After leaving Choronzon Gebäude’s shadowed halls, Aether Draka went as far out into the planes as shadows would allow. Sadly, that was not far. She didn’t like the Dublin Planes. The shadows were too small to hide in during daylight. Just tiny wisps from the grass and such. Much too open space for her to feel very comfortable on her own. She wasn’t really on her own though. She had taken the time to summon herself a roc, which she was now astride and heading to the tiny glowing jewel on the horizon. It had been night when she came here, but now the sun was lighting the sky as she came ever closer to the glowing light, just as she had heard of it, was a great temple. She landed with the roc just outside the city as the sun’s first rays rose over the horizon. From there, she walked.

One black winged boot set firmly ahead of the other she walked. She had dressed appropriately for the occasion. Only her shoes were black. She wore blue riding pants under a soft pale blue dress that went down to just below her knees and was split up both sides to just above the hip. There was some bead work about the coller and two ties in the back to make it lay right. She had a single pouch on her hip on a white silken sash about her waist and was, for all appearances, unarmed. A tiny fly dragon rested hidden under her hair. Around her neck was that same silver chain with a single ring upon it. On her right arm was secured three feathers with a bright bit of blue ribbon and a vibrant scarlet one. All the feathers were gifts. Two were white feathers, one belonging to a full angel and one to a half-angel. The third was black, Raven’s feather. She used to have two of them, but one was gone, used…

That brought her to the reason she was here. She had a question for the God of Light, New or Reborn or whatever he was! So she continued to walk past the village surrounding the place and up to the doors. As she came upon the building she felt the shadows withdrawal from her awareness, chased of by the encompassing light. She didn’t dare hesitate, she didn’t dare think of what that meant; that she had no quick way out of here. She would have to come back out on her own…

It was worth the risk though. She had to know the real answer. She had to know why. So she pushed her way through the doors and walked right in. She had to, she didn’t dare stop or she would never be able to come here, ever. The main doors shut behind her and it was before three doors that she was forced to stop. Only then did she look around. There were many people about, all sorts of people. She glanced around and then stopped one man who looked to be high ranking. “Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but I have a very important question for the God of Light. How do I find him?”

Jeven Faust had been having a rough day. His youngest and most brilliant pupil, Alice Faust, had proved even more troublesome today than the last, and at 12 years old she was quite the handful. Her magic had come in at an early age, and by the time she was a wee girl of 7 she was capable of more tricks than most men of 15, all be it she didn't know how she was using the magic. Jeven lately had been trying to get an idea of where this powerful magic came from, but no matter how hard he delve, he had gotten nowhere, but could feel just how close he was to a discovery.

It was tough being the Head-Master scholar of the Faust clan, and it was no doubt a strain to teach so many young moon-elves as they grew from boys to men and girls to women, and Alice had gotten the best of him today. As he proceeded to follow protocol and punish the girl for speaking out, some huge unknown arcane magic lashed out and damn near killed him, throwing him at the wall. Her parents claimed it to be stress-related on the whole family, but Jeven knew damn well that she was defending herself, even if she was unaware.

He was just about to make his way out of the cathedral for the day, to relax at home, when he was stopped by yet another young-looking girl, about the age of Gregory, younger than Jeven by a long-shot. His cold, calculating eyes studied her over, his brow creased in frustration and his years of wrinkles furled before he slowly drew his slender hand up and directed it to the library. "As far as I know, he is reading and relaxing in the library. Do try not to disturb those who are in there." And he was off just as abruptly as he had come, deciding it was high-time he headed home to eat and smoke his pipe.

Aether Draka nodded her thanks and as she turned away from him she called a "Thank You!" over her shoulder. She felt so strange walking along these halls, like she was... alone. The shadows were so quiet here, so faint. It was as if they were ghosts...

She shook her head then and dodged around someone with a pile of books as she turned the corner. AD didn't know if the person had even seen her, but she didn't bother looking back. The strong Holy Aura she was expecting was not coming from that person. Besides, she was still worried about pausing any more then she had too. The entire place was something she didn't dare think about.

