A Gathering of Common Interests

[Neron]

"Well I'm amazed that you came up with that by yourself." Neron remarked to Damion's first answer. "Sardines eh?" He didn't let what Damion say effect him, though it did raise some fire within him. He would deal with that in a moment. It was interesting, Jaedon seemed to be enjoying herself with this whole thing, and for once Neron felt satisfied for making someone else laugh. Usually this is what caused him to be thrown out, and in his experience this was what started his rampages. But right now he was to tired to care. It had been a boring, tiring after noon and he just wanted to have some fun.As he came out of his thoughts he heard Damion start to list off the gases in air before catching himself. "Wow, no wonder Jaedon likes him, he's so easy to mess with." A smirk came to his face though it quickly faded.
"I hope you realize that games must be won or lost." Damion's voice called out to Neron.

"Which is what makes games so intriguing and which is also why I am careful to choose games that I excel at." He closed he eyes, "Such as Spades and kickball." But neon couldn't just sit still, he had to address what Damion wanted to talk about, him running into Jaedon's little power.
"Oh and about being rescued, it seems like I didn't need it did I?" He eyes remained closed as he added, "Unlike some people." Oh if he could just fall asleep, the temptation was growing every moment. Bantering and badgering Damion was the only thing that was keeping him awake. Even after his meeting with Jaedon he hadn't been able to sleep because of everything that happened, he had to much to think about.

[saerwen]

Damion smirked at Nerons comment. Spades... Jaedon had tried to teach him a while ago, just like she had tried to teach him the keys to chess, but he failed at both... miserably. If he played with Jaedon, then they would win, but if he had to depend on himself, then he might as well consider himself hopeless. "Sometimes, I think that I might wonder what exactly you use for a ball." As Neron spoke about the rescuing thing, Damion smirked again.
"Oh Neron, I suppose that I never said thank you." He swung his head to face Neron. "I think I was too busy getting you off of Jaedons back, wasn't I?" His eyes turned lighter blue as he used his magic to cool the air down a bit around himself. He was sitting in his chair, which had been brought with ease, arms resting across the back, legs straddling the seat. He leaned his chin on his arms, and continued to stare at Neron. "You seem to have a habit of that... Jumping onto Jaedon. I guess some people just don't know when to stop playing. Did you have fun torturing Jaedon?" Damion was not hiding his resentment. He wanted Neron to feel it, to remember it. The feeling of someone scorching your mind. Jaedon scorching his mind.

Jaedon had stopped laughing by now, and was looking back to her books when she heard Damion bring up the subject again, and not subtly at all this time. She resented him for this. She shook her head and then went back to studying. She heard every word that came out of Damion, and winced as he spoke, wishing that she had never leaked anything to him in her tired and ill-mannered fit. How foolish she had been, and now she was paying the price for it.

[Neron]

Neron didn't move, he almost seemed to become a statue in his dark chair. He had heard what Damion said, and the fire within him raged forth with a fury. But he wasn't going to let Damion see to much of it, if he could help it. He let a long uncomfortable pause draw out between them.

"If you think that was playing." His voice was as cold as death itself, "Then you should see me when I really mean business." His eyes remained closed as he continued, "No doubt you would have done the same thing if you had seen Jaedon faint because of someone else doing, see her face as pale as death, under subjection of someone else. If you would not defend her and demand to know what was going on..Well then." His eyes opened. They were deep pits of fire, in fact they almost seemed to be made of fire. "You are no friend at all" He let these words drop with so much stress on every word. Then leaning back he closed his eyes once more.

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Miriel sat looking at the table uncomfortably. She knew what was going to happen if they weren't stopped now. "So Jaedon what is this?" She pointed to an easy problem which she knew the answer to but she was so trying to divert their attention.

