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Nelphean smiled at Bastet. Something in the back of his mind needed to be said, but now was not the best time. "I have to tell you something that is porbably going to make you feel uneasy, but I think you already know what it is... I am not keeping it secret from you, I jsut think now isn't a good time to talk about it... I'll tell you though, it has something to do with what happened while I was mad after you killed my fiend." He didn't like mention this at all, but he couldn't remember discussing what happened at any great length, he did recall agreeing that it happened, and he wasn't overly happy about it, but his mind has been so preoccupied with many things, he seemed to be drowning out memories.

"You young miss, need to calm down. You don't want to be seen by your children this way."

Merelii hadn't mooved since relds started her outburst, but now she shifted slightly, bringing a knee up and shifting her weight back to her hand on the floor, resting her left arm on her left knee.

It made sense now. the same thing happened to Dalph...Shin walked in the door that was still standing open.

"what are you doing with the door open, eh?"

merelii looked up and stard hard at shin, a look that made the girl take a step back.

"you feel it, don't you?"


Shin blinked, and sighed.

"sometimes."

"Most welcome. if I'm here, and you need more, I'll get what you need."

Midnight got up, and looked at the circle on the floor, sighing lightly.

"You, dear hunter..were brash and foolish to do that. Well. if you can hear me, Cymarron..they still want you here. Aura does, Elias even finds you honorable enough to wish you back. Nailah...I have my own words of spite for her..but you know she loves you still, you hold her soul in your love. And remember, you swore an oath to protect this place, and them. and you know what that means."

the female voice came forth, in a begging tone.

"Please Cymarron, come back to me, and her. we both need you, and you have to come back for us. I beg you Cymarron. return to us."

Rand had, after many many attempts, stopped her sloothing in the library. Her constant bad luck was tearing the place appart. And she was sure the the Lady Aurahkah wouldn't be happy with that. Whatever, they wree just a bunch of books.

She grabbed her coat and hat and made a small detor to her room. There she found a fresh shirt...one without a knife hole in it. And after a lot of hesitation pulled out a black felt bag from under the pile of sawdust that used to be her bed. Inside was a a bar made of cold steel. She began to shiver immidiatly. With agonizing slowness, she placed the bar inside of her viod, so that it touched the top and bottem of the hole. It wasn't big enough to stop the flow entirely, nor was it pure enough, but it would stop anything big coming through, especailly if she got emotional again.

She hefted the pistols that Elias had given her, studied it's weight. Then she tucked Claire into the closet. Until she got Darla back she would not risk losing the twin.

She walked out of her room, out of the manor and into the village.

She wasn't afraid, she feared nothing but herself.

Malik grinned, hearing the voice of one of the beings he had watchign that manor in his mind. she was on her way. excellent. well lets send the welcome home signal..he got up nad walked out of the auidence chamber, and to his balcony.

"Come and get me, sweetheart."

He chuckled, and let teh darkness pour out, the touch of the Lord of Hate. if she was so attuned to evil and wickedness as she claimed..he'd just let out a bonfire of a signal to her.

Cymarron was tossing in his sleep. Death Angel's whispers of Nailah, of her never coming because she was already too involved with Elias. another voice asking him to come back. Midnight's cold indifference, though the deep dark thoughts of Nailah. Roak's pain shot through his body. Tunaria's banter about how cute Calc was and how handsome Elias was. Cymarron curled up tighter inside himself, barraged by the voices. Death Angel had convinced him that Nailah woudl leave him, spouting half truths about how true love withers in passionate desires, how he had seen in his hunts who those who once loved, without having the physical loves fufilled, fell into bitter resentment or drifted apart.

You aren't good enough, the former pride leader woudl sneer. You never were. all your efforts in vain. Why try so hard, why keep himself around, if she would lose interest and leave him alone again?

If there was anything Death Angel knew how to do..it was play on fears and half truths. Nailah herself may have brought down the hammerblow, but it was death angel that had thrown Cymarron's mind under the stroke.

She was greeted by two large Ogres, each holding massive hammers and thier belts adorned with iron spikes and meathooks. they smiled, bowed to her, and walked with her to the door, opening it for her. and ther ebefore her stood a small child, no more than thirteen, dressed in transparent clothes, who curtsied to her. around her neck was a thick meshed collar.

"The Master has been waiting for you. would you like for me to take you to him, or show you to a room for you to become better attired?"

Obviously by 'better attired' she ment and outfit like her own. through out the manor, were sounds of pleasure and pain. the cracks or whips and breaking bone from below, and several rooms seemed to be occupied by those enjoying all manners of physical pleasure. from sadism to utter hedonism.

Pheaura sat in her chair conenctrating on the essence that was fire. He rmind ached but she wasn't about to give up. She kept concentrating. She got it. A smill fire danced above her finger in adding more luminosity to Pheaura's features. She laughed and rejoiced at her triumph.

It hit her then, dark energy. She fell to the floor in pain. She cried out for help. It was intese. More intese then she had ever felt. She clawed at the floor. She tried to find some suppot some way to stand, to get up.