The Dance of the Pink Willows (Puck the Trickster)

Upstream the sun gleaned off of the bright blue aqua, the many ripples and wavelets wove the illusion that the river was a stream of gold. The bright flash of the rainbow scales that adorned the trout that slowly meandered up stream was the only thing that ruined the continuity, but the element was most attractive and made the atmosphere less dreamlike. However, the pink flowing willows that ran thickly along each side as you traveled down stream, with their golden trunk and snaking roots that crafted the bed of the river, might have possibly out weighed it. Their branches where so thick, and flower petals so numerous that you cloud hardly see the sky, and the light that filtered through the plant membranes, flower or leaf, was dyed pink. Down stream, the river was slower, more gentle. Perhaps it had been cajoled into being so, so that the pagoda built in the middle of it could keep standing for many years.

The pagoda, is like most. It has upturned corners and a red tile roof. The four wooden posts that hang it up however are unique. They are carved into the shape of regal cats, each with a loop necklace. The floor boards are carved into a scene depicting a great cat, shaping a human female from clay, and then bringing her to life, the first Coquette. In haphazard pattern, rocks go from the pagoda, to the willow lined shore. They are pink quarts, and if stood upon for too long will sink under the person, allowing the poison vines that run under the rock to scratch the person, paralyzing them and causing them to drown in the deep calm water of the river.

On the west side of the pagoda, an angelic figure sat. Her pink silk dress spread around her like the petals of the willow blossom, creamy white legs peeking through the slit that ran up the skirt to the middle of the thigh. Long curly tendrils of golden, and occasional purple flowed down her naked back and over her lithe shoulder. Thick lashes batted periodically, in all probability a rhythm that worked in perfect harmony with the fan she was waving gently at her face. The fan was made of golden and steel mesh, rather plain but in its simplistic beauty perfect. The edge was wavy, like the ocean tide, and stayed in line with the fan sticks, not rounding outward like many do.

Vana’s eyes were closed, the pearly makeup less lids glowing in the soft pink light. Her primrose lips open slightly in calm breath, which her bosom mirrored as it moved up and down. Then a thick snap echoed through the previous still, the round of a willow twig breaking under a light foot. Without opening her eyes, or changing the rhythm of her fan, she addressed the intruder. “You are not allowed in this place,” she said softly, her full lips moving gracefully to let the words pour out as smooth as warm wine. “What do you seek?”

“Who are you to say where I can and cannot go? I am here to seek out someone named Vana my reasons are my own,” Tantin said to the beautifully women without even batting an eye.

The women whose entire body shown pink from the trees opened her eye slowly and took a look at the young man standing before her. His eyes seemed emotion less, to the extent he was not even noticing the incredible looks of the women standing in front of her. His body was scarred severely all the way up to his face, and his attire was not from around there. Speaking softly the Coquette said, “Your face is not from around here where are you from?”

“Why is that any business of yours?” Tantin said harshly to the women named Vana.

“So harsh, calm down I am not going to bite. What makes you so nervous talking to me?” Vana said in almost a whisper.

“I do not get nervous. Now why do you refuse to send me to the person who I speak of I know she is somewhere around here,”

“Patience, how do I know you do not seek to kill this Vana,” The women said trying to conceal her identity for now.

“Maybe I do who are you to stop me?”

“You seem to judge to quickly,” Vana said.

“I didn’t ask for you criticism, I asked for Vana now where is she.” Tantin said growing more aggravated as he talked.

“If you seek her so much answer me three questions. Who do you love? Why do you love them? And where are they now?” Vana said in a calming voice that almost had a melody to it.

“I love no one so the other questions don’t matter,” Tantin replied to what he saw as very odd questions, “Now take me to the one who I seek.”

“Very well, follow me,” The beautiful women said motioning to where she was going. Vana walked across the pink lighted room very swiftly as the stranger followed behind unknowing to where they where going. Another thing he failed to notice is that she was pulling a green needle from out of her bracelet.

The man stepped forth, his languid and scarred body moving smoothly across the floor of the pagoda. The rosewood under foot, scarred like the man, with it’s intricate mural of the Coquette’s creation legend, it was poetry. The scarred and ugly man, on the scarred, but beautiful rosewood mural. In Vana’s mind, if the man let himself, he could be as beautiful if not more beautiful than the mural. But instead he chose the ugliness of lies, and death. She had once been ugly, not outwardly, but in her soul. Yet, she had let the beauty of nature, and of the Coquette heal her. Yet she knew in her soul that this man could not be reasoned with, so she had to escape, before he did kill her.

