Hunter

Asdal:

"Those two lead the people working against the hunters." Asdal said with a quick look to her, "They're the first people you'd want to talk to if you wanted to help take down the hunters, and they're almost as good as Kara at hiding their own." He shot them a smile, "I had the pleasure to meet them once before."

"We remember," growled Shadow Claw, "I recall you running off the first time the hunters got close. You just disappeared the same way you showed up. And now you've got the nerve to sit in the same room as us and talk as though nothing was wrong."

Asdal's eyes narrowed, "No offence, but I've got a family to consider here. They might not be blood relations, but they're the closest I've got. I'm not putting them in trouble, and I've been around long enough to see how the hunters work."

Polemist:

"Family?" Polemist laughed, then he looked stern, "Family is rubsih."

Asdal looked at him angry "Maybe to you, demon."

Polemist looked at him, the other murmured around them "Yes they were."

Asdal looked at him "Were? Did the hunters kill them?"

Polemist looked at him "No."

Asdal "then why did you say that they were?"

Polemist looked at him "Because it wasn't the hunters that killed them... It was me." Polemist said

The room fell dead silent.

Polemist continued "They had it coming. They were guilty... Just like everyone else."
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Qiti:

He looked at this man who had just spoken. Surely this guy was mad.

Surely.

[Fayne Premonelle]

The room had fallen deathly silent. Fayne figited around uncomfortabley in her seat as did many other people. Everyone seemed to take a short step back away from the man who had spoken.

"Well," Fayne said in a sort of, choked whisper. "That was, um... interesting. I suppose," she looked to Asdal, hopeful that he might say something else that would cut the tension in the air, but he was as silent as the rest.

"Guilty of what, Polemist?" asked Kara softly.

Polemist:

He looked at Kara's soft expression.

"Betrayal." He sighed.

"Since the day I was born, my folks had always kept distance of me, they treated me like scum. My brother and sister weren't much better. One day they decided that they had had enough of me. They drove to a lake... probably to throw me in there. I remember being tied up in the back of our car. When they opened it.." Polemist now had a maniacal smile on "I slaughtered all of them."

((Skye))

Skye's eyes regarded Polemist carefully. She shifted, unconsciously, closer to the wounded Ilios, just in case. Kara was the only one who's expression hadn't wavered. Her eyes were kind and soft in the wizardly magic sort of way. Maybe she was spelling him so he wouldn't do anything stupid.

Skye shifted her talon across the linoleum floor, making a short screech. Everyone's eyes were averted to the source of the sound, happy to take their eyes away. Kara still held Polemist's attention. He was still smiling.

"It is understandable." Kara finally decided. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. She stood and walked across to the middle of the room, arms folded.

"So who else is hurt? I'm glad to mend wounds while you're all here. If you wish to stay longer then I'd like Skye to escort you all to the barracks. They have room, food and others waiting for you." Kara's doe eyes swept to Skye's own gold. She nodded and turned, heading towards her lab.

Everyone's eyes watched her go and quickly turned to Skye. Skye gave a short sigh and stood with a bit of difficulty. She shifted her claw so she could walk easier and waved a hand. Out of the kitchen the walked through a living room full of papers, computers and other oddities which seemed to be magical objects. They came to what looked like a bookshelf. Skye calmly walked up to it and placed her finger on the book The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. A whirring noise could be heard and a click soon after. The book shelf swung on a rotation platform and emitted the MythBeasts.

The room seemed more like a cavern. Darkness enveloped rows and rows of tents. In the middle a fireplace stood, figures sitting around it. The smell of beans wafted with the sound of water dripping and horses nickering. Skye stepped in and allowed everyone after. She took the back, pressed a button and closed the bookshelf.

"You all can stay here for a while. Kara housed a whole army of us once and this is the remnants. Find a tent to stay in and mark it as yours somehow. Don't piss on it like an animal, however." Skye grinned at the story. "If you need me I'll be in the courtyard."

With those words Skye fanned out her wings and took off. She only had to fly for a few moments before she came to the fire. Skye let down in front of the other MythBeasts. "Evenin'." She said with a smile as she sat down.

Polemist:

He walked up to one bed, somewhere in the corner. He sat on it and smiled again.
This time it wasn't a crazy smile... more of the happy class.


