Of Fairytales

[Rikugurl]

Green eyes darkened as the other pulled out, feeling every vein on his walls. Beads of sweat ran down his body as the heat from the world, their bodies and the lasting effects of the Danza surrounded them in the small roost.

Axel actually wished that he had some sort of cloth to put over the only window and entrance that his home had for some privacy. Unlike all the other imps... he didn't want anyone to see his other like this.
Only him.

Another thrust pulled his mind away from thoughts. His back arched as his mouth gaped, feeling the pressure build up inside him again. "NNnnnnah!" The other's hips didn't stop. His eyes widened, but slowly fluttered as his eyes rolled behind his head as the other's meat drove in deeper. "Rooox..."

As the hips drove faster, the imps legs spread more, trying to let the prince get in deeper, to hit a spot that many imps raved about. He panted more as more sweat ran over his horns and down his sticky hair. Arms wrapped around the blonde neck as the heat built up. "AAH!" His eyes clenched as their bodies rocked. Nails ran roughly through the blonde spikes before they crawled down his spine.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" His eyes opened wide as his mouth gaped once more, his tongue not able to stay in as something was hit deep inside. His nails clenched, pushing against the soft skin until it couldn't take anymore... and broke.

Red liquid pooled from the nail marks, seeping onto and under the nails themselves.

"ROXAS!" The imps back and neck arched as a pool in his gut started to burn.

[Reno]

Roxas raised himself up again when he heard the other's calls. He reached up, placing his hands on Axel's shoulders to give him more Balance and pushed in faster. "Aaaaah! Axel!"

He felt the arms wrapping around him, rough nails scraping his skull before coming around their back and bringing them that much closer. The blonde drew his hips back again, eyes dark with passion and need as he panted.

And then he thrust back in, getting a delicious reaction, elicting a wonderful scream from the other. Roxas shuddered all over, watching the way the other moved - he was beautiful - and was overtaken by the clenching of the other's muscles coming around him again, much harder then before, making it hard to move.

He only felt a slight pain of Axel's nails digging into his back, like little ants biting him, and it strangely intensified their act that much more. He thrust one more time, watching the imp arch under him and the suction below became impossibly tight. "AXEEEEEL!" He cried, hot liquid coating the other's insides.

[Rikugurl]

Red cheeks burned under the prince as his body twisted in a way that he could never possible twist if he were doing something else.
He shook more as Roxas pulled back one more time and...

"ROX...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!

Feet curled as he felt something explode inside... but also another volcano erupting over his stomach and Roxas's chest. Hips jittered, making the ecstasy ride out for a few moments before the room went silent, only the sound of heavy panting.

Long limbs fell, his fingers twitching above the floor.
With this twitching... the blood under his nails dripped and headed to the floor.

Pat.


Chains broke around the throne and yellow eyes opened.
Color rushed back to the old man sitting in the chair as his eyes brightened. A jaw moved, cracking from its joints as it got use to the feeling.

Slowly the man stood, his posture was not as well as others. He leaned over a bit but moved his neck around, cracking out the stiffness.
The white bearded man looked around the silent place, his eyes catching a plaque near by. The moment he set eyes on it, it shattered. A grin arose... knowing exactly what it was.

"My... it hasn't been that long." An old, yet powerful voice admitted, a strength in it that was chilling.
He looked around, seeing the empty throne. "Where has everyone gone?" He shook his head and pulled up a gloved hand. "This won't do at all."
A sudden snap of his fingers filled the throne room... and the worlds outside.


The black wolf sighed as he laid down in the meadow once more, watching the sunset as his master was off getting some water.
His eyes slowly closed as he laid his head on his paws. He was slowly drifting off to sleep when he suddenly heard something.

His yellow eyes widened as he suddenly shot up and looked around. His ears pressed against his head as he whimpered, a cold wind pushing against his fur.

NO!

He yelped as a darkness suddenly appeared underneath him and Darkness wisped around his feet, sucking him in.
In the matter of moments, the large wolf was gone.


The x marked beast blinked as he looked around. It was cold... a crisp cold that had a haunting frost to it. It was a large room that he once remembered.
The wolf whimpered more as he looked around, seeing other black beast of all kinds sitting around, wisp of Darkness surrounding them.

They all seemed to look at each other before looking up towards the throne itself... seeing a very familiar man.

Master Xehanort.


Jet shook his head as the others bickered.
"Now, now... listen. I don't think it's necessary to expand the kingdom. We'll just have to keep the child birth rate as one child per couple."
"That's easy to say, your majesty. You have three!" A gold wing frowned.
"Calm down, Melkedoodum, it's not like the queen got pregnant three times." A green wing touched the gold wing's shoulder.

The gold wing frowned and shook his head. "Why not two, sire?"
Jet sighed, shaking his head again. "We just don't have the re--"

Suddenly there was a loud shatter as a plague near the king seemed to explode. The shards of the metal flew about, falling on the floor and hitting random things, including Jet himself.

There was a gasp as the Shee wings fluttered, looking up at the wall.
Jet pulled his cloak from his head, looking over it and at the plaque.
"Oh no..."

[Reno]

Roxas groaned softly, limbs shaking with the effort to hold himself up, but it was a futile effort. He eventually collapsed atop the red-head, panting softly and ignored the soft squelch of cum as his now soft member slipped from the other. He shut his eyes, exhausted feeling the other's muscles twitching with the aftermath.

He was just about to fall in a small doze... when the drip of blood hit the floor. Eyelids snapped opened revealing bright yellow eyes, and the wings shimmered onto his back, only to flop down limply like a blanket over both of them. They gave a faint glow, the ember itself seemed to be dying. Balance itself...
The glow went out.
He wasn't sure what was happening at first. All he felt was the combined flash of black pain and burning white. He could hear the muffled voice of Axel making noises him, could see a mesh of blurred colors mostly peach and red. He could feel himself slipping...

And then everything went back into place. Axel came into focus, eyes full of worry and concern. He could feel the imp's fingers rubbing soothing motions across his skin, and suddenly realized he was shaking.

He blinked a few times before shaking his head. "I'm alright Axel." He smiled, just to prove that he was, indeed, alright - even if he was a little freaked out. He had felt that pain yesterday too - right before he got stolen from his body. Were Xan and Isu calling to him again? Were they upset at what he had done?

Tch, let them be upset.

Roxas laid his head back down on Axel's chest, even more tired then before. He stretched his wings behind him, a muted glow coming back to them before he hid them from sight once more. He was ashamed... that they no longer glowed as bright as either of his brothers'...


