"Nothing to be concerned of,"Serias smiled. "It's a personal matter. As for where we are going, we are staying here. I just want to practice in this form. It will help Chronum get the feel of being a normal dragon. They flew high. Higher than the Beors themselves. Where no other creature can breathe. It was a beautiful sight. The lanscape covered the land like fur covering a cat. Serias could see all of the details that sculpted the land. They began to do complex acrobatics, but the knew that the dragons of Erais and Syrianna were normal, so they were much better at this than Chronum, but he got used to it every day. They flew down, the friction of the atmosphere heating Chronum's scales till they were white hot like metal. They landed on the ground, light as a feather.

For the coarse of these days Erais spent most of her time away when Serias was in the air. She would wander around doing nothing. At least thats what they thought.
One of the days she walked into camp she came and sat on a log. She looked winded. This happened over the next few days, she would return back as if she had run forever. Then she would be normal as soon as Serias got back with Chronum.

Meanwhile, Serias was running around, exploring the houses for things that had to do with the thing in his pocket. The Ring of Reincarnation. It has the power to bring a person back to life. Without Erias knowing, Serias had fused the rings power with her heart, so that if some crisis happened, she would be able to continue on with her life. He didn't want the thing that happed to her mother to happen again. Every time they went to sleep, he would wander around the empty streets. After all, Dark elves don't sleep.

On one of these nights Erais had the restless sleep again.---- Since she was only part dark elf she can sleep--- She woke up. She saw Serias walking around. She pretended to be asleep when he cam ethrough camp. When he left she got up. She wrapped a blanket around her and set out on a walk. After awhlie she came to a run down building. She walked in side. What she saw made her jump. Innocent people lay dead there. She walked around them. She then walked up some stairs. SHe came to a room, she walked in and sat on the floor. She put her head agaisn't the wall. She listened to the stillness of the night.

Serias heard a stick crack behind him, and agonizing pain in his back. Turning around with a roar, he attacked, but there was nothing there. SHADOWHUNTER!,he yelled mentaly to Chronum. Serias saw it moving; a shadow running around on the ground. Summoning the power of the ancients, he cast a ball of fire at the foe, who screamed in terror and fled. His back bleeding freely, he limpped into camp, and collapsed on the ground.[/i]

Syrianna had gone his seperate way for a while to find out about these creatures that Serias had told him of. Once he had suffitiant information he would leave and return to the two. However Syrianna and Sytheras sensed the power of one of those shadowhunters near Serias and Erias. Syrianna jumped onto Sytheras and said quickly we must go to thier aid. There is once again a shadow hunter in their midst.

In a few hours Syrianna arrived to see a shadowhunter running through the wood on fire and wounded."Where are they!" he yelled to the shadow. No reply came so Syrianna muttered something in the ancient language. Instantly the shadow split into millions of little peices and then vanished. Syrianna had sensed Serias had been mortaly wounded. He had to help.

He soon found the camp and found Serias lying there bleeding, with Erias standing over him."What happened?" he asked Erias

Erais didn't say anything. She then sat on the ground next to Serias. She started to say in the ancient language.
"Do not let him be wounded. Let me take away his pain..." She continued a strange chant.
She then took out her dagger. She took her amulet. She said something. The two fused together. She then cut the wound open again. She let it bleed freely for awhile. She then closed it. The dagger and amulet then seperated, she passed out from using alot of energy.

Serias stood up slowly, his back hurting like being stabbed by a white hot knife. He saw Erais on the ground and Syrianna looking at his. "It's a curse,"he whispered. "I have no more tricks. I know no counterspell, for there is none. Survivors of a shadowhunter attack are always cursed." He spit out blood. His gloden eyes focused on the red. "I will never be able to use magic again."

Erais then sat up. She looked at Serias. She had tears coming to her eyes. She then got up and started to walk away crying. Erador then landed by her.
Is everything okay. She asked concerned.
Erais shook her head. She then explained what had happened. She continued to cry for a while.

Serias walked over to Chronum, and leaned against the massive body. "It pains my, although all of my magical talents have turned into my strength. All of my experience with magic has gone into my melee. I am now much stronger." He gave a smile. "And yet, i cannot live without magic. I won't be able to help you as much in the time of need." He gave a sigh, and fell unconsious from blood loss.

