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PART ONE: FRAGILE

Hyperion and his companion find themselves navigating through the dark, quiet streets of Zahid as they aim to reach the next obelisk. The deeper they go, the thicker the fog seems to get. Its tepid moisture coating their lungs with each breath they took. Contrary to how the locals made it seem, the city was empty. There was little to no life as if no one had truly lived here in the first place.

They find their way into a marketplace. All the stalls were stocked with mundane merchandise, untouched and unguarded. As they walked, the slaver and his companions would notice the appearance of more cages scattered along the sides of the avenue. Chains, shackles, the worn signs; dried blood and bile along the bottoms. It only became more apparent as he continued to lead his companions down this path.

The buildings around him would begin to shift into deep, brown walls. If he were to turn around, he would see his body, unmoving, staring straight back at him. Even if he were to call out or make contact with his companions, it would come up short. The ground beneath him turns from cobble to worn, wooden planks and the walls seem to close in around him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he would see a figure all too familiar. A man he had liberated himself from back in the icy tundra. But if he looks in his direction, he would find that the figure vanished.

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Shishi

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Manaka lead the way, while Diana and Sasuke were bringing up the rear. Manaka was almost cheerful despite the atrocities around her. Their breaths mixing and swirling when coming in contact with it. The situation in Zahid seemed to be worse than it even appeared. Just from this alone, the travellers they were with at the start of this journey were more than justified in their feelings. Seeing the vast amount of slaving here reminded him of his formative years, raised as a slave and groomed to become a slaver on behalf of his own master.

Imhotep was the only fate he had ever concerned himself with. Even death was favorable compared to being in his employ. Eventually, they seemed to be in the center of this street market with nothing else in sight, as they gave the still standing Hyperion some time by searching for more clues in the area as Diana kept sight of the overflowing Rukh from the next obelisk.

Hyperion noticed that even when he called out to them, not one would even react to him or his motionless body. Typically calm in these situation, he would attempt to create his diving bell. The slime bubble would offer protection as he saw the changes in his surroundings. He braced his arms up as the walls began to cave in on him. Was it his worst fear or just his imagination running wild in this life or death situation?
'Imhotep...?' Could he be responsible for this? Had he joined the Black Spiders?

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His companions’ efforts would come up without any fruit to bear. Even the surrounding cages were empty save for dried blood and chains. The only thing that becomes clearer to them is that they were in the midst of an empty market, helpless to restore their leader to normality.

The walls around Hyperion continue to shrink around him until his elbows bent tight against his body. Slowly, yet gradually it goes dark. The solid wall turns to cold metal bars pressed against his palms. His wrists would feel heavy from the chains weighing down his arms, ankles sore from tight, rusted shackles. No longer wearing the clothes he once was, he found himself naked save for only a cloth to cover his waist.

Footsteps on stone sound in the distance, inching closer. A candle lights in the room, illuminating a small space in the room. There is a man with fair hair and piercing gray eyes standing near. He looks at Hyperion for a moment before strolling off to a darker end of the room. Without a doubt, he would be able to recognize the man as someone from his past. A man named Imhotep.

“It seems you are awake, Eight,” he says, moving to another side of the room. As he passes by a pair of cages, a soft wheezing sound could be heard. The cages beside Hyperion creak as they sway. Within them, two Imuchakk men resided. They were stripped of their eyes and their mouths are sewn shut. Even their bodies were wrapped in bloodied bandages.

Imhotep lifts up a metal tool in his hand and begins polishing it with a dull rag. “It is a shame they did not tame as easily as you captured them for me.” The object in his hand clicks and scrapes as he opens it, revealing a blade. “It seems the punishment you received for trying to run away was too harsh. You’ve been out for days.”

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Sasuke would get to work on posing as Hyperion, hidden as best as he could in this alley, perhaps hidong inside one of the buildings, as he took his make up, and wraps to become a suitable doppleganger. Diana would keep an eye out for amy stramgers or attackers as Manaka herself would lift and carry Hyperion to safety, as they would observe his body.

Seeing the hollowed out sockets, and mutilated bodies would send a shiver up his spine worse than any experience from his own experience in the lands of Imuchakk. The typically calm and collected Hyperion would fall to pieces before Imhotep. His shoulders slunk down and his palms up in complete surrender.

"It was my fault, Master."

His voice was quivering and tears rolled down his cheeks. Was this just the beginning of his punishments for his desertion?