Soran was perched on the side of the castle's tower, crouched low and wings spread not unlike that of a gargoyle. After calming Ven from his inward misery, his brother had gone off to train (and now under the watchful eye of Gin gave his 'follower' Nadav some much needed lunch time) while he continued to get away from his own 'follower'. He was in luck - his guard hated heights.

Soran's eyes were staring at the nothingness of the sky were at the horizon they gave a very faint coloration... to aquamarine. And it made him think.... of beaches and palm trees, of seagulls of ocean waves, of happy children and rowing boats... of silver hair and a beautiful smile.

Soran sighed. "Riku..."

But his musings didn't get far when suddenly his wings went out like a light and he tipped forward... right off the tower.

Kitchi has hoped for a normal day. A normal day of patrolling the town, having a cup of java at the cafe, saying 'hi' to the cute girl behind the counter, hopefully score some point by coming back later in the day... but no instead here he was, watching a sixteen year old prince mock him for his distaste for heights.

He blames Gin. The silver-wing constantly drilled it into their heads that their wings would get targeted in every fight - to the point that Kitchi never wanted to spread them again. He was happy on the ground. He was never in danger that way of falling from a very, very high place, an arrow in his wing and a future of splattering all over the ground before him.

He sighed, glancing up towards the incredibly tall tower his prince decided to try avoiding him at - only to have his eyes widen in horror as he saw him plummeting... and making no attempts at stopping the insane descent. He opened his mouth and screamed:

"PRINCE SORAN!!!!"
Soran faintly heard the call, could hear the wind whistling in his ears and see the colors rushing past him like he was on a mad horse -
and his orange eyes widened in abrupt realization. He forced his sluggish wings to spread and with desperate effort beat them against the currents of the wind.

His efforts were not in vain as he successfully managed to stop his fall. He blinked, confused, as he stared at the white brick of his home still not able to comprehend he had just nearly died, and all the blood was rushing to his head because he was upside down - but a soft pattering of wings below made him turn his head and grin.

"You're a pink wing?"
Kitchi blushed, lowering the outstretched arms that had been meant to catch the other. Oh right, that was the other reason - he was one of the few male pink wings to ever be born - a surprise given only two short years before the Trinity was born. He'd been teased about it quite a lot - and only moreso when he decided to become part of the army. "S-Sh-" He cut himself off, realizing how unintelligent it would be to tell a prince of all people to 'shut up' and just looked away pointedly. "Are you okay, sire?"
"Mmmhmm... perfect." The two hovering in midair - half way between the ground and the top of the castle, before both decided to land on the ground.
"Kitchi?"
"Yes, my prince."
"I think your wings are neat." Soran said in a honest way, smiling.
"...................Thank you, Prince Soran."


Meanwhile, a Nix-Siren was humming a soft tune, moving his arms in a rhythmic way bangles hitting and clanging with an almost melodious precision. Water from the stream twisted and turned at his will, listening to the chords of the bracelets, falling and twisting and rising at their command.
Demyx sure was having fun.

He was about to add is anklets to the dance - when a yelp striking in it's familiarity cut into his play and his nearly gave way and his concentration broke to pieces. "PUPPY!" On his heels he turned and ran back towards there resting spot - faster then he had run in a long time.

He got there... but Puppy was not. He called, again and again, searching the nearby forests and staring up at the trees - his wolf-friend was an excellent jumper. Yet nothing revealed to him that black shade of fur or golden eyes.

Puppy was gone.


Terra groaned, rubbing the side of his nose hard to ward away the itch caused by collecting sweat. He grimaced as the action burned. Great he was probably sun-burnt all over by now. The measly remains of his water barely even made a noise in its bottle. There was barely enough in there to cover the circumference of the bottom.

His clothes were darkened with sweat and stuck to his body, as was his hair, now limp and shapeless as it stuck to his skull. The only thing becoming of him anymore was the small, shining charm of his belt buckle, made of pure gold and in the most pecular of shapes. A precious gift.

He sighed, staring at the sandy ground, trying to hide hide face from the sun. Maybe lying to Ven was bad judgment on his part. Just as he was beginning to consider calling for the blonde prince (despite all his manly and wolfish pride not to) a scent came to him. Faint, very faint, but there.

He shut his eyes and lifted his nose (he knew, from his readings in a book long ago, that you can never trust your eyes in a desert), turning his head to the wind. Under the smell of sweat, salt and sand... yes there! There it was!

Blood. Fresh, blood!!! Home!

He finally looked out on the horizon and in the distance he could see white structures shimmering in and out of focus far, far off. But that was it! He grabbing his bottle, drank the rest of the water and flung it to the sand, before suddenly changing and taking off for home, his speed increased from anticipation and powerful limbs. Humans were pathetically slow.

In no time at all his mad-sprint produced results as he came to the edges of home, close to the backside of the school. He easily trekked within, going through the long alleyways to be hidden in the shade, and sighed happily at the cooler temperatures.

He stole away in someone's empty home to gather water (most of which he spilled over his over-heated skin) before making the trip home. In the cool confines of his library home and carrying a bottle of water between his teeth, his slinky tail waved contently behind him and his eyes shimmered with pride.

His mirth didn't last long however as he found the moment he landed between the rows of shelfs that... something was off. There was a smell here that was not meant to be. He set the bottle down beside his books, carefully walking down the long rows, snarling in warning.

That scent... he knew it... he knew it so well he could almost-

His feet froze on the stone ground, one foot dangling and poised in mid-step as yellow eyes stared widely at the beast of a man lounging on his table, feet on his couch and a piece of paper held delicately between his fingers. The red eyes pierced into him as they looked at him, a malicious grin seeming to spread. "I was wondering when you were to return, Terra. Your twentieth summer passed just yesterday, had it not? I feared you were hiding from me."

Terra changed back, but the snarl in his voice was as wolfen as ever. "You." He growled, shaking all over in fury as he stared at the man he once called his father. "Get out!"

"Ah, but that will never do. We had an agreement." He ripped the list, carelessly slicing the names of the already deceased. No one cared for the weak. He let the pieces fall to the floor, holding only one piece left in his hand. He set it on the table with an exquisite caress. The name 'Hatori' read in sharp, black ink.

"The powers have shifted my son, He has returned. Did you not feel it? If you can not get through me, then even if I were to leave you alone, you will not live to see your next summer."

"...'He?'"

A sigh. "All these books and still so uneducated." Hatori however, seemed gleeful to share his batch of information - for it was this same man that made his own fur stand on end when he was young. "the bane of both Atterian and Shee, Xehanort."

[Rikugurl]

Axel sighed happily, feeling the younger fall on him, making him press against the less desirable bed. His wings slowly wrapped around the other the best that they could. A slight wince came from him though as he felt the other slip out.

