(Andraus)<br/><br/>The Exile would continue strumming his guitar as he watched Azurnine. When she spoke that he was familiar, he would let out a chuckle. "<b>I guess you could say, we share blood...Your mother was....a sister, you could say. We share no biological parents, but ties of blood mean nothing to those such as we, it is the matter of our bonds and actions. In a way you could understand, I am your Godfather." </b>He said. It would likely be confusing for her, but knowledge was a dangerous tool, and Truth was a valuable commodity. Neither of which she had yet to earn, but all the same needed. When he saw her having difficulty with Lightning, he would speak up, to aid her in her spell.<br/><br/>"<b>The Spark of life, powerful yet fickle, the ingenious design of Neema when creation first was wrought. It took great willpower to control that spark, as it did when harnessing it for the Great Machines, and mastering it for her own creations- Practice that same willpower, and it shall heed your call."</b>He would continue playing, but then she mentioned her father. The Exile would let out a huff. "<b>Strongest Swordsman, so they say- One of the Seven Heroes, and He who would seek to conquer the Dragonlands, the Kingdom of Xyphon. Emperors, Kings, and even Gods have tried before, all failed. Strong in sword, weak in mind. His doom-driven campaign shall end in fire and blood, as it has so many before him. Strong he may be, but he lacks what is needed to break the will of the Dragon Kings." </b>The Exile said, placing the guitar down.<br/><br/>"<b>That power, to command the winged descendants of the Heavenly Dragons....ultimately rests with you. You share his blood and my sisters. By the time your yearly mark has reached, that power shall begin to unlock. With it, Dragonkind will yield to your call, as they will to no other. That is, but a fragment of what you shall gain." </b>The Exile said. His words sounded so....surreal, but there was no hint of manipulation from his face. The Exile would look up towards her and stop strumming. "<b>Escape, you must- Maddox knows of this power, he covets its use, but if he is allowed to possess it, your war is lost." </b>He said, his words chilling. But it begged the question- How did this person know....<br/><br/>The Exile would stand, before walking over towards Azurine, as he would place something in her hand- a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fae01.alicdn.com%2Fkf%2FHTB12PRrRFXXXXamaFXXq6xXFXXXO%2FUnique-high-quality-luminous-Green-stainless-steel-ring-men-s-dragon-knight-magic-ring-fashion-accessories.jpg_640x640.jpg&amp;hash=b4f3dabba3b2050c120842f000f8b635" href="https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB12PRrRFXXXXamaFXXq6xXFXXXO/Unique-high-quality-luminous-Green-stainless-steel-ring-men-s-dragon-knight-magic-ring-fashion-accessories.jpg_640x640.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">humming ring</a>. The Magic from it was ancient, powerful, and.....completely pure. Not in the sense without corruption, but because there was nothing there BUT magic- It was as if Maddox and Neema's influence was not present on this ring. It was just power- Energy at it's most beautiful. "<b>I forged this ring in ages past, when this land was still young, untouched. This ring.....my ring....is not marred with Maddox's Shadow or Blessed with Neema's Light- It is perfect." </b>He said, gently closing her fingers around it. "<b>Even Maddox would fear the power in my ring- But it is not active....not yet. Listen carefully, and remember my instructions, for they will save your life and your soul." </b>He said. His words were then clear.<br/><br/>"<b>When Maddox calls to take your mind, your soul.....everything, call my true name, and you shall have me by your side. I will be able to destroy his link to you...and help you prepare for the war to come. If you wish to know, it is safe for you ask him of my existence, but do NOT show him my ring. Not yet." </b>He said. The male would just take her hand and look down at it, a look of....genuine loss on his face. "<b>Your so much like your mother.....so great in many ways- Your strength, her determination, her dedication to whatever cause she thought was just.....I am so proud, Azurnine, of how much you're like her. Know this- She loves you so much." </b>He said. His voice held a longing sense to it.....It was almost as if he missed the woman who gave birth to Azurnine.<br/><br/>"<b>Remember my name clearly, for when the time comes, you must speak it....My name is Lythanial." </b>He said. He'd let go of her hand, knowing that name would likely ring a couple of bells to her, but when she'd look up, she'd see that the male was....gone.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Zion kept on trying to swipe at her with his sword, almost in a blind fury, as rage burned in his blood. However, when she mentioned what happened to him.....His death......Lunelra would be able to hear his soul<i>SCREAM </i>in agony. Remembering those flames, that heat.....Zion would weakly swipe at Lunelra once, twice......before collapsing in her arms, holding her close. The emotions she focused out, her magic, everything was familiar to Zion.....even for him to regain control over his body. The Spirit of Vengeance hissed and growled at Lunelra, but knew better than to tackle a Fae without a body. Zion held onto Lunelra as if he were holding onto for dear life. Instead of bright red, his soul returned to calming green, but the pain still lingered.<br/><br/>"<b>Mom.....I missed you <i>so </i>much...." </b>He said, squeezing her tightly. "<b>I was so scared I'd never see you again....." </b>He told her. While whatever had happened to him clearly left it's mark, Lunelra's close connection to him and magic managed to, if not completely repel, appease the spirit. Lunelra was likely the only thing keeping him from losing his temper again, however.