"It's your desicion the way you exist as a fiction....." "Even killing you won't erase your existence... at most you'll exist into an spiritual form.. or any other of the post-dead existences in fiction... It's completely different as being removed from existence" "So it's up to you..... I won't remove from you the concept of freewill...."
"It's your desicion the way you exist as a fiction....." "Even killing you won't erase your existence... at most you'll exist into an spiritual form.. or any other of the post-dead existences in fiction... It's completely different as being removed from existence" "So it's up to you..... I won't remove from you the concept of freewill...."
Jaharra gritted her teeth, "Then what is the purpose of all this? To remain here forever as "fiction"?" she spat.
"Is what you are after all.... blame the reality beings who had control over your will... even your anger doesn't belong to you...." "At the beginning your purpose was to be a vessel for the Root...... but Valanthia was the chosen one. I begun to think... that it was pre-wrote to be like that... so since the beginning you could had no purpose in real.... besides entertanment..... the main purpose of fictional beings is to be a source of entertainment for the reality beigns.,.."
Felix and Dexter both screamed in pain. It felt like their minds were being smashed together and ripped apart at the same time. He fell to one knee, the attack was to great. Felix used the pain to his advantage he sent a blast of ice razor sharp ice shards at Athalia, using his pain as a push for his power.
"Tch, entertainment . . . you sound like the bounty hunter who slew my brother. He wanted to use me as "entertainment" but i ripped out his heart . . . guess being fictional isn't all too bad if the person who writes your story at least gives you your revenge." Jaharra said, crossing her arms. Unknowingly, she sat down, her body had chosen so and not her mind. How had she gotten so tired all of a sudden?
The ice shards fired by Dexter hit the body of Atahlia completely.... but they were useless... they didn't damaged its body at all..... despite it was once Valanthia's body since Atahlia occupied it, the resistance of the body increased to unquantificable levels.... "Why do you continue to struggle?... is the will of the reality beings? is that???..... Why don't you accept your fate like Jaharra's body.... Her body independent of her will decided not to fight.... Or Nadeem... whose will was the one who took the desicion....." As soon as Atahlia snapped its fingers Dexter was surrounded by a ring..... "Move and that ring will slowly consume you...."
Dexter took control of the body "Because I ain't a quitter. Hell look at me I'm in a room of psychopaths, criminals, people who's lives are so fucked they hate even thinking about it. But that ain't me Athalia. I don't seek any grand wishes, I don't ask for the world to be better, hell I could care less about the world in general. But you know what I am? I'm a cockroach. You can beat me.......hell you can even kill me. But no matter what you do, someway, somehow I'll be back. I tend to bug people if you get my drift. Sure your big and powerful but I'm not about to yield to your authority. I haven't yielded to any of theirs." He said grinning as he nodded towards The Seeds and Seekers. "So you wanna fucking ask why I don't give up? Because unlike these fellas I ain't got nothing to fight for. So I'm doing what I always do. Being a scumbag cockroach by resisting you." He finished by lighting a cigarette. "Oh wait Athalia did you want one?" (I must say Dexter I'm impressed.) "Yup." He replied. (Though were probably gonna die.) "Yup."
"Oh Thanks!" said while taking the cigarrette from Dexter and litting it. "You're an admirable fragment" said after expelling some smoke. "Perhaps was your lack of motivation for the wish the reason that you didn't win the race.... otherwise I'm sure you could had been the winner and new body..." "However... this is a situation that goes far beyond any guts or miracle.... the script says that you won't win.. this is more than fate or any law!! Do you understand it?"
