~The Dark of Xanyoeka~ 1x1 RP

[KryptoniteReaper]

This is a one on one RP between me (☁Forever.Dreamer☁) and The Joekr. You may read along, but I kindly ask that you not post on this topic. Thank you.

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~ Introduction/Summary ~

In a world of new beginnings, where all seemed bleak and dark... existence was all but forgotten, it's users grim and silent…the inhabitants of earth. Two stood out among the crowd, their colors shining among the black, grey throngs, there minds fresh and full.
In the distance a sword shimmers, stuck in a stone as big as a man. It seemed of all the mindless ones around them, two writers alone discovered the power of the mind, the one created fantasy with a sword and stone, it became his weapon, the sword of the warrior is the pen of the writer. All that is penned becomes life; all that is now left is to bring back the color in the world by vanquishing those who dare bring darkness into a once colored world. Armed with a pen and paper, the two set off on a journey to bring the color back to the world of Xanyoeka.

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[The Joekr]

Character’s complete Name: Kyle Rokas O’Reilly

Preferred name: Kyle or Reilly

Age:19

Weight: 140

Height: 5’ 7’’

Complete description: A short youth with long blond hair that hangs over his eyes, ears, and past the nape of his neck. Wears jeans and shirts, casual and comfortable. He has emerald green eyes.

Personality: A youth with a dark past and vivid, deep imagination

Biggest Fear: Being limited and confined in small spaces, being used and/or controlled

Biggest Dream: To become a third degree black belt in Traditional Karate

Likes/Dislikes: He loves writing and combat, he hates poems that don’t rhyme

Weapon of Choice: A sword made of the elements beneath the crust of Eden's soil, it glimmers with its own light and shines in shades of green.

[KryptoniteReaper]

~ Form ~

Charachter's Complete Name:
Rayne Keela Ice
Preferred name:
Keela or Ray
Age:
18
Weight:
114
Height:
5' 6"
Complete Description:
Rayne has medium to light, purple coloured eyes an white hair. Not the creepy old people grey hair but a natural, perfect, pure white. Her hair hangs down to her lower back in a 'V' shaped style and is a cross between straight, curly and wavy. She usually has it tied up or back so it won't get in her face, yet no matter how much she tries, a lock of hair always escapes and hangs from the right side of her forhead down past her nose to the left side of her face. She's slender but well proportioned. She is fit and athletic but has a natural grace in her walk, a very light stepper. She tends to wear gladiator type shoes made of leather and wears tighter clothing to prevent from the cloth flying away or riding up when she runs or fights. When she goes out, she'll wear shin and forearm guards which all double as a conceilment for her weapons and a pen.
Personality:
(coming later)
History:
(coming later)
Biggest Fear:
(coming later)
Biggest Dream:
To see her world become full of light and colour once again!
Likes:
~Her pet unicorn Corral
~Dreaming
~Colour
~Love
~Honesty
Dislikes:
~People who look down on or make fun of her
~Stinky feet
~Dumb people
~Darkness
~Fear
Weapon of Choice:
Ice knives

[The Joekr]

The Dark of Xanyoeka

Fog hung heavily in the air, gray fog. It was a normal fog, just without color, it drifted silently over the dead black grass that surrounded the once lively town. Many citizens walked the city streets, gray faced citizens, not fleshy pink or tanned brown; but gray. They walked throughout the gray streets, their glazed eyes scanning their surroundings as if untrusting of the very air that they shared with the other citizens of the once coloured city. The bricks were charred black and gray from the fire that had ravaged the town long ago, and the hearts of the people, more so.

Miles away stood a forest, and within the ever tangling mess of vines and shrubberies, a small pond, with a garden making up its perimeter. But even more astounding than the coloured forest itself were the ones who kept it. A young man stood in the middle of the shallow pond, eyes closed, grinning from ear to ear as the entranced water rippled, whispering pleasures in his ears, the water stilled and the voices stopped. Kyle opened his eyes and stepped out of the water. He pulled from his pocket a pen with black ink, and a paper from his other pocket, no lines, just plain white parchment. He would write his heart, the inspiration given him by the living waters. He felt so ancient, writing on parchment found in a cellar of the oldest and most magical place on the earth. He smiled as he wrote his first lines:

Give me tools to slay the dark
My hands do itch to fight
A pen i hold today, tomorrow
A sword to find the light.

