Begining of the End

[The Media Wizard 2958]

The Beginning of the End

"Sometimes, seeing the dark is good..."

Scicle's eyes slowly open to be met with ths down brightness of a sunny Arethor morning. He looks around in his blurred vision to see people watching him as he walked.

"My feet aren't moving..."

He looks down to see his feet being dragged down the road. He looks to his right to see a White Rose member dragging him along. Then his eyes shut yet again.

"Welcome, friend, I missed you. I do not wish to see outside of your Dark..."

Scicle's eyes open again, but he is no longer moving. His head rests on a slab of wood. He looks around to recognize his surroundings.

"I wonder who is getting executed today..."

He looks around, trying to discover who it may be from the large crowd.

"Kyral! Why is she here? Jess! No, not him..."

Scicle looks up to see Lion bringing his sword up. Suddenly everything rushed back to Scicle.

"Rilath. Shades. Rose. Druid. Death... Wither..."

"Withur!" Scicle screams," I luv y -"

"Welcome back, friend. I suspect I shall not be returning back. I can finally rest, rest, rest..."

4 Weeks Later

Scicle sits ontop of a chest in the Elysian Temple. He is no longer Adriat, nor is he certain of the Elysian's condition. He sits on the chest, dressed in his black robes with his hood up.

"I've lost everything..."

Scicle stands, packing only what he needs into his new knapsack. He goes to leave, but stops and walks back. He grabs a large, metal mask from his chest. He looks at it, then places it around his face. He walks out of the Temple, a single thought present:

"Rilath, wherever you are, I will find you and prove worthy of your teachings..."

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral looked at Scicle with hatred in her eyes, her newly acquired silver aura blazing high in a rage as she glared at Scicle. She had learned of why he had been sentenced to death, tremling, shaking, her aura blazing higher as she growled.

"You betrayed me.. You risked my safety, so you could delve into the darkness. I thought you knew better, I thought I could trust you."

As the sword went down for the final time, Kyral looked away, letting a few tears stream down her face as her holy aura receded back inside her, her voice shaken as she said.

"I was wrong."

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Scicle sits atop the Salvus Palace, alone. He wears his hood down, his hair all gone and replaced by a single, long ponytail held together with a gold ring and thread. His sword lays by his side, stained with blood. His bow rests on his back with 1 bloody arrow in his quiver with 20 clean ones. He stares at the horizon and Cityscape of Solace.

"What have I done?" He thinks. "I've taken everything and wasted it on false hope and salvation... Why do I do this...?"

Scicle's hears perk as he hears a sound behind him, slowly approaching. He quickly grabs his Adriatic blade, turning to kill his approacher, only to find Monte the Falcon standing behind him with a note. Scicle puts his sword back down, slowly taking the note from Monte's beak. He looks at it, sighing as he notices it is a flier. It reads:

"The Heretic known as Scicle is thought to be alive again, as his body and head have vanished. The Monks have also said they recently cured a Kha who had been decapitated by a sharp tool."

Scicle crumples the paper angrily before tossing it off the roof. He looks to Monte who stares at him with understanding. Scicle slowly raises a paw to his neck, where hundreds of stiches slowly heal his outwards appearance, although never the inside. He quickly writes on a piece.of paper ands it to Monte, waving his hand to all of Asulon. Monte takes flight with a message to all, but mainly one;

"Rilath, I am Scicle Cer'ut, and I seek your teachings. If you are not Rilath and read this, send the bird away with no response. If you know where to find him, direct the Falcon. *paw"

Scicle watches Monte leave, retrieving his equipment from the roof.

"I will not give up; not now, not ever."

Scicle swiftly runs and vaults from the roof into the deep river below.

[Rilath 3719]

*Walks away from the Normandorian boat, taking a drink from a flask as the falcon comes down from the sky. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, a crimson stain smears his hand.*

"Well, seems this man knows how to get my attention. I suppose I shall give him a chance."

*Giggles quietly, it grows into a loud chuckle*

"Who knows, maybe he will actually survive the training.. And if not.. Well, then I have a free meal."

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Scicle sits within the confines of his home when he hears a pecking at his window. He looks up to see Monte without a note. He smiles slightly, hoping this means that Rilath was found and not a White Rose. He stands, opening the window to let Monte in before the cold of Holmes freezes him. Monte walks in slowly, taking in the heat and warmth of the Temple. Scicle sits quietly at his desk once more, awaiting for word from Rilath or Oren.

[Aengoth 2890]

Aengoth departs a bit awkwardly from a tavern in Solace, his steps awkward and clumsy from the effects of his night drinking. Making his way up the steps to the entrance of the palace Aengoth finds a piece of paper on the ground. Struggling to open it without ripping it he walks off and leans against a wall of the palace opening while he doesn't have to be so worried about standing upright. Finally achieving the effort he opens it and begins to read over the contents, a furious scowl forming as he does such.

"W'at tah fawk is 'e up tuu, I'oid ssshould kick 'is arssse if 'e gets 'imssself in more trouble."

Aengoth crumples the paper once again and leaves it beside the wall. Leaving as he left, barely upright he goes and looks for a soft bed for him to sleep off the effects of the ale.

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.