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On the shore of Northern Tersanctus, standing with the wind blowing his trenchcoat, stood Edmund Dantes, Executor of all Tersanctus and her colonies. Holding his custom-made Katana he stands with his eyes closed, meditating.

Standing opposite him, with white robes, and pupiless eyes, is Khas, the Greatest Templar to ever live, Immortal and Wise Khas went down in history under many names, most notably and Khas the Undying. He had lived over three thousand years, granted life eternal by Kungshao, the Dragon God of War.

He too held a sword, but rather a broadsword reflecting the elder days of the Templar Legions.

Waiting several tense minutes, both men simply held there position, until Edmund opened his eyes, and came in with a vicious downstroke to Khas, which Khas easily blocked and began to give Edmund a series of Jabs and Thrusts, which Edmund blocked, but hardly with the finesse that Khas had.

"Your getting better, Edmund. In days long past, I would have made you my star pupil. But remember, mind in the present, you are far too distracted today. It muddles your concentration, making you more likely--" Khas finally catching Edmund's open area brings a vicious blow that stops barely an inch from his neck. "--to make a mistake."

Khas brought his sword down, and sighed. He was of course speaking an ancient Dialect that was dead for Hundreds of years, Only a select few scholars and officials , and Kungshaoist Priests spoke. Edmund was taught it growing up, and ever since Khas revealed himself o Edmund, he had plenty of practice.

"What is wrong Edmund? Clear your mind of whatever." said Khas

"Khas, it is not the war in Al Anbar, nor the Attack in Drakonia, or even the FKC Negotiations, but something is troubling my mind of late, something.......Dark. I sense conflict on the Horizon."

"Yes, I feel it coming too, young one. All the more reason, you need to have a clear mind, to lead your people through the coming darkness, You have the United Emirates to lead as well. Do not assume you are either alone in this or that life will be free of storms."

Edmund looked up at Khas, his blank expression and pupiless eyes would always make him freak out just a little. But still, he had he Wisdom of Ages on his side. His 'Special Advisor' as it were.

Edit: Changed the title to reflect the new direction of this RP. Edited title again.

"After all, remember, Panic, fear, and anger, are all enemies that serve only to worsen a bad situation. Tell me what do you feel? What troubles your mind?" asked Khas.

"I sense,.....that something I did or am responsible for, is coming to claim some karma.....I think it would be wise to recall the reserves,...just in case." replied Edmund.

Khas looked at Edmund and slowly nodded, obviously formulating some scheme in his head.

"If something comes for you Edmund....remember those whom you love and trust..Do not forget that Alyssa Drake, your beloved, loves you more than you could know...." stated Khas.

Edmund simply looked up at him, smiled, twisting his katana around in the wind, both men Edmund dressed in black, and Khas in white, looked rather dramatic with thier respective trenchcoat and Robes just flapping around, and a wave crashed on some rocks, the sound and the salty smell filled up Edmunds senses,...Lord how he loved the beach.

Edmund tossed and turned in bed that night, he had dreams of so many different things all at once, there was blood, and war, and love and happiness. He dreamt of being in the middle of two polar opposites at once, and yet being perfectly balanced. He than remembered his conversation with Khas that Morning, If something comes for you Edmund....remember those whom you love and trust..Do not forget that Alyssa Drake, your beloved, loves you more than you could know

He than remembered that he never told Khas of Alyssa or his love for her. But that was the strange aspect of that Immortal, his ancestor, he knew more than he let on.

Dantes...

A voice suddenly cleared the chaos that was the current dreamscape of his mind.

Dantes...Hear me,....

"Who is this?" Edmund cried out in his sleep...his mind completely clear.

Dantes...you are my of My blood, of my kin in your realm,...soon you will be the incarnate.

"The Incarnate?" Edmund asked...unsure of what that meant.

"Answer me! What is the Incarnate? Why am I to be it?" he screamed

Edmunds answer was only a split-second Image a a Great Dragon face with eyes that burned through his very soul.

He awoke with a start, breathing hard, in a cold sweat. Unnerved, he reached for his ciggarettes, and lit one. He sat up in bed and blew out a stream of smoke and than flicked an ash into the ashtray by his bed. He put his hand up too his head, trying to think about the dream that was so clear to him, and the face of a Dragon that he saw..

Am I losing it?He thought to himself.

