There were many things that Myth had never been privy to in his younger years. The entirety of the ceremony was one of many things that he had never seen completely. He was generally ushered out of the room the few times he could recall it happening. Coincidentally those few times the verdict had not been pleasant and from what Myth could gather the fates of the accused was not something a prince should see. Myth often questioned the reasoning but at the time he supposed it had made sense.

Once more there was a sense of respect for the mage as he held Myth's gaze. There was something about that look though that told Myth the elf was looking beyond Myth's physical being and more into the aether around him. The prince had anticipated a long debate and as Nim'Sul raised his hand Myth could only raise an eyebrow in interest. Muscles tensed as the words were spoken. Myth had seen at least this much of the ceremony but he did not believe it would come so soon. Myth took a breath as the lights appeared and began there dance. He felt something akin to a tingle in his being as the lights passed through him. The looks upon the faces of those around him told him all he needed to know.

As Nim'Sul proclaimed him cleansing Myth let out the held breath. Everything in his being suddenly relaxed and he realized how tensed up he had been. A feeling of relief filled the pit of his stomach and were it not for his self control Myth might have smiled, but he knew better. He watched noting the look that the mage gave Rayann and it made him curious. There was something there that Myth couldn't put his finger on and from the feeling he got from Rayann he was certain she was curious as well. Myth uncrossed his arms and bowed as his blade was returned to him. Taking it in hand he returned it to it's rightful place at his side. A simple nod was given in response to the missive in his mind. He had taken the first steps towards redemption but there was still a long way to go. As Rayann stepped up and embraced him he finally let a small smile show as he let out a great sigh.

Myth looked to his father but still kept his gaze shifted just below the chin. Myth had gained redemption to the people but he still had to answer to his family. The ceremony would take most of the burden off but there would still be questions. Slipping from Rayann's arms he bowed low to the Speaker "By your leave..."

Standing he turned and walked to the doors waiting at the threshold for Rayann. It was now time to escort her to her meeting with Nim'Sul. He would keep his word and walk her to the tower but remain outside till her meeting was finished. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night. Something about the look on Nim'Sul's face told Myth the talk would be lengthy and that it was definitely centered more around her brother than anything else. Offering his arm he waited for Rayann in silence.

Melcindomien walked to the balcony behind Nim’Sul who stood looking out over the whole of Silvanost. “Master, all the preparations are made.” Nim’Sul turned and looked at Melcindomien and nodded gently in thanks. “You have done well today Melcindomien, I am shocked at how quickly you are picking up things, it takes most Wizards years to learn some of the spells you are mastering in mere weeks. I anticipate you will be among the greatest Magi to ever walk the face of Krynn. Certainly the gods have granted you a special talent when it comes to magic.

Melcindomien nodded respectfully and spoke, “My thanks to you Master, it honors me that you would say such words.” Nim’Sul looked into the slate blue eyes of his Apprentice, a sort of perfect mix between blue and violet, they seemed to shine like the very moons of magic. “If you would like to stay and meet Rayann that would be acceptable, I would assume the meeting is inevitable, so you might as well get the formality over with.”

Melcindomien looked up at Nim’Sul and a very slight smile cracked on the young Elf’s face. His head made one gentle nod and he spoke with that crisp voice, “It would be an honor to meet her before she enters your council.”

“Very well then, please wait with me until she arrives.” Nim’Sul turned and looked out again across Silvanost. He felt that strange fog in his mind once again, it had been happening more and more the last few months. It was curious to say the least, and it was something he would work on, the clearing and renewing of his mind. A wizard must have a clear mind at all times; every act must be intentional…

Rayann noted Myth’s interaction with his father and hoped, beyond all hope, he would seek his father out and have a private council with him. There was much that still needed to be mended between father and son and the sooner Myth took on that task, the sooner he could begin his new life. After Myth walked away, Rayann stood there for a moment longer letting her gaze settle on that of the Speaker of the Stars. He was wise and fair but she could see the hurt he still felt at his son’s betrayal. But she also saw the pride and love he felt knowing his son had indeed come home. A smile formed on her face and she nodded slightly before she bowed low then stood back up and walked to Myth, tucking her arm beneath his.

While she was eager to meet with Nim’Sul she wanted to share time with Myth before they were separated., Knowing it wouldn’t be until much later when they were able to see each other again, Rayann placed her other hand on Myth’s forearm hen looked up at him as they walked. Using her empathetic communication with him, she let him know exactly what was on her mind.

~I wish we had a little time to share with each other before we’re parted. No doubt it will be a while before we are able to share time, privately, with each other. An unfortunate truth about redemption but one worth the small sacrifice. It’s not like we won’t see each other again EVER. Eventually we’ll be able to steal a few moments away from the demands of the world to reconnect.~

Rayann grew silent then as the worrisome thoughts came to the forefront of her mind again. Something was wrong. She could feel it. Ever since she saw Nim’Sul’s reaction to her story she knew something was wrong and it had to do with Rorie. She was anxious yet terrified to find out what it was. Finally she looked up at Myth again and sighed heavily.

