Erais continued to walk, Erador at her side. Ever since Erador hatched they never seperate them selves.
Erais, there is a small cottage up ahead. Erador told Erais.
Thank you Erador. She said sadly, They continued to walk in silence.

Their surrondings consisted of trees. They would pass small streams now and then. There wasn't much to see except endless forest. They soon made it to the village. They did what they always did when they got near one, Erais put her hood up. Erador would wait in the trees. Erais would go in and get the well needed supplies.
Only this time it was different. Some how Erador was seen by an unknown stranger. When Erais got into town the stranger took her behind a dark house.

Asmana stood behind a huge pine, watching the town. She was not exactly welcome in Du Weldenvarden, but she was not banned. She was the Teller of Fate, and sometimes that information was important to Islanzadi.

The smell of pine was everywhere, so much so that any wanderer entering the forest would know it was infused with magic. It was lucky, then, that Du Weldernvarden had strong magics protecting it. Now, as Asmana watched, a strange figure spoke with a seemingly young girl.

What could they want with her? Asmana thought to herself. Within her mind,the spirits controlling her grumbled.

Deliver the message, so that we may leave. Shin whined. As honest as she was, she was lazy as well, and did not enjoy travel.

Asmana walked into the town, aware of the stares she attracted. Her violent red hair and purple eyes were enough to catch anyone's attention, and the great Claymore on her back merely added to her obviousness. Often enough, though, Asmana did not need stealth. Power was enough.

"My next message must be delivered," she murmered, and her icy voice seemed to chil the very air around her. "It must."

"What do you want?" Erais asked.
The stranger looked sideways and then dissapeared in the shadows. Erais walked out. She continued on. She then noticed the strange person. Erais' hood was still up. She walked over to the stranger.

Asmana watched as the stranger retreated from the girl. Finally, she thought, now the message can be delivered.

Asmana waited until the girl began to walk towards her. "Hello, Erais." Anki, Spirit of Faith said through Asmana.

"We have a message for you." Shin, Spirit of Truth, said.

"And now, it must be delivered." Asmana raised her Claymore with two hands, bringing it crashing to the ground in one elegant swipe. "Listen closely, for I will only say this once."

Erais was shocked that this person knew her name. She then came over her shock and said,

"I am ready."

OOC: Erais, I hope you don't mind, my character is going to read your fortune!

IC:

"The Spirits of the Next World," began Asmaani, "Bid greetings to Erais, the mighty warrior, and would like to inform her of a danger of the gravest sort."

Her voice softening and slowing, Asmana's icy breath was visable. "In this village lays one with weapons and magic, the likes of which have been unknown to you. Go to them, and find some of what you have been looking for."

Asmana's purple eyes widened, as they always did at the end of a message. Her voice became gruff and loud. "The time of passing is upon us, Erais, daughter of the dark ones. Do not waste it, for not even the spirits know when it will come again. The Phantoms are arriving. DO not waver from your path, and remember, time is precious." Her message done, Asmana collapsed, clutching her Claymore. Her pupils widened, her skin paled. The room spun around her.

She was seemingly unconcious, hung over the sword, gripping it until her knuckles turned pure white. "No . . . time . . . to . . . be . . . wasted," she weezed, gasping for breath.

Then, her eyes returned to normal and her color returned. She got up and slung her blade over her back. "And that, Erais, was your message."

OOC: Ya its okay with me.

"What does it mean." Erais asked startled. "What am I supposed to do here?" She kept asking.

Asmana, recovered, looked at Erais. "I know not. The Meaning is never told." She looked at the girl with pity. Anki had sensed a great fate in store for this young girl. How was one supposed to bear it?

Asmana sighed. "This is one of the longest messages I have ever delivered, and I am interested in seeing how it plays out." She smiled wickedly, showing off her white fangs. "For one with a fate such as yours, Daughter of the Dark Ones, I would be willing to come along." Asmaani's good nature was coming through, reveled through kindess Asmana could have never found herself.

Asmana! Are you mad? What about your role as Messenger? Rin the Were-cat screamed at Asmana. You never get involved, Rule Number 1, Asmana!

"I know," Asmana whispered aloud. "but I think my own quest may come into this somehow."

Yes! Asmaani thought within. Remember, Asmana, my body, remember!

No. Rin commanded. You go against your duty.

"Being a Messenger is not always as exciting as I wish it to be," murmered Asmana. She turned to Erais. "The Message will come to pass, no matter if you follow it or not. But be warned, the consequences of its evil will be much greater if you do not heed my warnings. So, am I to be your companion, or not?"

Erais thought for a moment. She then replied,

"Yes, you are more then welcome."

They then started to walk. Erais stopped in a shop to get some supplies.

Erador be paitient. I am almost done. We have two new companions. Erais said to Erador.
Fine but hurry up Erais I cna't stand it anymore. Erador replied.
Erais was almost done.

What am I doing? Asmana thought to herself. This went against all instinct. But for some reason, she had to make sure this girl fulfilled the prophecy with out getting killed.

She's a Rider, you know. Shin said. Erador, I believe, is her dragon.

"Interesting, but not very," mumbled Asmana. She cared little for Riders and dragons. "But an actual dragon. I wonder if she'll call her into the city."

Probabaly not, lamented Anki, she's hiding much, this one. She probably does not wish to reveal much of her identity. Or maybe she does not know much of it herself.

"Hurry up." Asmana growled after Erais had been gone for some time. This silence gave her too much time to think.

Erais strode out of a shop.
"Sorry I kept you waiting." Erais said. They headed for the exit out of town. When Erador contacted Erais,
Don't leave, and keep your hood up. Stay to the shadows. Their are too many guards for you. Just stay away from them. Erador sounded paniced,
Thanks. Fine we will. We will be careful. She replied.

"I believe you'll remember the part of the prophecy about the weapons and magic? The one I spoke of lives just outside this hown, in a hollow known as Devan's Creek." Asmana said, her voice back to its customary whisper. "You may have heard of Rhunon, the irritable sword mistress? Be warned, the master of Devan's Creek is just as short." Asmana paused for breath.

Honesty, Asmana! The longer you stay with this girl the more the pain will be! You think you're short of breath now? When was the last time it took you this long to recover from a Telling? Rin demanded. She was worried for Asmana, her only companion.

Asmana ignored her. Weezing slightly, she finished, "The master knows me, for I read his fortune many months ago. While that may seem like an advantage, its anything but. I can tell you no more of his story, but once you get there, you are on your own."