The Sundering of the Soul

[Syn Thornheart]

Not noticing his body was being dragged he would stand right up, his face smacking into the wing of Eirik. Gasping slightly those hues would be bright open. He would look from side to side his leg slightly healed. Wincing slightly as he moved he would slowly move out of the large dragons wings.

"What the.." He would take in deep breaths. Looking around he notice that his body was still inplace. A few brusies here and there. He would get angry, Lina would feel that pendate blaze up once more. Those lavander hues would be gone, replaced with those deathly feared red ones. His hair changing from black to blue. His skin turning into almost scales. His hands becomming claws, his teeth becomming sharp and fang like.

"WARRRRRRRRRRRR!" He screamed out at the top of his lungs. His skin turning a slight blue color. Standing there, breathing as white smoke would escape those blue founded lips. He would growl, sadly enough, Syn lost control. He finally lost control. The demon side took over the mage. He was now lost in his own anger and phycopathical mind.

"WARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" He called out once more as his body exploded with dark energy. His body rising up into the sky, the clouds above him turning as black as night. Red crimsion thunderbolts escapeing the clouds and marking there presence onto the land that he was in.

"WARRRRRRRRRRR!" He screamed out once more, his eyes turning pure white, viens appearing on his throat and arms, his nails digging into his skin as the blood flowed down onto the floor from the distance of the height that he was in the air. As it dropped down, smoke would come out.

This was the true form of Syns demonic side. When he loses control. When the only thing on his mind was Blood, Rage, Gore, and Death. War had it comming to him, Death had it comming to him as well.

This was no longer a simple fight between A God and a Horseman, This was now a fight between A Demon and a Horseman.

[Nym Zeal]

The dragon was startled. That was the first thing Nym felt, a sense of unease coming from Eirik in the fields. The the crack of thunder on what had been an otherwise clear day. None od this boded well, she thought, leaving Xia with the firelizard for a time. "Just a moment," she assured herself, lacing her boots as she glanced over to her napping daughter. She looked so peaceful when she slept, nearly angelic. The concern for Eirik was increasing though, Nym making a quick move down the mage tower stairs and toward the main doors, exiting quickly and on her way to the fields.

The sight that mether was not entirely comforting. She could hear Syn calling for War, could tell it was him only by the recognition that Eirik gave him. Nearer she moved then, placing herself at her dragon's side as she looked up. No, this was unlikely to go well. She could see the blood dripping from the sky. "Syn!" she yelled, trying to be heard, "You are hurt! Come down!" ... "Please," she whispered, pulling her lower lip beneath her top teeth for a second, trying to think of something to do.

How could someone she'd once loved so greatly feel like a stranger now? But, she thought, she'd never loved this side of him. She'd never embraced his demonic side. Perhaps that was where the wrong started? It really wasn't the time to analyze the fall of a marriage, though. "SYN!"

[Syn Thornheart]

"WARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" His screaming got harder and harder, to the point that his voice was gone. At that single moment his aura would expand out the area that he was in. Everything turned black and white color. Another aura left his body and everything turned reverse color of what should be. Yet then another aura left his body, turning everything to a normal color. Then he would open his eyes, those hues pure white.

"WARRRRRRRRR!" He got his voice back, at that moment his hands would expand out as well as his feet, expanded outward to each of his side. All of those aura colors would come into Syn, a mix of the other colors as this happened. Closing his eyes, one more burst of energy would leave his body. The area around him would be a darker color of a crimsion red.

[Nym Zeal]

She had two choices. She could leave or she could stay. Neither particularly seemed to affect what Syn was going to do, the mage too far gone now. Nym doubted she still even had the ability to make him see her at least, to make him remember and even care. It stung, actually, remembering back to the times he had, in fact, cared so greatly. Perhaps that was what kept her here, a need to at least be there to help him if possible. She worried, watching him hover so high in the air and screaming. Slowly Nym sank against Eirik, the slight rider trying to hide against the large dragon as her face was upraised. She watched the play on colors, the changes, his anger. She could do little more than watch...

Unless... she looked to Eirik and then back up. If they flew up there...

