The Paths of Tragedy

Zeria smiled for the first time in a while and let a few tears stream down her pale cheeks. She turned to walk away and stopped abruptly...

"Thank you.......I swore to find him. If he's dead....I will deal with it then. And if he's alive, I'm going to finally admit my feelings to him...hopefully he can return them. If not...well...then my search has been in naught but sorrowful vain..."

Zeria then sat down and pulled her medical pouch out, attempting to bandage her shoulder. She hissed once, then continued. Gods, did it hurt! But now, she wondered what Cairn's history was...he really had her intrigued and curious. She removed her gear and set it next to her, lying down on the ground and gazing up at the stars, moonlight reflecting off of her shimmering viper yellow eyes.

"Julius...."

And she drifted off to sleep...
 
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And with that, Jake's mobility regained its former glory. He whacked a masked one aside and engaged another foe. He heard Wylliam yell, "But know this! In this world, no one soars higher than I!"

Jake threw the masked one to the side and watched as Wylliam burst down, impaling a target. Jake laughed. "Hey man, you call that high?" With a burst, Jake jumped and used his energy to soar. He was up twenty feet before he looked down, and still rising!

"Yo gramps," Jake called to Hera, "Watch this!" With a roar, Jake shot his hands forward in a series of thrusts. From his hands burst forth a multitude of energy bursts; they struck a series of the fighters, dissipating them all into the shadows. A toll had been taken on Jake's energy, but hey, it was enough

Hera flew up beside Jake, holding a foe by the clothing. With a powerful thrust, Hera literally shot the foe into darkness, a small beam of energy passing through the creature from Hera's palm, shooting the thing through the chest and dissipating it.

"Don't flaunt your power, Jake," Hera cautioned.

Jake laughed derisively. "Oh yeah, like you showed nothing with that little attack?"

Hera grinned. "I haven't the slightest idea what you mean." With that, the both of them shot into combat; they drew their swords, and unleashed a flurry of combined attacks, defending each other and cutting down their foes. Their bodies were little less than a red and blue blur as they whirled around, their blades shining gold and silver before their next foe was cut down.
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Cairn, sensing that perhaps their victory could have been achieved by other factors as well, felt an urge to find out the source of the power which was resonating with his own sword. Not knowing who or what it was, Cairn decided to venture the surrounding areas on his own, leaving Gade and Jonad in charge of the camp. After walking for several minutes, Cairn reached a high part of the Mt. Saer. "What creature hides within the darkness? If you hold no evil will against us, why keep your identity in secrecy?" Cairn said firmly, obviously referring to the two mysterious dragon like warriors that he believed he saw a few moments ago.
 
As he arrived at the camp, Arthvader took his time looking around the area. As he looked, he noticed what appears to be signs of a battle. after taking a look, he stopped by Gade to let him know what he's going to do.

"Gade, Sorry I'm late. I just took the time to see that a battle had recently occured. Can you inform me of the situation? I'm sure you can come up with a plan."
 
"What creature hides within the darkness? If you hold no evil will against us, why keep your identity in secrecy?"

Wylliam gave a start at the unexpected voice. He had been wondering what had caused the sudden mass dispersal of the dark entities, knowing he had done nothing, and was pretty sure Hera and Jake hadn't either. Holding his spear chest high and parallel to the ground, he peered through the darkness, trying to discern the source of the voice from the natural shadows. A glint of moonlight chancing to catch the speaker's blade identified him immediately as the man he, Hera, and Jake had been following since leaving Vaid. Wylliam stepped from the shadows.

"To answer your first question," Wylliam replied, lowering his spear and resuming his smile, "one human, one kinda human, and one totally inhuman being. To make amends for the second inquiry, I," he said with the same flourish he had performed for Jake (the one possible to be confused with an expression of an ill stomache), "am Wylliam Morgan, the Dragoon with the Wyvern Eye." He straightened and continued smiling his smile that radiated self-love. "No doubt you, being of this world and being so for more than one day, have heard of my reputation as the finest, most intellegent, and best looking mercenary under the employ of Seseu."

Wylliam looked back into the shadows and called out, "Jake! Hera! Its the guy at the head of the company we've been following." Then, turning to the swordsman, "I better let them introduce themselves. Just to prevent any violent reactions to their appearance, I'd like to stress that we came with absolutely no intentions of fighting you guys."
 
Hejaloki felt some old friends of Julius coming.

Hejaloki looks back over his shoulder at Julius, then stares back over out the window.

I need to send Zeria a message. In a dream he thought. He started a spell to send her a message.

