The Will of the Fates (Dead)

Xenophilious Ishtakhar

"That's just cute," I sneered, before the Fates had gone. "Rebels! Do you want to be used as pawns for the games of the Fates? Think about that."
I stalked out of the room, motioning for Andra to follow me.

Andra

The prophetic servants left, leaving Xeno with a look of contempt. He didn't like people showing him up. After a dramatic outburst he left the cave, motioning for me to follow him. I ran to catch up with him, his long legs carrying him away fast. "I wouldn't anger them. They're the servants of destiny. Literally. As much as you hate to admit it, they're more powerful then you."

At that he threw a knife directly at a tree. I grabbed it and pulled it out. "Save your energy. You'll need it." I gave him the knife back and patted him on the back.

I walked back into the cave. "Where are you going?"

"Crowd control," I called to him, and without looking back, saluted him. "Calm down, then we can zap their asses"

After a moment, I gave in, moved to a dark corner of the room, and took my shirt off. My shoulder was matted with blood. Without saying anything, I put my fingers across it, watching it come alive with a glow. When the glow faded, my shoulder was healed. I reached for my shirt again.