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Noir and the company that followed would continue further to the nearest tower. Just as Hyperion had before, they would begin to feel the fog thicken around them. Every speck of moisture licked at their skin. It was hard to breathe.

Kamal looks around impatiently as they walked down the streets. The scenery around them was ordinary. Most buildings were small, seemingly vacant. Eventually, they would hit a fork in the road. One lane leading to a market and the other into a thicker fog. For a moment, Noir would notice a large figure appear within its veil, much taller than any ordinary man. It is familiar to her, like the ghost of an old friend. A strong force pulls at her heart, beckoning her.

But before they could press any further, he stops her.

"Wait. Before you run off, you should think about this. Something isn't right here."

In a fragile mind...

There was little resistance in his body as they carried him to safety. As they lift him, he goes limp; his eyes open but not responsive to anything. It was as though he were in a dream, trapped within the confines of his mind.

Imhotep runs the tip of his finger along the edge of the blade. His blood beads at the incision, streaming in a single path down his hand. He dabs it away with the cloth before bringing Eight into his vision. He stares for a short time, his features rested in a flat expression.

“You will receive no pity from me.”

Each step he took towards Eight was in perfect tempo. They were practiced, methodical. “It seems I must take measures to ensure your loyalty. A shame. You showed such promise.” His hand is placed upon a small lever. All Eight would hear is the rattling and grinding of chains as his cage was lowered to the ground.

Now, he was face to face with his former master. Even so, everything about him commanded dominance. There is a glint of softness in his eyes as Imhotep reaches through the bars to cup his face in his hand. The remnants of blood on his thumb smearing across his cheek. “You were my favorite pet,” he muses, his words sweet on the ears.

The cage door opens with a loud creak, eliciting the wheezes to become louder— almost moaning in dread. In the darker end of the room, the cage begins to rattle but Imhotep pays it no mind.

He moves his hand from his face, down around his neck, then glides his finger down his chest. Leaning close, he locks eyes with Eight, pupils constricting tightly.

“I wonder… which body part do you need the least?”

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Eight's scarlet locks would hide the tears from the corner of his matching eyes. The Fanalis wouldn't be able to meet Imhotep's overwhelming gaze. His eyes would continue to look to the floor even as Imhotep would grab his face until his hand came into view against his chest.

Eights punishments had been severe at first until he had earned his masters trust. But breaking his trust by not returning after going to the lands of Imuchakk was unthinkable. In his years under Imhotep's thumb, no one had even accomplished as much as running away from him.

Noir Ecryola

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As expected, no one was there as well in the path that she chose. She wondered if most of the citizens got out safely from this cursed town, but she also feared about those who didn't make it out...did they die... or did they get trapped within this strange fog...

Her legs would keep moving though and her head would turn left and right once in a while before she focused on her path that was laying in front of her. Haku would also examine any interesting thing that they could find as they walked together as well. Then both the girl and the loger would stop when they reached a fork in the road with one lane that had the similar thick fog welcoming her and the other would be clear enough for Noir to assume that it was leading to a market. However she would notice a giant shadow, a familiar figure that made her eyes widened… but she kept quiet as her eyes kept staring towards the shadow, as if she was waiting for something, wanting to figure out who was standing there within the fog. Until Kamal snapped her out with his words, stopping her and warning her.

“...Right…” Noir would respond to the man’s advice, “...let’s go to the market then… I don't feel comfortable going the other path…” Her voice almost sounded like a whisper, but it would still be audible for Kamal, however it was as if she was lowering her voice to avoid being heard by that large figure. Was it guilt…? Was he even alive…? She didn't know and she… didn't have the time or will to deal with that for now. It would be wiser to avoid the thick fog to be honest, because that had a malicious feeling…Not only that, now that she knew breaking the pillar would help to reduce the fog, it made her assume that encountering it or even entering it wouldn’t be a wise option..

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In a fragile Mind…
The slaver would grin as he could practically taste the fear coming from his pet. “Now I hate to do this to my favorite but if I don’t set an example then others will want to do the same.” In truth the man did enjoy every second of this. He would walk away going to a fire pit in the corner picking up a large knife that had the blade resting in the flames. The blade was white hot and shimmering from the waves of heat that exude from it. If hyperion looked he would see several blades on the fire in case the first one got too cold.

