[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/fTD5yRH.png[/img] & [color=silver][h1]Silver[/h1][/color] & Jim [/center] [hr] The day was a hot one, as Heliopolis let down it’s unyielding rays. As such, the humidity was sweltering, choking the life towards shade and cool ponds. Only the chorus of insects could really be heard, besides the occasional songbird, whistling a tune. Yet, none of this bothered Orvus in the slightest, for the land was at peace with itself, and so was he. For the first time, in such a long time. The god sat upon his porch, leaning back in the chair with a relaxed expression as he gazed out at the land. The vibrancy of the surrounding jungle had dulled to green as the season changed. They had collected from the fruits of his labor, taking from his field, rice, coffee, maize, yams and sweet potatoes. Though he had no need for such sustenance, the simple fact that he had achieved what he thought impossible, filled him with a sense of accomplishment. A feeling he had never known to be capable of. And as such, being able to teach Silver such was rewarding in its own right. And now the girl was able to fill her belly with the hard work they had labored on together. But Orvus had not just been watching over Silver, for in the night he traveled long and far, answering the occasional prayer and searching for the Alma that eluded him. Ever since his teaching of the Ihokhetlani, and the death of Tahiok, he wanted nothing more then to find where the Alma would take Azura’s soul crystals. But Orvus knew that he could search Galbar for days with nothing, and he did not want to leave Silver alone. So the god shoved it away from his mind, there were other, more important things to keep him occupied. Soon enough they would have to plant again, and he had plans for more buildings. Silver’s ideas were beginning to stick, and if anything, he needed a house for both Arya and Laurien regardless, once they returned. Those two were constantly on his mind, and he was always listening for their voices if they called in prayer, but there had been nothing, not even a whisper. He wanted Laurien to be successful, and he wanted to be better, for Arya. Hopefully Arya would get along with Silver, it seemed Laurien had well enough. “...vus…” “-rvus.” “Orvus!” Silver stood in front of the God, hands on her hips with sweat covering every inch of her body. It had been a long day. “Thinking of your children again? You really are like an old man, you know.” Silver chuckled. Orvus stirred, looking up at Silver with a soft expression. [color=black]”I always think of them, anymore. Now, sit down, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”[/color] he said gesturing to the other chair. Silver nodded and plopped down on the chair. She stretched and let out a happy sigh before turning to look at Orvus, one eyebrow raised, “So what’s this about, old man? Want to finally plan out some land expansion?” Orvus gave a half nod, [color=black]”I’ll have to build them a house, yes. But before that, I thought about getting you off this island, show you what else the world has to offer. You must be bored. ”[/color] he said humbly. “Bored?” Silver frowned and closed her eyes. After a minute or two, she shrugged. “I mean, yes, somewhat but, is there really anything to see? The world is young. There can’t be any advanced civilizations yet, can there? And spending time with, um, ‘less developed’ brains doesn’t really call for my attention.” Orvus expression did not change as he listened. [color=black]”Suite yourself then, I don’t care either way. I’ve only ever heard of two races. The Selka, and the Ihokhetlani, neither are very advanced.”[/color] he went quiet before asking, [color=black]”What is your definition of advanced?”[/color] Silver’s eyes sparkled and she sat straight, on the edge of her seat, “Oh! Yes, advanced civilizations, right? Those are the pinnacle of ethical population centers. Philosophy is one of the central tenets of society in such a civilization, and the worship of the true Gods comes second only to the pursuit of Technomagical advancement. All kinds of things are easier in an advanced civilization! Infantry are equipped with rifles that shoot metal bullets, hospitals can heal even the gravest wound if the patient arrives quickly… Ah, it’s great. Also, running water and in my father’s palace’s case, electricity!” Orvus listened, trying to picture what Silver was saying. It all sounded like a world far from the one Galbar was, or perhaps ever could be. It seemed Li’Kalla truly did come from a world apart. [color=black]”Sounds like fantasy, Silver. Perhaps one day this world will see such things, or not. But for right now, this world will have to do as it is. My siblings will have their work cut out for them, if they know of such possibilities.”