No, that was unwise when she wasn't sure how much of Syn remained. Regardless, most exhusbands hold resentment toward their exwives. Yes, most definitely not a wise thought...

She sighed, sinking to the ground and keeping her dark green eyes raised. Hopefully all this magic in the air would not awaken Xia or, worse yet, her curiousity. Nym just hoped Lady would give her a little warning first. Things seemed to be going well, at least. Maybe Syn would wear himself out while he was up there, maybe he would fall out of the sky in exhaustion and then Nym could have him carried up to the healers. Or the priests, at this rate!

[reddrgnspirit]

As she attempts to get to her feet in the main room of her castle, she's knocked back down by the energy in the pendant. Landing on her bum, she blinks and crys out, grasping the pendant in one hand to hold it up and look at it. It was dark red in color and blazing hot, though not affecting her since she was a fire dragon. Holding it up to the torch light in the room, the pendant becomes almost transparent, and she could see the dark red inside of it begin to swirl around within it's diamond walls. "Blood...Damnit Syn!" It was then she knew that he had fully turned. He'd lost control and there was no bringing him back until it was over.

Pushing to her feet again, she tucks the necklace down into her shirt, beneath her vest, lacing the vest up tightly so that it didn't fall out and was seen. Once on her feet, she finally takes a few steps towards the door that lead to the main hallway where the stairs were. Moving slowly, she takes another few steps. Hitting her like a brick castle wall was a sharp pain in her abdomen. Clutching at her stomach, she falls to her knees, gripping the doorframe hard enough to leave finger marks in the wood that framed out the entryway.

As the pain subsides, she looks down, her breeches were now soaked in blood and she screams.

"Caaeeluum!!"

That was the last thing that would be heard from her before falling unconscious again from the loss of so much blood.

[Stoic Soul]

Death would feel the demonic energies from where he now was, within two days march of the castle, killing any hapless who should find himself in the way of the warrior. Death's power would flow off of him like an extension of the midnight robes which covered Anduin's body, the air around him was colder then the most brutal of arctic winds. A cruel chuckle would escape Anduin's lips as he stopped for a moment, Death turning to face the direction from which the demonic energies were emanating: so, the fools lost himself to his demon. Oh well, it wont be as fun killing him if he doesnt fear dying, but none the less, that one has been spared from me too many times. :with a another chuckle Death would turn, resuming his journey, which would lead him right to the castle.

[Syn Thornheart]

"WARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" He called out in rage. He felt a familar presence, and he turned towards it. Those hues would narrow down as his body just bolted out of the sky. A rather large explosion would be heard. He broke the sound barrier, he was flying at the highest of speeds. That red aura following around him, it was literally covering the whole area. From the castle view if anybody was that high up, they would notice the darkend crimsion red skies moving towards Death.

After a few moments of flying that quickly across the skies, there he stopped. His eyes locked down onto the being below him...Death... He would narrow his eyes down. Holding out a hand, slowly forming a small black aura around his hand.

"Gyza Beam." He let those demonic sounds be heard as he shoot down a pure wave of energy down onto Death. He aimed it at him, with enough brute strength to make a rather large crater/hole in the ground. Atleast a good 15 feet deep and 20 feet wide. He wasnt kidding. He wanted to end this.

[Nym Zeal]

That was it. Nym was only a slight human, not capable of keeping watch over the father of her child any longer when he went to just speeds to get elsewhere. Her only course of action now was to start issuing her own version of commands, "Eirik," she said, turning, "Have the cats limit themselves to the gardens. Those are, at any rate, protected and their keen eyes can assist to seeing it remains such. You and the young silver, however, are to retreat to the Sanctuary immediately. Maximus will not fail me, I know. He will see you, dearest of friends, remain safe and out of harms way." She rested her cheek against the side of Eirik's head, closing her eyes and letting the quiet be about them a time before she pulled away.

"Make haste. I can not protect him, but I can see my creatures well." She stepped back, watching the dragon take to the air without argument. Eirik knew as well as her that there were more reasons for sending him away if GoldenMyst's grounds were under seige. She waited until he could no longer be seen in the sky before she turned and hurried back to the castle, rushed back to where she'd left their daughter sleeping in the mage tower.