He would go back up to the boy bringing the knife up to his chest. He would dig the tip of the blade into his chest dragging it down cutting his chest. It was deep enough to draw blood but due to the temperature of the blade it would sear the cuts leaving bubbling flesh where the blade was. He would repeat this before carving the name Imhotep into the slave’s chest. “There, that way if you ever try to escape me again you will always have something to remember that you are never truly free, that you are always mine.”

Market Place…
Noir would find herself in the center of a market, the same one hyperion was previously in. She would find it devoid of people and littered with various mundane items that would be common in a market like this. If she looked she may be able to find the companions of Hyperion in a nearby alley. Soon though, she would notice that the market was surrounded by a thick fog similar to the one she avoided earlier. It was as if the fog was trying to stop her from advancing, to drown it in its darkness. She could rather face the unrelenting fog or search the market and the buildings encasing it. The fog seems as if it is enticing the magician to enter its shroud.

On the edge of a forest…
Menat had went to follow Noir and Kamal but would find herself becoming disoriented by the fog and soon find herself in a place that did not resemble the desert city of Zahid. Instead, she would see massive trees encompassing the area around her. The air had a familiar scent to the young woman who had become a tree herself. The air, the trees, even the sounds of the animals all would make her think of home, Merridia. In the distance Menat would see a small girl, clearly from this country, wave for the woman to follow before turning and running deeper into the forest of trees.

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Restricted in his bondage before his master, Eight was only allowed to confirm his submission. The heated knives were familiar, how they were used similar to his own Ember. The spiderweb scars on his back were created by this method. Surprisingly, there was no fear, only surrender and resignation to his fate... No matter how he screamed, cried or begged, things would only get worse for him.

Eight would wince, trying to swallow down his screech of pain as the red-hot iron would pierce and brand his skin with his signature. The slave would bow to his owner with an air of gratitude.



Eights companions would guard him to the best of their ability. Manaka grew worried as Sasuke would draw his sword. Diana would keep her senses sharp to be able to warn the others if someone approached.

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"...no one's here too." The magician would speak to Kamal, "What was it like here before all of this happened?" She asked out of curiosity, her eyebrow knitted due to the intrusive thought she was having at the moment. The girl with the hair as dark as the night would look around, avoiding to examine anything that didn't look eye catching to avoid repeating the same mistake.

It felt weird but she had a strange feeling, it was more like a hunch but... well, she better try to find out. "Haku." She called her beast and the latter would respond with a soft growl. "You have good nose, can you help to track one of the people who came with us earlier? Anyone can do." To be frank, even if she thought she was capable enough to stroll on her own (plus Kamal and Haku), she thought it would be important if she can reunite with the other as well... Everyone got too scattered, she guessed and the strange feeling coming from the fog kept sending a chill to her spine, like it was a bad thing.

So instead confronting the fog, she felt it would be better to search the market and the building as well, perhaps she could either find someone... or something, hopefully another clue.

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In a fragile Mind…
Imhotep would just smile as he watches every small movement of his slave. He found great enjoyment in the complacency of Hyperion, he had seemed to completely accept his reality as a slave and his property. He would go and grab a short handle axe before returning to his prisoner. He would look at Hyperion with a sad smile on his face. “I am sadly going to have to make an example out of you, make sure that you are unable to run away again.” With this he would raise the axe and bring it down on his left leg. It would take several, agonizing  strikes before he removed the leg, going to the next one. Once he was done he would cauterize the wounds so that his property would not lose too much blood.

Market Place…
As Noir searched the market, Haku would sense people nearby. These people would be familiar as some of the group that she was with earlier, Hyperion and his posse. They would be in a nearby alleyway that was on the outer part of the market square that she was in. Noir, searching the market would be able to sense the similar presence she had felt from the obelisk and orb she had found before. If she follows it she would end up finding half of a cube that was the same size as the orb pieces from before.

On the edge of a forest…

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As Haku sniffed a scent of someone familiar, his first instinct was to take a peek. Once his eyes found out who he found through the scent, the liger will quickly go back to Noir.

Meanwhile, the black haired magician found something unexpected.  In her exploration, she found another piece of orb that should be another part of the one they put on the pillar before. "Kamal, here is another one..." She would say to the masked man as she took the orb before showing it to the man. The girl would hand the orb to Kamal if he asked for it and she would notice Haku coming back to her.

