Hello New Enemy; Fairwell Father

And during her sleep, Blue would find herself experiancing the same sense of displacement as a new world approached her once more. She found herself seated over a platform that was the closest she could see to a throne. There was only silence, all the more that questioned the nature of this world and the reason being here. White floor stretched into a distance unfathomable. And there from the distance, once more was the crimson monstrocity that approached her the night three days back in the north, stopping just an inch from the steps. His hands raising front of his chest before he began to clap with an inward laughter.

Blue was struck with perplexion at her location as eyes surveyed the area, taking note of the platform she was seated upon. Her gaze then looked out into the distance that stretched into the infinite before she caught sight of the enigma that had approached her only three nights prior. She watched as he approached the steps to the floor before halting and then raising his hands to applaud. She stared at him with confusion before speaking. "I notice you are easily amused," she stated, which was another quality of Van that the enigma potrayed. She could only wonder what he wanted of her this time.

""Hm, hm heh. Amused? Perhaps. Excited - there is no question. We have all just found our feet before the threshold of a new age. . .Now that you've met Alexandre at long last - the stage is set." He emphasized his statement by concluding his slap with a slam, before lowering his arms to his waists. Blue would a greater point of view this time, now that the being did not charge at her just as he did before. Clearly in many ways, resembling Van. Though the face was the image of a twisted mind that was both predatorial and savage, eons of blood spill evident in his optics which now calmed. His face eased - the grin never fading. "There will be blood and there will be war, in ways this isolated side of the existance has never before seen!"

Blue scrutinized the individual as he spoke of his exhiliration now that she had met her father. How this was relevant or important, she did not know. Though her interest was sparked as he brought the notion of war to the forefront, canting her head as she gazed at him with curiousity. "War?" She inquired. He had characteristics that did resemble the Highlander but he also had traits that contrasted Van significantly. The ominous aura and the malice in his optics were possessed by that of a malevolant individual, not a congenial soul like Van. The excitement he retained accompanied by this wicked ambiance intrigued her. "What do you speak of?" She questioned, desiring to know what he knew and she did not.

"Carnage, dear Fiona. Divine carnage. . . It will be just like the old days." His hand raised, fingers trembling with a strangling gesture before coiling into a deep fist. Fiona would feel the intensity of the gesture as she could have sworn she heard the fabrics of his muscles usher a sound. "And those pulling strings will be prompted to show their faces. "

The man chuckled again. "The morrow - comes...!"

Blue awoked then, staring at the far wall of the room as she slowly began to grasp her orientation. Blinking slowly, she pushed herself to sit up and brushing back a silver lock of hair that had fallen across her face. Her dream replayed in the cofines of her mind as she stared into the distance. The engima's answers had only prompted more questions that she was unable to pose upon him. Divine carnage. War? People in the background manipulating the outcomes? Blue frowned quietly in confusion. And yet despite all this, she was somehow involved because this malicious entity continued to approach her in her dreams. She pondered whether its identity was really Furiyen and wondered of his intentions but she soon noticed a presence that was lacking in the room. The corner that her father had claimed last night was vacant. Where had he gone? She surveyed the interior of the abode, wondering if Van was also missing.

He was, atleast, in the interior. When Blue would emerge to the exit, she would find the Barbarian Prince looking her away, obviously have sensed her awakening. "Fury's gone tew." He submitted.

Blue would frown, traversing the distance to move to Van as she glanced around the vicinity before looking to him in question. As far as she recalled, Furiyen was not able to be mobile so the only plausible assumption was that her father had taken him. But the question was, why had he? "Should we go look for them?" She inquired.

"Aye. Sumthin's not righ'." Van would spoke in a tone that suggested that he sensed an omen. It was him who led across the distances, finding themselves in altitude as the grounds seemed to surmount to hieghts that suggested that they were approaching the end of the cliff. And so they did. It would not take long before Van could recognize Leo's robes, realizing that the blind ancient had comfortably leaned himself against. They were talking, though Van could not make out what was said and ended up with silence when the distances were crossed. "Leo? Wha'tre ye tew doi-" Van would pause for a moment as he noted, in spite of the man's blindness that he was staring at something. Something he knew was there - and would have seen long before he had lost his eyes. He would turn slowly to follow the man's gaze, before his face would jolt in obvious preplexion. "dat's. . ." He murmured at the sight of a seated man, just thirty feet away. The hair that draped over its entire form, the hieght and its long legs. Most shocking of all - it still breathed, though apparently asleep. "Yes. This is Furiyen's body."

Blue would follow Van as he took the lead as they began to search for the two missing individuals. She did take notice of their elevating altitude as they traversed the distance, eventually coming to the end of a cliff where they would both spot Leo's distinctive form. As well as Furiyen's undeniable presence. Blue would approach with Van as the two speaking individuals soon grew quiet once they acknowledged the two approaching. Blue looked to Van when he suddenly ceased in speaking, curious as to why before she followed his gaze. Her eyes narrowed as they soon laid eyes upon another individual aside from Leo and Furiyen. Who was this person? It was not long before her father answered her unspoken question and so she looked to Leo in perplexion as well. "Furiyen's body? Why is Furiyen's body here?" Blue inquired. She looked back to the seated figure to confirm that indeed it was the man who had approached her in her dreams, Furiyen. She had not thought she would actually see the body in person so what did this all mean?