He had met, a few interesting souls while being here: That Glacier kid, something about the child had struck him. Also this Kara woman, she hadn't made any other expression than that soft smile, while Polemist spoke. She was... intriguing. Then the dark elf... Polemist hoped that she was not dead yet. Though it was of no matter.

She had just been more... evil. More like Polemist.

But she was most probably dead. What a shame, he thought.

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Qiti:

He had chosen a book and had started to read in a candle light.

He had almost forggoten Polemist's story.

[Fayne Premonelle]

Asdal and Fayne were following the back, Kara had gone somewhere else. But where? thought Fayne, a sort of shiver running down her spine. She came to the middle of the room where a harpy was sitting and glanced around at the others. That boy who had told that he slaughtered some people was at bed.

Fayne shifted unconfortably again, for the first time noticing that the door had closed. She begged silently that it wasn't locked from the outside like some doors were. "S-so," Fayne coughed and cleared her voice. "What about these hunter people. The ones that attacked me when we first met,"

Asdal smiled, remember how it was only a few moments ago. "Yes?"

"What exactly are they for?" she pulled a knee up and leaned on it, looking around the room again.

Asdal:

He shrugged, "They're not for anything in particular. Despite their apparent unity, they've all got their own agendas. Some of them think we're dangerous, others just want to use us as servants."

"We? Us?"

"Mythbeasts." He said, as though it were as simple as that. She gave him an incredulous look, obviously she thought it sounded to much like the name of a child's favourite television show or something. He grinned, a little sheepishly, then continued, "Those of us who...aren't quite human, and have powers, sort of. Like your scythe thing, or my draining power."

"Right."

"They've got these collars, I'ran collars. They bend whoever wears one to the will of whoever's wearing the corresponding command bracelet. It's complex, but basically, steer clear of the collars. Anyway, as I said, many of them have different agendas. But most of the time they work together, because we're so valuable. Or, in some cases, they just try to kill us. Polemist, the guy who killed his family, is on the kill list, I think." He shivered, "I was as well, once. They think I'm someone else, though." He paused, "But maybe, since I used my power, they'll work out who I am again..." He stared into the fire for a long moment, then looked up with a smile, "That all you wanted to know?"

Skye touched down again before Fayne could speak, smiling around at them, "Evenin'."

Fayne looked about to speak again, but Asdal interrupted, "Skye might be better for some of your questions, though. If they concern the resistance, ask her, not me."

Glacier (Blaine Sharde)


Glacier looked around curiously, it had been awhile since he had been in such a nicely furbished house . . or in a house at all.

After wandering aimlessly around for a while he came across an ornamental door. Being partially kender, his curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the handle.

With a clack the handle bent down and the door loosened it's mechanism, Glacier swung the door open with a creep - goosebumps forming on his neck in anticipation.

His eyes wide he stared into the room and only saw a person sitting on a bed in the corner of the room. His foolish smile faded, hopes dashed, he had been hoping to find some sort of mythical treasure . . . or creature.

Sighing he made a move to exit the room. But then he realized who he had actually barged upon. Polemist.

Glacier's eyes narrowed, "Hey you! I still have a bone to pick with you."

But he lost the conviction in his voice by trailing off with, "I really don't have a bone and I don't want you to choose one with me . . ."

He shook his head, "You were trying to change the subject weren't you!?!"

Polemist stared at him, Glacier pouted and continued, "Well, I'll have you know I'm not distracted that easily! . . . now, why did I want to talk to you again?"

He cradled his chin with his hand for a few seconds staring off into space; then a light flickered behind his eyes - realization dawning in them, "AHA! Now, I have to say your beliefs are all messed up."

Polemist made a move to talk but Glacier cut him off, "And no arguing! Everyone is innocent, not guilty. I have no idea what would make you come to the conclusions, you have. But I have had my own fair share of bad life, so don't just go choosing wrong beliefs because of unfair wrongs in the past."

Glacier continued, obviously intent on getting to something meaningful, "You know what? I think I'm going to have to enlighten you. When I was 5 my family shunned me because I had pointed ears - a lowly reason as that. But I still do not blame them for what they did. Because I realized that if I was in their shoes, I would've done the exactly the same thing."

A sad look clouded Glacier's usual cheerful eyes as he to Polemist, "If in doubt look at things their way . . . would you in their place ave done anything different?"