He put the pen down and studied his parchment in silence. Silence. suddenly, he wondered where his friend had gone. He worried when she ventured out and didn't come back till late. the sun was coming down now, either way she would come back before light. So, one last time before laying down, Kyle walked to the water and waded in. He closed his eyes and allowed the familiar sense to take over. The voices did not speak much, they whispered something like: "Tomorrow my son, tomorrow find your destiny." they often spoke in ways that made it harder for Kyle to decipher, but never had they spoken so clearly before. Kyle walked out of the water, wondering what the words could mean, but before he could think on it further, sleep overtook him and he laid his head down. The only time he would allow darkness to take control, was in his dreams.

[KryptoniteReaper]

~Keela/Rayne~
Tonight would have been beautiful. If the stars could have shone. If the ground had not been scorched black. Or the people so depressed. The darkness crowded Keela's very soul, threatening to crush her very existence if she dare let it. The feeling angered Keela, made her want to thrash and cut the darkness and clear the air. The emotions of hate and anger were always so strong in the Dark. Feelings of negativity and sorrow filled one’s mind if they did not prepare for it. The wrong feelings and emotions consumed a person from the inside out if they stayed too long in a place like this. Corral whinnied and grunted on, her breath short and fast as she pounded her hooves on the burnt, black grass running at a full gallop. Keela held tight to her mane and for once, felt annoyed at the wind rushing through her hair. This air was tainted, with evil and darkness what with both she despised with her whole being. The fact that this air was so close to her made her regret coming this far out for only a short night’s ride. She set out tonight to enjoy some quality alone time, as well as take a ride with Corral and just breathe the fresh air and be alone with her nagging thoughts. Before she knew it, a creepy, cold feeling settled into her bones and she was surrounded by pitch black. All except for the light coming from Corral’s horn that is. But even her light grew dimmer in the dark and was never as bright in the unholy world of black. Keela had kept going though, wanting to confront her fear of the Dark and set some things straight. But after awhile, a gnawing dread pulled at her heart and she just knew she had to escape this cursed land or she would die from the shear terror. As she galloped along, she scolded herself again. How come it always ended up like this? Why could she never conquer this thing by herself? The independent, and by far the biggest, side of her lashed out at all the weaknesses she had. Perhaps she shouldn’t have wandered this far tonight since the trip back seemed to be taking far too long than what she expected. The Darkness was taking it’s toll and Keela’s weary, exhausted mind couldn’t keep up the shield much longer. It was like a ravishing bear shredding and tearing away the door to her mind. She was too weak to hold the door up by herself anymore, and too terrified to get eaten alive. Yet she was too proud to run away or hide from the savaged beast. Keela’s imagination swept her along into dangerous territory filled with death and fear when a sudden burst of excitement and peace pulsed through the air. She gasped as the jolt of electricity tremorred through her veins. And just like rotten fruits fall a tree, all her fears and anxieties fell away, leaving her with a calm serenity. An immediate grin was placed on her lips and three paces further a small giggled emitted from her mouth. She was here! Corral’s horn brightened substantially, accompanied by other lights from this perfect piece of earth. Corral snorted and slowed down to a walk which eventually ended at a rich, luscious patch of grass. Keela swung off the unicorn’s bareback in a single stroke and landed softly and silently on the ground, the balls of her feet touching first, followed instantly by her heels. She straightened to her full height, whispered loving words into the mare’s ear, patted her gently, and walked forward. Her graceful stride ended upon reach her destination. The center of the Garden of Eden. Her home. As she reached the small pond taking up the center of the Garden, she noticed a body laying to her right. She glanced at Kyle’s sleeping form and smiled. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. She watched him breathe deeply in, and out. In, and out. And matched her breathing to his. She closed her eyes and just focussed on the rest of her senses to appreciate her home. The sound of rustling leaves, the smell of sweet fruit, the touch of the pure clean air against her soft skin, and the taste of sweet love that filled the air. Whenever she entered the Garden, she felt as though she was entering the loving arms of her father. Strong, steady, and safe. From here, she could conquer the world. And here, she vowed to conquer the world and bring back the light and colour, laughter and joy, love and peace. Even to those that don’t deserve it. For that is what her father IS. For that is what her father WANTS. She opened her eyes again and shifted them to the side of Kyle’s sleeping body where a book rested, open. She crept beside him, and crouched do that she wouldn’t wake him, but that she could read the words of the poet:

Give me tools to slay the dark
My hands do itch to fight
A pen i hold today, tomorrow
A sword to find the light.