"i imprisoned him within the Blade."The blind man spoke. Van found him hurled by from one moment of surprise to another as he stared at Leo's form when ushered this confession. "Do remember, Alexsandre...?" The voice of blade followed. "We fought for three consecutive days - and there was not a fathom we did not scorch."

Blue stared at her father as he confessed that he was responsible for imprisoning Furiyen in the sword. She watched as Furiyen began to speak, revealing that Leo and him had, at one time, even fought one another. And yet, there did not seem to be any spite between them. None that was evident, anyhow. "So why are you two out here for?" Blue asked.

Either that or it was currently being supressed. There was that undeniable sense of agitation and longing for, that impulse when exposed to something so valuable or meaningful ready to spring and explode. Furiyen was undoubtedly conflicted, though as long as Leo remained here or Van as his master, things were not likely to change. "We're here to look upon this monument that commemorates to the days. The old days." Leo remarked. Van was uncomfortable. What was that rotten clench in his stomach - and why did his throat feel so...? Van felt the initial pressure of something being pushed into the back of his neck, he felt the end out of it emerge out of his throat. A blade. . .? Leo would jolt when he felt a spray of crimson flow and stain the side of his robes, whirling back with Furiyen in hand. He did not know what exactly had happen, but he knew Van was hurt in some way. "

Sebastian?!" Leo snapped the question. The figure holding the blade by the handle alowed his hand to drop to his waist now that the Barbarian prince was stabbed and perhaps dying. Hs form was a wavering fragile mess, with already one arm crumbling. "How?!" "Your dismantled onus - in its absence, you lack the pure energies to fully vanquish me. In time, I was assured to win - but now..You are united. Finish me, Diedre. The abomination has been slain..Soon - you will be redeemed." he spoke, as Van clasped his inanimate chest that would not affect him even as he attempted to strangulate it. Van's form slid off Sebastian's body and fell to the ground, coughing blood and choking upon it. Leo would not waste another moment, leaping to swing Furiyen at the wavering necromancer's body.

'Hm, hm,hm, hm..Abomination?!' Furiyen voice would echo through the necromancer's mind, his expression finally showing some measure of torment. 'You confused this soul with mine, didn't you? Hm, Hm, Hm, heh. Little arrogant boy sebastian - you've lost your mind before any of us amidst the chaos. Burn - and scream like a pig!" Sebastian's look of realization and regret of a fatal error suddenly surfaced, but it was too late. The sword came and slashed across his chest, leaving a trace of lavender light that breathed flames from his chest and surrounded him, engulfing the man in a blazing inferno that would have indeed scream - in spite of the fact that he was dead. "Mas-ter....!" The victim wailed.

Blue could only stare for a good whole minute, shocked. How had she not sensed the necromancer's approach? Had she truly been that careless? Blue could only watch as Van attempted to grab his attacker only to fall to the ground as he began to grow weak from bloss loss and choke on his own blood. "Van," Blue spoke with urgency as she fell to her knees beside him, moving to grab at the handle of the blade lodged in his throat before she thought otherwise. If she pulled it out, blood would only gush out with more vigor. But if she did, Van would certainly suffocate on his own blood before he died from the loss. Conflicted, Blue moved to pull Van into her lap. "It's going to be okay," she tried to reassure, though even she was not too confident upon her own words as she stared at the blade that potruded through his throat. She was at a loss of what to do. This kind of injury was serious. Blue felt dread setting in as she thought frantically of what to do to try to save Van. He could not die now. Not again. She would not be able to handle it if he died again as Blue stared down at the Highlander as his condition declined rapidly. "Father," Blue addressed him to gain his attention. Her father was a medicine man, specialized in aiding ill and injured people, wasn't he? She looked to him for help now. "He's bleeding. Please help him," Blue beseeched Leo before looking back down to Van, loathing the sense of helplessness that was beginning to encompass her from being unable to alleviate Van's pain and dilemma.

Leo would approach the two as hastely as he could, before kneeling next to Fiona, already assuming where the head would be. "Its alright." Leo spoke softly, his hands taking the sides of Barbarian Prince's neck."If it were in any other circumstance, this condition would've challenging to redeem. Fortunately, for you, the Enkindler has the power to reanimate flesh. This will be painful, Van." Leo assured - dreadfully as he took Fiona's hand as if he expected her to know how. But it seemed that it didn't. She would feel the Telepathe's mind reaching out before her palm began to glow softly with light. Leo frowned, however, as he seemed to recall something about what Sebastian said as he placed her hand on the side of Van's neck. "What was it that he had said in the end during his torment? Who was it that he called to...? Van's face would almost sing with the intensity of obvious pain as Leo attempted to slowly remove the blade, pausing each and every time he took out an inch. It would be evident that the flesh would begin to heal , with every inch it was removed. Though it had been too deep. Van didn't know if he was being healed or tormented, his hand other hand patting for something to grip before it found Blue's shoulder, seeking solace in the grip. What was it that Sebastian said...? "Master..?" Leo questioned.

