((Tyr, still dreaming))<br/><br/>The world seemed to evaporate as Martlin slowly became Tyr; still bodiless in spirit no less. Smoke rose as memories and thoughts and the guilt slowly returned to the mind trapped in armor and held to the world by his own misdeeds. Dark flames erupted to reveal an intruder.<br/><br/>"Did you really think you would ever be rid of me?" a voice seemed to come from the fire itself. "Ha! That I ever knew anyone so foolish."<br/><br/>"Black fire," Tyr said, resisting the urge to spit.<br/><br/>The flames almost seem to laugh as they rose up higher, only to descend once the howling laughter stopped.<br/><br/>"All these years, and you still will not call me by my name."<br/><br/>"Your name is lost."<br/><br/>Black fire seemed to be irritated by this, and lashed out with a couple of embers that flew harmlessly away.<br/><br/>"I grow weary of speaking to you," the fire said. "I will return, no matter what happens."<br/><br/>"No you won't," Tyr said forcefully. "I can make sure of that."<br/><br/>"Which is why I've made a deal. I will be freed, upon which time, you will have to choose between becoming my servant, or death."<br/><br/>"I'll kill whoever you send."<br/><br/>The flames burned out leaving Tyr alone in the darkness.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Black fire contacted Dark Valarinth.<br/><br/>"All goes well. Just make sure you hold up your end of the bargain.