Edmund wasnt sure what to make of his dream, or any of what was going on in Tersanctus, or abroad. So he went on a website under an anonymous name, and just simply asked to find out the meaning.

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one more bump for the night, if noone joins I am going to sleep!

Tag, this looks interesting. IC post may come after I too have had sleep.

strange can you feel that, a presence... it is strange something is stiring. Hmm

The young Farseer was alone, as yet unanouced to the world at large he was new, and undergoing the last of his tests before he rose to the title of Farseer. The mediatation was deep, and in it he became one with the infinty circuit of his people, deeper than anyother could go, only a Farseer could while living, become this much a part of his peoples past, and future. The voices of the Farseers gone spoke to him, and guided him, a Mon-Keigh was reaching for knowledge, and in it, a future would come to pass. Normally he would ignore such as this, but... perhaps he could provide answers, and guidence.

The test would soon be over he had gone as far as a farseer could go, he was one. Now would come his first action as a Farseer...

It was a simple enough matter to respond, the gate to Earth was open, and a transmission easy to place, soon he was on what they called the Internet, and responding.

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Username:- Guidence.

Seeker what do you wish to know?

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[code:1:af7dcaf892]Guidance:What do you wish to know?[/code:1:af7dcaf892]

Edmund stared at the screen, he was unsure of what to ask, as the moment became very surreal to him.

[code:1:af7dcaf892]Seeker:I'm not entirely sure, My dream was very chaotic, both deestruction and rejoicing, and a feeling I was somewhere in between the two, in a state of Perfect balance, than suddenly I was completely clear-minded, and remember every detail as though I were awake. A voice called to me by name, and said I was its kin in this realm, and that I would be the next "Incarnate", though I profess that I dont know what that means, when I asked for an answer, the only rhing that happened was, that for a split-second, I saw the face of a Dragon...a Great Dragon, and its eyes were intelligent, and I felt as though they saw into the deepest part of me...that when I woke up and came on here. Do you know what any of this means?[/code:1:af7dcaf892]

The young Farseer smiled as he read the details, an interesting story, a challange for his skills, a chance to prove himself without risking the Kionash, his people.



Seeker interesting, I will read your dream for you, understand I can give but a simple reading from only this dream, and the answers I give may lead only to other problems. Know also I shall give the reading first in my Peoples tongue, although it is unlikely any you know can speak it, translations often miss other meanings and I would not deny you any shred of information that may aid you.


he sat now in mediatation once more and slowly his own runes floated around him, using the dream as a guide he directed himself down the strands of fate and smiled.



'Ue-Kian So Ue-MauIstar Sol, Offig Ish-soue-Kian Siel. Kiona Man etal-Ifiath. Unan, Kionash Kion. Kuram soue-Shiasta Idainn oiche Tuisich-Novasmair-Tesstrassa'

In the tongue of my people LamEldaran. In your Tongue the closest Translation I can give would be:-

'The Flames of the sleeping one, reach out to the Flames of today. Friends are hurt and the Darkness comes. Choices to be made, a nation to be reforged. Dragons of the past come to guide the chosen of the day'

I hope this has been of some aid, Seeker.

Edmund blinked,...so this was an Elven Person, he had heard of there powers and such. And the language was unmistakeable, he didnt spek it, but he had heard the refugees, and now full citizens of Tersanctus, speak it.

[code:1:ff0441a618]Seeker:Yes, I will try too interperet this message as best I can, I understand that you cant reveal everything. Certain parts of it already make sense, others do not...I thank you again, Guidance. I fyou have need of anything...[/code:1:ff0441a618]

OOC: :Tag: Just to read... won't join in, unless you really, really want and can wrap this up really quickly.

You seem to be doing a good job on your own, though.

I'll make an IC post, though.


IC:

Alexander woke up. He sent a thought out to his sword. Blade?

The demon yawned, and responded. Yes, Alexander?

Can you sense it? Something is happening...

I know. But let us return to our slumber...

[code:1:3686e7e207]Seeker:Yes, I will try too interperet this message as best I can, I understand that you cant reveal everything. Certain parts of it already make sense, others do not...I thank you again, Guidance. I fyou have need of anything...[/code:1:3686e7e207]

Guidence: Strangely I do have a request, my position in life is new, and I have much I wish to examine before I am entrusted with my peoples future. The Ones who have gone before directed me to this problem, I think maybe I am supposed to stay with this matter a while longer. If more information is needed ask I shall give it, all I ask is to be told how things proceed, to allow me to gain a little practical experiance of what I have been taught.