"Just ask why." She whispered to herself, reminding herself why it was so very important for her to be here. That was why she had left the letter behind at Choronzon Gebäude. She didn't want things to go bad again. That was what she was the most worried about, that she would never get the change to prove herself, that she would be threatened again like so many others did. Then, her path seemed to end abruptly at a large set of doors. She paused once more and looked up at them. For a span of time there was no why for her to measure, she simply stood there. If there had been any shadows what so ever she would have simply vanished in them at that point, but she couldn't do that. Then a few tiny pinpricks on her neck made her jump and she turned about to only find out it was just Turin.

"It's alright. You're not on your own. Go on. Here..." he said encouragingly in her mind. Then the small dragon curled about her neck and settled his head on her collarbone as if he was a living, breathing necklace. Feeling him there made her feel better, so she faced the doors and started moving again.

The doors opened ans she found herself in the library. She looked around as she went in, still looking for someone who could be the God of Light. She paused in the middle of the floor between rows of books and the door she had just entered from. She looked down one way and then the other. He wouldn't be sitting up here where all the traffic was, so where should she look?

Why couldn't he just be sitting on some throne-like chair in the main temple or something? What if she couldn't find him? She didn't even know who he was or what he looked like. She didn't bother to listen to the long winded commoners who had given her the location of the temple. Now she was wondering if that had been a grievous error.

Gregory had not gotten much sleep lately. Many small affairs had been popping up, each linking in the slightest way, and it troubled the god. Since his meeting with the god of darkness, his left obsidian hand had begun to ache, and Gregory saw it as no coincidence. Up to before god-hood, he had never really known why the hand had manifested, but as of late he had begun to see it as a symbol. Every person under every god had a little bit of good and evil in them, one always taking the dominant side. The more dominant, the more aligned they are to that nature, and thus Gregory could envision it as an imbalance of spirits which he referred to as fluids.

Fluids such as blood in the body are regulated by the heart and the brain, and as such spirit must have some kind of regulator that balances out the chemicals, and Gregory's only logical answer could of course be the brain, but this is what bothered him. He was unsure to the riddle that the person subconsciously controlled spirit out-take and in-take, or they knew they were doing it and made the subtle choice perhaps before birth. Such research flustered him, and he was all but a ball of tension when he slammed his book closed, disturbing the Library's silence. Growling lowly, he stood up, leaving the book on the desk before him and left his little corridor.

As he walk down the hall towards the door; scholars, caretakers and student alike were quick to shuffle out of his way. It was rare to see the god frustrated, but it was common knowledge to any student or scholar that a frustrated headmaster was to be avoided, and thus they did so. Baggy white pants billowed out under a large and long blue robe as Gregory gusted on down the hallway, and as he turn the corner a new surprise erupted before his site, washing his frustration from his face and replacing it with a calm neutrality. Aether Draka had been a friend of Gregory's and later on she soon became almost an enemy in Gregory’s most dire time. Having put much thought into the situation, he established neutrality in his mind to the girl, not disliking her, nor favouring her. He merely viewed her as yet another traveller, come to see the god.

"Why hello again, lady Draka. How may I be of assistance to you?" His words were perfectly calm and neutral. If she was against him he would not give her the satisfaction of knowing that she angered him.

She saw a few people, most of them reading. She started to feel uneasy. AD wasn’t much for libraries, as she wasn’t sure haw they were supposed to work. Most of the time they were a good place to practice, but she liked to be where shadows were for that and this library… didn’t seem to be harboring any shadows. She bit her lip with one small fang and absently stroked Turin where he rested on her collarbone. This place was really starting to make her nervous…

Then a voice she knew spoke to her and she turned to face the man. Gregory Faust. Her first reaction was to just turn around and walk away from him. She almost did to, but paused. If she left now, she would never come back. If she never came back she would never get any answers. Besides, it wasn’t as if she hated the man. She didn’t trust him and resented that fact, but it wasn’t hate.