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Even though Miriel had tried to divert the attentions of these two, it didn't work. At least not for Neron. " If you want to take this outside like gentlemen then I would be much obliged. That is, if you can bring yourself to that position, which I doubt. "

[saerwen]

Jaedon had perked up as Miriel tried to smooth the situation out. She appreciated Miriel trying to calm things down, but she highly doubted that this would be stopped by just bringing their attention to chemistry. Jaedon needed to explain to Damion that nothing was wrong, and that everything was okay. She knew that Damion hadn't liked Neron from the beginning, but she really didn't want that dislike to become pure hatred.
Over the years Jaedon and Damion had rubbed their traits off on the other. Jaedon had learned to lean back, take a breather every once in a while, and just relax from Damion. He had helped her learn to laugh again, and he had helped her to revive her love of music. For this she would always be grateful. Damion on the other hand had learned the hard way that being careful around Jaedon was the only way that they would remain friends. She was like a melted ice cube, always trying to slip out of your hand. He had learned to bite rather than just think about it.

Damion had heard what Miriel had said, but he was going to ignore it for the moment. "Well, from what I have seen, it is a miracle that you even have any friends. You're not a being, you're a demon. I wonder who you are to lecture me on being a friend when you fail at being one yourself. How many times have you gotten angry with Miriel, Neron? How many times has your anger almost killed her?" The air around Damion became even more frigid. He was not angry, simply digging. He wanted to hurt Neron, he wanted to hurt him more than anyone else in the world.

Jaedon saw that this was going to erupt, but she didn't know what to do. She knew that she could stop it by sending either Damion or Neron into their own mind while she pulled them out, and away from the study room, but if she did that, then they would resent her. That might be the price, but that was going to be her last resort. She felt the air around her become a little more chilled every second. Damion was doing it to make Neron angry. "What a fool you are Damion. This is ridiculous." she thought to herself. She entered the back of Damion's mind and spoke to him. "What are you doing? This is not what needs to happen Damion. How will you and Neron fighting make me and Neron fighting any better? Think Damion! Don't mess..." She was going to continue her silent pleading, but she was hindered as she was blocked out.

Damion had felt her. He knew that she was going to try and persuade him to stop. He fought with all of his might to get her out. When he finally did, he looked at her and said, "Stay out of my mind, Jaedon, before I freeze you out." His words were cold and hard. His eyes were turning into the color of dirty snow. White, with little specs of blue, just like his scales. Jaedon had seen this before.

[Neron]

Neron sat relaxed in his chair, listening everything was ok, everything was under control, until he heard that word. That cursed word, Demon". That is truly when all of the Hell within him broke loose.
"How many times have you gotten angry with Miriel, Neron? How many times has your anger almost killed her?"" The words hurt, deep but in a way Damion probably had not intended. IT didn't hurt his pride, nor his soul. It hurt because those knifed words cut open a hole within him. A hole in the deep stone barrier around his deep self. The true Neron that he had learned to lock up and forget. Slowly those holes grew wider and wider until the self that Neron had hoped to forget had wriggled through.

Those green eyes flew open, but they no longer held the playful, glimmering, sly look that they had before, now there was only hatred, only bloodlust, and only pain. It seemed to shine out of his eyes like a beacon, those slitted eyes. His teeth were no longer humans but instead were sharpened like knives. "A demon you say." His voice rumbled in the room, deep and angry as thunder. "Well, let me show you how much of a Demon I am." Without warning he lunged at Damion.
Miriel could see this was coming, she had seen the signs and she knew that Damion had tread on a nerve without knowing it. As Neron lunged forward she leaped out of her chair, blocking Damion from view. Her arms were outstretched as her mouth opened no utter no. BUt she never got to say those words before Neron was on her. They tumbled to the ground, Neron didn't even seem to recognize her. All he saw was a human, a blasted human who had killed so many of his family. Taking her by the arm he flung her aside, even though he hated humans, she wasn't his target. The scent of blood came to his sense, but this only added to his anger. Who cared if a human died, they deserved it.

