The World Cried Out

All right, Chapter four is here! Things are going to be getting a bit more exciting, or at least that’s what I think. Things are also going to be heating up in the beginning of this chapter *Wink wink* Well, not much else to talk about so I shall let you guys loose, have fun!

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The city of Westaria was peaceful and quiet, night settling on it like a blanket. Most of its people were in their homes and lights from candles and lamps could be seen through windows.

In Lord Westaria’s mansion activity was slowing down for the night. Servants’ made their last rounds to make sure everything was in order and soldiers were stationed in certain area’s to protect the large building. Everything seemed to be calming down, except in one certain room. On one of the higher levels of the mansion was Lord Westaria’s room.

It was a spacious room filled with only the best furniture and decorations. On one side was a monster of a bed. It could fit a group of people with ease and had covers that were a deep blue.

On the bed lay two people. One was Lyserius and the other was Lord Westaria. The sheets were pulled up enough to cover their waists, hiding their current undressed state. Lyserius was lying on his side, holding his head up with his hand and looking down at the other Lord with a smile playing on his lips.

“Trenzil, you’re absolutely lovely in the afterglow of a good tumble in the sheets,” the man purred and let his fingernails trail over the chiseled lines of Lord Westaria’s chest. The other man enjoyed the touch and closed his eyes. He was still panting lightly from their activities and a fine layer of sweat covered his body.

“You always say that, Lyserius,” he muttered with a small smile. The Salarian chuckled and leaned over to place a kiss on the Lords lips.

“That’s because it’s true,” Lyserius whispered before tracing Trenzil’s lower lip with his tongue. The man below him parted his lips and the two shared a passionate kiss. Lord Westaria always thought he could die from just kissing the Salarian. The taste and feel of his lips were almost too good to bare.

Lyserius gave Trenzil’s bottom lip a good nip before pulling away. He then moved so he was partially on top of the other man, hands on either side of Trenzil’s body to hold him up.

“So, we are in agreement then, correct?” Lyserius asked. Lord Westaria stared up at him in confusion for a moment before he remembered what they had been talking about

“Ah, yes, about Avian,” he said as he played with a few tresses of Lyserius’ hair that was falling around him like a pitch black veil. “From what you’ve told me it does sound like you’re the best man to help him. I’ve never seen magic like Avian’s before. I’ve heard it takes years and years to learn magic like that and he said he’s only been doing it for a month, incredible. Do you really think you’ll be able to teach him to control it?” Trenzil asked him curiously. Lyserius chuckled and lifted one of his hands to run his thumb over Lord Westaria’s mouth.

“Do you even have to question that?” he asked, smiling when Trenzil licked the pad of his thumb. “Like I said, such a thing is common amongst my people so who better to help him?” Lord Westaria took Lyserius’ hand and pulled it away from his face.

“Yes, that part I understood, but what I don’t understand is why it has happened to Avian. He’s human,” Trenzil told him. Lyserius looked thoughtful then shrugged.

“I don’t know either. Maybe humans are beginning to change and advance. Possibly, one day in the future, it will be common for people to gain powers like Avian,” Lyserius mused. Trenzil stared up at him with a blank look.

“That’s a scary thought, Lyserius, but also intriguing at the same time.” Lord Westaria then sighed and gave a sad smile. “Too bad I probably won’t be around long enough to see it.” Lyserius ran the back of his hand across Trenzil’s cheek.

“Don’t talk like that, Trenzil, you still have many years on you,” the Salarian King told him. The other man smiled and covered Lyserius’ hand with his own.

“Yes, that’s true, but soon this body is going to get even older and eventually die,” he said then chuckled softly. “Then I won’t be so attractive anymore. Not like you.” Trenzil lifted his hand and touched Lyserius’ face. “You never seem to change. You’re still as beautiful as the day I first met you,” Lord Westaria told him fondly. Lyserius laughed and bent down to kiss him.

“That’s not true. I’ll have you know I’ve grown my hair out since then,” he told Trenzil in a playful tone. The man laughed then lifted his arms to place his hands on Lyserius’ smooth back.

“You know what I mean, Lyserius. I’ve known you for twenty-one years and you still look like you’re in your twenties. It’s just amazing to me,” he explained.

