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[Jonathan Strathmore]

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The spirits shifted and waned about him, focusing in his mind, stealing away once again. Each one a different face, faces he once knew, faces he could barely recognize now.

Many years had past for this once, and forever, young Strathmore, and with each was it's own special spirit.

Eva touched his cheek. "We've both retuned with a purpose son... the same purpose. But you can't go about it the way I do, and we cannot do it alone."

His eyes glinted the anger his heart had always held. A mother died at a father's hands, and now a daughter tormented by the same man.

His frown deepened, as his eyes searched the well. Only one helpful word in thousands of lost souls...

The time grew late, and the hour was dawning. His form wavered and shifted, his eyes focussing on the west.

"Zephryn, the closest I've ever come to a brother... I need you my friend." His eyes closed, the world shifting realm, spirits dancing about his own. It was time for his hand to grow useful for once. For everyone left in his life that he had ever loved.

[Mairsil]

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Zephryn turned sharply, hair and cloak billowing behind him as his open palm came hard against the dummy's chest, a wavering blast of red energy issuing forth.

He panted, breathing deeply, his eyes wide as he watched the form crash backwards through the ruins. He stared in its direction for a long time, holding his form, trying to calm himself.

He felt unpracticed, the necromancy that he'd known and loved for so long felt raw and uncontrolled, wild. Maybe it was he, he wished he could see his own eyes. Would he be able to tell?

Wild as his magic and his soul might be though, there were those things that ripped Zephryn back to reality. As usual, this time it was a familiar voice.

Zephryn's trance was broken as he blinked.

Jon..?
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"You see I can not be forsaken, because I'm not the only one. We walk amongst you, beating, r#ping, must we hide from everyone?" - Jon Davis

[NightShade]

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In the darkness Eva she was silent till now, she had watched them all, felt her beloved sons return. Pitied him that he must leave his rest, that he must walk again, The Puppetmaster returning from his solitude.

Like a banshee she had spent most of her days in solitude and sadness, roaming the spirit realm restless, her echoeing cries filling the ears of no one but unearthly to behold. Now they had all returned...save one.

That which they had left undone, must now be finished, these ghosts returning and interweaving with the rest. Grandchildren, Children all left to deal with the name that was Strathmore.

An ancient curse that was deeper and more than even her husband, had known. Yet he would... Stars alined now and all was slowly revealing itself as great shifts in the shards and universe traversed the skies. Moons spun and quaked as the time grew near.

The days of peace ending the council would begin its dark return, the kingdom would rise again and she Eva, the Harbinger would be forced to watch those she loved suffer and others grow proud and swelled headed...all before the fall. It was time for the return of the birds, the Guardians, of the family Gryfith. Of course then, he would return as she had he could turn his eyes no more from this war that was upon them....

Her son was strong, her nephew to, but her path was different....

I love you...the words echoed thru-out space and time rending thru the heart of the person for which they were meant...
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Aggie Se'Leraun]

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She was sitting with her bear and teacup and she was having a grand tea party.

Her dress floated in the wind swirling softly around her. The bear growled he was hungry, small childish growling noises coming from her throat. She hugged her teddy and as mama had taught her poured a proper cup of tea.

The ground around her shook suddenly with the beating of horsehooves, and Aggie quaked in terror. Her mother ran out of the cottage where they had lived for years. The dark riders, looked rather metal yet ghostly at the same time not like normal Knights she had seen. She jumped up as her mama called her. Aggie child come to mama now....

Mama, I am coming! but she stopped in her tracks as the beastly rider struck down her mother a strange instrument of death peircing thru her heart.

Lady Se"leraun for not paying your debt to the Strathmores I hereby sentence you to final and forever death! The dark riders heads turned as aggie screamed loudly her mother crumpling blood flowing.

A child...she must pay her debt..take her to the Strathmore home...take her to her father...he will be punished for hiding them from the councils curse.....

They bound her beat her and thru the red headed girl on the back of a horse, the metal mechinations of horror making loud squeaking noises but none the less, a horror she had never seen before....

What were they golems? No no she was sure...they were not, her head giving way to darkness, her servitude begun...Not even death could free her now.

In the dark she heard a strange voice say, aah good this must be Agatha, and she scowled.