Aether Draka also wouldn’t attack him, not unless she really had to. There were other reasons for that though. She had once thought of him as a friend, she had dared believe he was her friend, and then he attacked her best friend in all of Imythess. She had told him to leave Lynthaer alone, many times, but no… he wouldn’t listen. She thought he understood, even if he didn’t agree, she thought…

Her fists tightened and she felt the skin pull on her right palm where she wore a scar made by him. It was before his betrayal, before he decided that she was on the side of all demons and that she had somehow switched sides. She had fought with the Angels and half-angels when she was young though, and that was another reason she didn’t strike him herself. That would make all of the Angels, all the blessed things her enemy, and she didn’t want that, she didn’t even want to be part of that war between the Angels and Demons, she didn’t want that…

So, the took a breath and met his gaze with a bit of a challenge in her eyes. “I’m looking for the God of Light. I have a very important question to ask him. I was told he was in the Libaery. Do you know where I can find him?” After she had gotten the words out she realized that she shouldn’t be surprised to find him here. He was angelic after all. Why shouldn’t he be here, why should she be surprised that he was here? She felt some of her tension relax a little. He was only against her choice of friends, right? Just because he had threatened to kill her so many times didn’t mean he was going to right now. He wouldn’t have spoken to her if he was just going to kill her.

Gregory's face, which had before been a bitter expression of his frustration, now turned to almost a slender smile. Always he was mistaken as a priest or student of the god, rather than the god himself, and inside he moderately enjoyed it. He was worried about becoming some overpowering figure of raw invincibility as all the other gods, a pinnacle no mortal could ever hope to match, and thus killing the budding spirits of their own followers. Gregory wanted his followers to know that even as a god, he was still a moon-elf by blood, and he still had flaws just as any mortal. He toyed with the idea of telling the girl that one of the elder priests of the order was the god, but decided rather to beat around the bush a little bit.

"Hmm, why yes, he was in the library. You have a very important question for him? well then I had best lead you to a seat," Gregory extended an open palm to a small table with two chairs by the entrance to the library, "The god is not one for holding conversations on his feet." He smiled lightly, urging the woman to take a seat as he himself began to walk towards the table. She obviously harboured anger for him still, as expected with the way he acted in a different library. He acted out of rage, but he refused to blame himself for it, although perhaps an apology to the girl was in order. He would wait and see.

AD hesitated. Honestly, she no longer trusted him. She shouldn’t have risked asking him… but that was too late to think about now. After ha had already started for the table she felt she didn’t really have an option and almost grudgingly followed as part of her mind whispered to her that it was time to go. She shook her head as if it could see her. No, not yet… not yet. She asked it. This place hurt, just being here hurt, just like being around Raven, and in the Temple she grew up in, and every holy spot she ever went to. In a way, that constant pain was a comfort. She was surprised she hadn’t noticed until now. She didn’t know what that meant, but she knew why it hurt. She was of tainted blood, evil blood, and it was normal for her to hurt like that. It was her proof… but not all demons were evil, she knew they weren’t. She had to believe that, or she would never have a chance…

She had reached the table then, and the chair, and her thoughts stopped abruptly. At first she was inclined to stand behind the chair and not sit down at all, and then she was inclined to sit down in the chair. AD ended up suspended between the two, one hand clamped around the back of the chair hard enough to make her knuckles white. Her right hand was still curled in a fist around the scar and it was beginning to throb. She didn’t like it here. She didn’t like it at all.

Taking another breath, this one tenser then the last, she looked toward the doors out of this library. If this kept up she was not only going to give herself a headache, but probably be starving. If her hunger took over the city would be at risk. She didn’t have much time… she couldn’t sit and wait.