“Yes, humans have such short life spans compared to our own. But honestly you’re aging more gracefully than other humans I’ve seen. You’re keeping your body strong and the only major differences are that there is more wisdom in your eyes and your hair has turned from brown to grey,” Lyserius told him.

“Ah yes, I wasn’t expecting it to turn so soon, but I guess it’s true what people say about stress,” Lord Westaria said with a soft laugh.

“Well, I think this color makes you look rather distinguished,” Lyserius praised, running his fingers through the mane of grey. Lord Westaria laughed and leaned into the touch.

“Your words are so syrupy sweet they make me blush like a young boy, but thank you. You’re really the only one I’d ever want to hear say those things,” Trenzil confessed. Lyserius smiled and bent down to capture the Lord’s lips in another kiss. Instead of pulling away the Salarian’s mouth started moving southward, down Trenzil’s jaw and past his neck.

Lord Westaria closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling and his heart started to race. He sucked in his breath when Lyserius nipped rather roughly at his collar bone and a soft groan came from his throat.

The Salarian soothed the angered skin with his tongue and was pleased at the mark he had made. Lyserius then continued on his path, tasting the salty skin with his tongue. He enjoyed the noises he extracted from the man under him and was determined to make Trenzil cry out more.

Trenzil’s back arched up, pressing his body into Lyserius’ when the Salarian wrapped his lips around a perked nipple.

“Ah, L-Lyserius…” Trenzil moaned in a strained voice. Lyserius didn’t reply as he continued to torment the little nub with his mouth and tongue. He moved on to its twin and scraped the bit of flesh with his teeth then quickly dabbed it with his tongue.

Trenzil was now shuddering and moaning from the tormenting and pleasurable actions. He loved the things Lyserius did to him. No one else could make him feel so fulfilled or wanted. No one else could get him to let go and enjoy himself so freely in carnal pleasures.

Lord Westaria looked down to stare at Lyserius as he worked. The Lord then realized that Lyserius’ antlers were dangerously close to his face. He was always wary of them, but the Salarian had never hurt him with them before.

Trenzil took one of his hands that had been fisted into Lyserius’ hair and ran his fingertips over one of the glossy antlers. The Salarian stopped what he was doing when he felt the touch and looked up at Trenzil curiously. Lyserius always had a thing about people touching his antlers; it was one of his pet peeves. When Lord Westaria saw Lyserius looking at him he chuckled.

“I always think you’re going to gouge my eyes out with these,” Trenzil told him as he ran his finger to one of the tips. Lyserius chuckled and gave another lick to the mans nipple, making him shiver.

“Give me a bit more credit, Trenzil. I’ve had these almost my whole life, I know how to be cautious,” the Salarian King told the Lord.

“I know, I know, Lyserius, but it’s still a bit unnerving is all,” Trenzil said.

“Well, I suppose I should get them further away then,” Lyserius purred. Lord Westaria raised an eyebrow then realized what the man meant as Lyserius began moving further down his body.

Trenzil closed his eyes and let his head fall back as Lyserius’ tongue traced the lines of his stomach. Cold air was then blown on the wet trail and the Lord let out a shaky moan.

Lyserius reached Trenzil’s navel and dipped his tongue into the small hole. He glanced up to watch the other man writher, loving the fact that he alone could make the otherwise strong and proud man moan and beg like a common whore.

But the Salarian King grew tired of seeing just the emotion of lust and pleasure from his puppet. Lyserius smirked as he decided it was time to tug on a different string.

“Trenzil, do you mind if I ask a question?” Lyserius inquired before kissing the mans bellybutton.

“A-Anything you want,” Lord Westaria replied. Lyserius didn’t ask his question right away, taking his time moving back up Trenzil’s body. Biting, licking and kissing along the way until he was back to the Lord’s chest.

“What would your wife say if she were to see you right now? With me? Enjoying each others bodies so?” Lyserius bit back a malicious grin as the man under him froze.

Trenzil lifted his head to look down at Lyserius with a wide eyed look. The Lord then scowled and turned his head to the side.

“Why must you bring her up?” Trenzil asked bitterly. Lyserius glided up the rest of the way until his mouth was almost pressed against the other mans ear.