Dexter laughed "Oh yeah I know were fucked. But I'm still gonna keep going. You could have your spawns read my past aloud. But I'm sure you already know I have no regrets or secrets. I've stolen from people, I've spit on them to, lied to them and Though I'm no psychopath I have killed two people indirectly. But hey shit happens." He stated puffing away at his cigarette. "Hell I can't be the only guy to talk down to you can I?" He asked. (Interesting turn of events)
Jaharra looked at Dexter, "No der Einstein; you were normal by most standards until Felix took over you. Everyone else here suffered through their lives and became things that are not considered in the least to be normal. I'm a bounty hunter; i kill for a living. Would you call that normal?" she snapped, crossing her legs and looking at her swords, cleaning any grime off of them. "Look, Athalia -just what do you plan to do now anyways if we can't resist you or do anything to harm you? I'd like to not have any nasty surprises if you're so confident." she said, withdrawing her swords back into her wrists with a quiet swish, "The Root was used and the world is back to the way it was before -does that mean it went back in time and everyone who died is alive now, or did everyone just resurrect?" Fragment, she remembered Athalia calling Dexter then. Thinking about it, the title suited them. They certainly weren't human.
Dexter laughed at Jaharra "As I said my dear, a room full of people with crazy pasts. That ain't me, I'm just an everyday scumbag who may have an interesting criminal record." He stated flipping off Jaharra. "You guys though, you Seeds, Seekers, Spawns, Felix and Athalia. You guys got so much crazy shit in your pasts it makes me look normal. Heck as far as I can tell I don't have a dead brother nor have I been raped by friends, nor am I fiction itself. I'm just me." He said causally as he finished his cigarette
"Look, Athalia -just what do you plan to do now anyways if we can't resist you or do anything to harm you? I'd like to not have any nasty surprises if you're so confident." she said, withdrawing her swords back into her wrists with a quiet swish, "The Root was used and the world is back to the way it was before -does that mean it went back in time and everyone who died is alive now, or did everyone just resurrect?" "I WANT THE WORLD TO BE WHAT IT USED TO BE ONCE......" Said firmly Atahlia "That was Valanthia's wish.... He never wished for all that were died to be revived...." "But I did return the world to how it was used to be...." .................................. "But tell me Jaharra..... can you tell me how did the world used to be once??"
Jaharra looked at Athalia with dark eyes. "I would think that Mytahlia could explain that for you, but in my life the world used to be better -when my brother was alive. We almost always had to steal for food but during this one time i remember there was so much food to be had in the markets that the store-keepers simply gave us scraps and that ammounted to enough for us to get by on." Jaharra found ehrself smiling slightly as she realized something. "Though i may not appreciate Mytahlia making me suffer os much i guess she made me know what was really worth happiness."
A sad tale without an end. "Mpph... your words reveal your lack of understanding......" Atahlia then walked toward Jaharra and said.... "What I mean is this.... was the world in the one you lived a real one?..." Yeah.... there was one more revelation into this sudden turn of events.... one that would just show how miserable their efforts were. "Your world was real only to your perception... but you were all just lying into a wasteland..... Come to think about it... how is that only you knew that Scion existed?" Atahlia smiled and continued.... "Because Scion is a fake city..... A massive yet fake mimic of reality build only inside your minds..... " It pulled from its hand an small sphere... and from it images started to show... showing the destruction of Scion... "That black shadow and red air... they aren't destroying the world.... they're showing the true form of the world.... after the air expands... it will completely clean itself... revealing the truth of the world.." "Gerad never destroyed Scion!!!....He assumed that he did... because his eyes can see the fake reality... thus he saw the Scion that only existed in your own minds... And then once the add the Emereuk Nystalligmu.... the process of showing the true form of the real world started..." Again smiled and said... "That's your world in real.... The Cocoon of Dream that was covered by the mimic of reality called Earth... In other words... what you thought to be reality is a lie... because this is fiction, and now all the beings used to live into reality will face the fiction.." This because the Cocoon of Dream is the world that mixes mimic of reality with fiction.... a prototype of what I plan to do with the reality once I reach to it. ------------- "But fragmets.... you still deny the true shape of your journey...... I think you should revive it again.... and again.... and again... .it will be your punishment.... the appropiate punishment for a sin that is to deny the divine revelation" Atahlia then