~I’m worried about Rorie, Myth. Something’s happened and I don’t know what but I can tell Nim’Sul knows. I pray to Solinari he is well and perhaps just upset at me for going on without him.~

Somehow she knew it was much more than that but Rayann really didn’t want to think about the worst things right now. She wanted to meet with Nim’Sul then find out what’s happened. Perhaps her mentor would be able to help shed some light on the situation and she would know what path to take then.

When they reached Nim’Su;’s ivory tower, Rayann thought it was all too soon and she stopped as they reached the door. Turning to look at Myth, she held his hand in hers, squeezing it a little tighter than she realized as her nervousness began to gnaw at her. Looking up into his clear emerald gaze, she tried to smile bravely.

”practice patience, beloved. No doubt you’ll be surrounded by the kings advisors and in audience with the king for quite some time. I know you don’t like politics and such but you are the crown Prince of these people. And now that they have welcomed you back, you need to prove to them you can be that Prince. They need you, Myth. Very much.”

Arms intertwined Myth kept his pace slow but within reason as he walked with Rayann. He was in no hurry to deliver her to the tower just as he knew she was in no hurry herself, but he also knew it would be rude to dilly dally. He walked with his head held high nodding to those they passed. Many met them with a smile but he also knew there were many who sneered at his backside. The ceremony's outcome could repair only so much but Myth had to deal with discontent over his choice of partner. He was used to making waves in his own way and this was one of many waves in his long history.

He could only nod and offer a smile as Rayann spoke her mind. He agreed with much of what she said. This would be the first time in a long while they would be apart for more than a few minutes. While he agreed some time alone would be nice he knew the next few days might well see a lack of said quality time. Tonight would be Rayann's meeting with Nim'Sul and tomorrow was likely to be spent at the palace with his parents. A meeting Myth looked forward to and dreaded more so than the ceremony.

As they drew near the tower Myth's eyes lifted following its length skyward. One of the few non forest structures in the city itself the tower was always a sight to behold. Stopping short of the doors Myth sighed as he turned to look at Rayann. The squeeze she gave his hand was only one of many things he noted that said she was nervous. There was a seriousness about this meeting that left the elf uneasy but at the same time he was leaving her with Nim'Sul. Myth could think of no one more trust worthy.

"I will do as you ask... patience will be on the forefront of my thoughts in the coming days. The nobles are likely to have a field day asking me questions of every sort about the dark one and her armies. I take some consolation in the fact I don't have much to give them that will be useful so it will keep the questions short." He offered a broad smile.

"However that is in the days to come..." He placed his hands upon her shoulders feeling the tensed muscles "You on the other hand need to relax dearest. While I am sure Nim'Sul wishes to discuss things of great importance do not make yourself sick with worry. Clear your head and focus your thoughts. We will have our time soon enough we just need to push through and keep our heads looking forward until then."

He gave her a light kiss upon the forehead before embracing her in his arms. "I will be here outside as promised... It has been to long since I meditated on the tower grounds and cleared my mind. A great deal has happened and I am in dire need of the cleansing." With a smile he released Rayann before leaning in to give her one last kiss before turning her to the door. When Rayann had disappeared into the tower Myth looked up once more before heading to one of the patches of grass to meditate. It was going to be a long wait.

Melcindomien waited with his Master. Time seemed to creep slowly as the two waited on the balcony. Nim’Sul finally looked up at Melcindomien and spoke, “She arrives.” Melcindomien nodded gently and as they both stood, he walked to the door to let Rayann in.

Nim’Sul waited in the middle of the entertaining area of his residence. The door was just across the room and he watched as Melcindomien crossed the space. From behind Melcindomien almost seemed to hover rather than walk, there was an aristocratic grace in every step which spoke of extremely well thought out upbringing. Ever motion was subconsciously intentional, and Nim’Sul was nearly entranced by the perfection of his apprentices’ stature.

Melcindomien clicked the latch and swung the door open. He starred into the eyes of the human mage, Rayann. At this first glance by Rayann, Melcindomien’s face would seem perfect, as if etched from the purest porcelain and then animated. He was a striking Elf with as much grace as manners and he bowed slightly as he spoke. “Rayann Padraig of Glen Durel, twin, it is a pleasure to finally meet you face to face. I have learned much about you in my studies, the honor of meeting one influenced by the gods themselves is an honor.”

There was an undertone to his voice, one of superiority despite his words. It was something she probably would expect from a Silvanesti Elf, especially one that looked like he came from royalty. The Silvanesti were of the mindset that they were the superior beings on the whole of Krynn. Melcindomien stood upright again as he came out of his bow and it would be fairly obvious to Rayann that he was almost mocking her as much as he was being respectful. His eyes locked on hers as a slight smirk crept up in the right corner of his mouth and he turned towards Nim’Sul. “My Master, I present Rayann Padraig.”

Nim’Sul stepped forward and nodded to Melcindomien, “My thanks to you, you may have the night off Melcindomien, Rayann and I have much to discuss.” Melcindomien nodded and brushed past Rayann. As his robes made contact with hers there was a sort of jolt that would make Rayann shudder. Nim’Sul waited for her to approach, and it seemed as if he wasn’t picking up on any of his Apprentices childish behavior.

“Rayann, it is a pleasure to finally have you in my home. Please, there is food and drink prepared for us on the balcony; let’s talk in the calm of the evening and share a meal.” He smiled warmly; there was a sense of calm that came from being around Nim’Sul, as if there was nothing evil going on in the world as long as he was beside you.