For a while Erais walked with Erador. She kept thinking back on the training she remembered. She then accidently walked into a tree. She was nocked out for a few minutes. Then all of the sudden her past came in a huge flood. It made her fall on the ground. Then right in front of her was a hooded figure.
"You know how to remove this. You've done it for me before." The stranger said. Then she was back to reality.
She thought for a moment. She then got excited she started to run back to camp. It took her a while she hadn't relized how far she had gone. She then saw Serias on the ground. She then looked around. There were shadows around her. All over.
"What do you want?" She asked them.

Erias voice echoed in Serias mind and he opened his eyes. He saw her, and he saw shadows with no bodies. "Run!" he screamed. "I'll hold them off!" He jumped in, grabbed her by the arm, and with the last of his fading strength, threw her a mighty sixty feet. "Keep running till you reach a tree!"he continued as she got up and began to run. "It has a face carved in it. Beg it in the ancient language to let you in!" He felt pain in his back, and fell forward.

"NNOOO." She screamed. She then grabbed her sword. She charged at the army. She was driven mad. Erador had run to the tree. Erais continued to stab. It wasn't working since they were shadows. She then grabbed her amulet and dagger she thrust them on the sword. There was a flash of light. Then she appeared bloodied. The Shadows retreated. She then rushed to Serias's side. She helped him on to Chromun.
"Fly. We must get to were he said. That will keep them busy for a while." Chronum then took off with Serias on his back. Then the shadows started to close in. She then started to run.

Serias felt wind fly through his hair. He looked around. He was flying. He looked down, and gasped. Erias was being chased by an army of shadowhunters. He roared,"I made an oath! And i plan to keep it until my dying day!" He felt Ancient energy surge through him as spikes grew out of his back. His hands turned into claws. Serias felt it. His true form had been awaken! He jumped off of his startled dragon and screamed,"Supernova!" An explosion so powerful surged through the air that Chronum fell, for all of the atoms of air under his wings were destroyed. A gigantic crater was where the shadows were gliding, and they were all dead. Gone forever into the Centuries.

Erais was thrown off her feet. She flew 20 feet away. She had a gash in her side. She qiuckly healed it. She saw Serias.

She then saw him as his true form in her past.
He picked up the twins. He then took them to safety. Then Galbatorix grabbed Erais and was gone. Serias was in raged. She then was out of the flash back.

She tried getting up, Chronums tail held her pinned to the ground. After awhile she was able to get out from under his tail.

"I thought you said you can't do magic?" She asked Serias. She wavered on the spot.

Serias turned into his normal self once more. "Curses may be strong, but they can be broken from the inside. Not with magic, but with your heart. Now come, Syrianna is worried. He ran back to the village. Chronum streaked above him.You should not have done that. You could have killed her,the dragon said with amusment. She would have died if i hadent. I took the risk, and it worked,came the reply as Serias sat down and began to tear at a strip of jerky, Syrianna startled.

Erais then said to Serias mentaly.
Lets not speak of this. If that okay. It might freak him out.
Erador returned. She had a small gash on her front leg. Erais ran over and qiuckly healed it.

Serias turned to Erador. "What happened?" he asked Erias. "Did the shadows attack her?" He saw Erais' face was full of concern. "If it is, let me examine it before you heal." He was still eating, and began to choke for no reason. He fell over and tore his cloack and armor off, revealing a leather tunic. He smashed his stomach with his fist, and a pellet came out. "Someone wants me dead,"he mummbled under his breath as he put the cloack and armor back on, then crushing the pellet.

Erais looked creeped out for a minute.
"No. She just scraped it on a rock." She said, relived. "You know that's gross. The pellets."
She then walked back to a log after healing Erador's cut.

Serias smiled at Erias. "Do you think i like it when a Death Pellet flies into my mouth? It's not the most injoyable thing you know. I was lucky i didnt swallow it." He looked around, then fell over for no reason at all, his mind going blank.

Erais Just stood there for a moment. She then started to panic.
"What happened?" SHe asked to anyone in ear shot.
She tried to contact him mentaly. What she saw and felt was terrifing.

OOC- im gonna send ma character away for a while then join in later.

IC- Syrianna had sensed Serias in need of help again. He rushed to his aid as fast as he could. "What happened" he asked Erias. No reply came. He examined Serias and found his mind had been brutally attacked by a mind of great power and evil. Syrianna decided that he could help Serias rid himself of these wounds in his mind. For hours he sat next to Erias and Serias healling endless wounds in his mind.

