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"Suit yourself. You can remain curious as to that for as long as you like. It doesnt matter to me." The pair of hands that wrapped aroun his eyes broke his concentration and his mouth shot open in shock. Just for a couple senconds though before collecting his thoughts and focusing. "Kira. What was I just talking about?" Rubbing his forehead while the hands still covered his eyes he thought about it and honestly couldnt remember, the tiniest stolen thoughts swept out his mind.
"You were making us look like asses, again. Now keep quiet you."

Vik shivered, reaching for a non-existant blanket. It took him a few seconds before he realized that he was sleeping on a cold, hard floor. He awoke with a start and scanned the room, trying to find out where the hell he was. It appeared to be a hall made of glass, each wall was as radiant as a full moon. On the floor, carvings of greek gods ran the length of the hall. "Let's see..."he thought, "This definately isn't a room in the mansion. I don't think I'm back in Ultima Fortress, since mostly everyone there dwells in darkness by choice. What is this place...? And more importantly, how did I get here?" He began to walk down the hall in the direction he was facing. He found no doors or windows along the thick glass walls. As he walked further, the light grew brighter. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he found that he had come to the end of the hallway. Three marble steps led up to a platform in the center of the room. A huge crystal was suspended about 5 feet above the pedestal. Vik appoached it with caution and slowly, without touching it, examined every inch of it. It was about three feet high with smooth diamond-shaped edges. Vik noticed that a portion in the center of the crystal was missing. Curiously, he laid his hand on the face of the crystal. The moment his skin touched the cold surface of the crystal, four huge wings burst out from behind it. Vik pulled back but it was not soon enough. The wings wrapped around him in the shape of a cacoon. There was a sudden rush of wind and Vik blacked out.

As he came to, he was lying face down in the woods near the manor. Was that whole thing a dream? "Blech!" he said, spitting the small peices of dirt that managed to get into his mouth. As he got up, he felt something slip off of him. He looked at the ground, three large feathers were lying next to his feet. He kneeled down and picked one of them up. With unusual difficulty, Vik snapped it in half. It was made out of crystal. "Was it a just dream?", he asked himself, "No. It was real. But it's meaning is still unknown." He tossed the feather aside and began walking back to the manor.

Vik spun around to face the speaker. "Ryo! What's happenin'?" He raised his hand for a high five. "Oh, the dirt. I just decided to take a nap outside with my face in some loosly packed earth. I was not eating it and I don't really like the taste, either."

"Nothing much actually. I got kidnapped, pummelled, cut open, imprisoned, broke out, wandered around for a few weeks and passed out in front of the manor. You know, the usual." Vik laughed a bit. He sat down on the ground next to Ryo. "So how's Dagan and Pheaura? I haven't seen them around for quite a while now."

"Heh. Believe me, I now first hand what Dagan could do. I was lucky enough for him to give me a 'demonstration' of his power. I only had magic with me at the time, so I obviously was beaten." Vik smiled slightly. "I'm sorry about Pheaura." He got up and clasped Ryo on the shoulder. "I'm sure whatever happened to her, she had no control over. I'm sure she would have stayed with you if she could." He released his arm and stepped back. "I'm sorry for my ignorance, but who's Anna?"

His gaze was suddenly shifted by the arrival of the strange woman. "Hello. From what Ryo just said to you, I'm guessing that you're the one who was captured."

Vik reacted quickly to the attack, jumping out of the way and landing in a kneeling stance. "I have no idea what you want," he said to Anna, "But if you're willing to go to such lengths like killing someone, it can't be good." He untied a string around his neck and held it in front of him. At the end of the string, a round sphere with swirling colors was hanging by a metal frame. A rose with a dragon twisted around it was visible from the front. "Begone, or we would be forced to take drastic measures."

"Don't worry. I've got this under control." Before the full affect of the darkness could take effect, he reached over to his right hand and ripped the protective wrappings. The emblazen scar was now visible. "Alright. It's feeding time, you cursed thing!" he said to the scar. Vik made a choking sound as the dark aura started to flow into his palm. As the last of the Aura disappeared, Vik released his breath and gasped for air. Icy flames had appeared around his hand and were even climbing up his arm. "So, you refused our warning. Guess you'll have to face the consequences then." He drew two daggers and braced for attack.