This question obviously took Polemist by surprise and he looked as though he was considering an answer.

Polemist:


He thought about it and then answered "Yes."

Glacier smiled believing that he had made polemist understand.

"And that is why everyone is guilty... Evryone would do it." Polemist shook his head.

Glacier (Blaine Sharde)

Glacier smiled a warm smile, "And THAT is where you are wrong. Did they have the right to do what they did? No, but then ask yourself did they have a pure reason? I sometimes wonder if my parents cast me out because I am the way I am but I know that the only reason they left me was because that they were afraid I would executed for being so different."

"How can they be guilty, if they were doing something for the benefit of the innocent? Are then the innocent guilty for being helped by the guilty? Or is everyone in this world that you've concocted guilty? Even babies only few minutes old?"

Glacier now held a steady gaze with Polemist, "I read that Everyone is created equal. Therefore a baby, just born can only possibly be innocent, what have they done to be guilty? If the baby is innocent, then everyone else is equal and therefore innocent."

"But according to your world, if everyone was guilty there would be no need for police or law. Everything would be corrupt and nothing would have order. But having said that, if everyone was guilty would guilt then become innocence because innocence does not exist and is mistaken? Then if guilt was innocence wouldn't innocence then be guilt, THEREFORE, guilt is innocence. SO when you say everyone is guilty what you are in truth saying is that everyone is innocent."

Glacier folded his arms, he was sure he had to ave won this round. But he had still few tricks up his sleeves.

He looked to Polemist waiting for a reply.

Polemist:

He looked at the boy and laughed, not a dry laugh but more of the jolly kind. He asked Glacier "Ever read the bible?" He asked

Glacier nodded.

"Ever heard of the original sin?" Polemist looked at Glacier and before the boy could argue polemist continued "Do you know? The world is a crazy place." He said "The guilty are watched by the corrupt. Those not corrupt in the police have killed... or harmed, so they are gulty. Then there are those who take upon the forces of gult and chaos. Those whom carry death and laugh. Those are like me."

He smiled.

"Innocens is something you are born with and something that vanishes after a few minutes."

Glacier looked at Polemist. Polemist stood up, "And as our civilization walks to anarchy... I will bring it to the end."

Glacier (Blaine Sharde)



Glacier was fired up, he had managed to get Polemist to say that not everyone was guilty, "I've read the bible, but I think it's a bunch of crap. If someone created us, what about elves, kenders, magical people? Not in there at all are they? Original Sin, hey? If its true we aren't even part of us, we being magical people. Has the bible ever mentioned US? No, we do EXIST so the bible is just a bunch of lies. And if it was true do tell me how eating an apple is considered a sin?"

For effect he pulled an apple seed out of his coat, and poured magic into it, the flesh of an apple formed around it. He took a bite out of it with relish, "I say your beliefs are rubbish, you believe everyone is guilty, but you back up your beliefs with myths and fancy. The bible? Sure, it has to have SOME truths, but seeing as we're not mentioned doesn't mean it's a lie? So, dear Polemist will you bring an end to civilization?"

He took another bite of the apple and some of the juice dribbled down his chin. He swallowed, "Bringing down the world is not going to work, because now you believe there IS innocence in this world. You destroy the world, you destroy the innocence. More babies are born on this earth on a ratio to people dieing. Even as we speak, on is being born now . .. and now . . . and now. You destroy civilization and you destroy innocence."

"After talking to you, I think I'm beginning to see where you skewered view came from, your parents tried to kill you or something . . . and you got revenge. Did it feel good? What if your mother had been carrying a baby, a living INNOCENT conscious inside her? Would you still feel good? Do you still feel like killing everyone, because they are guilty? Would you then kill me because I am guilty? I'm standing here trying to change you, isn't that perceived as being guilty to you?"

He looked Polemist straight in the eye, even though he was standing up, "Kill me."

Polemist looked slightly shocked. Glacier began with a sad smile, "Why kill me, you ask yourself? How guilty am I? Well your logic says that everyone is guilty, so it really doesn't matter does it?"

Polemist was frozen for a second before replying.

Polemist:

He liked this boy more every second, he streched. "Well the killing part felt good. I uess that I'm a naturall destroyer. But I normmaly don't kill people I like, or need. To accomplish my goals."