Once he was happy with what he had done he said to Erias " You must let him rest. I will have to go and you will have to nurse him back to health. He is strong and will be fine I beleive. I must go no Erias, with Sytheras to my homeland. They are in need of help." And with that Syrianna flew off with Sytheras and they faded into the distance.

OOC: Okay.

IC: For awhile Erais just sat there waiting for Serias to wake up. SHe tought about what had just happened. She dozed off. This time her sleep wasn't troubled.

Serias opened his mind to his surroundings. The wounds inside had opened again. Only someone like him could heal them. He opened his eyes and flet no pain. With vigor, he got up, and put on his cloak, all the while cooking stew with magic. He looked around and saw Erais on the ground, sleeping. He smiled. Her faced had not changed one bit.

Erais heard someone stir. She opened her eyes. She saw Serias. She smiled at him.
"Are you okay?" She asked as she stood up.
She walked over to Erador. Erador seemed relieved in a way.

"Fine,"Serias whispered calmly. "No one attacked my mind. It just caved in on itself. My defences are very weak right now." He got up very slowly, as if the gravity had just increased. "But I am content, for i can now use magic." He put out his palm and yelled,"Graviotagra!" The mass of the ground increased by one hundred times and exploded. Serias smiled once more. "and I may even use the most powerfulest spells too!" He filled a bowl with the soup that he had been making with leftover meat. "I do belive you are hungry." Then he gave a laugh and said,"But not as hungry as I!"

"Sryianna left." Erais then finally said. "He metioned that his home needed his help."
She then gratefully took the bowl of soup.
"How can your mind cave on it self?" She questioned him.
She then drank some of the soup.

Serias was silent for a moment. Then he replied slowly,"I summoned my true form, which required great power. Afterwards, I summoned the most powerful magic in the world and destroyed and army." He paused to take a drink, then continued. "The magic required such great energy that I was only able to use it by loosening the support collums of my mind, thus weakening it to the point of surender. In an easy saying, it is like a cathendral without support. Without collums and arches, it would collapse. That is the same thing that happened the night before." He continued to drink, and gave a sigh.

Erais had listened carefully. She didn't speak anymore that night. She went over to Erador and curled up by the side that wasn't facing Serias. Her dreams were fine that night. But she did have someone say "Thank You". Erais woke up in the middle of the night. She didn't know why,
Maybe its just out of habit now. She thought to herself. She then fell asleep again.

OOC-lets wait for Shadeslayer

OOC: He said he is leaving for a while. He said he will join in again later. Didn't you read that post?

OOC- i know, but it dont like continuing with someone missing.

OOC: Okay. I will wait.

OOC- I said i was leaving for a while so you could carry on without me.

OOC: Thats what I told him.

OOC-oh, ok

OOC: I will start it up again.

IC: Erais woke up with the sun rising. She watched it for a while. She then went over to the fire that had burned low. She put it out. She then went for a walk. She returned with some fruit. She handed some to Serias. She didn't feel much like talking. She ate in quiet.

Serias got up silently and turned invisible. There were sounds of metal striking flesh and plate. He crept to the place where he knew a small battle was being fought. There were clashes of metal and screams of agony as a river of blood began to flow down the streets. He turned the corner and was very surprised at what he saw.

Erais was running away from what seemed to be nothing.
"You've got to be joking. Is that the best you can do." She laughed.
She continued to run down the street. She then wipped around. She started to hit the air with her sword. There was a clashing sound of metal on metal. Erais was having fun in the first time in forever.
"Why did you chase me away from camp. You couldn't fight with me there." She then laughed even harder.

Then there was a cool wind. Erais woke up.
What the. Was her only thought on the strange dream she had just had.

OOC: Is anyone going to reply to this.

OOC: Sorry, i have so much school work it's harder for me to come on.


IC: Serias ducked as an arrow wizzed by him, cuting through the air like a knife through hot butter. The men he saw fighting were people who he knew. They were also his enemies, and by his, he meant the dark elves. They were fighting creatures made out of shadows, but unlike shadowhunters, they where solid to the eyes, but were neither solid, liquid or gas. The creatures were losing, but not by much. Serias smiled, and decided to even the odds. "Fissuresta!" he whispered, pointing the tips of his fingers at the ground on which his enemies, the high elves, stood. A huge crack appeared in the earth, and some yellow skinned elves fell into the mouth of black darkness.

OOC: It's okay.