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Miriel picked herself up, the wound from his hand had been deep, but not for long. The wound glowed for a moment before slowly healing itself. Miriel sat on the floor concentrating, holding her arm gently. But the wound was not what hurt her the most, it was Neron acting this way. She had seen him like this and he had come so far, so far. A tear fell on her her cheek. Why did they have to reopen wounds like this, why did they have to hurt each other?

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Neron had recovered and was heading for Damion, it seemed all the clumsiness had left his body and now there was only raw power behind it. Grabbing the chair he sat in he yanked it fromunderneath him and tossed it to the side as if it weighed nothing but a feather. "You want to know about me, you want to experience what I do, well then." an evil smirk came to his mouth, "Let the games begin." His hands no longer looked like hands but instead seemed shaped somewhat like talons. His skin was fading fast.

[saerwen]

Jaedon saw her worst fear unravel before her. She was frozen to the spot as she watched in terror. What was Damion doing? She had never known him to go looking for a fight, but he had asked for this dreaded action, and he got it.

Damion watched as Neron flew towards him, his skin failing faster than expected. Damion readied himself, his magic already coming to him, like a natural thing that just flowed out of him. He waited till Neron was slightly closer before he was going to fire. However, before he complete his plan Miriel jumped in the way. Neron quickly dispelled her presence. "What a monster." Thought Damion. "It's time someone tamed you."

Jaedon knew what was going to happen before it happened. She had seen what Damion did to fire-wielders. She had to stop this before someone got hurt beyond repair. She looked to Miriel who was healing herself slowly. "I am going to have to do this the hard way..." She looked to Damion and waited, she had to time this perfectly, or everything would fall apart.

Damion watched as Neron came forward again. Damion just stood there, staring him down. Then, all at once, as Neron advanced, Damion let out a burst of magic. It was impossible to tell what kind it was, but all you could tell was that it was powerful... Neron would not be able to stop it, just hold it at bay, if he was lucky. The magic enveloped Neron in its bluish haze, a freezing wave of ice magic. If Neron heated it up, then it would turn to water, and he would get soaked, but if he didn't stop it, he would be encased in ice. His fire was going to die, but Damion didn't stop. He was not going to take a chance. As he poured more and more magic onto Neron, he could feel something else happening, but he didn't know what.

Jaedon saw her moment. Damion was absorbed, and Neron was distracted by the spell no doubt. Her eyes changes to their fearsome black as she focused on the two men. She tore into Damions mind, and giving him no choice, she persuaded him to stop. Nothing would have made him say no to her. In fact, he gave in as soon as she ripped into him. The magic ceased to flow from him and Jaedon talked to Miriel, "Take Damion out of here, and do it fast." Then she went into Nerons mind, delving as deep as she could go. "Neron!" she called. "NERON!" she yelled into the depths of black memories and thoughts. "This is your choice! MAKE THE RIGHT ONE!!!! If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. The only reason that Damion said that is because I spilled about our argument. I was tired and I let my guard down. If you blame anyone for what has been said, then blame me... I won't leave until you are calm." She was quite serious about what she had said.

[Neron]

The change in temperature warned Neron of ice coming on. "so the wretch has power over ice, how fitting." so he was summoning forth all his power. Then the bluish haze enveloped him, rushing over his body like a tidal wave. But the cold didn't seem to touch him, not the wet. For Neron had focused fire about him, not just any fire, fire hot enough to turn water into steam on contact. It was very draining, and also was very concentrated around him, so it may have looked like he was getting turned into a living Popsicle. He felt the spell fade, it seemed that Damion had finally stopped his attack. "Fool." He smirked as his teeth barred. This fool wouldn't live to see another sunrise.

Just when he was about to summon his power once more a voice echoed in his mind, it was distant between memories and faces, but it called him back and reminded of someone, but who?

"NERON!!!! This is your choice, MAKE THE RIGHT ONE!!!!!!"

