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Curse Divide; DarkAngel013 & Seiss
Topic Started: Mar 12 2009, 02:21 AM (8,405 Views)
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Sayuri heard the door clicked shut, but thought nothing of it as she continued to hum the hymn and brushing her hair. By the time she heard Shura's sigh, her hair had become half-dried, leaving a rather soft look about herself as her hair only appeared more softer and silkier than before. She looked over as he approached the table with a tray of food.

“Love, do you know that only men can see their wives dressed like that? It’s improper for an unmarried lady to wear nothing but undergarments before her guard.” Shura motioned towards the food tray and beckoned her to come. “Someone needs to teach you, I see. Come eat. Are your legs fully healed?”

"It's not improper where I'm from," Sayuri said blankly. She really ought to learn some things about Tenarin's culture. As she had moved her hair to the front of herself, none of her hair remained on her back and she pushed aside her mirror and brush and comb. "This is a summer dress where I'm from, seeing as this part covers a lot of my chest." She was right. She moved aside her hair to show that the top part of her dress only stopped up at about an inch or so away from her collar bone. Even the one on her back hadn't been much. "Besides, if you think this is like undergarments, you should see the ones we have back in Rania and the kind of clothes the wives wear only for their husbands. The ones the Mages wear for their husbands are different from the ones that the regular people wear." She scoffed at that though. She took several bites of her breakfast before replying to Shura's question.

"Yes, they are, if you can remember from yesterday of how I was able to walk out of the inn and..." she paused as she flinched at yesterday's intimacy and the hurt afterward. "After that stuff." She managed to say before continuing to eat the rest of her breakfast and having finished taking her medicine with her meal. She picked out a piece of a carrot from her breakfast tray and held it out to Lancelot as he came out and began to nibble on the carrot. She left several small pieces of carrots next to him as she got up from where she sat and stood in the center of the room and seemed to "collect" her staff. It had looked as if dozens of little blue stars had come forth to her staff to make the solid object that it was. "Excuse me a moment, I need to do something since I was unable to do while being bedridden."

The staff seemed to have gotten longer, the silver stick seeming to have grown silver smooth vines around the staff with what appears to be a bird at the top clutching the orb. The wings were spread open wide as its talons held the orb securely in place. At the bottom of the staff was a smaller orb of a faded gold with the silver vines wrapped around it before it faded into the color of the smaller orb.

The staff was almost as tall as she was now, excluding the wings. She whipped it around through the air for a moment, as if testing out its movements and maneuverability. "I haven't been able to use my staff lately... so since the Ritual back at the Tenarin Palace, it's been in 'storage' for awhile." Expertly, she twirled the staff around her fingers and arms with such ease that it would leave those watching in awe. Her movements were fluid and smooth, without a single step out of place. It didn't even touch the low ceiling of the room that they were in or the floor of which was where Shura's sleeping mat was. It was as if she was dancing... Her dress accenting her just right in all the right places with the flow of her staff. "A bit heavier but more powerful..." she mumbled to herself before letting it go, the staff disappearing in a small explosion of small blue sparkles.
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She had just finished the second last table, and was turning to soak the cloth into the water bucket when a sudden shift of shadow captured both her wrists. She gasped, eyes widening in shock and fear but before she could scream, another large, black, gloved hand covered her mouth. The fingers felt strange, almost sharp and metallic. Something cold and pricking pressed against her neck. A thin line of blood emerged from the small cut at her throat, where a hooked blade was pressed at her skin. The pressure over her wrists were so painful, her eyes were starting to water. It drained her of any strength struggle. Still, she struggled bravely, feebly, only to be stilled by a sharp hiss at her ear.

“I will cripple you if you fight me. It has to be done,” a rough voice breathed. “Whether you live or die by the end of this, depends on how cooperative your husband will be. And you… of course.”

Seryel could only swallow, paralyzed by fear. She couldn’t even see the man who had her captured. His grip was firm, punishing. He lifted her, simply by hooking his elbow onto her side and took her into the shadows. There weren’t any guests to see them. They were hidden too far in the corner of the room. Before she could gather her wits to fight back, her abductor had already escaped the inn through a window. Tryst…. She was going to disappear without him knowing.

