Demise: Demise estate

[Cebreese]

Cebreese stood there watching Honor, when he saw her eyes seem to become distant as her guard dropped momentarily. He was about to strike, when he heard a strange noise behind him, a cough followed by a loud clang upon the stones. Cebreese turned to see the form laying upon the stones behind him, a smile crept over his face. He quickly moved over to the form standing over it's head, looking down to the eyes in the mask. He kept a close vigil on Honor, for he wouldn't allow himself to be left open while dealing with this other threat.

" Ahh Vincent Blackthorne, I see somehow you have freed yourself from the prison I placed you in. Well your freedom shall be short lived, for with this halbred I will deliver your death. It's a shame you have to die like this, I'm not sure why you can't move, but I will take advantage of it while I can."

Cebreese would stab his halbred into Vincent's side first to make sure his prey was not toying with him. Seeing the blood and pain cross over Vincent's face, he knew that something had imobilize the Blackthorne. Whatever it was, it had not got him, he looked around the battlefield with his left eye seeing the swirling red dust that was sweeping over it. Whatever that dust was, it must be the cause of this, Cebreese would have to be careful for he did not want to be like Vincent here. Cebreese raised the halbred slowly over his head as he spoke to Honor Demise.

" Now watch as I kill Vincent, for after I'm done with him, I shall finish what I've started with you!"

An evil smile crept over Cebreese's lips as braced himself and with sadistic glee he brought the halbred slicing down towards Vincent's chest.

[Sigonus Erewyn]

Sigonus watched Tempest from time to time, while he chatted with Lucan, making sure he was okay. The boy seemed fine thanks to Gaia that he didn't have any knowledge of the events after his capture. Sigonus would do his best to help guard the boy until they returned him to his mother. First and foremost however, Sigonus needed some healing if he was going to be any use in this battle. Sigonus looked out on the battlefield of Demise as they soared over it, heading to the city. It was awful, he could barely tell friend from foe in this conflict, both sides were well engaged. When Einar and Raven both left the ship, Sigonus disembarked from the ship waiting next to it, for Lucan and the others to get off. He was glad to be back in Velusia, even if it was during a massive battle. Being back home made him feel slightly safe, safe enough that he didn't worry about being possessed.

Sigonus looked to the skies seeing the storm raging, he was suddenly glad that he was on the ground. The airship had made it through the storm, but could it handle another go?

[Longinus]

Longinus turned and helped Tempest up and escorted her off the ship, after all he didn't want her causing trouble. He looked up to the sky to see where Raven had gone. Seeing the dragon over head, he sighed, he hoped she would remain safe. After everything that had happened Longinus didn't want to lose another person he cared for. Longinus didn't want to just stand by and not take part in the battle. However he had to make sure Tempest didn't cause them further problems. Longinus had once been a leader of an army back home, here he was just a lone warrior. He felt a bit out of place here, the war raged on around the city and he knew neither side would take him with open arms.

Longinus asked some of the guards of Demise if they had a prison. Which they could keep Tempest in until they could figure out what to do with her. Longinus would serve the Blackthorne family to pay for the crime he had done against their family.

" We should make sure the Lucan is kept safe, the battle is no place for a child." Longinus looked to Sigonus, the elf had been injured greatly and was in need of healing. Longinus also could use a little healing himself, but he was more concerned about keeping Lucan safe and making sure Tempest didn't get out of hand.

[Vahn Demise]

Vahn stepped off the ship and kept close to Lucan, this was his land, his home. These Darkthornes dared to attack his home, the sanctuary of his birth. As Vahn's feet touched the grounds of Demise he felt strength run through him. Vahn looked about searching for his sister, he needed to find her once he brought Lucan back to Reinne. His service was done, he had rescued Lucan and now he expected Reinne to keep her part of the baragin.

" Darkthorne dares to attack the lands which I call home, they think they can take Demise."

