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were the same golden beams all around him, stretching through the darkness. But they definitely were not in the shape of a human. They instead created a latticework that seemed like a shell, except long and tapering to a point. The beams within himself were far larger than the others had been. There was power running through them, rushing towards the point that connected him to the human. At that point there was no golden beam, but a fragile looking blue vine that seemed to creep into the aura and wound itself around one of the beams within his savior.
    I guess that means I’m not a human. But maybe I was at one point? He thought in disappointment. This must be how we are connected. They must be relying on me to give them power. If that’s the trade I have to make to stay out of that void then I’m getting the better end of the deal! I don’t even need that power for anything to begin with.
    Tyrus was both satisfied and dismayed when he stopped inspecting his aura. Anything was an improvement over the void, but he was still trapped.
    He pulled back to the real world, his mind going blank at what he felt. All around him were countless auras, and his perception of them was far more accurate than when he had first woken up. He could sense both the dark cloud and the calm aura from before. The dark cloud’s hatred and anger had lessened, but were still the most prominent emotions he could feel. They were directly next to his own human’s aura, while the calm one was on the dark cloud’s other side. What had truly drawn his attention and set him on high alert though, was the aura he sensed on the other side of his grey and green ally.
    It was pitch black with disdain and hatred. Evil intent was cascading off of it, almost attacking the auras around it. He could feel his partner’s aura trembling, and anger was rapidly welling up within it, even though they were trying to suppress it. Tyrus could feel his own anger instantly rush to the forefront of his mind in response, after so long being trapped with nothing and nobody to vent his anger and troubles on he couldn’t control it. At the back of his mind he knew the anger he felt wasn’t normal, but it was beyond him to stop at that point. He couldn’t let this threat stand. He had to act.

Chapter Two
    “Y our father isn’t going to be very happy with you if you plan to wear that to the dinner,” Sarena’s grandfather said. He was standing next to the door to the great hall, waiting for her to arrive with a wide grin was on his face as he spoke.
    “It belongs to me now, and no Garland is ever far from their weapon. That’s what you taught me isn’t it?” Sarena said while looking at the sword at her waist proudly, wearing a plain brown leather tunic and matching trousers. She would have preferred a shoulder harness herself - the sword was too long to fit comfortably at her side - but she hadn’t had time to arrange for one before the dinner.
    “Well spoken,” her grandfather said while nodding. “While I doubt he will see it that way, you are well within your right to do so. Although I’m not sure the prince is going to be pleased either. Going by the rumors, he’s a spoiled brat that doesn’t know his own place. Or I suppose he knows it too well. Nobody is willing to offend the great prophesied hero. ”
    Sarena frowned while looking at him. “You shouldn’t say that grandfather, not here. Anyone could be listening, and not everyone within the keep is so loyal that they wouldn’t snitch to the prince for a bit of coin. And whether the prince likes it or not, I am from the Garland line, and no Garland is ever without a weapon. Even the king allows you to keep your sword in his presence doesn’t he?”
    “Yes, yes. You are right of course. Now enough of this, we have a long and boring dinner to get through," he said while chuckling. He turned to the door and opened it, striding into the great hall proudly. If Sarena didn’t know any better she would