A white glow then answered to his questioning with sinister intent. The prepetrator having closed the distance in the blink of an eye during this process that Leo wasn't ready. Like thunder, energies resonating from a scepter exploded as it the staff was pummeled into Leo's chest, sending him to sail off the cliff. The trap was expertly calculated. Blue would find herself slamming against a tree as she too was sent sailing, her vision distorted by the blow as if she were hit by lightning, but not for long. There, in the distance, Hictor stood looking over the pit where Leo had fallen, with a look of unsatisfaction. Leo was nowhere to be seen. Hictor would hold Furiyen in one hand and his sceptor in the other, turning to face Blue with a smile. "Hello, Fiona." With Leo hurled Van would return to his dilemma once more, lifting his face to the man stood above him, reaching out in vain. Though the gesture was clear. 'Traitor.' "Oh, rest assured, I have not betrayed anyone. Infact - I have not lied for once. The Leaders have no part in this whatsoever." Hictor admitted, kicking Van's face to the side just as he approached Fiona. "I told you it wasn't wise to meet your Father,child. You've crossed a route that leads to bundles of forbidden truths. Your closure to the Barbarian Prince and namely my son has alerted several powers as news traversed the distances. Its not just the Leaders anymore. Pitty. I considered you as my own for a time, though I always knew it would come to me ending your life. While that being is inside, ofcourse, I would merely end up killing you without extracting it. Though now, with proper means..." Hictor would whirl and slam the flat of Furiyen's blade onto Van's face as he rised in attempt in some of defiance. "My son's pure soul cleave your own like silk."

Blue fell to her knees after being launched into a tree, the impact knocking the breath out of her as her hands came to catch her before she fell face first into the ground. She coughed and rose her face, squinting as she waited for her vision to clear before she soon caught sight of the prepetrator. "Hictor...?" Blue questioned to soon have her suspicion confirmed as he greeted her with a smile. She stared at him with perplexion as he began to speak, watching in surprise as Hictor freely struck Van without any remorse. She rose her eyes up to Hictor as he began to approach her, moving to push herself to a stand as Hictor continued, only to once more lash out at Van and provoke her as she glared at him viciously. "Leave him alone," she said slowly and dangerously, standing upright as she stared at her new adversary. On quick inspection, she noticed the lack of her father's presence but she could not rely on him right now as the new hostile presence decided to make his presence known, as well as his intentions. She shifted her weight, spreading her legs slightly apart as she prepared to engage in a confrontation with the sage who she had at one point respected. But it was clear now that he was no friend of hers. And as he had stated, it was a pity.

Furiyen's eye would tremble in obvious resentiment and disgust, unable attempting to resort to resist its new wielder - but Hictor's mysterious magics jolted the blade to a temporary submission. Its eye would lift to its body, so near - so close. If only it could reach it. Hictor would smirk almost and almost response to Furiyen's turmoil, flickered a gesture with his hand. Lightning struck over the shoulders of what would be Furiyen's body, generating into a sphere that soon transformed into a giant bird. "No!" Furiyen protested aloud, as claws reached onto the shoulder of the sleeping body as it the bird smashed its head into an invisible barrier that had possibly protected the body throughout all these years. The body was lifted in the air, followed by Furiyen's gaze. The eye looked at Blue. "Fiona! Run! You do not know what this man is capable of!" Concern was evident. Hictor once again silenced the blade, smirking at Blue provactively. "I'm surprised you can even move after the initial blast. It normally paralyzes the victim - after a few moments atleast."

"I won't," Blue responded adamantly, glaring at Hictor who appeared impressed that she had found the strength to stand after being struck by Hictor's magic. She would not abandon Furiyen, her father, and especially not Van to Hictor's will. She did not understand what had driven Hictor to become hostile toward them. How her reunion with her father was even relevant. But she did not care. He had become an enemy, an obstacle in her path, and she would not allow him to strip her of the only semblance of happiness and tranquility that she had managed to regain after all these years of solitude and uncertainty. Blue would initiate an attack, projecting a telekinetic blast at Hictor.

For an initial blast, however, if it was intense enough to rile up the sage as it crossed the distance. Hictor would criss cross a gesture with his sceptor before the telekenitic blast would hit, though seemingly suspended by a barrier. With another gesture, the invisible projectile was sent back.

Blue watched with confusion as Hictor made a gesture with his sceptor, wondering what he had done before she noticed the way the grass leaned as her telekinetic force was reflected back at her. Blue managed to dodge in time, the tree she had been standing in front of collapsing against the powerful force as the projectile collided with it. Deciding to try to attack him at close-range, Blue lunged at Hictor as she extracted a dagger from beneath her attire and attempted to plunge it into his body.

hictor knew precieved the attack, knowing it was out of desperate resolve. Hictor would lift both weapons together in unisom, before slamming the grd ound beneath him just as Blue came. The earth exploding with invisible energies that would topple the unsuspecting. It did. Blue would find herself off her feet and down upon her back, the explosive intervention timed perfectly to the point where the dagger slipped through her fingers due to the tumble. It was then, Blue percieved her vulnerable state when she felt her limps being pulled to the ground. She could not move. Hictor approached her, even at the alarming sight of the crackling of inner turmoil when something within Blue started to react. But he stared her down like it was nothing. "I will see to it that Van gets a proper burial." Hictor assured coldly, placing down his scepter, now Furiyen in his hands. "I will consume the Enkindler - and take God's place. Order will not be shaken under the influence of one evident paragon!" With that, Hictor raised the blade before swinging it down into a deadly arch. Van's mouth would open to scream something, but blood sprayed itself beneath his throat instead. The vocal cords torn. The atmosphere disappeared in a white flash as a boom resonated just as Hictor definitely struck Blue onto the shoulder. Hictor would stumble back within the mist, keeping a grip on the sword's handle while he lifted his scepter. "Alexsandre...?" It was the only possible intervener Hictor could think of as he noted the shadow that stood over Blue.