The lavender eyed mage could still feel the warmth and moisture on her where Myth’s lips had pressed against the skin and it was with the lingering feel of his lips she reluctantly turned to the door. When the door was opened and Rayann was met by someone other then Nim’Sul it took her a little by surprise. Letting her gaze settle on the eyes of the Elf that had opened the door, she let her gaze drift to his features before he bowed and welcomed her in. Immediately there was something about the Elf that did not settle well with her. He seemed almost….TOO perfect. While the Elves were a delicate race and seemed to embody beauty in both sexes, there was something about his features that made her instantly think of the word ‘fake’. It felt as if there was a strange vibration coming from him she could feel that was negative in nature. It was so slight in nature, she wondered if it was even caused by him.

Silently berating and reminding herself it wasn’t proper to judge someone with just a first glance at who they were, she shook her head slightly to rid herself of these thoughts. But Rayann had only been duped once when it came to first impressions of others and even then it wasn’t a true dupe. Myth, as it turns out, was every bit the honorable man she had known him to be when she first met him.

While the words spoken were supposed to be of a sincere nature, Rayann could feel there was something hidden in their meaning. Still, she put a smile upon her face and nodded her head respectfully to the man.

”Many thanks to you for the welcome. But please, any gift bestowed upon me by anyone would be of no use if I had not been taught how to use it. If not for Nim’Sul I would not know the difference between a simple levitation spell and a lightning bolt spell.”

She would try to find out more about the apprentice later. He had to have some good quality that made Nim’Sul chose him as an apprentice. The Archmage didn’t pick an apprentice without some serious thought and meditation. But when she caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a smirk on Malcindomien’s lips, she decided she would try and find out why Nim’Sul had chosen the Elf.

Looking over at her mentor, Rayann smiled brightly at seeing him again. Her worries seemed to slowly melt away as she realized she was with someone who was not enthralled with her and treated her as she wished to always be treated; as just a regular mage learning the studies of the gift Solinari had bestowed upon her.

But when Malcindomien brushed past her and their robes touched, Rayann felt a jolt and couldn’t help but react physically with a cold shudder. Quickly snapping her head in the direction of the retreating apprentice, Rayann furrowed her brow and tried to find something about him, just by looks alone, that would give her a clue as to what or why such a thing happened. But there was nothing there. She could have easily cast a spell but that would be an insult to Nim’Sul if she did such a thing therefore she refrained and let the fact the Elf had been chosen by her mentor stand for his word.

When she looked back to Nim’Sull he seemed oblivious to anything that had just happened between her and his apprentice. Rayann thought that was odd as her mentor could almost always pick up on such things in the past. Perhaps he figured now that she is a grown woman on her own there was no need for him to step in. She could appreciate that. Standing on ones own two feet is as important as anything else in the world.

Rayann didn’t say anything until she knew Malcindomien had gone. As soon as he was, Rayann felt that strange vibration leave with him and subconsciously made a mental note about it. What ever it was, she would figure it out. Later. Right now, Nim’Sul was inviting her in to share a meal with him on the balcony of his beloved ivory tower. With another bright smile, she nodded and stepped up beside Nim’Sul as he led the way to the balcony.

”It would be my pleasure. But I have to say, I saw the look on your face in the Hall of Stars earlier and I know there is something wrong. Please….. I need to know.”

When they reached the balcony, Rayann stopped and looked directly into Nim’Sul’s eyes. Her own lavender ones pleaded with him as she searched for answers only he could give her.

”What has happened to Rorie?”

Nim’Sul’s intention had been to settle into the conversation, to help Rayann feel at ease. He had known her as a child, and had taught her for several years. He knew her and her brother as well as any mage could, and even though the relationship had always been of teacher student. That mentorship had been handled for the last two years by someone else before she and her twin took the trials of high sorcery, and Nim’Sul was present for her trials, but had not been one of the testers. What he knew, was that she, like many, consisted of layers, and the stoic, strong girl that was in the Hall of Stars this morning was now flayed open before him, vulnerable and scared. He could sense it like one can feel the sun’s rays on their face. He reached across the small table and took her hand; there was warmth beneath the proper behavior expected of the Elves. Nim’Sul was a very true embodiment of the Elven nation, and he, despite his attempts, still held ancient prejudices from time to time, he was in no way perfect. His loyalty however, had always been to magic, even above his own kin and race, and here before him was a sister of the craft, needing to know. There were no humans or elves, there was just magic.

“I was dreading this part of the conversation, and was hoping to ease into it, but as I can see and hear, you want answers. We have been trying to locate Rorie, and we can’t. I don’t know how to say this, but you destroyed him when you severed the mind link. I can’t explain it, you have not yet been given the vision of the river, so let me show you as best I can…”

He paused a moment, and then lifted his hand to her head, pressing his fingers against her flesh. There was warmth at first and then an uncomfortable sting. She would feel the magic fire into her body and take hold of her mind. She felt as though she was standing in the vastness of space, and there was a massive gold ribbon flowing before her, as if a child was running in the breeze, a perfect flux of movement as they drug an endless ribbon behind them. Suddenly, a massive burst of light erupted from the image before her, and a chunk spiraled outwards, fizzling into darkness as it broke from the source of power. Suddenly the vision left her and Nim’Sul was withdrawing his hand. There was sadness in his eyes now that she had seen the vision.

