Dark Age Legends

[Dude Man]

"I sure hope so." Rink replied to Ven.

"Maybe, we be best gettin' back to Kensar?" Goldolf suggested.

"No, we'd be better off getting to Tjedon. I'm sure we all need some rest. Especially Duilin, he was pretty close to that contained blast."

Goldolf and Lagart nodded at Rink. Duilin was still unconscious in Lagart's arms.

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Marshall, Wilham and Firstman arrived at their location. It was in the middle of a rocky desert like area, a perfect hiding spot for a secret temple. In the distance they could spot the ghoulish castle at the end of North Point. Marshall felt a shiver run down his spine. "I don't like this place. I'm worried more Dark Dragons might find us, or worse."

"Worse?" Wilham asked.

"Well, not exactly worse, but say if we were to be found by Dark Empire soldiers, they would regonize me and Firstman as Aspyes and perhaps take us into captivity, rather then kill us on the spot. I've heard that their tortures are even worse than the ones I've endured at Kandarin."

"Well, those are rumors. I'm sure Kandarin has the worst. Their leader gets off on torture. It's disgusting..." Firstman stated.

"Yeah. Anyways, maybe we should try and find that temple now." Marshall suggested.

[Jenia]

The mist dissipated. Indher and Elphos found themselves standing on something white.

"MORE SNOW!?!!" Elphos sounded quite annoyed, which Fernis noted to be typical to humans.

"No..." she said "This is ice. I think we are in the pole. Either south or north..."

And with that, the orb was reactivated, and the two disappeared, leaving a thin layer of mist behind.

[Xorlak]

Ven shook his head once.

"No, I doubt there's anything left of Kesnar.  We should regroup at the capital.  It's a much longer walk but our forces are totally spent and we've healing facilities set up there.  Plus I need to speak with his majesty."

He took one last look around, noting the torn landscape.  Most of his men had been killed during the intense battle.  The few battered men that survived were regrouping around him.  With a wave of his hand he motioned his men towards the caves up north.  They may have won the battle, but it was clear the Dark Empire would try to pay them back in spades...

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Melface peaked through another set of bushes.  The smoldering smell of that town they torched was thick in his nostrils, so he knew he was in the right place.  This was about the area where he met the Demon Lord, though, and even through he knew he wasn't around any more, he was still extra careful.  Instead of walking, he phase-shifted from bush to bush.  It was times like this that he wished he could change colors, as red or gray fur would have been more appropriate, but off-white was his bound color, and it marked him no matter what form he took.

Eventually the Nightmare Demon made it to the edge of the overgrowth and stuck his head out from under a branch.  The beach where the battle had taken place just yesterday was before him, littered with the bodies of lizards and humans.  Finally...  The fox trotted out of the forest, kicking up dust as he ran out onto the sand.  Now all that was left to do was to cross the short stretch of sea and return to The Jagahn, which of course was an easy thing for him to do.

But he stopped halfway to the water, his ears standing straight up and his eyes wide... The ships!!  They were not there!!  Did they sink?  What is going on?!

They left without me!!

Oh, confound it all!

Melface could not take it anymore.  The growling fox was instantly replaced by a sliver haired child draped in an off-white cloak, his tiny fists clenched tightly into balls. He threw up his head and screamed.

"BLAAAAAAAAAST IIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT!!!!"

He fell to his knees and began punching the sand, sending the grit flying everywhere.

"Blast blast BLAST!!!  How dare they!!! HOW DARE THEY!!!!!!!!"

----

The giant door slammed shut behind Grav with a loud BANG.

The Dark Emperor was ANGRY about something, and the short lizard did not care to find out what it was.  He was glad to have more mundane tasks to attend to at the moment.  Perhaps his vile evilness would be in a better mood during their next scheduled meeting that evening.  So, the robed lizard continued down the halls to the grand staircase, leading away from the Great Chamber of Darkness, his claws clicking on the black metal as he strode on.

As he rounded the corner, he noticed a large group ascending the stairs and blocking his way.  He paused and leaned on his staff as they approached him.  The black and silver figures were all short like him.  The Velkens...

Ugh.  He didn't quite care for furry mammals, even if they were of the few underlings that were his size.  High General Virmir was at the front of the group.  Of course, the sliver furred fox wasn't really a High General.  It was a title Retan bestowed upon him so that the Velken could do anything he wanted without the possibility of being questioned or hindered by any other officer of the Dark Empire.  They were Retan's personal assassins and elites.  At least they were good at what they did...  Commanding the skyward division was like a side job to them.