It laughed. "Mother always said you were a short-sighted fool." Furiyen?! How?! Hictor looked down upon the handle once more, realizing that the blade was entirely gone. Did he merge with his body? No. The blade was shattered as it attempted to touch the enkindler. And there in the mist stood the transparent figure of Furiyen's soul, animate though untangible. It was the blade's spirit. "Do you understand, now, old man?" Furiyen spoke, riled up by the diversity of ends. "This is why Alexandre imprisoned me within the blade. This is why the shell had shattered - the blade could not destroy its own soul. I may be your son, but I am also mother's. While you bluntly claimed that you were the perfect hier to her gift and even went as far to claim her as your own maiden, she had long since plotted against you. She infused Alexsandre with its essence, though had done more to infuriate you then you could ever imagine." Hictor would sneer, but nevertheless listen. "You weren't careful enough to analyze the meaning behind the bleached part of Alexandre's unique symbol. The Enkindler encompasses and breathes all manner of things, the good and the negative side of things." It may have been a spirit, but it reserved its ability to animate and grin. And the expression appeared to have dawned Hictor. "Yes, old man. Senile fodder. Have you registered the truth yet? Or should I indulge you?" He laughed inwardly.

"I too - am an Enkindler. You cannot bring me to destroy my own soul." Hictor would stomp the ground forward, fingers flickering with crackling signs of anger as he attempted as he hurled a streak of lightning. It penetrated Furiyen, his spirit anyways. Futile and it made him laugh. Hictor would then find himself stabbed in the back just as what should have been a corpse by now animated to a stand, stabbing him with a dagger - though not deep enough. Where he had gotten the blade was quite guessable. Hictor beheld the tenacious man's defiance, even as the gushed from him. He held him while his eyes had crawled to the back of his head. Striking him hard with his sceptor, Hictor would limp himself to the end of the cliff. Furiyen chuckled. "I should pitty you, having orchestrated all these events only to stumble upon failure." Hictor would grin over his shoulder, pressing his hand against his wound. "Failure? Hardly. Don't forget I still hold your body, son. And now with your host shattered and master dying..." Hictor's form would begin to dissolve into that raven Blue always recognized. "We will meet again, Blue." The sage's form fluttered along the skies - and there was silence.

"Fi.......Fi.." Van sounded from the ground as he held his throat with his hands, trying to usher her name. "Fi....." His vocal cords were destroyed..He lost too much blood.

Blue struggled to gain freedom after being toppled over onto her back and restrained to the ground as Hictor slowly approached her fallen form. She glared up at him once he came to stand over her. Her eyes narrowed with intense animosity she felt toward the sage that had betrayed them after appearing as if he had genuinely desired to aid them. She should have known better back when he had supposedly aided her to regain the memories she had acquired in the abandon ruins of the lab that she had grown up in with her mother. She should have trusted her doubts about him instead of attempting to believe that his intentions had been good. She heard as he assured her he would give Van a proper burial before her eyes began to widen when he gripped Furiyen in his hands and lifted him after proclaiming he would rightfully claim the Enkindler from her and arrogantly take God's place. Blue could simply watch as he then lowered Furiyen in a deadly arch. Her eyes impulsively closed as a boom resonated after she had been struck, opening her eyes as she, too, questioned whether her father had returned to intervene. But she soon came to realize it was not her father at all, as she looked up at the transparent form of Furiyen standing over her.

Furiyen? Blue stared in confusion as she listened to the two interact and exchange words before her attention was caught when pain flashed in Hictor's expression and the culprit revealed himself to be Van. She watched in shock while Van was struck away before Hictor finally retreated. And with his absence, she regained her freedom as she quickly pushed herself up and approached the fallen Highlander that was attempting to call her name. The scent of blood was overwhelming as a quivering hand reached out to touch Van's cheek and concerned eyes stared down at him. He was lossing too much blood. She was surprised that he was even still alive. "Van..." Blue trailed off, for a lack of anything better to say as she once more came at a loss of what to do to aid him. She did not know what had happened to her father and she did not know what he had done to use the Enkindler's powers previously to heal Van's wound. She felt an unidentified emotion clawing in the pit of her stomach that caused her limbs to tremble slightly as she thought frantically on how to help him. "Fury... I don't know what to do," Blue admited as her voice strained. Blue gently gathered Van into her lap again and tried to console him as she brushed the back of her hand tenderly against his cheek. Van had suffered so much trying to help her. If she did not do anything, Van would die and Fury... She did not know what would become of Furiyen now that the sword was broken and his body kidnapped. She felt utterly powerless and she loathed it. She wanted the power to save them as she gently held Van, her eyes filling with sorrow and anguish. "I'm sorry Van," Blue apologized quietly, for being careless and powerless. "I wish I could help..." She felt her throat tighten from her inner turmoil as she held him closer and pressed her face against his shoulder. "Please don't die," she pleaded desperately.