Her small feet carried her with many quick steps to behind the man, she did not know how he had surpassed the sinking rose quartz steps the first time, but she was sure that they would be the doom of him this time. He was at the edge of the pagoda’s exit, his foot reaching out for the first step. Vana rushed him, moving swiftly, the green needle flashing brightly in the sun. The man pivoted on his foot, the inner edge of the other came around in a kick. Her feline instincts made her jump up high, her legs in a splits, and her hand that held the green needle held down. The foot passed under her, and she was almost upon it, but the man had used his bullet time maneuver to see that she was going to stab him with the needle and he quickly retracted his foot.

Vana’s needle connected with the soft rose wood, burying in deep. She quickly recoiled with a back flip, landing on the railing of the opposite side in a feline pose. “I am Vana Huine,” she whispered with malice, her mellow violet eyes sparking with anger and narrowing. A small wind blew through the terrace, and the soft petals of the pink willow wafted on the wind. A collection of the pink petals where entangled in her purple streaked golden hair, and across her creamy shoulders, trailing down into her cleavage. Still balanced as only a Coquette could be, she snapped open her fan and started to wave it around eloquently. “What is your business with me?”

OoC:Sorry it is taking me so long to reply I will try to get it done by at least tommorow. I will edit this once I am finished writing it. Done it is a little short though.

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“I was told to take something from you,” The scarred man said looking directing into the eloquent women’s eyes.

“What is it that you wish to take,” The women said swiftly as if trying to get Tantin to talk more.

“A green pin, then I must prick you with that pin,” Tantin said with a smile, thinking his task was an easy. Approaching the women walking directly over the small rushing stream, he grabbed the women’s wrist and attempted to relinquish a green pin off her. To his shock the women delivered a fierce kick in retaliation sending the man back splashing his foot into the blue waves.

“I am sorry I cannot allow you to do that,” Vana said sternly.

“I wasn’t asking,” Tantin expressed with great anger drawing he blade as he did so, ”I was not told to prick you alive.”

“Put your weapon dow…”But she was cut short having to jump over an attack by the enraged warrior. She leaped onto one of the rafters high above the pink petal littered ground. She was anger but you could not tell. Her creamy white face still had a perfect smile and her perfect body showed no signs of stress or annoyance. Taking a purple pin from her bracelet she began to twirl it around her fingers ready to strike.

She placed the pin between her index and middle finger gracefully. Extending her arm she shot the deadly weapon straight for the un-expecting Tantin. Spinning down with great speed the purple pin spiraled toward death, the death of its oblivious victim. Looking up the ugly man saw it spiraling at him. He may not have known the properties of the thing speeding towards him, but he training instincts told him to make sure he wasn’t hit. Bending backwards he was able to dodge the deadly strike.

The violet colored pin found itself dug into a simple rose. But as soon as the pin of death touched the rose it began to wither and die, much to Tantin’s surprise. A look of shock went over the silver haired man’s face as he looked at the female warrior who was now ground level and steadily approaching.

Vana’s feet pattered swiftly across the rose wood floor, hardly making a sound except a small thump like a index finger on a desktop. Her blond hair flew behind her, like a trailing war banner, and her slit pupils were widened dangerously with malice, the purple iris hardly a line. From her side, her mesh fan flapped crazily like a fin of some gold and steel fish, her strong nimble fingers grasping the hardwood handle loosely. Effortlessly and expertly, she tossed it in the air, executing a deft cyclone flip, and then caught it in front of her face. Her slit skirt flowed around her, it was as if she was in a stream of pink destructive energy, aiming it’s way toward Tantin.

From nowhere, a jagged dirk-like weapon materialized in his scarred hand, and his blue eye narrowed, the circular lens twisting to a pinpoint of darkness that reflected all the torture he had endured. Her twirled the long dagger in between his fingers, and then stopped it, the blade pointing down. The Coquette ran past him, and he slashed with the blade, a twisted grin on his gnarled lips. But the feline woman merely flicked the blade away with a bat of her mesh fan.