[/color] he said looking out at the jungle before slowly turning to catch SIlver’s gaze. [color=black]”Your mind is truly a wonder. To come from a different place, to be fractured into several fragments and yet retain all of that? I am impressed.”[/color] he said. Silver’s excitement faded slowly, and she slumped back onto her chair, staring out at the sky. “I don’t remember everything. For example, my handmaiden’s name. Or my family name. Not that it matters, all of that must be sand by now. Yeah…” [color=black]”All that matters,”[/color] Orvus started, [color=black]”Is that you are here now, Silver. Living freely and I hope, happily.”[/color] “There is something in the back of my mind, and a weight on my heart. I thought it’d go away, you know. It hasn’t. I still feel like a traitor and a coward, leaving the others to their fates. I’m… Happy, yes, but I worry if the others are. And I wonder if I should go look for them.” Orvus leaned forward, his expression going to his all familiar blank stare. [color=black]”You are neither a traitor, nor a coward Silver. You were given the opportunity to live, and you took it. Do not feel burdened by what happened, for this is the choice you made.”[/color] he said with little emotion. Silver scrunched up her nose a little and with her arm propped against the chair’s armrest, rested her chin on her palm. “Yes, that’s true…” His gaze turned to sadness as he looked at Silver. [color=black]”Yet, you still feel the same as you do. Tell me, if we go and search for the others, what then? What will you do if we find that they have not found the same happiness? What will you do if they have found happiness? What will you do, if they desire to be reunited?”[/color] he inquired. “A good question,” A voice swirled around the pair. Instantly Orvus recognized it. A crow suddenly cawed and landed on a gentlemanly figure who stood by a tree. It clung to his shoulder and a smile stretched across his face. Orvus’ head snapped in the direction of K'nell’s voice with frightening speed. In an instant he stood on top of the stairs, eyeing his fellow god with anger. [Color=black]”What are you doing here, K'nell?”[/color] his voice came with a hint of spite. “Allowing your companion to answer the very question you posed,” K'nell reached into his pocket and withdraw a fisted hand. He spread his palm flat to reveal the other shards plus a tiny orb. Though the God did not display it, Orvus’ heart sank at the sight of the shards and orb, for he knew it could only mean one thing. With an icy cold stare at K’nells smile, he slowly turned to look at Silver. His expression changed to one born out of sadness as he looked at her with knowing eyes. Silver stared at the shards in K’nell’s hand. Her eyes had narrowed. Sweat dripped more frequently from her brow and chin. Her eyes grew misty. In a split moment, she’d turned around and rushed inside her home. The sound of stumbling and breaking furniture followed her, but quickly things fell into silence. [color=black]”Silver!”[/color] Orvus called after her, beginning to follow, but thought better of it. He slumped as he heard the commotion inside, only to be followed by silence. It was then he spun around again to look at K’nell. He clenched his fists in anger, as he descended the steps. [color=black]”Why? Why does your mere presence ruin everything?”[/color] he spat at the god. K'nell looked at the shards with a slight disappointment before looking at Orvus. He crossed his brow and cleared his throat, “Excuse my skirt of the question, but I feel like two other things are more important to mention: namely that your creation, Arya, is safe and is open to reconciling your relationship with her. Secondly that who or what I am and what my presence does is secondary to comforting your friend, Silver, and allowing her to communicate with the rest of Li'Kalla when she is ready. Anything beyond that is--” He smiled a cheshire grin, “Well beyond me, I suppose.” Orvus froze in his tracks at the mention of Arya, but before he could interject, K’nell kept talking. He felt relief at the fact she was willing to not just talk, but reconcile as well. But his relief washed away like rain cleansing dust in a thunderstorm. He stared at that Cheshire grin with an emotionless stare, and yet, he despised it all the same. This was not the K’nell he remembered, but the smile was all too real. It brought back such vivid memories, ones he wanted to bury. As much as he wished to wipe it clean off his face, to eviscerate it from reality, he could not bring himself to do it. There was too much going on, and the fate of Silver hung in the air. Arya would have to come later. [Color=black]”I did not make Silver go into the house, nor should I run after her for comfort. I know her better than you ever could, and when she is ready, she will come and I will be there for her.”