Van's optics would struggle to surface again as he heard Blue's plea, his head painfully twitching to look at her. Both hands cover the girl's face in what seemed to be a gesture of faultering consolation. He wanted to say something. . He loved her. Perhaps that was the statement as he arched his form forward to lean his head against her, remarkbly sitting up. Though it would Blue's arms to steady him. His lips moved to speak, though it was his thought that Blue would register. He had to say it - one more time. He was dying. She would feel that dreadful acknowledgement surface within his mind as he felt he leaned not just his body but his waver spirit against her. ~A've neva' seen ya weep before.~ He projected, knowing that she would hear him.But then, he lifted a gaze to what would be Furiyen's spirit whom merely watching - wearing that unshakable smile. Something triggered in the back of Van's mind that made him coil a strong grip over Fiona's shoulder - but it wasn't his spirit moving away. "What is that charming human expression? Deja Vu." The spirit spoke. It was then Van remembered; Blue would see the memory that played out in the back of his mind, down beneath the falls where Van lied broken against the surface of a rock while the river could beneath him brushing against his draping legs could almost cast him away. Van remembered why he said those words.

~An' thus A'll die, returnin' a thousan' tames more powerful.~ he projected that statement, before squeezing her shoulder assuringly. He had seen this moment before. ~A made a promise.~ Anger, hatred, love, resolve, determination and that provocative smile that decorated the lips of the fallen celestial. They coursed through the man's being as he pushed off to a stand, steadying himself awkwardly with his feet as he would almost stumble, his fingers brushing along Blue's cheek just as he stepped away and limped a couple of feet towards Furiyen's position. He stood there with all his being, glaring at the spirit's face for a moment. Silence passed between them before Van's lip would twitch into a smirk, before he began to chuckle, even as he choked on his blood and tissue. Both would toss their heads back and laugh in unisom. The ground beneath them quaked, though Van would not stumble for an inch. Instead, he waved his arms and stretched them like a bird as flames encompassed them, summoning the Bones of Magnus; those scaley arms. The spirit would do the same, before its form illuminated with an intensity that was both hazeling and blinding. Lavender would flash across the atmosphere like an explosion. In the wake of the fading light, Blue would witness Van's form lowering from an altitude that he had rised to during the infusion. The wound was gone. He fell to his knees, bracing himself with his arms.

Blue would listen as Van's mind projected his thoughts. Never seen her weep? She would prefer that she would not have a reason to weep so that he would never witness it. Blue would observe with sorrow, sensing that Van had acknowledged that he was dying. She did not want to accept it. She was not ready to let him go. After all this time, all these years, she had finally had a taste of what it was like to be genuinely happy and had a gained a semblance of tranquility. And now, Hictor had plundered all of her hard efforts in one fell swoop. Blue rose her eyes to Furiyen as he spoke before she witnessed one of Van's memories. This brought confusion as she wondered how this was relevant, though the two individuals seemed to know. Blue could only watch in awe as Van found the strength to stand and she fought the inclination to urge him not to stress himself. He was bleeding and declining, why was he using the remainder of his breath to stand? Blue would soon witness why as she stared in perplexion as the two began to laugh, feeling the ground begin to quake beneath her as she slowly pushed herself to stand and braced herself against the tremors. Soon, Blue rose a hand to shied her eyes from the intense illumination, squinting to try to see what was transpiring before she finally caught sight of Van falling to his knees. "Van," Blue spoke with concern as she moved to kneel beside him, placing a hand on his back and one on his shoulder as she tried to get a better look at him. His woundwas gone. What had happened? "Van, are you alright?" She asked carefully.

Van's hand would soothingly move over to take hold of the back's of Blue's own that rested over his shoulder, clasping the fingers in quiet affection. The answer was yes. "He won't speak for a time." Furiyen's voice boomed, and as it did, Van's found himself jolting before he covered his throat with his left. No blood was spilled. The expression on Van's face suggested shame as he looked at Blue for a moment before turning his head away. "Fiona. Do not be intimidated."

Blue felt hand gripped her own in consolation and immediately relief was evident, though would fail miserably to describe it if she tried. Blue gazed at him as she felt the relief washing over her body as she blinked quickly though that was soon pushed aside when she heard Furiyen's voice. Blue blinked, glancing around to notice Furiyen's spirit was no longer visible. So where was he? Her attention was caught by Van's sudden movement as he covered his throat, staring at him with curiousity while Furiyen reassured her. Why was Van acting so unusual? She leaned in close to try to get a better view, grabbing at the hand on Van's throat to try to move it away to see if the wound had healed properly. What she saw took her aback as she stared at the eye that stared back at her, before noticing the others that riddled his body. "Fury?" Blue questioned.

"Yes. Furiyen. And I must that I was rather touched by your sympathy awhile back. Few have ever come to terms with such sincerety towards my being." The 'others' had opened in the wake of Van's scars beneath his shirt. "Though, I suppose it comes when taking account of some - extraordinary familial ties. I am - afterall - your other half in some ways." Van was obviously uncomfortable with the ordeal, having chose this for his survival, but he never took in account how Blue would react. ~Shadd'up!~ Van's thought would project. At this distance, Blue could passive hear him. Obviously insecure that Blue had to see him like this. The eyes would blink there, before they settled into a sluggish state and closed, disappearing in the wake of Van's skin.

Blue listened, perplexed upon the situation and blinked as Fury spoke upon her momentary concern. She canted her head as he continued until Van urged him to silence himself. She could hear Van's thoughts and this also surprised her, considering that the majority of the time she blocked her mind from other people's wandering thoughts. She could only deduce that this was possible due to her close bond with the man. Blue would watch as the eyes would withdraw into Van's skin before her gaze would settle upon his face once more. She reached out to touch his throat, testing the skin as if to make certain the wound was no longer there, if only replaced by an eye now hidden.