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He rolled his eyes at her, watching her eat. “I don’t live in Rania. I really don’t want to know how women dress themselves for their husbands. That’s private knowledge for the men, you know.” Then he grinned mischievously. “I’d love to migrate over since you say women there dress in skimpy garments.”

There was wariness in his eyes as he stepped back, away from her when she wielded her magic. He had been in Tenarin for too long… there was something else as well, that warned him against magic. Shura couldn’t yet remember why, but he had a feeling that it was probably related to the one person he had been trying to unmask in his memories. That human was so elusive… even in his own memories.

Oh damn…. He wasn’t paying much attention to her magic, though he should. But he was ogling her instead. The woman really knew how to show off her body…. What the hell? “You know what? If you like me, you can just tell me. I’ll give you kisses and I won’t even tire of it. Just don’t flirt like that. I don’t like being hooked,” he grumbled, golden eyes darkened to a bronze as he pushed off the table edge to approach her.

A sharp movement flashed black past the window. Shura stiffened, simultaneously reaching out to snatch Sayuri to him. His hand latched onto her arm and pulled her protectively close, just as the window shattered. He jumped to the centre of the room when the walls behind him exploded. Then the wall on his right collapsed… and the door blew apart, shooting splinters of wood in all directions like countless missiles. He ducked, towering and hunching over the mage to cover her as the wooden pieces pelted him, cursing as he moved.

Trouble, no doubt.

He growled. They were surrounded. Eleven black clad humans perched at the edges of the damaged room, wielding weapons he recognized. They were the ones who had dared to attack the Royal Grounds in broad daylight.

Cursing, he clutched the mage closer and bent his knees… preparing to-

“Don’t bother, My Lord,” a quiet voice with a deep timbre sounded from above. Then the roof exploded a hole. Two more black clad assassins stood above them.
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天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。
欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。
君应有语,渺万里层云,
千山暮雪,只影向谁去?
横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。
招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。
天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。
千秋万古,为留待骚人,
狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。
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Tryst had been only doing his daily desk work before going on his rounds. However, he had noticed that everything had been too quiet. Earlier this morning, he had wondered why something had felt off... as if he had felt that he should have made love with his beloved last night. Like a foreshadow without the story to tell him the foreshadow. His body had been so restless that he had been pacing amongst the inn's floors.

Ignoring the guests as he let his workers handle it, he wondered why he felt so uneasy. His fingers flexed in and out before he took another glance towards where Seryel was cleaning the tables. One moment she was there, the next, she had disappeared.

Shit.

Was the only thing that ran through his head. Suddenly, he knew why. It was because they had surrounded them. They had taken her, his beloved and he was never going to forgive himself. Never until he found her, but he would only punish himself further...

He knew that the reason that they were here. Who they were after. He had been sure he had hidden and destroyed all of his documents of his past. Only Seryel and the king knew of his past deeds. Hoping dearly, he ran up the stairs until he came across his exploded attic...

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Sayuri never told Shura. She had a restless dream last night but she couldn't figure it out. She sensed that everywhere had that feeling of dread when the woke up, but had only shaken it off. She, too, had ignored it.

“I don’t live in Rania. I really don’t want to know how women dress themselves for their husbands. That’s private knowledge for the men, you know.” Then he grinned mischievously. “I’d love to migrate over since you say women there dress in skimpy garments.”

Sayuri glared at him. "If you do, I'm sure you have hundreds of women flocking to you." Her snapping tone sounded annoyed at his comment, but nonetheless, she continued to finish her meal.

When she had finished putting away her staff, she looked up in time to see Shura talk again.

“You know what? If you like me, you can just tell me. I’ll give you kisses and I won’t even tire of it. Just don’t flirt like that. I don’t like being hooked,” he grumbled, golden eyes darkened to a bronze as he pushed off the table edge to approach her.