OOC:Roania, there is no problem if you wish to join, as far as my nation goes, this will be BIG. So this RP is not over anytime soon.

IC:
Seeker: Guidance you have my word, in truth this is something that is beyond my understanding at the moment, I feel....I dont know what I feel but whatever comes to me, you shall know. Yet there is something I cant help but feel...that the Dragon I saw was Kungshao. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=78753&highlight=) He is an Immortal Elder Dragon, that according to legends taught the people of Tersanctus, once known as Sanctus, a way to live. Most would believe this to be but legend, but I know an...Individual, whom is so extraordinary, he is my living proof that Kungshao is.

Miss Angel, as the number of people called her. Was sitting within one of the several shrines to the spirits. Though the primary worship in the nation was to some |_337 |-|4><><0|2 |D3/V6|_|1/V, she was not of that following. A smaller number were followers to the spirits of nature that existed in ever living object. Though she defended the nations religious beliefs rather strictly.

That head of hers was bowed low as long strands of blonde hair swept across the floor. In devotion to her following, her hair had never been cut for the whole of her life. It wouldn't until her 21st birthday that the divine beings would call for her to cut it off and burn it. She was only 17 right now. There was still 4 more years to wait on.

Long flowing black fabric of her robes decorating the tiles of the floor before she stood up to take to the door. Walking in her bare feet, she came upon the entry where her slippers were placed upon her feet and she walked from the shrine to the main building where her office could be found.

Walking through the halls she passed several shrine maidens, and warriors of the shrine before coming upon the office. Stepping inside, she sat down at the desk with the computer and logged online.


Log in Name: MM Angelique
Password: *****

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Username accepted.
Password accepted.

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Welcome Angelique.


From there she moved into a chat room, and laid her eyes upon the most intriguing of conversations, at least at their beginning.

"mmm...interesting..."


MM Angelique: Hello there room. Looks like I stumbled upon some nice finds. Sounds really interesting. I'm pretty sad I caught myself in the middle of it.

Edmund saw an Angelique post her dissapointment on the Conversation.

Seeker:No Problem Angelique, we were discussing a dream I had, its probably nothing.

OOC: DOnt worry Im not snubbing you, if your character 'feels' something going on with Edmund feel free to press the matter! :D

MM Angelique: Nothing's ever nothing. Anyways, it sounds a good bit interesting to me. Maybe it could have something to do with these wierd things I've been finding myself distracted by.


She leaned back in her chair, and frowned softly. Strands of silver-gold, that had gotten undon from the way her hair was tied back, fell upon the side of her face. The silky strands caressing her cheek while she shoved them behind her hair thinking to pull the pins from her hair to undo the style. It was rather frustrating to keep your hair like this, and seeing as she was one of the major leaders in her belief, as well as diplomat to her nation, Angel barely ever had much time to do anything at all.

"Miss Angel." Mr. Voice-in-a-Box said over the speaker phone that had once more clicked on. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Can't sleep, now go and shove your nose in someone elses business."

The click from the phone on the other end being hung up was heard while she began typing once more.


Angelique: Anyways, I like to help however I can.


Of course, I might want something back for it in the long wrong... She thought to herself.

[code:1:65bb7e4f7a]Seeker: Well, (Edmund proceeds to repeat his tale), and I am uncertain as it felt,...quite real....Perhaps the Machinations of my own mind, but I am uncertain as to what it means, and now I feel that Guidance has offered me a prophecy as to what, I also know not, but it seems to me, that my nation will soon be going through a Change...[/code:1:65bb7e4f7a]

Edmund frowned and picked up another cigggarette, he wondered if he was revealing too much, but he had too know what all this was..

Angel leaned back into her chair and pulled her legs up onto the seat and sat up onto them while chewing on her lower lip. She found herself thinking over everything he had told her, and wondered what little tid bit of advice she could come up with. Of course, she didn't know for certain if there was anything she could say that was the least bit constructive.


MM Angelique: Well, that sounds like a prophecy to me. I mean, I've been working a lot recently with the stuff--stupid duties--and those type of dreams can usually be associated with prophecies.