[/color] he said with little emotion. [Color=black]”I will not keep her from speaking with the other shards, even if I wish the opposite. She is an independent being, capable of making her own choices. Do not think of her as some child that needs to be coddled. She is so much more than that.”[/color] “But of course,” K'nell offered a confused smile under a knitted brow. He hummed to himself and straightened out. With his free hand he patted his jacket all the way to the top pocket, a muffled tap responding to his fingers, “Would you care for a smoke, my good man?” Orvus blinked at the question, then said, [color=black]”I could care less, K'nell, about a ‘smoke’. I would rather find out why you speak for Arya, as Silver is not yet ready.”[/color] “Then you won't mind if I partake in one,” K'nell flicked his wrist and the shards were deposited into his coat. With his other hands he procured a small silver tin with a tiny embossed swirl. He opened it and plucked a cigarillo from a tiny stack and stubbed it between his lips. Returning the tin, the end of the cigarillo suddenly glew with a red coal. He sucked in a hearty pull and let an opaque cloud of smoke exit his nostrils. The shroud nearly engulfed him before he even started on his second pull, stopping only to speak. “Why she asked me to, of course,” K'nell answered simply, air hissing in from the cigarillo. [Color=black]”Of course.”[/color] Orvus whispered. [Color=black]”Then where might Arya be?”[/color] “Well,” another cloud of smoke wrapped around the gentleman, a small glowing dot brightening, “If you move quick enough, I would suppose you could catch her on the red plains of Tendlepog. She is quite the adventurer, you know.” [Color=black]”It is not I who is searching for her at this time. I will inform her sister of this. You…”[/color] he paused, letting the silence grow between them before he said, [color=black]”I am grateful for the information.”[/color] “You are welcome to it,” K'nell puffed. His eyes glanced all around him for a moment before he plucked the cigarillo from his mouth, “I see you've built yourself a farm, very rustic.” Orvus shrugged, [color=black]”My dream changed me. Either for better or worse, it remains to be decided.”[/color] he said cryptically. “Then it was a good dream,” K'nell put the cigarillo back in his mouth, “And you should be proud.” [Color=black]”Good? Hardly. Did you know It crippled me for what felt like a lifetime? I sat in the silence of Veradax while Galbar changed over and over again. I'm only here because… because Kalmar wanted to talk.”[/color] he stated flatly. “In this case,” K’nell sucked the last of his cigarillo, flicking the butt away into a shimmer of stardust, “Who is to say what good is and isn't. The point is, my good man, that you thought about it. That's more than most, and then to bring action to your thought-- doubly so.” [Color=black]”Make no mistake K'nell, I'm not going to forgive you for what you showed me, nor do I expect you to fully understand what you did to me. Those memories of a life I never even lived, haunt me.”[/color] he whispered. “I have to say,” K'nell folded his elbows square behind his back, “That if you can't forgive a picture for being, then why not also forget to forgive the eyes that saw.” He wiggled his nose, “Because it's a useless exercise of paradoxical failure. Perhaps, then, you felt you weren't given a choice in the matter? An easy remedy, I suppose, would be me giving you the choice right here and right now to bring all those memories to reality or not. Once again, I suppose such a choice is yours.” His eyes went wide at the suggestion. That life… real? Rowan… Ava? Lily? A simple life, an easy life? But his mind fell upon Arya, Laurien and Silver and if he did such a thing, all of that would be wasted and unfulfilled. He could not have his happiness without them. Not yet anyways. He began to shake his head, [color=black]”No, not now. Perhaps not ever. I am not worthy of such a life, not yet at least.”[/color] “Very we--” There was some rustling, ceramic scraping against ceramic, before Silver with slightly reddened eyes walked out, hands behind her back. Her lips were stretched into a thin line and she took in a deep breath once she saw K’nell and the shards. A grim look of determination washed over her face. “K’nell-” “I know that voice!” A voice dripping with mirth intervened, and quickly Sprite materialised a projection sitting on K’nell’s palm, “Hey hey, look who it is! If it isn’t good old ‘We have to do something’ and ‘This isn’t right’ girl!” Sprite smirked and crossed her arms. Silver sighed and rolled her eyes. “Wait, wait wait wait, is that an [i]ACTUAL[/i] body?! How?!?! I need one!!” At that moment, Elegance materialised next to Sprite, sitting gracefully on her shard. “You can have as many bodies as you like when we achieve our current goal, Sprite. Is that right, Laina?” “That’s right,” said a soft voice, one belonging to Laina whom materialised her own