"I'm sorry, The Dark Emperor is not seeing anyone at the moment," Grav announced, fighting back a yawn.

Virmir considered him with a cold gaze.  A few of the other Velkens had it was well, but none as intense as Virmir.  His eyes were like twin daggers piercing into Grav's soul.

"We've been summoned," the fox stated tersely.

They all stood there looking at him, their tails idly waving back and forth.  They looked looked like a pack of predators, ready to kill at any second.  He could have sworn one licked his chops just then, but he could have imagined it.  Though Grav didn't care for them, he could see why the Dark Emperor favored them.  That and the fact that they were slaves.

And of course it all clicked right then.  Retan wanted someone dead right now.

Grav stepped aside, forcing forward a reptilian smile, and nodded once.  Virmir returned the nod, but without the smile.  And so the entourage of eleven Velkens stepped past, onwards towards the huge black and gold doors, and the Great Chamber of Darkness beyond.  Though the intensity varied, all of them had some measure of determination in their eyes.  All but one.  That one looked scared to death...

[Dude Man]

Rink and his group followed along with Ven towards the cave. Despite the fact that Duilin was passed out, he wasn't that worried about him, for once. He noticed that Duilin was a lot stronger than he was before their 'banishment' by Retan. He was quite impressed with what Duilin just did, if it hadn't been for him then likely Tjed would be completely gone.

Rink however was a bit curious of why Zeros' seemed to have disappeared. He'd think that he'd at least make an appearance to reinforce the shield. But, everyone was able to do it without him. He did remember the time, where Zeros' did mostly everything himself, but maybe now Zeros' just wants to sit back and watch, seeing how Duilin seems to be getting almost just as powerful as Zeros' now.

He was also a bit worried about Zion and the others went too. Maybe they were still bound to Retan's banishment spell? Rink hoped not, he wasn't sure if Duilin could fight off the rest of the High General's himself. Then again, there is still Draven, but he knows how Duilin feels about him. Although when he was charging that shield he seemed pretty calm around him, he'd almost think that Duilin would resort to fighting Draven, before making the sphere around his attack.

And another thing that worried him was how Jayce died. Or if he even did. Rink felt uncomfortable, that he didn't actually see the mighty dragon fall to the ground dead, and the deep pit just made him even more uncomfortable. What if Jayce is just buried deep into that hole and is climbing out, and is going to eat him. The little imp shivered for a bit, before speeding up, moving quite fast for having such small legs.

//Expanding one liners FTW\

[Drannic_Lord01]

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"Hmm... The deed has been done. Men, follow me! We make haste for the castle. As of now, you are under the service of Tjed. Do what needs to be done, and you will prosper." Aaron's army joind up with the Tjed knights as they grouped behind Ven. Aaron himself was exhausted after putting his energy into the shield. None the less, he ran to Ven.

"There is still the matter of my problem back at Ariosis... I was wondering if you could take me to see your king. The matters at hand are pressing, and Ariosis is in disarray... My men are now yours to command. Make use of their power."

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"Whew! I'm beat. I think I'll take a little... nap... now......" Justin fell backwards. His life was wearing thin, and if he didn't get medical attention soon, he would surely die. Lucky for him, Ben was in the air near by, and he swooped down, grabbing Justin. He then flew over to follow the others. Where they were going had to be better than here.

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The Velken twins have still been out cold for a while, and one wasn't getting back up. Jackie, finally waking up, stood on her feet. Once up, she made for the airship that she believed her sister was in... she was in it, but not her body. Her spirit was on the deck of the ship, body on it as well. When she looked over at her sister, she got up.

"Hmph... I could've used your help back there, Jackie. Well, it would have been nice. Well, let's make for home so we can preform the rituals... *sigh* again..."

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[Coriko]

Coriko swerved left and right avoiding the dragon's attacks. He was losing ground against the beats and would soon be eaten if he didn't act fast. Coriko saw a drop in the landscape and decided what his next move was. Coriko dived down towards the earth along the valley's wall the dragon went after him. The dragon was a metre away from his wyvern. Coriko sharply pulled up and leaped off of his creature onto the back of the dragon. The wyvern was bitten by the dragon and fell limp.