~Do A disgus' ya?.~ He posed the question, knowing that Blue could hear him.

Blue's answer was a confused expression as she stared at him. What in the world was he speaking about? She was simply checking mainly to reassure herself that he was no longer bleeding to death and dieing before her eyes. The recollection caused an involuntary shudder as she reached up to touch his face, studying him intently as she tentatively traced his visage to make certain it was Van. She felt the swell of emotions rise in her chest as she then wrapped her arms around him impulsively and embraced him tightly with a quivering sigh. He was alive. She swallowed hard due to her parched throat as she simply held him in silence for a few minutes, allowing the knowledge to sink in to console her as she inhaled slowly. *Idiot,* Blue chastised him for even considering such a notion.

Van's eyes would close in security towards that statement, however chastising. His arms would slip around her in humble acknowledgement of her embrace, sighing as he did. It would occur to him that these moements had never happened unless there was some drastic challenging omen. He smirked with that notion, though chastised himself for thinking that when he realized that Blue would still read what he was thinking. It didn't bother him. He pulled back to address her with his lips, only to recollect the fact that his voice would fail for the time being. It bothered him, but he never let it get the best of him. She accepted whom he was, regardless of his being. That is all that mattered. When Blue would register his new disabilty, he smiled as he held her cheeks with his hands and kissed her on the forehead, announcing that he was taking it for granted. "Erm..Hello?" A voice that was both helpless and desperate called over from the distance, somewhere from beyond the cliff. "Is anyone there? Its a little hard climbing this, being visually impaired. . ."

"Furiyen? Fiona? Van? You did not attempt to descend all while I climbed this, did you. . .?"

Blue was tempted to smack him when she caught the thoughts that ran through his head. He should be grateful she even bothered to show any emotions other than the stoic attitude she usually retained. Though she forgave him once he pulled back and placed a consoling kiss to her forehead. She smiled faintly before a voice from the distance struck realization. Her father was still in need of assistance. Blue immediately rose once reassured that Van was physically well and traversed the distance to reach the end of the cliff, looking over the edge to locate him. Once she did spot him, she used her telekinesis to raise him up and back onto solid ground. "Apologies, Father. With Hictor posing a threat and Van's life on the line, I forgot about you momentarily." She admitted. "I was not aware that you would need assistance since you seemed capable of handling yourself." Though she should have known, his inability to see was a liability. She still wondered how he managed to travel around.<

"I am only sorry that I hadn't been more careful." Leo said just as he felt the kiss of grass grace his bare feet. "Though I could sense Hictor's near- fatal mistake all the way from down there." The ancient sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, repeating once again. "Should have been more careful." Before he would pause to sense for Van. "How is he?"

"He is alive," Blue stated. "And he's healed but he can not speak at the moment. The injuries to his vocal cords will take longer to repair, I believe, but I'm sure you can read his thoughts so communication is still capable." She glanced back at Van momentarily before looking back to him. "You are alright, I assume?" She asked as she glanced her father over.

"Definately not. I was hurled off the cliff!" Leo exclaimed. "And the dangers might be fatal. Who knows what could happen to me if I don't eat my eggs in the morning. Lets go!" The blind man pointed across with enthusiasm. Van would stare at him as a bead of sweatdrop rolling alongside of his face. He definately would have said something here.

Blue stared at her father's unusually loud and obnoxious behavior which reminded her of another lively figure as she glanced to Van one more time, who, for once, also appeared slightly embarrassed at meeting someone who made him feel humiliated. Blue issued a small sigh. She wondered why she was surrounded by these men but they had to be doing something right for her to like them as she smiled faintly. "Yes, father," Blue responded accordingly before she approached Van. "Well enough to walk back or do you need assistance?"

As decreed by Leo's insistance, Van was the one frying of what Leo regarded as hopefully a 'Grand Omelet'. The only grand thing he could ever think about was simply applying more eggs. Ofcourse, he did add some extra ingredients. Mushrooms, decent amount of onions and ofcourse a smal measure of green pepper. Well - it was the only Grand Omelet he could think of at the moment. He kept an eye on the Forest Berries every now and then, making sure Blue wouldn't attempt to steal one.

Blue observed Van as he cooked the breakfast her father insisted that he needed, curiously watching how he prepared it and what ingredients he had used. "So what now?" Blue asked, just as she reached out toward the Forest Berries. She did not see why she could not eat one, or two. It was not like they could re-supply if they ran low on food. And they did have shelter for a time until they decided whether or not they were going to continue traveling.

"Well, its quite a predicament. After all these happenings and now that we're aware of a new threat, it seems that we're going to have to take some measures. Let me think." Meanwhile, Blue would find that Van did hand her something as if out of submission when reached the Forest Burries. Though - it was warm - and it had ears.

Blue thought he was going to stop her, which would disappoint her and reward him with a pout, like what would usually happen unless she decided to respond with hostility. Though he had ended up surprising her once more, as she looked down upon the object he had given her. She lowered her eyes to witness a furry animal gazing back at her, its nose twitching as it stared at her with large eyes. "What's this?" Blue asked even though she had already concluded that it was a rabbit or bunny of sorts as she held the innocuous animal in both hands

Van was silent - obviously, but it apparently was something to keep her busy. In the end, Van would set eggs in their respective plates along with bread and butter, needless to say, accompanied by forest berries. The critter would slip and hop onto Blue's lap before settling in.