--Dream

Hejaloki appears before Zeria in a flash of light. He appeared as he was two years ago, younger. Beside him stood a figure garbed in white and all but his eyes were covered.

"Zeria you will find your answers, but not all in Palacious."

He should her the city before vanishing again.

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Hopefully she will figure out how to find him even though he looks elderly and aged.
 
OOC: o..k... This was a lot to work on.
I might miss details, so don't kill me ^^
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Jonad was in luck, the others took care of most of the creatures, Cairn even defeated the master.
Jonad was not one of edged weapons, his knife is merely a tool, not used in battle. Also, it was a gift from a friend.

After the battle was completed, the new girl introduced herself, and indeed had a reason to follow.
She bandaged a wound on her shoulder, and seem to fall asleep from the ordeal that happened.

Jonad felt that he had been more or less useless in the battle. All he could do, was stand and watch.
Cairn and Gade had dome a lot on the battle, and they seemed to he rather proud of themselves, indeed they had reason, but still.

Jonad walked over to the now sleeping girl, his hand glowed light green as he put it gently on the wound. He should not feel any pain from this treatment. Her shoulder started glowing slightly, if she felt anything, she should feel a warm feeling, nothing more.

A few seconds later, Jonad was sure that he had closed it, but did not take the chance to check. Since that would require him to remove the bandage, and perhaps awake the girl.
In stead, he let it be, if the wound was not completely closed, it should be nothing more left then a scratch, not bleeding, perhaps slight tenderness.
Nothing he couldn't fix the next day.

Still feeling useless, Jonad looked around. Cairn, Gade and the new girls had done a lot in this battle, Jonad had done nothing to mention.
He knew that battle was not his strength. But he should have done something.

He let out a deep sigh, and walked away, and sat down against a nearby tree. "Is this what I'm capable of in battle? Stand and watch" he thought to himself, and looked at his feet. "I should just make them some healing pills, and stop encumbering them" He continued blaming himself, for no real reason, but be felt like he let them down.
 
"Well Arthvader" Gade said as he sat down next to the tent and the fire, he was preparing his tools to prepare some food "We could take turns to watch over while the other's sleep. If you want, you could take the first turn, or the second if you need some rest."

Meanwhile, Cairn had an encounter with a group of mysterious warriors; a human and two dragon like beings. Surprised, he took a defensive position just to make sure he wasn't caught off guard again. The man introduce himself as "Wiliam", a mercenary hired by the kingdom of Seseu. Though confused, the man's words seemed to be trustworthy, for he had seen truth in his eyes. Smirking, Cairn stared at the moon above and soon brought his eyes down upon the knight William, and his companions. "Yes, I remember your name, though I never thought I would ever see you again. You were part of another unit, hence why I never had a chance to meet you back when I was part of the Royal Knights of Seseu." Cairn sighed disappointed to see that much of the old kingdom he knew seemed to be lost, enshrouded by a veil of mysteries and lies. Completely unaffected by these beings appearance, nor of their apparent threatening power. Intrigued since dragon based races area a rarity nowadays, Cairn walked toward tree, folded his arms and then leaned his back against the tree. "So dragons....strange....I thought your race existed only in myths and legends...ever since most dragons seemed to have disappeared hundreds of years ago..."
 
Zeria saw the dream and moaned softly, rolling over in her sleep.
~Who...was that? He looked so familiar....and he said that my answers wouldn't all be in Palacious. And that place...will I find Julius there? And what was that warmth? My shoulder doesn't hurt anymore....could it have been Cairn? Or was it one of the others?~
Her sleep grew calm once more and she even smiled, picturing the times of her and the others back at the academy. All of the laughter, all of the tears, all of the missions...everybody's faces too...

"Julius..."

Guess she spoke in her sleep. It seemed that now she was having a dream about her and Julius together...
~If only this dream were reality...then I'd feel true happiness..."
 
Jake looked forlorn at the mention of the Dragons. Hera placed a hand on his shoulder, and looked at the one who had earlier introduced himself as Cairn.

"Well," Hera explained slowly, "The Dragons are...being hunted. They've been driven into hiding. Most of them are hiding on Earth, but there are others through the universe as well." Jake walked away. He was not usually one given to grief like this.

Jake jumped up onto a tree. "I'll keep first watch," he announced. "You guys get some rest."

Hera threw an apologetic glance at Cairn, the kind that says, 'Sorry, but can you give us some time?' With a leap, he landed beside Jake. Jake promptly turned away, looking off into the distance.

"Jake," Hera said quietly, "look, you're not the last. You've seen others."