"You're mine now."

Coriko grabbed the horns of the dragon and pulled up. It followed and moved  back up the valley wall. The dragon resisted so Coriko had no choice but to put it down. He pulled out one of his stronger arrows and lit it. He then plunged it towards the dragon's skull. But it splintered on impact. Coriko then put his hands on the dragon's skull and fired a blast of fire from his hands. The dragon roared and plumeted towards the ground. Coriko ran up the dragon's body and leaped off the head towards the valley wall. Unfortunatley he was a little short and plummeted, along with the dragon, to the valley's floor.

[Xorlak]

Ven nodded at Aaron.

"Yes, I will make your deeds known to King Henri, and I'm sure he will grant your country aid.  However you must understand we are still at war, and quite weakened at that.  It may be some time before we are able to make good on our deal, but trust me, King Henri will not let you down."

Ven took a look around as he directed the limping army back into the caves.  They truly were a mess.  Half of the heroes that had fought the dragon were down, Duilin included.  He couldn't help but think that if the beast suddenly sprung up from that hole in the ground, they would all surely perish.  But no, he reminded himself, that thing was dead.  It was dead...

[Xorlak]

Turning from that black crater, Ven joined his remaining men as they marched into the caves.  Though they had won a great victory, there was still a solemness in their step.  The group weaved through the dark passages without exchanging words and after a long walk, light became visible at the end of the tunnel.

----

Renard wasn't sure what to think.

Lord Virmir was summoned before the Dark Emperor all the time, but it was rare that the rest of the Velken squad joined him.  The very thought of that black shrouded man sent shivers down his spine, and Renard was trying his best not to show it.  Would he be receiving orders directly from the Emperor himself?  Would the Emperor split them up?  The thought was nerve racking.

As usual, Renard was in the first row directly behind his master as they walked.  Oh, how he wished he could have been placed more nondescriptly in the middle or end...  The huge doors began to slide open with a loud CLICK.  Everyone on Gaian was so big...  Virmir strode confidently forward.  He truly was an amazing leader.  Renard couldn't recall him ever displaying a hint of fear.  Ever.

The room beyond was dark, the walls lined with a blue iridescent hue.  Large steepled windows dominated each wall, black clouds furiously swirling about outside.  Renard couldn't help but turn his eyes to those menacing clouds outside.  Underneath the far window was a black throne, turned away from the entering group.

When they reached the center of the room, Virmir lowered his gauze and bowed on the floor.  Renard quickly followed suit, trying not to be the clumsiest in the group.  He remained groveling there for a few agonizing moments, his heart thumping heavily in his chest.

[Dude Man]

"Hey, how's he doing?" Rink asked Lagart.

"Still asleep." Lagart replied.

"Yeah, that must have took a lot out of him." Rink shrugged. "We definitely need to get him a bed."

"We should tell Belle, what happened." Lagart suggested.

"Belle?" The imp asked, remembering the name.

"Yeah. She came with us. Duilin wanted her to be safe."

Rink remembered Belle; she was the servant at the Crimson Castle. Duilin seemed a little upset to learn that she may have died. It was a good thing he didn't get too attached to her. He remembered breaking the news to Duilin about Nevina's death, he slept an entire day because of that...

[Xorlak]

Melface smiled, ever so slightly...

Humans were easy to find.  They had the most repulsive of stenches.  Who could tell they hid such succulent souls underneath their repulsive flesh?

The Nightmare Demon waited a while after the last of them disappeared into those caves.  So these must be what they were fighting so fiercely to protect.  Then, in the blink of an eye, there was no longer a child hiding in the bushes.  Instead a tiny white bat fluttered into the cave...

----

Ven covered his eyes as he exited the northern end of the cave.  Though the sun was beginning its descent into the western horizon, it would be still a good couple of hours before it fell far enough so that the high jagged peaks would block its light.

Before the exiting soldiers was a sprawling valley, surrounded on all sides by impeccably tall mountains.  Thick, lush vegetation encompassed both sides of the shallow sloping path that poured down into the center of the valley.  And there, right in the middle of it all, was the capital city of Tjed.  Tjedon was composed mostly of white stone buildings, and at this distance the entire city seemed to glow because of it.  There were plenty of towers peaking up from the great walled town, but the most prominent structure was the castle with its wide spires located at the far northern end.