“I’m sorry, Trenzil, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just curious,” the Salarian apologized, placing the back of his hand against Trenzil’s cheek. Lord Westaria sighed and closed his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, Lyserius, it’s just a sore spot with me.” Trenzil then turned his head to look up at Lyserius. “To answer your question, I doubt she’d really care even if she wasn’t on a trip to Bosalt right now. I know she has her own little toys around this mansion ready to serve at the snap of her fingers,” he said with an irritable sigh. Lyserius caressed his cheek comfortingly and Trenzil covered that hand with his own.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed this marriage was a wreck from the start,” Lord Westaria continued. “We’re only together still for the sake of our people and our image. I swear this kind of relationship would have killed me years ago if it wasn’t for you, Lyserius,” he told. “If I didn’t have you who knows how things would have ended, I owe so many things to you.”

Lyserius smiled softly, the words pleasing him greatly. Knowing that he held power over the single thread that kept the other man from unraveling completely was extremely wonderful.

“You poor thing, I’m sorry you have to be subjugated to such a thing. One of the many sacrifices those that hold our ranks have to make. But I’m happy that I can ease your pain, my old friend,” Lyserius told him. Trenzil gave Lyserius’ hand a squeeze.

“You don’t just ease it, Lyserius, you eradicate it. Gods, I can’t even fathom what it would be like if you never came into my life. I don’t even want to think of it,” Trenzil said softly. He was surprised when Lyserius’ mouth was suddenly on his own.

“Then don’t think of it, my lovely Trenzil,” Lyserius whispered against his lips. “I’m here and I don’t plan on leaving you.” *Not as long as I still have use for you that is,* the Salarian thought.

Trenzil was oblivious to the cruel thoughts and was filled with relief at Lyserius’ words.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that, Lyserius, so very, very happy,” the Lord told him and Lyserius’ smile widened into a seductive grin.

“Then why don’t you show me just how happy I make you?” he asked before suddenly grinding his body against the man below him. Trenzil cried out and stiffened as the Salarian rubbed their lower halves together. After the shock past, Lord Westaria smirked at the Salarian King deviously.

“I suppose I could, if you insist so much,” Trenzil replied playfully as he placed his hands on Lyserius’ sides and ran them down the lean body until they rested on the mans thighs. Lyserius gave a soft grunt of approval at the heated touches.

“Oh I insist, I insist very much,” Lyserius told him before capturing Trenzil’s mouth again in a passionate kiss. Lord Westaria moaned as his mouth was filled with Lyserius’ tongue once more and he wrapped his arms around the Salarian’s waist.

Lyserius, on the other hand, snuck his hand underneath Trenzil’s leg then lifted it to place around his waist. The Lord got the message and lifted his hips, offering himself completely to the other man. They broke apart and stared into each others eyes, a look of absolute trust on Trenzil’s face. Lyserius loved hid total submission and was more than ready to take him a second time that night when the Salarian King suddenly froze. He looked to the side toward the door and his eyes narrowed.

Lord Westaria stared at him curiously and turned to see what the other man was looking at. He was further perplexed when he saw nothing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking back up at his bed partner. Lyserius didn’t answer, continuing to stare at the door. He then sighed and shook his head.

“Forgive me, Trenzil, but there is something I need to attend to,” he said as he slipped the Lord’s leg off from around him.

“What? Now?” Trenzil asked him in disbelief. Lyserius chuckled at the crushed look on Lord Westaria’s face.

“Yes, now I’m afraid, but don’t worry I’ll be right back,” Lyserius reassured him as he made his way off the massive bed. The Salarian King took his time stretching out his body after he stood up. He was amused when he could practically feel Trenzil’s eyes feasting on his nude form.

When he was done Lyserius strode over to his discarded clothes. He didn’t bother getting fully dressed, just slipping on the lower half of his dark blue and black robes to cover him from the waist down.

“I’ll be back,” he said to the disheveled Lord who was still lying on the bed.

“I sure hope so. I’ve never known you to not finish what you started,” Trenzil said teasingly as he watched Lyserius walk to the door.

“You have that more than right,” the Salarian King told him with a wink before opening the door and walking through the doorway.

When Lyserius closed the door and made sure it was securely shut he looked around the long, dark hallways.

“Castrose? Castrose, where are you?” he called out in a hushed voice. He turned when he heard metal footsteps coming towards him. He saw a soldier running towards him and he was perplexed when the man stopped in front of him.