Ahhhh, the words of a writer. She felt the same way. Yet she never seemed to be able to put it in such exquisite words as he. She sighed softly and fingered the pen that lay on top of the paper. She glanced back at Kyle’s face and a fleeting thought entered her mind, and for a second she wondered what he might be dreaming. What was the dream about? Who might all be playing a role in his mind’s movie. She sighed softly and stood again, placing the pen in the exact position she took it from. She strode to the water’s edge and stripped off her guards and shoes leaving her feeling exposed yet completely dressed. Funny, she thought, how vulnerable you feel when your armour has been stripped away and you have nothing but your mind to protect you. She breathed a laughed and settled to her knees beside the water. She leaned over to look at her appearance and her white flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders to frame her face. Keela tried tucking her hair behind her ears, but to no avail. She gave up and just tied it behind her head with a leather string, all except for the lock of hair the crossed over her the right side of her forehead to the left side of her nose. Ignoring the annoying lock, she dipped her hands into the water, breaking the surface and sending ripples in all directions. The sensation was instant and the shock travelled through her entire body mind and spirit in only one second and came out as a soft laugh into the quiet air. She gathered water into her shaking hands and splashed it on her face. The water felt cool and refreshing against her skin. She exhaled, in a trance, as water streamed from her cheeks, down her throat, soaking into the collar of her shirt. Finally she opened her eyes, and without wiping the water on her face and hands she turned to lay beside Kyle, wishing to join him in the ever exciting dream world.

[The Joekr]

The birds brought with their sweet, innocent chirping, the fresh warmth of a new morning. The moment Kyle opened his eyes, he began his routine. First he stretched, then he arose and took of his shirt, tossing it to the side. Without hesitation he plunged deep into the farther end of the crystal pond, where the water was at its deepest level. He treaded water for but a moment, building his breath and then he plunged deep into the water. Deep. His nose scraped the bottom and he stopped. "My son." Kyle spun. Nothing. The voice laughed cheerfully: "No no my son, not behind you, down here..." He looked down, the water was deeper, it extended at least another twenty feet. He chuckled quietly to himself, of course, what did he expect? He reached the bottom again and exhaled slowly. "Deeper my son, get some breath." Deeper? The voice spoke as if he should got deeper to get some breath. Being full of daring an adventure, Kyle struck deeper, for the pond had now extended once more, challenging his will to go further. Below he saw sand once again, but something was different about it; there was grass. And a path! He quickly dove and suddenly felt his body being sucked. He was dragged closer and closer until... his breath ran out, he tried to go against the pull, but it was too strong. THUMP! He hit ground. Ground? He looked up, sky. Birds and trees, it was a whole new level of Eden down here. He grinned wide, he laughed to himself, at the impossibility of it all. Yet it had happened. But down here. nothing was the same. Paper littered the ground everywhere in piles. "Take some, my son. They are like the one you carry." Kyle reached forth and grabbed a handful and shoved them into a bag nearby, he closed the clasp and slung the bag over his shoulder. He paused and looked around again. "Within them is the power to create, to make light, to fulfill destiny."
Them? The papers!
Suddenly a thought occurred to Kyle. "How do I get back?"
"Only ask, my son, and you shall recieve."
"Very well, i wish to return to Eden's surface."
A sound very much like a swishing drain filled his ears, he looked up. The water swam above, as natural as could be, just hanging there by nothing.
"Will i ever return?"
"Only ask my son, only ask." Without hesitation, Kyle leapt upwards into the water, preparing himself for the long swim upwards. In a few strokes he reached the surface, gasping with wonder. He floundered about until he reached ground and then he sat down and thought about what the voice had said. The papers had power? He opened the dripping bag, the papers were as dry as bone, but water pooled in the bag from his short swim. He plucked one out and studied it. It was indeed very like the one he had written on last night. Kyle leapt up and ran over to the sleeping spot where Rayne still lay sleeping, no wonder, she had been out quite late at night. He grabbed his paper and studied the words:

Give me tools to slay the dark
My hands do itch to fight
A pen i hold today, tomorrow
A sword to find the light.