" Lord Vahn, Lord Vahn!" Vahn turned to see his man servent Sidius come running towards him. The man had blood splattered across his form, in the shadows behind Sidius was a form. Vahn looked past Sidius to the form which now emerged from the shadows. The reptilian form looked upon Vahn with recognition, he remembered Vahn now. It's form was covered in blood as well, a curved sword was within it's right hand.

" Lord Vahn this creature has come to help defend Demise, it claims to serve you. I have been doing my best to help defend the city in your absence, I'm glad you've returned.."

Vahn patted Sidius on the shoulder and walked past him to the lizardman and smiled. " So you remember me now, I wondered when you would remember, I thank you for protecting my home while I was away...both of you. It shows me that your loyalty lies with me, I am warmed by your deeds. Now let us combine forces and deliver Lucan to his mother, then find my sister so I can aid her in protecting our home. We will push back the threat of Darkthorne and I will not rest until they are all dead this time."

Vahn walked off with Lucan heading in the direction that Sidius said he last saw Reinne. He also instructed Longinus on where to place Tempest, there was a jail not far from the ship. She could be placed within a cell there until the battle was over and they could better deal with her.

[Ion Darkthorne]

After seeing everyone get off the ship, Ion stepped upon the raising mechanisim, causing the ship to start to rise. He turned the wheel to the right making the ship turn as he placed his foot on the direction mechanisim. The ship sailled off up into the air heading towards the direction of the " Infernus " where he knew his destiny awaited. His ship didn't have any powerful guns, nor could he really do much without a crew to man the guns. The only cannon he could man was the one at the head of the ship. It had one shot which he knew wouldn't do much against the well armored ship. The " Infernus " also out gunned him with it's seventy-two guns and full crew. His ship's armor was light to allow it to move with speed.

It was a losing battle for him, but the " Infernus " had a pay load of bombs which it would no doubt let lose on either the army of Velusia, or the city of Demise. Ion was faced with one option, if he rammed the ship with sufficent force, he could set off the bombs and destroy the ship. Though by doing so he might end his own life in the process, but it would kill the Darkthornes on board. He also had helped design the " Infernus " so he knew it had a magical cannon which could hurt be a destructive force if used properly. He knew the ship well, it's only weakness was the rear, the ship was designed to be well armored at it's front and sides, but the cabin had to be placed at the back of the ship. Because of the cabin's design it slightly weakened the back of the ship.

With his ship the " Eclipse " he could out run the larger ship's guns, not too mention his ship was smaller. Less for them to aim at, that is if he stayed still long enough for them to aim. His ships cannons would not dent the back of the " Infernus " he had one option. He closed his eyes and said, " Thanks Einar for helping me find my path back..." he stepped upon the ship's pedals and cruised past the " Infernus " and spun the ship around facing the back of the Infernus. He said a simple prayer to Gaia, hoping she heard his pleas as he guided his ship directly at the back of the Infernus. He braced himself for the impact that would come when the two ships met. " I will not die without honor!" he fired the only gun he could at the ship hoping to weaken it slightly enough for the impact to come.

[Honor Demise]

Honor blinked in disbelief and replied automatically, "Oh no you don't!"

This poor soul in the heavy mask could not be Vincent. Could Cebreese have actually been the caused Vincent's disappearance? The rain around them started to fall on them at the base of wall. A massive thunderclap echoed all over the city as lightning danced acrossed the darkening skies. The red dust floated mingling with the downpour.

In the same heartbeat she released the strap holding her whip and in one fluid motion she wrapped  the lash around the shaft changing the trajectory of the blade away from the prone man and pulled, snapping it back to her jerking Cebreese and herself closer together as she swiveled to the side defensively. She pulled again releasing the whip from Cebreese's weapon.

Her delicate features harden as she raised her chin a fraction, staring defiantly in Cebreese's eyes.  She controlled the urge to throttle him with her bare hands.  She snapped angrily, "You lie, Cebreese! That man is not Vincent Blackthorne. Vincent is dead." She was in state of denile although she knew in her heart of hearts that Vincent was certainly not dead.