Her eyes went back to Gregory. “I can’t stay long. If he’s busy I’ll have to go. Perhaps I’ll send Turn to ask later…” She trailed off, not willing to let him know how much she wanted to call on the shadows. It would take so much to maintain them, and one blast of light would shatter them… so instead she felt exposed, as if she should have brought a cloak or something to hide under. It was too late for that now though.

((OOC: Short short short!~! I expended all of my bluster on Tock's 5 or more paragraphs. Hopefully it's not too disgusting. ~_~))

Gregory pulled his own chair and took a seat, his purple eyes studying the girl intently. She was nervous, and she obviously did not trust him, nor did she like the feel of the temple. Gregory was reminded of her experience with an angel, and how it had hurt her yet helped her grow, and he felt a pang of guilt for thinking of with-holding the information of the god's identity. She spoke of how it was urgent, and if he was she would be unable to stay, and Gregory thought it best not to waste her time then, if it was more important. The god knew of her pain, and in his new knowledge he would respect her decision to hide in the shadows.

"So, it is so urgent? Very well then. The god you search for is under your nose. I was selected to become the god of light, and I do not wish for you to be uncomfortable in speaking with me. It suits you better I may meet you anywhere you so desire. I owe it to an old friend that I betrayed." Gregory locked his fingers and locked eyes with the girl, his face playing out how serious he was and how it was no joke indeed. He knew she would not expect so forward an answer, and this would deeply disturb her. If he had to, he could easily envelope where the two sat in shadow, and he would if she truly felt as claustrophobic as she appeared.

Her first reaction was shock and she was instantly glad for the support of the chair. She managed to collapse into the chair while never letting her gaze leave him. He? He was the new God? He was the God of Light? How? Why? What… what was she going to do now? She tore her gaze from him and looked down, her hair hiding her face an she let her right hand relax to reveal the small white scar he had left on her hand when he summoned Raven for her. After that it had come to represent why she couldn’t ask anyone else to summon her grandmother for her. Raven wasn’t even blood, she couldn’t risk another for summoning the fallen angel Chel…

((OOC: gah, now for what I was going to have her do in the library fight, but she hasn’t done yet…))
Then, then it represented her sense of betray. She hadn’t been able to stay for the entire fight, but she had seen Lythaer not long after so she knew he hadn’t died. She had seen Gregory too, when demons had attacked a city she had visited, the one where she had gotten her twin-bladed sward. Who won or loss? She didn’t care, she didn’t want to know, but neither had died so she didn’t feel so bad now.

Now? She had no idea what it would mean now. She wanted it to mean something different, but she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have Raven to ask, and she had told the others, her guild, not to come so she couldn’t ask them. Her vision blurred and hot drops fell on her open palm, hot tears, angry tears.

She stood abruptly, knocking the chair over. Her unholy aura crackled about her, practically announcing her presence to the entire place. As the dark power wrapped about her the pain of the place, the holiness of it all, eased back. She pushed her hair back in an attempt to see, whipping her eyes though she couldn’t stop them.

“Nevermind.” She said in a hurt voice. She took another breath to try and steady herself and hopefully her voice. “I think I already know the answer.” She started to walk away, then paused. She was angry and used her words as a weapon now. Glancing back at him she said in a hard voice, “And if you really meant that, you can meet me in Hell.”

‘Careful…’ Turin warned in her mind, his tiny claws pricking her skin. She took a sharp breath, realizing that if she was about to bring the wrath of the God of Light on herself, Turin could be hurt too. She had forgotten she could have asked Turin what to do. Why hadn’t she?

Gregory narrowed his hard purple eyes on the girl. He felt a pang of guilt as tears formed and dropped to her lap, and his expression did not change as she stood, sending the chair on its back. A dark aura fought the light of the cathedral, and the nearby priests and scholars were immediately alarmed of the presence. Those with magic prepared some cantrips, and Gregory cursed the girl for being so foolish. Though, the girl had made no threats yet, and Gregory was confident that the magister's would not attack unless she did first. Then she spoke, intending to attack the god with her words before she took her leave. Unfortunately it was not so easy.

