(My gods. You two have been busy lol. Nice additions ^.^
...*sweatdrop* I feel like a Mistress slave driver holding a whip over you guys. Now lets see if the hazy minded-ness of the sleep deprived can help with my writers block. Forgive me if this sucks...)
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In the mind, things are always as you wish them to be, but held underneath the skin, a truth governed by the universe. For an outsider, however, they see simply what you wish them to: truth or deceit. If Sera had had her way in the matter, the outsider would never have set foot within the boundaries of her most sacred resource. But seeing as the situation was, Sera was not of the will power to act on such authority initially hers. It was due to her ever-"faithful" constant companions that her secret world was not lost to a defiled curse long before.
You are within your own mind, Dragon-Holder, Kien spoke finally to the almost now frantic questions of the small woman. The manner in which Kien spoke, softly and almost bearing heart felt sympathy and concern, was entirely out of character for her.
However, I have pulled you across the border of my wielders mind so that we may speak with little waste to our energies.
The voice of Kien was disembodied, floating to the small woman from the surrounding darkness. Sera's mind was completely black to the outsider, save a small circle of light in the distance ahead of her; a place she knew she could not reach.
The light held within it the figure of a man. All though knelt down, it was plainly obvious he was tall and lanky. Sable locks flowed in waves down his back, barely sweeping the gray ground at his feet. He appeared to be concentrating extremely hard on what looked to be a lock of some kind, molded into a woven gate of ice. The hand touching the lock seemed to glow with a purplish aura and his jaw moved in the movement of reciting words.
He is attempting to free my wielder from the clutches of the Cursed Mark branded into her skin aback her neck. Kien answered the outsider's unspoken question to what she was seeing.
At the use of her innate powers, the mark grows stronger in it's hold upon my wielder; it continually sucks the very life from her soul.
The outsider looked slowly around the darkness before returning to settle her gaze once more upon the man. A silent question rang in the darkness.
It was a "gift" from a cruel Warlock--one of my former magick companions. When she was young, he took the life of her beloved siblings, only to curse her for his own use upon her return to the site of death. A silent remark rang again throughout the blackness.
I am sorry, Dragon-Holder, it is not a complete account of what occurred. Only my wielder will be able to reveal such. A shift in the silent question ringing in the darkness brought a smile to Kien's lips.
Who are we? Well now, if I told you that I'd have to kill you. Irritation rang throughout.
You are correct. I owe you that much.
My name is Kien the Blue, that man there is Rien the Purple. We were once two of the most powerful Mages known to knowledge, but then the Witch Queen was sired and a movement was sent into motion against us. All magickly inclined knew the greatness the Witch Queen had ahead of her, it was merely a matter of who would follow doting on her steps to teach and advise. No one had more to offer in the art of mortal magick than the two of us...except for a certain Warlock. Yes, he is the same as the aforementioned. He came upon us unawares, casting his specialty upon our bodies. He turned us into the very swords you saw before and bound our souls to the steel until one would mayhap upon us and touch our new flesh. He thought it a flawless plan, placing us out of the way of any mortal being, until this one came along. We entered an agreement: We would help hold back the mark placed upon her neck if she would help find a way to restore us to our physical form.
Once again a question rang among the blackness.
I ask your help, Dragon-Holder. Sera is dying and with her death, ours ensue soon after...
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Within the cave that offered shelter to the group asleep and unawares, Sera's eyes opened. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as they glazed over white. The entrance to the hollow was cut off by a sudden solid block of ice and the air within staled, the temperature dropping to barely tolerable as the fire was snuffed out from lack of air and the workings of ice magic.
Kien-- The mark! It's acting... it's trapped them within the cave.
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(Ok, this was offically not a fun addition to post. The moment I finished with it my internet shuts down. Yay, for emergency land line and data sticks!
Hope all that ^ was within your boundries Lil-sama. Hope it wasn't too hard to follow either. *sweatdrop* Off to sleepy land for me now.
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I simply suggested the swords doing what I think they should be doing... Oh, and you can go ahead and talk as Rosada, provided its predictable responses..... Again 
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