[Einar Blackthorne]

The breeze blew locks of pale blonde behind the Knight as Einar stalked through the streets of Demise, heading towards the frontlines of the battle. The Warrior moved with purpose, his grey eyes locked upon the main gates in which the Darkthorne Army was laying siege. Reinne was there, fighting against the odds ... Gauntlets moaned as fists grew tight, the hilt of Fenrir pulsing as the Warrior readied himself for battle once more. He would not allow harm to come to Reinne, would not allow the Darkthornes to destroy everything Einar cared for and loved. Beast or no, the White Wolf would protect what was his ... even in death, if it came to it.

In moments, the Warrior found himself striding up the steps leading to the battlements of the gate, taking the steps two at a time ... The Queen was close, Einar could feel it. The amulet around his neck pulsed as he grew more and more near, aiding the Knight in finding his charge. Her safety was his duty, his life's honor ... and he would not fail in that. Einar stepped onto the battlements, eyes catching sight of the vicious battle waging all about the wall. And, as he did, he could feel the black veins of rage and malice begin to etch across his pale flesh. He would not allow the Darkthornes to take all he loved away.

Eyes - now becoming silver - flashed to the side, and in once fluid motion Fenrir was unleashed, the steel slicing through the air from it's back-scabbard and into the flesh of a Pure-Form Darkthorne. Jaw opened, a small amount of blood spraying outwards as canines extended even while the White Wolf howled in rage. " ... AAAAAAAARGH!" The Knight's battle cry rang out, slick with primal fury even as Fenrir cleaved the Darkthorne in true, slicing across the creature's breast and slicing him in two. Those silver eyes widened, then, incensed as Einar gazed upon his dead prey. The Warrior then turned, looking about wildly for the next Darkthorne to scale the wall. Fenrir was ready, forever ready ...

T'was then that Einar caught sight of Reinne, some distance away. And in that moment, the Warrior knew shame. Shame for the monster he had become, for the monster he was, and forever would be. And shame for the feelings he felt towards his Queen and Friend. A beastial growl erupted from the White Wolf's throat as his face curled in a snarl ... Now was not the time, not the time. Silve eyes then caught sight of the 'Eclipse', slicing through the heavens even as rain began to pour down, the gods weeping 'pon the carnage wrought by man ... In that moment, Einar realized what Ion intended to do. Digits drew in, and the White Wolf found himself crying out to the skies - to the 'Eclipse', " ... ION!!!" And then, the Knight's armoured elbow swung backwards, steel sinking into flesh and crushing the bones beneath - another Darkthorne infiltrator. Einar roared in fury, and Fenrir sliced once more, chopping downwards at the top of the creature's skull.

Einar knew Ion's life would be lost, and the White Wolf found himself envious of the Grey Wolf for a moment. Ion would find peace in death, a peace the White Wolf could not allow himself to taste. Not yet. Einar was the monster whom slayed monsters, and he forever would be. Such was his lot in life ... and so, as pain and anger raged within his breast, Einar turned to the wall, gazing upon the Darkthornes as they scaled their ladders, rising to the battlements of Demise. And Einar began to kill. And kill. And kill.

[Magnus Darkthorne]

The column of Lycals, headed by the Thane of the North, raged into battle - howls and battle cries ripped through the cacophony of war as warhammers, axes and swords sliced through the flesh of the Velusian lines. Silver eyes gleamed, incensed by the spilt blood of the fallen, death all around them ... Claws slashed and tore, ripping apart whatever Velusian soldiers dared stand before the mighty Northern Clan. Yet, none of the Thane's clan were as ferocious in battle as Magnus himself. The mighty Thane's hammer rising and falling with relentless strength and undying fury. Rage coursed through the form of the Thane, a bloodlust insatiable gripping the Lycal's heart. Never could he quench the thirst for blood, never could he be full of death and suffering ... never could the Thane of the North be satisfied. Not until every last Blackthorne whelp lay dead!

