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The Searpent is Perfect for us. For the first time Within the Histroy of the Tsurani Code, the houses are clear, gone, clans, also gone. Yet Strangly, the fight still continues. I am Malien, the Empress of Lessir Tsurani and The EverQueen, Ruler of the Elven Forces. None hold more man power in the Everkingdom then I. Yet, I feel more is needed, not because I desire power, but I have forseen it, the Searpent, if not held in check, will crush everything before it. Thus, I have gone into study of an old form of magic. It is called the eight powers of Tsurani, this form has been, under study, infused within this power. She has given the tesimony that since the falling of the old ones, the power has disapeared. But, apon a Seer power, I know for a fact that The powers will return, and keep the Searpent in check. How? My power has been proven before, and it will be again. This report will be updated. This I promise.

She was right. Softy, a tear opened in space. It was tiny, no larger then a few atoms across. But through it seeped a power. A strength, any with the sense would know it was there, for it moved through space with huge amounts of Magic Residue. It moved, softly, yet extreamly fast. Amazingly fast it reached the Planet of Kelawan. And Junri smiled, they had returned.

It moved towards an unknown to all, a small blue figure, desised by maddness. He smiled, amazingly, the Eight powers had their first disiple, Haraka.

Starved, wounded and barely alive, Haraken's mind was all but destroyed. He was once the leader of a rebel army that nearly dominated Qakukaki. But Tomas had crushed his mind, driven him completely mad. However, fate hadn't finished with him just yet. Haraken's battered soul was touched by something beyond him. For the first time in five yers, he was thinking clearly. His shattered consciousness was being restored. His body changed too. His short legs became longer, his face more human. His arms grew stronger and less frail. Sleek, brown hair began to sprout from his bald Qakukakian head. Even his left hand, which he had long ago bitten off, believing it to be a giant spider, grew back. He was remade. No longer Qakukakian, but something greater. He felt the Eight Powers flow around him and through him, giving him strength. Haraka was born.

I'm bumpin' this.

Valiuna stood on the pole, his Short cut gold hair flowing in the wind. He was wearing green and white Cloths, and his eyes where on the horizen before him. And out of no where he felt a chill, before his understanding came. He droped off the pole and walked off, leaving the stuned elves behind him.

I'm taging it.

Haraka stood atop a high rock, surveying the rock-strewn, hilly plains that stretched as far as he could see. Short, knobbly trees, caves and shallow ravines dotted the landscape. In the distance, he could see the buildings of Qakukaki's capital. He had looked at this place many. many times, but this was the first time he had truly seen it. Haraka had been to hell and back; back to the land he didn't realise he loved so much. Only those who had stared death in the face truly knew what it meant to be alive. Haraka closed his eyes and felt the energy around him. Whatever it was that had saved him hadn't done it for nothing. It needed him. He had a debt to repay, and he intended to. He opened his mind to it, letting it fill his thoughts. It stretched out his awareness, until he sensed what was happening in all of Qakukaki. He felt the heartbeat of every Qakukakian, every tiny beetle, every plant and animal, and even the land itself. He felt it pulse through him, thousands of lives, all moving in perfect harmony, every one a part of an endless dance, beautiful in its intricacy, yet perfect in its simplicity. He felt the hearbeat of creation, and it was at one with his own. Slowly, he oponed his eyes and the power left him, his awareness flowing back to himself. He knew what he had to do.