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Subject: Re: +alarm+


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Arrasha, Seriema, Tamahome
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Date Posted: 15:28:55 08/28/02 Wed
In reply to: Cat.... 's message, "Re: +alarm+" on 14:55:55 08/28/02 Wed

Tamahome kept quiet for the most part, pain shrouding on his face, dragging his cloak on the floor, the scabbard of his sword dangling from his sword belt, yet with his left hand he gripped the sword hilt, as for something to happen. Seriema noticed his silence after she told him what he was, and she started talking gently.

They want you to go back there Serranon..

Tamahome, frustrated of her calling him Serranon, turned, eyes full of anger.

Would you stop calling me Serranon already! I'm sick of it. And even if I am really Serranon, how come I know nothing of it!?

Seriema, taken a back from it all but kept her same expression as before simply answered.

When you were a child, you were stolen from your family by someone; someone of evil. There you were raised to be like them but in the process of the kidnapping you were banged hard on the head and fainted. You slipped into a coma for quite a while and woke a year later, completely forgetting your origin. And then and only then did they fill your mind with nonsence, pain, evil. You should know the rest of the story by then.

Tamahome sighed, still not wanting to believe it.

They were my parents! I was raised by their wretched hands! That's what I am and I am willing to accept that! So stop telling me this nonsence!

Seriema stood unmoved, calm, and casual, as she continued as if nothing happened.

Stryker and Falin were shapeshifters. Your mother was a shapeshifter, and your father was a great warrior. Therefore you have recieved traits of both. You are not irregular as your mother, yet you are human as your father. Therefore you have shifting abilities and still have your ability as a human. Think about that Serra-umm...Tamahome. If you try, you can shift.

Tamahome still said nothing and dragged himself in front of Cat and Seriema, looking at the darkened sky, the sky filled of debris from Zavahl's radioactive attack. The world of Aelour would be in a darkness, a mini nuclear winter for perphaps a year or two.

Rekai and Stalker were good friends of Falin and Stryker, so Cat, you're in good hands. Tamahome was written in the prophecy that was set, and is powerful beyond beliefs. Since you are both of hero blood, you both have a strength within. Twill both come out in time, you'll see.

Tamahome still tried to ignore as he looked to where they are.

We're almost out of the village. After our last step it'll be rough landing for us.

Seriema considered it, stopped and looked upon the village. The village she was born and raised in, the village that she had loved dearly, with her dragon, Zavahl, laying on the floor, the crimson blood flowing across. For every death of a dragon though, there is a rebirth. A rebirth of the world. His blood would seep into the ground and in a few years the place would be abundant with life. Being a green dragon that was his power. She grinned sadly, lowered her eyes, turned around and headed towards her forest. That would be the last time she would see it.


Arrasha flew through the clouds of smoke, hate filled in his eyes, the ever spreading agloa filling his mind with the tainted darkness it thrived on. All he said repeatingly in his head is I belong to Ethren, we shall rule. We shall destroy. Getting closer to the fortress, and to Ethren's rule he sped up, as fast as an arrow being shot, thus his name.

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