She paused right there as soon as the enter key was hit. Her heavenly blues staring blankly at the screen for a few moments before coming back to reality.


MM Angeliue: But, then there is the worse case where it can turn out to just be a simple little dream. I mean, if you watch to many movies and read to many books that can happen to ya. I should know, it happened with one of our prophets. Threw the whole nation into panic. Anyways, this doesn't feel like just any dream to me. Doesn't sound like one either.


She paused, hands frozen at the keyboard before beginning again.


MM Angelique: I say Mr. Zen-Dude is correct in what he says.


She chuckled lightly to herself once again before getting up from the computer to go to the wine cabinet where her drinks were. Pulling out a bottle of her red wine, she filled a class on the counter with it and went back to the computer to see if anything more was said from the other parties she was speaking with.

"Life's rough when you are restless. Things are so boring in this nation."

Sol awoke with a start. Sweating, Sol sat up on his bed. Wiping his head, Sol thought back to the nightmare that he had dreamt... Standing up, Sol turned on his computer and went online. Going to the MUD Forum where he was an administrator, Sol logged on...

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Edmund saw Omega, an Admin enter the chatroom; whilst talking too Guidance and AngeliqueMM. He didnt think anything of it as he continued with his pondering of the dream.

[code:1:196fa2ce1c]Seeker: So this Kungshao business, what do you make of it, Guidance?[/code:1:196fa2ce1c]

Weeks later....

Edmund had gone about his business as usual, making plans with Generals about the war in Al Anbar, and courting his new beloved Alyssa Drake. In fact that was all Edmund really cared about lately, seeing her each night, brought a new sense of purpose to his life.

On one such night the two lovers were asleep in bed together, and Edmund had nearly forgotten all about the dream. But the fading memory was not be lost to the flow of time.

Edmund slept fitfully, until finally he was there again. The place where he was surrounded by pure white light, and his mind was clearer than he could ever remember.

Dantes.....

That voice again....

Dantes.....

Calling to him....

Dantes.....

"I Hear You!!!" Edmund screamed.

"This is Kungshao? Is it not? What is it you want of me..? Speak my Lord! I believe! But what is it you want?"

"Dantes, you are my blood, and you shall be the next Incarnate...."

"You keep saying that! Reveal yourself to me! Tell me more!"

And as asked, The Great Dragon Face..and now body revealed itself to Edmund, seeming to float in a void of white light, the grey scales of a Dragon, hundreds of feet in length, dwarving Edmund to nothing, except that he was maybe the size of its eyes, staring a hole through his mind, soul, and psyche, it was like staring into the sun after coming out of a room with no light for weeks. No wonder it took its time in revealing itself, thought Edmund.

"KUNGSHAO!" screamed Edmund. "You are the..."

"Silence now, Dantes, time grows short, and you are not yet fully prepared. There is much to know and much to discuss."

"Anything, my Lord." said Edmund, full of Religious Ecstasy. Truly stupified by the Great ones revelation.

"The Land to the East, the Land of my Brother, Maelstryx, has felt the wrath of the fire of man. There is one like me who comes to destroy.."

The land to the east? Maelstryx,...Kungshao was talking about Drakonia, Praetor Augustus Drake and he had discussed this before,...some legend about the Drakonian Royal bloodline having the blood of a Dragon...

"Yes, young Dantes, it is true, more importantly, you have mine...only through those whom carry my seed, in your realm, may I be made manifest once more. The choice will lie on you, to be the Incarnate, or not, for since you Father has died, you are the last.[i]"

"And if I choose too, what becomes of me? What happens to Edmund Dantes the man?" spat out Edmund, unbelieving of what he was hearing. Moreso repulsed by the thought that he would house a Deity, if thats even what Kungshao was, within himself, and lose all sense of who he was.

[i]"You cling on to these notions of 'I am this, and am not that' too tightly Dantes. You will be, who you will be, we are our choices. And we can choose to lead our people through the coming darkness...your choice."

With that Edmund woke with a start, yelping out loud, he woke Alyssa, dressed in only her underwear, with mussled Red hair, she looked at him.

"Whats wrong, Eddy? Bad Dream?" she asked.

Edmund looked at her and than suddenly was startled...her eyes became that of Kungshao's, than Edmund remebered...she was a cousin in the Drake Family. Her Grandfather an Immigrant from Drako throne..so it was true...