The liger would give Noir a gesture,  signaling that he found someone.  So without delay, the magician decided to go meet this person, hoping that they were okay. "Let's go, Haku found someone." She said to Kamal before rushing, letting Haku to lead the way.

If things went smoothly, Noir and her group would find familiar people. She recognized them as Hyperion's group, but her eyes would quickly found their leader and it seemed the rest if the group was circling him, as if they were protecting him. "...something feels wrong..." She said to herself but it would be audible for Kamal to hear as well.

She would carefully step closer to the group, "Hello, what is happening?" Her golden orb would keep its gaze fixated towards the seemingly 'empty' man.

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Menat could have sworn she had followed along behind Noir. She was practically positive about it even. Yet at the same time she couldn’t believe the sight before her as she stepped through the fog. To begin with she was no longer in the company of Noir or Hyperion, she was once more on her own. She would have been able to handle that issue without a second of worrying. Instead she was no longer in the more tropical desert, never mind the abandoned city they had been exploring just prior, and instead found herself off in a dense forest. She recognized the forest too, a feat that shouldn’t have been so easy for the young dungeon capturer still in the infancy of her life as an adventurer.

She had somehow returned to her new homeland of Meridia, the very nation her mother was still putting the final finishing touches on when she departed to offer assistance to this desert city. The air tasted exactly as she remembered as was the same situation with the scents of the land. “This is impossible.” She exclaimed to herself as she continued to study her surroundings, swiveling side to side as she stood in place. She dared not take a single step in any direction out of precaution that some trap would be sprung or some hidden enemy attack. Her eyes would land on a figure off a short distance away. It was a young woman, at least from where the Flora Princess could see from.

The girl appeared to be one of the citizens of Meridia, given her style of dress, and seemed to be waving at Menat. She seemed to want the First Princess to follow, waiting only a few moments before turning and heading off deeper into the forest. It was confusing and disorienting for Menat to be certain. She still couldn’t figure out what had happened where stepping through some fog had transported her back to her home, or where Noir and her partner Hyperion had disappeared to that resulted in her being left to her own devices. Her lungs expanded greatly before releasing a calming breath as she produced the tuning fork of clearly Kinan origin. The fact that she had her metal vessel with her was enough to remind her that so long as she had that she was never truly alone. In a way she now carried who could have been considered a second mother figure, or third if she were to consider Bast to be one, in the form of Ipos who now dwelled within the dagger sized object.

With a nod as if confirming to herself what her decision was Menat made her way for the young girl.

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Hyperion irked out a twisted smile of disbelief, starting from the corner of his lips. 'He wouldn't dare ruin the best merchandise he had, right? No way...' As Imhotep returned with the axe, Hyperion couldn't even bring a word out until the last second. Midswing, Hyperion's survival instinct kicked in as he screeched "NOOO-OAAAAHHHH!" As the curved edge dug into his thigh, he would try again. Trying to put his hands up to stop him, "STOOO-AaAAAaAaaah..." His panick turned to pain as the blade cut through the meat and muscles, severing the nerve ending.

The overwhelming sensation knocked him unconscious, unable to even realize the cauterizing of his own leg.



Diana would quickly notice Haku and knew who was coming next. Sasuke would bow to Noir as she arrived, while Manaka's eye lit up, recognizing her as the one who took her sibling and was also in the raid with her master. Manaka went to go give her a huge hug around her tummy.

"He's... not doing so well, and we don't know what happened."

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In a fragile Mind…
Imhotep would just listen to Hyperion’s screams as he removed the slave’s legs. “If you had just done as you were told then none of this would have happened. Do you think I like hurting my merchandise? If I had let you off the hook others would begin to get bright ideas as well. Just like your parents.” With this, the two caged figures that were hard to see before became clearer to see.

In front of Hyperion were his parents in small, cramped cages. They were in a similar state as the first slave hyperion saw. Their eyes were now blank, empty sockets that were staring directly at their son. They tried speaking but only a groaning sound escaped as their tongues had been removed as well.

Market Place…
Kamal would look towards her as he was searching some stands himself. “Hmm let me see it.” He would say as he took the half of the cube, examining it. “You are correct, good job. Now we just need to keep an eye out for a second piece of it, and the object it goes into.” He would say before following her.

As she got up to the group she would be able to feel that something was wrong with Hyperion. She would be able to sense that he was under some kind of spell. “This looks similar to what I have seen others go through here. This fog is messing with his mind, probably making him relive something traumatizing from his past.” Kamal would say as he observes the unconscious man.

