Verita watched as the magic that she gave the ashen elf in a whim of her mind was taking its course through the creatures body. she had never thought to be able to do such a powerful spell, let alone without the words of the ancient language. Nevertheless, she could feel the stirr of the beast inside of her, the ghostlike presence that had made itself known by that voice that had sounded in her head as well. It was a strange feeling, a primal yet wise being that wasn't going away yet. She could feel its gaze upon her, inside of her, watching over her. It was making sure she would survive this night, that she would survive the upcoming days until the day she was meant to die.<br/><br/>Verita smiled to see Lillith change from this demonic being, hardly in control of her anger, into a chaotic demon of lust. She was now a perfect vessel to help them clear the way, as the druidgirl had felt inside of her being that it was needed. Nonetheless, it still surprised her when Lillith crushed the warrior in her tight embrace and kissed him on the lips, smearing stains of blood upon his skin. It did not take her long to linger into this strange behaviour, as she quickly turned round and started her rampage down to the docks. With a fearful look in her eyes, the girl made  herself watch the elf tear apart yahnus, limb by limb, as they screamed for mercy and whatnot in their own language. It confirmed to the young druid that those who had butchered the village, and plucked the birds of their lives were not, as everybody seem to think, monsters. They were here, hired and ordered to do as they were told. resulting that, they too were forced to watch their comrades and friends being torn apart and eaten alive by their group and some wildlings.<br/><br/>While Darion had finished wiping of the horrid blood from the Yahnus, he had picked her up in his strong arms. Verita curled up into a small ball, her arms wrapping around his neck and her head leaning against the chest of the man. She could feel his every wound, his every pain reverberating inside of her. It was as if the world had opened up to her after this ancient voice had used her to speak up this prophecy. She had not yet decided if it was a good or a bad thing, but for now she could hear music in every thumping rhythm. The sound of Darions heart was like a drumroll of life to her, a music that dimmed her senses and silenced her words as she let herself get carried away towards the waiting boats in the harbor.<br/><br/>It was then that she felt a drop of blood drip down onto her own lips, and noticed the gash in his head. Such a great detail of his fighting from before, a wound that was visible to anyone who would look upon him. She had not noticied it, nor seen it before. With trembling fingers she tentatively reached out her hand to touch it, but withdrew quickly as the man had started running after Lillith. All who followed would soon see the small canoes filled with surviving Aviari, as well as the sky occupied by those who could still fly directing the survivors towards the three ships in the deeper ends of the Eiwua sea. It wouldn't take long for Darion to reach one of the last canoes in the water, as suddenly Verita found her voice back. Her own voice.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''You can't come with me. The Aviari that survive this can't come with me, and neither can you''</span><br/><br/>Verita's lip trembled and her hand suddenly stroked the stubbled and rough jawline of the warrior that carried her towards one of the boats, about to put her down so they could survive this night at last.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''He will hunt them down, and kill them all. Everybody except those who had found me, those who are part of the travellers group will be killed. You heard him, and you've seen what he can do''</span><br/><br/>The druidgirl still clutched tightly onto Darions chest as she started to sob, tears flowing down her cheeks and mingling with the blood that dripped down from Darions eye onto her innocent face. Her whole body shook violently of the sad realization of what she was about to say.<br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><br/>
''You are the warrior, Darion. You need to go with the Aviari, protect them, lead them into Gha'mos and find more to follow the plan. You have listened to her, there is a war coming. Nobody else but you, will be able to make the difference between the lives and deaths of these people. The others.. the others are already doomed, I've seen glimpses of their future. They need to come with me.''</span><br/><br/>She pushed herself of from the strong armoured chest of the human, holding herself up by clutching his muscled arms as she wobbled on her feet from exhaustion. To those who had followed her and Darion down to the docks, and those who just seemed to arrive she raised her voice once more.<br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><br/>
''I.. I can't ask for you to lay down your lives and follow me. But, I need you, each and every one of you has a role to play in a plan I do not yet fully understand myself. Dal'tek, I know your people have been slaughtered like a lamb before a feast. But you cannot take revenge by following them down to Gha'mos. They will follow you and your people, and hunt you down until you are captured and brought to the Kaiser himself. He has seen you, as he has seen all of us. Darion, was supposed to die tonight, his vision has been cleared before our eyes. He, he could help your people survive and find their brethren in the lands Kali spoke off.''</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''Donchen, I know.. You aren't a tall fighter, but you are fighter nonetheless. Your skills, the ones you have been hiding for all off us. I did not even know until she showed me them, are needed. They are needed so much more then you will ever realise in your life. I cannot ask from you to follow me, nor listen to my pleads. But we need your help, I need your help to do what must be done. To sail over the Eiwua sea and find our way to the Northern kingdom of the Kaiser. ''</span><br/><br/>The girl now stood trembling, her eyes scanning the docks until she found the heavily breathing, menacingly smiling elf standing above a pile of defiled and torn apart Yahnus bodies.<br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><br/>
''I need your strength, ashen elf. I need you, in return I will do everything in my power to find a way to give back your memory. But for now, you are all that remains powerful and able to protect me from the horrors we will face on our travels. Please, will you help me?''<br/>
</span><br/>Her pleads were as honest as they could be. Her words innocent and pure, with tears to prove for their truth that she had spoken. As she stood trembling on her legs, she could see the general advance in the far distance. Reaching the platform were they had almost succeeded in capturing her with that net. The platform that had given her more qeustion then answers, but enough to remember forever. It was then that she quickly turned to Dawn, walking towards her as she grabbed the shaking wrists of her fellow human.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''You fight more fiercely then anyone I've ever seen of my age. There are many questions I'm dying you to ask, but there is no time for those. You have seen the darkness that follows me, and soon will follow everyone on this earth. There is no place any more to hide from them, you must make a decision too. Will you follow me? Will you fight for me, and for the cause I will fight for as well. To avenge the people that have given us a glimpse of freedom and safety, that have been taken away from us and them so brutally?''</span><br/><br/>Verita couldn't wait any longer, the first soldiers of the general have seen the girl standing on the docks now. Their speed increased, knowing they were about to lose the reason from which they were send here. It was a most frightening sight, to see the longest shadows nearing them, the light from behind a fire bellowing high above the trees, darkening the skies with a thick black smoke that obscured every sight of the stars and moons. She couldn't see the Ramen, he was an almost as important part of her plan as the others. Perhaps the god of death has taken him instead of Darion, she did not know. She hoped he would survive and follow them into the boats, onto the ship that was meant for them to cross the sea.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''We have to go... now''</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>