His eyes seemed to glow a bright green for a moment, "Yes, kill, that is always the right choice." Wings were just started to sprout out of his back, if this was allowed, soon enough he would be unable to keep his form from bursting out.

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Miriel got up on her feet, a new fierceness in her jade eyes. Nodding to Jaedon she grabbed Damion by the back of the shirt and proceeded to pull him out of the room. "That was the stupidest thing I have ever seen anybody do. I never would have thought someone would ever do that." She muttered under her breath. "Isn't this world filled with enough hatred." Soon they were outside the library doors and she turned on him, whirling around her green eyes alight. "What was all that?!" She motioned to the Library, "You could have gotten us all killed!"

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Neron had winced as he tried to push the person out of his mind. But when his eyes opened again, Damion was no longer there. His pacing around did him no good, he could tell Damion was no longer there, so he stood there seething. "This fight is not about you! Why did you interfere?" He whirled around to face Jaedon, no recognition showed in his eyes. "Why?! ANSWER ME!"Because Damion had left the room his wings had ceased to sprout from his back, and soon they folded back up and seemed to dissipate into him. Then the rest of what she had said seemed to have been able to fight through his mind and only now reached him.

"If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. The only reason that Damion said that is because I spilled about our argument. I was tired and I let my guard down. If you blame anyone for what has been said, then blame me... I won't leave until you are calm."

He took steps closer to Jaedon, "You did what?" His snake like eyes narrowed as he glared at her. "So you let the secret out eh? Bravo you little rat." His talon like hand raised at her and clenched shut, "Many have died for that, many have died for less. But I will let you live and know that what happened here was because of you." He searched the face in front of him, and for a moment recognition flickered across his face. Why was the face so familiar, who was it? The sound of music echoed in his ears, the music he had played, flashes of the two of them came before his eyes. His eyes faded back to normal, his talons once more turned into hands. covering his face with his hands he turned away from her. He had done it again.

Nausea filled his stomach as weakness shook his bones. He had hoped never to have that brutal side of him shown, yet time after time it had found a way out. He stumbled away from her, shame evident in his every movement. His movements looked labored, but no sign of it showed on his face. in reality he felt weak all over, tired and soar, but he didn't let anything show, he just walked over and sat down on his chair. Doubling over he rested his head on his hand while the other grasped at his side. The old wound pained him greatly right now, it always did when he came to his senses, he didn't know why. Bowing his head he sat there, a dark figure in a dark chair, alone. Even though he didn't make his pain evident, even if he had Jaedon wouldn't have known what was bothering him. The only person that knew of his scars was Miriel, Jaedon had seen where it had happened, but he had left her with no inkling of there ever being any scars left from that fight. "You are not to blame Jaedon." His voice was barely audible, "It is me.......always me...... that is at blame.......This is not your fault." Standing up suddenly, still keeping his face away from her he turned to walk out the door.

[saerwen]

Jaedon despaired as she heard Neron's reply to her. "Kill..." He had no memory at the moment of who she was, their conversation before, or anything of the kind. He was temporarily insane. "Why did Damion have to go and be such an airhead.

Damion didn't really have the choice of going or not, it just happened. When Miriel turned to face him outside the library, Damion was filled with a guilt of sorts, but he didn't really understand why. He had done what he thought was best. He wanted Neron to pay for messing with Jaedon, and he was sure that he was paying for it now. Jaedon had her opportunity, she must be having fun with a weakened Neron right now.
"Well, I wasn't the one doing the killing Miriel, if you noticed. Neron was. I just hope that Jaedon can figure out how to work with this. I didn't want to antagonize him for the fun of it... It's payback. Jaedon was so exhausted the other night, I have never seen her like that before except after a fight. That is the kind of fight where she comes home with broken ribs, hardly breathing. I wasn't going to let him get away with hurting her like that!" Damion was fuming now. He had been worried about Jaedon, but the problem was that he didn't know the overall truth. Jaedon hadn't finished telling him what had happened, and that was her biggest mistake.