On the edge of a forest…
As the meridian daughter returns home, to the familiar scent of her home she would find another scent that was heavy in the atmosphere, smoke. As she finds herself getting close to a clearing she would begin to see a orange hue in the distance. Once out of the forest she would see her city and country up in flames.

Buildings and trees were burning and she could even see several bodies that are running and screaming. There was a revolting stench that only comes from burning flesh. If she would go into the city she would find the girl that she followed. She was impaled on a spear looking at the princess as she coughed up blood, reaching a weak, shaking hand towards Menat.

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Noir bowed towards Sasuke back and she would give Diana a silent nod to greet her. The black haired girl was a bit surprised that Manaka went straight to hug her and told her that Hyperion was not doing so well. "I see..." She would say with a rather stoic tone, but in exchange, she gave the girl a warm hug and a stroked her hair caringly. "Kamal and I will check on him, okay?"

The magician would listen to Kamal's word, although her eyes would not sway away from Hyperion as she tried to tell what was happening to him. "Is there anyone who managed to break free?" She would step closer carefully, wanting to examine the man closer. With her experience and knowledge of magic, she would be able to create one assumption. "Kamal, he is...under a spell. The very same magic that created the fog. Good thing we avoided that fog..."

As Noir carefully inspect Hyperion, she was able to think about how to help him... Well, she didn't know if her idea would work but perhaps Kamal can give his input. "Since the pillar from earlier helped to clear some of the fog by using that orb as the medium... Maybe we can use that orb to him." She crossed her arms as she thought about one more possibility, "If that doesn't work, maybe we should bring him closer to the pillar after all and see if we can help him by using the activated pillar... if that doesn't work either..." Noir would frown, this option was not a vert best one... "Perhaps quickly finding the orbs to activate all the pillars would work."

The magician will wait for Kamal's input, meanwhile, she would lift her hand carefully. She would bring her hand closer to touch Hyperion's head, wanting to examine him more.

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The crippled spider would nod meekly, biting down on his bottom lip as he held in the sounds of his pain. Tears ran along his eyes, as he understood that his master wouldn't damage his merchandise unless it was absolutely necessary.

However, when Hyperion saw his parents... the ones who had named him Hyperion Tol Baelsar, there were even more intense feelings. A hatred for his Fanalis lineage that superseded his obedience to Imhotep. Their incompetence was the reason for his slavery. Their moment of passion was the reason for his existential suffering.

Even as they groaned without tongues, Hyperion tried to rise to his foot, stumbling at first. Lifting himself with his arms, struggling against the chains that gripped the ankle and his wrists. Baring his teeth and growling, fully directed at his progenitors, as if he were still a Fanalis.



"Really!? You're the best... take care of him again for me."

Manaka recalled the events of how Noir had took on the dark metal vessel users, and event that was too much even for her master, but soothed by the gentle caress. The white-haired girl now attached to Noir as her child, and watching her every move to see what she would do to solve the situation.

Diana and Sasuke who were standing like a wall before Eight, would part ways for Noir and possibly Kamal. The Kinan shinobi would be on guard of the guest, not knowing if he was at fault for the situation, being particularly weary of the stranger. Diana, on the other hand, listened to Noir's words. Being able to see the rukh just as she did, she seemed to come to the same conclusion. "Yes, I think those are all great ideas." Filling with hope for Eight's returned health.

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Menat swallowed her fear, physically and metaphorically, as she saw the site waiting beyond the forest. Of course she hadn’t needed to see it before she could tell something was wrong. The air had been tainted with the scent of smoke that only extended beyond the actual substance on the winds. A substance that now, as a plant, was unbelievably better for her than she could have expected. The smoke itself was horrid of course but filtering it out and absorbing the carbon dioxide it produced helped her feel full of energy. Another wonder of her new body she supposed. But no matter how much of a silver lining she found in the biproduct of the smoke it wasn’t enough to contain the nightmarish sight awaiting her.

Her home. The one her mother had worked so long and so hard to build with the aid of all their people. It was going up in flames right before her very eyes. The young girl she had followed through the forest had seemingly vanished yet others had come into view. Bodies littered the streets, some still burning away like logs in a hearth, and others simply smoldering corpses of residents no longer part of this world. Not all had yet passed as the eldest of the royal children caught sight of very lively people this way and that while they too caught fire or attempted to put out the flames enrobing them. It was almost enough for Menat to fall to her knees right then and there. Almost. Yet, despite how she remained standing before the terrifying scene, she knew one thing above all else. Her people were strong.