"Wait, what? Flirting?!" she exclaimed, completely shocked she was doing so. "Would you rather me do this in public with clothes you think are 'modest'?" She had no idea how she was flirting. However, the next moment, she realized something was going to happen and instantly hid Lancelot and her belongings instantly before the windows shattered, just as Shura had pulled her protectively closer to him. She heard the walls explode around her and didn't even need to look up to know that they were surrounded.

Surrounded by the same men who had attacked them at the Tenarin Palace. She felt Shura tense, ready for flight but a voice stopped him from moving.

“Don’t bother, My Lord,” a quiet voice with a deep timbre sounded from above. Then the roof exploded a hole. Two more black clad assassins stood above them.

She looked up, to find that two more men had appeared and she instantly lost the face of anger at Shura and suddenly felt regret. Maybe she shouldn't have snapped at him...

Her eyes only watched around her carefully, fully aware that the room that they had shared was no longer existent. She had to wonder if anyone else was safe when she heard the silent footsteps of Tryst... but it had stopped shortly before he could be seen by the other assassins. Suddenly, she felt helpless and doomed. She hoped that Seryel hadn't been harmed... she didn't need to be pulled into this. But she was confused. "My lord?" she whispered, only audible enough for Shura as her mouth had not moved at all.
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They had expected better of this mysterious inn owner, but alas… he was careless as any ordinary man, lost on him was his past. One man, seated near the stairs, who had been enthusiastically feasting on his breakfast pause abruptly when Tryst flew past him. He had kept his head carefully down, hiding his face. He rose calmly raising a hand nonchalantly to the back of his neck- a signal. Then as quietly as he had been, he left.

Like apparitions from the shadows, the flutter of cloaks behind Tryst revealed yet another two. The ones who had burst through the door, one of them turned around to face him, while the other watched his back. Their gloved hands were tipped with silver claws, just like the rest. Their black boots were capped with bladed tips as well. All of them had their faces masked, leaving only tiny slits over the ghastly black for their eyes. One behind Tryst had his fists raised. What little light, revealed only tiny, minuscule winks of silver hovering frozen, a good few inches away from his fists like dusts. The other held nothing. He stood at ease, cold eyes fixed on their target.

“Beware. Every wrong choice you make, someone else will pay for it dearly,” a silken voice came from behind, from the man who held no weapon. How easy. “And if you let them escape… we will take what is due for your inn’s poor service.”

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Hell. This was going to be the end if he didn’t think of something fast to get them out. How many of these assassins were there? Lunatics… all of them! This was broad daylight. Again! How could they be so bold? Who were they and where did they come from? Rebels… they were much more formidable than he had thought!

Glaring at them defiantly, he leaned his weight back, hoping to feint and fool them while he staked all his hopes on the single assassin guarding the shattered window. The whistling of a missile made him jump to the side and pull Sayuri along with him. What the hell? He pressed her tight against him, trying to cover her with his body as much as possible as his head whipped about to search. His eyes landed on a short black arrow embedded firmly into the wooden floor.

“We admire you, Captain, truly. If you would just step away from that taint, we will rid of her without harming you,” one of them- he couldn’t tell which, spoke. It was only then that he realized, there were a few more stationed outside, armed with crossbows. Oh they were dead trapped…. He should have followed his guts and left the inn as soon as he could.

Damn… damn! “Why in hell won’t you just try to kill me along with her then?” he snapped. They were dead wrong if they thought he would leave Sayuri.

“A no?” the voice- he had yet to know to come from where- sounded cold and incredulous. Then it fell into monotone, “As you wish, My Lord.” They were not open to negotiations or second chances.

A chorus of clicks and groans of mechanical pulls sounded, crossbows drawn ready to shoot. There was no way Shura could escape with his human body. His swords were in the saddle bag, left in the far corner of the room. Damn it! Must he sleep with them strapped to his back now then?

Before he could even shift his form, arrows were released, black bolts of lightning hissing through the air. As his body tore and released the feathers underneath, he could feel the arrows embed themselves in his flesh. Painful pricks. They were much more potent than the normal arrows he used to deal with. These had more speed and hit him with more force. Shrieking, his claws reached for Sayuri and tucked her underneath him. His massive form filled the entire attic. With the spread of his wings, he tried to sweep the assassins off their feet.