IC: Erais heard the sound of fighting. She climbed onto Erador. They took off.
Fly hard, and fly fast Erador. Something is wrong. Erais said worriedly.
They were flying for about fifteen minutes, that's when Erais and Erador heard the sound of death cries.
"Serias." She yelled.
She saw him fighting. She jumped off Erador. She started to attack, not with hate but with rage. Erador and Erais were fighting. That is until something got Erais in the shoulder. She dropped to the ground. She clutched her right shoulder. Erador ran over. Se stood by Erais protecting her.

Serias turned invisible and stealthed up next to the general of the elves. Sowrd in hand, he re-appeared and sarcasticly said,"Nice soldiers." The look of surprise coming out of the general was still there as his severed head rolled around on the ground. Serias jumped off the ledge and saw Erador and Erais. With a smile, he continued the battle, like a streak of lighting flying around, killing all in it's path. There was no way the could really change the battle. There were at least a hundred-thousand soldiers from each side. Grabbing and apple of off the nearest tree, he summoned two earth titans to guard him while he enjoyed his little snack. They were nine feet tall, and were made earth and rock, but their core was of molten fire and leaked out of their eyes. Chronum was still off hunting, so Serias layed down. He closed his eyes to meditate. The last thing he heard before the Soul World swallowed him was the sound of the mighty titans roaring in fury as metal swords bounced harmlessly off their natural armor.

Erais kept taking critical blows. She got a few blows on her head.

Where did Serias go? We need him. Erais said to Erador.

Erais finally fell over, she couldn't fight anymore. Erador enraged, picked up Erais and flew into the clouds for safety.

Serias, where are you? Erais needs you. I can't contact her. She needs your help. Where are you? Erador practicly yelled.

Erador began to circle above. Careful to stay out of range of the arrows. She was looking for Serias.

Serias resleased his mental infusion as Erador's sparkling voice entered his mind. He got up slowly, and saw the Titans running out of time to stay alive. Serias gave a yawn, dismissed them, and ran into the battlefield. High elves struck at him, but he dodged nimbly. "Bloodenos!" he yelled, pointing at the attack elf, burst into a pile of body parts. Serias was surprsised and yet, just a little confused. Bloodenos was supposed to make the target bleed acid, and explode and rain blood. Taking his mind off of it, Serias looked up and yelled,"Leviamerna!" He flew towards Erador at blinding speeds, and the sun was setting once again, it's color as red as the infinite battlefield.
Serias met Erador right above a storm cloud. The white dragon was hard to spot among the white puffs of water particles, but Serias' keen eyes spotted her. What happened?, he asked Erador.

Well it is not like she can withstand blows from every direction. She is hurt. You better heal her or else. Erador growled.

She was extremly mad. How could he ignore the fact that Erais was just in normal traveling clothes and a black cloak.

Hurry, or you will pay. Erador growled.

Erais had blows all over. She had them on her arms , legs, and she got struck in the head twice with swords. She moaned. She felt light headed.

Serias smiled slightly and muttered,"Lightfernia." Lighting stuck Erias with a rainbow spark. Vines grew right out of the cloud and Serias made them overlap the dragonrider. They began to glow with a greenish tinge, and then they disappeared. Serias had made sure that no bruise was left. "Encleava,"he muttered afterward, and chainmail made of gold gave Erais a bit more protection. The armor will last till the fight is over, he told Erador. Hang tight. Serias let go of the magic that held him in the air. Chronum appeared and caught the falling Ancient Guardian on hius back, and they flew down towards the battle, the very elements in their grasp.

Erador then dove to the ground. Erais jumped off renewed.

"I live to fight, and I fight to live." Erais yelled as she charged.

She then started to attack until there were no more standing, except her, Erador, Serias, and Chronum. Erais then walked over to Erador. She healed the small wounds she had gotten. Then she walked over to Serias.

"Well, what do we do now?" Erais asked.

Serias didn't answer. He was wondering what had happened during the battle. They had so much to go, yet something happened, and Serias saw it. Half of both armies disappeared in a snap. A mental streak flowed through his mind, like a slow river. He gave a shudder. "Hide!" he whispered to his fellow rider, and ran behind the tree. With strong magic he turned both dragons invisible, then motioned for Erias to quickly come.

Erais sheathed her sword. She then dashed to catch up to Serias. She then ran behind the huge tree he was using as protection.

"What is it?" Erais asked calmly in a whispear.

Erais could feel Eradors fright grow. Erais looked at Serias, she was scared.