"Yes, but how many others, Hera?" Jake hissed. "There are only a few thousand left on Earth, and there are only a few hundred more each planet we go to. We'll never be able to save them at the rate he's killing them."

Hera sat down and pulled Jake close. "Listen, it won't do any good moping about it. We have our task, now let's focus on it. We'll save the Dragons, but to do that we have to take out Sukani, he's their biggest threat."

Jake said nothing. He pulled away, and Hera thought he could feel a tear drop onto his fur. He decided that the best thing was to leave Jake to his thoughts for now. With a small sigh, Hera flew to the south end of camp, where he kept watch, scrutinising the countryside.
 
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Agreeing with their proposal, Cairn left to reunite with Gade, Jonad and Zeria. He walked down to the place they had assembled the tents, and notice they were asleep. Seeing that it was quite late, Cairn walked towards his small tent, got inside and lied down on the few soft soil covered by soft green sheet he used to sleep. His head resting on a soft white and small pillow, not much time passed before he Cairn fell asleep. The night was at gentle and had such a deepening calm, that one would never imagine that the land was at war. The wind blew gently, moving the leaves of the trees, the blades of grass on the soft soil, and the clouds on the sky, and the wind was also whistling dreams of joy next to their ears. The river was peaceful, running free and unbounded across the land, sparkling lights shown on the surface of the water. For the first time ever in a long time, Cairn was able to rest without worrying about the world and the problems he was facing. The stars above watched over them with such devotion that one would believe they were in fact angels sent to guard their sleep. As time passed, Cairn and the others rested to later on resume their journey.

Several hours later, the sun would rise once again, the moon would fade, opaqued by lights of the majestic flaming monarch. Cairn, would be among the first once to be awakened by the morning's call, the lights that would shine illuminating the scenario.
 
As soon as the light hit her eyes, Zeria groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"Another day to search for Julius...I guess I'd better wake up fully first..."

She stood and brushed herself off, letting her hair of the ponytail and brushing it with the comb in her pocket until it was silky smooth.

"Much better...I wonder how long the others will sleep? Maybe I'll have enough time to train..."

She walked over to a small part of the forest and closed her eyes, focusing on strengthening her earth abilities. Vines rose up and began to thicken. Then, gorgeous red roses began to blossom on those vines and emit a beautiful scent...
 
As the daylight approaches, Arthvader decided to approach a small part of the forest, noticing Zeria practicing some of her magic. 'Wow, she really has been practicing her magic lately. I should probably check up on her.' He thought as he was watching Zeria working on her skills. Thinking this is also a good time for him to work on his skills, Arthvader appeared towards Zeria.

"I guess those vines I saw the day before was caused by you, huh Zeria? It seems that you have improved since the last time I met you. Care to spar for a bit, just so I can see how far you really have gone?"
 
Zeria jumped, startled, and almost sent a vine slamming into Arthvader. Luckily, she stopped it just before it hit him.

"Arth! You startled me!....Yeah, it was my vines...I had to catch up, so I hit within Jonad's shadow..."

She sighed and left the rose covered vines there. They were beautiful.

"And unfortunately, I would spar with you, but I'm still weary from my journeys....we will have to wait...I'm sorry"
 
As the sun played through the trees, a breeze caused the canopy to sway and allow a sunbeam to shine directly on Wylliam's face, waking him. After a rather prolonged yawn and stretch, he looked over the side of the surprisingly comfortable branch he had used for his bed last night and found himself inches from a rather beautiful rose vine.

'Strange,' he thought, 'I don't recall that being there when I went to sleep.' Wylliam rubbed his eyes sleepily and surveyed the area. There were several other vines just like the one rather close to his makeshift bed. He then noticed two people talking in the clearing, a pretty red-headed girl and a spiky brown haired youth. Assuming them to be part of the old swordsman's party, Wylliam believed introductions were in order. He leapt down from the tree and landed about twenty feet from them.

"Not to startle you," he started hastily, knowing that startling strangers in the middle of an otherwise deserted forest while dressed and equipped for combat was a good way to meet an early end, "but if I am not wrong, the two of you are of the group travelling with that old swordsman. It was probably too late at night for him to tell you of me, but he spoke with my friends and me last night." Wylliam, in a plight of consistancy, bowed as one normally would if you expected to be very soon reliving last night's meal in reverse. "I am Wylliam Morgan, the Dragoon with the Wyvern Eye."