She bent down on one strong leg, the one the skirt split at. Her other leg came off the ground and rocketed forward, a kick aimed at the man’s marred face. He blocked it with the flat of his forearm, sending the leg back to the ground like a ricocheted arrow. But Vana was prepared for it, and she fluidly made it into a back flip-kick, hitting him square in the jaw. The light weight flew back, and crashed into the ornate railing. He glared at the calm seductress, his yellow eye gleamed with calm, while his blue one radiated malice, it was obvious to tell which one showed his emotions.

Tantin picked himself up again, and his other longer blade appeared in his hand. He twirled them once, and then rushed the cream skinned beauty. Both his sparkled in the pink light, the many scars and streaks of battle upon the blade melted away in the shadows of the filtered light. He was quick, damn quick. His blades hummed as they performed a scissor slice at the elegant Lady Huine. Her species specific reflexes barely kicked in, bending her body back as far and quick as she could. The top of her head bumped against the soft wooden floor.

She stabbed her fan up, and closed it around the blades, holding them still. She no-hand cart wheeled to the side, twisting the blades with her, as they where enmeshed in the gold and steel of the fan. Tantin was spun like a top sideways, landing on his side, grasp still holding firmly onto the hilts of his weapons. He twirled swiftly on the ground, kicking the legs out from under the Coquette. But, like all feline, she merely landed on her feet. More cautious now, she released the blades by opening her fan, and jumping backward to the near edge of the pagoda. Three purple pins materialized between her finger.

OoC: I gotta say you are an amazing writer your attention to detail puts me to shame.

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The women of the pagoda stood silently holding her deadly weapons between her perfectly crafted fingers. Faster then most humans could see she sent the pin of death hurling towards her victims. The first one landed where Tantin’s foot would have been if not for the scared mans amazing agility. Of course the first pin was merely a distraction and death laid in the other two. Speed almost as fast as the man could move he looked up to see two deadly weapons aimed for him and flying fast. As if by reaction time itself had stopped, his masterfully carved opponent would not know of this rift in time but he would be able to use it to his advantage.

Although his body was static he was able to move his eyes. Looking back down to the ground he saw a large stick laid no more then a few inches by his feet. This conveniently placed rod of wood would be able to help him. Not risking the chance of the needles reflecting of his sword and hitting him, when time started again he stomped quickly on the edge of the branch causing it to fly up and in front of him just as the needles of death had reached that point. The two needles dug deep into the light brown branch sucking the little life it had leaving it black and withered.

The women just let out a faint smile when she advanced her enemy. She walked forward and quickly parried and attacks from the scared man. Dropping down quickly yet gracefully she attempted a sweeping kick but Tantin noticed what she was going for and back flipped out of the attack. In retaliation Tantin counter attacked with a jumping spinning leg kick. The Coquette blocked with her forearm and Tantin spun back the other way onto his feet.

The silver haired man slicked quickly with his curved blade, then with jagged one. Both attacks where dodge but Tantin tried again onoes, dos, trios, after the third attack the women with flowing hair took control capturing his blade in between the gold and silver of her fan. The stranger attacked wildly with his other blade but the native calmly ducked and entangled the other blade as well. The strangely fast warrior jumped up on the females shoulders making her hand go up in the air with her fan. From there he back flipped off taking his lades with. Landing gracefully he brought his arms up ready to attack.

OOC: Im back!

Like the neck of a white swan, her arm was held aloft in the air. The very end of the fan handle grasped lightly between her elegant finger-pads, the rosy nails not touching the wood. She slowly brought it down in front of her, arching her extremity and then snapping it out suddenly, the fan closed. A zephyr rocketed through the pagoda, and the pink silk of her dress trail rose around her like an enchanted stream of liquid. It wavered and swirled, like an evanescent bubble, hiding her form at times, and then outlining her perfectly in the sea of pink. Like long tendrils of ink in water, her hair streamed out from her head, the purple and blond like an aura of majesty, violet eyes blazing with fierce power.

The movement of the dress had concealed the removal of even more of the deadly pins. She moved her arms flowingly, wavelike and fluid, brining the appendages together and separating them, turning her wrists and rolling her delicate hands around. This masked that she was placing pins in the mesh of the fan, this man was trying hard to kill her, but she would have to try harder to survive. Vana brought one leg above her head, and flipped over, landing upon her heel. Keeping the momentum, she gracefully moved toward the man at an alarming rate. He moved to the side, but the Coquette merely changed the rotation of her ankle a bit and she was following him again.