“You were born of magic Rayann, conceived by a human father and mother, both Archmages, both accomplished in their craft, your Father of White and your Mother of Red. It was an odd coupling, but your parents loved each other dearly. The three gods chose them to bring into Krynn the answer to Tahkisis theft of natural magic and her encouraging the practice of pursing the art of ‘Ambient Magic’, a perverted twist of natural magic that has made her followers more powerful than the most powerful Archmages of High Sorcery. There was a reason you and your brother were unnaturally adept at magic at such an early age, and it was beyond simply being gifted. The gods were actually present in your mother’s womb at very specific times during you and your brother’s development. You were one in mind not because of some fluke of nature or strange, unexplained phenomenon, the gods of magic each had a hand in sculpting you both. It was not known what path you would pursue, but in the beginning the favor of all three gods was on you, and until you chose your path, all three gods fed magic to you and Rorie. Your power was in your unity, but still being separate beings.”

Nim’Sul paused a moment and sipped his Ambrosia. “The mind link between you two was the key to it all. It was through the shared mind that you two could subconsciously pass emotion, thought, magic and intent. The reason you two seemed to have an endless strength when casting in unison was because of this link, it gave a special endurance that no other Mage on Krynn could hope to have, the magic simply doesn’t tax you like it does others, and this was especially true when you were side by side with your brother. When you decided to break with him and to severe that connection, it did more than you anticipated. We suspect that it broke down the parts of the brain to which it was interfaced, in short it destroyed Rorie’s mind. We have no proof, it is all theory, however knowing what we know of this connection you both had, as well as the revelations in the vision I just shared with you it is the most logical conclusion. The fact that nobody has seen or heard from Rorie since you left him and traveled alone with Myth confirms our suspicions. Have you noticed that you have deeper clairvoyance into situations now? That you can anticipate faster than you ever could? It is because the parts of your brothers mind that were linked to yours are now fully inside you. The tragedy of all this is that the link can never be repaired. You are mortal beings, once born there is little that can be done without absolute miraculous intervention.” He looked at her sadly, “The gift of two that are one died that day. I am sorry to have to be the one to lay this on you. I was chosen because I know you better than any of the other Magi, even though we haven’t seen each other for so long. In short, we suspect your brother is either dead or insane and wandering the land, but as I said, nobody has heard or seen of him since one day after you left him.”

Nim’Sul looked at her, there was sadness in his eyes, but there was also compassion. “We make mistakes Rayann, that is our lives here on Krynn, but it is the decisions we make based on those mistakes that help us grow and navigate this life. We are doing what we can to find your brother; the council is determined to know his whereabouts, some out of fear, and others out of sheer determination to get to the conclusion of truth. There are some who detest your choice, and others that understand you didn’t do what you did out of malice or ill content. What you did was a major course altering action however, and that is the reality of the situation. There is little hope of beating the Magi of Ambient Magic now. You are indeed powerful, as are many other Wizards of all orientation, however those of Ambient Magic are currently defeating us on every front. I assume I don't need to remind you to not share this information as it would prove devastating to the morale of the resistance.”

When Nim’Sul placed his hand over hers, Rayann glanced down at it then back into his eyes. Right then and there, she felt the profound sadness of the news he had to give her. Even before he began to speak, tears welled up in her eyes as the sadness she felt from him grew ten fold to be her own. A heavy weight settled upon her then and Rayann’s usually squared shoulders slumped forward.

As Nim’Sul shared the vision with her, Rayann let out a small, anguished cry when it was done and felt as though she were a small child once more, looking to the man who had more or less been a father figure to her after her own father had passed away.

As Nim’Sul relayed to her the story of their conception and how the gods had played such an intricate role in their growth even before they were born, Rayann felt as though she were hearing a story so phenomenal it had to be some sort of fable. A myth. Surely this wasn’t true. But it was and she knew that as sure as she knew her heart broke into a million shards at the mere thought of what she did to her brother.

Her hand turned to clasp Nim’Sul’s in a death like grip as the reality of the situation sunk fully into her being. An empty hole formed within Rayann and left her feeling truly alone. Rorie must have thought she abandoned him and she couldn’t blame him for hating her now. It was the last thing she ever wanted to do, hurt her brother. She loved him more than life itself. They had been together and now, he was alone, wondering the lands, mindless of what to do. If he were even alive at all.

As Nim’Sul kept talking, Rayann bowed her head unable to face her mentor any more. She had done a terrible, terrible thing and now, because of what she had done, Rorie suffered the consequences. Forever broken. Never to return to the way they were as children and young adults. The two who were one had now become two, separate and alone. The emptiness she felt was all consuming now.

Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes and nodded to Nim’Sul letting him know she understood his request to keep everything quiet about the sway of the war. Tears ripped from her eyes onto the pristine white robes she wore and she saw the way the water droplets were absorbed by the fabric of the robes. If only she could be absorbed into obscurity right now. Finally she swallowed again and began to talk. Her voice sounded weak and shaky and more than a few times the emotional tide within her grew so strong she couldn’t speak at all. But she tried to tell her mentor and friend what she had done.