"Nothing Babe, I guess I dont really remember it...we should go back to sleep..Im sorry I woke you..."

The ruler of the Pink Fluffy Bunny (such a ridiculous name in Miss Angel's opinion) had granted Angel some leave time from her diplomatic status to let her go on some supposed pilgrimage of some sort of another. In truth the ruler didn't even care much at all seeing how many favors Angel had done for the nation, and what she had done so far.

Of course this formal request wasn't made until Miss Angel kept to herself in the stone garden's for a day, staring into a pond. She hadn't slept for a while now, and a few hours on top. There were things going on somewhere else that were putting a death grip on her mind and strangling her rather tightly within their grasp just like a boa constrictor upon its prey. But yet she managed to survive it as the other workers amongst the shrine wanted to help their high priestess.

She took to wandering without any set direction. Her hair folded over once and pinned up using a plain black length wise pin, was made shorter to about the waist area, and she wore something a slot less suitable of her status like she would in the shrine. This dress was a black one with it's oriental influence shown in a more simpler modernized kimono style. It looked rather common-ish versus the royal appearing one she constantly wore. In truth, it was also far more comfy.

Of course, Mr. Voice-in-the-Box, didn't like Angel's planned wanderings. He said they were stupid and without grounds. But he shut up the moment Angel said something about some funnily named dragon. At the moment she couldn't recall the name, yet it had burned itself within her memory none-the-less.

"Miss," It was the lady on the street standing next to her. "you alright."

Did I space again?

"Yeah, I'm perfectly alright."

Liar

"Alright."

"By the way, could you tell me, where I am?"

"Terscantus ma'am."

"Terscantus...?"

Never heard of there, maybe the Pink Fluffy Bunny is just that horribly secluded from the world. Oh well, maybe I can undo that a touch bit.

"Yes ma'am"

"Thanks, I need to go and find some place to rest. Must be something of the sort around here."

Angel turned from the lady and walked off. Her head dipped low as her bangs fell past her face. Those eyes half closed while she stared at the sidewalk. She could already feel, once again, the lack of sleep catching up to her.

The figure alone stood somewhere. It could have been a desolace, a forest, a tropical island, but the location did not matter. The figure was hidden, wrapped in a green cloak, a hood pulled over his face. In one hand was a green staff. But, what he wore did not matter either. It was what he was doing.

He slept. He dreamed. He searched for the Dreamer, his Queen.

The Dream, swirled around him. It was colorful and chromatic, but dominated by green. To the simple mind of mortals, it was an alternate dimension or the space spanning dimensions (hyperspace); it was near impossible for mortals to truly understand what it was. There was no corporeal existance in the Dream, only magic.

His Queen appeared to the figure, known to mortals as the Watcher.

My Queen, he spoke, but he did not. The world of mortals has changed. The Titans have returned. I seek council.

I know, I have read the dreams. The voice (if it could be called that) seeped with power. You do not need my council, only my warning. It is your task to make the Decision.

Warning?

Kungshao, seeks the Incarnate. He plans to leave the Dream and return to the mortal plane as well.

The Incarnate. One of the Bloodlines? He was thinking more than asking. The Dreamer knew this and did not reply. I must speak to the mortal.

You will need the council of mortals to make the Decision. This mortal and others. There are those in the world that still remember our kind. Now you must go, for all the ages you have lives, time is no longer yours to waste.

My Queen. A reptilian-looking head inclined in response and then the Watcher was awake.

Augustus Drake, Praetor of the Imperium, second cousin to Alyssa Drake, strongest ally of Tersanctus and Edmund Dantes, stood alone on an empty feild. It was night and the moon shone brightly. A moon that was big, too big. Off in the distance an odd mist swirled, yet it only clouded the horizon not the bright night sky. Stars sparkled overhead.

Augustus looked up at the stars. Something seemed off, and then he realized what it was. Part of the sky had darkened, stars disappearing into blackness. The darkness seemed to grow and grow.

Then the Moon brightened, oddly. The light seemed to reflect off the far off mists. The light that was reflected seemed suddenly to colorful and chromatic, yet dominated by emerald green.

But the mists did not draw Augustus attention as the great darkness above him. The new light from the Moon and mists revealed the darkness. It was massive, beyond huge, simply massive. Sleek and elegant, sharp, dark, and grand. It seemed truly might.