Within moments Gregory Muttered the incantations for his intended spell, and blinked right in front of the girl, blocking her path to the door. Her attacks would prove too weak to hurt much if she struck, but the ensuing onslaught from the priests and teachers would kill the girl. "Be very careful of your next move. You may not realize it, but you are surrounded by many elves, well practised at magic, not to mention the occasional warrior, and I cannot stop them once they start." Now it was Gregory's turn to surprise the girl.

"Whereabouts in hell would you like to meet?" He smiled wide as the prospect of himself travelling to hell, his weakest realm to meet the girl, but it was no matter. He could face damn near whatever decided to bar his path, and if the trip had to be made to clear his conscience, he would do it. "I am not afraid of what hell threatens me with. I am afraid of what is to come of this meeting if we leave it at that."

((OOC: You didn’t forget why I wanted this topic, did you?))

She stood facing him, at the expression on his face, and wanted to smack him. Instead her right hand tightened again. She almost said she wasn’t scared of them, but then wondered if she should be, as calling on the shadows would be very, very hard in this place of light. “You wouldn’t come anyways. Lynthaer is there and you two will just fight again.” She said sharply, her eyes flashed with anger.

“Just ask, even if you think you know.” Turin’s thoughts nudged her mind and she looked away from Gregory and closed her eyes. She took one breath and let it go slowly. Another deep breath in, then out… her unholy aura began to fade slowly as she put her anger in check. Her right hand relaxed and she reached up to touch Turin where he rested calmly along her collarbone, a living necklace. He was warm and smooth, and she felt comforted by the tiny creature. He had been with her the entire time she had been in Imythess, so above all the others here, she trusted him.

“Your right Turin, even if I am right, I should ask. And if I’m not…” She spoke to him in soft draconic. If she was wrong, and she was wrong often enough, perhaps… she didn’t dare hope, did she? She took another deep breath and the unholy aura was gone.

Only then did she look up to meet Gregory’s gaze, the God of Light’s gaze. “You tell me then, why do angelic beings like you persecute me here? Why am I given no choice but to be in the company of Demons? My grandmother may be a demon, a Fallen Angel, but I was raised in on Holy Ground and by Raven, taught to fight against demons… are the beings of Imythess so broken? I spent five years training with Raven!”

There were tears in her eyes again before she finished and she wasn’t sure she could stop them. The fact that Raven had left her, that the angels seemed to have abandoned her, was a deep wound driven home by Gregory’s betrayal of her trust. She had trusted him, told him about herself, and what was she going to get for it? There was a reason she didn’t speak of her history anymore now, there was a reason she kept it a secret and took to hiding herself in the shadows. But here, there were no actual shadow in this place. Angry with herself for crying again, she quickly whipped them away.

Gregory thrust his arms out before him, two elven words bursting from his mouth like a river breaking free of a dam. Light shot forth from his palm as the spell Humble was activated. The girl was going too far. She was allowing blind rage to consume her thoughts and mouth, and such would not be tolerated. She was in the temple this day to learn, and apparently the lessons would have to be drilled into her head. Gregory's holy aura burst out, and those priests who were in the chamber dropped in prone reverence to their god's display of power. Rarely did Gregory the God get angry, but rarely did Gregory the God get shown such disrespect.

"Dare you come to my home and show such disrespect. I allow you and your shadows into my temple and you dare to demand a question! Aether Draka you are but a little girl and have no comprehension of what you could very well bring upon yourself. So selfish are you that the troubles you face are more than those any others face? Would Aether Draka think the world broken as she is treated unfairly? Oh, the world is indeed broken, if the world was not broken why would the gods be here? Such a wound that is easily healed can be done with medication, but such a horrid wound as the earth cannot be tamed by medicine." Gregory snarled and forced more power into his humble spell.