"As only from the ashes of civilization will another rise." He looked at Glacier "Now I have something to say to you, I do not wish to end life but to create a new dawn. For that I need the chaos. Your power is life, Glacier. Mine is death."

Glacier


Glacier didn't understand, "You wish to create a new dawn? Why not recreate the sun?"

Glacier shook his head, "If you do not wish to end life, why must you take so many without consideration? I may represent life, but so do does everything else on this earth that is alive."

Glacier continued, "A new dawn? Just destroying everything won't make the earth a better place. For earth to be a better place, people need to understand that it is bad! No one does, they are all ignorant and innocent of others who are guilty and murderous."

"Your life is but one many, your life isn't immortal. Your life is. It is neither guilty nor innocent. Life is LIFE. DEATH is DEATH. Bringing about death will not bring about more life, all it will bring about is more DEATH. You want a new beginning? Live in a undisturbed rainforest for 10 years, with no contact with the human world. Try that on. Maybe you'll understand why you can't bring about this "New Dawn." "

Glacier sighed, "I'm not getting anywhere with you am I?" he took a breath and closed his eyes.

Wind blew in through the windows controlled by Glacier's hand movements, "Polemist, what you fail to understand is that YOU, YOURSELF cannot change the world to suit yourself. It's like sharing a room with people and redecorating it with all your own stuff, while throwing out theirs."

The wind stopped and Glacier opened his eyes, "If I could I would show you what I have lived in, how I see the world. But . . . I can't I'm describing it best to you as I can."

He looked t the half eaten apple in his hands, conjuring some magic he made it as good as new. He threw it at Polemist, "Here indulge in some sin. It tastes better than you'd think."

Polemist caught and looked slightly unsure whether to eat it or not. Glacier chuckled drily, he'd said enough useless words to convince this fool to the better.

He pulled a seed out, conjured magic and watched the flesh of a dragonfruit grow around it, he smiled.

Time to use some force. With a snap of his fingers the apple in Polemist's hands grew into thick strong red vines and wrapped around him.

Glacier skipped over to Polemist who was having a hard time trying to breath. Glacier began, "It seems words are useless with you. Maybe I'll leave you here and go ask for some sleeping pills, you look like you need a long res-"

Suddenly Glacier's body convulsed and went limp. It then continued it's action as if nothing had happened.

"You think I stand for life?" Glacier's eyes had darkened over and become totally black, "Oh, no that would be my little brother Blainey."

Polemist was staring at Glacier - who wasn't actually Glacier, "Who are you?"

Glacier smiled manically, "I'm Shaine. Blainey's older brother."

Shaine licked his teeth, "What shall I do with you?"

Polemist's eyes narrowed, "Why have you taken over Glacier's body?"

Shaine rolled his eyes, "Well, you see, if you get my lil bro here all fired up, I appear. Now don't go thinking that I'm just Blainey gone bad. No, I'm someone else entirely."

He held out a hand to shake Polemists, mocking the fact that he was stuck in the vines and couldn't move his own arms, "It's nice to meet you Polemist. I've been hearing so much about you. The name's Shaine Sharde, I like to be called Scorch."

It was like he was completely opposite of Glacier, his whole attire changed, slumped back and shoulders, eyelids drooped, mouth in a crooked sneer/smile and crazy black eyes.

Scorch clucked his tongue, "This won't do, I like them in pain, you seem too content."

He flicked his right hand and the vines surrounding Polemist burst into flames, Polemist screamed and Scorch sneered, "Ahh that's better."

Scorch's eyes narrowed, then he clutched at his head screaming, he yelled, "NO! BLAINEY! IT'S MY TURN TO PLAY."

Scorch gritted his teeth and tore at his hair; then as suddenly as it came it went. Scorch's body went limp and convulsed, then his eyes flashed opened; a reassuring red.

He yelled and flung his arms out commanding water to Polemist in the flmaes. The water arrived and hissed as it made contact with the blaze. It slowly went out.

Polemist staggered out of the the mess and Glacier caught him. Glacier laid him on the ground and tears dripped down his cheeks, "Why Scorch?"

His brother answered in his mind, Because you wanted me too.

I DIDN't!!!! I just wanted to . . . help.

Glacier dropped to his knees next to Polemist, cluthcing his head he began to cry, "Why?"