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Her magic faltered, not even a spark....

"I see..." Kantu disappereared into the darkness. In the darkness Shea could her Praxis's voice whispering to himself.

"She doesn't know what's happening to her...."

"We have to go through with the plan there is no alternative."

"The plan's been compramised going thorugh with it will destroy us and her...."

Shea growled in an aggrivated way. She then heard Praxis's voice muttering. It was dark... hard to pin point where it was coming from since it was bouncing off the stone walls slightly.

She walked around in a circle, trying to find him until she almost tripped over him. She knelt down next to him. She looked around for that other voice.

"Praxis..." she said softly, one of her hands landing on his shoulder.

The face looked like Praxis but his face was somewhat different. His eyes were Blue and his Hair was Blond, and there was less of a menacing look in his face.

He turned around suprised to see her.....

"Clever girl, now I must be quick do you know what's happening?"

Her head moved back slightly, surprised to see the changes. She shook her head, crimson and black streaked hair falling over her shoulder. She was kneeling on the ground in such a way that the robe opened up to reveal more of her long beautiful legs.

"I don't understand whats happening... What's happening Praxis... What's happened to you?" It was unlike her to be so questioning, with almost a caring sound in her voice...

"What's happening to me is not important right now...."
"As we speak your life force is being drained...your power...your memories are being joined with mine. Given your power, this will start a rather cataclysmic chain reaction and Death seeks to capitalize on this."

No wonder she felt so tired. It just wasn't because she was feeling all these deaths. "How do we stop it?" she asked hurridly. "I need to stop it."

"I must apologize but I have to ask you to be patient... As real as it feels, everything happening now is in your head...an effect of the joining process. You are going to expirience thousands of deaths.. fortunetly only the last one is real....but I intend to interrupt the process before the last one occurs...

"I don't like this," she said. "I don't want to die a thousand times and I don't want to die for real!" She growled and lowered her head in thought. "My father has to know about this... He'll stop it..."

Another voice echoed in the darkness, "Your father!" The other, Blond Praxis yelled out "It's YOU!" It was another Praxis, except this one had Black Hair and Black Irises. "Please my Dear what can your father do! Go ahead call out for him. He can't hear you inside here! One second of time in the real world is enternity inside your head!" By the time he instatiates into the real world you'll be dead and either you'll belong to me or you'll be condemed to hell! And there you'll die much more than a thousand times!

Shea growled and slammed her hands flat on the ground. "Let me out of here then!" she screamed at the new Praxis. "I have better things to do than place this idiotic game you have created. I have nothing of value to give to you that I know of. I will not be joined to anyone and I will not be killed."

She stood up and looked down at hte first Praxis and then the second one.

The Dark Praxis yelled out, "You irritate me, begone!" The two faded out of view....but she could of heard someone yell "Nooo!" before the end.

Shea expirienced more deaths. All of them Ighten soldiers during the war long ago. All of them at the hands of a towering monstrousity in hulking, spiked armor and a large, long shield with sharpened edges that doubled as a wide sword. She expirenced decapitation, limbs hacked off, her body cut into two. She was roasted by magical fire and lighting, she was levitated high into the air and dropped on her head. Her spine was telekinectically ripped out as well as on another occasion her internal organs. Her head was crushed under his boot. She was telekinetically impaled on a pike. The beasts bare hands ripped her limps off one by one. Finally she was crushed by a hurled stone ripped out from the ramparts.....

Then there was peace. She found herself outside a destroyed Ighten border village filled with the dead bodies of countless Ighten soldiers. Her body was that of a thirteen year old girl, a local medic in training. She saw the one one responcible for the carnage covered in blood and walking towards the village gate. It was the same hulking demon as before, but as he walked magical energy radiated off of him, and his form shrank down to the Praxis Shea was familar with.

She ran after him involuntarily, and yelled out crying, "please, Lord Praxis, take me with you....I want to become one of your Wings!..."

Praxis responded calmly, "go home child...."

The girl stopped in her tracks, "but...you destroyed my home...I have nowhere to go...please make me a Wing...I can't take the pain anymore...."

Praxis retorted, "Pain is part of life child...its the Gods letting you know that you're still alive."

The child still followed, "Then...then...then I don't want to live anymore." She ran over to a dead soldiers body, drew out a dagger and was about to slice her own neck. Before she could do that however, Praxis knocked the blade out of her hand.

"Idiot, that will send you straight to hell!"

"I don't care" as the child screamed as she ran over to another dead body and drew out another dagger.
Again Praxis knocked the blade out of her hand. Frustrated, the child called out, "fine then I'll do it once you leave."

Praxis sighed, "you're no better off with me child. Following me, you'd die within a day."

The child responded, "then make me powerful....make me a Wing."

Praxis spoke, "child, to become a Wing you must have your weakness burned out of you, its very painful..."

"You killed everyone I know, I have nothing left....as long as no one will be able to hurt me again I'll do whatever it takes..."

Praxis relented, "are you sure child?"

"I rather die then have you leave me here alone..."

"You'll have to live with your decision for all eternity..."

"I don't care...."

"Then offer me your blood then."

Shea felt herself slice her hand with the dagger, and pressed it against Praxis's face. Again the same process with Kantu occured, and Shea could feel her flesh boiling away, but she did not utter a sound.

Darkness took over her vision again. In the darkness, she felt a small tug on her robe and she turned around to find the same girl she just saw die.

She sank to her knees, unable to stand anymore. Too much... too much... Her head hung wearly and her eyes looked up at the child. "Come to tell me more riddles, bitch?" she muttered falling forward slightly to hold herself up with her hands.

"I tire of this..." she sat back on her heals, her head rolling around for a moment. "I... tire... of it."

The girl spoke softly, eyes glowing green.

"You get used to the pain after a while....it becomes your best friend...you learn to embrace...use it......your pain...it gives you power."

Shea bent forward more, growing more and more weary with every moment... At least thats how it felt. She looked up at the girl. She had already asked to be set free. She had already told them she was tired of it all. She hated repeating herself so she wasn't about to now. She just sat up and looked at the girl with her dark eyes.

"What next?"

The girl replied, "More deaths and then the truth...the source of all this."