"Come now, were almost there!"

The wounded and battered soldiers seemed to regain a spring to their step as they caught sight of that city, as if their hearts were filled with hope once more.  Together they began the final leg of their journey.  Down to the city.

----

The throne rotated.  None of them moved.

The Dark Emperor Retan slowly stood up, towering over the tiny warriors.  Crimson eyes burning, he clasped his arms behind his thick cloak and merely observed them for a moment.  After what seemed like an eternity, the shadowy figure finally lifted a gloved arm, gesturing into the air.

"Arise and observe."

His voice was deep and commanding, with an angry impatience.  Renard shuddered.

At once all eleven Velkens stood up, their arms to their sides at attention.  They didn't dare flick their tails about, as was their unshakable habit.  The ones who had managed to mimic their master's icy stare seemed to have lost it that moment, instead looking forward with nervous empty eyes.  Virmir was the only one who remained impassive.

Suddenly a mist began to materialize between the Dark Emperor and his warriors.  The swirling cloud began to take shape, full of translucent colors.  Renard thought some evil demon was being summoned, his eyes going wide and his fists clenching tightly.  But he soon recognized it as an illusion.  It soon took the shape of a quarter sphere, as if someone had taken a large ball and cut it in half, then split that half as well.  The slice was covered in blue, with white specs floating a mere inch above its surface.  Below, globs of brown and green dominated spaces, but most the rest blue.  One mass was covered in thick black smoke, as opposed to the white specks elsewhere.  Renard suddenly realized he was looking at a map, and that mass was the Dark Continent.  But it was so lifelike...  He could see the clouds moving and twisting... The water was shimmering...  This was no map.  This was a view of Gaian from far, far above...

The surface of the quarter sphere rotated, islands disappearing as they rotated off of the edge of the section of Gaian made visible.  To the southwest of he Dark Continent were two islands.  The rotation slowed...

"The northern island is where I sent my son, Prince of the Dark Empire and High General of the Gaian Division."

All eyes were fixed on that tiny island.  The mountains were just barely visible and they all watched the tiny clouds swirl about for several moments.  It was as if some god of the sky had allowed them to look downward upon his domain.

Then there was a bright flash of light.  A red pillar shot outward from the island, growing more and more intense.  It burned like a torch, stretching several inches outward from that illusion.  And then there was that aura.  That horrible burning aura...  Renard cringed as it all came back to him.  His arm began to throb under his bandages as he remembered how much it hurt... the sneer, the fall...  Draven.  That aura was unmistakable.  It was Draven...  

Renard noticed his fellows flinch as well.  They knew him too. Retan was truly a master of illusions to summon a projection that could emulate personal auras.

But then there was a second aura.  It also seemed familiar...  Duilin?!

"That is what happened to him," Retan said, as the pillar of flame finally dissipated. "There are two directly responsible.  One is Draven.  The other you will find out.  You will kill them both and bring me their heads.  You will then kill all the others who helped them in their battle.  When you have completed that task you will kill every single living thing on that island..."

[Dude Man]

//Man, where is everyone?\

"The battle has seized..." Said the voice of Ophelia.

"Where is Duilin?" Rufokanno asked.

"There" She pointed towards the caves.

Rufokanno shrugged. She seemed to have such a strong connection with this, Duilin for some reason. Or maybe she's just crazy. He just hopped he would get paid.

--- ---

"I'm not finding anything..." Firstman groaned.

"Me neither." Wilham replied. "What about you Marshall?"

"You think Coriko is okay?" Marshall asked.

"I'm sure he's fine." Firstman replied. "So, did you find anything?"

"Nothing."

Wilham let out a sigh of disappointment. He then leaned his right arm on a pile of rocks; suddenly a grouping of the rocks seemed to shift away revealing the staircase leading down. "There we go..."

--- ---

"Ah finally..." Rink said. "I'm so thirsty, I haven't had a drink for over a year."

"Yeah, my legs are achin'. Ain't workin' like they used ta..." Goldolf added.

Lagart just continued to carry Duilin, remaining silent.

Rink stopped for a moment.

"What's wrong little fella?" Goldolf asked the imp.

"Oh nothing...I've just got a bad feeling about something. Let's just keep going..."

[Xorlak]

The gates of Tjedon were a sight for sore eyes.

"Sir Ven!"