projection standing on K’nells forearm. “But I do wonder, [i]how[/i] did you obtain a body? One so faithful to what we actually look like?” Silver squinted her eyes a little and relaxed, “Orvus gave it to me. He taught me how to sow plants, care for them and harvest them, too… This body will get in the way, won’t it?” Silver asked a little sadly. Orvus said nothing as he watched the conversation between SIlver and the shards. His expression turned to his emotionless stare. “Not quite,” K'nell suddenly spoke, “You see, as remnants of a god, your corporeal forms are trivial. If it pleased you, I have no doubt that you could simply leave it by the pull of your fellows, or even if you desired, all could occupy that singular body. Should it be needed, the body can be shed easily as well. It is really all your choice so long as you remember that the body does not occupy you but vice versa.” Laina perked up, “Huh? That easily?” “That’s waaaay too easy! Anything related to her,” Sprite pointed at Silver, “has never been easy! So, sorry to say, but it’s not going to be easy.” She huffed and puffed her cheeks, but quickly went back to normal once Elegance began speaking. “Shall we try?” Silver revealed what she’d been hiding behind her back, a stone knife, and left it on the floor. Then she walked to K’nell, grabbed the shards and went back to the porch. “We shall try.” She said. “You feel kinda, a little bit, just gross, Sis!” The young girl said, suddenly materialising and grabbing her pearl and floating just above Silver’s hands. Silver frowned and shrugged. “Suit yourself, girl.” “I do have to say, touching our skin gives a rather unpleasant feeling. It’s rather difficult to explain it.” Elegance said, a little pale. K'nell looked disappointed, “I see.” He paused with a thinking hum, “Very well. With your permission of course, I'm sure one of us can simply force the body away. You may be asleep if you like, so you do not feel any unpleasantness.” “Hold on, K’nell,” Laina said, floating up to face Silver and looking into her eyes. After a moment, she turned to the other shards, “I think we can do it if we work together. Practice for the real deal, right?” She asked the others hopefully. K'nell gave a curt yet approving nod. Elegance hummed to herself and spoke, “Rather interesting id-” [color=black]”No.”[/color] came Orvus’ sad voice and K'nell raised his brow. Orvus began to walk towards them. [color=black]”It will not work. The four of you lack the strength to do such a thing. I would have a word with her, before…”[/color] his voice dropped to silence as he walked up the steps, looking at SIlver with sad eyes. He had listened to them speak, and he realized the only way to get what the shards wanted, was up to him. K'nell folded one arm behind his back and looked on in silence. Sprite looked as if the gears inside her head finally fell into place and started running, “H-Hey, now wait a second-” The girl however jumped onto Sprite’s back at that moment and whispered something into her ear, which made Sprite smirk and float away toward K’nell. “I’m glad she’s so easily distracted, being honest.” Silver said and turned to Orvus, her brow furrowed and face twisted into a strange expression. He stood in front of her now, placing his right hand upon her cheek. [color=black]”Is this… Is this what you want?”[/color] he asked softly. “... It is what I must do. My duty.” Silver said, returning Orvus’ gaze, “I won’t abandon myself this time. I’m sorry.” She muttered quietly. With a dejected look, Orvus nodded then turned to K'nell. [Color=black]”Leave us for a moment.”[/color] he stated before turning back to the shards, [color=black]”I ask the same of you three.”[/color] he whispered. Sprite smirked at Orvus, “Hehe, remember not to p-” [b]SLAP[/b] Sprite’s projection dissipated immediately after the impressive slap Elegance delivered to the back of her head. The woman nodded at Laina, who caught the freefalling shard in her arms. K'nell closed his fingers around the dissipating shards, “Very well, but--” He looked between Silver and Orvus and let out a tiny exhale and turned on his heel, “I'll be back soon enough.” After a few moments, Silver was the one to speak as her eyes took in the landscape around them, built by their own hands. “I’m going to miss this place. The plants, the sun…” Orvus followed her gaze and said, [color=black]”I know. This place… Will not be the same without you.”[/color] he mumbled. Silver turned to stare at Orvus, her eyes glowing brightly. “It will. It will be even better after I’m gone. You, Laurien and Arya will have this place to yourselves and will turn it into a true family home and, perhaps, into a great settlement in the days to come.” Silver smiled, shifting her gaze away slowly, “And yet, even though I know all this, and even though I know I must do this…” Her smile turned into a desolated, wide eyed expression as she lifted a hand to grasp at the fabric covering her chest, right above her heart. “... I’m scared.” The god turned to look at her, and ever so gently took her free hand within his own. He gave a light squeeze, then said, [color=black]”Being scared is only natural. Even I, a being so far beyond such things, is scared. How strange is that?”