Twitching legs still hugged the boy's body, feeling a bit squishy back there as semen oozed from his entrance. "Rox..." The imp breathed softly and opened his eyes... just in time to see bright yellow ones looking back at him. "ROXAS!" His eyes widened as he saw the wings burst out... but flapped down like a blanket over them. His cupped the boy's face in his hands as his tone went from tired to worried in the matter of seconds.

Did he... cause this!?

Some blood smeared onto the boy's check but was wiped away.
"Prince Roxas...?"
He watched the blonde for a few minutes before... his eyes went back to blue and he shook his head... as if coming out of a trance. He frowned as he ran his fingers through the soft hair. "Are you---"
Before he could finish, the prince was laying his head down on his chest, get comfy to sleep.

He swallowed, seeing the wings disappear but wrapped his wings around him more, pulling him closer as he slowly kissed the boy's forehead. "Good night my prince."


"HAAAAAAAAAYA!!"
Water splashed up as the boy twisted, his spear gracefully handled as he turned. The spiky hair shifted as he did a 360 and with a gracefully swing of his arm and strength from his built shoulders, the spear head cut a drop of water in half.

The spear then shot down, making another splash as he did some other swings.

Inside the small training room, his master was watching from the corner of the room. He said that he would strike the boy in the middle of his training, seeing if the prince could concentrate while under unknown pressure of surprise.

He hadn't beaten any of these test before.
It was one of his weaker points.

He twisted again, flipping in the air before shooting the spear out, hitting air as a target.
When he landed, the water splashed up again but it didn't ripple as it should. His eyes widened as he grinned and spun around, catching Gin's weapon with his own in a dead lock. He was about to apply force to counter his teacher when all of a sudden...

His eyes shot open wide, turning a bright yellow.
His wings glowed brightly as his face went blank and he couldn't take Gin's force.
He fell backwards into the water, hitting the ground hard. His head slammed into the brick, making his yellow eyes roll and close as he blacked out.

The spear fell from his hand as he just laid there.


A grin arose from the man as the patter of animals filled the once silent throne. He reached down, rubbing and petting each of the black beast that swirled with Darkness. Even a black wolf with golden eyes... though it was hesitant.
"My dear pets... it has been too long, I fear. Have you forgotten me?"

Some of the animals sounded, some purred.
The wolf itself did nothing but continue a small whimper.

Another snap rung through the throne as two large bowls appeared. One had fresh water, the other held fresh meat. The beast looked back and quickly raced to feed. All but the wolf. The old man looked down, frowning a bit. "Go on..." The wolf looked back and slowly stood, his tail between his legs as he slowly walked to where the others were.

"While you feast, my dears, I have some business to attend to. Don't have time to relax..."

He pointed his hand out, a dark portal appearing. "Be good while I'm gone..." He stepped through and the portal was gone.
The wolf whimpered again, laying down on the cold bricks and putting his head on his paws as he listened to the other behind him eating.

[Reno]

Roxas smiled as he was entangled with the other's body, the comforting touchs lulling him away from what he guessed that pain had meant. He was done talking to the ghosts of the past - he wanted to find his own way; and this time he'd have Axel to walk that path with, regardless of the outcomes.

He spoke softly, a yawn cutting into his words, "Good... night Axel..."


Gin watched Ventus moving fluidly, his movements nearly the perfection of a warriors despite his youth. He couldn't help but nod proudly as he saw the water being cut as if it were paper. He had power, and skill just had trouble with adapation. Ven needed to get better... if Xehanort was coming back, they ALL had to get better.

To be not only a good fighter but a good leader, one had to be quick-witted and willing to be put into situations they never expected and come up with the correct solutions. He knew... that if Roxas failed in whatever he was trying to do - in laymens terms if he died - then Ventus would no longer be the soon-to-leader of the Peace Army, but the heir to Norn. And that in itself would be it's own shock...

He couldn't help but worry about his young charge. He felt like Ven was half his son as well. He knew he would protect the royal family with everything he had, if it ever came to that but Jet and Ven both held a speacial place in his heart, and he knew he'd give thrice more for them what he'd give anyone else - sans his own wife and daughter.

Gin reached for his spear as Ven's back was turned and suddenly, quiet as a cat, slunk forward just as Ven was coming down. His feet tapped the water, making countering ripples, that hit agaisnt the ones Ven made - and to his pride Ven spun and met his strike without fail. He smirked a little, then started to apply immense pressure, seeing what his subordinate would do to counter it.

What he wasn't expecting was the flash of yellow, or the falter, or the stumble backwards. To his horror, Ven went spiraling into the water and with a loud smack that made Gin's face contort hit his head. "Ventus!" He called, dropping his own spear and hurriedly dropping to his knees at the prince's side. He lifted up the limp form carefully, cupping the other's head and turning it some. He could see red dying some of the hair. Shit, Jet was gonna murder him!

He felt the already forming bump and cut carefully moving hairs as he studied the cut. It didn't look too bad - a concussion at worse hopefully. But just in case...

He lifted the limp body into his arms and hurried for the medical ward.

What had happened? Why had his eyes changed color? Unless...

Gin chuckled, watching the small blonde darting around the trees, wings curving precisely to make the sharper turns. He was taking his 'child training' rather seriously it seemed. He'd been at it for hours - since dawn. Determined little tiger...

Suddenly however, Ven jsut seemed to fall from the sky, landing clumsily - a sad outcome of perfect landings in the past two hours. He rose a little hand and rubbed at his eyes and the silver-wing suddenly hurried forward.
"Hey why's you stop?" He asked, not too happy at seeing the tears in those eyes.
"Cause Soran's sad."
Gin blinked incredulosuly. The two boys hadn't even seen each other all morning. "How do you know that?"
"I can feel it. Here." Ven said, pointing to his chest. "I can always feel what he and Roxas feel. I'm gonna go make sure he's okay."
Gin blinked, watching the blonde take leave. that...was a question for Latium.


Terror.
Panting.
Fire.
Smoke.
Coughing.

"FUCK!" Terra cried in agitation as he raced down the never-ending rows of books - burning books. His eyes were watering, but if anyone asked it was because of the smoke not because he was losing his precious home. Metal of the sheleves were groaning all around him as they burnt and bent under the force of the heat, liquifying all over the floor. while books turned to nothing but ash - their words lost forever to this world.

He felt disoriented and alone. In just one minute his father had managed to spitfire the whole place to hell - and like the coward he was he ran, tail between his legs. Now he was in a familar palce with no familar sights. Smoke colelcting, more and more with no place to go. One window, broken yet lost from sight under all the black smog, was the only outlet for the poison damaging his lungs - and he knew it wasn't enough.