A black bearded knight climbed down from the guard tower, and began to jog over to the weary army.

"Sir Lymbart!  Good to see you!"

Ven clasped hands with the slightly older man, who abruptly turned around and yelled.

"Open the gates!  Sir Ven has returned!  They've wounded men!  Quickly now!"

Promptly the lumbering metal gates were drawn aside.  Sir Lymbart turned and looked Ven in the eye, and the silver knight knew the question before it was even asked.

"We won," Ven said with a light smile, "we slew their dragon.  Well, some of our powerful allies did.  One of them is with us and has passed out.  We'll have to see to it that he is made comfortable, and have a healer check him to make sure he's all right."

"Yes sir," Lymbart said as he nodded.  The two fell in step and began to stride into the gleaming city with the rest of the entourage. "I don't recognize some of these heraldries."

"A number of allies have joined us in our fight,"  Ven said as he nodded towards a group of Aaron's men passing through. "Many of them need medical attention as well.  See to it that all get what they need."

"Of course, sir.  Do you require anything?"

"No, I must see the king.  If you'll excuse me."

"Of course."

Ven separated from the group and began to head towards the white castle in the distance.  It looked close because of its size, but it was still a good distance all the way on the other side of the city.

Sir Lymbart and a number of other knights began to help the wounded, directing them to the large hall set up for victims of the Dark Empire.  The city streets were extremely crowded due to the fact that everyone from southern Tjed had been evacuated there, including the residents of Kesnar.  Makeshift tents lined all sides of the streets and people were scurrying about, a look of uncertain loss upon their faces.

The hall set aside for the wounded was in fact the same hall that was set aside for victims of Mavas' plague years ago.  It was one of the few buildings left in that central section of town that did not get destroyed in that battle.  Of course the rest of it had been rebuilt.  Men were escorted into empty cots lined row after row in that large stone building, and healer mages and doctors wandered from patient to patient, applying medical salves or even spells in the more extreme cases.

[Coriko]

Coriko groaned. He raised his hand to his face. The left side of his face was swollen, and he had blood on his shirt. He pulled his shirt off and saw he had several lacerations. He put his hand on his leg to stand up but felt a branch. He looked down to see a thick branch sticking through his leg. Coriko stared wide eyed at it. He wanted to pull it out. When he gripped it the pain was so bad it made his eyes water.
Immobile Coriko sat thinking. He looked at his surroundings. He landed in a forested area. "Not so bad". He looked to hsi right. A small pond. "Can work with that." He looked around to his left. A very steep valley wall. "And there lies the problem". How to get out.
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Druid awoke not in battle but in a swamp. He was laying on his back on what he thought was hard ground. He turned over and face planted in the mud. His clothes were soaked and dirty. He stood up and was dripping wet and cold. He looked around his surroundings. He was in a deep valley with a forest to his right. But how did he get there? Last thing he remembered he was fighting some self proclaimed "demi-god" and then a white light. Something with his shadow warriors. Druid took off his shirt and cloak. His pants were dry to he didn't have to strip completley. He lay down against a tree and waited for his clothes to dry. "I may be here for a while." Druid heard something shuffle in the forest. He stood up on guard. Slowly he walked towards the sound.

[D. Ein]

"The undeads were mining rock, the civilians were looking for supplies, I was resurrecting and controlling the prementioned undeads... How utterly boring.

Though that was nothing compared to the boredom that ensued after the corpses had all been resurrected. Desperate for a distraction, I went into the central shelter and grabbed the M-Grid orb. With it, I walked outside, hoping to use it as a prism to burn some wood with the sun. Yes, I was that bored.

I found that most of the wood had already been taken by the Kandarinians; looks as if I'll have to settle for a small stump. I brought the orb close to the stump's surface, concentrating the sun's rays for a nice little spot of infernally hot light. Soon enough, the stump began to smoke, and I moved the M-Grid orb to change the light's focal point. An idea enlightened me; I started tracing out letters. K... R... O... N... O...

As I was burning the final S into the stump, I noticed that the snow was crackling, as if someone was walking behind me. Oddly, I didn't feel the presence of life anywhere around me.  Slowly I rose to my feet, looking around, and finding nothing; but the snow was still crackling, and I was standing still. That's when I realized that it wasn't the snow. The sound was coming from the orb!

