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[Peps]

"Wow" I said, not sure which I was more amazed by, the Sabre or T-pots description of me. "T, come sit here," I nodded to my table "And bring the little sis and er, guys? What exactly IS a Soul Sabre?".

[Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison]

I couldn't help it, i gaped at the girl.

"Uh, Peps?" I began. "You know that dagger of mine? Changes to different types of weapons, has alternate reality me soul trapped inside, has lots of other neat things it can do?"

"Yeah," she said.

"That's a Soul Sabre," i said. "This is the First Soul Sabre. The most powerful weapon of it's type in existance. Or pretty close to. Made by two Gods, a dwarf and our very own Aralin, am I right, Lin?"

[Jessy Jackson]

"God, I knew I forgot to explain something. Sorry Doc." I gazed at the Sabre. It was beautiful. Powerful.

[TPot]

I sat down with Pepper. Trying to hide the fact that I was almost completely covered in scratches and cuts.

((Question for Pepper: Are you planning on making somthing happen on the first date? Because this and Searching are the only threads where showing that the date even happened. I just follow suite, not very good at mush. Well not as good as Doc.))

[Aredhel]

((WARNING: one LOOOOOOONG m-fing post comin up lol))

Aralin just nodded in response to Doc's question. She didn't talk about it much, I noticed, and only really aknowledged her effort through her devotion to the blade. I watched her for a moment, forgetting that the world existed.

My sister; the one person in my family who I'd left alive in my despaired slaughter. I killed them all, but I couldn't bring myself to finish her off. I couldn't kill her spirit. I couldn't kill the spirit she was carrying.

~FLASHBACK~

Death. The entire forest stank of it. And for those who managed to escape the awful stench of rotting and burning flesh, there was the feeling, the knowledge that all that once was was now gone. It had once been peaceful and beautiful in the forest, but no longer. Screams of young ones, moans of the elderly, and a blazing fire to end it all. Only two were left, and one was already dead.

The knife glinted in the firelight, but it was ignored as one immortal stared into the cold, hard eyes of the other. Her eyes were just as still, but they held nothing wicked. They were filled with pity, as anyone who cared to look would see. But the only one who could see it refused to. Nothing would still her rage.

"Are you going to kill me, Aredhel?" It is a request. No anger or fear are held within the words, only a hint of sadness, which is lost on the maddened ears of the assailant.

"Yes." The reply is cold, hard as rock. She has lost all emotion, nothing matters. Life doesn't matter.

"Why?" Another request. She wants only knowledge, not mercy. Never mercy. She is too proud to beg.

"You know why. They have died. My husband, my love, my heart. He's gone. My daughter, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, killed before me. And for what? That I might fail? Life doesn't matter. If they must die then so must you. So must you all. You should have protected them. You should have helped them. You should have helped yourselves."

"Like you protected them? Like you helped them?" A pause. "Like you helped yourself?"

"SHUT UP!" The knife is pushed closer. The skin breaks - the tiniest of cuts. "Do not talk to me about protection. You never protected me. You drove me away. My own sister and you never cared enough to help. You were my family and yet you gave me nothing that a family should give. You gave me no hand to hold, no shoulder on which to shed a tear, no aid for fighting. You gave me no love. Nothing. All you gave me was death. And that is a gift I return to you now."

A tear. Unexpected and unwanted by both sides of the exchange but undeniable now. "If you wish to kill me then do so now, dear sister. But know that I always loved you. I always have, and how could I not? I looked up to you for so long it hurt. You are my everything, just as you always have been. And even in this know that I love you. I would help you in whatever you ask, even after my death. So kill me, as you have killed our parents, our sistes and brothers, our anscestors. Kill me as you killed my husband. And kill me as you will kill my child."

There is silence. Her grip on the knife loosens. "Child? You have born no offspring. No son or daughter graces your household."

"Nor will he ever, not anymore. Kill me sister." Her eyes turn cold, mirroring the eyes of her attacker. "Kill me and satisfy the wretched thing you have become. You shame our name and our species. Kill me, and kill your nefew."

The knife is held firm as a free hand makes its way over the slender stomache of the woman, passing over the womb. A pause, as the sense reaches her unbeating heart. Another soul. A small child. A baby boy, barely a week in existence and about to be snuffed out by the knife at his mother's throat.

The knife begins to shake. The hand holding it is ashen. It drops, the noise muffled by the dirt underfoot. The tall woman steps back, away from her sister.

"No. No, I will not kill him. I will not kill you. You will raise him, you will protect him. You will do for him everything in which you failed me. And he will know my name, dear sister. And he will know that he is the only reason you are still breathing. I will not kill a child. Not another one."

The forest continues to burn as she turns around, confident that she will not be attacked. For who is left to attack her? Only a sad, broken woman, trying desperately not to break down sobbing. Only a child., not even born, unaware of the good he has done by simply existing...

~END FLASHBACK~

I shook my head, snapping myself out of the horrible memory. She really did love me, just as she said in that clearing, and she put her heart and soul into making that sword for me, so that I might see her love. I put a hand on her shoulder, and she knew what I was feeling. Gratitiude, relief. Love.

"So yea, anyways... anything new and exciting going on?"

((Doc... I have a question... check your mail))

[Jessy Jackson]

How did you answer a question like that after all that had happened.? Del had no idea of what had occurred but I shook at the thought of having to reply.

[Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison]

I looked away uncomfortably for a moment. I guess i should be the one to tell her.

"Charlottes dead," I croaked with a voice full of emotion. "Suicide, after being used by some mind raping demon scum to send Aila somwhere."

[Jessy Jackson]

"Rory left. Said he wasn't needed." After what Doc had said, my little peice of information seemed more like good news then bad.

[Peps]

((Nah, not the first date, just mush in that thread, BUT, when I get logging in again...I have a plan......))

"Wow, its beautiful" I said, "Who's is it?"

[Jessy Jackson]

(((Pepper, did you even notice what we posted?)))

[Peps]

((no, I jst randomly posted......wait......ooopps again.

[Jessy Jackson]

(((Read before you post ok?)))

[TPot]

((Okay. You got any idea how long it's gonna take before you can log on again?))

[Maya]

When the blade was revealed, apart from a tiny in take of breath i could make no sound. I just gaped at it- the most beautiful weapon i'd ever seen. But it was more than that... it felt almost alive, forged in pure emotion... it drew me in so far that at first i didn't Del's question... but i heard Doc's reply. my eyes fell from the sword, and i took and involuntary step back as bile rose in my throat. So it was explanation time. Goddess having friends make things difficult.

((Del- that flash back was wicked! Total love it))

[TPot]

I started at the sword. I'd seen plenty of them before but this on was different.