Jaedon winced as Neron looked at her with cruel eyes, accusing her with stinging words that brought her faulty move into her mind. She hadn't told Damion all that she had seen. Her words echoed in her mind, and Nerons as she stayed there. "I saw Neron today, and we had a slight disagreement. It was nothing." she had been trying to calm Damions fears, but she had only served to waken them. She had betrayed Neron's trust, and it hurt.
She hardly noticed the change in his features as she kept her head bent, but she did notice the change in his mind. No longer were thoughts of killing running in his mind, but of memory regained. The insanity had come to an end, and Jaedon let out a sigh of relief. She kept to her word on this stance and left Nerons mind immediately. She looked up at him and saw stumble backward, away from her, and then over to his chair. He was bent over, his head on one hand, and the other hand gasping his side. Jaedon wondered what she should do. For now she decided to remain silent to give his time to think.
When she heard what he said, she was filled with an emotion that she couldn't quite describe...perhaps guilt, but also revulsion for herself. He stood up to walk out of the room, but she couldn't let him. There was more to be said here. She jumped out of her chair, almost overturning it with her speed. "Neron! Wait." She grabbed his arm to turn him around to face her. She had no idea what to say, because he had left her speechless. But her emerald eyes pleaded more than words ever could. They cried to him, "Don't go, because I need to explain! I need to say I'm sorry."

[Neron]

Miriel's green eyes blazed, "So if someone picks up a gun and pulls the trigger, and kills someone, who kills them, the gun or the person who pulled the trigger? As for the conversation, do you know that he hurt her, do you know that they fought? Or have you been jumping to conclusions..."She took a step closer as she shifted her hands to her hips, cocking her hips in a way that showed her displeasure. "Just like you have been doing with Neron. He is learning, he wasn't always bad, he didn't always have this lust for killing. You don't know him Damion...You just don't know or understand him." Her gaze turned away as her voice lowered, "Even I don't understand him sometimes, and I have known him longer than anyone."


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Neron had been making his way to the door, every step was torturous to him. Blasted side. Each time it screamed out at him, sending lightnings of pain through his side, the faces of those he had killed, the ones that had wounded him, seared through his mind. Then suddenly a hand grasped his shoulder and turned him. It felt warm, he wondered at this feeling, but he didn't think about it.

"Don't go, because I need to explain! I need to say I'm sorry."" Her voice was pleading, but it was her eyes that kept him from pulling away. His gaze turned away, the black hair covering his eyes, hiding his emotions. That face of his grew as cold and as unmoving as stone. "You don't have to Jaedon, I already know." Placing his hand on hers he pulled it off his shoulder and tried to walk away again. But his steps faltered once more. He was tired, dead tired, but he didn't want her to sense or noticed that the true reason of his steps faltering was absence of strength. That was why his face was so stoic, his emotions so serene. To cover up he spoke once more. "You, of all people should not have to explain or apologize, instead it should be me." A smirk played on his lips, though it didn't have the life behind it as usual, "But I'm, just to much of a demon to do that." A sigh racked his body, "I'm the one that upset you enough that you spilled the beans, you never should have had to endure what you saw, nor should I have forced you to." He turned his face toward her, his eyes glimmering slightly with amusement, "Plus if you say you're sorry it will ruin your reputation, and we can't have that now can we. What a tale that would be, that you said you're sorry. Though I doubt anyone would believe me."

