As if to break the silence, Skan Erreden ran around a corner, his footsteps and heavy breathing the only sounds in the halls. Skan was afraid. His trench coat was swishing back and forth among his moving legs, as he ran faster than he ever has.
Breathing frantically, Skan turned another corner, not knowing what he was running from, only that he was running and could not stop. Finally, he tripped on something, and landed flat on his stomach, the wind knocked out of him. His sunglasses flew from his face to reveal his blue, blinking eyes.
A bright blue flash from behind him reminded Skan of why he was running. Slowly, he pushed himself up to a sitting position. Then, when he saw Tirkul, Skan moved back a few steps in fear, still in the sitting position.
There was no mistaking Tirkul to be a demon. From the waist down, Tirkul had no legs, but a tail that he slithered around on as surely as anyone with feet. The tail ended with a dorsel fin. Tirkul's arms were normal, if a bit to long, but ended in abnormal hands. The fingers were long and pointy, and connected with a thin webbing. It was his head that was the scariest, however. Tirkul had an elongated snout instead of a mouth, and long whiskers that hung down from it. His eyes were set in the back of the head. Two massive horns capped his head, and crest the travelled down the length of Tirkul's back.
"Skan..." hissed Tirkul. The demon lifted his arms high in the air and looked up. In front of him materialized a small stone. It was the size of Skan's fist. Perfectly spherical, and a clear aqua blue color. In the center were two horizontal, parrallel wavy lines. The Zodiac sign of Aquarius.
"No..." whispered Skan, backing up a few more steps. He shook his head. "No..."
"Yes!" said Tirkul. "Yes, Skan, it is your DESTINY! You could be invincible, Skan! All enemies would tremble before your might! Densetsu! He would be easily smitten with only an ounce of my power!"
"No..."
"Yes, Skan! And not only your enemies, your FRIENDS! Kitra, Nisemeisho, Deric, they are all stronger than you, more skilled than you with weapons. Why? YOU could be stronger than THEM!"
"..No..."
"I have the knowledge that you want, Skan! I lived in the time of Ajora, when the technology you would have here would run a child's play thing! You would know everything, and could bring the greatest machinery of all time back to your world!"
"..."
"Yes, Skan. We are one, and the same. Don't you understand? We were meant to be the same!"
"..No..."
"What?"
"NO!" said Skan, picking up more strength to his voice. He stood up. "I saw what you did to Luren! You promised him strength and power, then took advantage of his weakened mind and body! You just want me as a vessel, Tirkul, not a partner!"
Tirkul snarled a bit, his tail swishing back and forth. "You are a fool, Skan."
Suddenly, Tirkul's hand shot out and grabbed Skan by the face. Skan was knocked back into the wall with a grunt, Tirkul's sharp fingers holding him fast. "You do not understand my power, do you Skan?"
"Skan!"
Both Skan and Tirkul heard the voice and looked to see who it was. A tall, red haired woman with golden eyes. Kitra Rivan, one of Skan's best friends. At her heels were three other people. Nisemeisho, a very tall man dressed in a blue trench coat. He carried with him a naginata, a spear with sword like blade. Thom Seladon, not quite as tall as Nisemeisho, but still tall. He wore a cloak with the hood up and carried a normal spear in one hand. And finally, Tad Erreden, Skan's twin brother. Tad had the same blue hair and eyes, and the same height, but broader shoulders. He wore gray pants, but was obviously in a hurry, because had no shirt on. He stopped to aim a massive gun, his C-14 Cannister Rifle, at Tirkul.
"Perhaps this is the appropriate time to allow you to witness my powers, Skan..." said Tirkul. Tirkul's other hand once again shot out, but in the direction that Skan's friends were. Suddenly, they were all incased in ice. They froze in mid stride, all of them still wearing that look of grim determination on their faces. Tirkul's hand shot out again, and the ice shattered, along with the body parts of everyone within.
"NOOO!" screamed Skan.
"Silence!" roared Tirkul. "The same will happen to your other friends, and your precious Guild, if you do not submit!"
"..." Skan hung his head down, now knowing what to do.
"Fine. I shall not make you join, Skan. But I will make you want to." Tirkul drew a finger across the side of Skan's neck, opening up a small scratch. "I shall make you wish you had submitted when you first learned possible."
Then, the quiet Guild hallways were no longer so quiet. Tirkul's laughter filled every hall and every room, accompanied by the ear splitting screams of Skan.
Skan awoke with a gasp, blue hair matted to his head in a blanket of sweat. He wiped his forehead with his hand, which was just as sweaty, before hopping out of bed and walking over to his desk. He wore only a black pair of sweatpants, and was too hot to put anything else on, even with his sweating.
Skan flicked a little light on his desk, and blinked when the light flooded his vision. He groped around his desk until he found his sunglasses and donned them.
Instinctively looking around to make sure no one was looking, though why anyone would sneak into his room at night just to peek at a dairy that no one know existed was beyond him, Skan opened up a little box labelled 'work'. Inside was a large mess of scattered papers. Skan took them out and opened up the concealed bottom inside. He took out a black book carefully and set aside the box. Then Skan picked up a pen from a small cup on his desk and opened up the book.
The front page was labelled with 'Keep out! That means you!' in English, French, Spanish, Latin, Japanese, and Iraqi. Skan was pretty sure anyone would understand. Then he flipped a few pages until he found the first clean page, than began writing, in detail, what happened in his dream. It was the fourth entry like it.
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