I have never witnessed this effect. I amplified the energy within the orb with my own, making the sound a little louder. Bringing the orb closer to my ear, I listened carefully.

Indeed, the sound which I at first thought was like crackling snow was not like that at all. It was more like... many twigs snapping in a hollow tree. It was a sound hard to describe. Listening even closer and further amplifying the orb, I was now hearing some sort of a background din as well, like a low humming noise. Where could the signal be coming from...?"

[Dude Man]

This temple was a bit bigger than the last one. It was about the same size as the one that was made for the Aspyes' hideout and might actually make a good vantage point as a new hideout. Although, it would be dangerous for anyone less powerful than Nik Tesla to stay there, as it was pretty close to North Point. This temple however, was just as dark as the last one, and with Coriko gone, they didn't have any torches.

Wilham however was able to spot a switch in the corner of the moonlight, at the bottom of the staircase, which the group had walked down earlier. "Ah ha." Wilham said, as saw it. He seemed to know what the switch was for. He pulled the switch and the torches in the temple automatically lit themselves, through some sort of gas ignition tubing in the walls, (most likely).

"Etiam is officina!" Wilham exclaimed.

"Huh?" Firstman asked, confused by Wilham's gibberish.

"Oh, that was just ancient Terrianian for, 'Yes,it works!'" Wilham replied. "Which is actually my natural language; it took me about a year to learn your current language."

"I see..." Firstman replied.

"Well, let's see what we can find." Marshall suggested to the two.

//Excuse, my lame attempt at Latin, D.Ein...\

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Lagart placed Duilin on one of the cots, as gently as possible. Goldolf was getting a few bandages to seal his cuts. Rink hopped onto Duilin's cot, and sat next to him on the right.

"Just tell me if you need any further assistance." One of the knights said to Rink and Lagart.

Duilin groaned a bit, and then rubbed his forehead. "I'm awake...I think."

"Duilin!" Rink called in joy.

"Gah!" Duilin grabbed his head with his other hand as well. "Don't yell..."

"Sorry. You okay?"

"I've got an elixir in my pouch." Duilin replied.

Rink opened up Duilin's pouch and extracted the small vail of elixir. He then handed it to Duilin. "Make sure you don't drink too much...That stuff is kind of dangerous, you know."

Duilin took a swig of the elixir leaving only a little bit left over. He then rubbed his eyes and then sat up on the cot, and looked around. "Um, where did Ven go to?"

"To see the king." Lagart answered.

"Good. Do you know if Belle would be in the castle? I want to see her." Duilin asked.

Lagart simply shrugged, in response.

"Regardless, I kind of want to see King Henri. I just want to get caught up on what happened while I was gone. I assume the king of Tjed, would know the most."

"Maybe you should get some rest." Rink suggested.

"Don't need any." Duilin replied, lifting up the elixir vail. "This stuff is enough for me."

"I hear that elixir can stress out your body, however." Rink stated.

"Yeah, but that's only for those people who don't use potions regularly. I used to carry no less than, like, twenty potions and ethers, with me when I went on missions." Duilin shook his head after that, he still didn't like thinking to much about his days with the empire. It sickened him.

"Anyways, you too can mingle, or whatever. I want to see the king."

"Duilin!" Rink snapped. "Slow down, you just transformed twice, into different beings, killed Jayce and saved an entire island. Don't you want to take a breather, maybe at least talk a bit? I felt that you were stressed out a bit when you were up there enforcing the shield."

"What's there to talk about?" Duilin said lifting his shoulders and turning his wrists out. "I just did what I thought was best. I couldn't have let Draven's Annihilation Attack destroy Tjed, so I just made a shield around it, nothing to it." He was about to turn around and leave. "And it wasn't me, who killed Jayce. That was Draven."

"Regardless, you did an amazing thing! You deserve a little break."

Duilin gave a bit of a half smile, but it seemed more like an 'annoyed smile'. "No, what I deserve is to have you stop telling me to take a break. I also deserve to see Belle. I'm sure she's worried." He then walked out of the tent and towards the castle.

Rink followed him for a few steps but then stopped, and watched him walk off. "I'm worried..."

He was. Duilin has just learned to transform into a 'Demon Lord' and a 'Super Human', that's a big jump for his magical power. He could feel the strength of his aura was much stronger than it was before Retan's banishment spell. What also worried him was his almost total personality change he had when he transformed...