"What is it?" She said in the same tone.

Once again, Serias did not answer. Suddenly, the land turned dark, and all of the plants died. Serias shuddered once again from a mental echo. All became bright. A woman, glowing white stepped into view. All of her clothes were white as well, and they fluttered as if a breeze just touched them, but the air was still. Her form began to change, and in the veiw of Serias stood a spirit wolf, as big as a dragon. All Serias then answered was a tiny whisper that could hardly be heard,"Don't move a muscle."

Why? I have to, if I don't I am going to fall over. Erais asked through the mental link.

She tried hard to stay balanced. She couldn't, she knew she was going to tip over. She held her breath, she didn't like this.

Why? Erais asked again.

Serias mentally bound her flesh with magic and replied, That was Pan, the one who had my job before me. I do not know how she returned to this world, but wherever she now goes, she brings death to the living. She used to be the most beautiful woman of the centuries, but it seems fate has been very evil to her.
The spirit wolf had run off when Serias turned back to the scene. "She is gone,"he said, unbinding the magic holding Erias.

Erais dropped to the ground.

"I have seen her before." Erais said. "No here, but in a dream. The one dream that was always the same."

Erais then her hip. She stood up. She then truned to Serias.

OOC: I have to go.

Serias looked concerned. "How?" he asked curiously. "Was it like scrying or like a vision. You must tell me everything. This is important." Little magic maybe? came Chronum's annoyed voice. Without looking at the dragons, he undid the magic on Chronum and Erador and waited for Erias' reply.


OOC: No problem. [/i]

"Well, I don't remember in in full detail. I always wake up straining to remember it, it's like trying to hold water in your bare hands." Erais began, "I can remember her saying things, then handing me my dagger. She said use it wisely. That's the problem, I can't remember what she said to use it for."

Erais then brought the dagger out from under her cloak. It had a dragon rapped around the blade, its eyes glowing blue, the point was so sharp it could cut through any metal. Erais handed it to Serias.

Serias shook his head. 'I cannot touch it. It will fly back into your hand, for I can not wield it. Any weapon made by Pan if bound to the soul of it's user." Serias looked around the clearing. "We should camp here. We will only have a problem if Pan comes back, which I dont think she will." Serias lifted his Hand of the Ancients and muttered something. Three dead deer zoomed toward them. "I think that should be enough," he said ammused.

"No thank you. I don't feel like eating anymore." Erais explained. "I don't think she made it. I think I can remember her saying that, 'I had found it and was sure that it had belonged to... 'That's all I can remember."

Erais then went over to Erador, she fell asleep right away. She wasn't to wake up that night, or that morning.

Serias walked up to Erias and took the dagger out from under her pillow. It was indeed not made by Pan, for it didn't disappear. Suddenly, Serias stabbed himself in the chest. The dagger cut through his clock, but bounced harmlessly off his armor. Now he was positive it was not made by Pan. It could have been sharper, he thought as he put it back under Erais' pillow. Serias suddenly fell over, and his mind went blank.

Erador started to panic. Erais wasn't showing any signs of waking up. Serias was out.

Chronum, what do we do. They won't wake up. Erador panic.

She then gently touched Erais with her nose. She was limp. She wasn't moving. She looked pale, and white.

Serias mind was swirling through darkness. He fell over as his feet hit the ground. He forgot how much soul reaving could be like real life.
As he looked around, he saw a female walking around. Erais!he yelled mentally to her. What are you doing here? Serias surveyed his surroundings. Collums had fallen over, and the Temple in the middle of the plane was destroyed. Serias stepped back in horror. The Temple of the Ancients was no more.

Erais seemed to not have heard him. Her eyes were clouded over. She was looking at the ruins. She was looking around. She then saw Serais, she looked at him faintly.

"Where am I?" She asked.

She began to sway. She then started to see what really happened.

Serias was watching Erais, and ran over to her, grabbing her arm. "Soul Return!"he yelled and took both his and her soul in his solid forms hands. He put his own in, of course, his own body, while he placed Erais in hers. "Trismac,"he whispered quietly, holding up his hand. Three crystals began to levitate in circles around his plated wrist. He sent all three into her forehead. The three crystals of Aberon where hidden minerals deep under the Surda capital. They allowed the person who placed them to veiw from the place where the crystals were placed. In this case, it was Erais' eyes. He withdrew almost immediatly as he saw gray smoke.

Erais then sat up sharply. She gasped for air.

