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He dug around in his memories of others, trying to figure out how to make the peices stay together. first he came across the memories of a Halasian blacksmith, when he saw how fire and heat melted metal and how it could be remade. of course knowing how and trying to make a body that never had done it work correctly was a different matter. so he looked for a way to make that kind of heat without the efforts blacksmithing needed. he found a conjureor summoning a salamander, the animal form of a fire spirit. it breathed flames that were hot enough to do the task, even it's tongue could do it. but could he get a salamander to respond?

he sat stone still, not even his tail moved, his eyes staring into space, and into teh realm of spirits. he saw the spirits of animals, thier spiritual power radiated. he could sense the ghosts of the manor, he coudl see teh ancestors. however the Grey fields were not where he was heading, and soon images in red appeared, and he felt the heat as he tried to touch the plane of fire, seeking the animal spirit of a salamander. the beings moved that were made of coal with lava in thier visible viens, the ones that were like living torches. he'd tried to get them to come before, these where the ones that great magi used as guardians and servants.

He coudl feel his fur starting to singe, he was pushing the barrier between flesh and spirit to mantain his link to this place. he found a salamder, and beckoned to it, to see if it would respond. the lizard seemed more than eager, and moved toward him. then the images faded, and Cymarron blinked. on the table was a salamander, red as ruby with golden markings. Cymarron grinned, pleased with himself, and the salamander looked up. and it's first action in the physcial world was to shoot a stream of fire from it's mouth at the one that brought it here.

After a few burns, setting three cabinets on fire, scorching the table, and several buckets of water, Cymarron had a firm grip on the salamander, and had used it like a human might use a blowtorch to weld the sais back together, good as new. Now he didn't know what to do with it, not knowing how to send it back, and quite frankly too scared to let it loose...so he stuffed it into a freezer, hoping the cold would either kill it or at least contain it, and picked up the sais. He saw aura run by and went to tell her he fixed her things, and frowned when she just bolted out the door into the wild.

He looked at the sais, and set them on a table by the door, and moved over to a couch, and flopped down on it, idly scratching behidn his ears and curious as to what had made aura bolt.

Vik sat in the large clearing he woke up in, staring at his now blank wrist. The golden dragon which was once emblazed on his arm was now gone. "Munalisk..." Vik pulled his sleeve down and rebuttoned it. It had been about 4 months since he had last heard any sign of him. "Where are you..." Sighing, he slowly got up and started walking back to the manor. He stopped when he heard the sound of heavy breathing and faint sobs. He started walking in the direction they were coming from and found Aura. Slowly, he walked up and kneeled beside her. "Hey. What's wrong?"

Vik stared doubtfully at her. He could tell she was not alright. "Look, Aura. We've been through a lot. You know you can trust me."He stood up and leaned against the trunk of the tree. "Now, tell me. What's wrong."

"Saradin leaving? That hardly seems worth lying about, much less crying over." Vik let out a small sigh, thankful that it wasn't anything serious. "As for what I'm doing out here, I'm not so sure myself. I woke up in that small grove of trees yesterday." he said, waving in the direction of the clearing. "I had no idea how I got there. Guess I must have sleep-walked. Anyways, I thought it would be worth investigating. Plus I'd have some quiet time for thinking." Vik decided not to mention the feathers, since he didn't think they were of any importance. "So, you have any idea when Saradin's coming back?"

"You got that right. It's not like he's dead or anything." Vik gave a small laugh. "Don't worry. He'll come back soon. You can never stay away from this place for too long. Especially if you have no other place to call home. Believe me, I know how THAT'S like." He returned her smile, even though he knew perfectly well it was fake. "Yeah. I should really consider locking my door at night. I might sleep-walk right into the pond or off the second floor window."

Vik raised an eyebrow. Him saying Saradin being dead was only meant to be a joke, but he could tell Aura didn't take it that way. "Is Saradin dead?" He thought. Aura could be trying to cover up for him, trying to make everyone feel more comfortable. "No. That's impossible. Saradin isn't that careless." He quickly shook the thought out of his head. "Who knows. Maybe you are a witch. Maybe this whole place is just an illusion. All I know is, as long as this cursed thing is still on me," he motioned at his right hand, the resting place of the cursed scar," I can't go back to Laputa. The minute I set foot within their walls, I'd be arrested and executed for treason."

"That's a bit hasty I would say...but what can I say. I lived in a time where things like that happened everyday." She shrugged. "And if I was a witch, I wouldn't spend my time making up illusions to play hostess to people...I'm sure I'd be creating havoc of greater proportions." She then turned, hearing her and Eclipse's names. "Um hello there...and how is it that you know my name?"




Eclipse lay on the bed, Ecara lying next to him on her stomach as she was finishing up the dictionary she had started. With quite the speed too. He was reading with her, but more of helping than reading out of interest like she was.

A few moments later she closed the book, giving a happy smile to the wolf. "Ecara done." Sitting up she threw her arms around him, giving him a hug before kissing his nose.

"You know the meaning of the word "I" yet you still call yourself by your name." He gave a laugh. "You've been around Cymarron too much."