raised its hand toward the group and said.. "Mytahlia... the head of the hunter..." Mytahlia then stood up and grab the head, with a swift move she throwed it toward the group were.... Then an energy of an unknown color started to form from Atahlia's hand... and in an instant enveloped the Seekers, Seeds, and Gerad's head.... And without leaving a trace they dissapeared completely from the room... as if they never stood in there at the first place. "Die unendliche Geschichte, The Neverending story.......You'll live your journey from Scion to this place for an eternity....You'll conserve your thoughts and memories.... but your actions are already pre wrote... so you cannot escape your fate" Said Atahlia despite the group already dissapeared... And it happened that way.... until now they had been living their journey of pain and sorrow endless times.... without getting older... without having rest.... without dying.... without ceasing to exists.... This is the fate of those who opposed the will of the fiction. A fate worse than death itself ~Phase I: The Conception - End~
The Realization. Thou who seek for the point of Origin Know that is thy fault the condemnation of this land. Know that is thy fault for this fate to cross through all the corners of this world. Know that thy journey is a horrible one. Thy journey is a futile one. Yet thou shall continue seeking for the Root. Thou already gave birth to the end. Thou shall travel to the palace of dreams, where the Root thou seek for rests. Oh the Root, point of origin, manifestation of dreams. Though a legend it is, certain is, the Root any wish shall concede. Even restoring this world leadeth to a cruel fate by thy actions. Even planting a new seed for this world to grow anew. Even removing it all, leading it all to naught. Even becoming the god that will reign overall. Such is the power of the Root that thou seek for. But be warned anew, this journey is a horrible, a futile one, filled with suffering, filled with pain. Thou who hath lived in flesh the end of this journey, thy journey. Relate how horrible it was? How painful it was? How pointless it was? Thou who still hath to learn its meaning. Thou shall revive it once again. And if that's not enough for thou to grasp the meaning of thy journey. Then thou shall revive it as many moons as needed. Either thou learn from it. Either thou just stop thinking. Chronicles of the Unreal Part II Cocoon of Dreams Phase II The Realization
The Neverending Story A girl was sitting across a bench in the middle of a park that existed right in the center of the magnificent city of Scion. Her eyes crossed with the eyes of a man who sat across.... the man a tall one wearing a silver suit... his name used to be Valanthia Citifon. But this man is no more that a piece put there at difference of the girl. The girl didn't wanted to cross eyes with the man, but it was pre determinated to... so it happened. She tried to resist the story many times... But it had already ben wrote, and they were just the characters, it was their role to act.... they had no will of their own after all. "He..." "Heheheh..." "Hahahahahaahahahah......" Laughed the girl who looked at the man... with blank and empty eyes. "You know?.... this city is gonna dissapear soon.... but it doesn't matter. It isn't real after all!!!" said to the man across her.... but the man ignored her, after all it was just a piece. Because that man no longer existed. "It will be horrible.... but now that I think about it, is a pretty awesome sight!!! Hahahahaha" said the girl who was reviving this event for around the 100th time. ---------------------------- A man with a white coat stood in front of there, his intentions were not to fight... but to escape, still the survivors of the disasted could not avoid but go against him.... it was wrote already after all. This man was a piece too.... because right now he is no more than a head... a head lost in some point of this tale. "Nananananana!!! You can't kill me!!!" said Nadeem while shooting the man with a machinegun.... this was like the 134th time she did that. ---------------------------- "Now we're gonna separate... but it doesn't matter, because the Seekers will win.... We're a bunch of sore losers... isn't it? isn't it?" said while the each member of the respective groups get on their respective vehicle, of course against their will.... though this sound strange considering they have no will at all. "And then after about a day or two... SURPRISE!!!!! Some psycho girl or boy with a sword will pierce the ceiling of the truck!!!!!" Said Nadeem predicting the event that will happen for the 218th time. ----------------------------- "Hey, hey, you aren't even here no?... you're like an illusion or some fake character right?. After all you should probably be licking the balls of your dear mother!!!" Exclaimed against the piece of Ou who was about to attack her "Your mom has balls!!!! Your mom has balls!!!" mocked with a song just a moment before being impaled by Ou's blade for the 456th time.... "I'll sing this everytime I see you again!!!... Your mom has balls!!!" ---------------------------- "Hi!!! my dear brother Kairo. Is good to see you for the uuuum kinda like