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[Merci d'Rue]

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The Stone rose tall before them, Myrddin, Merci, Willow and Crickette stepped forward. The solid rock began to change turning into a dark liquid mass and rising taller and taller into the air. At last it had formed a dark gate, and it began to swing slowly open. The vortex behind it that Merci knew well. The portal awaits.

Myrddin turned to Merci and put one foot into the swirling doorway his cape swirling and being dragged towards the vortex. His eyes insistant. Take my hand..

Her silvery white hand pressed coldly into his gripping it firmly and he nodded to her. She turned holding her hand to Willow. Let this adventure begin! Her hand outstretching to the green-haired beauty. Willow grasped Merci's hand firmly and turned to the redhead standing with bow at the ready next to her. She held out her hand to Crickette. Its time to have some fun Impaler! Crickette smiled her hand slipping into Willows. Only the strong survive! called out the Impaler to the King

Now they stood their heads turned back towards Myrddin, their life once more literally in his hand. Yet there was no doubt, no fear just certainty. It had called to them and so they must explore..

They would follow him again...into the unknown. With that he stepped into the dark swirling mass behind the great Stone Gate and it sucked them all one by one in, their hands held tight within one anothers and they swirled into the unknown.

Ciara whispered as the great gate began to close, the stone returning to its usual size.

Bring me back something neat!
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May destiny guide you...

[Willow Smythe]

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Cool to the touch didn't begin to describe the clasping of arms with Merci. Figid tempratures coursed through her arm into her entire body as if she had just submersed herself half way into a frozen body of water. The hand clasped with in Crickette's, her temprature ran hot. It was as if ice and fire battled the eternal battle with in her. Both sides reminding her of their ever constant presence. The portal to some might have looked daunting. To Willow it invited her, teased her almost. It toyed with her reckless senses with its promise of the unknown. She half expected the king to tell her to let it be. When he gave his order, a sly impish grin slid across Willow's face as she ran with her companions. She wouldn't give Myrddin the chance to recant his words

She looked to the present council and stated simply,

To the ends of the world, I will follow you my friends until my time is through. May destiny guide us.
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Malorn ‎(12:14 AM):
I'm an idiot

[Mairsil]

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Once more... the title of Wolf King became of little consequence.

Myrddin the Warrior stood still in the cold night, at the center of his kingdom that could of been a world away.

He stood firmly, silently, beside other warriors, the very same he'd stood beside a decade prior.


The lycan stone moved like liquid as it grew, as if the stone itself was a great spirit opening the door to destiny.

He looked into the personification of his kingdom's name. The kingdom that personified his name and title as Wolf King.


Vast seas of water and stars now separated Myrddin from the frozen wasteland in which he was born.

Thousands of trees stood between he and the place where he became more than man.

A long, snake like road lay behind him, as if the path he walked to get here was carved into the earth.


Once more.

The man, the lycan, the warrior, and the king; stepped forward.
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"You see I can not be forsaken, because I'm not the only one. We walk amongst you, beating, r#ping, must we hide from everyone?" - Jon Davis

[Merci d'Rue]

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Merci felt like she was floating one moment then falling another her body rushing thru the air then gliding like a babe. It was disconcerting and frightening and she twisted clinging desperately to Myrddin and Willows hand.

The chain remained intact until a hot wind rushed over her and her grip weakened slightly, she could feel Myrddins hand slip a bit from the sweatiness of her own. She let out a howl as the wolfkings eyes met hers for a brief moment and then he was gone, his hand outstretched his bodyswirling away from them. The chain broken. She clawed at the air in anger until at last she landed with a thud on something hard, her bones jolting inside her body.

She lay there breathing slowly, she had taken the brunt of their fall. Pain shot thru every limb as Willow, Crickette and she lay in a heap. Her body slowly regening fixing cracks closing wounds she was never so thankful to be Lycan. Staggering they stood and three doors were before them, Blue, Green and Red. Merci laughed at the very obvious nature of the colors heading towards the blue door.

Yet it would not yield to her touch and stood baffled. Was not this blue door meant for her? She moved towards the green door and it to stood still and silent not yielding to her touch and she was even more confused as the red door swung wildly open at her approach. The red door, the color of blood and fire, beckoned her forth. She shivered.

Fire had an odd effect on her, it was her chill, extreme temperatures of heat often times made her feel like she was freezing. She had become adept at withstanding it, generating her own blanket of cold but never was she in so much danger as when she walked into the fiery pits of this door. Demonic shadows scampered across the fiery pits, but this did nto worry her. Her true enemy lay there at her feet, bubbling softly. That which Malikhia had always clung to was what Merci had always warded against.

Upon the wall carved in brilliant red..

Fire and ice dwell in balance,
When balance is destroyed a kingdom falls.

Merci stood and realization dawning she pulled out her staff. It vibrated with cold energy and she let herself go into its spell as it fed off her channeling cold air into the room. Half the room solidfied, icicles hanging down the magma turning hard and black then frosting over. She moved, floating slowly across the room, so wrapped up in the powers of cold that her feet did not even touch the ground. At last she landed safely on the other side a trail of ice blanketing the part of the room she had traversed.

The words on the wall changed.

Balance restored around but not within..

She didnt like the sound of that, and suddenly the room melted away, the ice and fire fading from view. She was standing in an arena much like the necromancer arena in Umbra. All around her people stood chanting. Great doors swung open and Myrddin appeared with sword at the ready, his eyes red and angry with death at his heels. She had fought her king many times but something abou this fight felt different.

Their words finally made sense, the hissing words growing on the wind. Traitor...Kill her... They began their duel but Myrddin was out for blood and yelled with the rage of a thousand betrayed as his sword plunged deeply into her heart, Merci falling, her body bleeding. Her head falling back blue hair wet with blood. Her hand raised up grasping the blade shoved within her and she yanked, she knew not where the power of such came from and she rose, as blood poured from the wound still.