"Angels are not pure of anything. Not even the gods are pure! Would you not allow for err? Would you look at someone and expect them to be perfect, unjudgemental and unselfish? Would you place such a weight on your own shoulders? There are many angels who wish you had not been treated as you had, but there are many angels who would persecute you unjustly for your demonic heritage as we persecute the drow for the color of their skin. At the time I acted out of sheer judgement, as my rational thought was weaker than my rage, and so you persecute all angels for it? You persecute me for the way I acted in rage after my father was slain before mine eyes?! Perhaps you should take a better look at yourself and see that people make mistakes. Perhaps rather than blame an entire people for the way few racists treat you, you should feel pity for those who would be blinded by racism. Perhaps you should understand the depth of the racism you bring into my house and the house of my people. The people who would align themselves with good. Perhaps you should allow the good inside of you to make you understand this flaw that you ignore."

AD saw that he was angry now and part of her was satisfied by it. Then… that same part tried to resist something while a different part of her wondered what was trying to be resisted. For a moment she didn’t move, couldn’t move, as he started to lecture her. Then whatever one part of her was trying to resist grabbed hold of it and yanked it to the ground. AD found herself falling. Her knees hit the floor, followed quickly buy her palms and pain lanced through her as his holy aura came to life, so much more powerful then she remembered. Part of her though, part of her never moved and wasn’t pulled down… instead, it was released and AD went into shock. She lost track of what Gregory… the God of Light… had been saying. AD couldn't focus. She couldn’t move still. She couldn’t even see him, just the floor, her hands, and… blood? What could have caused blood?

Aether Draka had no idea what had happened and even if she could see, she wouldn’t be able to explain it. What had happened was something few would expect, but AD was unusual in the fact she had both a part of her very soul that was Celestial and a part of it that was very much Demonic. These two sides had never gotten along. In fact they had always been in conflict, but they didn’t actually touch. Her half-elven part was suspended in between. Upon coming to Imythess, she had taken to the Shadows and it was in those powers that her Demonic side had gained strength and had wrapped around the rest of her to stifle the Celestial part. His spell had worked on the Demonic part to the full extent, and in doing so he had released the Celestial part from its grasp. This effect, in addition to who she had been standing before and where she was, caused her Celestial side to respond very, very strongly. Strongly enough to be able to physically manifest, though because of her body still caught by her Demonic side, it ended up being more painful then it should have been. Large wings now adorned her back. They were feathered along the farthest edge, but in all looked more like dragon wings, metallic in color though which color was hard to tell. They were covered in AD’s blood, as they had quite literally been ripped out of her. They trembled slightly, tiny droplets of blood falling to the floor, and then echoed the holy aura around them, a aura all their own.

Turin moved quickly, rushing to AD’s back and attempting to repair the injuries. They were too much for him to handle on his own though. He needed a stronger healing spell. The poor little dragon begin zipping around in a panic as she bleed enough for it to run down her arms and start to pool on the floor at her hands. He called to her, tried to get her to answer him, but he got no response from her. Then, the tiny fly dragon zipped away, slipping under the library’s door and vanishing.

Watched confidently as she dropped to the floor. The girl looked absolutely stunned, but the onslaught was not about to stop simply because the truth was hurting. Progress was being made, though it was painful for the girl, and it took the god a moment to realize that her face contorted and her muscles shivered in pain. He wondered exactly how much evil had festered into the small girl that she would feel such pain, and he wondered if the sheer force of his spell would kill her. It was too late, if the spell was going to kill her it would have all the power it needed from his introductory blast. He allowed his hands to curl before his chest as he wait for the turn-out to his spell.

Purple orbs widened in horror as her back and tight-fighting blouse began to shift and bubble as if some living entity was trying to fight its way out. This was unlike any exorcism Gregory had ever seen, and he had seen a fair share. Rarely did the evil take form physically as it was being pushed out, and Gregory knew that with the sheer size of the thing in the girl’s skin she would not survive. He immediately began tracing multiple runes in the sky with his hands as his mouth burst out the words to activate them. He had to be prepared, for the moment this incantation of what Gregory thought evil burst forth; he would have to commence healings while the clerics in the church took care of the manifestation. The last syllables to the spell hung off his tongue as he waited, and as concentrated as he was, he almost lost them with the events that followed.