[saerwen]

Miriels words stung him, but he was not going to back down. That jerk deserved everything that came to him. Sure he might have helped Damion once but that didn't cover the general resentment that had grown inside of him. He was a fire-wielder. The only people that Damion ever really hated were fire-wielders. It wasn't so much that he hated them, it was that he was scared of them and so the only fix that he had been able to find was to kill them. To freeze them.
"Alright, I might have gone a little far, but you know what... I really don't feel sorry. That guy is just strange. What I am feeling bad about right now, come to think of it, is that it was Jaedon who was left in there with that creep. I didn't even think about what might happen should she choose not to have fun..." Damion looked to the ground for a moment and the shot his head back up. "Yeah, I don't feel sorry... There is nothing that can make me feel sorry, so I wouldn't even try." He gazed at Miriel with icy blue eyes, his white, shoulder-length hair falling slightly in front of them.

Jaedon heard what he said and was filled with regrets. She did have to explain, and that is what hurt the most. He tried to walk away from her again, but she noticed that he had to stop. Something was wrong, she couldn't quite tell what though. Neron was not the kind of person to explain his words a second time, so why was he stopping to talk to her again, unless he was trying to hide something. She surveyed him carefully, scrutinizing every external part of him for signs that he might be hurt. The memory of his hand on his side came to her. "I wonder if he has an old wound there?" But she didn't say anything. She knew Neron wouldn't like it.
"You aren't a demon any more than I, or Miriel, or Damion for that matter. It was my choice to stay. I could have left your mind at any time, but I chose to stay. I chose to see." Jaedon put her head down. "I should have warned you before Damion even walked in..." She paused. "Damion has the strange gift of exchanging emotions. He knew that you were going to get angry. He wanted you to get angry, and he left you little choice." Jaedon leaned against the windows that served as walls. "And you were not the reason that I was exhausted. I was the reason. I went and did something that I knew I shouldn't have, and when I came back to the school I was hurt. I didn't want to explain to Damion and so I left without telling him what had happened, and all he heard was, I saw Neron today. Had I explained a little more then he would have been mad at me, not you." She eyed Neron with misery, "For once, let me own my screwing up. I am to blame, and so is Damion for taking it that far. I understand not being able to stop oneself when they're angry... I should have stopped Damion before the whole mess started." She continued to look to Neron, but this time a miserable smile conveyed her feelings. "It feels strange to say, I'll admit, but I am truly sorry, Neron."

[Neron]

Miriel sighed, it was hopeless, "You're as bad as him" She muttered. Damion seemed to be as stubborn as Neron, both, when their minds were set, could not be taken off that path. Well, at least without major force. Frowning she looked at him. He was so white, it was strange. The white hair almost gave him an aged, ancient, look something else about him made him look so young. Perhaps it was his usual happy mood. She wasn't sure. A sigh came form her and she relaxed her angry pose. Those green eyes drifted toward the library doors. "I wonder how long they are going to stay in there..."


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Neron tried his hardest to listen, though he mostly caught every other word. He understood what she was saying, but he no longer had anything else to say. He didn't have the strength to tell her to stop and to persuade her he didn't need and explanation again. Perhaps it was better that she got the load off of her chest. She had finished, it took him a moment to realize that the library was once again quite. Running his fingers through his hair he leaned back slightly, and winced. He was glad he was turned away from her. "Then you must tell him the truth Jaedon." He walked forward again, until his hand rested on the door handle. Neron stood there for a moment, his fingers running over the smooth metal. "I had forgiven you long ago Jaedon..." He left off the sentence like he was going to continue, but he didn't. Instead he just turned the knob and walked through the doors. Why was the door so heavy? Why was the ground seeming to sway back and forth?
The door shut with a click behind him. His gaze lifted, but as he loked at Damion his eyes were empty as a grave. Then he turned and walked down the hall, one hand on the wall for support, the other on his side. He needed to get to bed quickly to fight this off, hopefully he made it. He knew though, that this sleep wouldn't be restful at all, instead it would be filled with nightmares, it always was when he was tired. But then maybe something might change. Perhaps he would be able to sleep peacefully. "Fat chance..."