Unfortunately, they were far more agile. They leapt onto his wings and sank their blades into the tender flesh. He shrieked in pain and pulled his wings back, gathering muscles at his haunches to prepare for a takeoff.

Just as he jumped, With Sayuri cradled in his claws, his golden eyes widened when a net, stringed with sharpened blades was thrown over him. A strangled cry left his throat as he plummeted back into the ruined attic. His instinctive need to struggle caused him to tangle himself more. The blades cut and sank even deeper into his flesh as the net tightened from his thrashing. They knew! They had been prepared for this!

He snarled viciously, glaring at the approaching assassins. Shura tucked Sayuri underneath him, hiding her from their reach. Then with a great heave of his breath, he released a long, ear splitting shriek. While the assassins stumbled a little away from him, he flexed his shoulders, ignoring the pain the blades in the net were causing him and tore the net open with a flare of his wings and a powerful push from his legs. He stumbled as he stood, shoving Sayuri to Tryst’s direction, hoping that he would save her.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许?
天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。
欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。
君应有语,渺万里层云,
千山暮雪,只影向谁去?
横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。
招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。
天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。
千秋万古,为留待骚人,
狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。
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Before there had been any words that left the strange men's mouths, he had killed two of them already, both of which lay bleeding on the stairs with only a single clean slit across their throats. His smile on his face was acidic and almost sweet as if he had awakened something inside him that had long been hidden and dormant. When Tryst had come to a stop at the near the top of the stairs, before another word was uttered from the man that came up behind him, his fist quickly killed the man with just a quick flick of his hand, just inches from the man's chest. He fell to the floor as he crumpled. Of course, his movements had been far too swift for anyone to see. Tryst was not one to be underestimated. Each of his movements had been so swift and so quickly done, that it left some of the other men speechless for a moment before regaining their posture and Tryst heard the man speak.

“Beware. Every wrong choice you make, someone else will pay for it dearly,” a silken voice came from behind, from the man who held no weapon. How easy. “And if you let them escape… we will take what is due for your inn’s poor service.”

His movements slowed as he realized what they meant. They were talking about his wife. How low. Assassins, he knew, always did and have some sort of code. But clearly, from the way they move and the way that they had kidnapped his wife, that the assassins were clearly not abiding by the code. One he knew that they would dearly pay for. "Only a coward assassin would attack in swarms, but by then, one would no longer be called one," was all Tryst said as his emerald eyes watched the men carefully. Nothing about Tryst was clear nor was their anything about him that seemed familiar to any of the assassins, even if they should try and recognize him.

The only expression readable from Tryst's face was the smile that seemed so... acidic. The ground seemed to rumble and turned so that he now faced the room where Shura and Sayuri had shared. There was always one thing that Tryst knew about this building more than anyone else, and that was how the building was built. He had never told anyone else, of course, for he had been the one to build it himself. Without not a single help and only did it in the dark of the night. In the daytime, he knew that many would stay off limits for it was unstable and no one would go near it until it was fully built. Even the children in this town knew... so no one had dared gone into the building until it had been finished.

Tryst decided that it was time that his old self would be "awake" now, seeing as the time would call for it now. After all, he was part of the King's... court, and now seeing as he had retired after several good years of wonderfully good service, he had settled down and married Seryel. He was not going to let some assassins come into his home, take away his wife, and think they can get away with it. Oh, no, they were wrong.

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Sayuri could do nothing as she had never felt so useless in her entire life. She could only watch in horror and fear as she saw the exchanges between the assassins and Shura. She only held Shura tighter, hoping that they would escape in some way. She only pressed her one thought into his mind as she said, "I'm sorry." And then hid her face into Shura's chest as he protected her. For now, only Shura would feel the magical sparks of energy that flooded from her forehead and out... into nowhere.

“We admire you, Captain, truly. If you would just step away from that taint, we will rid of her without harming you,” one of them- he couldn’t tell which, spoke. It was only then that he realized, there were a few more stationed outside, armed with crossbows.