It would keep her preoccupied as with the lack of interaction from Van, Blue found herself scrutinizing the small animal. Its soft furr intrigued her and inclined her to stroke it as she observed it curiously until she noticed Van beginning to serve the occupants of the household. Blue moved to take a seat on the floor in which the critter decided to slip out of her hold and settled into her lap. Blue stared down at it as she caressed a single finger across its back, enjoying the silky texture of its furr before she rose her eyes to glance at her two other companions, curious to see what her father thought of Van's cooking.

For a moment, it would seem that Leo had forgotten all about breakfast as he delve in deep thought but then his hands moved to touch the bread and swiped a fragment of the egg it. He would use both hands, one stationed beneath the other to carefully handle the bite. Blind as he was, he had to be slower then most when it came to eating. "I doubt that Hictor is alone. I also doubt that he is allied with the leaders - an informer yes - but a spy as well." Leo rubbed his chin. "Hictor has never betrayed a man, because he never makes the decision until he is sure that he won't have to. Through enlightening, he gains favor and with favor flows easier knowledge. It would be of no surprise if the foundation of the Leaders were of his own doing, though not neccesarily his leadership. The greatest of all influences is to feed the ambitions of man." Leo would sigh, lowering his head. "Dear God..."

Blue lowered her eyes to observe the innocuous rabbit getting comfortable in her lap as her father began to speak about Hictor. She did pay attention despite the fact that she was not looking at him, running a hand along the length of the small animal's body, obviously fascinated by the tiny creature. She listened to Leo as he began to explain a possibility in Hictor's position in their situation since it appeared that Leo knew Hictor to an extent. Though as her father finished, the rabbit would protest when Blue suddenly gripped it fiercely before releasing it soon after to watch the rabbit hop away in trepidation. Blue rose stern eyes to her father. "God has something to do with this?" Blue questioned, making a sound of disapproval at her father's acknowledgment of the omnipotent being. Blue glanced away with a frown. "He won't help us."

Leo would raise his head slowly and quietly, perhaps taken back what his daughter had said - or finding it ironic. "You were born with something out of me, afterall." Leo spoke softly in that regards. "We are all small on the unfathomable scheme of things, but when you open your eyes you and revise the events you'll realize that he has helped you in ways that you had never fathomed. In the end, you reserve the freedom of choice, but as your father I ask of you - do not become Alexsandre."

Blue looked back to him, scrutinizing her father as he brought up the possibility that God had helped her more than she could ever imagine. She frowned at his requestion before deciding to inform him, "I do not even know who Alexsandre was." She did not know what he wanted her to avoid but as he had said, she had the freedom of choice and thought. "I'll consider it," she stated afterwards but she was not going to make any guarantees as she now glanced around for the rabbit though assumed her impulsive hostility had frightened it away.

Leo nodded eventually after the silence had settled in. " We need to take some drastic measures. . . Possibly form alliances with the right kind of sorts." he rubbed the bottom of his chin.

"We don't really have alliances. We have a friend mage named Henry," she stated, deciding to leave Farfarello out for now since she was not sure whether he was an ally or simply a neutral party. "And all the powerful people I use to know were with The Leaders, so I don't have any suggestions." She gave a nonchalant shrug. The majority of the The Leader's henchman were brainwashed and obediently followed directions to a fault. She recalled her time with the organization and inhaled slowly. It had been an experience and rather acceptable until they decided to betray her.She had no regrets because if they had not turned against her, she would have possibly never met Van or her father.

"I will leave you to consider the odds of attaining any of their favors at your leisure. For now, there is only one man I can think whom can assist you." He spoke carefully, before lifting his head almost as if he were reading Van's thoughts. "Kain Adaman." Van's head would toss back in perplexion as the blind man nodded, knowing what his thoughts were before he even attempted to read them.

Blue would gaze at her father in curiousity as it appeared that he had someone in mind who could possibly assist them with their new threat, along with their current ones. She quirked a brow in perplexion as her father brought up the unfamiliar name before glancing to Van to notice he appeared just as confused. "Kain Adaman?" Blue questioned as she had never heard of the man. But if her father thought this man was adequate, then that was enough reason to seek him out. "Who is he and where can we find him?"

"Presumably dead by the world, he is one of the greatest assasins that ever lived." Leo spoke quietly, before lowering his head as he frowned at a particular notion that bothered him. "And the sickest of them. "

"The sickest, eh?" Blue inquired, intrigued at this notion. She had been the notorious one in The Leaders for 'toying' with her victims, along with one other rival. Ever since Van though, such sadistic tendencies had been repressed and her hostility curbed but that did not mean she was not still fascinated with the notion of pain and blood. "Should we be prepared for a confrontation with him?" She asked curiously, wondering if this individual was known for hostility.

The blind man shook his head. "Unless he is contracted to do so, which is highly unlikely." He remarked, setting his meal aside before wiping his hands onto a napkin. "The only place I believe he could possibly linger in is Moonhaven. He currently works as an aspiring writer, published a few books. His way of warning those keen enough to notice that he is still alive. "

Blue nodded at this information. Even so, being cautious was always wise in her opinion, whether or not a person was known to display hostility. She listened as he went on further on a possible location of this ex-assassin before she decided to pose another question. "And what do you think would convince him to help us? He's retired, living his life in solitude and writing novels for a living now. Why would he help a couple of people like us?"

"That is a chance you both are going to have to take. Besides - I think Van has already met him once." Van would scowl at the notion of that. Kain Adaman, that insane sadist. He never thought he'd meet him ever again.