Un-expectantly, Tantin rushed the seductive cat-woman, his twin shimmering softly with in the soft pink light. Behind him, the gale his movement created drug the small pink petals in a cyclonic tail, and when he stopped to slash, the fragile membranes swept forward, silky soft on all exposed hair, getting caught like a fly in a web in Ms. Huine’s hair. Then the gust ended, and golden strands fell to the ground. The blades had not done any serious damage, but had cut off a substantial amount of the seductress’ hair.

Feline slits of black widened in horror, and faster than the man could avoid, a kick landed in his gut, sending him away from the deadly beauty. She then launched her self at Tantin, the gold and silver fan, with the deadly pins, pointed right at his chest.

OoC:YAY your back.

BiC:The deadly weapon pointed at the man’s chest. Breathing heavily his chest rose almost reaching his death, then it went down again furthering himself from the impending doom that was not too far away. Only as soon as his chest rose again time itself refrained from moving, with Tantin looking desperately for something to help him when time again became active. He saw a pink flower, a shimmering stream, and pedaled tree just begging its blossom, but nothing to help him. He had to think of a way out of his predicament.

[I] I need to get her off me. Every precious second I wait she gets closer and closer to killing me. I can only hold me time lock for so long, I can’t escape unless…[I] an idea passed threw his head. He only needed to fake an attack from one side and use the other side to strike the needles out of her hand. It was so simple, but at times of desperation the simplest thing is the hardest to do.

Tantin’s plan went into action, he brought up his right arm slow enough so it looked like he was trying to go unnoticed but fast enough so she would notice. The movement stirred her cat like eyes away from the mans chest to his hand if only for this split second he moved quick enough to knock her deadly weapon away. The cat woman grasped her hand in pain and Tantin swung his leg around for an odd kick, which had enough force to knock her off of the warrior of time.

Tantin nipped up to his feet in impressive fashion more to show the woman he still was in perfect condition then anything else. The perfect specimen of a woman took no notice as she gracefully bent over to pick up her fallen weapon. Even in the toughest of times her movements where like that of a goddess. The woman smiled peacefully at her enemy, then let out a fierce scowl as she readied another pin between her pale fingers.

OoC:Is it just me or does this battle have a dream like quality, And sorry for the shortness me Cj's are running low stupid english class.

OOC: Sorry to keep you waiting.. I hope you like it..

Twin black slits in a sea of mellow amethyst narrowed, the five stripes of velvet purple widening as the pupil grew smaller, and the iris grew larger. Deep in the black slashes, fire burned, anger and the instincts for survival raged in the soul of the one whom saw through such jewels. Although the smooth cream face portrayed only a scowl, (although as every look was one of beauty. and scowls are usually so ugly, it could be led to conclude that it was something much different. But for the sake of ease, let us say scowl, for the word for such a look at the time does not exist, and would merely be a jumble of adjectives.) and the way the enchanting body let out no emotion, you would think nothing of it. But if you looked into the eyes, the radiant and soothing purple eyes, you could see you were in for a ****-load of trouble. For a mere moment, the pupils remained slits, and then in a split second the slits became a sea of black, the pool of calm amethyst and velvet was now eclipsed, reduced to a thin halo.

A light zephyr lulled through the pagoda again, brilliant pink willow petals floating aimlessly like pink butterflies. The air was thick with them, and the glass smooth river was adorned with them, thousands of tiny primrose boats floating down stream without occupants. Some of these “butterflies”, like ones previously, lodged into the silken gold and lilac ringlets of the Lady Spy’s hair. While others, took place upon the silk of the shoulderless, rose dress. They streamed around the corset like top, and got lost in the tangle of the flowing bottom and its long train. The wind then stopped, silence enveloping the rose wood structure. The lush willow petals hovered in mid air, thin membrane catching the wind, and not letting it go.

In a straight line, pink petals withered. A gleam of flashing brilliance, and the trail of purple behind it. Like autumnal leaves, the petals became, brittle and brown, all life sucked from it, a tiny blast hole through some part. Like a chain of death, the path of wilted willow blossoms grew toward its goal, a marker of the path the needle had taken, spear of death pointing to the scarred man’s very heart. Steel flashed in answer, and the pin dropping to the floor could be heard, leaving a blackened spot where it landed. Instantaneously, the wind created by the weapon movement cut like a wide axe stroke through the hovering “butterflies”, scattering them away from the gust. Fragile pink membranes, and deadened brown husks of what was once beautiful whipped into Vana’s pale skin, stinging slightly, leaving a tinge of red.

