Celris distantly sensed an intruder, but she as deep in a dream of the past, and far too tired to rouse herself. What danger could be here, in the heart of her own home city?<br/>Besides...the HighBreed was on guard...wasn't he?<br/>She sighed and nestled deeper into the warmth of the cot, smiling slightly.<br/>She could see Vanya, ever so cheerful, prancing about. His form was soon replaced with her older, much more serious brother. Kithreid.<br/>His ice blue eyes narrowed spitefully, she saw her own face mirrored in his hatefilled look. The only seperation between the two was sex and, through an ever-subtle color differentiation, their overall pattern color. He was slightly more grey, and she golden-brown. This difference was often overlooked, and so many had relied on their eye color. Bright spritely green versus cold, unflinching blue.<br/>He sneered as he saw her, the background whirling from one place to another as most dreams did.<br/>"What is this? Some vision? Don't tell me you're using Alune magic now, eh, traitor?"<br/>Celris felt herself bristle, "Look Kith, just because I wanted something<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>than an endless, ignorant, nomadic existence-"<br/>Dream Kith, ever so antagonistic, smirked, "You think I care about that? The lust for knowledge is rooted deep within both our psyches.<span style="font-weight: bold">I</span>was the one who could put that aside to care for the family."<br/>"Too bad you're the only one who feels this way. Talic-"<br/>"Talic,  had he been here instead of me, would thrash you, dream or not. Kivan, our little Vanya, cried for days when you left. And now we're dead. You should have heard his screams as the HighBreed first took Talic, then me, bit by bit."<br/>Celris thought this over, "You're lying. They kill in one blow, I've seen it."<br/>Dream Kith scowled, "No, you haven't. They kill in one blow- you won't even see your demise."<br/>He seemed to be trying to point to something, but she was confused, "Eh? No, the one I know isn't a threat, he's broken."<br/>Dream Kith let out a dramatic groan, "I don't mean Oz- Wake up and face the other one you idiot!"<br/>He accomplished what her senses had failed to warn her.<br/><br/>With on slight intake of breath, her eyes snapped open, taking in the raised scythe, the HighBreed, much more frightening than Oz, oh how  blessed she'd been the HigBreed Black had fished out hadn't been<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>one.<br/>She rolled out of bed, not thinking, merely reacting, and seized the magic sword, letting out a battle cry. "OZ! Get up and help me, ya bloody oaf!"<br/>She eyed the HighBreed warily, this one looked much more dangerous than Oz, and it had been a challenge to fight this mound of metal.<br/>The HighBreed roused himself, groggily, the air was heavy with something...what was it? He froze as the prescence registred. "Coralzane..." He knelled before realizing what he was doing. Such a high ranking HighBreed! He was honored-<br/>He raised his head and finally registered the threat. He was struck. What to do? Did his fellow percieve his LowBreed status? Or was there hope?<br/>Hope...something he'd never felt before, but the emotion invigorated his limbs. "My Lord. What is the meaning of this visit?"<br/>Celris groaned and ditched the sword to pick up Oz's halberd - geez it was heavy - and hold it between her and the scythed HighBreed. Despite her preference for close combat, she didn't want that thing<span style="font-style: italic">anywhere</span>near her. "Oz if you're gonna be a bloody traitor again then at least<span style="font-style: italic">tell</span>me what type of death I'll be facing! One with a chance of honor or pointless suicide."<br/>She moved towards the window, this HighBreed didn't look too fast, if worst came to worse she would chance a fall and the ability to flee.<br/><br/>Oz looked between the two, and bowed, "My Lord, I am imperfect, as you can see. Tell me - is there a chance of Redemption?" He felt the pain again, falling hopes? Surely if there was a chance, he would've been alerted before the attack began, so now he was faced with a couple options, wait for an answer and possibly "die", or act first? Did he even want to bother? An End for one such as himself was certaintly better than continuing this Lower existance.<br/>Another thought troubled him, if so, then why were there so many LowerBreeds? Why did they fight for their lives? Was this behavior something common to them? Should he be acting as such?<br/>Celris rapped him in the back with his weapon, "Oy! Choose now, Oz, else I'm leaving you."<br/>Why would she<span style="font-style: italic">wait</span>for him to begin with? He couldn't stall for much longer, and hesitantly took a step out of range of Coralzane. "My Lord...?"