"What happened?" She asked.

Erador then raised her head. She then began to blow fire in her excitment.

Your awake. What happened to you? She asked Erais curious.

I don't know. Erais replied her.

She stood up. She was still a bit weakm but she was her normal self. Her face was pale. She was glad to be awake. She then saw the smoke also.

It was coming from the middle of the woods, and was burning toward them at full speed. To Serias' horror, the trees closest to them were ripped apart by a giant spirit wolf, which began to change into a beautiful white robed woman. She walked towards them, and Serias whispered,"Pan..." "It's been a long time, Serias,"said Pan with a slight grin. "I was looking for you. I want my old job back." Serias took a step back and growled,"You know I can't do that, and even if I could, I wouldn't." Pan gave a small sigh. "Be that way." She disappeared, and quick as a wink, appeared in front of Serias, grabbing him by the neck, and lifting him off of his feet. "You know, neither you," She said quietly, "Or the halfling cannot defeat me." Serias gave her a huge grin, and replied,"But that doesn't mean I won't try!" He too, disappeared, and reappeared behind her, muttering a spell. A huge ball of inferno hit Pan at point blank range. There was a flash, and Serias was on the ground, his arm bleeding badley. "Go ahead,"said a frowning Pan as she lifted him once more. "It won't help." She threw him at a tree, and reappeared behind behind it, making a sword of magic impale it. Serias flew into the old giant, and landed right on the sword, which cut through him like butter. He growled and coughed up blood, followed by the words, "Telemagrophy!" He teleported Erais, their belongings, and himself, to the other side of Alagaesia. As soon as the spell was complete, he fell unconsious.

"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO." Erais screamed as she saw everything.

She began to sob, she then felt herself being transported. When she raised her head she was sitting on soft cool grass. She then lowered her head again. She then cried. Even when Erador tried to talk to her, Erais just pushed her away.

It's okay Erais. He will pull through. She would say over and over to Erais.

Leave me alone. Erais said.

She then got up and ran away from Erador. Erador let her go. Erais then found a large thick with leaves, tree. She climbed up into it. She then sat there and cried.

Serias woke up in the forest with Erador. He could not see, but he could feel her power. He let out a groan and spit out blood. He had no energy left; none at all. He could not stand nor see, let alone speak out loud. With some of the last of his strength he told Erador, Can you please go tell Erais I am alive...for now? I cannot move at all and have no magic energy left within me. Serias let out a cough, and once again, spit out blood.

Erador understood. She got up and took off for Erais.

Erais where are you? She asked.

Look up. Erais said glumly.

Erais, he is alive. He is very weak, but alive. Erador explained.

Erais then jumped onto Erador. Erador then headed back. Erais slid off. She ran over to Serias.

"Are you okay?" She asked worried.

Serias gave a small laugh. "For now." He looked around for an object, a living one, that he could use for an idea he just had. Summoning energy from his surroundings and pointing at a tree, he yelled,"Confinous!" Serias felt his soul leave his body as he and the tree switched places. Serias was now the tree, and the tree was his body. His face appeared in bark and muttered,"This way, you can try to heal my wounds while I am using the tree." Serias didn't like being a tree. He couldn't move much. Not only that, something was biting his roots. When he asked Chronum, annoyed, the silver dragon gave a laugh and grunted,Termites!

Erais then started to heal the wounds. She went over his whole body.

Erador, I need your help. Some of these wounds are deep. Erais said.

So with Eradors help Erais got the wounds healed. When she was done she lay on the ground exausted. She felt a little weak. It was worth it though.

Serias transfered his soul back into his own body, thanked the tree, and got up slowly. His mental wounds burnt with agony. He knew he couldn't have taken Pan. She was way to powerful. He tried to stand, but his legs were still weak and he fell down.
On about his fifth time, he had finally regained strength. With a big smile, he said,"Thank you, Erais."

Erais nodded. She then sat up. Erador then gave her support to Erais. Erias grabbed one of her spikes for walking support.

"What happened after you teleported Erador and I?" Erais asked.

Erador watched curiously. She felt at ease. Erais waited for a reply. She knew what ever had happened, it was bad. All those wounds would kill anyone. She knew it. It took all her strength to heal them.

