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[Arakad]

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(Authors Note: PG 13 at best, written at 0400 with 2hrs of sleep in 3 days... dont' be too critical?)

***Chapter One***
Birth and Betrayel.


"Kill that Child!"
The Eternals decree rang in Akadi's ears as she flew through the marble halls of Reg Volom. There was a fierce wind blowing down the hallway, plastering her black gown against her pregnant body and whipping her white blond hair out in spiraling tendrils. Four of her Gargoyle Servants soared through the air behind her, protecting her from the other Meer who were more than eager to carry out Rakada's orders. she and her protectors had already tore through half of the remaining mystic class. and she was ready to finish off the rest.

They would take her child!

Betrayal burned deep inside her heart. Since the moment of their union, she'd been true to her mate. The first Matriarch to take up an Eternal as a true mate, even when she'd learned Rakada had been faithless to her, she'd still loved him and welcomed his other children into her home.

Now he wanted the life of her unborn!

How could her love betray her like this? For decades she'd been trying to conceive a son for Rakada - it was all she had ever wanted.

A babe of her own...Until that cursed Lord Blackthorn stormed into the roads of Lakeshire and declared himself the Prophet of Exodus. The Ruined Human forced himself upon the Matriarch, and Rakada did naught to come to her aid.

Now do to a Prophecy of three inept Mystic sons of her husband - Rakada's jealous bastards - her child was to be sacrificed and killed. Because of what? Words those little dung heaps whispered?

Never!

This was her baby. Hers! No matter what ancestry it came from him came a child, a Human bred with her and with him she is given what she has always wanted. And she would kill every Anjur successor that stood against her.

"Klavis!" Klavis flashed into the Porcelain halls of Volom, not before stumbling into one of the massive pillars against the wall.

"Did I miss another execution by uncles hands?"

Akadi grabed Klavis by the hand, and then recalled them out of Reg Volom where the Ethereals made their home, and reformed within the emerald walls of the Meer Temple where the Time Lord imprisoned them for millenia.

Here she was reborn, this dark - forbidden place. This was the only realm that truly scared Rakada. Even with all his power, he knew the dark remnants of the Anjur civilization was where Akaid reigned supreme. Here, within the walls of her ancestral home and her powers fortified, she could and would destroy him.

As the Matriarch and Keeper of the Anjur Crystal; Akadi kept a room in the Meer Temple to remind her of her station.

This is where her and Klavis stood now.

Akadi sealed the room before she summoned the two gargoyles to her side. "Xida, Fletis, I need you."

The demonic creatures manifested before her, smoke gray bodies with horns and talons of obsidian black - they were the picture of a nightmare brought to life.

"Guard this room from everyone. I don't care with the Avatar himself demands entry you kill him. Do You Understand! If Rakada attempts to persuade you kill him on sight!"

"Your will is ours, none will disturb you."

Akadi wanted this child and she was willing to do anything for him.

-Anything-

Her heart hammering, she pulled the kryss from her dresser drawer and held it in hand. The gold hilt was cold against her skin. The black roses forming vines up the steel blade that gave a dim glow from the light of the Temple. A dagger ment for killing.

A flash of blue electricity blue the doors off the hinges of her room, and throwing back the two gargoyles that were standing guard - Klavis charging forward was immediatly thrown back against the wall forming a deep crack within the brick; then lifted up and tossed through the weakened section of the wall into the crumbling hole.

Monks in deep black robes began to pour into the Temple room, taking up residence on either side of Akadi - their hands hidden in their sleeves and their heads bowed low as they gave a silent watch over the ready woman.

Holding the Kryss before her, Akadi was already contemplating the spells to strike out with. But her concentration was caught off guard the moment the last of the black shrouded monks sauntered through the blown through door.

There standing within the crumbling remains of her chamber stood Rakada in all his Eternal glory. His platinum blond hair matted back over his head giving the look of his age. The hood of his shroud down giving a full look of his glowing glyphs that were imprinted over his skin.

"Akadi, this child must die. It's for the good of us all."

"Bastard!" As she lunged forward with the Kryss, only to be taken by surprise from behind. Arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her swiftly to the floor, hands gripping her wrists and pining her down. Nails digging into her ankles and spreading her legs. "Remove me you low life Jukan turn coats!"

A set of fingertips pried open the fist of the Matriarchs, removing the Kryss from her grip. Before she was aware of it Rakada was settling between her legs, the ceremonial blade in hand.

"It is fitting your Atheme will be used to destroy the destroyer." Disregarding her struggling, the Shrouded meer keeping the Matriarch well pinned to the ground. Rakada reached in and placed the tip of the kryss against Akadi's distended stomach where his step child rests in his wifes womb, waiting, protected, and now to die. Never again would he have to abide by this disgrace to his lineage. Never again would Akadi feel her son kick within her.

Rakada was going to remove them and free his race once and for all. Seperating Mother and son before it was time that their Arakad was to be born.

There is no choice. "There is no other way." Rakada whispered as he sliced open his wifes abdomen, the blood issueing forth and coating the floor beneath him. The screams of the matriarch echoed through the Temple walls and the cringing cries fell upon deaf ears as the Eternal pried forth the still, uncrying child.