“You called, Master?” the soldier asked and saluted. Lyserius lifted an eyebrow in confusion. The Salarian then looked down and saw a long, black tail swishing behind the soldier. He gazed back at his face to see the man smirking at him.

“Castrose?” Lyserius asked.

“Of course, Master, who else would come to that name?” the soldier asked and removed his helmet, revealing black cat ears. Lyserius chuckled and shook his head.

“No one else I suppose. What are you doing in that form?” Lyserius questioned. Castrose shrugged casually.

“Thought I’d try something new, but I don’t like it. My wings are being crushed in this armor,” the false soldier complained with a pout. Lyserius laughed and scratched Castrose behind his ear to comfort him, being repaid with a pleasant purr.

“I’m glad you finally made it here. What news do you bring me?” the Salarian King asked, drawing back his hand. Castrose straightened up and ran a hand through his hair.

“Not anything good if that’s what you were expecting,” he replied. Lyserius frowned and crossed his arms.

“Napier hasn’t been successful in locating the other threats?” he asked and Castrose shook his head.

“Nope, not a thing, to put it in his words exactly.” Lyserius watched as Castrose form started to change. His hair grew long and white and his eyes changed to blue. His armor turned into flowing white, light blue, and gold robes. His skin turned a fair peach color and a light blue marking appeared on his left cheek. When the morphing stopped an almost perfect duplication of Napier stood before Lyserius, minus the cat ears and tail and small purple wings coming from his back.

“This is what Napier told me,” Castrose said. “‘I can no longer see what I ask of the stars. It is as if something is clouding my vision, blocking any view of where the other Warriors could be,’” Castrose repeated in a perfect imitation of Napier’s voice. “’I’m afraid something or someone is preventing me from seeing them so I am of no use now. I’m sorry, Lyserius,’” he said, placing the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically. Castrose then spun around and fell into Lyserius’ arms. The Salarian couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

“You do know that Napier would be furious if he saw you portraying him in such a way, don’t you?” he asked. Castrose just smiled and reached up his arms to wrap around Lyserius’ neck.

“Like that would stop me?” he shot back. Lyserius chuckled as he held the shape shifter to him. His expression then turned serious.

“But if what he says is true, then things just got more complicated. If Napier can’t locate the other brats then it’ll take a lot longer to find them ourselves. The question is though, what could be powerful enough to block Napier’s vision? Looks like Earth has more tricks up its sleeve than I thou…Castrose, will you cut that out? I’m trying to think here,” he said, looking down at the other man who was sniffing his skin and trailing his fingers down Lyserius’ bare chest. Castrose’s ears twitched and he looked up at the other man with a smirk.

“It’s not my fault if you smell so delightful. You know how the smell of arousal attracts me so,” Castrose purred as his hand trailed down to brush against Lyserius’ crouch. The Salarian King made an odd noise and grabbed Castrose’s wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Well, you did interrupt me during a rather intimate moment with the Lord,” Lyserius told him. The Napier duplicate smiled innocently and leaned up to lick the tip of the Salarian’s nose.

“Just doing my job of reporting, Master,” he told him. Lyserius shook his head with a smile.

“You Felyant’s are so mischievous, but I’ll play with you later, Castrose. Right now I shouldn’t keep my current playmate waiting,” he said and Castrose pouted.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“You can go entertain yourself by stalking the halls of the mansion. You’ll stay here with me and Elgin until we are ready to go back to Salaria,” Lyserius told him. Castrose pulled away from his master with a sigh.

“All right, fine. I’ll go bother Elgin or something; I heard interesting noises coming from his room. Until later, Master,” Castrose said with a wink before transforming back into his cat form and bounding away down the hall. Lyserius shook his head as he watched Castrose disappear.

“That’s a good way to get himself skinned,” he muttered then held his chin in his hand. “But I do wonder what could be getting in Napier’s way. It must be something strong in order to block his vision.” Lyserius thought it over some more before sighing. “I’ll have to talk it over with the others once we return. But for now, tonight is all about satisfaction,” he said with a grin. He walked back to the door and opened it, pushing back all the unsettling thoughts he was having to the back of his mind as he closed the door with a snap.