Blood dripped from hammer and claws, armour and maw ... The savage Thane a master of battle and war. Countless foes fell before the mighty Thane, all the wounds dealt to the massive Darkthorne seeming not to pain the warrior, but rather, spurn the Thane on to slay more. Ecstasy coursed through the Magnus' veins as he howled out into the heated air of battle, the battle cries leaving that ferocious maw becoming a vicious battle hymn, spurring his Beasts on.

Tireless and uncanny were the movements of the Thane of the North, his hammer moving through the battle like quicksilver, his lust of carnage relentless ... and then, then those siver eyes rose to the battlements of Demise. Rose to them, and witnessed the sight of the White Wolf. Einar the Betrayer ... Einar, the Thane's son. Ah, if nothing were sweeter! Magnus began to fight through the fray, charging through the haze of battle towards the walls of Demise - his howling warriors following their Cheiftain, cleaving all in their path. Oh, the hatred and rage Magnus felt for his bastard son! The whelp that turned away from his destiny! The shame Einar had brought to the Thane was unforgivable, the disgust and revile Magnus felt for the Betrayer legendary. All who knew of the Thane of the North knew of the Betrayer ... and all knew that Magnus would never rest until the stain of cowardice that was his son, was purged.

And now it was time. Now, after all these years of hatred towards the Betrayer, Magnus had his chance ... Einar was a fool to show his face before an army of Darkthorne, most especially an army in which Magnus fought in. The Thane of the North would have his vengeance, would pay the iron price to cleanse his name of Einar's disgace. The Thane of the North would break his child in two.

[Othium Darkthorne]

Othium had become distracted by the pleasent sound of the cannons roaring as they fired upon the dragons which swarmed around the ship. Their fire couldn't harm his vessel, yet they continued and fell one by one. The dragons flew off to find easier prey in the other ranks of Darkthorne's air force. Othium smiled with warm delight when suddenly he heard a sound, turning he found his second in command laying dead. The soldier had two arrows within his head, Othium looked over the rails carefully and spotted Reinne with her bow. He leaned back and laughed, how daring she was to challenge him, Othium turned to his new second in command.

" We'll release the explosives upon the Velusian troops and Demise starting with right there." He pointed down to the top of Reinne's head as she engaged a Darkthorne soldier. The new second in command smiled, for they would be winning with this action, yet they would be killing off their own troops in the process. It was a truly demented and evil plan one worthy of a Darkthorne's effort. Their ship was currently over the main host of Darkthorne a position held only for the most important parts of their battle plan. A sudden impact rocked the ship, Othium turned and looked to his crew which were scattering towards the back of the ship. Othium wondered what the devil had happened, no one would be foolish enough to engage their ship, it out numbered in cannons all ships currently in the air. Who would be so foolish to test their fate by.....Othium smiled as he recognized the vessel.

It was his former captain Ion, how proper that the one who taught Othium and built the Infernus, would be killed by them both. Othium began to order his crew to start turning the ship and prepare to fire, when Ion did something unexpected. The Eclipse began to come full speed at the Infernus, Othium's eyes went wide as knew there would not be enough time to turn the ship. From his back came long silver wings, he launched himself off the ship just in time to come down on Ion's ship at the moment of impact. He wanted to grasp Ion right off the decks of his vessel, take him up into the air and drop him like a stone. The fool had cost him glory and his life, for the explosives would rain down on the Darkthorne troops. It would greatly weaken their army and all because of Ion's actions, no he would not let the warrior die with honor.

He would make him suffer an eternity, his hands stretched out towards Ion's armor. Like an eagle swooping down for it's prey he came at Ion with deadly speed and intent. " You fool, why couldn't you have stayed exiled in the desert with all the other insects!"

[Ion Darkthorne]

Ion thought on the life he had lost due to the Darkthornes, his childre, his wife, everything. At one time all he wanted to do was fight for the peace of Velusia. And once that peace had been won, he would retire to become a simple hunter and farmer. These hands that had become stained with blood, digging in the earth planting crops. Instead of destroying something they would be creating something. The memory of that dream had kept him alive for so long, it was but a dream. His destiny had been bound to the cruel fate of the warrior, he would know peace only in death. As the ship impacted the Infernus, he could hear the explosives starting to go off, the crew on board screaming in terror. He spoke softly to the Eclipse, " It's time for us old dogs to lay and rest in peace girl..."