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Just as the words had come from her mouth Neron had appeared, out of the door. His skin seemed paler than normal, his eyes dead. Something was wrong. "What did Jaedon do?" Anger boiled in her, If Jaedon had preyed upon Neron and made him like this, oh she didn't know what she would do.

[saerwen]

"Well, I guess that all depends on what Jaedon is doing." Damion pushed a hand through his hair, pulling it away from his face. He hadn't wanted to get Miriel upset, but it seemed that her loyalty to her friend made that an undesirable after affect. "Sorry about what I said. I should have kept my opinions to myself." He wasn't being exactly apologetic in his tone, but he was trying to smooth the problem over a little. He turned to look at the door, and as if his action had caused another, Neron came out at that moment. He stood there dumbfounded as the image of Neron's haunted face returned constantly to his thoughts. What a ghastly appearance! He almost regretted leaving the poor bloke with Jaedon, knowing full well what she was capable of, but then remorse escaped him.
"Poor guy must have really gotten it bad, or else changing forms doesn't bode well with him." He was not ashamed of his speech in any way. What happened next puzzled him even worse.

After the click of the door was heard Jaedon awoke from a dazed and sleepy mind. She had noticed Neron having a bit of a time pushing the door open. "Something is wrong with him. He seems a little too weak." She had continued to study him as he had turned to leave. It was only when the door clicked shut that she decided, "I should follow him, make sure that he gets back to his dorm safely." And so she opened the door after him and followed him at a safe distance. She completely ignored Damion and Miriel who were standing behind her now. Whatever they had to say, and she was sure that it would be something, it could wait for a while. That time would be spent ensuring that Neron stayed upright on his way to his dorm room. She hid in the shadows to ensure that Neron didn't see her.

Damion had watched his friends quick and quiet escape. She followed Neron, then turned a corner. He had seen her do this before... She was dodging. Following someone, but ducking behind, and taking short cuts that would provide a perfect view the whole time. It wasn't noticeable from the front or the back, but that was the only reason that he could find for her going in that direction. Why she was following Neron escaped him, but he knew that there was a reason... probably trying to make sure that she stayed in his mind, even though he was running from her. Jaedon liked to stay close to her victims, it ensured that there would be no failure. If that was her intent, then Damion didn't have any problem with it. Otherwise, she had to follow him for personal reason, or she wasn't following him at all. Either way, he wasn't going to stop her. That was dangerous, he had discovered that a while ago. So why not just let her and him alone?

[Neron]

MirielMiriel wasn't sure what to think, both of them were acting weird, Jaedon and Neron, what was going on? whatever it was she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach, something wasn't right... not a all. "Changing forms isn't a problem for him, usually, He usually doesn't act like this after a fight either, usually it's because of..." She stopped as her eyes widened slightly. But she shook it off. Jaedon wouldn't have been digging into his memories had she? If she had, she probably wouldn't have wanted to stay there long. "Hang on... I'm not sure about all of this.." She tok a step after Jaedon, then another, slowly following..

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Darkness seemed to capture Neron, it covered his sight, his mind and everything around him. But he fought against it, a pale face and cold sweat were a testimony of this. "I will make it.." He had to make it to the dorms. but his mind seemed to be determined in preventing him from making it. His eyes were flashing, switching from slits to human eyes, every time it caused pain to rack his head. For with every flash he could see a face of those he killed. It seemed so real, the people seemed to stand before him, one at a time. A replay of the event of him killing them. His hand left his side and seemed to wave out in front of him, sweeping through the air like he was fighting something.

Then the scene he had shown Jaedon came before his eyes, the people standing around him in a circle, but to him every face was sharp and crisp as if it was just happening. His feet came to a stop, his breathing bacame ragged. "go away.." His eyes were slits of the dragon, "Stop torturing me!" He let out a slight groan as the man advanced. "I'm warning you..." Silence until the vision of a man stood before him, his arm lifted with a knife. It was thrown through the air and his him on the shoulder. Neron let out a stifled yell as his body folded slightly, his torso leaning down, hisarm clasped his shoulder. Then came the part where the whole group advanced, knives and swords outdrawn. Neron straightened, wavering back and forth until his body had returned to his normal position. Just then a man lashed out, striking Neron's side. This time Neron let out a cry of pain as his hand once more clutched his side.