You shall not shake my faith..
The Myrddin before her faded his body dissipating into shadows, her mind realizing that all around her was just a conjuration of her own fears. She fell to the ground the wound at her heart was closed no blood poured forth but the scar remained.

She could do nothing but wait...She thought of her clan in stonegate and longed for home. The Walls around her rose up high and stone like. An invisible hand carving pictures across them as she fell warily into sleep.
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May destiny guide you...

[Willow Smythe]

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Nearly two months ago.....

Light blinded her eyes upon first step through the portal. All was aglow. There was an aura around everything save the cave-like walls causing a soft edge to even Myrddin's hard set face. Though the darkness was still evident, it didn't deter from the flowing light. Colors were so vibrant and conscious they were virtually tangible. This oasis of color delighted Willow's ever so cautious eyes. The sound of rushing water echoed throughout every passage reverberating of the walls. The thunderous noise sounded as if it were just beyond her reach yet still miles away. Every foot shuffle her companions made nearly drowned out the sound of the water.

All at once, the floor seemed to disappear beneath her feet. Willow descended with incredible speed. She landed hard as her feet came into contact with the new floor. Her essence seemed to go everywhere at once, and then, once recovered from the shock, retract back into a whole being. Not a twinge of pain was felt; undoubtedly that would catch up with her tomorrow. She cursed herself for her lapse in judgment, not having seen the break in the flooring above her. Willow cast a look around, looking for her fellow cave dwellers, no longer hearing their voices, only the wind rushing through the stone passageways. As she rose from her spot, Willow could see the fiery red of Crickette's hair. Trusting her legs to work she ran to catch up. She slowed her step just as she was an arms length away to a walk. Her mischievous side took over, and she decided to give the Lycan a thrill. She followed instep for a few paces and then pounced. Her arms went right through Crickettes' own. She made several attempts and then moved to her next target. Merci didn't even glance Willow's way. This was unusual for her. Not one of them noticed her existence; they merely kept trudging on in their path. The group finally stopped and filed out. She stepped in closer to hear what direction they were to take. Even though she was only inches away from them, their voices were muffled, barely a buzz in her ear. Myrddin was pointing in different directions as the others debated for each. Merci was pointing and apparently giving her oppionion about the left tunnel. Crickette was doing the same with the tunnel of the right.


Then her breath caught in her throat, Willow blinked as she noticed not three, but four figures. It was as if she was staring at an exact copy of herself. Green hair fell to the figure's shoulder, green eyes peered out at her friends, but slightly unfocused. Willow's eyes widened.

Do they not see that I am not there? That's not me!

She moved closer to get a better look. Willow reached out and placed her hand upon her imposter's shoulder. As her essence passed through the arm, the perception of Willow's view changed. Her arms shortened as did her legs. Her unbound hair twisted itself into twin braids on either side of her head. Willow's heart began to race as she retracted her arm and stumbled backwards. The group advanced on their path unabashed, leaving her behind. Instead of following, she ran in to the opposite direction. She ran until she found the pond that had been making the thunderous noise. Despite the cascading water fall spilling into the pond, the water had no ripples making a for a perfect mirror. Her reflection confirmed her fear. Willow's twelve year old self stared up at her, full of mischievousness.

"You're always running away. I'm always going to be a part of you. I -am- still with you, until your heart no longer beats" Willow used her childlike hand and splashed her reflection. Her hand didn't get wet, yet the image still was wisped away. However, instead of dissipating, it reformed. The mirrored reflection now showed wrinkles in her skin and white streaks through her green hair.

"I am part of you too. Do you have the courage to come seek me? Your age is not forsaken; it will find you one way or another. You are everywhere and yet nowhere" With that, her images rose from the pool, Becoming semi-corporeal, and grabbed for Willow. The strength was immense. She could do nothing to fight the two off as they pinned her to the ground.

A hammer and stake formed in each of their hands.

"You are not pinned to the worlds as we are," they chanted together, aiming the stakes at each of Willow's hand poising the hammer just above. "Your ties are now severed, yet you are still anchored to this realm. It is time you sought us out." In the blink of an eye, they brought the hammer down hard, driving the stake through her hands. Willow's scream from the anticipation of pain drowned out the echo of the clang of the stake being driven through her hand. She screamed with frustration stemming from her helplessness. Her eyes were shut tight, yet, the pain never came.

Her first rush of feeling was cold upon her back. She lay there a few moments, her clothing getting more and more soaked. The sounds of snow crunched around her from footfalls of those gathering around her. She opened her eyes and saw only white burning her eyes. Squinting she began to focus upon the faces around her. She saw Crickette, her usual strong composure having been recently shaken. Merci kept blinking as if recovering from a vision. Myrddin stood before them looking unsure of his existence for the moment. As Willow got to her feet and dusted herself off she said

"Where are we, what happened with the portal"

Not one of them had an answer.....


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Current day....


For months now, since waking up in the snow, her vision was becoming a nuisance, splitting and diverting onto its own tangents, showing her things that she couldn't possibly see. It was as if she was seeing out of Someone else's eyes from somewhere she's never been. Faces she's never seen before, but were somehow familiar. Then a gate appeared before her. "Here you go Ms. De'Chambray. We've been waiting for you."

"Willow, the gate is about to close, lets go! It's time to start training" A voice called out to her with concern. She blinked as her vision cleared, and everything save the gate changed. "Were you sleeping with your eyes opened? Where were you just now?" Ciara asked.

"I...I don't know" Willow said, shaking her head, as she stepped through the gate.
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Malorn ‎(12:14 AM):
I'm an idiot