As Ion looked up he saw the form of Othium coming directly at him, he began to draw the Lunar Scar. The blade fell to the deck of the ship as Othium's hands slammed into him, grasping his armor and pulling him from the deck of his ship. He looked back just in time to see both vessels become wreckage as the explosion tore through them both. Fire and debri rained down from the sky onto the host of Darkthorne as some of the explosives detonated still. Ion reached up and grasped Othium's arms trying to pull himself free. He had wanted to die with the dignity left to him and instead he was taken from his martyr's cause.

" I did what needed to be done, the Darkthornes are lost in their taint, they have become a plague to the peace I once fought for. There was once a chance for you too Othium, there may still be, if I can change even you can."

So this is where it would end, at the hands of his former first mate, he would no doubt be dropped to plunge to the earth, to his death. He didn't fear death, if his death gave strength to those who fought for peace then he would take his own life gladly. " What now Othium, I am defenseless, you can kill me easily, is that what Darkthorne taught you, I know I taught you better then that. A warrior should at least be given a chance to change his fate in honorable battle."

[Othium Darkthorne]

Ion spoke of things that no longer mattered to Othium, honor, there was no such thing.

" You speak as though you are still my captain, but you lost that rank long ago. As for honor and death, there is no such thing as honor, but death, that is something very real. Something you will beg for after I am done with you, there is no saving me Ion. I am not as weak as you, I do not need you to help redeem my soul. I am content just as I am, if I needed your help I would just as soon take my own life."

Othium soared high up above the storm into the clouds above, where the battle was just a memory. He flew there still grasping Ion's breast plate as he thought over just what he should curse the man with.

" I think I will curse you Ion, curse you to be the wolf you are, without control over your actions. Yes I think I would like to see you slay innocent and guilty alike just to feed your hunger. For by doing that you shall fall back into the darkness of the Darkthornes and become nothing more then a slave. A beast that will merely be dragged out to slay whomever I so see fit. How does that make you feel Ion, do you fear having no control over you actions, over you fate? I know what you fear most Ion and it's not death, it's dying as a villain, dying with the blood of innocents staining your hands. Hands that once killed so many in the name of Velusia and yet fight for restraint for the cause of Darkthorne. It's because you know that to fight for Darkthorne is to kill the innocents you once protected with your life."

" Becoming the devil you fear so much, the devil that has haunted you for so long. It's time you came back to us Ion, not as a fellow peer, but as a slave to it's masters."

Othium let one hand go of Ion's breastplate, having to pry his hand from Ion's grasp. His left hand raised up over his head as he began to summon forth the curse that would turn Ion into the Grey Wolfe forever. His Icuran armor glinted in the light of the sun as it began to sink down in the clouds.

" You shall know fear again Ion, fear of being a slave for the rest of your days."

A black distorting glow shimmered about Othium's hand as he began to reach back towards Ion's form. " Welcome to slavery.."

[Ion Darkthorne]

Ion listened to Othium as his heart began to pulse with fear at what Othium promised. If Ion could not control himself while in his lycal form he would be nothing more then a beast. Killing anyone that came into his path for the mere sake of slaughter and hunger. Ion's eyes reflected back the fear of such a fate, it was far worse then death. A fate he had been fearing for so many years now, he had to do something. Ion began to think of something while Othium continued to speak, his words becoming distant now. Ion had never used magic before, but he knew it was in his veins somewhere. All Blackthornes could summon forth the powers of the druid, though it required training. Ion had no training in magic, only the way of the sword and battle, but now he needed more.