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Underneath the mansion, past the dark, filthy stairways and corridors all was quiet in the dungeons. Braxon stood in front of the cell door, having switched with Tolen a few hours earlier, and was trying hard not to fall asleep. It was well into the night and sleep was trying to seduce the soldier into its arms.

Inside the cell the torches were still burning bright, making shadows play and dance across the walls. Some mice were scampering out of their homes towards a plate on the ground. They feasted joyfully on the leftover food that had been abandoned on the platter.

One of the rodents scurried over to a huddled form near the back of the small prison. The mouse looked up at the occupant of the cell and sniffed at him. The boy was curled up on his side, under a thin blanket and his eyes were closed. Light breathing passed his lips and his fingers twitched slightly, signaling that he was asleep and dreaming of better places than the one he was currently in.

The little creature put its front paws on the young mans face and stood up as straight as it could, trying to get a better whiff of him. The prisoners face scrunched up and his skin prickled at the tickling sensation the whiskers caused.

The mouse quickly dashed away from him as he shifted a little then settled back into his dreams. The mouse turned back to look at him before deciding the boy wasn’t something to eat and ran back towards its friends to claim a portion of the food.

The plate was just about clean when all at once the mice stood up on their hind legs. Their ears perked and their whiskers twitched as something in the air changed. The mice then scattered in all different directions. Diving back into their holes where they were safe from the unknown disturbance.

The sleeping boy’s body suddenly jumped, ripping him out of his sleep and opening his eyes wide. He quickly sat up and looked around his cell, seeing if something was wrong. His breathing had quickened and all the hairs on his body stood on end. After his eyes searched around the stone walls a few times he sighed heavily.

“What the hell was that?” Avian muttered to himself. He patted his face to gather himself and to calm down. “What got into me? There’s nothing here,” he reassured himself. Avian didn’t know why he had awoken so abruptly or why he felt so on edge.

“I must have had a nightmare,” he then concluded, even though he remembered no such thing. “That’s it, just a nightmare,” he said again to convince himself as he lay back down.

Avian pulled his blanket back over him and got settled once more. He glanced around the cell again before closing his eyes. The young man thought soothing things to try and get back to sleep. The welcoming darkness of his dreams came to take him once again when his eyes suddenly snapped open. *Oh gods, what is that?* he thought, a shudder going through his body.

With his ear pressed against the ground he heard something odd through the stone. Avian couldn’t quite make out what it was, but it sounded like a low hum. He quickly sat up when a light tremor passed under him.

“What the hell is going on?” Panic was starting to swell in Avian’s chest as the whole room began to vibrate and the humming got louder. Suddenly spots of purple light appeared on the floor, walls, and ceiling. A crackling sound joined the hum and the lights got brighter. Then as soon as it began it stopped. The lights faded away and the cell became dead silent.

Avian had hidden under his blanket and was now trembling. When he thought it was safe he lifted the edge of the blanket enough to look out. Everything was as it was before. No changes to the cell. Nothing. *Please let that just have been a hallucination,* he prayed.

Avian was just about to sit up when a new sound filled the air, a crunching, grinding noise that sent a shudder up and down spine. Avian pulled the blanket around him tighter and shut his eyes. He wanted to call out to the soldier for help, but his voice froze in his throat.

The horrible sound finally stopped and Avian peered out from under his blanket once more. He heard a shuffling noise come from the wall furthest from him and his eyes widened when a pair of boot clad feet suddenly dropped down in his line of vision. Avian’s heart hammered in his chest and his throat went dry.

The feet stood still for several, agonizing moments before they started to walk towards him. Avian closed his eyes again and curled up even more. *This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening,* he chanted in his head over and over, wishing the feet and whoever they belonged to would just go away.

He heard the footsteps stop and he slowly opened one eye. He gasped as he saw that the person was standing near his face. Avian watched as the person crouched down and he swallowed hard.

“Hey, kid, wake up,” the person told him and the voice was definitely male. Avian felt the man nudged his shoulder and he pulled the blanket around him tightly again.

“N-No one’s here. Come b-back later,” Avian stuttered. There was silence until the man tapped him again.

“Come on, stop goofing around. Get up,” the stranger ordered.

“Just go away! What do you want from me?” Avian demanded.

“Well, for now I want you to be quiet and get up!” the man snapped and Avian yelped when the blanket was yanked off him. The young man scrambled away before looking up at the intruder and his eyes widened. *Another Salarian!* was the first thing Avian thought as he looked up at the stranger.