"Come on Terra! Is this how you fight for the things you desire?!" He heard the voice of his father in the midst of the flames. Fire suddenly blasted in front of him in a great torrent, knocking over some sheleves in it's path, forcing him to halt like one would on the sidewalk when a speeding bus came by. There went the science section.

Terra placed a hand over his motuh, coughing behind his hand, seeing a dark form appearing from the flames. With a great fright he turned into a wolf, barking and snarling like a dog that did the same when safely inside a fence.

His body crouched, looking round and round - no escape. Too much flame and smoke to stop now - it was too late. everything was lost. He had to get out, get out NOW. He wouldn't die from the flames, oh no, he'd die from the smoke inhalation - from suffocation.

He heard a sharp crack beside him and looked to his right, only to yelp in horror as another shelf came down right atop him. He wheeled on he dashed madly forward just barely missing being crushed and instead crashed right in flames. The fires licked at his fire singing it badly before he caught enough of his mind to call up a sand spell to protect himself.

The beige streams wrapped around him in a comforting embrace, reminding him of happier times in the oasis with Ven in the water...

Ven!

That was right, Ven... Ven was waiting for him, loving him somewhere far away from here. He couldn't just die - and certainly not so pathetically!

Alright if he was in the science section then the way back was... left. Terra turned back round and took off into the fires, trying to hold back whimpers of pain as his feet burnt into the liquidfied metal, splitting and burning the pads. He charged on however, filled with grim resolve to survive as he turned and rushed blindly in the darkness, taking pathes he had known by heart - cutting through the fiction, the mytholgoy, the mystery, the health. He was just rounding the corner of his favorite section - the fine art (ah what would leonardo say if he knew his art was burning?) - when he found himself in the encyclopedic area - which marked that he was at the entrance of the window.

The wolf looked up, watching how the smoke was moving, before he saw it - the palce where the smoke was being sucked out from like a drain sucked up water in a tub - and charged forward. When he jumped he used nothing to aid him, because there simply was nothing left. It all relied on his own power.

It didn't disappoint as he was suddenly sailing through the window and pounding his paws hard on a rooftop. He didn't stop however. He crossed over to the next roof with another powerful jump. He landed and his limbs collasped under him. The wolf changed and the brunette laid there, curling up with a coughing fit and mind hazed and dizzy. Water fell from his eyes in a disgusting stream that, had he been more aware he would have been ashamed of; and his throat hurt terribly, but nothing hurt more than his heart as he watched the black smoke coloring the sky, announcing to the world that the library was no more.

A crunching made his eyes widen and he looked behind him slowly, seeing red eyes glimmering down at him, a malicious grin spread on the blackened face. Terra growled raspily, struggling to his feet - trying not to cry out as needed to use his hands and feet to aid that effort and they were both burnt and bleeding.

Hatori tilted his head, taking in the appearance of his son - chuckling. Red marks from first degree burns and yellow blisters from second spotting the skin, singed hair, bleeding limbs, black clothes, ash and soot covering every inch of him... And all from just one attack. "You truly are Ida's brat." He snorted. "Revoltingly weak."

To his shock and surprise however, his son did not back down like he had before instead the brunette gave a snarl, his eyes flashing to yellow and claws growing, falling into the state between man and beast. "Hooo, what is this? You still want to face me?" Terra got into a stance, making a 'come on' gesture. Now that was the spirit!

Hatori grinned and charged.

[Rikugurl]

The castle was a gloomy silent in the hallways.
However, in the room in which the plaque had broken was in total chaos.

The king knew it would be long until all of Norn knew about his return... but he was to be the one to give this information to his wife.

Panicked footsteps rang clear through the hallways on the top level and stopped in front of large doors. There was a knock before both doors opened and the troubled looking king walked into his bedroom. He walk to the balcony, seeing his beautiful wife sitting there with a book and map close by.

Neither of them had much desire to go on with their normal life since Roxas went missing...

"Runa...?" He sounded softly, catching her attention. She must of known something was wrong for she dropped everything she was doing and came to him. He looked down at her and frowned. "We need to collect the boys.... he's back...."


More patter could be heard down the hallway as a silver wing ran down towards the medic.
However, something did stop his sprint.
"DADDY!!"
A little girl waved as she rushed after him. She blinked as she walked over, looking down at the prince who seemed to be sleeping... however some drops of blood hitting the white brick made here eyes wide.

"He's hurt?" She looked up at her and bit her lip. "Is he going to be ok?"


Murky water sloshed around, the mud slicking up the side of the metal armor.
"Maaaaan, forget this." A raspy voice came from the man within side the armor. Arms reached up, pulling off an oddly shaped helmet. It looked like the head of a dragon.

It was thrown down onto the dry land as the figure pulled itself from the seaweed and other mucky water. The gloves too were thrown next to it along with a large spear. The torso came off, heavy from the large, dragon-like wings that were attached to the back. Lastly was leg armor, all thrown around the base of a tree that leaned over the shallow water.

Under the armor revealed an older man with a bare chest. The chest itself wasn't bare though. Many signs of old, harsh scars littered it, darkening the skin. As for pants, he wore poorly made animal skin that was normal to see on the peasants of this region. Animal skin boots were drenched in mud as he walked though the slight bit of grass on the damp ground.

He reached up again, pulling a string from his hair. It fluttered down, long, almost down to the mid of his back. It was thin, easy for his pointed ears to pierce though. This too also showed his old age by the grey streaks through his once fully black.
Under the long hair and above a nasty scar was a bright yellow eye. Only one...for the other wasn't so lucky... An eye patch too its place.

He looked back, seeing another figure in the same armor he had been in still in the water.
They had been called out here because one of the townspeople had missed a very important charm... and needed it back. Why both of them had to look was beyond him...

He shook his head as he continued onto higher ground. She'll figure out he was gone off sooner or later. First he needed to take a leak...

As he walked, he suddenly stopped when he saw a part of black boots in his view. A chill ran down his frame... as a feeling passed through him. Slowly the yellow eye looked up, seeing a much older man than himself looking down at him from the hill. His eyes were the same color. A frown ran over his face as his eyes darkened. "Xehanort...."

The older man smiled, as if he was glad that he was recognized. "That's 'Master' Xehanort." The elder, powerful voice filled the slight silence. "I am shocked to see an Atterian so far away from home... and not trying to destroy anything...Xigbar"
The hairs on the back of Xigbar's neck bristled as he growled, fangs showing as he gripped his fist.

He knew of this 'Master Xehanort' from old tales that his father use to tell him and Hatori when they were young. He had the power to look into your eyes and learn everything about you in a flash. He wouldn't ask the old man how he knew his name.
"What is it to you?" Xigbar snapped back.
The old man's eyes widened before he smiled. "You still have the Atterian charm though." He chuckled as the darkness on Xigbar's face grew.