thousand time... I forgot!!!!" joked in front of her dear brother. "Yes I promised to leave you abandoned and never come back!!!!! that's my duty as your sister!!!" said while staring with empty eyes at the young boy. "But why do I worry? probably you aren't even real... as everything... nothing is real no?" This was the 678th time this event happened. ---------------------------- "It's so easy to steal a zeppelin!!!! we just fight against a bunch of mafiosos, then bring down a giant colossuss. Trust me, is far easier done than said." Said happily to the other Seeds, despite they already knew that it would happen that way 763th time. ---------------------------- "Woooohooo!!! It's shaking and shaking and shaking!!!" exclaimed inside the zeppelin in the middle of an storm 897th time ---------------------------- "Hiya!! Gerad!!! long time no see ya... wait I did it the previous story... and guess what, it was the same!!!" "Now I'll run away and let you here fighting with my partners... then I'll go climb the stairs only to be mutilated by the fake Valanthia. AWESOME!!!" 978th time. ---------------------------- "No,no, no, Stop Mytahlia... or fake Mytahlia. I'll read it. Ejem. Here everyone!!! the story of how I ruined all the life of you..... oh right! I cannot, I must pierce my eyes, please continue dear psychotic fictional friend" said while Mytahlia took the book of Nadeem. At this point not even Nadeem care about it anymore. 986th time ---------------------------- "Nope, you're not the all fiction. You're just a fake Atahlia placed here, just to repeat the events, the real one should be kinda trying to reach the reality, that it isn't us by the way!!" said interrupting Atahlia's piece monologue. 1000th time ---------------------------- As you can see.... the repetition of the same event, had really destroyed the mind of the young Nadeem Belberus.... For it is a fate worse than death itself For is her wish to die and even stop existing. For this is the appropiate punishment.
Dexter sat in the zeppelin for about the 1000th or so time. He wasn't suffering from insanity, in fact he was quite comfortable. But if it wasn't for Felix he would have been a mad man by now. The two had been constantly switching in and out. When one entered the other would go into an abstract plane. Were there is no sense of time or space. Dexter had been using his body a lot less nowadays. Felix could handle the repeating situations. Dexter on the other hand would spend days (minutes to himself) in the abstract world, leaving mostly Felix in control. Felix was not a human being, time was not something he was used to. Doing the journey over again was more bothersome then any actual insanity. He would regularly keep up conversations with Dexter. As for the others, they all seemed to be going insane if you will. (Hey Felix mind if I take over) Felix nodded. Once again for a first time in awhile Dexter had been put back into control of his body. He looked around the zeppelin at the faces around him. He gave a loud yawn. "Man nothing like a nap eh? You know when life gives you lemons you make lemonade." He stated smiling. Heck life wasn't to bad, he never ran out of cigarettes anymore. Though he did miss sex. God did he miss it! But other than that he was pretty content. He had considered trying to get with Nadeem. But she was seemed to be going nuts. He wouldn't feel right about trying anything with her, in her current state and would feel a hell of a lot worse if it actually happend. Dexter may have been scum, but he wasn't that type of scum. He sighed and smoked his cigarette. Felix took control again once he was finished. "This situation is most troubling." He stated aloud
Jaharra looked blankly into Gerad's face for the hundredth time as the spear impaled her stomach. Deep within her, her mind was still as stone, unmoving, unchanging. Althea might think he could break her will, but he would find out that such a deed would prove impossible. She remainder perfectly silent throughout the whole ordeal, ignoring Nadeem's insanse laughter with a slightly pinched-looking mouth. When she came around into the zeppelin again, she stirred from what was close to a coma -some state of mind where she sipmly dozed as the time passed in a blur around her. "Nadeem, are you so weak that you give up on your own brother who you worked so hard to protect?" Jaharra finally said one day, glaring at the woman with one crimson eye. "If you are, then if this ever ends i vow to end your life the first chance i get. It might be the best thing for your health." Jaharra sighed and looked at Dexter, for once actually not annoyed by him. She was just so tired of all of this. Over and over again, even if she could put her mind in a stasis akin to death to pass the time. "Tch -you're never gonna change are you Dex?" Jaharra almost laughed when she saw Dexter eying Nadeem -clearly giving a big hint as to what he was missing the most at that moment. She sighed and withdrew back into her mind again, criticizing her fighting tactics and improving upon them even if she had no control over her current body's moevements. If she was ever freed, she would become one of the most lethal fighters that had ever existed.
