Though the light was warm against his skin he did feel any warmth. Dread filled him for he had tried and failed to find Morzan but to little effect. No matter how much of his magic, he could not locate Morzan anywhere though the spell that they had put upon him would not allow him to move.

Appearing in the small garden before the home of their master was an effort for Cyril for every thread of his being told him to flee to the uncharted realms beyond the mists where he may never be found but he did not know that the realm would lie or if he would survive. His eyes then looked down upon the stone bench. Cyril was appalled to see that a member of there order was taking an afternoon nap before there masters home. Feeling more annoyance rise he yelled at the sleeping figure “arise, damned elf! Maybe then I shall spare you from my powers when I place them upon you” for a moment he did not stir. Tempted to hit to make him wake but he slowly started to open his eyes.



With an angry snarl to see how slowly he was moving. Cyril reached down and pulled him up with his victims eyes half opened. Opening his eyes fully he looked around taking in Cyril and Emily who had been standing quietly make her appearance unknown.



Cyril gave Aonir a small smile to see that he was rubbing a purpling brose that was forming on his wrist. Cyril had no idea of who he was for if he had he would be upon his knees before him begging for his forgiveness before he killed him for abusing his pride. He looked upon Cyril “who are you to treat me like this?!” he laughed slightly at him “I am your superior in both age, duty ,power and title with in the cult now take me to our master” slowly Aonir stood allowing his white robes



Upon entering the home of Arandur their gaze fell upon the floor. Lying there was there master, wrapped in some kind of enchantment. Aonir led the silently up to him but Emily worried, the spell she had put upon Morzan would make him lye upon the ground in a state of eternal slumber until either another powerful mage broke it or the spell it self did not work. By her guess that the spell had somehow rebounded upon there master but she did not know how that could have happened.



Aonir hissed in annoyance as Cyril whispered so that only himself could hear “what magic is strong enough to affect my master but as long is this spell holds over him I could make good my escape” when he started to run, he noticed that his legs where now unmoving. Rage filled him for no matter how much he tried he could not move, his eyes turned to look upon Aonir who was casting a powerful spell upon Arandur.

Feeling his limbs become able to sustain movement he lunged at him, grabbing hold of his arm in an iron grip. Aonir tried to break his grip as pale blue light surged up his wrist “you will not condemn our master to uncertain fate but I will make sure that” a voice shouted at him “enough!! Cyril if you slay my brother then your soul is forfeit!!” Arandur's body glanced from blue light from his own powers and those of the spell. His eyes flew open and where glowing blue, he stood shakily but his movements showed his emotions of anger caused by what ever put him into his state of slumber.



Arandur stared angrily at Cyril believing that he was responsible for what had happened to him and allowing Morzan escape them. He had been reading a book on the subject of old dark rituals when he felt a sudden pain stab his heart like a warm blade coated in a burning a poison. Standing from the throne where he sat sending the book flying across the room. He yelled as he felt his own soul burning inside of his body, Arandur then felt the life drain from him. The only thing that he could remember was falling to lye on the rug that covered the stone floor. When he spoke his voice cold and sly “you let Morzan escape, you are a fool to do so, I admire your courage in coming I thought you would have fled to the dark lands, the hidden realms or the valley of those cursed witches and there monsters. Before I kill you tell me how you let him escape!” Both Arandur and Aonir where casting spells upon for they both where enraged by this foul mortal before them.



On his knees he pleaded with those cold blue eyes that he swore he could see the light gods heart which was almost black in colour and glowed with faint blue red light. Fear consumed as Cyril words came quickly from his lips “spare me, I will speak as swiftly as my tongue is able to for I have no desire perish. I do not how he broke the spells that where over him, I know that spells where strong over him but he had no strength or power to break them. I wonder if it was...you I know that you my lord wanted him dead and if I can way that the only being who could break them for it was you who put them on” his spine arched as blue light pulled him backwards.

Arandur leaned closer to him while magic filled Cyril's form “you know nothing of the divine and immortals, human” he cruelly whispered. Looking at his brother for a moment he stared straight into Cyril’s eyes “you mortal dare hurt my long lost brother! Prey that thee shall never meet him again for he is Aonir, the god of light from a distant world.” Cyril’s eyes widened. He had no idea that the man he had hurt was an all powerful god like his master. A sigh escaped him he knew no that he would not avoid the fate that the two gods had for him.



Suddenly Cyril screamed as he vanished into thin air. Emily started to back away from both Aonir and Arandur but she could for Arandur’s gaze had fixed to the spot when he turned his full will upon her. Emily grasped hold of what courage that she had when she spoke to Arandur “forgive me! My master, it was I who cast a spell upon Morzan to make him easier capture him for you once more. I ask you to spare me so I can” he raised his hand to silence her wagging tongue “alas for you I cannot, I will not explain what you did to you, witch now accept fate with what ever bravery you have.”



With an blink of an eye she was being dragged by the water all around. It was dragging her down into the watery darkness. The only thing she could hear was cold evil laughter from the voice of there master. Regret filled her for now she would never return to her home, wondering if she would have any peace in the realm of death.



Arandur walked into a chamber off the throne room with Aonir following close behind. Both walked in silence, wondering what was going through the other’s mind at this moment in the long path of there immortal lives.



