<span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">â??My purposeâ?¦purposeâ?¦to find himâ?¦himâ?¦must help his causeâ?¦only wayâ?¦only way Iâ??ll have a purposeâ?¦â?</span>his lips moved quickly, repeating that phrase over and over againâ?¦ He tossed and turned on the prickly grass beneath his slender frame, the hood of his cloak covering all but his moving lips. The ground shook softly beneath him, the roots of nearby trees stirring, the stem from the rose around his left arm extending, raking its thorns across his cold flesh.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">â??My destinyâ?¦must fulfill itâ?¦must help himâ?¦â?</span>blood trickled down his arm slowly, staining the left sleeve of his green cloak. The smell of the demonâ??s blood had awoken Firuâ??en, his tiger. White ears perked up, his golden eyes switching to its master. A low growl slipped from its mouth as it rose to its feet. Firuâ??en pawed at the cloaked being, tapping at his bleeding arm trying to bring him to his senses.<br/><br/>Firuâ??en began to whimper softly as Tsuâ??Ro failed to respondâ?¦ He suddenly roared, its powerful voice filled with sorrow, as yet another master of his has died. Shooting up from his trance Tsuâ??Ro turned to his tiger a small smile curving his lips. The ground ceased its shaking, as the stem of his rose dug deeper into his skin.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:limegreen">â??Are you alright Master?â?</span>Firuâ??en asked telepathically, worried golden eyes staring up at his master.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">â??Iâ??m fine dear Firuâ?¦â?</span>the demon replied as he stood up off the ground sniffing the cool night air around him. The scent of a dark presence mixed with the scent of elven magic filled the air. So much evil surrounded these lands ever since the queen fell. It was such a shame to see the land rot the way it was.<i>â??Elven magic?â?</i>Tsuâ??Ro thought as he pulled began to follow the scent.<i>â??Perhapsâ?¦perhaps heâ??ll be thereâ?¦.â?</i>The demon thought as he started toward the scent.<br/><br/>It took him no more than ten minutes to find his way to the Elf who had been using its magic. The gate was open, with Brand, Valen, Lynnira, and Arioch in his sights. There he wasâ?¦the one heâ??d been searching for. The one he had admired so much. How would he approach him after so many years? No words could describe the amount of emotions currently flowing through Tsuâ??Ro at the moment, as fear of being shunned by his former companions clouded his judgment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:limegreen">â??Master Tsuâ??Roâ?¦you have done nothing wrong. Why would they shun you?â?</span>Firuâ??en asked.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">â??I have a charred passed my dear Firuâ?¦I fear such lies from the King has been planted inside of their mindsâ?¦â?</span>Tsuâ??Ro admitted sadly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:limegreen">â??You can always pass as an injured traveler in need of aidâ?¦.â?</span>The tiger suggested. The demon thought as he stood in the shadows. He couldnâ??t bare the thought of Brand not knowing who he wasâ?¦especially since he traveled so far and long to see him. But perhaps the tiger was right. Maybe he could get him alone.<br/><br/>Finally Tsuâ??Ro stepped out of the shadows, holding onto his bleeding arm as he slowly approached his former companions.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">â??Excuse meâ?¦â?</span>he began as he approached the group his voice soft the words rolling of his tongue. Blood dripped from his sleeves onto the grass beneath, the pain keeping his mind focus as it had the tendency to wander.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">"Do you know of where I can fix this?"</span>he questioned his voice smooth like silk...almost feminine in a way. Firu'en sat beside him, looking up at the travelers.