The mans skin was a golden tan and was contrasted by his pure white hair that brushed the ground as he crouched. The stranger’s ears were pointed and Avian could see a light blue marking on his cheek. It was in the shape of an S and had two dots in the curves. Avian trembled as the man glared at him with fierce golden eyes.

“W-What do y-you want?” Avian asked again. The mans expression softened as he saw how frightened he was.

“Look, I’m not here to hurt you, okay? Just calm down and get up. We need to get out of-” The man froze when a sleepy grunt came from outside the cell.

“Hey, are you talking to yourself in there?” Came Braxon’s sleepy voice, followed by a yawn. The stranger held a finger up to his lips, telling Avian to be quiet. The young man watched as the other man quietly crawled over to the iron door.

“Boy, you okay in there?” Avian jumped and looked up at the barred window to see Braxon looking at him.

“U-Um, I-I’m okay,” he stuttered. His eyes then glanced down at the stranger who was crouched right at the bottom of the door. *What is he going to do? He’s not going to hurt him is he!?* Avian thought worriedly. He felt he should warn Braxon, but couldn’t find his voice to do so.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You look shaken,” Braxon prodded further, not liking his odd behavior. Avian opened his mouth, but couldn’t make any words come out. He looked down again as the stranger reached into a pouch he had tied to his belt. Avian was perplexed as he pulled out what looked like a fine powder.

Then, as quick as lightening, the man stood up and blew the powder directly into Braxon’s face. The soldier gasped in surprise, making him breathe in more of strange dust. He coughed and sputtered before falling to the ground. Braxon hit the stone floor and he went completely slack and didn’t move.

The stranger watched him through the bars until he was sure the soldier wasn’t getting back up. He smiled in satisfaction and dusted the rest of the powder off his hands.

“There, he won’t be getting in the way,” he muttered before turning back to Avian. “All right, as I was saying…” The man stopped when he saw Avian pressed against the back wall, staring at him fearfully. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Oh man, why can’t things ever go easily?” he grumbled. “You’re not going to let me come near you now, huh?” he asked Avian, putting his hands on his hips.

“O-Of course not! What did-did you do to him?” Avian demanded. The stranger lifted his hands to show that there was nothing in them.

“It was just some sleeping powder, that man is going to be just fine, I swear,” the stranger told him as he started stepping towards Avian. “Like I said before, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to save you,” he said as he stopped a few feet away. Avian pressed himself against the wall as much as he could and looked up at the man in confusion.

“S-Save me? Save me from what?” he asked. The man raised an eyebrow.

“From this, of course,” he said, gesturing around the cell. Avian shook his head.

“You don’t need to. I’m not a prisoner, well, I kinda am, but they’re just keeping me here until they find a way to help me,” Avian explained. “And who are you anyways? I don’t know you, why would you want to save me?” he asked. The man sighed and lowered his hands.

“My name is Sydney and believe me, they are not going to help you, Avian,” he told him. A shocked expression came to Avian’s face and his mouth opened and closed a few times.

“H-how do you know my name?” he finally got out, starting to edge away from the man he now knew as Sydney.

“Listen, I’ll explain how I know you later, but that’s not important right now. Right now all you have to know is that you are in danger here. Helping you is their least concern,” Sydney told him.

Avian’s eyebrows furrowed and he stared at him in disbelief.

“What are you talking about? Lord Westaria and Lyserius said they wanted to help me control my-help me with my problems,” he corrected himself, not knowing if this man knew about what he could do.

Sydney’s eyes widened and he quickly came closer to Avian and crouched down in front of him.

“You saw Lyserius?” he asked and Avian was surprised by the urgency in his voice.

“Y-Yes, he came in here himself to talk to me,” he answered. Sydney looked away and scowled.

“Then it’s worse than I thought…” he muttered.

“What is?” Avian asked quietly and jumped when Sydney quickly looked at him again.

“He might have already put his hold on you,” he told Avian.

“His hold?” he asked then yelped when Sydney suddenly grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

“Listen to me, whatever he told you was nothing but a pack of lies! You can’t trust anything that man has to say,” Sydney told him urgently.

“But-But why?” Avian questioned and stared at the man when he stopped shaking him.