Ion let go Othium's hand as he wrenched it free to bestow the curse upon him. At this point he hung there by one of Othium's hands, Ion's right hand was now free, he reached to his belt and felt around. His  hands found the hilt of his ceremonial dagger, yes!.. With it he could erase Othium's memories, defend himself, but what would he do after freeing himself? Ion began to think back at what point he wanted to erase Othium's memory to. Back to the young man who had been charged with serving Ion aboard his ship to learn the ways of naval battle. When Ion had continued to teach Othium of honor and the ways of battle. He had tried then to sway Othium from the Darkthorne's shadow and had almost won. Maybe there was a chance left for Othium after all.

Yet by doing so he would be dooming himself to death, a death that he knew would be painful. Death was better then slavery though, because his death would be Othium's redemption. He would sacrifice his own life just to give Othium a chance to start over. The real reason he was exiled was because of his attempt to sway Darkthornes away from the darkness within. If he were to be alone in Belgada, then he would make himself a new family of misfits like himself. That is what he had thought at first, until he realized that some of them could actually be saved. That was before he had been cursed yet again by the she-wolf. Back before he had fully thought himself a Darkthorne, now he would give the chance Einar gave him, to Othium.

He pulled the dagger free of it's sheathed and stabbed it at a gap in Othium's armor. Othium's hand was coming closer to Ion just as he plunged the dagger towards the angel.

[Othium Darkthorne]

Othium looked to Ion with an evil smile upon his face as his hand came closer to Ion's neck. He wasn't aware of Ion having found his ceremonial dagger, nor of him unsheathing it. Othium was just about to laugh at the warrior's fate when a sharp pain came to his side. Memories flashed before his eyes, his mouth opened in both awe and shock. It was as though he were watching his life flash before him in reverse. All the way back to the day he first set out to become a warrior himself. His grip on Ion's breatplate slackened as the play of his life unfolded before him. His eyes went white as he head went back and he let out a angelic scream of pain. Electricity shot off his form as his reality began to distort within his mind.

His hand slowly released Ion's breastplate, letting the warrior free fall towards his death. His hands went down to the dagger which was still draining the memories from his mind. His hands gripped it, but it was slick with blood, desperately he clawed at it trying to pull it free. Screaming madly as his mind was becoming void of all thought and memory. Finally the dagger slid free and fell down towards the clouds below. He began to fall now as his wings stop flapping. He fell slack towards the earth, his mind slowly began to awaken trying to remember who and what he was. He knew enough about himself to know he had wings, that he was alive, and he had some goal.

The wound slowly began to heal as the angel fell from the sky towards the battlefield below. What was that thing which shined so brightly above the clouds? His mind seemed to be obsessed with the memory and the warmth of that object. The demonic shadow appeared near him sensing it's master's plight.

" Master! Master! you must snap out of it, you plunge to fast towards the earth below. If you do not do something soon you shall be slain by your own descent!"

Othium looked towards the demon and said, " who are you?...who am I?"

The demon looked upon Othium with disbelief, had his master become ill? The demon realized however, this might be his chance to win his freedom from the angel. How could he though, for he needed Othium to tell him that he was free of his service. With Othium in his current state he wouldn't even know what the demon spoke of if he told him. The demon decided to grant Othium some memory, however he would alter that memory to benifit himself. He touched Othium's head and gave him knowledge of his name and what he was, leaving out everything about Darkthorne. For if Othium became a full fledged Darkthorne again he wouldn't let the service of a demon go so easily.

He then aided the memory of the demon being trapped and that Othium was going to release him before he was struck by lightning within the sky.

Othium looked to the demon seeming to take in the altered memory as he spoke the words, " you are released from your service."

The demon laughed as it began to fade away, just then Othium spotted the form of Ion descending below him. He folded his wings and descended at a faster rate coming up behind Ion and grasping his shoulders. The man's weight almost threatened to pull both of them down still, as Othium spread his wings to slow them more. " I have no idea who you are, or whats really going on, but I need answers and you shall give them to me." Othium wasn't able to fully stop their descent, though he took much of the momentum away. Nearly sixteen feet from the ground they stopped and Othium's wing went back behind him. They both fell to the ground amid the wreckage of the two ships and the roaring and screaming Darkthornes below. Othium's head hit a cannon ball as they hit the ground, darkness washed over him as his form became limp.