At the third and fourth stanzas, his heart raced. If he was not mistaken, he had asked God through enchanted paper to give him tools to fight darkness, a sword. He thought of Fathers final words before he returned here: "Only ask."
Kyle spoke into the breeze that whispered away into the trees: "Give me a guide, i need to find what i asked for." The breeze rapidly reversed and blew in his face, almost knocking him over. Leaves and grass clouded is vision for but a moment, and when it cleared. His guide stood waiting patiently at the opening of the path, a guide that he thought had long since been done this work. An angel, the angel of writers: Ecanus was his name, and now, after years of dreaming about the one who had been his fathers protector, he was being led by him. He stood patiently by the path: "Come, we mustn't tarry, the more we wait to slay the dark, the stronger it becomes."
So, without a word, Kyle followed Ecanus into the heart of the garden.

[KryptoniteReaper]

"AAAAAAAA!" Keela shouted, calling all the strength from her body into one fluid motion. Her right arm swung from above her head, holding a glinting, sparkling peace of ice in the shape of a knife. The ice wasn't melting even though it was out in the open air. It didn't give off vapour like normal ice would when taken from a cold temperature to a warm one. It didn’t crackle or break. It was ice. Pure and holy ice. Given to Keera in her dreams to slay the monsters of her nightmares. The knife left her fingers and sliced the air, piercing the heart of evil with the wrath of God Himself. All the hate and anger Keela felt, propelled the knife, leaving her body to serve justice alongside her Master. For He loathed the evil and wickedness that filled His people. Of course, not the people themselves. No, only the actions of those people fill him with displeasement. The people themselves, He loved. He loved with such a passion it was unbearable. Not even the strongest man alive could stay on his feet when shown His love.
A wonderful warmth filled Keera’s heart as the slain evil monster withered away, and the sky peeled back it’s layer of black. The sun shone brightly, soaking the earth with it’s heavenly healing. The grass turned from black to green, the city in the distance filled with bright colours and animals thundered along the ground, finally free. Keela watched all this unfold in an amazing wonder. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare to her Maker. To THE Creator. The flames of justice, love, and peace fled through her veins. Licked away all darkness and fear clouding her human mind. Before her very eyes, a tree appeared, growing rapidly from the seed to full maturity. This tree was like nothing she’d ever seen before. All the trees in the Garden were green leaves with a brown trunk and branches. Some bearing fruits, others, flowers. Yet this tree bore nothing but it’s own leaves. Yet, it was more majestic than any other plant in the Garden. The entire tree shimmered, changing Keela’s purple eyes to green, blue, red, then every colour imaginable to the mind. Beside the tree, appeared a being. A body who’s head shone so bright, she could not see it’s face. She knew neither if it was a man or a woman, for when it spoke, it spoke in a multitude of voices. All as clear as glass, yet softer than anything imaginable. The words flowed around her body, lifting her higher and higher till she could see the whole world beneath her. “This, my daughter,” they whispered, “This is my kingdom. These are my people whom I love with all that I am. Tell them. Tell them my anointed one. Tell them of my love.” She become lost in euphoria and everything swirled and shimmered, turning her mind into a haze. She felt herself being carried away. Back to a land which called her name. Back to the world that needed her most. Back to her Master’s kingdom. Back... to Xanyeoka.

