Sicilia never was so quiet. Green grass everywhere. Birds singing and the wind blowing. Ezekiel looked back with a smile. He never walked that much into the light in Death's tunnel. Whatever happenes, it will be fine, he tought.
''Goodbye Gean, I'll always love you'', he whispered to himself as he completely threw himself to the world of no return.
Ezekiel woke up. Woke up? He was in his ethereal form. On a desk. And in front was the old lady he had left earlier. What happened? Was it a dream? Did he pass under earth by her doing. Strange that he was there, that there was no pain. Only the voice of the lady was in his head.
''Your ethereal form keeps you from feeling pain, and die. But you cannot return to your original form yet, or you would die.''
Verin returned to the tent, wide eyed. "I screwed up didn't I, I'm a tota loser!" He slammed his fist onto the body of his shield the looked to Nakir. "I'm sorry, my sense of direction is terrible and I got lost... Nak- Oh sweet angel dust, what happened to you Nakir, your all banged up." Verin Aluminii twitched his wings at the sight of the woman. "Oh fairy! Now I'm a total failure, I wasn't there to protect you!" His ice blue, silver looking eyes darted across Nakir.
She grinned and kissed his cheek quickly. "I'll be fine. So relax, ok?" She sighed and laid her head back down on the table. "I wont be able to move much after this... So I'm entrusting you with the soldiers. Do what you think is right. But if you need to make any important decisions please come talk with me first." She closed her eyes and winced.
serg stood tall over gean, his extended wings emmiting a large shadow over her. he sighed as the golden orb ezekial had given him to know when he was called for. he retracted the wings so that they folded up neatly on his back and crouched beside her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "i feel something should be said, but i have never attended a funeral before." he turned back to gean, watching the tears roll down her face. "but i fear that it would only extend your weeping period." he sighed and closed his eyes. "us dragons eat our dead in order for the meat not to go to waste." he turned back. "some species find it cannibalistic, primitive, or unheveanly. however most species do not realize that dragons have a rule of use of all things, usable. so as to minimize the amount of waste in the territory we claim, and while we are more than capable of capturing as much as we please, most of us are peaceful, leaving the more hostile ones as soldiers." he snatched a large stone from nearby, scratching ezekials name into its face and placing it in front of gean. "but i was the exception. i abandoned them for a new beggining. and when i was captured and taken to hell i realized why we are never aloud to leave our sacred land. it is the only place not entereble by demons, a heaven on earth if you will." he stopped suddenly, standing and extending his wings in preperation for flight. "but i now realise that none of this is relevent to the current situation." he took flight in the direction of kaisura and shadow, meeting them in the air and speeeking. "i apologize for my absence, i was distracted."
"I wish to remain here by your side, Nakir. I want only to be your protector, nothing more. I have already failed on two accounts and I apologise for each time." Verin said solemly to her, his expression worried that she would not accept, that he had disgraced himself to oft in her eyes. He hoped she wouldn't dismiss him to look after the soldiers.
She smiled faintly and looked up into his eyes. "Very well. Pull up a chair and sit by my side then. No longer will I walk without you with me." She sighed and looked down at her stomach. The medic was stitching that side up, she'd soon have to roll over so he could work on her back.
Gean watched him go, wishing Surg would have stayed with her. Quietly she sank into the ground, returning to her hut in what use to be Mordeth's room. There she quietly wept, holding her stomach and calling Ezekiel's name.
Mordeth scoffed as the gods just looked at him. he walked towards his quarters, many guards and servants staying clear from him. he got to his room and heard Gean crying. he sighed and sat on his bed, unsheathing his weapons "so i guess this is what a silent treatment is huh?" he didn't look over at the hut, still not knowing what to say
Mordeth gave up on trying to help. he got up and called Behemoth to the quarters. the great beast yawned and stood tall for his master "Behemoth, we have more work to do. not today, but very soon. i want you ready at any times notice. understand?" the great beast let out a roar that shattered glass and shook halls. Mordeth smiled and walked over to it and patted his back. "at least someone will talk to me at the time" he went to the side of his bed and pulled out a bottle of milk and biscuits "at least i can give you something you like"