Oddood198 wrote:"Left. When in doubt, always go left."
OOC: What is this madness?! You stole my motto!
OOC- Funny, I could have sworn it was "When in doubt, always go right". Whatever happened to right?
Jadis shrugged but followed the path. He and Ethinine hung close to Arren, for the Light of his wings were a comfort compared to the surrounding Darkness, which writhed and coiled around Arren's bubble of light menacingly, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Jadis glanced over the edge of the path again, remembering when he had fallen into it. He could still sort of feel Adon, but he supposed that was because he had been steeped in it for at time. There was a sense of...waiting, anticipation. But it wasn't eager, it wasn't wary, it just was. "What do you wait for?
" he asked unconsciously.
He jumped, startled. The feeling was everywhere now. he wondered if either of his companions could sense it.
"I wonder how Callysta and the Grand Sage are," Ethinine said softly. "I hope they're alright."
Jadis was quiet. His mind, the part connected to his shadowed counterpart, was feeling weird. Several conflicting emotions, anger, rage, inward and out, a dreadful hunger, the smell of blood, the need to defend something important. He didn't dare go any deeper, he needed to be completely alert now.
"Arren," he said. "Do you know why Azarael is so interested in Reveka? And in us, for that matter. How much do you know?" He didn't believe it to be any more than his own scattered pieces.
Suddenly, he felt something resonate in Adon's essence. He looked up, already knowing what he was about to see. The path ended at a spiral staircase, which vanished into the Darkness outside Arren's light. But he could see Azarael up above, looking down at them. His expression was one of mild amuzement and some annoyance. "What's wrong with today's youth?" he asked rhetorically. "They are incapable of obeying the simplest command. Reveka's been the quietest of all of you."
"Well, she is a girl, I'm sure she's got better manners than us boys," Jadis replied jokingly. "I'm sure she'll take her turn once she realizes Arren's here."
"Actually, she already knows." Azarael stepped forward and began to descend. "But she has much more respect and understanding of her situation than you do. But that's only right, she'd embraced the Wings and is awakening to her power. Neither of you have." He shook his head, smirking. "I suppose I must do without a grand final battle. It seems the strongest and most worthy has already been decided."
"Nothing's decided until either side is destroyed!" Ethinine declared angrily. "You can't pronounce yourself victor before the battle's over!"
Azarael landed softly, smirking. "Is that so." He put his hand to his side, his fingers curling as though gripping something. "Then how about a demonstration?" He pulled back his hand like he was drawing a sword, as a sword formed in his hand. A longsword, almost the length of a grown man, pulsed with dark energy. "Show me what I must face. Come, I crave a challenge."
"You'll get one," Jadis hissed, pulling on his claws. Ethinine looked a little startled but prepared himself.
The other Jadis smiled back at Shaddoc, then gasped as a claw suddenly took him in the side. He stumbled and fell, collapsing off the roof. He saw another shadow tackle Shaddoc, followed by a whole bunch of others. Meanwhile, several others were coming towards himself and Nigal. He scrambled to his feet, ready to fight to the death if need be. Instantly they all jumped on him. He fought as hard as he could, but even a good fighter cannot hold off the mob forever. He screamed out as another claw dug into his other side, tearing him down as the rest came in, shrieking their joy and pleasure.
"Stay calm," Neoman told Callysta, raising his hands. Several lights formed, blocking Gamaliel's own dark attacks and exploding like mini fireworks.
Gamaliel stumbled back, then stiffened as Callysta's spear went straight through his left leg. He collapsed, then entire leg going.
"Keep it up," Neoman encouraged as she began launching spikes at Gamaliel. "You're doing fine."
Gamaliel shot a beam of darkness towards Callysta, who dodged it at the last minute. Neoman crafted a dome of light, which he placed on the ceiling of the tower. Gamaliel eyed it warily. "And what is that for?" he demanded.
"You will find, when you try to leave, that you are unable. I have trapped you in your own dream, Gamaliel."
The man's eyes widened. Howling in fury and fear, he cast a great beam of Darkness directly at Neoman. It traveled directly through him, but Neoman remained unscathed. Neoman, shining like the sun, smiled gently at the stunned Gamaliel.
"You should have studied this power more. If you relax your hold on the dream, particularly during a distraction, someone else could very easily take over it. I'm afraid...you've lost. I'm sorry, but you must be stopped here."
"Not while I still draw breath," Gamaliel snarled. He lunged forward, hands extended and dimmed with Dark energy. Neoman gently took Callysta's hand.
"Are you ready?" he said, smiling at her. Slowly, their combined energies of Darkness and Light combined, forming a terrific energy which smashed into Gamaliel. He cried out one last time, his entire body dispersing into nothing.
"Azarael!' he cried. "MASTER!!!!"
and he was gone. In a second, he was gone. Neoman sighed, dropping Callysta's hand. "That was well done," he told her. "I am pleased with your progress. Your father would be proud. Come, lets remove this place." He extended his hands, emitting a powerful Light energy.
Instantly, the dream dissipated, leaving them standing in an empty tower. Sunlight poured through the single window, illuminating the whole room. Neoman turned slightly, then saw Shaddoc to one side, slowly beginning to stir, Nigal with his entire side bleeding lay unconscious against the wall. "Nigal!" he gasped, running to his side. "Callysta, check on Shaddoc," he said, dropping beside him.
Jadis opened his eyes slowly, groaning in agony. His entire body felt like a hundred nails had been driven into it. He braced his arms against the ground and raised himself up, leaning on his arms. He stared at the huge puddle of blood around him, his frazzled mind not comprehending that it was his own. He was quiet a long moment, just staring at it, then his mind slowly began to put the pieces back together.
"The dream," he murmured weakly. "Someone...destroyed the dream."
He heard shrieks, and saw people running around, frantic. He slowly stood, wobbling. Blood poured from his many wounds, but a memory of what was to happen had returned to him.
"The shadows, they're attacking now," he realized. "The North Tower... I must reach the North Tower. I must..." He stumbled a few steps, then collapsed on his face, shuddering. He felt so horribly weak...
"You drifted into the Light again, I see.
He closed his eyes. "Let me go...
"Not yet, my poor disobedient servant. I've one last task for you, but then I'll be happy to let you go. Tell me, what occurred during your return to the Light?
Too weak to resist, Jadis began to remember the instances of the dream, revealing everything to Azarael's eyes. Slowly, his light began to dim, till it receded again.