”It was never my intention to sever our bond completely. I merely wished to prevent him from finding me and following after me before he was strong enough to do so. I wanted him to stay behind and rest and leave when he was strong again. I figured I would be able to locate him when the time was right but things happened and….I lost track of time.”

”I only wanted what was best for him, Nim’Sul. I figured blocking his ability to find me the way we always found each other was the way to do it. I didn’t realize I had severed the link completely. I always thought that it was something we would always have….no matter what.”

Rayann was searching her mind trying to figure out if perhaps she had cast the wrong spell, said the wrong word when she blocked Rorie’s ability to seek her out using their connection but she was absolutely certain all she had done was blocked it. Not severed the link entirely. Unless blocking it acted in the same way as severing it did. Still, she had no one to blame but herself for Rories condition or demise and her own emptiness now. It was a hard truth to face and right now, Rayann didn’t want to look at anyone. She wanted solitude. Finally she lifted pain filled eyes to Nim’Sul. Unable to verbally voice the words, she spoke to him using the empathetic link she knew he would have with her.

~What have I done? I’ve not only destroyed my brother, my best friend, but I’ve taken away the only hope Krynn had of defeating the Dark One. I have single handedly, in that one moment, put our world in danger. And there is no one to blame but myself.~

Her head lowered again and she closed her eyes. The truth was a hard, bitter pill to swallow and Rayann was having trouble getting it to go down now. Life as she knew it was forever changed. Again.

Nim’Sul nodded and listened. He reached out and gave her shoulder a light squeeze. His words were soft, but they were also absolute, for the gravity of the situation was too deep to pad what he said with frivolity. It was also simply his nature to tell the truth and be straight. “Rayann, as I said, we do have to make choices, and I do not believe you did what you did out of any selfish motivation. I warn you however, there are many other Magi that disagree, of all factions, white, red, and black. I am sure you felt the enchantments that filled the Hall of Stars for the Ceremony of Darkness, but what you did not feel was there were also enchantments there to test you, beyond your knowledge. It was something I had to do, for me. You would have been magically blocked from entering the hall all together if there was any dark intent or malice in your heart. I knew there would have been lingering emotions if you had made such a selfish decision when you broke the connection with your brother. I couldn’t tell about it for obvious reasons, such spells can be countered if the one they are meant to test knows about them. I did what I did not to be underhanded, but with those results I can now show those who doubt you that you are pure of spirit, and that you did not mean to harm anyone. It is most likely a very small comfort at the moment, but know I had your best intentions at heart.”

He reached out and took his Ambrosia once again, sipping it; however the gravity of the conversation took away from its normally wonderful bouquet of flavor and scent. “What needs to happen now is this, as much as it pains you, do not focus on Rorie. I know that is going to reach out against every instinct you have, but there are others who are working on that, and their resources far outweigh your own. Your emotional connection to this situation will make you vulnerable and you must, I stress, you must heed my advice in this situation. If you do anything hasty or rash at this point it could potentially destroy whatever we have left to go on. There are many interested parties looking for Rorie, and not all of them are friendly, so it is even more important that we find him first. I can’t stop you, you are a grown woman, a High Sorceror who has passed the trials of magic, you are no longer under my tutelage or subject to my sway, but I urge you to trust those of us who have been involved in this situation from the beginning and have access to the deeper magic of Krynn to find Rorie. I assure you that you will be kept in the know and I won’t allow you any undue suffering.”

“Perhaps it is fortunate, or it could be unfortunate, but you have a linked responsibility to Myth’alas now. Partnering with him has forever altered your path, your obvious love for him is potentially devastating or will provide a new opportunity to overcome the darkness. We don’t know, but what we do know is that Myth’alas has intimate knowledge of the Dark Queens plans and intent, he was in her council and her loss is truly our gain. You must allow him to protect you, but also you must protect and guide him. It will not be easy, Myth’alas is strong willed, aristocratic and potentially hard headed, hence his split with our people in the first place. However, his resolve is the strongest I have ever seen, and the fact that he recognized the errs of his ways and returned to us thanks to you is where the true hope lies. You are the lynch pin in the situation. The Dark Queen wanted you for something, it is still a mystery, but now she has not only lost you but her greatest assassin, as you are probably starting to gather, she isn’t going to let this go without some incredible displays of bloodshed and vengeance.”

He looked at her deeply, his eyes speaking a million words of emotion beyond what his words were saying. “I will be here if you need me Rayann, and I will keep you informed.”

A missive went out to Myth from Nim’Sul…. ~“Prince Myth’alas, would you please join us on my terrace, it has been a long day, and I assume you could use nourishment. Most of all, Rayann has just heard the news of her brothers fate, and she needs you now more than ever.”~

Rayann listened to what Nim’Sul told her about locating Rorie. He was right. It went against every natural instinct she had. All she could think about right now was finding her brother and mending that which she had somehow destroyed. Nim’Sul said it could never be repaired, but Rayann was one who never to never for an answer. In fact, the more you told her she COULDN’T do something, she would find a way to prove you wrong. And right now, Rayann was more determined than ever to prove Nim’Sul and all the other doubters they were wrong about what she had done.