This disaster, if it were even truly happening, would not hold them back from their paths forward. They had endured far greater hardships and nightmares before her mother had liberated them, before they had banded together into a new nation, and it had lead them to exactly that. Their own home and their own futures to grasp. It didn’t mean Menat was going to simply sit back and allow her people to suffer in such a way in the very home they had helped one another build. Gone were her worries of how she had gone from a tropical desert city back to her home in the plains. Now was only her desire to act. Sprinting into the blazing city she would find her desires to help her people hindered by her new body.

It was clear she hadn’t take into consideration that fact she was now virtually plants given human form and at the end of the day fire was simply her most natural enemy. Frustrated that she couldn’t offer the aid she so desperately wished she could Menat wracked her mind in an attempt to figure something out. She had left her father’s gauntlet behind so using its water to put out the inferno wasn’t an option and none of her other tools or even her basic supplies would be able to produce any kind of liquid that could help douse the inferno. If she was truly home she could only think of making a mad dash to the palace in order to obtain her father’s gauntlet as well as the aid of her family and their forces. With clenched teeth , or at least they would have been if she had any still, she found herself turning her back on her suffering people in order to make a dash for the palace.

Another downside to her new form was that she now lacked the amazing speed she did as a Fanalis. If she still remained of her mother’s kin she wouldn’t have felt so furious about abandoning her people as she would have been able to simply race through at top speeds in a flash, maybe even stir up enough wind to blow a few of the fires out in her wake. Yet she ran no faster than a normal human now that she had this “immortal” plant body. Her hustle to the palace was cut short as she stumbled across the very girl whom she had chased through the forest to begin with. If the people on fire hadn’t been horrific enough the girl’s fate had proven to be even worse. A spear anchored her to the ground as someone had impaled her body with the weapon. She remained alive for the moment but seemed to be in clear pain as she weakly reached out for her Princess. Silently it was all Menat herself could do but to reach for the girl’s hand in return, everything else having abandoned her mind altogether.

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In a fragile Mind…
The cruel slave master would laugh as he saw Hyperion take out his anger towards those that brought him into this world. His hatred towards his own kind was something that Imhotep took great pride in, the slave’s resentment and anger was probably the slaver’s best work yet. Soon after growling at his parents and the images around Hyperion would become murky and begin to fade as Imhoteps laughter rings in his ears.

The man would open his eyes to the site of the dark hair magician touching his face and a crowd of eyes on him.

Market Place…
Kamal would shake his head at her questions, “I have not seen anyone wake from this myself and life magic seemed to do very little but maybe clairvoyance or something similar could help.” As soon as noir touches the unconscious man he wakes up. Kamal would let out a soft chuckle, “looks like we don’t have to worry about that.” He says as he looks at the party “well now that’s solved lets fine the obelisk shall we?”

On the edge of a forest…
As menat goes to the side of the girl she would realize that the dying girl was familiar to the princess, it was one of her siblings, one of the twins. Menat’s sister would look up at her older sibling with blood trickling down her mouth, “W..where were you sister? Y..you could have prevented this if you d..dint leave us…” with this last few words her hand would fall as the body goes limp.

All around the princess she would begin to see similar faces among the bodies she walked past earlier. They were all her siblings that she had grew up with and loved, all dead or dying at her feet, just like the rest of her country. In the distance, further in the city, sounds of fighting could be heard.

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Aroused from his nightmare-filled slumber, the intensity in his eyes matched those from his dreams; hate and anguish filled him and was expressed throughout his fate for a second, only to realize that he was surrounded by people who cared for him. The magician was touching his face, there was only one thought. She must've spared him from those memories... but the damage was done, psychologically. Hyperion would step forward to give a hug of gratitude... only to stumble into Noirs arms.

He couldn't feel the bottom half of his leg, grasping at it. It wasn't there!? His eyes dived to see what was going on... His leg was there, but there was emptiness. It was worse than having a numb sensation to the extremity, it was a phantom limb.

Hyperion bit his lip, holding back his actual emotions as he tried to process what had happened. Could those terrible experiences been more than just dreams?


