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Watching the sword fall into the clutie well in this strange and unhospitible land Althea turned away and crouching to the ground, began drawing a symbol upon the ground.....

Once completed, a large twelve pointed star lay shaped upon the ground between them. Looking up at Cyrus with a look of trepidation upon her face she reached out and took his hand...drawing him into the star with one hand as with the other she swiftly draws a blade and slices it across her palm... watching as the knife traces a welt through her skin and the blood that wells from it watching its path as it falls through the air to the ground below..striking the ground in the center of the star....

*This can go wrong but its quick and ....relatively painless....*

Opening her thoughts to the dragon she focus’s on the beat of her heart, using their mental link she encourages Cyrus to do the same..wrapping his mind into a safe cacoon showing him what is needed.... picturing the flow of blood coursing through her body reaching each part. Feeling Thaleron sour into their minds as he had done so many times before, she felt him seep into her being and through into Cyrus. Using their bound souls he begins to systematically infringe on every part of their beings. She relaxes and allows her mind to drop away from her own control and into that of the dragons.....

Thaleron feels her releasing her hold on everything that she is assumes control over her very being. He becomes that which controls the beating of their heart as they slip into the realm in which he exists in physical form. As their mind slips into a dreamlike state they see through his eyes.

As she finally gives over her entire being to the dragon a shimmer appears around them which momentarily takes form, around them materializes a massive sleek form. Purple scales shimmering as the light ripples down his hide, ending in the long sharp tail. The massive head turns but a fraction, an eye glancing around in the sheer seconds it takes for the expansive wings to enfold their forms before the dragon, Althea and Cyrus vanish from sight and from Cornovii.

His vision a kaleidoscope of colours bombard their senses as they enter his realm. Feeling his powerful body, the beat of the massive webbed wings, seeing through his eyes as he scans the countryside below. Sensing other beings within this realm. This is neither a good nor bad realm but neutral and all that exists here does not favour life. A sensation creeps up from within Althea, infusing with her thoughts, her attention turning to a dark presence just outside of her vision but there none the less, her curiosity is held, steered by the darker parts within her being...

The experience over in seconds the dragon slams their mind and bodies back into one as he releases them through the fabric of his realm into their own. Their bodies deposited gently as the dragon unfurls his wings before de-materialising back into his own realm of existence; Althea collapses limply to the ground, Cyrus though disorientated remains conscious.

As he realises what she is doing, Cyrus grasps the pendant gifted him by Theo and calls him

*Theo, its time to leave,*

looking around he already can see the 8 ethereal troops, Shakiri and Parast moving closer to them, Shakiri and Parast move to his side and the troops await there orders.

*As you witnessed, there are those even in foreign lands that would see us murdered. Remain here and follow the factions. Keep a eye on the activities of the Wylde council, and Paris in particular* Cyrus spits at the names *scouts will be sent to relieve you shortly*

The troops pair off and return to thier ethereal form to watch the main factions of the land as they break camp and move about thier business.

As they shift from one form to another, the sensation becoming disturbingly familiar, yet somehow empowering as all become linked for a brief moment that could stretch for an eternity if not focused and guided. In that state, Cyrus again sees this darker portion shadowing Althea, he watches it and searches out the concious part of her to bring it to her attention, guaging her reaction......

Something within her seeks the dark presence here in this realm....a coldness rears inside her........

Moments before they enter their own realm once more...... Althea becomes aware of Cyrus attempting to gain her attention....

Her curiosity already held by this dark presence she is reluctant to acknowledge his demand on her...instead she seeks harder trying to discover the source and exact nature of that which resides there...a sensation...almost of recognition lingers within her......

Snapping her attention to Cyrus he see’s a part of her acknowledge the presence....an animated expression passing across her face....a smile on her lips..... before the dragon rears foremost to their thoughts driving the darkness away....leaving a confused look upon her face.......

As the dragon leaves them within their own realm Althea drops limply to the ground......... Senses reeling, her body weakened......... gathering her senses back within her own control...........