Still, the emptiness and heartache she felt was very strong and try as she might, she couldn’t find it to forgive herself of the unknowing crime she had committed against her brother. Just knowing he was lost out there, somewhere, wondering aimlessly, completely alone and unable to defend himself made Rayann want to stand up and scream at the top of her lungs. For once she was thinking that perhaps the gifts bestowed upon her by Solinari had been a mistake. Maybe they should have gone to someone else for right now she felt unworthy of the special gifts she had received. Especially without Rorie there to share them with.

She refused to even allow herself to think he was dead. He was alive but where, she didn’t know. Maybe….just maybe…she might be able to find him if she concentrated long and hard enough. The others didn’t know her brother the way she did and besides……she wasn’t leaving to go look for him. Finally she nodded slightly and looked down at her lap again.

”I’ll remain with Myth and let those who seek Rorie continue to do so. I know you’ll keep me informed.”

Lifting her head once more to look in his eyes, she felt a fresh wave of emotion wash over her as tears welled up and spilled down her face. She detested crying but right now she was helpless top prevent it. Just as Rorie was helpless now. Letting her gaze fall from his, she looked at her hand still gripping his and she slowly released her grip and pulled her hand back into her lap, nodding.

”Thank you, Nim’Sul. I will be forever grateful to you.”

Her thoughts were so chaotic and scrambled right now that Rayann didn’t even pick up on the slightest hint Nim’Sul had called Myth to join them. When she finally lifted her head again she looked out over the beautiful Elven city of Silvanost and couldn’t see any of the beauty she first fell in love with when she arrived. All she could see now was nothing but trees and leaves.

There was darkness where it needed to be in this throne hall, and light were it belonged, exactly how the Queen wanted it. Her throne, encircled in violet light, cast an eerie shadow across the long stairs that descended ominously to the floor below. At the bottom of those stairs, a lone figure, small in stature and frame. She was crouched low; her inky black robes flowed around her as if someone had poured living smoke over her shoulders. She was on one knee and bowing low, reverent in her homage to her Queen.

Tahkisis leaned forward, her eyes swirled with violence and she spoke in a soft, sultry voice that resembled silk being pulled over clean skin. “You have learned in this realm, you have brought yourself to my feet, and you prostrate before me humbly.”

“Yes Mistress”

“You have trained under the most powerful mage in my arsenal, and at your request you wish to endure the trials.”

“Yes Mistress”

“You want the life promised you, you request the favor of the Queen, but first you must survive.”

Without a second breath from the Queen, lightning shot from four directions, originating from the shadows in the long hall. The young mage evaporated into shadow, the lightning exploded against the black marble where she had been and sent shards in every direction. Tahkisis smiled as the pieces flying towards her evaporated into thin air. Four young blue dragons emerged from the shadows and began to walk around the massive throne room; the sound of their breathing filled the atmosphere as they searched for their target. A blast of purple light erupted from the far right corner and all four instantly twisted their heads, firing their lightning breath into the darkness, the walls exploded sending rock and stone scattering across the floor. One of the dragons squealed and the other three turned to look, the young females eyes began to bulge and her face erupted into a geyser of carnage as the dismemberment spell ripped through her flesh scattering her brains and bone across the floor. The other three dragons hissed and roared, firing their breath weapons, hitting the corpse of their kin, but no young mage was present to hit.

Tahkisis watched with enthusiasm, her eyes scanning the shadows. The three dragons began to prowl again, their steps soft as mice. In the center of the room, the small black figure appeared again, her long honey blond hair, flowing with shadow, flipped and flowed around her head. One of the dragons saw her and roared, his mouth opening and the glow of glands about to fire illuminated the air in front of him. The young mage hissed the words of magic and lifted her hands. As the dragon kin pushed his head forward, shadowy arcs appeared in front of the mouth glands, reflecting the lighting back into the dragon’s throat. Two criss-crossing beams of lighting exploded out of the dragons back and it fell over, dead and smoking.

Tahkisis lifted her hands and yelled, “CEASE!” The two other youngling dragons retreated into the shadows, and the young mage turned to look at her queen. She looked up at Tahkisis who said nothing, a thin, twisted smile crossing her face. The young mage watched and waited, reaching into the flow of magic moving through the room, drawing the power into her and feeling for what was around her. The spidery hiss of magic erupted from the left and she spun, hissing in kind to bring up a reflective shield of shadow but was then struck in the back by a blast of arcane magic that sent her flying across the room and she crumbled to the floor. She moaned in pain as she tried to hoist herself back to her feet, the back of her left shoulder was blown open and cauterized shut. She could hear the hiss of magic being chanted again, and she knew it was a matter of seconds before the spell would be cast. She rolled onto her back and got to one knee. She hissed her spidery words, out casting the mage across the room and brought up her hands, releasing reagents into the air. They hissed and popped into shadow and merged with her hands, firing a ribbon of black across the room, smashing into the chest of the black robe mage facing her. She grit her teeth and closed her eyes in concentration, the mage quivered and screamed as the life drain spell flowed through him. Twisting her hands, the wound in her shoulder began to heal as the victim of this dark magic began to wither, his skin turning grey and his eyes rolled back into his skull. The mage crumpled to the floor, looking like little more than skin stretched tight over a skeleton. Opening her eyes the young mage turned to look at Tahkisis. The Dark Queen smirked and spoke, “You have passed the trials, and you have defeated the adversity that would have taken your life otherwise. You have proven yourself worthy to serve. I bring you into the Order of the Dragons, and I grant you the gift of dragon sight.”