[Cebreese]

Cebreese laughed madly, just as Honor spoke and the whip found his halbred pulling him forward. The blade of his halbred scrapped across the stones of the battlements as he was pulled forward. As the red dust washed over him, he felt the same weakness that Vincent felt. Cebreese was a fully fledged thorne however his strength refused to leave him. The more and more the rain pelted him the more he felt his strength slowly begining to leave him. Cebreese slung his wet, white hair over his shoulder and lowered the halbred to a defenisve position. He growled at Honor, just before he realized something about the connection between her and Vincent.

" Ha! I see it now, Vincent you dog, you never told me you had such a beautiful creature as this for a lover. If you had I would have come to Demise long ago to end her life and strengthen your suffering. Strange during my search of his mind I found something which I could not break through, something hidden by a strong emotion. At first I thought it hate, but now I realize my misunderstanding of it. Love and hate both share the same thin thread which registers the same on certain levels. What I thought was hate, was really love.." Cebreese spat at the word " Vincent's love for you kept me from discovering you sooner. I never thought love could be such a strong force..it weakens those whose hearts it infects."

Cebreese jerked his head to the side, slowly three of his men began to move up the battlements just behind Honor and Vincent. With this strange weakness washing over him, he would need help in defeating these two. It was a shame, he wanted to kill them both with his own bare hands. His shoulders sunk becoming heavy as the magic strength of his blood left him and his strength become that of a mortal. The halbred suddenly felt heavy, he knew now why such weapons were cumbersome for mortals in battle.

" So the lovers have been reunited, I'm sorry that this reunion must be cut short. You see theres others here that are need of my halbred's blade to deliver them quick and painless deaths."

The three men took aim with their crossbows at both Vincent and Honor. Cebreese smiled to Honor as she stood in front of him, his dark eyes did nothing to betray the deceit he had planned.

Cebreese held no allies on this battlefield, but he also would not let those who stood in his way go about freely. He would destroy both clans, both lands, and in their destruction perhaps find the answers he sought from life. He had no destiny, Vincent's visions showed him that, showed him that he was nothing more then a pawn of fate, to be called on when fate needed him to turn the wheels of someone else's destiny. Cebreese's mind began to calculate now, was he playing a part in fate's plans right now? Was he secretly being played by fate at this very moment, the idea of not knowing brought a slight twinge of fear to his heart of hearts.

He jerked his halbred to order his men to fire upon the lovers and end their lives.

[Ion Darkthorne]

Ion felt Othium's grip on his breastplate losen and as Othium's eyes went white, he began to fall. He let the dagger go at that moment realizing that as long as it was stabbed into Othium it would continue to drain his memory. Ion realized his mistake only moments too late as his form went falling through the clouds. Rain fell against his form from the opposite direction as his speed began to pick up. He failed his arms about as he opened his mouth and let out one last cry towards the earth below. " AHahhhhhhhh!" his form went forwards as he raised a hand up to stop the rain from beating his face. His eyes veiwed the ground which was coming at a speed which even he feared.

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen or the speed of his fall, but whatever the reason, Ion's world became darkness.  He wasn't aware of the hands which grasped his shoulders and the voice speaking towards him. The voice of someone who had just lost all memory of their life in one single action. Ion's form was heavy for his momentum had built while he fell. When Othium attempted to stop him, it was almost like the undertow of the ocean, it threatened to suck both of them down. Down towards the battlefield below where death would greet them both. Their direction changed as they glided towards the wreckage of the ships. Othium had stopped what he could of Ion's momentum, but still they fell.

As Othium fell to hit his head and go unconscious, Ion's form fell propped up against what once was the deck of a ship. His arms laid out beside him and his head cocked sideways. The two foes lay there unconscious and unaware of the battle that waged around them.