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Pedrius continued to just think about things he had done. It was a slittle depressing but it helped him to stay focused on Holy's will. and Holy's will was all that keep him sane at night. At night when his thought's ran wild around and through him. At night when Darkness' strikes against him were their strongest.

"It is ok. We all need to bath at some stage. It is just a psrt of anture."

"D'artra, when you have seen as much as I have, you will know how hard it is to not do what comes naturally. Everywhere I seem to turn, people and creatures alike just do what comes naturally. It is just the way things work."

Pedrius did not open his eyes to see Coursabal sit beside him, he just knewn that is where the Lupine would sit. That position next to Pedrius just seemed the logic or natural place to wait.

Pedrius stood up and slowly followed the pair again. Yet, he could not stop thinking about the words D'artra had just said.

"Does she not realise the true meaning of her words? Has she even been back to see the world she left behind? Does she mot realise that by being here, she is just doing that comes naturally for most. Heck, I have come here that often that doing anything but this feeling alien."

Pedrius' mind continued to run around in thought patterns like this.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Mrs. Tabitha Earins looked on as the young child slept amonsgt the plethora of blpping machines, the doctor at her side frowning as he spoke. She didn't hear his words. They were far too harsh in their sadness. When he finished she looked up at him with strong emerald eyes, "What about her mother?"

She already knew. She had known for years. But still, she had never been allowed into the room with the child, even if she was the one sponsoring the use of the equipment.

"Dead. Sentenced after the diagnosis came back." He was young. Much younger than a practitioner would be thought. But he also was the best. Maybe...if he had been around then her own daughter... No. It wasn't the time to think back of that.

She managed to look slightly shocked, however, before letting her eyes go back to the young child. Surely she wasn't a child anymore...but when she had seen the images in the papers she had been. Although she knew the mother had died, they had never revealed to the press why. "Diagnosis, Dr. Travail?"

He gave a nod of his head. "The thing that shoved the girl into the state she's in was the high counts of mixted variables within her systems. When a search of the apartment had come back to us we had found she'd been drugging the kid up on just about anything she could get her hands on. It was a wonder they said she was mentally ill...grown men have been known to die of less than what we found in her body."

Mrs. Earins frowned, tears threatening her own eyes. That a mother could do such to a child...that anyone... She shook her head. She didn't like to think about it. Instead she just looked back at the child. Her bones looked like they would tear through her skin, her eye sockets sunken and dark, as if she had two dark blackeyes. Her hair was a twisting tangle of uncommonly dark strands. She looked so weak, so frail...but then again, she had been in a coma for near on twelve years. Despite how much protein they had put into her body she still needed to be up and moving to keep her body strong and healthy.

The doctor looked shocked. "No one told you?"

Before a response could come the sound of the blpps increased, and that was when dark eyes opened up with a rattling gasp from a frail chest.

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The sound coming from Coursabal's throat was a mix between a growl and a whine. He reached over, cutting the palm of his paw-like hand as he pulled his father's blade free from his friend's chest. He threw the blade aside before wiping a droplet of black blood from the side of D'artra's gray face. The feeling of blood on her pure flesh had always hurt her.

"She wasn't ever under your protection, Player." He spat the last word like a curse. His own tears getting lost in the matted fur of his snout-like face. He doubled over and curled, trying to fight off the dark demons of Sorrow and Hate. Why had he let her bring him here? Why couldn't he have let her get a little bit more rest? He had failed... If it hadn't been because of him she would have... "She was...still but a child...when she found my body... Never before had I met a player who would risk so much...just to save both life and soul...of a complete stranger. She stayed with me...every minute of every day. I know she has a home to return to...out there in the Otherworlds...but she doesn't know the way back..." he shuddered, "...I must call upon Cade..."

Pedrius stood there, emotionless. Not matter what Coursabal was going to do, Pedrius would not hurt him. Even if Coursabal tried to kill him. For Coursabal had already been hurt more than anyone could imagine.

"Coursabal! Stop! You have no idea what you are saying! Just listen to me! It does not matter that she died her today or whether she died tomorrow, what matters is that you don't go crazy because of her death. Can you see why us Player's try not mix with the citizens? Can you not see how much pain it has caused you?"

Pedrius paused for a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Just stop for a second. We Player's are not as powerful as we seem. Sometimes all it takes is just one little look and we forget everything. We forget that we are Player's and think we are Citizen's. I know, it has happened to me before. I actually gave up fighting for her. And then..."

Memories came flooding back into Pedrius' mind. Memories of Freya and of Kristine. Memories of his parents and lost friends. All just swelling around in his head, completely overwhelming all logical thought. All Pedrius could do was break down and cry.

"WHY CAN I NOT DIE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!"

Pedrius just shook his head. He knew Coursabal meant well, but was too stubborn to stop and just reflect on what had happened. But more to Pedrius' distaste, Coursabal did not care enough about him to listen.

Watching the Lupine run off towards the woods, Pedrius could not help but feel sorry for his plight. Taking a deep breathe, Pedrius thought about how to help.

"Velox of pes est non satis oh Senior. Saluto thee volo iuvo illud in periculosus. Periculosus ex Atrum Unus." Pedrius screamed at the top of his lungs.

A ray of light broke through a suddenly formed group of clouds. From the ray of light came a chariot drawn by to horses. The chariot and the horses where white and just gleamed in the light. It came chargin down from the heavens and slowed down in front of Pedrius. Quickly he jumped up onto it and took the reigns.

"COURSABAL! Get you big furry butt up here! And make it snappy, these horses hate to wait!"

No sooner Coursabal was upon the chariot and Pedrius sent it flying. For the first few meters of the trip, the chariot remained on the ground just gathering speed. The crest of the hill came up and went as the chariot used it as a runaway. Climbing quickly into the sky, Pedrius skillfully piloted it towards the eastern borders.

"I am not too familiar with them, I have sent most of my time in the distant lands to the north. I have only in the past few months come down this way. Regradless, these mighty steed will get us there in a fraction of the time."

Pedrius just stopped talking for a minute and thought about the look that was sent his way by Coursabal before he got on the chariot. It was one of complete distane. As if by some weird twist of fate, Pedrius was now the focus of his anger. After an arkward silence, Pedrius spoke.

"What have you got against me, Coursabal? Tell me, what do you find so disgusting about me?"