Keela awoke with a start, and her breath came in short gasps. She had never had such a vivid dream like that before. Her body shook with the lingering excitement and she looked around her wondering if Kyle had noticed anything. She looked to the spot next to her where he had lain last night, but found no body. She sat up and turned her head in every direction, yet could not see him anywhere. She figured he must have just wandered off somewhere like he did, without telling her, again. Though, he probably didn’t want to wake her, which was sweet of him since she did come in rather late last night. She stood to her feet and stretched, releasing the locked muscles and kinks. Her body felt sort of tight this morning, which came as no surprise considering her dream last night. Her muscles felt as though they were coiled and refused to come undone. No amount of stretching seemed to help. A whisper of a breeze flitted past Keela’s ears. It sifted silently through her open hair and called for her to turn. She obeyed the silent command and turned, surprised to see the pond. Why she was surprised, she had no clue. But she watched as the warm breeze seemed to dance on top of the water. A twirl here, a jump there. Then, it was as if the wind dove into the water, beckoning Keela to follow. Keela wondered for a moment whether or not she might still be dreaming. Maybe it was just perhaps her imagination. Well, whatever the reason my have been, she followed anyway. The water would do wonders with her coiled muscles. Actually, a swim sounded really good right about now. She waded into the pool of water from the shallow end, and stopped right before the drop off where the pond got much deeper. From here she dove as a dolphin might and swam to the bottom. She reached out her right hand, expecting a sandy floor, but was greeted with only more water slipping through her fingers. Her first instinct was to turn back immediately, for something was wrong with this pond. It was never this deep. Yet, where did it go? Her curiosity won and she kept swimming, kicking her feet harder for she was going to lose her breath soon. Her hand still outstretched, she felt no sandy bottom. If she didn’t turn back now, she would be sure to drown for lack of air. It was hear she heard the soft whispering again. “Go,” they said in unison, “Dive deeper my child, for my wonders you will find.” She found this so ludicrous! She was going to die for voices that had no face? “Open your eyes..” She did so immediately wondering if she might meet a shark or eel this far into the pond. But what she seen was no fish, not even dark, murky water or seaweed. But light. And her legs responded immediately by kicking into overdrive. She let the breath out of her lungs and yearned to just open her mouth wide and gulp the air that her lungs needed, but she couldn’t in this water. One last kick, and then Keera was free falling. She had no time to scream for the fall was only a mere drop. And her lungs overpowered her vocal chords for breath. She had landed in the softest grass she’d ever felt. It was like landing in a million feather pillows. It took a few moments for her to catch her breath, only for it to be taken away when she looked up and around her at her surroundings. This?! This had been hidden underneath their Garden?! She inhaled sharply as she stared straight ahead. Right before her very much awakened eyes, stood the tree of her dreams. The entire tree glowed and displayed its wonder for everyone who believed, to see. She stood to her bare feet and slowly stepped forward. She picked up her pace as the tree came closer till she stood directly in front of it. “Woaa,” she breathed. She cautiously lifted her right hand and placed it gently on the trunk of the tree. The shimmering colours brightened under her hand, from an unspoken power. What surprised Keela the most was how utterly smooth the tree was. On normal trees, their bark was rough to the touch, yet this tree was the most smoothest thing one would ever touch. But then again, this tree was nothing of the normal. The softest caress of stirred air brushed against Keela’s left arm. A rustle, then silence. She looked on the ground to her left and there lay nothing other than a piece of paper. Keela became confused for a moment before seeing several more papers falling on the ground. She looked up into the tree and saw that not fruit, nor flowers were growing from its branches, but paper. And an endless stream seemed to be pouring by now as countless pieces of the purest paper poured out of the tree’s branches. Keela couldn’t help but laugh at irony. She started to grab for a paper when as soon as she touched it, a voice sounded in her ear. It was so clear and loud she yanked her arm back and stood up, looking quickly around her. She could have vowed there was someone there. She bent down again, this time a little more cautiously and reached for a paper again. This time when she touched it, her hand stayed glued to the paper while a voice whooshed around her. A deep, kind voice filled with love and warmth washed over her mind. “My child. You’ve come,” the voice said. Keela sucked in more air while her heart pounded. “Yes,” she started shakily. “Yes, I’m here.” She stood with shaky legs and turned, expecting to see a man who might represent her father. The grin on her face faltered when she saw no one. “My child, where do you look? I am right here, beside you.” She knew then that no human was talking, but she was in the presence of her Father from Heaven. She looked down beside her and was surprised to see a pen laying on the ground. Just an ordinary pen all except for its shimmering colours. A pen made from the tree of her dreams? “I have given you a gift my precious daughter. A gift of words,” He said.
“A gift? What do I write?”
“What lays on your heart. Your dreams,” the voice echoed softly.
“My... dreams?..”
Her mind then flooded with an infinite amount of words, which would cause any person to shut down from the overload. Yet here Keela stood, her mind filling and bright. A short gasp, and then the pen was scrawling across the paper as she sank to her knees.

With this pen I write to fight
To fear no more, and wage this war
Transform our hate into a knife
That of which is made of Ice
Transform our anger to its edge
To slay the evil, this I pledge
Provide the will for me to strike
And change Your Kingdom back to light.