She knew they were surrounded. She was tainted? She said nothing, however, and only continued to listen while focusing on what she was trying to do.

“Why in hell won’t you just try to kill me along with her then?” he snapped.

Her heart warmed at the thought that he would die with her, protecting her. But she wondered mildly if it was out of duty or something else. She didn't know... nor cared to at the moment, for the only thing she was really focusing on was what she was doing. In the sky, much to the not-knowing group, dark clouds began to cover the sky.

"A no?” the voice- he had yet to know to come from where- sounded cold and incredulous. Then it fell into monotone, “As you wish, My Lord.”

She wished dreadfully to do something spiteful, such as spit at the man's face, but knowing full well that it would not work, only push the men into killing her. After all, she was Rania scum and should be killed for she was not worthy of staying on this land, let alone walk on it. She didn't want Shura to die for her sake, she wanted him to live for himself... after all, he had family... wait a minute, how did she know? Was it because of the similarity between Shura and Rouren? They just had the same... eye color...

What a wonderful time to realize that they were indeed related. Ironic. She could only hear the rest of the sounds that now came from the crossbows as they were drawn. She could hear the breathe of every person here, recognize every sound as it was touched into her memory. Every movement was now recognizable, and she knew who had been speaking to Shura. The arrows were released and she heard him move, felt him move. His screams, his shrieks only caused her begin to cry softly, as she could do nothing to help him, not now, not yet.

A soft sob racked her small frame as she heard him scream in pain, knowing full well the pain she was going through now as she felt the stabs going through his body as well as her own. Then he tried to fly, her face buried in his feathers as he tried to take off. Much to the assassins unawareness as they focused on trying to keep the griffin down, the wind was slowly beginning to pick up. Instantly, she touched roughly onto Shura's feathers, her fingers and hand buried deep inside them as she shoved a huge amount of magic into his body, knowing full well that most or even more might even disperse. But as he was in his griffin form, he'll most likely accept it as a burst of a flowering magic flooded through his body, healing his wounds at such a rapid rate, that it was hidden under his black and golden feathers. She was too focused on her task at hand that magic had beginning to flood through her. Ever since she had touched her staff, her magic reserves had expanded. It was as if resting for so long had built up pent up magic.

Then, she was no longer in Shura's embrace. Thunder cracked the air, as if it had snapped the very building. The wind that had been unnoticeable picked up immensely now. Just as she was taken into Tryst's arms, the wind had picked up strong enough now that the building began to shake. Sayuri had caught a glimpse of their saddle and shoved the saddle into the dimension where Lancelot was.

His swords, she knew, were in them and shoved them his way when she was sure the magic supply she had given him was enough to heal most of his deadly injuries, especially the ones that had been stabbed into him.

Instantly, upon Tryst's retrieval of Sayuri as soon as she finished shoving the swords to Shura, he appeared to have shoved a blade between her shoulder blades as a sharp and painful scream tore through the air. It had been too sudden, too quick that the assassins would have no time to recover. The tear-shaped glowing symbol that had appeared on her forehead, was now glowing so brightly, that the storm she had called forth, began to shake and rip away the very building they were on. As Sayuri slumped forward and fell to the floor of the building, blood slipping down from her back as the puddle of blood began to form, the storm that she had created only got more out of control.

Suddenly, blue sparks wildly danced out of her body, hurting those it touched, having no more of a body it belonged to. She was too far gone to feel any pain, if she were still alive. The sparks automatically ate away the counter-magic that the rebels had before it began to burn the men alive... from inside out. Tryst immediately jumped backwards, having no idea what was going to happen now. He then suddenly disappeared from where he stood, as if he had vanished into thin air.

The wind ripped away the remaining of the roof and then began to tear at the building, sucking away all those that were inside and outside of the inn. Luckily, most of the guests had left earlier and the only ones left... well, had been those men or women. The wind even sucked away the weapons, the animals, the transportation and the innocent villagers that happened to be out that day. It even ripped away the very net that had been set over Shura as the lightning and thunder cracked the air again, lightning striking down the building as it was seemed to sent broken. Although, somehow, Shura's weapons seemed to be remained untouched...

