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Cerlyne stepped into the room, lowering her head and looking intently at Silver as she spoke.

"You want to know what I know? Of course. We are the same, after all." Her eyes drifted to the garden, at the glowing blue flowers just outside the window. "My Lord believes, as all Dark Elves do, that their race is in the true image of the gods, High Elves and Wood Elves coming next, then Humans, then all the rest. They believe the gods favor them, making them not pure, but more pure than the rest. He believes that they have called him to destroy the others, and has seen visions. I'll tell you the truth, I have no idea if the gods actually do call him to wipe us out, or if there is even gods at all. All I know is my race is in danger, and that makes me slightly... resistant. But no, he does not use me. And he will not treat you two the same, assuming you'll join him, if you do not act the same as me. And he isn't at all insane, he's just following the Dark Elven religion. Your religion says strange things, many human religions say strange things, such as giving up flesh and sacrifices as to further ourself from the mortal world, and become closer to the gods. The Dark Elves believe that is folly. To get closer to the gods, you do their bidding, do not disobey them. And The King, and many Sorcerors and Priests, have seen visions of a great Dark Elven Nation, stretching over all lands. The King sees it every night, and hears the voices of the gods. 'Become the only and superior race, wipe out the impures'."

"I cannot tell you if I believe any of this, I do not know what to think of it. But no, he won't kill you unless you give him reason to believe you are impure." Cerlyne sighed, looking back at Silver. "Would you like me to tell you what he does to you though? He summons a spirit, he is able to do that, yes, and then he pours it partially into you, partially into another object. The necklace, that is what it is. A spirit in a jewel. But it could be anything, including a sword. But I am an underage human. I am to go to villages, and carrying a black sword with black smoke hanging aroung it would seem suspicious to some people, and no doubt I would be questioned. But with a necklace, I am 'undercover', an agent for the Dark Elves. Besides, I can just 'summon' or 'create' a sword. And I can do much more than that. He'll no doubt choose, if he hasn't chosen already, an elemental spirit. You'll control that element completely. You can do almost anything. The feeling is incredible.

"But when he sends you for a task, sometimes you can't do it in human form. He'll send you to half form, which is pretty much yourself, only much more powerful and, frankly, terrible. You look more frightening, stranger than any creature. And only once have I been sent into full form, which is when the spirit takes over completely, and you are only inside their mind. It's truly... Terrible. You only watch from the inside, and you feel like it's you killing all those people, burning all those villages," Cerlyne's voice cracked. She sat on the bed and looked at the floor. "It's terrible. But it's amazing. Not what your doing, but what you feel. How much power you feel. I was neer power-hungry, mind you. I'm still not. It's just," she paused, trying to find the right word, and failed. "Well, it's interesting. That's not exactly how you describe it, but, eh," she shrugged.

"But no, he's not insane, and he won't kill you unless you give him reason to. You may not believe me, but that King, he never breaks his word. The gods demand Dark Elves honesty, and none of them, none of them, ever lie. The Dark Elves are much too faithful." Cerlyne cocked her head to one side. "What else would you like to know?"

Cerlyne sighed, looking out the window again. She didn't like this questioning. Or maybe... Not, it wasn't the question that bothered her. It was the answers, and her having to tell her what she hated most.

"There is no way I can use this spirit to save the humans. The King, he controls it when he wants to. When I'm sent to wipe out a village, he makes the spirit take over. In full form, I hve no control at all, in half-form I have barely any control. Only in this form am I able to control it. He is the one with most control, if we aren't counting the spirit, for the spirit does his bidding. It's been twisted until it has no thoughts and it just does what it's told.

"If I were to try to help them, he would only make the spirit take over and kill any human that is close." Cerlyne shook her head, avoiding eye contact. "And if you refuse to join? He would let you go peacefully, unless you draw your weapons. If you refuse, you will fight me either then, or later. And I would kill you. You do not have a spirit, so that makes it that much easier for me to kill you.

"But no, he wouldn't kill you right there unless you decided it was better if you attack at that moment. He would let you go. You probably don't believe me, but I hate him much more than you think. I want you to live, and I don't want to kill you. At least I wouldn't be alone."

Cerlyne stood. "But know that once you join him," she laughed hopelessly, shaking her head. "There is no escape. He'll give you a spirit as soon as he can, and once that's in you, you're here forever." She looked at the floor. "At least you have a choice. I didn't."

Silver thought carefully about what she had heard. Most likely, if anything, she was inclined therefore to decline the king's offer. As much as she wanted to help Cerlyne, and not have to face her in the future, perhaps this would be the best choice.

"I'm probably going to die in the near future then no matter what I chose. If I join, I may kill myself after killing a village of my own people. If I don't, then as you said, I may just be killed by you. But at least if I am to be the savior of my race, perhaps my life will be enough to allow a few, even if only two, of my race to survive. At least then my death will not have been in vain."

Silver nodded, and watched Cerlyne leave. Now, she would visit the dragon and see what he thought about that necklace...and the offer. Silver had in mind already what he had probably planned to do, but since she has not known him that long, she couldn't be quite certain.

She carefully walked out into the hallway, and made her way to Draco's room. She then knocked three times at his door and waited.

*Vlad, Silver knocked on Draco's door...*

Kaine also appeared beside them,smiling creepily while holding up the dead Dark Elf soldier's head.
"Well well well!Where you been,buddy?I thought you crashed in a tree!By the looks of it,you did something worse."
He froze instantly and looked up skyward.
"Hold up.I see dead birds."

Cerlyne gave a laugh, throwing her head back. A few birds fled their trees and went to another tree, further away from the noise, to safety. Cerlyne, who was grinning and shaking her head, grabbed the back of Ba'ul's shirt. "Why the hell do you think I'll kill you? First off, you're help. Second," she lifted him up and set him on his feet, leaning him on a tree. "I'm not soulless. I'm not heartless. I don't kill for fun, and I don't kill when someone's use is, well, used up, not saying you have no more use, for you do. Remember, I'm human, mostly. I may not act like it much, but I still have the heart and soul of a seventeen-year-old human girl, soft heart and all," she grinned. "For the most part, anyway." She put her hand on his shoulder. "No one is killing you today. And your Dark Elven family is helping you. You betrayed no one." She gave him a nod, and suddenly all expression left her face and she disappeared, taking Ba'ul with her, appearing in the throne room before I'lxr.

I'lxr looked up, no surprise on his face. "Yes, Cerlyne?"
Cerlyne stepped forward, supporting the bloody Ba'ul. "Shall I take him to the healers, my Lord?"
He sat forward, eyes only tinted with worry. "Yes, of course, Cerlyne. Hurry now."
Cerlyne nodded and disappeared again, this time appearing in the healers. She let go of Ba'ul. "Stay here, to avoid anymore confusion, alll right? I might be ordered to kill you, next time, and there'd be nothing I could do. Just.. Stay put." She hesitated, then left the room. The healers looked at Ba'ul curiously. One with blind eyes 'examined' him from the chair she sat in.
"You only need rest, Ba'ul. You will heal on your own well enough. Stay here, for it is this room that heals the injuries. If you leave, the healing will stop." She bowed her head in respect and left the room, as did the other healers.

{Sorry about taking you with me while disappearing, but... you know.. Did you mind? I can change it and wait, though it'll take longer...}

(Nah it's okay I don;t mind it's your rp)

"Ok not really what I would want but if you say so" Ba'ul said heading down to his room he fell asleep in a few minutes when he started laying down.