"Well... I'd love to stand here and chat but I have quite a few placed I need to go... so... you'll be joining the fight against Norn."
Xigbar's eye widened. "As if!" He laughed darkly, shaking his head. A fight against Norn. Yea right... like that was ever going to happen. "Didn't you learn your lesson, old man?"
Xehanort grinned before shaking his head. "I did... and I'll try, try again."

He looked beyond the man towards the other figure. "Well, if you don't come with me... I'll take someone else... and that woman down there will be used differently than a soldie---"
"DON'T you dare." Xigbar stepped into the view of Xehanort and the figure below still unaware of what was going on.
"Oh~" The older man grinned more. "So, if she were to take off that armor of hers.... would I see a mark somewhere...?"

There was dead silence before the Atterian looked away.
"No huh?" Xehanort grinned. "Oh how true it is. You can never love... or be loved."
"That's not true..." The other answered as he continued to look away. "I love her..."
"Prove it." The old man grinned as he held out his head, a portal appearing at his command.
"Do as I say... or....I'll.....kill her."

A yellow eye widened, slowly looking back at the older one. There was a wicked grin on his face... but he knew Xehanort was dead serious.
A sigh came from the frowning lips as his legs started to move towards the portal. Before he entered though, he looked over his shoulder, seeing that Aqua was looking around. He felt a pain in his heart before he closed his eyes... and walked into the Darkness.

[Reno]

Runa stared at the map listlessly, staring out the thousands and thousands of stars - each one separate and special with their own life and inhabitants. And on any one of them, her son could be there. She worried - wondered if he was cold or hungry, wondered if he had chosen a yellow or a blue world, wondered if he would decide to come back soon...

The sound of the door opening brought her too attention and she waited for the servant to possibly tell her lunch was ready or something of the sort - when instead Jet's voice greeted her. She dropped her map and quickly whirled around, sensing the distressed and terrified tone, something... she had never heard before from him. Het husband was no coward...

She stood, but at his words nearly fell back in a dead faint. "H-He?" She repeated. "You mean Xe-" she cut herself off as if saying the name alone would bring the end to Norn. She got a nod and let out a shuddered breath, nodding slowly yet almost blankly, the shock still settling.

Norn... was in for some very dark times. Dark times indeed. She walked over to him, trying to hold herself proudly even if she was shaking. The stories of Xehanort had been told to her as well - being queen. Horrible renditions of how he stole Shee's blood for his personal gain, controlled terrible creatures in his army... and now one of their boys - ironically the one he would want the most - was missing. Could it be... could it be that note was a fake? That their son had been...

She blinked away tears of doubt. "V-Ven would probably be training and I-I saw Soran in the gardens not a moment ago..."


Gin walked down the tiled floor quickly, wonder when exactly Ven had gotten so heavy, when the piercing cry of his daughter made him come to an abrupt halt. He turned, seeing Lilo come running, her eyes full of worry. Last he had seen of her she had been rather upset about Roxas gone missing (heh, her crush on the prince was rather adorable if he did say so him self). At her questions he only smiled. "He'll be fine, Riri will take excellent care of him. But sweetheart could you do me a big favor, and go find Jet and tell him his son is in the medical ward?"
When he got a nod he smiled and lent down to bestow a kiss atop her head. "That's my girl."

Once his daughter had taken off he continued forward until he pushed open a door with his shoulder. The sweet green-wing glanced up from some medicine she was making, paled at the sight of Ven and dropped some of her herbs. "Oh my! Set him down!"

Gin nodded, laying the blonde down on a nearby bed. Riri was there in and instant, checking the head injury, tsking here and there and asking him questions (not to mention harshly reprimanding him for hurting his young charge in sparring AGAIN) while she cleaned away the blood to get a good gander at the wound.
"Call for Artios if you could Gin." She was wordlessly obeyed.


Soran was talking to Kitchi quietly, noticing his Shee guard was actually BLUSHING as they talked about romance (that was just too hilarious for words) and he had just gotten the pink-wing to admit he did indeed have a crush on the java-counter girl for the cafe.

The prince grinned slyly, nudging the other in the ribs. "You know you should really- oof!" Suddenly he was no longer standing but spiraled out on the floor - nearly finding the same fate as his dear brother - and he blinked, looking at the brown-wing atop him. "Uh... hey Lilo what's the rush?"

Apparently a lot was because the girl rushed through apologizes, rushed through explanations, and then rushed off. Soran barely had time to sit up and take it all in in the course of three seconds. "Wait... did she saw my brother is with Riri?"
"I believe so Sire."
Well, that answered why he had such a nasty headache.
"Come on!"


Why did it take two people to find a charm? It didn't but Aqua knew if she sent Xigbar out to do the job he would fail because he seriously sucked at finding lost things. With only one eye (courtesy of her) she supposed she shouldn't be so judgmental but still! He was more brainless then a dog sometimes.

So of course she had to look. But misery loves company so she just had to drag her lovely partner with her to watch him suffer too. It was rather hilarious how much he seemed to hate getting wet and dirty.

The bluette sighed as she continued to stoop over, gloves digging into the muck ad making clouds appear in the water. It was just a little dragon charm - but she knew the family well and knew that it was an heirloom. She had no choice but to try.

"Hey, Ass-if," She called suddenly, not aware she was speaking to herself, but was aware that it was suddenly quiet where her partner had been not moments ago. "Why not try looking!?"

She paused, waiting for the typical grunt and sharp retort - or even just a silent obedience. She got nothing but silence. "Bastard?" He called straightening and looking behind her. She saw the pile of armor, making her eyebrows furrow a little bit, before she studied the woodland sides. "Xig?" She called, this time sounding worried.

Usually he told her when he was going to sneak off - in the meanest ways possible of course. She was surprised he didn't come behind her and push her headfirst into the water - it would have been perfect revenge against her pouring that maple syrup down his pants this morning.

She wasn't sure what made her look up - a flicker of something dark moving, but she slowly tilted her head, catching sight of black and white hair being swallowed up in a vat of darkness. Her eyes widened in horror and she opened her mouth, crying out, "XIGBAR?!" Had that really been him? Was she imagining things?!

She suddenly spotted something - actually someone - else and this left her disturbed as she locked eyes with the amber-eyed man. Her hand shot out, clamping around her nearby spear sticking silently in the water, her eyes full of threat and fear.


If the Atterians in town weren't already drawn in by the smell of smoke and sight of it wafting in the air, the subsequent explosion had everyone rushing from their homes and classrooms to stare about in greedy curiosity.