Great wings tore from the woman's clothing and skin, blood splattering all about nearby. Skinny yet strong limbs lifted from the mess of the girl's flesh, dripping blood and mucus, but they soon cleared to reveal wings. If these belonged to an escaping demon, there was no way the girl would survive no matter what healing took place. He look down at the torn hole in the girls back to see the limbs connected to her bleeding muscle and flesh, and it sickened him to think he had caused this. The necklace that the girl had been wearing zipped from her neck and frantically circled the wound, panicking and fleeing to the library away from its master's trauma.

"Ilium." Gregory sputtered the words out, and the last runes carved in the air stuck to his hands, his left feeling a slight burn as the black obsidian reluctantly held the rune. He wrapped his hands along the base of the new wings and closed his eyes as the healing took place. He felt some of his own energy being sapped, along with some of the girls as the horrid wound knitted together. For a god, it was a quick fix, but for any mortal man it surely would have drained the caster and the wounded person completely. A single bead of sweat rolled of Gregory's temple as he stood and looked down at the girl. The clerics around immediately started cleaning and inspecting their own blood-splattered outfits, as the god studied the girl. She was strong, but this would take some time to heal.

"Prepare a cot here, in the main hall so that clerics are around her at all times. Leave plenty of room for her wings to spread, so you should set some kind of barrier up, or a watch. In fact, get one of the younger paladins to keep an eye on her. It's important that she be allowed to rest. You should set her up with some new clothes as well." Gregory removed a kerchief from the depths of his robe and proceeded to wipe the girl's forehead of sweat. "Perhaps now things will become clearer to you." With that he turned on his heel and headed towards his chamber. He needed to freshen up.


((OOC: Sorry If you didn't want to pass out, I can change it if you want, but the blood-loss and huge trauma would generally dictate at least passing out... We can just continue your awakening in the main hall perhaps?))

Then she felt a throbbing that pulsed through her, slowly growing in force and in pain. She had to make it stop! Her breath quickened and she clenched her teeth. Then, she managed to hiss out the words of a spell. Abruptly, the pain stopped and she felt herself relax. After only a moment, she staggered to her feet. Gregory was right in front of her, healing someone, an angel? Whose wings and back seemed covered in blood. He healed the wounds and rose to direct the others to take care of this injured one. She realized then that he was ignoring her now and she was about to yell at him again, when she realized that she was looking at herself on the ground. She stepped back in shock and it took her a moment to grasp what was happening, what she was seeing.

The words she had said… she wasn’t in her own body, she was soul walking. She looked behind her and saw that the wings were there too, though not the injuries. They were glowing slightly… Aether Draka was suddenly very frightened. She felt helpless and in remembering the pain she was afraid to return to her body. Not with all that blood. She circled around herself feeling so incredibly drained even now. And she wasn’t even in her body anymore! Her body would be starved once she returned to it. She knew it. Would her hunger try and take over? She hoped not…

“Perhaps now things will become clearer to you." AD’s spirit looked over at the God of Light at his words, even though her body remained still on the floor. He hadn’t intended her harm. She knew that. He had healed her even though he had been so angry at her just a moment before. She took a few steps after him, her unseen hand raising to stop him when he turned to leave, but didn’t follow. No, she had to think. What needed to be clear? He had been speaking to her. Perhaps he had given her an answer… To remember what he had said, to separate the words from everything else… Her spirit hand dropped heavily to her side.

She looked back at her prone form. Wings… she had wings? AD sat down where she was, about three feet from the direction her head was. She ignored the clerics as they walked through her as if she wasn’t there. In a way, she wasn’t. With a sigh she set to the task of figuring out what Gregory Faust, the God of Light Reborn… had told her. She felt she needed to remember it before she could even try to return to her body.