“Lyserius is nothing but pure evil. You have to believe me on that,” Sydney insisted. Avian stared at him before looking away and replaying Lyserius’ visit in his head.

“Evil? But-but he was so nice to me and-and he-”

“That’s what he wants you to think, Avian, that’s how he traps people,” Sydney interrupted. “He acts like the kindest man in the universe and when he gains your trust he entangles you in his web. Tell me, how did he say he was going to “help” you?” he then asked.

“He told me he was going to take me back to Salaria to train me,” Avian told him.

“To Salaria!?” Sydney echoed in shock. He then growled and punched the ground. “That bastard actually thinks he can use them against us?” he grumbled before turning back to the young man. “Avian, it’s probably true that he’s going to train you, but not for your benefit. He is going to develop your powers to use you!” Sydney exclaimed. Avian stared at him with wide eyes. *So he does know about my powers! How much does this guy know about me?* he wondered.

“What do you mean ‘use me’? Use me how?” Avian then asked. Sydney sighed and looked toward the iron door.

“I can’t explain it here, I don’t have time. Just know that Lyserius is going to use your powers to hurt people.”

“Hurt people!?” Avian cried out in horror. “But that’s exactly why he wants to train so I don’t hurt people.” Sydney looked back at him and shook his head.

“That’s why I said you can’t trust him. He has had this all planned out to capture you and use you. Who do you think it was that told Lord Westaria about you?” Sydney asked.

“Wha…? You mean…Lyserius was the one that got me arrested?” he questioned and Sydney nodded.

“He has most likely been watching you for a long time. The only reason you’re probably still alive is because he plans on using you as his own weapon.” Sydney then shook his head. “If I had approached you sooner this wouldn’t have happened, but I was too worried about scaring you away,” he said and looked away in shame. “But I’m here to get you out now.” Sydney then stood up. “I’ll explain everything to you once we’re away from here, but for now you just need to come with me.”

Avian stared up at him then looked away as he thought over everything Sydney had said. He didn’t know what to do, who to believe. *Lyserius seemed so sincere when he said he wanted to help me. But what if he was the one who turned me in? That does make more sense since I can’t think of anyone who could have seen me and if they did they would have told the people of Lastar, not Westaria. On the other hand I don’t know this guy and yet he knows so much about me,* Avian thought and glanced up at Sydney who was waiting. *Could he have been watching me too? If so for what reason? He could be lying and wants to use my powers too.* Avian then stared at Sydney suspiciously.

“Okay, you’re telling me Lyserius is evil and wants to use me, but who’s to say you’re different? Give me one good reason why I should believe you and why I should go with you,” Avian told him and crossed his arms. Sydney raised an eyebrow then sighed and held out his right hand.

“Because it’s your destiny, Avian, you know deep down that you can trust me,” Sydney told him. Avian blinked in confusion then looked down at Sydney’s hand. He gasped and his mouth dropped open. In a circle around Sydney’s palm were five markings of various colors. *Just like the man in my dream,* Avian thought.

Avian lifted his left hand and pulled off his glove. He held his hand next to the strange mans and saw that his marking was exactly like the other mans. Avian gasped when his marking started to resonate and the green one on Sydney’s hand began to glow also, as if responding to his. Avian shakily looked up at Sydney and he spoke the words from his dream.

“The Earth is in peril. We need you. The Earth needs you. Help us, Avian,” the young man whispered. Sydney looked surprised, but then smiled in relief.

“Then you have already been warned.” He crouched down once more and placed his hand on top of Avian’s, the combined lights becoming brighter. “You have not been misinformed, Avian. Everyone is in danger and the Earth is calling out for help. But not help from just anyone, Avian, the Earth is calling out to you...”

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*sarcasm* Man don’t you love how sappy my ending are? And we also have the title of the story in here, whoo! So who is this Sydney? Are his intentions good or is he playing Avian for a fool like Lyserius did? Speaking of Lyserius his and Lord Westaria’s relationship really makes me want to cry. They’re so sweet together, but Lyserius really doesn’t give a shit about Trenzil. Lyserius could just as easily slit his throat as he is affectionate. Poor, poor Trenzil. Well, to see what happens next come back next Friday when I *hopefully* have chapter five done. Until then, please rate and review!