Rakada could have swore the ground moved from his power alone, but alas to his arrogance he did not see the blast of fire that would engulf him, nor the walls of lightning that formed around the Matriarch. Falling back and droping the fetal child to the ground, Rakada immediatly shot a glare at his attack only to bare witness to a mass of Gargoyle servitors and human controlers storming down the hall.

"A curse upon you all!" Swearing to his attackers before 'calling out of the Temple and to the saftey of his throne beneath Volom.

Akadi struggled up, as Klavis rushed to her side, helping to bandage and place heal magics over her wounds. Shrugging her nephew away she immediatly went for her son, her infant .. unborn child. "Be strong my boy... live..."

She placed her pale lips to the blue runes that engraved the childs forehead, and handed the babe to Klavis. wrapping the child up in his sash he looked to his Aunt.

"Damn you Rakada! I'll never forgive you for this!"

"Klavis; place this child in the care of a Human family; one that will see to its saftey."

[Arakad]

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Chapter. 2

It took the young meer mage two full days to flee his dead aunts side and travel from the temple of Reg Volom to reach the mountains of Compassion. With swift reflexes and wit he was able to avoid the raging elementals that roamed wild at the peaks of the mountain pass. Though coming down into the valley below was the real task. For as he scaled the cliffs edge the young man could clearly see the encampment of Orc at the bottom.

"Hang on little one" shakily spoken as he leaned a shoulder against the rocky slope observing the orcs' doings.

Sitting around the pitiful campfire rested two thin -malnourished creatures that could only be archers. But one couldn't ignore the grunts and yells of the Chieftain and his grunts behind the torn misshapen tents.

If he were fluent in Orc or had a full case of ale in hand, Klavis would surly be in a better stance of things. As it were he was running two days with little sleep and a wailing half-breed strapped to his back. "Sshh; now there. Be quite kit you're going to get us both served up as stew if you keep this up."

Unfortunately the hungry child refused to let up, until Klavis pulled the babe to a cradle in his arms and placed a piece of milk root between the pale lips of the child to suckle. Those pale blue eyes watching up at his cousin adoringly.

If Klavis were older, if but a few years, his senses may have been more alert to the danger around him. Unfortunately for the novice Meer he did not hear the approach of his attack as the greasy skinned Orc rushed towards the Mage sword out. A searing pain in Klavis side as he reached down and took the tip of the blade sticking through his gut in hand just as it were being removed for another blow. Even a young Meer has good reflexes when alert; as Klavis turned delivering a quick blast of fire into the Orcs face; rolling out of the way and rushing towards the encampment.

It wouldn't take these simpletons long to notice fresh meat rushing their way. Using the campfire as a focus, Klavis threw his hand out while running causing the flames to glare out with a blaze. The two archers could only give a pale expression before they were engulfed in the flames. The mage could hear the cries of the grunts behind him as it yelled out alarming the others of their prey.

Klavis could have made it clean from the encampment, could have made it a league up the marsh and into valley. If the babe in his arms would have not dropped his root and once again let out a shriek. Three grunts and a massively large Chieftain exited the better of the tents set up, pieces of Ki'rin hanging from their mouths and stench of blood ale in the air as they sought the source of their disturbance.

"By the Matrons grace; I'm half tempted to toss you to them!" Klavis shouted, ignoring the pain in his lower side as he rushed towards the west boulders and deeper into the marsh. In hopes to find a source of cover; or a sink hole to dive into and avoid the creatures now tailing his... well tail.

It leaping from open grass to wet land with ease, each jump traces of thick blood drizzled to the ground giving easy trail for the brutes to follow. An arrow lodged deeply into Klavis shoulder the head exiting just above his cousins face splattering the babe with drops of the mages blood. Crying louder now as the child realized the pain in his protectors eyes, Klavis came to a knee - sinking waist deep into the muck of the marsh. Holding the child tight, he began to crawl one handed through the swamp to the edge of the grass land. The roars of the orcs closing in around him, He knew this would be his end.

Two more arrows soared through the air, splashing into the wet grass around the meer as he focused his protection spells upon the child. He could hear foot steps approaching quickly down the grass now before him. The orcs doubled around and have cut him off. Smarter than he took them for. The sound of metal and leather as swords were being being drawn, he cradled his cousin close preparing for the final blow.

Muddy boots waded through the water around Klavis as four human males rushed upon the four orcs, Klavis' eyes closed as he prayed to the Anjur gods, that these brigands would not turn upon him next.

The sound of soft steps approaching his shoulder, the woman in skirts knelt to Klavis side and began to place cool rags to his shoulder, pulling the arrow through and in attempts to remove his bundle of goods he held tight. She gasped as she realized to late that the bundle he held was a child - the babe unconscious from the fall its protector did into the marsh, but still breathing. she took the child in arms, and handed it over to the returning men who had drove back the Orcs.

"We need medicines and bandages. Can you three carry our friend here to the camp?" The man whom held the now waking child spoke.


"Sir; its a Meer - and now dead... he's beyond our healing." The youngest spoke up, sheathing its dagger and raising to look up at the eldest.

"Give him a proper burial, he's come a long way ... obviously to pass the tribal territory and into the Meer sanctuary."

"He's part human Siran. Can't you tell .... he was rescuing the child even from its own kind." the woman finally spoke up, her words soft as she pulled the babe from her husbands grasp to cradle it against her. "He needs a home, it would be a crime to let a child suffer alone; come now, lets return to our camp."