The young mage stepped back with the impact of Tahkisis spell, and she leaned forward, the agony in her eyes was as if someone had poured acid under her lids. She bit her lip and endured, holding back the screams even as the worst of the searing pain engulfed her. Finally the pain subsided and she stood back up, looking across the room. She grinned as the spacial relationships around her melted away, the limitations of Elven sight receding to the superior eyesight of the dragons.




“I thank you for this gift my Queen, I will server you and die for your will!”

Tahkisis grinned and spoke to Shulamite, her voice full of venom and hate… “Then serve for me and kill in my will, destroy the elf prince, and his bitch.”

((Sorry about the shorty didn't have a lot of time yesterday or this morning))

Myth had found himself a suitable spot near a small brook to sit and meditate. His mind was a cacophony of chaos that demanded order. Looking around he took int he sounds and scents that surrounded him. It had been far to long since he had sat in the peaceful shadow of the forest. Even longer still since he had been in the Sylvanesti forests. Letting out a sigh Myth removed Blue Moon from its place at his side before sitting down upon the earth

Crossing his legs Myth sat his ancient blade over his lap before lower his arms into place. Slowly he closed his eyes opening up his ears to the outside world. He kept his breathing to a slow pace as he began to relax his body relieving himself of his tensions. Slowly the chaos that enveloped his mind was brought to order as he sat in complete silence. The sounds of the forest and city could be heard in the distance as if they were a far off place. Time simply lost its meaning as Myth wandered the expanse of his mind. Myth often amused himself with the thought he might have made a decent mage because of this but it was always a passing thought.

The elven prince was mulling over combat strategies hen the voice of Nim'Sul pierced the silence of his mind. A frown touched Myth's lips but it had little to do with the interruption. The news about Rorie must have been bad if Rayann was upset. Slowly his eyes opened and taking his blade in hand Myth rose from the earth. Attaching the blade to his side Myth brushed himself off before finding his way back to the entrance of the tower. It did not take Myth long to appear through the doors to the room. A simple knock was made before entering despite the fact he had been invited. Myth moved like a wraith even by elven standards and he made it a point to mkae his presence known. Emerald eyes fell upon Rayann and he could tell she was upset. Eyes shifted to Nim'Sul and he bowed respectfully.

Rayann was still rather self absorbed in the news she received from Nim’Sul about Rorie that she didn’t even realize Myth was in the room with them until she felt his presence. Glancing up at him from where she sat, she looked away and out at the forest once more. Myth didn’t know what she had planned on doing and even if he had, he wouldn’t have tried to stop her. Not that it would have made any difference. She would have gone through with it anyway.

Over and over Rayann reflected on the words Nim’Sul said to her and even through all the chaotic thoughts she had right now. ‘Partnering with him has forever altered your path’, ‘devastating or will provide a new opportunity to overcome the darkness’, ‘you must allow him to protect you’, ‘you must also protect and guide him’.

It was clear to Rayann now more than ever her future, if she were to have one, was with Myth. She knew she didn’t regret, nor would she ever, falling in love with him and sharing herself in so many ways with him. In fact, before she met Myth, she envisioned her life as nothing more than a solitary being whose only close friend was her twin. Not that she minded in the least, but she was a little jealous of all the other young women her age finding love and partners. Now, that lonely, solitary life she envisioned was shattered and in its place was a vision filled with love, light and understanding. It wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing worth having was ever easy. It was a constant work in progress. Still, Rayann couldn’t help but think of her dear brother.

~Rorie…..where are you? What has become of you? Are you well? Will I ever see you again? Please…come back to me. I’m so sorry for what I did. I never meant to hurt you or do anything to you that would cause us to be separated like this. I was just trying to protect you from yourself…..~

Nothing but silent emptiness greeted her. The connection she once felt with him was not there and Rayann felt a wave of sheer despair wash over her. Her anguish was hard to suppress and try as she might to maintain her composure, she dissolved into a fit of silent sobs as she lowered her face into her hands. The one question that kept running through her mind now was: How could Solinari let me do this?

But even she knew the answer to that as she asked the question. The gift she had been given was subject to free will and no matter what, Rayann was nothing but a mere human who had been given an extraordinary gift, along with her brother, and it was her own free will that had caused her this heartache.

Finally she lifted her tear streaked face and wiped the moisture form her eyes and made herself presentable before she forced herself to stand on shaky legs to look at Myth once more. Her soft voice was almost child like when she spoke as she pulled herself together.

”Come. We shouldn’t insult our host. It’s been a very long day for all of us. Let’s share the meal Nim’Sul has prepared for us and then we’ll make our way back to your quarters.”

Nim’Sul nodded in greeting as Myth entered; he remained silent in voice as Myth approached but spoke to Myth in his mind.


