The heat of the desert known as Tantari is great. Just traveling through the vast sands can kill a man. Any man.

And still, there are safe spots, such as Tantari rock, a stone that holds many secrets, such as the Dark armies main fortress and base. A single entrance leads to the interior of the carved rock. Within lies the main chamber, well build and holding at least two secret tunnels. One leads to a great treasure, while the other leads to a horde of nightmares, an army with more than twenty thousand strong beasts. Any Hylian knights that ventured anywhere near this rock in the recent months were killed quickly and efficiently, so that not even their bones remained.

Noone must know of this base.

Today, the sands howled in tornados. And many monsters watched the base, in case a knight might slip in through the storm.

They don't need to worry.

Directly inside stands a lone figure. Tall as an armos knight, in the shape of a man, old beyond belief, a nice, long, gray beard flowing down to his chest. He wore a brilliant red set of robes, slightly hiding his alliegance to darkness. Believed to be the strongest man in the dark army, though not bothering himself to lead it. Jormund Gobi.

Why was he alone? Anyone could try and assasinate him, poison him, crush him with rocks. He did not need to worry about such trivial attacks. Why would he need to? It is obvious simply by being in the same room with this man. His power is immense. His right hand can flatten mountains. His left foot can sink continents. Those are the rumors told of this man. This demon.

One can feel it. The pressure in the room is so vast that it feels almost impossible to breathe. The walls, twenty feet away from where he stands in the middle of the room, look as though they are about to crack under the sheer power emminating from this being.

It is common knowledge why.

A hundred years ago, this being did the undoable, and entered the pits of darkness through sheer willpower. There, he came across a sleeping Armaggedon, who will not awaken until it is time for the world to die. There, Jormund immersed himself in the shadows, and the darkness, and assumed the true form of his people. Then, he snatched away a fragment of Armaggedon's power, and fell further into darkness. Afterwords, through will alone, Jormund pulled himself from darkness withought being consumed by it, a feat rarely seen. Through this, he experienced much pain, and countless deaths and rebirths. His body was shattered apart, all for the sake of getting his power.

Power that, eventually, he would need to pass on.

That was history, however, and this is now.

Minuets ago, Jormund recieved word that Sovelis, a dark General, had spoken with Zooborak, one of the goldforce wielders, and a traitor to Ganon, one of the triforce wielders and one of the two men ever to defeat Gobi fairly.

Jormund now waits, he waits for Sovelis to return. He was quite mad.

You wished to see me, Gobi?

Just like before, when the Tempest had first come to Tantari Rock as the newest general of the Dark Army, a doorway of shadows apeared on the far wall, allowing Sovelis to step out into the rocky interior of the Fotress that housed the army. He had no cloak on today, but his black robes seemed to be embroidered with golred thread along the seams on the arms and the heam of his robe. "If I have done something wrong, then tell me. Otherwise, leave me to my studies please." he said, his voice calm and colected.

Gobi did not move even the slightist, though he smiled inwardly. The being waited for Sovelis to approach, and then turned to face his fellow General. Jormund opened his aged eyes, to stare down at Sovelis, who was only half of Gobi's size.

"Why, I ask..." He said. "Why, of all people, why did you go to Zooborak?" The general of darkness frowned, as his power was released slightly. The walls began to crack, and it was obvious that it was Gobi who was keeping the ceiling up. The man quickly brought his hand around Sovelis' neck, and brought the tempest up to eye level.

"A hundred and more years, I have lived. I served Ganon until his fall, and after that, served the shadows in hopes to revive him. I understand well enough, you want power. Zooborak, however, is a traitor, and is not to be met!" The man said, dropping Sovelis. Darkness began to lick at the tempests feet.

"You say you desire power to return home. Wouldn't it be much simpler if you could simply take the power for yourself? Come, tempest, take this power." Gobi said, touching Sovelis on the forehead with his pointer finger.

Instantly, streangth spewed through the tempest. It was immense power, larger than any force Sovelis has encountered. It was as if the cosmos themselves were Sovelis' playthings now. He need not worry about anything. With this power, he could overcome any opposition. This power was overwhelming. So much, in fact, that it threatened to choke Sovelis until he was nothing more than an invincible, mindless, beast.

And just like that, it was gone. The surge of power returned to Gobi, from where it orriginated.

"Power is not something for you, boy"

Sovelis just looked into Jormund's eyes, his own gaze wavering and faded. "Y-you...your power is just like his... Vile and infinate... your soul is no longer that of a man anymore... Your a demon!!!" he spoke with a slight slur, due to the damage that Gobi's power had done to the Tempest's body. Blood had begun to dribble from the corner of Sovelis' mouth, and from his left ear.