Geo's looks outward unfazed by the cage locking him in from the battlefield, his breathing begins slowing down although his lungs were moving no air entered in or out it would only be a matter of time before he succumbs to suffocation but still he only ignores the minor pain. He reaches into his pockets and pulls out a small shard he holds in his palm, this is what he picked up after the battle with the dragon, at the time he thought nothing of it only kept it as a sort of souvenir. He closes his hand and with all his might he begins to focus his energies into the shard it glows brightly as it absorbs his power and his only desire but at the end it only faintly losses its glow when he is to tired to continue. He holds tightly to it almost embedding it into his palm as the body begins to die, only to saved when he is engulfed in the white light and finds himself at the start of his story. He understands his suffering to continue on to the same story with his end already predetermined always finding himself in the cage always stepping on the foot of death as he is forced to relive it all. Signs of the fatigue were on everyone's face as they were also forced redo all there wrongs but still Geo's continues on every now and then he would try to test what he can get away with from each reset eventually he found a way to continue conversing with the dragon that brought them to the Island with there fates predetermined the rule that was placed on her no longer mattered since they will achieve there goal no matter what. He spent what time he had with her conversing about her own journeys and troubles she had with spawns. Each time they spoke the dream after landing on the island started making a lot more sense to him. But no matter what he tried , even trying to kill Valanthia before he can make the wish, the result would be the same and anything going out of key events cannot be changed. No matter what at the end he finds himself in the cage waiting for death and each time he finds himself with another shard in his hand holding all of his power and his only desire before being forced to redo the same event.
The Child This is an event that happened nine months after the encounter of the survivors with Atahlia in the palace of dreams.... On this very moment the group is trapped inside the Neverending Story. This is an event concerning the Spawns and fiction itself. -------------- It was a painful birth... Mytahlia barely was able to withstood the pain of giving to birth a baby... But this one was special.... this one was the result of her act of raping the hunter... Thus this was the birth of the child of an Spawn and a Hunter... Perhaps it was due to the mix that it resisted to exist at first... but after a hard work the baby was born safely.... it was a boy. Mytahlia was now the mother of a healthy boy..... and the father was Gerad D. Poe... who also was trapped in the Neverending Story. After a day from its birth.. Mytahlia walked toward Atahlia while carrying the baby on her arms..... "Mother...." she said.... but it was suddenly interrupted by Atahlia who laughed and said.. "Call me father... it feels weird to be called mother with this body Hahahahah" "Uuum...right..." replied Mytahlia. "Well.... Father.... here is my son... the child of an spawn and a hunter.... a breed that will grow strong indeed. I know you can read my thoughts M...Father... You know it..." She then smiled and grab one of the many books she had in a bookshelf....."I finally understand what should go in the beginning point of this book... the only one that didn't had an origin.... the book of Valanthia Citifon...... Mot.... Father... lend me your powers, it's a predeterminated step for the project Scion to be totally complete" Atahlia's mouth widened and said "So.... I'll send this little child back in time... 24 years to the past... placed in the fake Scion... the massive mimic of reality. This is indeed your wish and a necessary step for my existence..." "Yes... thanks you father..." said Mytahlia while offering her son to Atahlia, who made it levitate to him. "This is the one who would be the vessel... the son of Mytahlia and Gerad....." "This is who will grow as Valanthia Citifon... unaware of his true roots... and destined to became one with the root and cease to exist..." pronounced Atahlia Then with a flash of lights the baby dissapeared.... "And now he had gone to live his life... his life that begun here, but will be wrote from 24 years in the past".... And this is how Atahlia sended back 24 years the baby born from Mytahlia and Gerad. A baby destined to become Valanthia Citifon, a baby destined to become Atahlia's vessel.