Her back, her entire body, now glowed of blue as the uncontrollable magic was unleashed. Thundering rain and lightning now poured down on them like heavy pelts of pressurized air.

The rain automatically washed away any remaining blood that would be left... staining her white clothes with pink...
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“Your man abandoned you,” a hard his whispered at her ear. She shivered and tried to shy away. “He has taken the lives of ours. We shall take you.”

She couldn’t see. Her eyes had been blindfolded. Her hands and feet were bound painfully tight. Every movement she attempted hurt. It was too quiet, as if she was being held somewhere far away, trapped in a place no one would ever know. Despite the warm body of her abductor she had been leaning helplessly against, Seryel was cold. Colder than she had ever remembered being. She wanted desperately to return to Tryst’s arms, where it was safe, loving and warm.

Tryst would never leave her. Not without telling her. She had more faith in him than anyone would ever know.

The assassin watched with grim amusement as her chin lifted defiantly and her lush lips pulled into a thin line. What a sad, pathetic thing. They always appeared so confident someone would come to save them. No matter, there were decoys ready. She would learn soon enough that there would be no freedom. “Don’t look so smug,” he murmured, catching her chin to turn her head, inspecting her face, her skin and hair. “The reason that you are still alive, little flower, if because you’d make a fine specimen.” Then forcefully, he tilted her chin up and poured a tasteless liquid into her mouth. “We will break you first.”

She choked, unprepared to resist. Fear crept down her spine when she swallowed the fluid. What was it? She couldn’t tell. It was odorless, tasteless. A sob escaped her throat and fresh tears stung her eyes. Specimen of what? For who?

“Don’t cry. We are kind if you are obedient.”

The cloth that covered her mouth just moments ago was replaced. Seryel had tried to scream, but she was instantly hit under the ribs, threatened to have her tongue cut out. The pain was stifling. She hadn’t been able to move much since.

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His body was recovering rapidly. A grating hiss was issued from his beak when Tryst, instead of dragging the mage to safety, injured her. He didn’t pay much attention to the brewing storm, nor was he worried about it. The damn weather can turn bad and he wouldn’t have cared. Sayuri… she lay there, lifeless in front of him, bleeding.

A strangled whine escaped his throat as he crawled towards her. His talons scratched grooves into the floor. The sudden yelling from the assassins made him raise his head and hiss threateningly around him, warning them back. But when he saw them clawing at their own chests, staggering as if in pain, he scrawled over Sayuri’s body, intending to protect her from whatever invisible harm. The black clad assassins stumbled about, screaming. Some had already fallen off the attic. The rest fell writhing on the floor.

When the sparks from Sayuri’s body flew, he shrieked when pain wrought through him like an electrical shock. The storm was growing stronger, howling like a thousand wolves. Crouching, he shuddered against the lancing pain and sank his talons into the wood, latching them in place while the things around them were sucked into a twisting tube in the air. He flinched and squawked when a flash of lighting hit and drilling a black hole through the floor.

She was bleeding too much. Magic was still leaving her body. They needed to leave.

Growling, he forced himself to shift, pulling in his feathers and rearranging his bones. It hurt like hell with the blue sparks of magic from the mage’s body. With his shirt torn and pants tattered, the rune on his back was exposed. As soon as his skin came in contact with the magic, he latched onto its generous reserves desperately. His fingers dug into the notches his claws had made and held on against the sweeping gale. Dragging one hand to rest on her bloody back, he channeled and converted her magic, willing it, somehow to seal her wound. He pulled her, as gently as he could into his arms and crawled to retrieve his rune blades. There was no way he could get them out in this storm. So he crawled, slowly, carefully down the attic and fumbled about to reach the wine cellar.

The door had been ripped out, but deep inside, it was calm. He carried her, eyes still squinted to avoid the whipping wind and huddled in a dark corner, waiting for the storm to pass.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许?
天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。
欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。
君应有语,渺万里层云,
千山暮雪,只影向谁去?
横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。
招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。
天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。
千秋万古,为留待骚人,
狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。
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Sayuri felt something.