Calmly, the woman lifted her chin, gold and lilac strands falling back more so away from the keen face. Full rosy lips puckered slightly, in seeming disapproval, rage glittering slightly more in the deep pools of black ringed by crystalline purple. Long ovular nail pinched a few strands of severed hair away from smooth shoulders, the arm moving slowly away from the body, until it was fully outstretched. Then slowly, the fingers opened, releasing the clump of carotene. The hairs slowly floated to the rose wood panels, ragged and forlorn, were it settled for a brief moment before becoming disturbed once again.

Lithe feet pounded across the wooden deck, fan closed and held over a slightly reddened head, while the other arm trailed behind, open and ready to chop, block or grab. Rose silk trailing like floating liquid in the Coquette’s furious wake. She vaulted forward into a handless cartwheel kick, Tantin just moved to the side, arms weaving a barrier of flesh around his head, Vana swept down with her closed fan, meeting steel, golden sparks jumping into air. The same time she tried to hook the man’s feet out from under him, but she met thin air. Even more angered, the female opened her fan with a quick snap, mesh of gold and steel firmly taut between the slats. Then unexpectedly, the woman threw the fan, a blur of orange rotating at a crazed speed. The man raised a hand disfigured by scars, but the sharpened mesh bit into his hand. It spiraled away from Tantin, splattering blood from its chainsaw like edge to stain the soft wood of the pagoda. It landed squarely in the soft pale white hand of the Coquette, who snapped it shut after displacing the blood from it. She raised a slightly arched brow, and then lunged forward without attacking. Snapping back quickly, the woman raised the leg with the slit on its side to rest the sole of her shoe on her other thigh. The hand that did not hold her mesh fan, spattered slightly with blood, and perfect pink nails gleaming softly with the wetness, went out in front of her, two fingers pointing toward the roof of the structure. The fan was once again at her side, but closed.

“So Mr. Tantin, have you begun to regret your taking of this job yet? As you can see, I am no ordinary woman,” Lady Huine called, her voice thick with malice but still soft. “I will tell you right now, this will be the biggest mistake you had ever made.”

OOC:Hello????

OoC: There now that didn't take that long.

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Tantin’s hand now drenched in blood cringed as the pain set in. A single red drop of blood fell from his injured hand. Drifting slowly to the ground, allowing the air to pick up its stench. The green blades of grass turned a soft red as the liquid hit them. The blood splattered small drops or red hit the most perfect of flower, making them that much more ominous. No longer pure, but drenched in the blood of he not from there time. Tantin’s used his good hand to rip a part of his tan tunic off. Wrapping it around his newly acquired wound. The tan sheet kept the blood from flowing, but itself was now stained forever with pain. “You think it is my choice to be here, I was sent her for reasons I don’t know. Until my mission is complete I can not leave.”

“You always have a choice to say other wise is foolish,”

“You do not know the situation I am in,”

“And you don’t know my life,”

“Regardless I am bound to my quest, you are stopping me from completing this. Stand down, and give me what I desire or perish,”

“Unfortunately for you I cannot,” Her voice glimpsed with sadness, she wanted to help the man, but one cannot help those who refuse to help themselves. Tantin grabbed the hilt of his blade, as the women approached. From this angle she looked not dangerous, her hair folded into small perfect curls, her body was as perfect as any man could hope for. Outside appearance only, she was an assassin, while Tantin did not know what made her the way she was, he had no longing to find out. As soon as Vana was in reach he drew his blade slicing at the same time. The jagged edges missed by a thread’s width, as Vana saw it coming. She backed up, causally watching the blade swing pass. She scowled her strange yet mesmerizing scowl again.

Transfixed for only a moment, Tantin swung again this time for the feet, trying to cut the legs out from under his opponent. The coquette danced gracefully over the blade without a second thought. Her feet landed lightly on the grass, not bending a single blade of grass in their wake. She smiled again this time not scowling, but sweet and innocent, something she hasn’t been in far to long. A glimpse of green was taken from her bracelet, and into her hand, careful not to prick herself.

