It was cold evening, the red sun was slowly disappearing in the horizon shrouding the air in twilight.
Azador wandered the long streets of town looking for a place to stay the night as usual. Hiding in his cloak he looked around, he noticed that the alleys weren’t crowded as before everyone was hiding from the cold evening breeze, only a few people could be seen most running at home or at a random inn.
The mage headed down to town square slowly, he had no rush. When the first star appeared floating in the sky he had entered the heart of the massive castle town. He felt like a midget in the deserted square, in the background he could hear the moving water of large fountain which stood at the center.
He was surprised to hear anything at all. This place was always full merchants and travelers. Raising their voices but never had he hear natures sounds in a place like this. Even the cold wind felt very gentle around here.
Azador stood there for a moment thinking…. But in a second he could feel the wind die and the water stopped flowing.
“erghhh…” Azador stepped back a few steps…he seemed be surprised…or afraid or either both. On top of the fountain floated a shadow looking closer you could see it was human.
It was a young man with long black hair that hung over his shoulders, his eyes were blood red that shone in the darkness. The shadow only floated there with a large smile which showed his unnatural white teeth.
“Is that you Azador?” The man shouted.
Azador just looked at the man and was silent…he noted the man’s black jerkin on it stood strange symbol radiating a purple glow.
He knew that sign it was his master’s….
“Lost your tong?” he continued still staring at him with that awful grin of his.
“I just decided not to talk to wortheless people like you” The mage replied trying to sound as confident as possible.
The man nodded and his smile disappeared.
“You have not changed much, have you?
You came here to find peace with yourself, and yet you’re an adventurer fighting monsters and sorts for money.” Spoke the man as he lowered his position so he could nearly touch the ground.
“Is something wrong with that!?!, Sitlan?”
“I suppose not….” The man muttered.
“Now…state your business or are you only here to talk, because I have other things to do then chat with the likes of you?”
“..ah yes straight to business I like that, Azador, why can’t we just be family? Like me and Edward.” Sitlan hit the ground and approached the mage slowly.

“first of all keep Edward out of this, and second we are not family! Now state your bussines or I’ll burn you to ashes!” The mage readied his staff and lunged it forward in the the direction of the man.

The man laughed, a wicked laugh as expected from the likes of him.
“… alright, no need to get mad.
Well.. master Miguel wishes to speak to you, although I know you don’t want to see the man again after what he has done…but he ordered it.
You can either go freely or I’m going to drag you to his place.”

“I

will

not.”

The mage muttered loud enough for the stranger to hear.

“The answer I expected….then….I’ll make…you!”
Sitlan dashed forward and azador fended him of with his staff.
He felt steel pushing forward. Azador didn’t even see him draw a blade.
The mage could not hold much longer he almost cut trough the wooden stake.
“From havoc and chaos”
“From the suffering of a thousand souls”
“I here by call forth the darkness in the land”
“To destroy all those who oppose”
Jormungand!

An orb of black energy appeared in his left hand, and within a second he unleashed the spell’s true power as a large black tentacle bashed the man away.
It dissolved as sudden as it came.
And Sitlan was thrown back to the other end of the square.
Although the large force that pushed him away he stood up again.

“well well…you certainly have grown more powerfull.” He uttered
“yes adventuring makes ones body strong” The mage simply replied and threw his damaged staff away.
“hehehehe! This is going to be an interesting fight!” The man shouted.

OOC: Sorry kasei, Sakiko I'm not going to continue the search for Azador topic. I'm trying to find a way to make my story work on a diffrent way. But please repley I have putten a hour work on this.

Twilight.

The soilders had dissapeared for the night. They were too busy guarding the walls in case of an outside attack. They prayed that they need not worry about intenal assaults.

They might just be wrong.

It was not Kasei Dornmos Gobi who stood on a nearby rooftop; he was also busy planning for this war. No, the being who gazed down at the two figures was none other than Kairos, the man who can see all possible outcomes. He stared down at the two men.

He stood silently, in the shadows of a chimney. He was muttering softly to himself. "Azador Greenfield. Sitlan. What is their connection? What does he mean by 'family'? Did one of them wrong the other in the past? was there conflict? Will it be resolved? Am I too take part in this? I would like to know all of these things, my third eye!"