They recognized what it meant. Magic like that hardly ever collided in town like this - most fights were done through physical practices. But Atterians had to adapt not only to the Shee's magnificent powers but to some of the lesser beings like warlocks and mages.

Yet when magic collided between two Atterians... well the fight typically consisted of higher-level Atterians like the Tellus' or the Mavi's attempting to take the title of strongest. It was one that happened very rarely in their history and was one never to be missed.

Terra fell from the roof, the backlash of the colliding spells - a sand geyser and spit fire - was enough to make him lose his balance. Nails screeched as he reached out, and caught onto a light pole saving himself a few bruises. He growled, dropping to the ground and hissed as the sand burned into his feet.

He had no time to rest however when suddenly a stream of sand flew through the air, curling like a deceptive snake straight for him. "Fuck!" Terra snapped his claws curling menacingly. A furious yellow glow surrounded him as he concentrated "Yori Kaiten!" made a motion in midair, writing an S in gold energy, before slicing it in half with his fingers. The gold energy, split, flew upwards with great force. One stream of energy smacked into the stream of sand, creating another explosion that left Terra skidding backwards. The other stream colliding with the roof of the building Hatori was on.

The top of the rock building collapsed with the force, rubble and debris flying everywhere. When the smoke cleared, only half the building was still intact - the edges of its once fine white rock now blackened. Hatori was-

"Jouro Senban." To the right!

Terra's didn't get a chance to even look - instead a large stream of sand hurled upwards like some great beast was emerging from within and shot into the hair - only to break about into many small little pieces and began to rain down upon the area Terra was in. Their points were sharp and deadly. The wolf grit his teeth before he dove into the sand, slipping into it like it was water. The sand needles cut into the ground right where he had been standing.

Hatori just laughed and clenched his fist. Terra was making this too easy. "Gatsuuga." He hissed. The tips of the embedded needles suddenly glowed, and then with a great force exploded. Sand was heaved up everywhere, and in the dust a form of a man also went sailing into the air crashing into the ground only feet away. Terra struggled to get to his feet, coughing harshly as blood splattered onto the sand.

Atterians were everywhere, remaining a safe distance away as they watched, wanting to see the outcome. The fight between the Tellus legacy was something they had all been awaiting.

[Rikugurl]

Jet swallowed and nodded. Slowly he reached out and wrapped his arms around his wife and queen, bringing her into a tight hug. He nuzzled her soft blonde hair as his fingers ran though it gently. "Runa.... everything will be alright.... I promise..."
He closed her eyes as he buried his face into her hair, recognizing the softness and the smell.

Suddenly the doors were pushed and some complicating muffles came, as if the doors were too heavy.
Both looked back, seeing a brown wing girl push through the crack and into the room.
"KING JET! QUE---"
She blinked and stopped at the two looked down at her. She blushed and quickly curtsied. "I-I'm sorry.... b-but Prince Ventus is in the medic's room with Lady Riri! He bumped his head real bad!"

"Ventus!"
That was all they needed...
He quickly raced from the room with his wife and down the hallway and stairs to the medic's room.


The blonde boy laid still on the examining table. His breath was calm and soft though his body was still unconscious.

In a world far away, a charm on one's hip glowed, pressing warmth other the one who was wearing it.

Back at the table, the red wings burst and pressed outward on the table to wrap around the young prince. They glowed brightly, the Passion in them connecting with the charm.

Blue eyes opened, blinking as he looked around. He was surrounded by... the color of gold. He frowned though as something caught his ear. The sounds of grunts and explosions. He looked around... but could not see anything... until he looked down.

His eyes widened as he suddenly dropped to his knees, looking at the images on the ground.

It was Atteris... but something horrible was happening. He could see a man with greying hair and bright red eyes shooting things at him... but he knew it wasn't hitting him but...

"TERRAAAAAAAAAA!"

The boy twitched on the table, his face wincing as sweat started to run down his face. "T-Terra..." He whimpered as his head moved as if he was having a nightmare.


Yellow eyes looked down at the woman, a grin still on his face before he too suddenly disappeared, as if nothing was there at all.


Another attack was being called. A powerful one at that.
Brown, yellow, red and only one or two rare blue eyes watched the attack, knowing that the other would never stand a chance at deflecting it. They knew that the remains.... might be their next meal. That was what Hatori had said, right?

They were already licking their chops when all of a sudden.... the blast was sent up into the air, as if it hit a solid wall. Their eyes widened more, seeing the dust and sand fly around until the power was sucked away.

Into a key.

A large key shimmered in the sun of the hot world before it disappeared, sparkles of Darkness slowly showering where it had been.
Standing not too far away from the younger Atterian, a bald man with pointed ears leaned over a bit in his frail body. His cape flapped in the harsh winds as his deadly eyes looked up at the red eyed Tellus.

All the watching Atterians whimpered, some shoving their tails between their legs.. especially the elders.
It was Master Xehanort.

"My... at least this place hasn't changed any." He tilted his head as he pulled a hand from his back where he had placed them in a relaxed stance. A snap of the fingers motioned a few portals around the town. "It's time once again."

[Reno]

Runa melted into the embrace, finding comforted against the familiar strong body and the soft, caressing touches. "Jet..." She mumbled softly. She admired his strength in such a situation...

When the door opened however she opened her eyes, blushing darkly. Maybe they should make a door-knocking policy for their bedroom. However, Lilo had not once ever entered their bedroom chamber before, and the panic written over her face made her only tense more.

And the news was enough to send another shock to her. With the words of one of her beloved sons in pain, she was out the door and down the hall in an instant, Jet at her side. What more could go wrong today?


Gin was just about to leave to go find Artios for Riri, when the door opened and slammed into his face. "OW!" He backed away, blindly holding his nose.
"Oh! Sorry Gin." Was the sheepish response and he gave a sour look to the guilty brunette prince. The sound of Ven's groaning however quickly made them break-away from their stare.
"Ven!" The two cried in unison and rushed towards the bed.
Riri nearly had a heart attack when the wings wrapped around the other. She bit her lip, knowing that it was a good sign that he was dreaming but it would be no good if he was having nightmares. He would be harder to treat like that.

Soran was just reaching out to touch his brother when the door opened with quiet a slam, making three our of four of the occupants jump and glance back - only to see the Queen and King themselves stepping within.
"What happened?" Runa demanded, her eyes full of worry.
Gin shifted from foot to foot a little nervously, a very rare thing for him to do, before admitting, "He was training and I jumped in on him and attacked and he lost his balance and fell."


Aqua tensed as the man suddenly disappeared. What the... how? Black smoke? An illusion? She growled, suddenly lumbering out of the water and charging the hill. "GET BACK HERE!" She screamed, but when she reached the top she was only surrounded by trees. She looked carefully this way and that - for a sign of struggle, broken branches, disturbing leaves, cut bark, anything to indicate which way they went but nothing showed itself. Nothing ion the trees, no echo of voices...