[/color] he said before letting go of her hand and moving it to hold her cheek. [color=black]”Do not be afraid, little Silver. Everything will be okay. You… You lived beautifully, and wonderfully. I... I am… I care for you. I… Always will, little Silver. You… brought me purpose and showed me a different view. For that… I am and always will be, grateful.”[/color] Orvus said, a fleeting smile in his eyes. Silver embraced Orvus and sniffled, “Thank you, Orvus… I’m glad I met you. I’m glad I saw your smile.” He returned the embrace, and with silent tears he whispered, [color=black]”You… Are so welcome, Little Silver.”[/color] before giving the redheaded girl fond memories, of the time he taught her how to plant her first seeds, to the day she saw her house, to Laurien and then finally her first breathes as a person. Slowly he stripped her of any pain, as a gentle numbness took over. Orvus closed his eyes as Silver’s mind slipped away in peace. A soft breath escaped her lips, before the girl went limp in his arms. He pulled away to look at her, stroking the hair away from her silver eyes. With a free hand, he shut them, then brought her close, putting his forehead against hers. He then pulled away as her body turned to dust, blowing away in the gentle breeze. Where his hand had rested beneath her heart, a small fragment fell into his once empty palm. The same fragment he had once seen so long ago. Orvus looked at it with an empty expression, before clutching it tightly. The god then slowly turned, making his way to sit on the porch steps. He then buried his face within his hands as tears made of light fell into a thousand little pieces upon the dark wood. [I]Plat… Plat… Plat…[/i] His tears fell. [I]Skiff… Skiff… Skoof.[/i] Boots came to a stop before him. There was only silence as K'nell watched on. Orvus looked up at the sound, his face streaked with white as his gaze met K’nells. He outstretched his hand and from it the small fragment could be seen. [color=black]”Go on. Take it.”[/color] he uttered hollowly. “Just know,” K'nell said as he gingerly took the shard from Orvus, “Though you feel pain, you have lost nothing, and gained everything.” He placed the shard into an outstretched palm, snug next to the others. Orvus lingered on K’nell for a moment, hearing his words, but giving no reaction to them. He then lowered his gaze. He no longer wanted to talk, he just wanted to be left alone. The message would be abundantly clear. K'nell turned on his heels, stopping only momentarily to poke the empty air. The velvet of reality rippled in such a way that any mortal would likely have been driven mad by the shimmer. An orb appeared floating, wisps of blue mist clouding around it. Giving it little more thought, K'nell walked on, leaving Orvus alone and the orb in its place. [hr] Darkness came and went before Orvus finally moved, a new day heralded by the song of birds focused his mind. He looked up, still at a loss for his grief. This time it was far more real and such a memory would haunt him. K’nell was wrong, he had lost something, and he gained nothing from it. Silver was dead, and if they succeed, it would not be her that became the dominant personality of Li’Kalla. Would the new Li even remember what he did for her? He stood up, and it was then that the light reflected off the orb, catching his attention. He walked closer to it, wary of what K’nell had left behind. The orb seemed to rotate in place slowly, dressed in a shallow mist that never ventured far. The closer he got, the slower it rotated, until he noticed a tiny stretch of runes illuminate from fractured light. His divine eyes made short work, and its meaning was easily read: “[i]Hello.[/i]” He cocked his head, perplexed by the orb’s method of communication. Unsure of what to do, he said, [color=black]”Hello?”[/color] in response, feeling foolish. The runes shimmered for a little and then suddenly vanished into the strange translucent orb. Light seemed to get lost and bend inside and then after some time, more runes appeared, “[i]How are you?[/i]” [color=black]”Been better.”[/color] he stated after a moment. He’d bite, and find out what the orb was. “[I]Have you?[/i]” The runes shifted. [color=black]”Yes.”[/color] he said softly. There was another pause as the light swirled around the orb, then finally more runes presented themselves, “[i]Can you tell me about it?[/i]” [color=black]”I’d rather not.”[/color] he said. Again the runes disappeared. The orb rotated gently and light hit it a new way, fracturing into a single short rune, one that sort of looked like a snake that had choked on its own tail, “[i]Why?