A small crease appeared on his forehead, underneath his scarlet hair. It widened out as it opened. Kairos' third eye appeared now, staring strait forward, and percieving everything concerning this battle; all that would happen if Kairos joined Azador, all possibilities if he would ally himself with Sitlan. Even if he stayed out, all of these futures played themselves in front of him instantly. He saw them all. He chose the one that seemed easiest. He already knew he would do it.

His third eye narrowed, and closed. Kairos stepped out of the shadows. He was not in the Gobi clan by blood, he was, in fact, a human. He had none of Kasei's powerfull abilities within himself. However, Kairos did have some abilities that Kasei could never possibly obtain. The man looked down upon the two.

"Azador. Greetings. I do not believe we have introduced ourselves before." He said, his third eye unseeable. "My name is Kairos, I am a freind of Kasei's, and, to an extent, I suppose I am yours as well; Kasei would never forgive me if I did not aid you." He finished. He lept down off of his rooftop, a good six yards away. He walked towards Azador, a pair of thorned brass knuckles in his hands. They seemed to be flowing with electricity. Kairos now stood next to Azador. "So....shall we begin?"

"You have friends?, now thats curious" Sitlan chuckled.
Azador simply turned and nodded to the stranger.
"A friend of Kasei?, right on time...I'm Azador greenfield.
I do not wish to involve many people in my personal problems, but you are welcome to join the fight...as it will over soon anyway." The said the wizard trying to ignore his opponents last quote.

"Over soon!?!...THAT"S RICH!" He heard on the other side of the square.
"Now little magician and the other gentleman to the right, I’m going to show you a little magic trick."

He held his blade up high in the air.
Godsof thunder and lightning grand me your celestial power!
To judge those not worthy for thy might!
Come now Mjolnir blade of a thousand volts!

A sudden lightning struck trough the cloudless air hitting the blade of the sword.
The man let out another wicked howl.
"Now we fight!"
He dashed at Azador again but was stopped in midair his blade trying to cut trough an invisible barrier.
Azador had stretched his hand he had put up a protective spell.

"Let's see how long you can last!!!" The man yelled.

OOC: Kasei?
how am I doing?
Is it bad?

OOC: it is great, Jarod! You simple need to work on paragraph formating, is the only issue I see at all!!!

IC: Kairos dodged to the right as Satlin came at them. Dispite the knuckles, he was not a physical fighter. He used them to channel power, like now. He pulled his left fist back, and then swung. A blast of water flew out of his hand. It turned into thousands of needles, and shot towards Satlin, eager to pierce him. At the same time, Kairos brought up his right hand, and drew a tornado in the air, slowly making it faster.

OOC: You might think I post so little because I don't care . Actually....I would like to post to your topics, but there's only ever one at a time.

I guess that's okay in itself, though, you're only concentrating on one topic at a time!

Azador was trembling under the pressure of Sitlan's attack, his blade glowed yellow of electric sparks. Azador tried to say something but couldn't the force on his hands were tremendous, his power was anything like he remembered, he must have trained all day long on master's vision to aggieve such a power in two years of time.
Suddenly Sitlan's eyes turned to the right, his grin disappeared and in a second he turned around quickly creating a small wave of energy pushing Azador away.
Sitlan was to late he tried to fend of the needles of water with his sword but even he couldn't block that many at a time.
"aarghh" He yelled, a random needles cut through his face and others hit his legs.

Azador stood up after being blown away still a bit dizzy he looked around, seeing his foe standing there with a few bleeding cuts. He was calm, not as Azador expected.
While his sword still being unusually active unlike it's user.
It looked like he was drinking something with a certain uncomfortable way.. then he swallowed it.
He took a deep breath and began to speak:
"Sweet..... one of those hit right in my mouth, I guess I'm lucky I have mouth of steel,
but even that didn't stop it..."
His eyes looked around to Azador.
"MAKING ME TASTE MY OWN BLOOD IS A BIG SIN!!!!
And now your little friend has to die!"
He stabbed forward with his blade making the sparks grow even larger.
"Now I'm going to let you taste you're own blood too!"
With quick slash he unleashed a wave of energy straightly heading for Kairos.