Manaka would rush to Hyperion's leg, instantly able to tell that something was completely wrong. The worry on her face in the form of furled brows and a pout as her eyes began to water, but keeping her best brave face.

Diana would quickly proceed to cast a healing magic spell on Hyperion to fix the situation, and keep everything going as normal, taking time to prepare the spell.

Sasuke would keep an eye on Kamal, evidently suspicious of his behavior, just as any trained shinobi from the Kogata clan would. Standing by his side, listening to his every words, and seemingly beginning to emulate his behavior and even the way he walked.

"Guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I think he's right, the faster we find the obelisk, the faster things will go back to normal." Eight was supporting a small amount of his weight on Noir, holding her tightly. Manaka giving his leg some support with her strength.

Menat

Menat
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“No.” The one word was firm yet somehow still spoke of how shaken Menat felt as she took a step backwards from the young girl. Questions of where she had been pressed heavily on the eldest Princess’s shoulders as the visage of Mirna, the elder of her two younger sisters, reached her hand out for Menat. If only for her final moments as her body fell lifeless from the spike run through her body. One more step back from the corpse of her sibling rewarded Menat with the feeling of what was undoubtedly a living creature’s limb. Moving her foot away a rapid shift found her staring at yet another lifeless body belonging to that of her several siblings. It was enough to make her take stock of the other people around her. She had noticed them while chasing the girl from the forest, the one who had turned out to be Mirna, but none of them had been so identifiable at that time. Now they all appeared to be her siblings to such a degree that she could instantly tell them apart from the rest of the burnt out husks that were former Meridians.

Her first reaction was to fall to her knees, clear green fluids bubbling to her eye sockets at the sight before her. At the realization that she could have saved them if she hadn’t left at her mother’s request. The sudden thought of her mother snapped her out of her rapid decent into horror and despair at the sight before her. If her siblings had all met their ends in spot then where was their mother? Or the watchers they were assigned when Menat and their mother were both unable to watch them personally? Then it came back to her on how the burning people had been simply that as she chased the girl. Burning people unable to be distinguished from each other. Even the girl had lacked the key features of Mirna when Menat first gave chase to her. Her siblings were far too capable to fall victim to something like this. Her eye sockets narrowed as the bark covering her face cracked. Veins of glowing green energy pulsed and surged through the vines forming her limbs and hair as her hands crushed into fists full of soil.

“SHOW YOURSELF!” She roared as her vines stabbed deep into the ground, snaking all through the soil before erupting around her like a frenzied floral hydra. “HOW DARE YOU TRY SUCH AN UNDERHANDED PLOY AS THIS! COME OUT NOW AND FACE ME!”

Magoi: 360/360
Stamina: 175/175

Notes: Menat is enraged, actions are simply flavor text.

Noir Ecryola

Noir Ecryola
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Noir frowned at Kamal's answer, but what happened next was unexpected but it was rather a good sign even though Noir wasn't sure about what helped the man to wake up. "Hyperion?" She would call the man's name, but he weakly stumbled in her arms. She swiftly used her strength to keep him from falling, worried about the man. She wanted to know more but something must have happened to the man while he was... unconscious, as if he was just woken up from a bad dream.

When Kamal suggested them to find the obelisk, Noir would nod, agreeing to his suggestion. It seemed that Hyperion had quickly grasped the situation and was able to understand what they had to do. "It is best to not separate from each other.... but keep this in mind, avoid the fog at all cost." The magician would keep supporting the man as she gave additional idea, "But there might be a chance that someone else is here, so we can find the obelisk and maybe try to rescue one."

She would look at Haku, giving him a command, "You did a good job, Haku. Keep trying to track other people." The liger would be happy to receive a praise and he would let out a soft growl. He was more than ready to use his nose once again and if fate let him to find other people, then he shall follow it.

"Are you alright? What happened to you?" The magician would ask the man she was holding, curious what made him conscious because Noir swore that she didn't do anything at all. She had a theory that something might happen within Hyperion's mind that forced him to wake up. Perhaps it was a really strong feeling, a strong trauma that was powerful enough to break him free. But if that was true, then maybe outside force would help as well.

Then Noir would remember something, she could use some help from her fellow magician. So she turn her head to see Hyperion's companion to ask for her assistance, "Miss Diana, since you are a magician as well, you can help to sense something similar with the cube. Even better if you have affinity to clairvoyance, you can help to find other people as well."