"I didn't know of any of these things until I meet Zaboorak earlier. If I had, then the meeting would have not even taken place." he explained, his face strained form holding back the pain. "If your going to kill me, just do it already... Otherwise, put me down, please..."

OOC: My writing's off today, so excuse me.

And Sovelis is already on the floor. Heh, might as well change that.

IC: Jormund's powerfull hand let go of Sovelis, and he let the Tempest fall to the floor. The man once more stood tall, and glared down at Sovelis with what could be seen as contempt. "A . . . Demon, you say? How correct of you. Everyone in my tribe is a descendant of demons. We are the true natives of this land, having lived here countless centuries before the Hylians appeared. It was them, do you not know, those Hylians forced us to take a shiekahn form." Jormund stood tall, and his power began to seep into the room.

"Yes, our true, proud ancestry is that of demons! We were not always in these pathetic forms! All I did, of course, was re-take my old nature, the nature that the rest of my tribe had forgotten!" Gobi said loudly.

The behemoth turned away from Sovelis, and walked a bit towards the secret tunnel.

"Do you know . . . Kasei also did something similar to this. On the very day he gave up his dignity by becoming a servant of the gods. On that same day, his soul was ripped apart, and reformed into the man you see today."

"Of course, not all of Kasei returned to his full body."

Gobi returned to face Sovelis, kneeling down so he was on eye-level with the Tempest. "You remember as well, don't you? An alternate timeline, with alternate versions of ourselves, ended by a god? You met him, didn't you? The fragment of Kasei's soul that claims to have been from that timeline? It takes on the appearance of the other Kasei, and remembers the timeline because Kasei does not! Those memories were wished away from him, a hundred years ago, when the timeline ended. It was all restarted from the begining! Much has changed. I can warn you now, though; that abnormality is not from the alternate timeline, though it remembers as such." Jormund finished, standing again.

He looked down at Sovelis. "You . . . I assume you know of the heartless?" He asked.

OOC: The last part is only for flavor, don't answer it if you don't want to.....

Without even looking up, Sovelis nodded at Jormund. "A Heartless is the darkness in one's heart given physical form and mass. I have fought them before in my travels. The barrier that keeps me trapped here is what keeps them locked out of this world. I could not be made into one once, becase my darkness is not my own." he did not try to stand up from the place that he had been dropped, knowing that his body would not support his weight. "D-does this mean...that Arrika could become what you are as well?"

Sovelis did look at Gobi now, his eyes not seeing anything but the demon before him. "Your people must have had a good reason to cast aside their powers. To gain Humanity... and to earn a place amung the other peoples of this world. They wanted to be accepted... But you threw that away for this power you wield now. Why did you do it? Why did you cast it all aside?"

Gobi shook his head. "No, I have seen the girl, and she cannot gain this power, witch I myself could not obtain until I completely immersed myself in darkness. I have this tremendous power because I did not become a heartless." He said, facing away from Sovelis.

"As I said, my race took the form of the shiekah, only the form. We are not true shiekah in the fact that our ancestry and rites are different. We became this way, became mortal, for one reason; people will fear what they cannot understand. That fear turns to hatred, and discrimination. My ancestors believed that simply becoming what they were not was the only way out. They were wrong. We still faced discrimination from the Hylians, and our numbers dwindled. Only a handfull of us remain, now, i'm afraid, and you have personally met a half of the entire remaining population of my people. Kasei and Aria, Myself, and a man named Tatsu Hitsugi. These are the only ones left, thanks to those Hylians!" Gobi said, the cracks in the walls growing with his anger...

"So you are one of the few of your own kind left? Then I can understand you a little better. You are fully aware that I am the last of my Order? That my own brother is trying to kill me so that the Tempests will be no more?" Sovelis stood there, bracing himself mentally against the outpouring power that Jormund was exerting upon the fabric of reality around them. "That is sad... but I cannot fully understand what it is like. I am a Human. Our kind are scattered across the infinite number of worlds of the multiverse. I am alone, and yet surrounded at the same time. An alien and yet amung kindred."

The Tempest wiped his jaw with his sleeve, and then tried to wipe some of the blood he felt trickling down the side of his head from his ear. " But I have already tied myself to Zaboorak. He thinks that I am some ignorant pawn... I will use him and the Hakiem Tribe. Once they have served their purpose, I will dispose of the Zora in a very painful way... I might even take his Goldforce Powers for myself..."