OOC: Thanks Kasei, I will try to keep it mind. Although I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong.

OOC: I was wondering why you weren't replying to this and I realized something: I Forgot to reply

IC: Kairos stood and smiled as the wave came at him. He was calm even though he was almost doomed. He was calm for a good reason, too; he foresaw what was going to happen next.

From a nearby alley, a figure dashed infront of Kairos; the Lightning Thief, Denkou, who held out his right hand and absorbed the oncomming wave, letting the energy flow into his body. "Heh, nice piece 'o power you got there, 'innit?" He jeered, before bringing up his left hand and launching Sitlan's energy right back at him, in the form of a deadly lightning strike.

"What is this!?" Could Kaluuk utter before his own energy was being reflected to him.
"GaaaH!" The Thunder strike hit him with full force. He could feel the electricity going through his body, he could not resist to such an overwhelming power and was simply being knocked back and crashed into a building.
Just seconds after the large blow the area impact was surrounded in a layer of smoke that made it impossible to see what had happened to the young man.

Azador could only look at the event that happened before him. He did not know these strangers, only Kairos by name, but they certainly were powerful...did they need him for something? Why would they ever help him like that? Those thoughts crossed his mind.

His eyes glanced to the thief of thunder that unleashed that powerful attack.
He was certain he had seen the man before, but he could not tell where or when.
In an odd way it reminded him of when he first had seen Kasei, as a little kid.
His memories were to vague of that time…was that man also in league with Kasei?”
"Who...Who are you?"

OOC: I don't mind Kasei, I'm happy that I can continue this little event.[/i]

Denkou looked at Azador as the mage stated a fool's question. "What? You have a huge fight in the middle of town, and you think noone's gonna notice? I'm actually supprized more people haven't appeared yet, where the hell are the RG?" He complained. "But, if ya really wanna know, mah name's Denkou! Lightning Thief! You can get all your autographs later!" He said cheerfully, as Kairos slapped him on the head. "Noone wants your autograph, you fool."

Azador nodded. "I see, mister Denkou your help is appreciated." The mage replied formaly. He had no intentions of having a conversation in the middle of a fight, he could ask his questions afterwards he thought.
A sudden sound woke him up from his thought. The clapping of hands.. slowly getting louder like someone was applauding. It came from the layer of smoke that was slowly dieing.

"Interesting power....very interesting. It was able to absorb even my blade casting powers and reflect it." Sitlan's voice echoed through the square, the dim figure of him appeared walking through the thin layer of smoke as a black shadow.
"I do not know why you are helping this young man, but you are meddling with my affairs! And I don't like that at all! Therefor I will show you the true power of a blade caster!" The man roared, in an instant the fog disappeared around him like being blown away by force, now revealing the brused and scarred Sitlan, his clothes overrun with blood.
At his back the wall was crumbled by the huge force of energy.
Air began to distort around him as he was charging his powers to the fullest.
"STOP THIS NOW!" Azador yelled his eyes shone full of rage.
"I don't want you destroying town square just because of me! Tell me what the old man has to say, Sitlan!"

"Owh...he just wants to ask you if you wish to join him again, your lessons are not over..and you are in grave danger if you continue this way." Sitlan said as the air around became calm again.

"I think I have made myself clear last time I talked to master, I have no intentions on joining his moron brigade again. However, what is this 'grave danger' master spoke of ?"

"I don't know...it had something to do with that curious bard person, Miguel couldn't stop worrying about him."

"Kaluuk!?"

"yup...that's the guy."

"Rrr.. Is he here?"

"no clue.. could be.."

"I have to find him! Where's bastard is hiding?"

"You have other worries I'm a afraid...hehehe."

"What do you mean?"

An evil smile appeared on Sitlan's face.
"First we send Edward here to find you, but he did not return so master and I decided to go ourselves. And I have not come such a long way for nothing!
Master punished me enough for my 'laziness' I will show master what I’m capable of by defeating in battle! Miguel will finally see that I'm the greatest of the three apprentices! HAHAHA! Now taste my power!"
Needle rain!
Shards of lightning rose before him and with a simple gesture they rushed forward in the direction of his foes.