Yes, her dream. This was her dream, her hope, her heart. This was her deepest wish. The voice chuckled, and it sent tingles of warmth throughout Keela’s body. “You dream well my child. Go. Fight for our Kingdom.” A roaring wind rushed from the ground and sucked Keela’s breath away, yet again. Her open hair flew with the wind, standing almost straight up on her head. Her head snapped back and she gasped when she saw the whirlpool above her. Just a circle of water extending straight above her head, gathering her into its water. As soon as her whole body got sucked into the whirlpool, she began kicking. She was on her way back to the top level of the Garden. Or was there another level above that yet?? Anything was possible. She expected a long journey to the surface, as it had taken so long for her to reach the bottom before, yet only a few strokes in she could already see the surface. Her head broke through the water and she launched upwards with an arched back taking in a deep breathe. She expected to go under all the way again when the gravity pulled her back down, but her feet landed in the soft sand by the shallow part of the pool. Water channelled down her face and off her body as she walked ashore, yet when she looked at all the papers she somehow mysteriously held, they were all dry. And not the slightest bit wrinkled. The pen, which occupied her other hand, was also dry, and still shimmering. Her arms tingled with an unexplainable power as they held these items and an uncontrollable grin played across Keela’s face at the rush of all that happened so far. At the water’s edge she found her shoes, but not her guards. She looked around expectantly while tying up the leather strings, knowing she had put them close beside her while she slept. “Where did they go?,” she asked herself absentmindedly. “Come,” the voices whispered to her again. “Come, and we will show you.” A brilliant path of light opened before her and it was like the air was drawn towards it. The breeze pulled her forward and she took her first step into forever.

[The Joekr]

Kyle envied the smooth rythym in which Ecanus walked, his bare feet hardly touching the ground. He tried to match it, but being human only had its limits; humans were under the law of gravity and all the laws of the earth ordained by an un-matchable Creator. The path was narrow, always narrow, forcing them to walk in single file, Kyle behind Ecanus. The growth of the garden was wild, ever-tangling, yet never catastrophic. Ecanus held up his hand, and Kyle pulled up sharply. He turned to Kyle and gripped his shoulders: "If you do this, realize it will change your life completely, i do not know the will of my Master, i know only what i am allowed to know. But there is no going back, i cannot go with you, i can only tell you, i will await your return."
"Will i ever see you again on this earth?"
"You will, my son. For it was you who brought me here, you can always bring me back." Ecanus winked and spread his wings to their full breadth. "Follow the light Kyle, follow the light."
"I will follow the light Ecanus, i will. But will Rayne be with me? I could never leave her, we've been together for so long."
"Im sure your paths will cross sooner than you think."
Kyle grinned and nodded his understanding.
"Oh and Kyle."
"Yes?"
"You have your fathers eyes."
Kyle smiled his brightest: "Thank you."
Ecanus nodded and bent low to the earth. With a flap of his wings, he launched himself into the sky and disappeared far up into the atmosphere, into the Kingdom.
Kyle turned to his path, the long twisting, narrow trail that would lead to his destiny. Well, time to go. Eager to find his destiny, Kyle sprinted through the vines and branches, the air of Eden filling him with an energy to match his desperation. Step by step, Kyles urgency grew, his steps pounded faster, he was running quicker than he had ever gone in his life. Time to have some fun while the air filled him with this adrenaline. As he ran, he gripped onto a loose vine and it tore free, he swung it above his head and up into the air. The vine whipped around an overhead branch and doubled over so that it was the same length as the remnant. Kyle seized the vine and swung. The momentum carried him far into the air, much too far. Before Kyle knew it, he was airborne, maybe not such a good idea. He was bicycling in the air when he remembered the lessons of his sensei.
He closed his eyes and remembered his Karate training, hit the ground rolling to spread the impact. He hit the ground. Hard. But the rolling produced the desired effect, he sprung up from his roll and morphed into a back handspring. Now breathing hard, he straightened his shirt and looked around. His world spun rapidly and he stumbled. The air was suddenly fresher, much fresher. The breeze scattered leaves and twigs along his path, the wind knew where to go. Where no trees would be, an opening.
As soon as Kyle caught his breath, he tore after the leaves staying behind so not to lose them. Just as Kyle began to wonder how much further, the path opened to a clearing. The abrupt light stung Kyles eyes and he looked away to adjust. The light did not fade in his eyes as he would have expected, but instead, actually faded. It shrunk and compacted itself until Kyle saw that which the light emanated from. In the center of the clearing as a great large stone, as normal as a stone could be. Obviously, it was not the stone that caught Kyle's eye. A sword was implanted in the stone, a bright blade, almost up to the hilt. The hilt was entangled in dark green vines, weaving around the hilt itself and the blade. Kyle walked forward quickly and stepped onto the rock, voices whispered within the clearing, encouraging him to take the sword for his own. He gripped the handle. A voice spoke from the rock: "I am Odhran, i was forged my the hands of angels in the Garden itself, i bow to you, my master, you are my only wielder." The vines on the hilt crept slowly across Kyle's fingers and crept around his wrist tightening firmly to his arm. He tugged with all his might and the sword came free in a burst of light. Kyle fell backwards off the rock and landed on his back, he regained his breath and examined the blade. It truly had a wild look to it, and the vines seemed to be one with the sword itself, the blade itself had no definite color, but shone in a different shade of green with every angle. Wondering curiously at the vines around his wrist, he threw the blade as one might throw a dagger, the blade flew straight and true, and the vines uncoiled in a never-ending strand with the blade. It stabbed into a tree, he tugged on the restraints and the sword flew free without the slightest effort, he caught it it his hand. "The greenery of the earth now bends to your will, my master, at the Will of the Maker."
Wondering what other wonders this sword would behold for him, Kyle ran back into the garden to find Rayne.

