As Jade fled from his grasp rage had suddenly taken him by storm, like making up for the time lost. As Vivian entered with fire in her eyes with a threat so as did Damon. Mind full with hatred and body full of pain Damon had summoned up a storm of shadows, fire, and wind around her as she began her enchantment. As the magic was cast so too was his body lost to the spirit inside. His eyes had turned black and the body that was spirit began to refract against the light in the room. Feeling the surge of magic Astar and River came from their places to Damon's location.<br/><br/>It finally struck Astar what was happening."Damon use more of that magic!" feeling the glares of both of the others he knew he would have to somehow explain. "The more magic you use right now, the less the rage will consume you!" Listening to him Damon put down the storm and summoned enough spirit that it had made its reach into every part of Havenhold. Soon every crevice of the barrier was filled with peace. As the room cleaned itself of the blast Damon lied unconscious on the ground. His body the same as before yet more lean and long with hair slightly grown out to shoulder length and his wrist still burning bright as day.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Stavros Gabor, now not under Aldric's hand, had set himself up in the forests of the city. Once he had prepared his encampment fro the upcoming months, he reached into the locked part of his mind and called forth his old friends. Their company consisted of the last of the Ore people hidden in plain sight as circus folk. Those without magic practiced acrobatics,while others with would work in association with their given element and guide. To them Stavros was their leader, and to him his true family.