Breaking all A door was suddenly kicked with an enormous inhuman strenght... Normally Nadeem would had knocked... but does it matter?... what's wrote is that they'll enter the house, that's all. This was Nadeem's and Kairo's house, and they had arrived here once again. Nadeem stared at her brother with empty and blank eyes... while the piece fulfilled the role that was wrote regardless of Nadeem's actions. "Nadeem, are you so weak that you give up on your own brother who you worked so hard to protect?" said Jaharra to her. "Shut up.... it's just another one of the fake characters put here by Atahlia.... that thing is not my brother.... wish I could kill it... But I can't." replied with cold words. Kairo run towars Nadeem to hug her as he used to do several times... Nadeem just stood there and said "Get out of my body....you're pestering me............But you won't listen no?....." Deep inside the girl was totally destroyed in front of all this events, but overall because everytime she saw Kairo... she couldn't stop thinking in what fate did the boy had in their world... and she wasn't there to help him... she betrayed him. Slowly a tear fell from the eyes of the girl who even with that stare emotionless at the young boy. ............................ ............................" I finally made it!!"................... Screamed a voice that wasn't suppose to be there. Then suddenly .......The world had been cut in two. Kairo stood there fulfilling its role in the story with the smile of rejoyce that usually wore once Nadeem entered into his house...... And he had been cut in half at an angle, the top part of him slowly sliding off to the side. No, that wasn't quite right. That wasn't right after all. It wasn't just Kairo. The whole world had been sliced in half at an anglem and was slowly sliding off to the side. Then inmediatly after fissures seemed to appear across the world, it shattered!!. The whole reality broke into pieces, revealing a blank space of nothingness.... In front of them a man wearing a black coat stood... his sword in hand, the one that cut this world in half. It was the hunter... Gerad D. Poe. "..........Y....You...." said Nadeem in front of the man..... "What are you doing here?... you don't appear on this act... you play your role later..." The man, Gerad stood in front of them, his sword dissapeared and then he spoke... "....20 years..... it took 20 years for me to generate a new body only from my head..." "...20 y...years??? what do you mean?... this isn't your dialogue.." asked Nadeem who still was suffering the effects of being trapped into the neverneding story. The hunter looked at her and said... "Huh?... I came here to free you all from Atahlia's skill. Using this sword that can deny illusions!!" To explain it... Gerad created a new body and then came to broke the Neverending story created by Atahlia, this rejoined the group into a blank space, this including Smith who never went to Kairo's house... but why would he do that?. As if he were to be reading this narration, Gerad continued. "I'm the hunter of fiction who had been traveled in a journey to stop Atahlia from showing up again... but it seems that we ended right into the play of the Spawns.... So Atahlia had come again... for it's my job to stop it. I had free you all, because I'll need your strenght." He pointed his finger to the group and said. "You all had been able to hold a fight against Spawns and you even defeated Namila and I.... you're strong... I'll need the help of you all to stop Atahlia's scheme." Nadeem interrupted him with an scream "Hey!!! what does make you think that you have any authority over us???... If you had never appeared, then this would had never happened!! This is your fault..... Besides.... we don't have a motivation to fight against Atahlia...... what reason could have to do?" Gerad showed a face of dissapointment "Yes.. is my fault... but as I said is because Spawns played with us.... regarding motivation...... there is a chance...." "A chance? for what???" asked Nadeem curiously. "We'll talk about that later... for now let's get outta here" screamed the man, leading the group across a nothingness through a path that didn't exist, but that he seemed to knew well. And then they reached what seemed to be a tunnel.... a tunnel whose walls were made of that bothersome energy.... "This is what other's fictions call a wormhole... it travels through dimensions. We'll use it to reach the Cocoon of Dreams!!!" Then Gerad readied to enter into the tunnel yet he said one more thing. "Once inside you'll feel how your body will be torn into pieces... remember that you're fictional characters.. and as fictions the physics doesn't have meaning... Ignore the thought, ignore the feeling. It will only become real if you accept it........ This will be a long walk across the wormhole, you'll have to endure as much as you can.." Nadeem wanted to comply... she still didn't wanted to met Atahlia again..... but she would take any chance to left that Neverending Story... so she jumped across the tunnel.... As soon as she entered, she felt how her insides tried to reverse from her body and be expelled from her mouth... how her fingers wanted to broke imploding inside of her... How her head tried to twist itself into random patterns... Yet focusing all her thoughts into it Nadeem rejected those ideas as Gerad ordered her. I must not anknowledge that I will be destroyed... I must not... I must not... I must not Repeated inside of her mind while his very concept resisted the fate of the wormhole. They run across it with all their strenght.. for a very long time... it was uknown how many time had passed while they walked through that tunnel that defied physics. Their minds and bodies already tired for the repeated event, grow even more tired, yet they resisted it. "They... expected us..." said Gerad who suddenly stopped. Then three figures quickly passed across them as a lightning, and now were behind them. As soon as the group turned their heads to face them, they noticed who they were. Three Spawns... the three Ceriels were guarding the exit of this wormhole...... Two of them, Hs and Ds stood up in the above part of the tunnel. While in what could be called the floor, the figure of Ou showed. Gerad readied his sword "This isn't good... the three of them together... but this mean that the exit is close to us..." Ou revealed a blade in one hand... and another one in the other... over him/her the other two ceriels adopted their respective stances. Then Ou spoke. "You should had lived into that tale for all eternity until your mind had completely been consumed.... but because you decided to oppose Mother you'll receive punishment!!!" Gerad's face showed how nervous he was... Nadeem's face showed how shocked her was. But one thing was certain... the exit of the wormhole was close...
Jaharra blinked in surprise as she was finally freed, and dropped ot the floor for a moment before remembering how to control her own movements. When they had come across the Spawns she crouched, readying to fight. Her blood-red eyes narrowed dangerously and her swords slid with ease out of her wrists, lethal points gleaming as she grinned and revealed twin fangs. She was out for blood, and she charged at the Spawns, swigning her swords- CLANG!!! Jaharra froze, her body quivering from the exertion as the blade of a massive scythe stuck out of the ground just in front of her, the curved blade just touching her throat. Her eyes widened in alarm. How had she not seen that? Slowly turning her head and backing away, Jaharra hissed as she saw a strange figure take shape behind the scythe. Dense robes covered his body, and a scarf wrapped around the top of his head covered his eyes, leaving only his nose and mouth visible. The weapon he weilded was a double-headed scythe, each blade easilly as tall as him, and demanding massive strength to even pick up let alone fight with. Pulling the point of the scythe out of the ground, the newcomer stood to his full height, one hand keeping hold of the scythes as he hung it across his shoulders. His mouth was pinched, and his lip curled to reveal a fang as he seemed to be looking at the group before him. The Spawns stood directly behind him, and before Jaharra could even catch a glimpse of what he did the scythes were spinning, the wooden shaft humming as the blades sang through the air. "Took long enough for that to finally stop. Would someone please explain why my life has been repeated over and over for roughly half an eternity?" he said, and Jaharra backed up a step, sweat beading her brow as the man pulled off the scarf over his eyes to reveal twin orbs the color of white lightning. "K-Koth . . ." she whispered, trembling violently. "H-how are you . . .?" Her brother quirked a smile at her and pointed his scythe at Gerad and then gestured at the Spawns behind him, for he didn't even bother to seem to defend himself against them, "The Hunter is it? These guys causing toruble?" The Judicator had arrived.
Dexter skidded to a halt when he saw the Ceriels. He had finally been freed from that damn prison. Granted Felix didn't like Gerad to much. But hey for as far as Dexter was concerned he on the level. Dexter would sure miss not running out of cigarette's though. (Dexter seems the path to freedom, is beyond these spawns) "No shit sherlock." He stated, as a fireball popped on his finger. (We still have high chance of losing) Dexter smiled "Please, I don't lose I just get my ass kicked until I pull a win." He stated starting to grin. He then looked up at The Spawns he was about to speak. But then Johnny giant scythe shows up. He watched him and Jaharra converse. Dexter rolled his eyes, he was about to say something awesome then this guy steals his mojo. (Feeling a little jealous?) Dexter groaned "No. Hey!" He shouted "I don't know who you are Johnny Giant Scythe! But your stealing my thunder!" He shouted at Koth. "Let me show you all how its done." With that Dexter unexpectedly blasted the fireball at Ou's face.