A Great Dragon, one of the greatest. A black purple monster that rippled with muscle. It seeped greatness, power, and authority. There could be no other explaination. This was Maelstryx, the Great Purple Dragon, powerful as any Titan, any God.

The mighty Dragon hovered directly above Augustus. His wings beating down gusts of air as the massive beast floated there in the air.

Awe, that's all that it could be described as. True awe. Nothing compared to the majesty of this beast. Augustus was overwelmed by a fealing of awe that was undescribable in it magnitute. He want just to fall down in worship of this monster before him, but he could not the Dragonfear held him. He was as a grain of sand to this creature, yet it had come here for him.

Then the Dragon God spoke.

"You are of my Bloodline. You are Chosen!"

The Dragon God roared. A sound that blocked everything in it's might. It seemed as though, his earsdrums would shatter.

Augustus Drake sat straight up in his familiar large bed with a mighty start. He stifled the cry on his lips.

He was alone in the Grand Praetorian Palace. His wife Jolen Sutherland was in the capital of Tersanctus staying with Edmund Dantes. Safe away from the trouble that had plagued Drakonia, but that at least was over.

It was a dream, he told himself. Only a dream.

A dream that seemed real, far too real. A recurring dream, one that seemed to haunt him more, lately.

Augustus wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the clock, and sighed. "Might as well get an early start," he spoke out loud, to noone, but himself. He left to get to the various affairs of state that awaited his attention.

Hopefully, the dream would be gone when he finally collapsed back to sleep the next night. Hopefully.

As Edmund began to learn more and more about what Kungshao wanted, the more closed-off he became, he often simply locked himself in his office, with many ancient scrolls, dusty old books, and constantly searching online. He wanted too know more about Kungshao and what he wanted...but nothing seemed too help him.

Than finally one day Alyssa strode into his office, jimmying the lock, she would speak to Edmund, whether he wanted too or not, she was pissed, and the move very much in character for her.

"Who the HELL, do you think you are?" she screamed out loud, making Edmunds Templar Guards outside cringe.

Edmund looked up from his desk, and the sight of him made Alyssa flinch almost. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair an unkempt mess, there was at least a weeks growth of beard on his face, and the clothes he wore were wrinkled and stained. With a ciggarrette dangling from his mouth, Edmund mumbled something at her incoherently.

The sight was too pathetic for Alyssa, and her Maternal Instinct began too overcome her Anger, the Anger of him not talking too her, or anyone, for that matter, for days.

She almost laughed as she marched up too him, and pulled the ciggarete out of his mouth, and picked him up by his collar and shouted, Go to your Bathroom, MARCH!, Edmund was strangely compliant, and it looked as though he had lost weight,....

While in the bathroom, Alyssa did for Edmund everything he had forgotten to do for days, they both took a bath, whilst Alyssa shaved him, with an Old-style Razor. "Eddy, please talk too me, what is going on? Why are you secluding yourself from the world? And me?"

Edmund, with his eyes still a little red, looked at her pathetically. "Alyssa, if I thought that you would believe me, or if there was a chance that you wouldnt lock me up in a Sanitarium, I would tell you everything.."

She moved a little closer to him, the water and soap suds making a splashing noise, she kissed him slighty on the lips. "Edmund, you can tell me, because if you dont tell someone, at the rate your going, you will drive yourself insane." she said quietly.

Edmund finally broke down, revealing everything to her, the Dreams, the sight of Kungshao, Khas and his Immortality, her eyes matching that of Kungshao's, and his Incarnation, or the choice to become it.

After he was finally done, she sat there taking it all in, her eyes down, clearly thinking hard. He knew that she at least believed in Kungshao, being a Templar, but all this just might drive her to the brink.After a few minutes, she finally spoke.

"We need to talk to Praetor Drake about this, if all this, about the bloodlines being true, and you and me, and him, and the fact why all three of us, nay the entire Drake Family, and you Edmund, all have the same eyes,..and now that Kungshao is trying to make contact with you, Maelstryx may be doing the same thing with him. If he is, than your not insane, if he's not, than theres a slightly higher chance that your insane."

At this Edmund laughed, and embraced her, kissing her fully on the lips.

"Afterwards, well call him first thing." said Edmund with a sheepish grin.