~ “I have informed her that her bother is nowhere to be found, and we believe he is dead. I was planning on telling her by easing into it but she wanted the answer immediately. I don’t blame her, she is a Wizard, and we want knowledge, no matter good or bad. She needs you Myth’Alas; under the strong, highly trained exterior there is a sister who loves her family. So you know, we are looking diligently for Rorie, and I have asked her to restrain from going rogue on us and taking matters into her own hand. There is a very delicate balance that we are trying to maintain, and as you are probably well aware the Dark Queen is not going to take your separation and not delivering Rayann to her lightly. Already we have reports that Draconians, Knights of Tahkisis and Sorcerers of Tahkisis are moving in the Eastern lands. We suspect this new mobilization is a result of her learning that you have broken from her service, she is going to want you dead, and most likely her plan is to make you dead after you watch Rayann die. It’s how she operates.” ~


Nim’Sul stepped back so Myth and Rayann could interact. He feared this taking on a lover for Rayann, it was something that most Wizards refused to do, the study of the craft was life’s number one pursuit, and not relationships with others, however there were those who did. Nim’Sul allowed the lovers their time together, and when Rayann mentioned sharing the meal, Nim’Sul was already gone. There was a note on the table;


“Rayann,

Please enjoy the solace of my terrace. You and Myth’Alas are in need of nourishment and time together. I will leave you to one another. If you need me, send me a missive.

Nim’Sul”


Nim’Sul moved up to the topmost level of his dwelling, Melcindomien was sitting in study, looking through one of Nim’Sul’s spell books. Nim’Sul walked up and spoke to his apprentice. “I don’t recall giving you permission to look through this Melcindomien.” His apprentice looked up; never having realized his Mentor had come into the room. His face went flush and he closed the book quickly, handing it back to Nim’Sul. “I apologize Master, I was merely curious.” “Curiosity is acceptable; taking that which is not yours is punishable.”


Melcindomien’s furrowed his brow slightly and bowed respectfully to Nim’Sul. “Then by your will Master Nim’Sul, I accept what you feel is appropriate.” Nim’Sul looked at Melcindomien a moment and took the spell book, flipping it open and turning its pages. After a few moments of silence he looked back at Melcindomien… “You are studying magic you don’t have the power to wield Melcindomien, do you understand that these spells will kill you if you attempted them? I know you crave knowledge, and I know you are gifted beyond most Magi your age, but you must remember to be patient, heed my council and learn in the proper timing. I am aware of your abilities and I will permit these sort of magics when your body can physically take their effects without killing you.” Melcindomien looked up and nodded and then spoke just above a whisper, “I was merely trying to learn for the trials Master Nim’Sul.”


Nim’Sul was taken aback slightly and spoke, “Who said you were taking the trials? You are 10 to 15 years from taking the trials Melcindomien. You get one chance, ONE, and if you fail, you die, that is the way of magic! No wizard is submitted to the trials until they have a chance to survive. It is the final test of a High Sorcerer, it’s how we separate the chaff from the wheat! Do you wish death upon yourself?” Melcindomien looked at Nim’Sul and spoke, “Respectfully Master, I can take the trials, I can pass!” Nim’Sul leaned forward, his face stern and full of authority… “That’s YOUR opinion!”


Melcindomien stood and burst out the door of the top most level of Nim’Sul’s residence, he slammed the door so hard that it echoed to the lowest levels. As he stormed down the spiral stairs that went along the outermost side of the tower, Rayann and Myth would be able to hear him coming down.

Myth bowed respectively to Nim'Sul when the mage acknowledged his presence. He gave a simple nod in response to the missive he was given. He was well aware of the connection between the twins and her reaction to the news was expected. The decision to leave Rorie behind had not been made lightly. Myth had made certain of her determination to do so. He offered a sympathetic smile when she finally looked his way, but he could see in her eyes she was still in something of a daze and took no offense to her actions as she looked to the forest.

Taking in a breath he looked to the mage noting he was making ready to leave. Myth kept his response to the missive short not wanting to delay the mage "I am well aware of what she intends to do Nim'Sul... but that can be discussed at a later date..."

He gave a nod as Nim'Sul made his exit. He could tell Rayann had not noticed. Taking a seat at the table with Rayann he could see that look in her eyes that said she was thinking heavily. Most likely about Rorie hismself and what she was going to do. It explained the look upon Nim'Sul's face during the ceremony and the urgency of having this meeting afterwards. At the same time however he could feel there was more to things than he was seeing. There always were when mages were concerned.

Sitting patiently till Rayann brought herself out of her thoughts Myth had poured her a drink and was making sure the food was dished out. As he had expected she spoke as if Nim'Sul was there and he only smiled.

"He did not wish to disturb your thoughts... he left you a note..."

Myth sat silently and started eating offering a reassuring smile as they ate. Things were quiet until the sound of a slamming door broke the silence. Myth frowned wondering if there had been news. Myth was standing from the table expecting to see Nim'Sul in a rush but instead saw a young elf.

Myth gave Melcindomien a hard stare as he took note of the seemingly perfect elven features of the boy. Something about him just seemed a little off, but Myth pushed the matter aside for the moment t\looking at other details. He gathered the boy was an apprentice from the look of his robes. He could also see the boy was quite unhappy. He wagered a discussion with Nim'Sul was the likely culprit. With a raised eyebrow he looked to Rayann.