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Marbrig walks in, looking with awe at the large gate. As he passes a group of people he lowers his head, looking away. As they pass him he looks up again, then heads for the arena.

"It’s pitch dark.
The world moves on too fast.
I’m the only one who’s limping on both legs.
The path I must walk is endless.
What’s at the end of this path?"



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Naneal-Cardis appeared a ways away from them, looking up at the huge gate. She walked up to it, and rested the tips of her fingers on it. A crackling nosie came, and it was obvious she was being burned, but she showed no signs of noticing. Stepping back she turned her head to Dragoon and Marbrig, but her eyes stay guled to the Gate. "She was left alone, yes? I only feel her aura inside, so is it safe to assume so?" she asked lightly, snapping. The raven on Dragoon's shoulder, removed itself, to perch on Naneal-Cardis' arm, cawing lightly. She nodded, and it flew in, phasing through the wall. "To lie to her face will cause your pain. To hide your emotions will trigger a fight. To instigate her would cause your cage. To ignore her would be the ends of you, your aura, your death." Naneal-Cardis recited, and looked back at them, a lazy sort of danger in her eyes. A small smile grace her lips, obviously she delighted in the thought of them hurting, but she wouldn't speak on it presently. The raven flew back, holding something in it's mouth. Flying to the Nightmare ueen's shoulder, it released the object. A twig of Fire Ivy, blue fire swirling around it. Blue...she' i stressed.....she must have completly snapped after they left. What is her problem?!?! Why wilst she not speak to me?!?! D*mn her incessent behavior...

"It’s pitch dark.
The world moves on too fast.
I’m the only one who’s limping on both legs.
The path I must walk is endless.
What’s at the end of this path?"



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Naneal-Cardis looked at him, and sighed, holding her palm up. She slowly closed her hand over the flaming twig, and the fire got a bit bigger. But when her hand completly closed over it, the fire leaked out around her fingers. She reopened her hand, and the fire swirled around the twig once again. "The slower, and more gentle you are, the lesss damage you will receive. But it will leave a longer mark." she said, and glared down at the twig. She quickly tried to close her palm, like you would after catching something. The fire only blazed four times as big, and licked mercessly at her fingers, burning them harshly. The heat made it impossible for her to close her hand all the way. "The rougher and more forceful you are, the smaller your chances of survival, and the higher chance of you losing what truly mattered." Naneal-Cardis said, and tossed the twig up. As it came down, she caught it, and pressed her palms slowly, but firmly together. The twig snapped, and the fire dissapeared. "Chela's current state is like that of the Fire Ivy. You have to apply the right amount of pressure, emotion, persitence, and intelligence to get to her. And you must always be ready to fight to stop the fire once you are there." she said, and stood at door. A loud sort of 'Whoosh' noise was heard, and Naneal-Cardis let out one short, loud laugh. It was full of worry, fight, and a hidden agenda. She looked back at Dragoon as if asking if they could go in. Chela....I wonder.., "Have you given into your power? The True Fire Ivy within?" she finished aloud, obviously talking to herself.

"It’s pitch dark.
The world moves on too fast.
I’m the only one who’s limping on both legs.
The path I must walk is endless.
What’s at the end of this path?"



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Naneal-Cardis nodded, and cocked her head. "Have you come to some sort of conclusion, mayhaps?" she inquired softly, her voice a whisper filled with intrest. "Are you the strongest?" Her eyes seemed to stare straight into his soul, as she flipped through his heart, a grin almost on her face. Almost.

"It’s pitch dark.
The world moves on too fast.
I’m the only one who’s limping on both legs.
The path I must walk is endless.
What’s at the end of this path?"



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Naneal-Cardis snorted, and raised her head in disgust. "Have you lost what little sense you have??" she asked, and reached a hand out to push ihim backwards a step harshly. "I doubt he is the strongest, so you have two options. Stay out here till we need you, or come in but stay to this wall, and never put your guard down" she told him, and looked at the Gate. A thud came from inside, and blue fire leaked out. "Have I made myself clear enough yet?" she asked, her tond much less tolerant. She wanted, needed to be inside to help her friend calm down. Chela was a weak soul, she'd already given into to her own True.

Dragoon nodded. " alright, but i can't just stand out here away from everything, I'll go in with you and don't worry I don't think i'll be letting my guard down anytime soon." he said. He turned and looked at Marbrig, " come on let's take her to the combat arena, oh and after this is done I need to talk to you" he said his eyes glowing red again.

Dragoon breathes in a last breath as he gets ready for whatever he may see inside the arena. The he walks forward and opens the door.

(( exit to Combat arena))