Jasper backed away from Tristina and walked towards the fire slowly. Thinking about the sword Jasper stopped a couple feet away from the sword and looked back at Tristina with a slight smirk on his face and a gleam of sadism in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Good thing I have never been much of a human." Jasper said as he lifted the sword and pressed the flat of it against his forehead. The metal felt cold and hot at the same time, he could feel the shadowy tendrils flick at his head as if trying to grip his skin. Jasper heard half formed words from many voices  echo in his head as if a mob of people were all trying to tell him a different story at once. Occasionally a flash of scenery and blood flashed in front of his eyes. Suddenly Jasper was standing in front of himself sword in hand and kicking himself away. He felt such fear as he watched himself walk to the dark sword in the altar lifting it above his head before bringing it back down again. The moment the sword struck the altar he felt a crushing pain in his chest and with every blow against the altar the pain surged through him. Finally the image faded away again the voices sounded sorrowful as they also faded away.<br/><br/>Jasper opened his eyes and found himself looking at the wall of the cave sideways. Looking down Jasper realized he was on his side and his chest no longer hurt. Jasper looked over at Tristina.<br/><br/>"Well that was both interesting and informative." A slight smirk crossed his face as he rolled over onto his back.