What was it?

It felt familiar.

But it was so comfortable here... so warm.

But something was biting at her legs, her arms, and her face. It was... cold? And wet. Someone was holding her.

Her magic had stopped running rampant as the wild sparks withdrew themselves. Having since that no assassins remained, the storm slowly began to die down, although very slowly as it still continued to rain but a soft but strong wind seemed to blow through the air.

Then life blew through Sayuri as the tattoo on her back began to burn a dark blue. Her death-white skin was getting warmer to the touch as the magic desperately began to heal her, thanks to the conversion that Shura had done earlier. A sharp gasp caused her body to shudder as she began to breathe. Then Eve flew into the wine cellar, watching with what may appear to be sorrowful eyes as she watched her mistress heal. The wind and the rain were still harsh, but it had calmed significantly compared to earlier.

"She will recover... and what happened with her and Tryst, it is not his fault," Eve said to Shura softly as she watched Sayuri's tattoo fade, but her skin began to return a soft flushed look, thanks to the rain and the cold.

The sparks of magic licked at her wound, leaving only behind the traces of blood that stained her clothes. Her breathing eventually became even as her body stopped healing, as if finished and only awaited the final result.
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Get out of my head! he hissed, glaring at the damn bird. He was angry at himself, angry that he had been so stupid to believe that someone else will have the heart to care for Sayuri. And this stupid, miraculously unharmed bird dared to tell him that Tryst was innocent? What the hell. “I don’t want to hear another word about this!” he snarled at it. He was in no mood to blame anyone or bother with it in the first place.

Stretching his legs out, he shifted his hold on Sayuri, to have her in a more comfortable position. Her blood stained his chest in red smudges. The white dress was no longer white… it scared him that she had been bleeding so much. It was infuriating as hell, that he realized- every time he saved her, something else would always find them. Sayuri would always get hurt. Always. He was getting tired of it. Weary of seeing her injured all the time. They had very nearly lost their lives this time. He had never seen so many assassins gather in one place just to hunt down one target. It revealed to him the magnitude of the situation- that she was wanted dead, badly.

This shit has to stop.

He watched warily, flinching when the blue sparks danced. Shura had expected them to hurt, but the magic bounced right back to her. He raised his hand tiredly, brushing her hair away from her face before jostling her gently. “Sa- Lady Sayuri?”

Slinging the belt of his twin blades across his shoulders, he gathered her up and rose to his feet. The howling of the storm outside was dying down. This was the best chance for them to escape unnoticed, at least he hoped so. He hurried to the stables, hoping to find at least a horse. The stalls were in ruins. He had to elbow past the broken beams and pick his way through the debris to reach the farthest stall, where four horses still remained. Shura chose the best two out of them and led them out, mounting one while tying the reins of the other to the saddle.

A good half of the village destroyed. God be damned if disaster followed them everywhere. Shifting Sayuri in front of him, he kicked the horse into a swift gallop, further into the valley forest.

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Six days. Six days since the wretched demon of a griffin returned. It appeared scruffier, emaciated and was much more violent than it was in the past. A good section of the Southern tower, where the guests’ quarters were, was destroyed in a single rampage. It didn’t stop. The destructive creature flew into the city and began its endless plundering of human lives. He, the King, had already dispatched the entire legion of Rune Knights to minimize and possibly curb the endless killing. He had sent scouts out as well, to hunt it down.

It had been difficult to believe that the griffin was his cousin. It didn’t look different, but he could feel a strangeness in it that made him suspect. Of all times it wanted to terrorize the capital city, it had to be now. Rouren hated to let the guests see his country to be struggling with just one pathetic creature. What happens if they come in swarms? He couldn’t let Ranians see how possibly weak they were. If Shura wasn’t cursed, and the griffin was a mere creature, he would have it killed in a heartbeat for the devastation that it wrought. He simply couldn’t harm a cousin who had once saved his life.

