leave and shook his head, crossing his arms.

Eclipse in the guise of Saradin, but with a blue furry tail to add to the look, now paced the great hall's marble floors. His walking was slightly clumsy, not fairing as well on two legs. Yes, he preferred four to two any day. OH yes, he could see that this would be no problem at all. It also seemed that he wasn't as keen in his senses. Then a thought came to mind. Pulling out the replica Soulforge, he gave it a few swings and found that he was well versed in sword skills. Ah that was it. In shifted energy state his energy created mind also changed to fit his needs. Keen nose and ears were turned in for sword skills. Made sense.

Saradin was never one who could find a way to follow his own advice, and his groupies were little different. Calcryx lacked the patience to lock himself up in a building unless he was on a magical breakthrough, something hed carried over from his youth and still befuddled most who knew of spellcasters and dragons. Idalla had the patience, but only if you could catch her, which ironically meant that no one had the patience to bring her in.

Each of the three were off preparing in thier own way for things to come while trying to rid the memories of torture theyd seen so long ago. Calcryx had commited himself to rummaging through his old belongings for what he may need, possesions accrue for a dragon, no matter how insane. Idalla, despite how little it seemed possible is still a lady of faith and saught out the nearest church she could find, in the guise of a sweet old lady of course. Lastly, Saradin was in commune with his weapon.

The words werent there, but emotions flowed from each soul bound with Soulforge and his own world, the shadow plane, warped leaving behind ghostly images of all of them. Silence was their voice, and they shared it, passing through how to overcome one as powerful as the devil's son. But time passed and eventually they reached little resolution, phantoms dissapearing as Saradin sheathed his weapon and returned home. The thoughts still weighed heavily as he stepped through the front doors, deep inside wishing to return to only a cook and perhaps a gardener.

Saradin stepped into the main hall and almost missed completely the fact that there was something strange near the fireplace. But when his eyes did finally settle onto the man near the fireplace he twinged, it wasnt possible was it? There was something distinctly wrong with this man though, and it soon came to notice what, an all to familiar large bushy tail that swung back and forth behind him. "Eclipse?"

"Maybe you should try swinging the real thing." Saradin loosed Soulforge, hilt and all, from his belt and tossed it to his counterpart(?). It was certainly reasuring, whenever he found himself in Eclipse's pressence. No matter what shape he was in and no matter how grim things may have seemed, the former wofl found a way to make Saradin lighten his mood. "And must you call me Phoenix every time? Isnt it a bit long winded?" He said with a friendly, if broken, smile on his face.

"Truly entertaining, the way you still act like a wolf." Saradin said, and countered Eclipse's snort with a mockery. "But dont be concerned with my condition, seems there are bigger things about that take my mind from it. How about Aurah though, and Nailah as well? Has anything changed on their conditions?"

"Good to hear that things are faring well again. What of Elias? Has anything happend? I didnt mean to slip away for as long as I had." But the form before him was still to humerous to bring him to darken his mood on that subject quite yet, and Saradin welcomed back his weapon and examined Eclipse in his new form. "Youre a little to tall." He said after careful comparison, following up with a pat on the back. "Its strange having you in a form that isnt pettable."