The most disturbing fact is how open this area was. If they had made a run for it... then she should still be able to see them...

She turned around quickly, trying to see if maybe the man had been cunning liek a fox, and went down the hill while she went up - but nothing. Not a sign. Hell, even the grass was undisturbed. Agitated beyond reason she shut her eyes and slammed the tip of her spear in the ground. "Sense." She whispered, seeing the layout of the region in her minds eye - outlined in blue. Like a radar finding blips of planes, the coils of blue went out, further and further each time as she pushed more and more power into the spell. She could the woodland creatures. Another ripple. She saw the houses on the outskirts of town. Another. She caught the sight of child, adults, families, animals all in the nearby town. Another. went so far it hit the edges of both the fire region and the lightning region. Another. The rippl went so far over the nearby ocean... she located Regole.

But no Xigbar. He was... He was gone. Her eyes slowly opened blinking away the burning distress and turned on her heels. "Xigbar!" She called, charging into the forest. She knew nothing was in there... she knew he wasn;lt here... but she had to try.


Terra groaned painfully, trying to get up, only for his hands to slip and scrape under him with a harsh force and he bit his lip to muffle the cry of pain. He pant, grains of sands shifting from the breaths, before dully looking up at his father.

Hatori smirked, black energy beginning to collect around his palms. "It's time for your coffin boy." The magic was getting stronger and stronger, making the world of Atteris shake under everyone's feet.
He pointed his hand at his son.
Terra swallowed hard, slowly shutting his eyes.
The attack fired.
Terra heard a scream of his name - Ven? and then without warning the black stream of energy collided with thin dispersing like water would when spilled on the floor. He stared quietly, amazment briefly taking his rbeath away - but a shadowy figure that reeked of darkness made his stomach curl inward and he knew that it had not been Ven who had saved him.

Slowly he turned his head... and all the hair on his body stood on end. He reached down, a shaking hand curling around his gold charm almost as if he was searching for comfort.

Hatori, however, did not waver at all. He snarled, disregarding the portals as he started forward, red eyes flashing menacingly. "Xehanort." He said, his voice full of scorn and superiority. "Why it's a honor to see a fallen foe. You don't know how to die with dignity I see." He stopped, only mere feet away, and stood tall and proud.

"Get lost." He ordered. "Your reign was over long ago. The Atterians have more pride than to work for a fool like you." He scowled, showing off his sharpening teeth. He meant it.

[Rikugurl]

The king stepped in, frowning as he looked around and saw his son wrapped in his own glowing wings. This reminded him too much of what happened to Roxas...
Was he... going to lose another son?

He looked over at his best friend, listening to what he had to say. He frowned but shook his head. "I doubt you pushed my son like this Gin... something most of happened to make him fall..." He walked closer to his boy that was sweating badly and shaking a bit. "Ventus?" He spoke softly as he reached down, pressing his hand on the blonde's forehead.

"Ah!" He pulled away, holding his hand though.
It burned... like a heat from a desert.

"TERRAAA!! TERRAAAAA!" The blonde slammed his fist into the gold mirror, trying to break it as if he could burst out and save his love.... but... someone saved him already?

Tears ran down his cheek as his blue eyes watched, seeing a man with broad, hunched shoulders and a crooked back.

"Xe-Xehanort..." The boy sputtered out as he continued to twitch and sweat on the table.
Jet's eyes widened in horror before looking out at the ones looking at Ventus. "Summon Sir Artios now!"

As his father called the order, the charm on Ven's chest started to glow.


The old mad didn't move a muscle except to pull his hand back to his lower back. He watched the red eyed Atterian walk over, seeing how proud and full of himself. He didn't remember this Atterian at all... but he was definitely a Tellus. His yellow eyes glowed as he read this character inside out.

There was silence between them, the watching Atterians uneasy. If Hatori could do this... maybe he was the strongest Atterian on Attris. Not like his offspring.

The old man looked around the burning town only to look back at the man and grin. "I think we see things differently. I believe I'm still standing." The wind passed though them, making his cape flow. "Also, I do believe that I put a rather good offer on the plate. If your kind join my reign... and we defeat the Shee... you can do what you wish. Eat them, cook them, torture them. Bask in their powerful blood and become the leading race of the universe. In return, I have the world's power."

A key shaped weapon appeared in his hand again as he taunted it in front of Hatori. The key was large, and the power of Darkness radiated from it. "Besides, your father was the only one who could get much of a victory over the Shee since I've been gone. Where is the rest of your pride?"

[Reno]

Gin merely looked at the ground. He doubted it too, but he couldn't help but feel bad about it. He had been the one to shove the other to the ground after all.

Runa bit her red lips as moved around the other side of the bed to where her eldest son was, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting embrace.

Soran frowned, leaning against his mother- but at his dad's cry he looked up sharply. "Dad!"
"King Jet are you alright?" Riri called raising up only to see the redness on his hands. She looked down at Ven worried, seeing the sweat collecting and the heat that seemed to be sizzling off of him. She turned, hurrying to the sink.

At the name of Xehanort however everyone froze momentarily, eyes widening in fear and confusion. and then Gin jumped to attention, rushing from the room.
Riri wet a towel with cold water, squeezing out the excess before running back over, carefully dabbing at the blonde's hot and flushed face. At this point she didn't know what to do.

Soran stared at the charm quietly, murmuring something under his breath. 'He's on Atteris?' Recruiting... Atterians. His eyes widened in realization. That meant Terra... was in a lot of danger.

The door opened again and in stepped the purple-winged Shee, Gin practically shoving him in from behind. "I can walk you know." The man said annoyed, but at the sight of the royal family, all distressed, He quickly drew himself up and hurried over.


Terra panted softly, watching the scene unfolding before him. He tugged the charm from his belt suddenly, bringing it close to his face and pressed his lips against it as if he was trying to pray for good luck. "Ven..." He murmured again.

Hatori drew his lips back, at the insult but then his eyes sparked with decision. The death of Xehanort would be just as uprising to the Tellus name as any Shee! "You know, today I don't have much an appetite for Shee. I think I'd rather much feast upon fallen villians." Without any warning at all the Tellus raced forward, slipping from human to ebast within moments and charged towards the golden-eyed man, jaws snapping for his throat.

[Rikugurl]

Ven shivered as he watched but blinked, feeling a new warmth.
Terra.
A soft smile ran over his face as he laid his head on the gold, feeling the love and warmth the other gave him. His tears continued to fell as his heart fluttered. "Terra..."

