Sebastien quietly watched as within a few moments the figure before him whome he had beleieved to be his long dead brother began to twist as Sebastien's strength began to return to him. The figure still occupied a form similar to his younger brother, but the figure, despite its familiarity, couldn't be more foreign. And as it's hand shot out to grab hold of Sebastien's he knew for absolutely sure but he was not quick enough to pull back and out of the things grip. He felt the iron vice like grip wrap around his wrist. The touch as cold as the dead, a chill creeping across his skin as if the mere touch was sending tendrils of ice across his warm flesh, freezing him in place. Finally, the thing spoke using its true voice and the last few reminders of his brother began to fade with every word.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">I know I am not the first, but I will be the last you try to decieve and claim within this blood soaked forest. My soul is much too powerful for the likes of you or the dragon who perches atop the mountain top to calm. So I will warn you once, and once alone. You shall either step down and away now, leaving a clear path to your master, or I shall use the forces that have been bestowed upon me by both my mother and my father to lay waste to everything you hold dear.</span>" Sebastien finished, his words not quavering even a slight anymore. And to add meaning to his words, he rose his gently shinning sword with his free hand and swung towards the child. The sword exploding with a warm ghope filled light as he channeled his soul through the ancient blade. Seeking to cut through the spirit or shade before him and any other that dare move forward.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what he hit first, as a swarm of shadows erupted from the mist covered trees around him. Though as his  sword connected with one he heard a sound that resembled shattering glass, the figures dark appearance fracturing and disappaiting immedaitely as it was contacted with the magical blade. But just as one was destroyed, three more appeared in its place, but Sebastien was ready to face them all if he needed to. His sword swinging around him, cutting through the shades like paper and glass. The metal flaoting through the air as if weightless, its shining blade singing as it whipped through the air with a merciless swing and as Sebastien faught, the blade only grew ever more bright as his resolve to survive and save his land grew stronger.