Upon entering the small chamber, Aonir broke the silence by asking his brother “if I may ask you” Arandur looked over his shoulder to smile at him “why did that spell effect you? If it had hit Morzan then it should have not effected you in the slightest unless you have hidden something from the mortals that follow you” Arandur looked away from his brother with angry hiss.



Arandur stopped before a book on a white stone pedestal, Aonir blinked in surprise to fury upon his brother’s face “speak my brother of how you banished the dark gods from your own world?” Aonir did not answer his brother straight away wondering why he asked him this and why he was angry with him.

He did answer but kept an eye on his brothers movements, he had no great desire to test his power “I discovered a powerful a ritual in an ancient scroll, this ritual will create a portal banishing an imprisoning it’s victims in ice until their prison was broken. During this time I had managed to convince the other gods including an ally of them to aid me. I will not indulge you with the details of it for my memory of the species are vivid. I managed to imprison them all but at the price of my own blood, my nemesis, Nor god of night. With that accursed shadow blade of his impaled me through the chest, before he himself was banished to join with his fellow dark gods.”

A slight smile appeared on his lips but it was not of friendship “you paid with blood for your nemesis imprisonment but I paid with something that has haunted my being. I have only to explain to you that it was I who” he stopped. Aonir did not know what he had done to his fellow gods.



Narrowing his eyes, he stared into his brother’s cold eyes “what do you mean by this? I heard from your henchmen that the gods of this world are missing apart from you. How is this so?” Arandur thought for a moment seeing Aonir wanted an answer from his lips. Not all save his closet members of his cult knew the true reason why the gods went missing



Arandur winced as white light spiked deep into the back of his hand. No friendship was in him towards his brother for no one attacked and lived. Raising a hand, he pointed his fingers towards the heart of Aonir “why should I tell of any of the events of the past for you yourself know only half my true plans but if you persist I will have no choice but to act upon your ” Aonir took a step away from him. His own mind ravaged the concept of his brother actually harming him for blood kin was always important between most beings of there power when it came to relationships. Opening his mouth he spoke calmly to him “I shall ask you many a time for a truth that you hide so I my aid.”



Flicking his wrist slightly, blue light swarmed his brother lifting him off the ground. A cruel smile was on the lips of Arandur to see the fear and confusion on Aonir’s face “there is truly no light and dark when it comes to power in amongst the immortals of this world and others. Until you have learnt to keep your voice silent you will remain imprisoned unless you submit yourself fully to me, forgiveness is not a trait I am well known for so do not plague me with it” a small laugh escaped his lips remembering those where the same words he had said to Morzan the last the two spoke to the other.



His breath quickened with a feverish pace after he finished the spell. It had been sometime since he put the spell of binding upon an immortal god and he had always doubted that he would have the power perform the spell again.



Rest knew he should of had after he performed the spell he ignored. Soon, Morzan would regain his full power and maybe try to challenge him for out of the all the gods, his reason was more than just in his own mind. Arandur leaned over the book, forcing himself to use his powers with out falling asleep to find Morzan. The time it would take would be dependent on if Morzan used his powers or to that effect how much of his strength old he had regained. “only hours since his escape maybe even a full day, time is hard perception for I who time does not truly effect upon me” he let his gaze travel across the world through the crystal before him.



Darkness was over the Forrdiean valley but it was not the darkness of night which warmly invented the comfort of sleep to the creatures of light it was that of the darkness which smothered the soul with fear that only death could bring. It hid them sight of any sight aided by magic to see across long distances. A sigh escaped the lips of the mistress of the Forrdiean witches. She had led for many years now and did not want to be seen at this moment in time by Arandur not until she herself was ready to confront him. “it is not easy as you think for me to cast such a spell upon the realm of ours, eventually Arandur will come here for answers knowing that we have knowledge of what is happening beyond are boarders” she heard a sigh from one of her minions that stood before her.



The woman that stood before gave her a slight smile. Her name was Barthélemy she was the only child of the baker in the small village in which many of her minions left. She looked at her with eyes filled with worry “you are sure this is truly wise? If he comes here he will you be able to stop you from claiming you again my mistress in his powers for he is” her voice was rendered silent by unseen force. Inside her body pale light was tightening around her vocal chords but as they were about to destroy them it faded . She gagged as after she was realised from it allowing her to talk once more.

Her mistress voice echoed with that of those of others that joined with her own. Backing away from with her arms raised she kept her gaze fixed upon her encase she was going to inflict anymore of her powers upon.



A slight glow appeared in eyes of dark purple which was most likeable colour “child, your mortal existence would not understand. Anaxis is not himself for I need him at his most of terrifying in his powers they did not give his mortal identity...no you would not understand fully what had happen to us. He is making his final game, Arandur’s plan of consuming are souls so he may rule over the mortals of this world but he doubts that we who have long escaped can stop. He may have plans to stop the most powerful of us but he cannot stop we witches” demonic laughter echoed around them and Barthélemy joined them though looking confused.

Words came serpentine from her lips “I am by mortal name I am known as Carmilna but my true name is that Zanithriel” her voice fell into a mesmerizing whisper “goddess of illusion, deceit , chaos and of the art of witch craft.”