Jet swallowed as he looked over, seeing the purple wing once more. "Sir Artios!" He looked back down at his son and frowned, seeing his panting fainting some, but the sweat and now tears didn't seem to quit. "My son... there's something wrong with him now too." He looked back up, his once bright blue eyes dark. "And... he said something of Xehanort..."


The old man blinked, hearing what Hatori had to say. Only another smirk ran over his features as he saw the man turn to beast and in a flash, he had jumped, fangs coming right for him.

But a key got in the way, making the leopard bite down on that instead. The key was whipped out, sending the Atterian flying into the ground as if he was just a weak cub. Dust sprayed up and calmed once more. "You might be more brave... and foolish... but I wouldn't comment on pride."

He looked back at the other's, a shine in his eye. "Whoever doesn't want to look foolish, I suggest you join me one last time. If I fail you, I promise I won't come back."

The man suddenly turned, his back on all the beast. His yellow eyes blazed down at the brunette boy. He suddenly leaned over and grabbed the charm from him. He looked down at it, seeing the marking and the pure gold. "Ah... the broken cross of Passion." He looked down at the young Atterian and grinned. "Now why does a beast like you have a symbol of a Shee?" His eyes glowed more as he looked deep into the hurting blue.

He stepped back a bit, another grin coming over his old features. "I see... you fancy one of the princes." He whispered for only them to hear. "You seem to weak to join... I should just kill you now... but... I'm nicer than you think." He reached down, offering a hand to the beaten wolf. "If you join me... I'll spare you and you'll see him again... I promise. Just stay loyal..."

[Reno]

Artios looked at the king, eyes narrowing harshly at the mention of their old adversary, before nodding. "Understood Sire." He looked down at Ventus, reaching out to touch him but his fingers froze inches above the others skin, feeling the heat wafting off of him. It was an unnatural amount to the point that he worried it would shut down the blonde's system.

He took a slow breath, before slowly letting it out. Wisps of blue mist curled from his mouth, slowly caressing the young prince's body and face. His skin started to cool down some. It was upon this spell the casing of the blue vials had been made. It was call Chaalma.

He looked up and down his body, seeing the blood dotting the pillow and the charm that was glowing. He wasn't certain what was happened. He had grown used to the idea that the Trinity could call out to each other but if Roxas was calling out for Ven he would also call out to Soran, so why? Why was this happening?

He reached out, placing his hand against the charm. He could feel the magic the jeweler had put into the charm - but it felt... peculiar. "Dasvay," He murmured as his eyes shaded to a sharp cat's-eye green. He could see the white glow of the charm - but he could also see three links wrapping around the charm. One doubled back and was tied around Soran's crown. Another was horizontal with the room, seeming to disappear in the ceiling. Artios touched this link and in a flash he saw an X-mark hidden in darkness. Roxas' charm - but it was not on the blonde. Finally there was a third link, this one much brighter than the others, showing its youth. He touched it charefully, and saw a mimic of Ven's charm, except in a bright gold... and eyes of yellow, cruel and unforgiving. He felt the power of the man holding the charm - it was immense. The magical prowess alone was enough to daunt him.

He breathed in sharply. How he was getting to Ven, he didn't know, but he would not allow it to happen any further. He wound his finger around the link, sending a small jolt of power through it to the other man - almost like he was giving him a warning. "Baarish." With a sharp tug the link snapped.


Hatori growled, clenching his jaws hard around the ugly metal, tasting the iron. He barely had time to react however when he was suddenly yanked around with much force. He wasn;t able to hold on feeling almost as if a strong pressure had been applied and with a strangled yelp he went flying.

His body twisted and smacked hard into the rough dirt, clouds of beige rising in his wake.

Terra heard Ven's voice, just a mere whisper, but then his eyes were drawn up by the strange noise his father made. His eyes widened as he saw his dad effortlessly defeated and he lowered his head. As the footsteps came nearer he started to shake. He cursed himself for his cowardice - and his fingers clenched around the charm - when it was abruptly stolen from his hand.

The brunette wolf looked up, issuing a soft yet sharp sound of complaint, his throat constricted. He scowled at the man, mouthing 'Give it back' to the other but he went ignored.

Suddenly however his eyes went wide at the others next statement. How had he known....? He scowled, about to demand for his charm back once more, when there was a crackle of sharp green energy that zapped out at Xehanort - that wasn't Ven's magic, he knew it instantly - before to his horror, the charm shattered.

He watched the flecks of metal glint in the sun falling with only the softest of clinks as they met the ground. Terra reached out shakily, clumsily placing his hand on the metal and sand and curling his fingers to collect as much as possible. "Ven... Ven..." He rasped softly, bowing his head so his bangs hid his eyes and the tears that were coming to them.

[Rikugurl]

Jet frowned as he watched the man, easily understanding the blue breath. As the search for Roxas continued, he got a clue that Roxas had bought an awful lot of the potion it made. This made their search narrow, finding places that were hot around the universe.

Ven's body stopped shaking, his breath calming completely as the air sizzled.
"Ventus..." His father breathed softly as he slowly touched his boy's arm without being burned.

The odd words filled the room, making everyone look at the skilled mage. However, when the yell occurred, everyone's eyes widened, seeing something shoot into the charm.

"Terra?" Blue eyes widened before he started to bang harsh onto the gold. "NO! GIVE IT BACK TO HIM! GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK!" He cried with all his might, his vocal cords burning. He shivered as he lost the warmth... and the gold became much more colder... as if he was visiting an arctic world.

No much longer, he felt a power boil up and started to look around. Something was coming. Something.... big.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!" The prince shot up in the bed, his yellow eyes bright as ever as his wet body shook. His eyes fluttered, looking much of the light before they disappeared. He eyes rolled back, falling back down to the bed. He blacked out... for good this time...

"VENTUS!"
Jet cried as he gripped onto his son's arm. He shook the boy was he fell once more... but there was no response.
Slowly he looked up, frowning a bit. "What.... what happened, Artios?"


The yellow eyes narrowed as the boy started to motion... and actually move a bit. Even if he was beaten... he would continue to stand. That was what he needed.

"Ack!" He growled as a sudden shot threw him off his train of thought. He shook his hand, making the gold fall from his hands completely.
That power... he could only remember if from one person.
Artios.
He was still alive?

He shook his head and looked down, seeing the pathetic view of the Atterian.... crying?

A white glove shot down, pulling the beaten Atterian by the collar. "Time to go." A portal opened and the brunette was thrown in carelessly. He looked back, seeing the other Atterians looking at him. "I'll keep the portals open for 24 hours. Nothing more and nothing less." He slowly stepped into the portal in which he had flung Terra and it closed, leaving only one open. The one that he had summoned for Hatori.