<b>RE: A New Fate for the Twins [Razgriz x Karameida x Serenity]</b><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=45597&amp;pid=1192010#pid1192010"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Mortimer Fortescu</span></a></span>​</div><br/>As the occultists suffered the fate that one bestowed upon Mortimer, the young lad continued to choke, his blood pooling around him; even as the screams of the dying filled his ears and the stench of burning flesh flooded his nostrils, the majority of his senses were dulled. He could feel his life slipping from him, his severed heart quivering while trying to keep that precious red fluid flowing, the pain from having his insides exposed to the chilly open air of the stone chamber too much for him to bear. He didn't want to die, but he wanted the pain to stop; the thrashing he'd done to try and free himself from his iron restraints had considerably slackened, his limbs resting limply in the shackles that bound him.<br/><br/>It was here that he felt something ruffle his hair; it was almost...motherly. Something a caring mother would do for a scared child, to soothe the sadness and fear in their heart, but even still muted sobs of anguish and agony left his throat. And even though his sense of hearing was significantly dulled, the words the Twin of Order and Light spoke reached him with impeccable clarity, though he could not see the angelic smile that crossed her features. What came next would both please and shock him; hands rested over the long open wound in his torso, an ancient and indecipherable song reaching his ears, a song of the ancients to call upon the healing energies of the world. Warmth washed over him, numbing the mind-shattering pain and reversing the damage inflicted unto him. When his flesh fully came together, that strange star-shaped mark - burned into his skin - would still be intact, apparently unaffected by the Twin's attempt to mend his injury.<br/><br/>And when she finished, Mortimer found his strength somewhat returned, his body weakened from the shock and blood loss but his senses returned to their full capacity; the blood-soaked gag was then removed and tossed unceremoniously aside, heavy gasps making his chest rise and fall dramatically. The bleariness in his vision now gone, his eyes looked around to see one woman to his left and another to his right; both were perfectly identical. Mortimer was taught some Latin, and he did hear his father say....His father. Fresh tears came to his eyes, sobs threatening to overtake him again; why would he do such a thing? What had he done that was so bad? And where was he now?<br/><br/>It was too much, the boy could not think of a single thing to say. His father called upon Twins....He'd heard Avatar of Chaos and Avatar of Order. "Father....I don't understand" was all Mortimer said; he just wanted to curl up and shut the world out. If he were in a better state of mind, he would have thanked the twins for saving his life...But everything that just happened was proving to be too much for him to handle at the moment.