He mercifully ended his pose and looked at the two. "Certainly you have heard tell of my gallantry and legendary skill with a spear. Indeed, is it not affirmed by every tongue in this world that none fly higher than Wylliam?" It was, of course, not, but that wouldn't stop him from saying it. Wylliam grinned from the euphoria of his self-love. "So who, may I ask, are the two that have the honor of my comapny?"
 
Jonad was lucky enough to have enough of his hair fall down past his eyes, to shield for the sun.

The birds had begun to sing, and the surroundings had begun to warm up.
Steam-like smoke rose from the moist areas, as it where warmed up enough from the night.

Jonad awoke slowly, "ARGG.. Sun" he held up his hands, shielding his eyes from the sun. "Thats it, the next time i hear a rumor of the so called 'sunglasses', I'm getting some" he complained.

After a few minutes, when his eyes where more used to the sun, he got up, and brushed the dirt, and grass from his robe.
He looked around, but saw that the party was not full. The young boy was missing, and the girl from yesterday. Hopefully her wound had healed.
"Perhaps I should offer her a painkiller" Jonad mumbled to himself.

If nothing else, he was off to the river, to wash his face, and drink some clean water.
 
Jake pulled his head out of the water, shaking his head to dry his hair a little. He'd transformed back into a human during his night watch, and had been thinking ever since Cairn had mentioned the Dragons.

He'd thought about how he was one of the few left, how if he and Hera didn't do something quickly enough, the entire race would be destroyed. He'd thought about how much work he'd done, and how much there was left to do. No matter what, neither he nor Hera could gain any ground on Sukani; he kept heading them off at every turn, destroying race after race before they could get there to help. It was only rarely that they had managed to overtake him and keep worlds from falling.

With a cry of frustration, Jake beat his fist on the ground, making a small indentation in the ground. What could he do? Why weren't they making any headway? He shook from head to toe in anger, and he could hear his sword rattling in the sheath on his back. At least gramps had the decency to leave me be, Jake thought bitterly.

Jake heard footsteps behind him, and whirled around, unsheathing his sword and pointing it at the approaching person. He relaxed; it was one of the men who was with the group last night. With a grunt, Jake turned around and sat facing the river.

Calling over his shoulder, he asked bitterly, "So why didn't you fight last night?"
 
As Jonad was closing in on the river, there where one there already.
As he approached he suddenly found himself facing a massive zweihander sword.

A few seconds later, the sword user withdrew his sword, and seemed to breath lighter.
Jonad swallowed his heard back down, and walked towards the water edge.

He keeled in front of it, and cupped his hands under the clear water.
A quick splash later, and his face where completely wet.
A slight shake, and it dissapeared. The sun and the skin itself took care of the excessive moisture.

"So why didn't you fight last night?" The young boy asked. He didn't look more then around the age of 16. Yet he wielded that large sword.

"I am Jonad, a Cleric." He started as he sat down not too far from the boy. And looked towards the sky
"It has always been a forbidden act for us Clerics to use edged weapons, and attack at all if we can avoid it. My skills lie in healing, and the such, not in fighting" Jonad answered truthfully.

He lied down on his back. "Don't get me wrong, Id like to help, but in battle I'm more or less useless." Jonad sighed
 
"A healer, huh?" Jake said. "Well, we fight in our own ways, I guess."

Jake stood and stared over the river. "I'm Jake, a warrior from Earth. Maybe it's just me, but I can't see why you shouldn't defend yourself. Yeah, you should prevent harm if you can, but if you have to fight, shouldn't you?" He sighed. He wasn't going to try and start an argument, but there was something he needed to know.

"What if your loved ones were on the verge of death? What if you were the last one standing, the final wall between sanity and madness? What if you were the only thing that stood between preservation and destruction? Would you fight then?"
 
"What if your loved ones were on the verge of death? What if you were the last one standing, the final wall between sanity and madness? What if you were the only thing that stood between preservation and destruction? Would you fight then?"

"Well, Jake, We all have our price I guess. I have ways of stopping opponents, but they require physical contact. Though, used with enough strength. I can kill someone with a single spell. I stated that it is forbidden to kill, but I never stated that one could stay by the laws at all times."

Jonad got up, and brushed of the grass from his robe.
"If all came to that, I have a few tricks that could be used, as well as a knife. Though, as I stated. My skills lied in healing. I never stated that it was all I'm capable of" he smiled to the young boy
 
Hejaloki left Julius to rest alone.

So Hejaloki set to walk around the city. Warning those who would listen and those who wont.

Hejaloki just finished a speech in front of some citizens. Started to think of the dark being inside of Julius. Could it be him...
 
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