"Sadly, that is true. However, that power comes at a price. Said person is stripped of their soul, forever to roam the land for the rest of their unnatural life as a demonic killing machine, incapable of showing emotion, or mercy....."
"The remaining keldon live their lives in seclusion, in order to escape the persecution of the humans. Most humans still bear a grudge against my kind, and are hell-bent on the complete elimination of my race. It's barbaric what some people are capable of......"
"Probably a few years before I was born. The Keldon were a fledgling race then. When the humans first saw the keldon, and our healing abilities, they thought we might have the secret of eternal life. The keldon have no such secrets, so we refused. Thus began the inquisions and massacre of my race. We took up arms to defend ourselves, but lost many battles. On the verge of our race's devastation, we beseeched the four wind gods for aid. They fought alongside us and ensured that we would have peace, but in turn, the Keldon were stripped of their wings as payment for the gods aid."
Michael walked into the room. "Yes, but the past has a nasty way of repeating itself. You are probably seeing visions of the Demonium War."
OOC: Oh come on, it wasn't that bad, was it?
Michael closed the book for a while and stared in the mirror, looking at the scars of the past. He remembered what happened after he left Kai's village. Michael and his father stopped at another village to resupply, when Michael was attacked by some of the kids from the village. They whipped and beat him, broke his arm and leg and threw him into a lake, leaving him to die. Fortunally, his father was able to pull him from the water and heal him.
OOC: Kind of going to be off and on today, at least till 7:00 central. Having to train a new guy at work. BIC: Michael stopped playing the flute and picked up the book again. The writing was more clear to him now, but the sentences were jumbled up, so he started to unscramble everything.
Michael continued to play. OOC: Good night.
Michael calmed down when he heard Kai singing and joined in with his flute.
Michael threw the book to the floor. "Damn, I can't make sense of this book. It's nothing but a bunch of gibberish." "Are you sure you can read the book?" "Yes, I can read the language, but can't make heads or tails of what is written in it."
Michael looked at the two books in his possesion. "The scripture of Galanoth and the Apocrypha of Yzark.....what were humans doing with two of the forbidden keldon tomes?" "Must have happened during after the Demonium War...." "But still, what were they doing with a book of forbidden keldon sword techniques and a guidebook to the spectral plane?" "Guidebook to the spectral plane?! Read that book, my boy. It should help you better understand your power to enter the spectral plane." "You might be right......for once." Michael opened the Apocrypha of Yzark and began to read it.
"Try not to think of it now, the answers will come to you in time." Michael laid Kai on her bed. "For now, you need your rest. I will be here if you need anything." He kissed her forehead and started to walk to his room.
"Good, you're ok, but what happened to you?"
Michael shook Kai. "What's wrong? Come on, wake up." "Damnit, what the hell's going on?!" "Don't ask me." Michael picked her up and carried her back to the inn.
They informed the king of what happened, then left. "Why did Jeraxan take that orb?" One of the castle guards came running and handed Michael a book with keldon writing on the cover.
"There's nothing else we can do at this point. So let's go."
"Well, now what?"
Michael sliced through the bed, but Jeraxan was already gone. "I was too late...." Michael dispelled his sword.
"Wait....he's still here!" Michael ran towards the king's room.
The group arrived in the throne room, the king sitting on his throne, cowering in fear. "What happened?!" "Wingly....came and took the orb......" the king stuttered. "Where is he?" Michael asked. "Gone....." Michael slammed his fist against a pillar, cracking it. "Damn it! We were too late...."
