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[Zarlox]

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Riding through the mountains the rider slowly reined in his horse and pulled out a spyglass from his saddlebags. The early morning mist still covered most of the land, making it difficult to see much from the ledge he was on. After a bit of looking his gaze came upon a few structures peaking up through the mist. Seeing the familar buildings, he was unable to stop a grin despite his exhaustion.

Though the Cities glory days were behind it, it was still home. Of course, the City still did contain one thing he very much loved and had missed desperately during his journey....Sadira.

He let out a sigh as he thought of the past.
"Come Valor" he said "Lets go home"
With that the rider continued to move down the mountain. At the bottom of the moutain range was what remained of the City of Sanctus.

[Sadira Reflov]

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Running through the chilly wind as the fire engulfed the stronghold. Zarlox standing on the balcony..injured and hurt. Cries of pain, anger and confusion pierced the smoke filled air like a knife piercing the heart. She could see him..she had to help him...bodies laying around her grasping at her legs begging for an end to their misery....or for aide of a fallen loved one. She could not bare the scent that burned in her nostrils as she seemingly looked upon the shattered mess that was once Sanctus...her thoughts going to the man she loves...Zarlox. In a freezing moment...the sword pierced through his backside. A darken skull with glowing blood red eyes that seem to become even more intense as it drained Zarlox's life force...the darkness then circled about her..caressing her body as it closed about her making it hard for her to breath as if she were a tight corset..crushing her ribs making her gasp for air.....


Sadira awoken with a scream, drenched in a cold sweat. Her eyes darted about the room frantically in search of Zarlox. The darken room that started off as a blur slowly came into view. She leaned over and lit the candle next to her. She shook her head as if trying to reorient herself to her current situation.


"It was only a dream."

More like a nightmare, she thought, as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She wore a heavy robe to help block off the chill of the wind. Though her bones still was chilled...it was more because of whom her host was. Her feet touched the cold stone flooring. She slowly stepped over towards the window.

"I am a *guest* of the skull. What could Bailos possibly want of me? I am no leader...I have no barrings nor am I powerful."

She gazed upon the stars that filled the clear evening sky. Wondering if she would ever see Sanctus...ever see Toren..or ever see Zarlox. Zarlox...the name gave her a warm feeling in her heart..and a soothing comfort in her soul. Where was he? Did he even think about her? She sat down pulling her legs to her.

"Wherever you are...please be well and safe."
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