There she would remain, in the safety of the castle walls with Xia.

[kalimofvalmont]

Kalim had been rummaging through his knapsack out of sheer boredom as he sat on the bed in his old room. The seven year old pulled out a leather book that was buckled shut. A brow was raised as the child undid the buckle and opened the book to peruse its contents. It was a journal. The boy looked through it, not really caring much for what it said until he came to a particular passage:

Tonight may be the last night I live this way for a long time. I've decided to accept the offer from the natives and have them restore my body to a youthful condition. I will lose all knowledge of my current memories which is why I am writing this. I will transcribe my memories here in case they are ever needed in the future. My only regret is that I was not strong enough to face them all one last time, and give them a proper goodbye.

The child blinked for a moment, and continued to read. Mild interest was replaced by that curious and inquisitive nature of his. The boy read all different passages about his life, the real events that had happened to him before he forgot everything. And it was all starting to make sense to him. All the visions he had been seeing were finally starting to clear up.
After about an hour or so of reading over transcribed memories, the boy came to a list of names. He read over the list slowly, noting all the names from Nicho to Nym, Solace to Angel, and Syn to Anduin.

"Anduin?" the child said out loud as he looked up from the book. The child had overheard on several occasions that Anduin had returned to the lands as the essence of death and had been wreaking havoc. But as the boy read the passage from the journal again, he had a different feeling inside of him. It was a sense of friendship.

Anduin Lothar - When I first came to this land, I was on a mission from the Order. I was to slay the battousai, the manslayer. During my early days in the kingdom, I was befriended by this man Anduin and soon learned that he harbored a small hatred for demons. I focused on this and persuaded him to join my cause, and together we established a small secret order to rid demons. Although I had tricked him at first, I later came to realize the kindness of this man and the goodness of his heart. We became best of friends, and I was able to see that the way I had been living my life was wrong. He made me question the values of my life, and the way I had lived it for several years. But he disappeared after awhile, and I had not heard from him again. If I ever do, I will do what I can to rekindle that lost friendship for I had never had best friends until I met him and Angel.

There was another passage in the list of names that also caught his eye. He looked down at the name and read it over and over. "Syn Thornheart..."

Syn Thornheart - This man was both my best friend and my biggest rival. At first, I had been sent to kill him. But I was befriended by the lady Nym and could not bring myself to do harm to their relationship. Instead, I did my best to quell some difficulties that arose due to my arrival. After I realized the error of my ways, Syn and I quickly became friends. We shared many laughs, and I admired the man greatly. I feared for him as well however, being somewhat of the same kin. Like me, he is an angel. But he also possesses a demon half that instilled terrible horror in me the first time I had seen it come out. If I regain my memories after this transformation, I would like to see what has become of Syn. I hope he is doing well...

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The door to Kalim's room slammed shut, and heavy footsteps were heard running down the hall. A loud thud came, as if someone leaped over steps, followed by the pattering of leather boots against stone steps. A heavy fist banged on the mage tower door. "Nym! Open up!" Kalim stood outside her door panting slightly. He was back, and he wanted to help.

[Nym Zeal]

She'd been cleaning, dusting the empty places in the bookshelves and picking up toys from the floor where Xia tended to scatter them. She'd been shooing Lady from her path when the knocking and familiar voice startled her. The broom fell to the ground with a clatter and Nym hurried forward, opening the door to look at the young Kalimar.

She looked perplexed, truly. What was this about? "Yes, my dear? Has something happened?" It was so easy to jump to that conclusion, wasn't it? There had already been two deaths, after all. There was a new statue going into the gardens to commemorate one fallen hero. She worried, though. Oh but she worried, knowing her ex husband was someplace out there and never really knowing...

She didn't want Xia to only know him in stories of brave people. Sometimes having a hero for a father was a great price to pay, one that Nym didn't want her to learn. So the frantic knocking, the calling... it put her heart clear up into her throat.