[KryptoniteReaper]

~Keela~
The path of light she called it, wound every which way it possibly could. At times, Keela was sure she was heading in the opposite direction, back towards the center of the Garden. Often times she had to duck for low branches or sidestep a plant growing into the path. But not once, did she let go of her book of enchanted papers. How they were enchanted, she didn’t know, but she clutched them close to her heart, vowing never to let them go for as long as she could. She sidestepped another log on the path and blew at the lock of her hair that so stubbornly refused to stay tied back. It lifted from the force of her breath, then settled in the exact same spot as before. Keela kept walking on, ignoring the piece of hair. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered trying to keep it out of her face when she knew it would never work. Besides, it wasn’t nearly as annoying as it had been a couple years ago when it fell directly into her eye. She got tired of cutting it because it always grew back so she left it alone. And really, it was a piece of her identification. She probably wouldn’t even recognise herself if it wasn’t there. But then of course, if it had never been there in the first place, it wouldn’t make a difference now because everything would have been different. She sighed in frustration as she over thought her thoughts. But Keela quickly caught herself and erased all frustration from her mind. Something special was going to happen to her, IS happening to her. Now is no time to be bothered with negative emotions. Though, she is only a human after all.... All of a sudden, she was standing in the open. No more trees to block the sunlight, it hit her full force in the face and she was blinded for a moment. The shock of the transition made her step back quickly and put her hands up to her face to shield her eyes. The momentary stunning made her forget of the enchanted book she was holding, and it slipped silently from her fingers. Just before it hit the highest blade of grass, Keela got her bearings together and snatched it from the air below her. She fell back on the grass and just sat there, clutching the book once again as well as catching her breath. Finally she looked up once her eyes adjusted and surveyed the land in front of her. At the immediate end of the path of light, the trees broke into a large circle at least a couple football fields length in diameter. And all the trees surrounded the clearing in an absolute perfect circle. Not a single leaf stuck out to obstruct the perfection. The clearing was filled with millions of different wildflowers, each smiling in the warm sunlight, and dancing in the silent breeze. In perfect unison they swayed to one side, then the other, then all in different directions. A river of water separated her from the interior of the circle. There was no beginning, and there was no end. The river of crystal clear water simply flowed in a clockwise direction by an unseen power. A bridge made of glittering wood provided a path for her over the wide river. The beauty and holiness of this place made Keela want to turn back. She did not belong here. She did not deserve to even look at this. She was a lowly human who cowered in fear, yet acted as though she was the strongest woman alive. A hypocrite. A true hypocrite, and here she stood, gazing upon perhaps the most beautiful part of the garden, sectioned out for her eyes only. She stood at the foot of the bridge, arguing with herself. The breeze suddenly shifted at flowed towards her, caressing her face. At that moment, her mind stilled. And in a trance, she stepped forward with her right foot, onto the bridge.

