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The dragon's massive shadow passed over the palace as Phalan decended into the courtyard.

"Ellamiel!" he cried as his feet touched the flagstones, "I have found him, but he is not himself, he said something about being cold, and his swords are missing. What can I do?"

Lydia listed to Rystol with great interest as she told her about her family, its history and where they originated from. It sounded as if it was all filled with harmony and love for each other, in spite of more negative incidents. As Rystol finished her story she asked Lydia about her own family. Lydia smiled a bit and thought they ought to comment what Rystol had just told her as well.

"Not quite as extraordinary as yours if I may say so." she started and hesitated some before continuing. She knew very well that as an empress she needed to choose her words wisely, and she might as well start with that now.

"Well, my ancestors were all peasants and merchants, as my own family. Though I can mention that we are one of the few elvenfamilies with no other blood running in our veins. Some elves of this kind call themselves the high-elves, but at least my family has always preferred to regard at ourselves as equal to all other living beings. I was raised on a large farm in Narion, I must say my childhood was very happy. Two loving parents, friends to play with and fun duties to carry out on the farm, what more could one ask for?" Lydia explained and laughed a bit. She paused for a while and then continued.

"After I had finished my studies back at home, oh and those were art studies by the way, you know, painting and drawing, music and literature... Anyway, I decided that it would be only good for me if I got out to see the world a bit, so I've been wandering around in all four countries for a couple of years now. I have realized that all of my traveling has been of great value, I have learned so much about this world." she said.

Before Lydia had any time to continue her discussion with Rystol they were all interrupted by Phalan who had entered the courtyard with Meiou who seemed to be in a very bad state. Lydia regarded with worried eyes at the scenario not knowing what was going on.

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As Phalan entered the courtyard Ellamiel paid her full attention to him and Meiou who was carried by him. He rushed to her and asked for her advice. Strangely enough Ellamiel remained calm giving Phalan instructions.

"I cannot do anything but get the evil forces out of him for a while, but you Phalan, you can get them out of him for good." she said and touched the both lightly with her hands.

"Talk to him Phalan, bring him back to his rightful position beside his emperor. If he truly is your advisor his loyalty belongs to you, and you can bring him out of the darkness."

Kithe listened closely for any sounds of danger. She heard many sounds, all very pleasant. Once she even heard the sleepy hoot of an owl, waking for some odd reason.

She also listened to Alias's footsteps. They would tell her where to go, and if she followed them, she would not get lost. Well, if she did get lost, she would not be alone, anyways.

Phalan lay Meiou on the grass before the goddess.

"Meiou, Meiou can you hear me?" he asked urgency filling his voice.

Alias continued to walk on, she reached the beginning of the dark forest. She turned back and smiled at Kithe who seemed to be listening for something very closely.

"I'm at the beginning of the forest!" yelled Alias as she waved her hands in the air, trying to catch the attention of Kithe.

Alias saw Kithe walking slightly faster, she began to focus all of her attention on Kithe. However, she did not notice a small green vine slowly coiling around her foot, inching its way up her body.

Before she knew it, Alias was swung from her feet to her stomach and was being pulled quickly into the forest.

"Help me! Kithe!" yelled Alias as she dug her nails into the ground, hoping to sustain herself.

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[OOC: Ack. No inspiration at the moment.]

Kithe frowned, hearing something that didn't sound... natural. It was a slithering sort of sound, but not like a snakes because it was smooth, not scratchy.

'I'm at the begininning of the forest!' Kithe heard Alias yell. She nodded slightly, but was still concentrating on the noise.

A few seconds later, Alias called to her once again. Only this time it was not a friendly tone, calling out to tell Kithe where she was. This time it was a frightened, panicked tone. 'Help me! Kithe!'

Kithe grimaced, tightening her grip on her staff, and swinging it out lightly in front of her. "Alias! Where are you? I can't see you! Of all the times to send Screal away!"

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As the two continued on, Screal followed silently. Near the end of the forest--or the beginning, depending on where you were--he felt Kithe. She was panicking, for some unknown reason.

Screeching loudly, he swerved. The Empress of Narion and her Advisor would make it safely to the Castle once more. And right now, his mistress needed his help.

Alias violently was pulled through the forest, tiny rocks and twigs scratching her body. A small rock with a pointed jagged end scraped her cheek, envoking blood to slowly drip out.
"Kithe! Help me!" yelled Alias as she tried to grab onto a tree root but the force pulling her was to strong, she was too weak.

Alias was forced to let go of the root and began to swirve throughout the forest uncontrollably.

Screal shrieked as he sighted Kithe, and dove down, sending an image of the surrounding areas around her. She nodded, now seeing where Alias was. Firming herself, she brought her staff up and...

THWACK! She wacked the vine with such force that her staff almost broke.

The vine quickly shrivelled and broke off, leaving Alias injured on the ground. Alias herself was badly bruised, cuts and scraps were forming everywhere on her body. Someone would have to come for Alias if she was to have medical attention.

Alias tried to force her head up to see if Kithe was near her, she smiled once she had caught sight of Kithe but quickly fainted.

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[OOC: Don't move her from the forest or back to the castle. I have a little thing planned...]

Kithe breathed out in relief, and held out her hand for Screal to land. "Thank you, friend. You have helped save the life of our Empress."

She paused, looking down at Alias. She didn't say a word, just waited for something to happen.

"Who summoned us here? Ellia-something?" Lar asked when they were inside the palace. He flew about a large round room, admiring pieces of tapestry and architecture. The room was made of marble that was a creamy color and white curtains covered each of the ten windows that gave a wonderful view of a beautiful lake.

Ellamiel looked at Meiou who was lying on the ground with Phalan standing right by him. Suddenly a small growl was heard, as if it came from inside Meiou.

"Oh I see..." Ellamiel muttered and walked up to Meiou.

"Phalan, Meiou has not been taken over by Mandora, just one of her minions." she explained and looked at Meiou with curious eyes.

"It has created an illusion inside Meiou trying to bring him over to its own side, as it has no powers to do it just like that. You need to get Meiou to realize this, then he will return to you." she told Phalan.

"Tada tehe," whispered a small voice in the distance, it was that of an old man.

He walked along the forest path with his red hat on, covering his beige forehead. His white beard flowed from his mustached to the very tip of his chin. He wore a small murky blue jacket with a brown belt tied around his waist. It only bore one buckle. His pants were very small and reached only halfway down his leg (past the knee). He carried a small brown pipe with a golden strip painted around it, he smoked that pipe and smiled as he walked through the forest.

While walking, the little old man suddenly stopped and looked up, "What is this? Someone is hurt? It must be Vira's doing,"

The little man cut through the forest path and brushed against the leaves, dropping some to the forest floor. He ran until he caught sight of two young females, one on the floor and one standing.

"What is going on here?" he asked, bringing his small pipe to his mouth.

Kithe examined the man with the help of Screal. Screal gave a small chirrup, unsure of what to think of the man. Kithe once again grasped her staff firmly, and made sure it was in plain sight. One never could be too careful.

"She was attacked by some sort of vine. I have never seen anything like it before." Kithe said. She would not let the man know she was blind, and as long as Screal was there he could send images to her.