Blue blinked and looked to Van in question. So Van had already met this individual? Though by the scowl on his face, she could easily assume that his encounter with the ex-assassin had not been a pleasant one. "Alright. Thank you Father for the help. I assume you are going to remain here or presume your travels?" She asked just as she began to stand.

Leo lifted his face for a moment, listening to his daugther's steps. A meek saddened smile found itself upon his visage. "I . . ." Leo rubbed the back of his neck as he registered her inquirey. "You just worry about yourselves." He spoke softly. He had just met her. Twelve years for one night. . .

Blue studied the odd smile on her father's face but did not concern herself with it as she nodded in acknowledgment at his words, even though he could not see her. A contrast to him, Blue adapted to changes in strides. It had been a monumental moment when she had encountered her father. But she had grown accustomed to living without him, and it did not bother her as much as it bothered him to become separated again for a time. She cared about her father but she had grown up and had become independent of him a long time ago. The attachment had weaned. Blue glanced to Van in question whether or not he was prepared to travel again before looking to her father. "I hope to see you again soon, Father. You promised we would catch up for lost time and I'm holding you to your word," she stated as she walked over to him and kneeled down beside him to place a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. "I'll be back. Don't die until then," she warned, though only in concern. Her father had suffered solitude in an attempt to aid her. There were still so many unanswered questions she had that she wanted to pose to him but that would have to wait. As long as The Leaders and Hictor were present, none of them would be safe. That problem had to be dealt with first and foremost.

But Good Bye was never reassurance. It was merely the stroke of a possibility against one's chest that they may never meet again. Leo silently turned to regard his daughter with hands to coat her face. He had never seen it, but he almost knew it before he heard her voice again. It was her mother's. He smiled. "I - am - proud of you." He stated softly.

Blue stared at her father while his hands framed her face. She allowed the touch, knowing that was his only way to fabricate possible images in his head since he lacked sight. She waited for him to respond before she was taken aback, momentarily, by his declaration. She studied her father quietly before reaching up to take a hold of one of his hands as she held it to her cheek. "I'm...glad," she finally stated once she gathered the correct words to expess how she felt. It was stil foreign to her. These emotions where years ago she would not have experienced any. Where they had come frowm, how they had developed, their orgins were unknown to her. Or perhaps she had possessed them all along and had never known.

He could sense that displacement of hers towards such emotions, but he never the less smiled and took it for granted. Twelve years of segregation does, among them years of agony does that. "I felt that I died when you were born and lived to see a new world through you. You are my angel, my redemption and all that I have left." He spoke quietly, before he spared a hand to reach for inside his kimono. "I gave you my eyes; see the wonders through them and speak to me when we meet again. Tell me all about them. Smile when you can, laugh when you can, illuminate your past so that you can look at it during the darkest of trials, and acknowledge that you've something in your life. It will help you move on." Blue would fell a cold, yet delicate wieght coiling itself around her free hand as Leo placed it. "Come back and tell me everything. Walk the earth with your head high, and never lose hope." Leo would pause there. There was so much he wanted to tell her, so much wanted to council her for. But he knew time was of the essence, so he paused there. "This locket was all that I had reserved in the wake of the segregation, the only consolation I had left." he remarked over the object. "I no longer need it"

Blue listened to her father intently as he began to make a touching speech, speaking of what she represented to him and of the hopes he had with her as well as encouraging her to release herself of the chains of the past in order to experience a better future. Her eyes would lower momentarily to the cool yet delicate weight her father had placed within her unoccupied hand while he went into explanation of the locket he had given her and no longer needed. She stared down at the small item before she would gently open it to witness its contents. There lied a picture of her family, delicate tucked within the confines of the locket. There she witnessed the image of her father, who looked not that much younger than what he appeared today. Here, she witnessed him actually looking back at her with his magnificent blue eyes. Beside him stood her beautiful mother, looking back at her with those enchanting eyes possessed by a magnanimous and gentle soul. And in the middle, she stared at the small girl she had never known before. The small child was grinning from ear to ear, content in her ignorant bliss, shielded from the cruelities of the world outside of the one her parents had fabricated for her. Blue ran her fingers gently over the picture, over the small child beyond the reach of harsh reality. This was who she had been? Was this what happiness looked like? Blue stared at the picture, fixated at the perfect image of a family tucked tenderly within the confines of the locket. She could almost reach back to that time, almost recall how it had been but... Blue looked up at her father and then to Van. This was her family now and this was where she belonged. Blue gently closed the locket, holding it protectively in her hand as she looked back to her father without any guilt or regret. "I'll come back and tell you all about what I have seen," she promised reassuringly. "Thank you, Father."

"Go with my blessing." Leo spoke abruptly, smiling meekly. "Go before I decide to lock you here." He waved his hand with friendly dismissiveness. Van would make a stand with having being said, looking at Blue - waiting for her to mvoe.

Blue blinked at her father's words before she smirked faintly. "I don't know if you could, Father, but it would be amusing to see you try," she gently teased before she would take a stand, gazing down at her father with what could be described as affection before she looked back to Van, seeing that he was ready to set forth once more. "Ready?" She asked as she tucked the locket safely into the side pocket of her pants before she would turn to the door to exit. "We'll see each other again, Father," she promised. She did not know when it would be, whether it would even be in the physical realm, but she knew they would meet again.

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