"I died, to put it simply,"Serais fell over laughing. 'So there I was, hanging between the Nether and Living worlds. Pan, who has the ability to step through all of the worlds, cornered me there, and began to sap my power." Serais sat up slowly and grabbed a piece of jerky."But there was one thing that she had forgotten." Serias pointed at his Hand of the Ancients. "When she began the drainage, my roots took offense and froze her in a block of solid ice. Although my wounds were great, I had just enough strength to teleport to you." Serias gave a yawn. "She is going to unfreeze soon. We musn't waste time. Take a quick snack, and we'll be off!"

"You died." Erais said unbelieving.

She then got up. She gathered her things.

"Let's go. Like you said, we musn't waste time." She said.

She climbed on Erador. She then pulled her hair into a pony tail. It was the first time she had ever pulled her hair up.

Serias nodded. Pan was coming closer. It was as if he could feel her breath on his neck. The trees began to sway, but not a breeze had come. Serias quickly jumped on Chronum, who had just returned from his great hunt. "Lets go!" he shouted as a white wolf bouinded toward them. Chronum took off faster than speed of sound. He stopped in the deep white clouds and waited for Erais, thinking, How did Pan find us so fast? Chronum gave a snort. She can sense living beings within one-hundred leagues. Serias smiled, Looks like she has become much stronger...

Erador shrieked. She took off franticly. She swirved. She then had to turn around.

Erador what are you doing? Erais asked.

She wants him. I will not have us killed. She replied.

She then headed the opposite way.

"Nooooooo." Erais screamed.

Serias waited for Erias in the clouds, but she never came. Not again... Chronum growled as he took off after a white streak that was heading toward the horizon. Chronum began to glow with a rainbow light, and began to grow bigger and bigger. An extra set of wings grew and he slowly began flaping them along with the other two. Pan was charging after them in her wolf form, but she quickly faded away. Chronum, now the Dragon of Ancient Lore, easily caught up to Erador as Serias yelled to Erias,"Whats happening?!"

"I don't know," She shouted over the wind, "Erador freaked out. She says she won't let me get killed. Also Pan wants you. Not me. That's what she said."

Erador what's wrong with you? Erais asked.

Erador didn't say anything. She kept flying on.

"We must stop!" Serias yelled over the howling wind. "Pan can turn into a spirit dragon! She will catch you if you keep flying. We must land and HIDE!" Serias dived downwards, Chronum turning to his original form. This is for your own good,he calmly told Erador. "Byraxa!" Serias had summoned sleep and the white dragon began to fall, but Serias caught her in the air with magic, and pulled her gently to the ground.

Erador didn't feel anything. She just slept.

"Why was she acting that way. Also, if Pan only wants you, why can't we go?" Erais asked.

She then climbed off of Erador onto the ground. Her hair was being gently tossed with the wind.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I am running into nothing.

"Because,,"Serias sighed. "If we split up, she'll catch you and break into your mind to see my image. Then she'll be able to scry me." Serias sat down on a dead stump, his hair messy from his ride. Chronum shifted uncomfortably, for he was a bit big to stand in the small clearing. I hate forests he grumbled. I was born in the mountains... Serias didnt reply. He just sat there. He slowly began to meditate, concentrating on Pan. "My question is still unanswered...." He said to himself.

"That is if she was able to find me. I guess you're right though." Erais wasn't what you woulod call happy. She had her own problems.

Erais thought for a moment. Erador continued to snooze by Erais, her breathing normal and soft. Erais stood up quickly, she went over to her saddle bags. She sorted through it quickly. Then pulling out some commeners clothes. Turning around she walked over to Serias with a miscivious smile.

"Not if she can't find me." She went behind Erador, then came out almost unreconizable. "Erador can hide away in the mountains, and I can blend in with common folk, get news. I will keep in touch with you. What do you think?" She kept a serious face.

"Hmmm," Serias smiled. "Good idea. She'll probably sense your energy at some point, but that might take a few weeks. Alright, find a village up north, and never drop your guard. Who knows, we might meet again sooner or later." Serias turned back from the direction they came. "And know, time to face Fate. Good-Bye, Erias." Serias walked slowly into the dark woods, letting the branches brush against him, comforting him like old friends. Chronum rose, streching his mighty wings with relief, annoyance echoing through his mind. Letting his guardian power flow through him, he got smaller and smaller, until he was about Serias' size. He wore the same outfit, but the head was the difference. Silver hair, down to the waist, a face that would have made the most beautiful elf stare. Long ears came out from behind that gallant face, which was shaped triangularly, handsomely so. He gave a wink to Erais, chronum colered eyes twinkling, and walked in after Serias.