Fortunately, Jegan and Resee had returned, exhausted but fine. They had arrived to assure him that Shura was not the one who had been wrecking this madness. Truly, it was a relief. He gave his men freedom to kill it at first sight. After allowing his two Rune Knights a day of rest, he instructed them to return to their previous duties- to guard the Mage. He had to deal with the negotiators. They had yet to leave, much to his displeasure. But he ensured that they were well accommodated. As long as they were within Tenarin borders, he had power over them. “Ride tomorrow,” he told them. “You are dismissed.”

Jegan and Resee bowed and retreated from his study, the two walking side by side in silence as they headed down the hall to pack their belongings.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许?
天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。
欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。
君应有语,渺万里层云,
千山暮雪,只影向谁去?
横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。
招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。
天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。
千秋万古,为留待骚人,
狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。
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Eve didn't bother nor have to the heart to tell him that she too was injured, seeing as he could probably care less. After all, there was nothing that Eve could really do except watch over Sayuri and hope for the best. It was the one thing she hated most about her form. Although it granted her the freedom of flight, it was not the same as her human form. She could, after all, only go into that form once each month. And it was disheartening.

Her feathers were ruffled, some out of place that Eve tried to peck out and straighten out. Her one wing was limp and it hurt her to move, but found that she had no choice, as Sayuri's shoulder that would have been offered to her was not available.

She didn't bother to reply back anymore, and just decided that she will only wait until Sayuri would wake up. But judging from the injury that Sayuri received, it was going to take her awhile.

She watched as Shura felt the sparks heal her injury.

“Sa- Lady Sayuri?”

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She heard something. She was dreaming.

"It sounded like Shura... Why would he call me by my name?" she asked to no one in particular. She was in a place that was all white, with barely blue of an ocean hitting the shores. It was peaceful here, quiet and without any pressure of duty, unknown feelings, and the feelings of being distrusted. It was free here, so light. Even though she remembered some things that had happened back at the Tenarin Palace of their Royal Grounds, it felt as if it was so far away. Even the burning sensation that she had felt on her back was gone, free from any burden she had. She just had that peaceful feeling...

"You need to go back to him," a woman's voice said. Sayuri looked around, trying to figure out where it had come from.

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Her breathing had stopped again, this time, not from her injury, but because of where she was.

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"Who?" Sayuri asked into the air. She was confused. Was there someone important she had to go back to?

"Someone you probably care for deeply, without you really realizing it," the woman said and a figure with a long white dress appeared, but her face seemed to be covered by something.

"Who would that be?"

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Her flesh seemed to become colder and colder...
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He had thought everything would be fine. Sayuri’s magic was healing her. It was! He swore it was… but she wasn’t getting any better. At least, she didn’t look better. She was paler, even paler than usual and she was unnaturally cold. Damn it all! They couldn’t possibly stop now! The assassins would catch up. Shit!

Clenching his teeth, he kept jostling her in his arms. “Come on, love… wake up! You have a duty- a duty to fulfill, damn it! Come on… wake up,” he called in a broken voice. He wanted to kill them… those wretched assassins. Her pain… he almost swore he could feel a part of it. His chest was hot, stuffy and acidic. It was painful, uncomfortable whenever he looked at her unconscious face. Angrily, he dug his heels into his horse’s side. It neighed in surprise and bolted forward, galloping faster through the trees.

It didn’t take long for him to find a cave, hidden behind thickets, trees and bushes. It wouldn’t make much difference because he had brought horses. They would give them away…. Only for awhile… oh Lord… just a moment of peace! Hurriedly, he dismounted, tied the horses carelessly outside, a distance away before taking shelter in the cave. He had nothing. Their water skins were in the saddle. He didn’t know where they went. Desperate, he dropped heavily onto the ground and laid her on the ground. He pinched her nose and tilted her chin, trying to breathe back life into her. He pumped her sternum and kept at it, praying and working to revive her.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许?
天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。
欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。
君应有语,渺万里层云,
千山暮雪,只影向谁去?
横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。
招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。
天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。
千秋万古,为留待骚人,
狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。
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