If everyone was clear enough about the goal, Noir would begin to move while still supporting Hyperion.

Solomon's Proxy

Solomon's Proxy
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United Forces…
Along with the psychological trauma he would feel a dull pain in his chest. If the former slave was to look at his bare chest he would see his ex master’s name still carved into his chest. It would be a strange site to the man whose body was now made of slime. It may be possible to remove later but for now it served as a clear reminder of his passed and the man who Hyperion will never truly be freed of.

Kamal would notice the unblinking gaze of the man who was with Hyperion, he did not like that look. Kamal would clear his throat before speaking. “Hmm looks like there may be something psychological that is making the man not feel his leg. Perhaps caused by the spell you were under. Pray tell what did you see?” He would speak as they made their way to the next magical marker.

As the group got closer they would be able to see a large dark structure just like the one they found in the market. However, as they neared it the fog would thicken all around them, preventing them from advancing. “Well, well. If it isn’t a familiar face, its been ages.” These words would come from a voice that was all too familiar to noir that was accompanied by the laughter that still rang in Hyperions ears as two dark figures began to form in the fog, this time it was not going to let them get away.

On the edge of a forest…
No one would answer the shouting warrior as she calls out around her, the sound of fighting still loud and distinct in the air. Suddenly there was a shout followed by what seemed like an explosion of dust near the princess that was joined by the sound of a crash. About 5 meters away from Menat was a large crater that would be covered in the cloud of dust. Once the dust settled it would be another familiar face, the queen, her mother.

Merrze was equipped for full battle with her djinn and her items, her beasts were no where to be seen though. She was bleeding heavily and menat could tell she was missing an arm. Soon she was surrounded by 3 shadowy figures that carried the same presence as the King’s Candidate. Within a single moment Menat’s mother was impaled by three blades simultaneously. She would watch as her own mother’s life is extinguished right in front of her eyes by 3 figures she did not even know.
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Shishi

Shishi
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Diana would cast the healing spell on Hyperion's thigh, but Hyperion didn't feel better. There was still a piece of him missing... what good was it to even hire this woman? She had not produced results at all, a constant disappointment. While Noir was providing useful information, to avoid the fog.

"Yeah lets find the obelisk." As they would search, while Hyperion travelled with the aide of Sasuke and Manaka despite his limp leg. "Thanks for asking, Noir.... I just saw an old face... but I guess it was just magic. I wouldn't worry about it." Diana nodded to Noirs words

As they finally found the obelisk and the fog cluttered around the object... the voice was unfamiliar but the voice semt shivers down his spine and burning in his chest.

Noir Ecryola

Noir Ecryola
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"...an old face..." Noir halted herself, those words from Hyperion definitely rang a bell. The figure she saw from earlier, an old face. "Hyperion... did you dreamed of your past? A particular part of your past, the one that you want to forget." The magician could feel her body trembling as she asked the man that question, wondering what kind of magic would be strong enough to recall one's past and trapping them in it, rendering them unconscious. "It feels like nightmare..." She mumbled, audible enough for the people within the group to hear her. Her voice was shaking, but she would take a deep breath to calm herself down before she continued walking.

Along the way, Noir couldn't help but trying to think what kind of magic had been causing this situation. From what she knew, there was a hint of light and strength magic within this strange spell. But one that could saw people's past, it would be no other than...clairvoyance. Even if she didn't have affinity towards that type of magic, with her knowledge, she knew very well of the function of clairvoyance. Light magic was the best type to create illusions and... strength magic helped to solidify the illusion. It was a simple math, add clairvoyance alongside those 2 types and voila, you will be able to create a solid illusion of someone's memories.

Just as she want to address this matter to her group, she would hear a very similar voice. She would notice that they were all surrounded by the fog, she would also see the obelisk nearby. Although, the caster of the magic must not want them to advance towards the structure... preventing them from marching any further. She gulped, not bothering to answer the voice. But she would use the time to explain to her group, "Whatever appears from the fog, they are not real. They are solid illusion of your trauma made from light, strength and clairvoyance magic." The magician would step forward, putting herself in the front line as she waited for those two dark figures to step forward from the fog. "I don't know how to counter the magic, but if somehow any one of us affected and got unconscious, wake us up at all cost, use violence if needed."

Now she just had to brace herself... she was not alone, yes, she had Haku beside her and the staff of storm as her reminder of the truth. That man's legacy...

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