Tantin took no notice to this, his mind was thinking of a way to best his opponent. In this way he was a great warrior but at the same time able to miss out on the little things. She was careful to time it right, her right hand jerked forward fan in hand, Tantin saw this, and took his attention solely on her supposed attack. His blade rose in defense, but as it did her other hand made a small but precise movement.

The light shown on the green pin right after it was too late. It tore threw the blood stained air and into the boot of the warrior of time. At first nothing, but a small pricking sensation, like someone was to step on a tack. Then his foot felt numb, his mind seemed to dull as the poison developed into his system. His body felt like shutting down. He knew what happened but was powerless to stop it. The only thing he could do was to keep moving if only to stay awake. The tide turned to the favor of silence.

Keen violet eyes watched from the edge of the pagoda, slit pupil wide in sadness. One cream colored hand gently closed the gold and steel mesh fan, the red stained hardwood resting gently in her hand. A light breeze swept her hair to the right, purple streaked gold on cream and rose. The man tried to keep moving, but his limbs became sluggish, but adamantly his eyes stayed open. He collapsed onto the rosewood planks, over the form of the cat goddess that was engraved there.

Vana jumped lightly from her position, walking slowly over to the man, pink silk dragging behind her. She knelt beside the man, putting one slight hand on his scarred face, her light pink ovular nails caressing his lips slightly. A look of pain was portrayed on her face, brows furrowed, pink lips quivering slightly. She turned her amethyst oculars on him, gold and purple hair falling down to frame her face, the ends resting on his chest. She slowly lowered her face to his, and kissed his mangled lips gently.

“You have a choice Tantin,” she whispered, as she took his swords away from him. A few willow blossoms floated in the air behind her and the sun started to set, dying the very air a hazy orange. The water bellow them trickled downstream, a few fish breaking the surface as they fought against the lazy current, brilliant silver bodies flashing in the filtered light. The Coquette rested the gleaming blades at her side, away from the man incase he could move, but she knew he could not.

“You can continue with this path of your, filling yourself with evil deeds. That path, leads to your death,” Her soft voice carrying through the thickening air, the scent of night, and aqua becoming heavy, laden with the sweetness of the pink blossoms. The first cricket chirped, and the wind died down, the many pink petals coming to a stand still, a few washing over and resting on the man under the beauty. Vana brushed one such petal off of Tantin’s eye, causing it to join a pile on the pale pinkish wood.

“Or, I can take all of this away. You can start anew, unmarred by your past. No longer having to kill. I can give you a new life,” she closed her lips, resting the soft pieces of flesh together, and lavender spheres filled with concern searched his eyes, waiting for his decision.

Silence in some circumstances can be the most defining thing you will ever hear. Not a bird did chirp or sing, the water seemed to slow; it seemed even the wind slowed waiting for the answer. With all his heart he wanted to be with her, he did not know why. He wanted to end his suffering be a peace at last, in her arms. No, he could not he was given a responsibility a chore, he could not stay. He had to fight, fight for what he believed in. Even if that meant sacrificing the peace he longed for. He mouth mad moments to speak, but no sound came out. He had made his decision, but he could not find the words to say it.

“Before I tell you my decision I need to tell you something,” He spoke for the first time in what seemed like ever.

“What is it,” Vana voice sounded like an angels.

“I was born into a world you couldn’t possible understand,” His voice spoke out wearily, “ I come from the future, and the past. I was born three thousand years from now, into captivity. I was beaten I was injured, I was hurt, I was brutalized till I became something I didn’t want to be, a bloodthirsty warrior. We where trained, in a way not suitable to be told. I was the best my mind knew nothing other then the pain of failure. Our mission was to take over the past to kill innocents. I couldn’t I refused I fought back; no one deserved what happened to me. I fought into the past. Far before this time…I think. I lived there for years to weak to fight, I was brought to this time and other times by someone I don’t know for training. You are only a test I must fight back I can’t let them die, I cant let others feel the pain I have been put through.”

The wind shock Tantin as he spoke, he words grew cold chilling him to the bone as he brought back memories…too many memories. The whole world seemed to darken as his voice rang through it telling a tale none would believe.

“Stay here, in this time those who are to die already would have,”

“No, I can’t they will still be hurt tortured I have seen it myself. I will complete my mission here then I have to leave, If time allows it I will be back if there is someone here to wait for me. Will there be someone here waiting?”