The effects were immediate, and they came in a roar. A million voices shouted as though they anticipated the moment she would choose to come to them. They cheered as their chosen one took her first towards saving them. The wind responded to the uproar and flew around her like a tornado, whipping her hair in every direction and making the leather string come out of her hair and fly away. Along with the gust went her breath and she stumbled across the bridge unseeing. Had this wind anticipated her weakness and come to keep her upright? Well, whatever the case, she pressed on, through the wind, when suddenly everything stilled. The sudden dramatic drop of wind had Keela on her knees immediately. The sudden clearing of the air around her made her eyes grow bigger as she stared directly in front of her. Less than 3 meters ahead of her stood a large burning boulder. That’s right. The massive rock was on fire, and less than 3 meters from her face. Yet she felt no heat. Keela stumbled to her feet, and with an outstretched arm. Her fingers still felt no heat when she reached 1 meter. She walked right up to the rock and kept her arm outstretched. At first she hesitated before she stuck her hand completely in the flames, but when she did so, she felt nothing. It was as though only the air was coloured as flames. That the fire was not real.. Yet.....somewhere in her mind, Keela new it was the real thing. Only without the intense heat. She watched in amazement as something seemed to be growing from in the fire. A plant? The vines broke the surface and stretched, reaching its tendrils into the fire. They grew bigger and a bud appeared. The bud swelled and broke, opening into the most magical rose Keela had ever seen. The pedals had an icy appearance and glittered in the fire light. They took her breath away. The flowers stopped growing there, but they didn’t stop moving. They started to transform and mold themselves into something else. She stood completely still, her gaze transfixed on the re-shaping of the ice petals. Time seemed to be moving much slower than normal. Yet, it felt like only seconds when all of a sudden the vines and leaves wilted away and evaporated into the fire leaving not a single trace. A sudden thunderous wind erupted from within the fire and blew out in every direction, whipping Keela’s hair back from her face causing her hand to come up and shield her eyes. As sudden as the wind came, it left again, and an eerie like silence filled the clearing. She dropped her hand and stepped back in shock. There, resting on the rock, lay her forearm guards, yet they were different, and the fire had completely disappeared. She stepped forward again and cautiously picked them up. She turned them around in her hands and pulled on one of the loops that was sticking out. Out came a glittering icicle, yet it was not cold. And at a closer glance, this was no ordinary icicle. As she turned it over, the light caught the edge and at that moment, everything finally clicked in Keela’s mind. This was the exact same knife that she had in her dream the night before. This is what she wished for in her poem that she wrote under the pond. She put the ice knife back into it’s place, made sure it was secure, and slipped both guards onto her arms. Satisfied with the feeling and suddenly filled with an unimaginable amount of excitement, she spun on her heal and dashed for the bridge. As her feet pounded across the wooden planks, she could have sworn she heard a chuckle behind her. With a quick backward glance, and finding nothing, she entered the forest pathway once again, her magic book clutched tightly in her hands.

Keela, thinking the pathway was going to be completely twisty and curvy, was shocked to find that the forest seemed to have parted and led a perfectly straight path into the garden. On top of that, the distance wasn’t nearly as far as it had been before. One second she was running out of the clearing and into the forest, and the next, she was running out of the forest and back into the garden. Not anticipating such a short run, she wasn’t prepared to stop. She saw Kyle before she hit him, but not soon enough to apply any brakes. She slammed completely into him and losing her grasp, her book of magic papers flew through the air and landed several feet away.

[The Joekr]

Kyle had been running in a full sprint, the news of telling Rayne about the enchanted blade fueling his desire to ignore the burning in his lungs and just keep running. The path ahead split two ways. Uncertain which way to go, Kyle leaned to the right first, what he saw was a straight path leading to another clearing. And on the left, a speeding 114 pound body advancing too fast for him to react. Rayne flew into him with force enough to knock him over completely. Kyle gained his breath before Rayne did and leapt to his feet quickly. As he approached her, she spoke: "Kyle i have to show you something!" Too excited to listen, Kyle lifted her off her feet and set her on the ground quickly.
"Rayne!" his voice cracked, and he gripped her shoulders hard. "You won't believe this, watch! watch!"
Kyle ran back ten feet and rose his hands into the air. He had actually not tried this yet, but everywhere he was was earth right? Then he could freely move about the garden at will.
Roots and vines burst from the earth and formed a shell around him. He slowly sank into the earth with his protective shell and focused on his next move. As expected, when he arose again from the ground, he was directly behind Rayne. He gasped with excitement and swept his right arm out. As expected, vines on his right whipped out and stretched until he dropped his hand. Concentrating on his final show, he jumped up and braced his right foot as if landing on air. But a root quickly grew underneath his foot, and he jumped off. A root grew under his left next, then a vine on his right, until he was directly over Raynes head.
Taking a deep breath, he jumped off into a spinning forward flip and landed on his feet. Reaching for the hilt lashed to his back by vines, he tore it free and wielded it once. The whole forest became alive as every leaf and twig shook with the power held by a single teenager. As soon as he re-attached it to his back the forest became quiet again. He grinned wide as the sky.
"Now, what were you saying?"