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He nodded lightly.

"Malik...is the last in the line of the dark elven haremgirl to the Master's harem. when we...became free of the master..we hunted his harem down to the last child. the Master was trying to breed all races together into a supreme race. he had a harem girl of each race we knew. we hunted thier familes, thier mates, children. we intended to purge the master's blood from the world. Malik is the only survivor of that purge. and we assure you if we had though for a moment he would have survived his injuries we would have finished the job then. Malik learned all too well his sire's tools and how to use them."

He shuddered lightly at that thought. he'd been reduced to nearly an automoton state thanks to Malik.

Elias made his way into the kitchen with his daughter, for a moment he wasn't too sure what he was going to give her, but it seemed that she had other plans.



Esmeralde popped her head into the fridge and came out wit a slice of cheesacake in her hands. "I eat this..."



"Ohh....you're mother would kill if she saw what was feeding you." he giggled but in the end gave no protest to her eating the cheesecake and even thought about seriously joining her.

Nelphean coughed twice, and then began to read, "Oh, my love for they great Knight burns with the passion of a thousand suns, for my heart is swollen by thy grace and thy contin-" Nelphean stops reading, "Well, she might think you like 'knights', but it isn't too bad..." Nelphean took the book, and quickly switched through the pages. "Here, try this one, its more... Girl oriented." Nelphean smiled, but truthfully he thought that Cymarron's time could be better spent, Nailah didn't want to love anyone, and didn't want anyone to love her... He remembered her eyes, and the pain that she held in them when he brought Tyler to her...

"I think you should learn to write your own words if you really wish to open her Violet eyes."

Nelphean looked at Cymarron, "She has been avoiding me since she meet me." Too usy listening to the praises of a liar. "Don't fret over her prolonged disapperance... The last time I talked to her, she seemed to be very broken over her loss, and she seems unable to deal with it..." Not to balme anyone in perticular, but this is my fault for not shooting him when I had the chance. "Space and time..."

Nelphean's brain began to tick funny, suddenly he felt very guilty...

"Try practicing shapes instead of letters, try to master curves and lines, that will help you to be able to draw the letters more ellogently." Nelphean scratched his memory for when he learned how to write... It seemed like ages ago... "Pretty good given you've never held a pencil before." Nelphean picked up the smaller one, and held it correctly. "Try like this, it gives your fingers more support, and enables you to uses the more dexterous fingers."

"Try some letters, your mastry of art should enable you to do that." Nelphean was a little surprissed at how well Cymarron could draw, despite the fact that her had little experience with pencils. He smiled, "Oh what the hell." The images stood up off the page, and bowed to Cyamarron, and clapped. "SO I am an illusionist, what a surprise, I made them dance..."

Nelphean smiled, remembering his little show for Aurahkah and Bastet.. "Did I ever show Nailah... Oh yes, she was annoyed that I put Aurahkah's dress on her... Khenu really believed it was her."

Normally Nelphean would just ignore illusions, but he allowed himself to see these. The small shapes danced as they played their instruments. "Aurahkah is a great floutest."

Nelphean waved his hand over the images, and they actually began to smell like the respective individuals. "I think I might do that sometime..." The elf smiled, "Hopefully Bastet wont feel jealous..." He tapped a finger on his cheek and smiled, "Maybe I want her to be jealous... No, I think I like her the way she is..." Nelphean waved a hand, and created a life sized image of bastet wearing a dress that once belonged to Nailah.

It stood still for a moment before she started to leasurely stand with the same manerisms of Bastet. Her tail twitching the right way, as were her ears. She even smelled like Bastet. "And people say illusions are the weakest of spells..."

"Weakest parhaps, but not the least useful."

"Illusions are... like asking my lungs to breath. I think it, it happens. My body is so well trained in using them, I sometimes project my dreams... " He winked at that. "After years of study, I learned that by simply following a few rules, one is able to manipulate the magic. Incantations and the such are potent, but a true master just tosses spells out like exhaled air." Nelphean shruged, he had more knowledge on magic, but he couldn't explain any better than that to a non-mage. It would be like telling a two year old child about nuclear phyiscs.

"It has nothing to do with my blood, or all elves could make such convincing Illusion. Nelphean can't and Ke'Nel doesn't, my father is clueless to magic and my mother could care less."