The Shadows around the area shift nd become Darker as the Bloody knight steps through to the realm of the Living. "Then it is time for me to follow you Cyrus .... It is almost time for my Return, and the worlds Demise ... " theo grins sickly as the skin around his eye's split and blood runs down his face.

Cyrus` grins at Theo`s words and his macabre appearance, the grins fades rapidly though as soon as he realises just how drained Althea is. The invocation she had performed seemed to have drawn directly from her core, leaving her weak and almost senseless.

With a rare show of tenderness he catches her before she falls completely, cradling her head for a moment before lowering it to the floor.

*Al? you there?* he enquires. Then stretching out his senses he calls for the General and the mare and stallion......

In this state..in this place her senses no longer under her control her paths of thought and memories become jumbled....individual minds becoming gelled into one.....

All their individualilities merged....a glowing light enveloped within a dark shadow...flames around them all.........

Her mind still between both realms she sensed the general instruct his troops...a shift in the shadow realm denoting their movement.........the steeds moving swiftly..gracefully towards them.......all of it flowing smoothly within the shadow realm.....

Theo's ethereal presense which she had encompassed within the dragon to ensure his safe passage shimmering darkly .......close by.....

A reluctance to reign it all under control to simply allow her to cease..a gentle encouragement to follow that path eminating from within her.......to become one with the realm they had travelled through......

A thought reaching out to her mind...*Al? you there?*....recognition....ravelling her mind up slowly pulling it closer to her...reclaiming what is her's she allows a small part to follow the question to its origins.....recognition and familerality growing as she follows it.......

Pushing away the darkness.....choosing to leave the shadow realm behind....

*Yes*...the thought brief.....with little strength behind it.......

Theo stands there, not seeming to care about much other then the feeling of being watched, his hands flex and relax as his body shifts and twists under its own power, not seeming to have any control or understanding of why its doing it.

"If she's going to be out for long it would be best if i returned to my Pendent and awaited your calling"

"you do that Theo, I think after that trick Althea needs some rest"

Resting her head on her pack, Cyrus strokes the hounds for a few moments before digging round in his bags, pulling out a metal tankard into which he puts some pungent herbs and tea leaves wrapped in a muslin bandage. Pouring in some water he cups it in both hands focusing on the new energies discovered within himself. As the water slowly begins to steam and then boil he smiles and sends a silent "F*** YOU" to the gods and powers that would try to manipulate him even when he had already agreed to a service.

Fishing the bandage wrapped bundle of herbs and tea out, he wrings them dry and stores them for later use. Sipping some of the brew, he offers the rest to a vaguely concious Althea as he begins to roll a smoke and thinks of what to do in the times to come.......

The pungent scent encroaching on her senses Althea she opens her eyes to find its source.....

Slowly sitting up she takes the offered tankard she sips at the contents screwing her face up at the taste...

Remaining silent....she can sense his agitated state.....*They’re coming*.......

An unguarded mind, fresh from the realm of shadows, open to anything at this time becomes the conduit for something dark to edge forward.
Exploring from behind the safety of the protective wall this darkness explores the mind now laying open and unprotected. Pushing at the dragon forcing him away to the very limits of his soul bound link with his knight a malicious laughter echoes across the bond.
Thaleron rages briefly before cowering back, reluctant to leave his knight unprotected he slams into Cyrus with force.
*Help!*
Continuing its exploration it swells as it finds the conduit to another mind it broadens its scope eeking across the link between two minds, pausing only momentarily at what it finds, it grows in its presense.
Moving swiftly it bypasses the mortal part of Cyrus going directly for the demon within him.
In a space of a few moments recognition takes place, fire and ice orbit each other in constant struggle, between them, extreme heat and extreme cold collide on the metaphysical plane, using the mortal mind as their confrontational ground they meet, producing a grey area, a plane of absolute opposites in combat, a borderland upon which two opposing parties may meet.
Seizing on the untapped power within the host their confrontation expands infringing on her being before an exceptance is found, a truce made.
Here resides a collaborator.
The cold darkness retreats to its safe haven acknowledging an ally as it closes the path behind it, a final insult to the dragon it attempts to swamp Althea's mind with its dark thoughts, its aim to leave the shared link between dragon and mortal muted.