[/i]” [color=black]”I… Don’t expect an Orb to understand why. Whatever are you? Why did K’nell leave you behind? To torture me? To remind me what I’ve lost?”[/color] he said angrily. The orb seemed to dim for a while, the rune fading. All at once it brightened again, runes flaking across its surface, “[i]What did you lose?[/i]” He let out a sigh then said, [color=black]”A friend.”[/color] Fracturing new light the orb asked, a single rune akin to a hammer “[i]How?[/i]” [color=black]”I killed her.”[/color] came his dejected voice as he looked away from the orb. Light shifted and the orb dimmed again. This time the pause was much longer, and only after gradually taking back in the light did the bends of fractured color turn back into a long strand of runes, “[i]If you made her stay, would she be just as dead or more?[/i]” As the question echoed in his mind, Orvus stood still and silent. After a moment, and in a sad voice, he said, [color=black]”More.”[/color] before returning his gaze to the orb. “[I]How?[/i]” The runes glittered. [color=black]”Like a flower, it blooms only for so long but eventually it withers and then dies. She would have withered and died as something much worse.”[/color] he replied back at the orb. The orb seemed to process before illuminating, “[i]So what was lost?[/i]” [color=black]”A flower at the peak of its bloom.”[/color] he whispered. The orb dimmed again, but this time the mist overtook it as it swirled. Time passed but no light managed to fracture it again. Orvus grabbed the orb, the mist seeped through his hands as he gazed upon it. Then, he turned around and walked up the steps into the house. The silence was deafening, and it took him a moment before he could move again. He went over to the table, and set the orb upon the wood. He looked at it one last time, waiting for a response, but when no swirling of light came he sighed. [color=black]”I’ll be back, little orb. One day.”[/color] He then turned to leave. The orb floated above the table but remained dim, rotating and rotating in a sleeve of mist. Finally light fractured and bent into runes, “[i]Where are you going?[/i]” He stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the words. He shrugged, [color=black]”The memories of this place are fresh. I need time away to clear my head.”[/color] Growing dim, the orb seemed to accept this answer. It remained floating above the table, cloaking itself back into the mist. He bowed his head, then left the house, shutting it the front door behind him softly. [hider=summary] Orvus enjoys himself on the front porch of Silver’s house. He thinks about some things, contemplates about others and then Silver shows up. He asks her if she wants to go on a vacation, but she doesn’t seem interested because there are no ‘advanced’ civilizations. She then talks about her duty, and how she feels guilty about not looking for the other shards. Orvus says it's okay and gives her more philosophical questions to answer. They are interrupted by K’nell, who shows the shards in his hands. Silver freaks out, Orvus gets angry at K’nell and they talk about Arya and Silver. After awhile, SIlver returns and says she’s ready to fulfil her duty. The other shards then figure out who Silver is and come alive. They then try to bond with her but it doesn’t work. Orvus realizes what has to be done and tells the others to leave him and Silver be. The two have a heart to heart and Orvus opens up as does Silver. He then kills her as they embrace, and mourns his friend upon the porch steps until K’nell comes back for the shard. He says some cryptic words that Orvus couldn’t care less about. Then he leaves an Orb that asks questions behind, which Orvus has a conversation with before taking it inside and leaving it there as he needs to clear his head away from the house. [/hider] [hider=Might Expenditure] Orvus; 0MP & 0FP His Majesty the K'nell 2MP & 2FP 0mp on dream orb artifact, details to be revealed in story. [/hider] [hider=What didn’t Happen] “Long live the king,” Silver whispered before ramming her knife into Orvus’ stomach and twisting the handle. The god's eyes widened with pain and betrayal. There was a soft click and the unmistakable hiss and bang of a pistol. A black bullet blasted into Silver's face, causing her head to snap backwards as the bullet ricocheted free in a shower of gore. K'nell held the smoking flintlock, a grimace on his face. He dropped it quickly to help Orvus stand. He tucked his arms under Orvus’ shoulders and dragged him to his sitting chair. His eyes scanned the dying God, blood gurgling out of his mouth. A tiny smile formed on Orvus’ lips, a stream of crimson muffling his speech, “Thank….yo…” He exhaled his last, and his body went limp. “NOOOOO!!!” K'nell vader screamed as it started to rain. [/hider]