Both Denkou and Kairos were silent as Azador had a little chat with his old buddy. Both were slightly confused, though they didn't show it.

However, as soon as Denkou saw the lightning, he had the largest grin on his face. Instantly, he flew forward, and absorbed the attack again. "Dumbass." He jested. "I manipulate lightning and energy. None of these attacks will ever effect me."

Next he gathered power to his legs and drew his shortsword. He flew forward at his enemy, intending to take his head.

"You are blinded by your own power that you can simply not see the truth!" He laughed.
The bolts of energy that he had unleashed just a second ago were actually needles empowered with the strength of light. By absorbing their power the man had not absorbed the matter of these weapons thus being hit in process.
Sitlan saw his opponent rush at him with a weapon, but the pain of the needles will quickly come to him.

OOC: A trick eh?"

Denkou stopped in mid-leap to discover that his arm was impaled by a bunch of needles. His face was in a form of comical pain. Still he was moving forward, now enraged. He jetisoned the needles using magic, and raised his sword. "You are SO ducking dead!" He roared, as he aimed a clean slice for Sitlan's head, the power of a lightning storm powering it.

"What! me dieing on this age? I have better plans mister Denkou!" Just before the blade could hit his target Sitlan said three simple words. Armor..of..Air The flashing sword stopped in the air just before him as if being blocked by invisible wall.
"Woehoe..That is entertaining” Sitlan said as he put his face right in front of the blade that tried to cut open his flesh. "I've been chanting this spell all the time...it was quite hard to do actually, but now I’ve got all the time I need to prepare your doom.

"but can it take this!"
Jormungand: Free energy! And yet again Azador summoned his famous spell. The large tentacle bashed forward and tried to bash open Sitlan's safe haven. But was stopped by the wall time and time again.

"As you can see Azador even your spell has no use against such a high level protection spell! HAHA!" Sitlan proclaimed while he did stand back like he could still feel the pressure of the attacks.

Denkou was now on the ground, weakened and bleeding due to needle-related injuries. However, his comment earlier regarding the royal guard was not far off the mark, apparently; on the rooftops, hundreds of bow-wielding soldiers were getting into position, all they were waiting for was the permission to fire from their commander, Kasei Dornmos Gobi, who had appeared in the streets below behind Sitlan.

"My my, aren't you just a large troublemaker, eh?" The Rebel Flame inquired, before raising his hand. "I'm not going to give you time to pray for forgiveness. You chose death as your fate when you harmed my subboordinate and tried to injure my freinds." He stated calmly as an orb of darkness materialized in his hand. "The Dark Continent." He spat ominously, as the miniature ball of darkness flew forward. It would not matter if Sitlan threw up a shield, the orb would go through it and continue until Kasei deactivated it. Now Sitlan needed to dodge, or face unnecesary and agonizing pain.

Of course, if he dodged, he would be at the mercy of the Hylian Soldier's arrows . . .

"Another weirdo?! Why can't Azador fight his own battles!?" Sitlan said 'welcoming' the newcomer with a disdainful look. Seeing the dark orb come closer to him, he prepared his body to escape at the right time, while making a plan to deal with those pesky archers.

It happened in a matter of seconds but Sitlan's special training by Miguel made him used to
situations like this. His heartbeat calmed ..his muscles tensed...he could see the orb approach slowly like time was playing tricks on him. He could feel the energy approach.

Just right before the missile was able to hit it's target, He nimble dodged it by jumping to his right. He could feel the power of the orb passing by disintegrating just a small piece of cloth. Now in the air he quickly turned to his opponents with a malicious grin on . The archer prepared to shoot, but before they could Sitlan uttered just a few words: Flame lancer!"By just pronouncing those single words, many flames bearing the shape of a lance appeared before him that without any warning began hitting the archer's on the roof keeping them distracted. He ten swiftly landed on the ground and unleashed the remaining lances on the group before him with a simple .

OOC: Edited lol...hope ya like it.