Walls and floors seemed to tilt and heave like the deck of a ship during a heavy storm. Neron could no longer fight the darkness. A high pitched ring seemed to dominate his hearing as everything to the real world no longer could be seen or heard. He was lost in his nightmare that he had created.

A thud sounded as his body met the floor heavily. So there Neron was, curled into a fetal position, eyes closed and wincing as a cold sweat poured from his brow. His hand was clutching his side in immense pain, but no blood or any sign of a wound could bee seen. So there Neron lay, dead to the world about him.

[saerwen]

Damion had known that Miriel would want to follow Jaedon before she even started to move. He decided that he would see how far she would go before stopping her. When he saw that she intended to continue in her steps, he reached out with both hands and grabbed her arms. She wouldn't appreciate it, and he knew it, but he also knew that Jaedon would appreciate someone interrupting even less. She would blame him, and Miriel would blame him, but for some strange reason, Damion feared Jaedon more. She wasn't physically intimidating, but rather, mentally exhausting. He hated that feeling. He would suffer Miriels wrath, and then try and seek repentance after. Until then, he would continue to hold her firm.

Jaedon had continued to follow Neron quietly, wishing for her presence not to be seen, staying a good distance from him. When he first started to hallucinate she knew that he was about to fall apart. She knew what part of him was remembering this and she knew how much that memory scorched him. The moment that he swung his arm in front of him she knew that he was starting to fade, and so she ran forward, covering the distance quickly, but she was not fast enough. She arrived by his side after he had fallen hard onto the floor. She pulled on his arm, turning him over onto his back. He was out cold. His face was so pale that it frightened Jaedon. She had seen people that pale before... it always meant that they were sick beyond what she had been able to help. "Surely not Neron. He is not sick, rather very tired." But she was not going to take the chance. She stayed knelt down beside him, taking off the jacket that she had been wearing and putting it under his head, she took his hand... it was cold. She started to rub his hands, trying to get them warm.
As she continued to try and keep him warm she yelled out to Miriel through her mind, not sending any coherent mesage, just screaming for help. This was the first time that Jaedon had really been scared in years. She needed help, Neron needed help, and she couldn't give it, but Miriel could. Jaedon knew that she wasn't strong enough to move Neron, but Miriel could. Jaedon also knew that she was not Nerons friend like Miriel was, but for some reason, her heart ached for Neron. She felt so terrible, so utterly miserable. She wished with all of her might that her power could do more, that she could do more, but her weakness was bitterly clear. "WHY CAN'T I HELP HIM?!" She asked herself. She looked down the hall, continuing to wait for Miriels figure to come into view.

[Neron]

Miriel felt the restraining hands of Damionon. “what… What are you doing?!” She asked, some heat in her voice. But she soon gave up fighting, Jaedon, she trusted her friend not to do anything stupid. It wasn’t long after Jaedon had passed out of sight that messages started coming to her. Jaedon was screaming something in her mind, something about help and Neron. Miriel eyes widened, those deep green pools became filled with worry. What had happened? Her fight against Damion was more passionate, and it didn’t take long before she was free. As soon as she turned the corner she stopped dead. Neron was on the ground, Jaedon was beside herself. “oh no…” Miriel rushed over. Her feet seemed to fly over the ground and before she knew it she was on the ground at his side. “Neron?!” Her eyes searched his face before gazing up at Jaedon, “What happened?!” But no reply was expected, for Miriel started muttering to herself. “Oh, Neron..” Lifting her hand she pushed some of his hair out of his face. He pulled away from her touch, muttering something indistinguishable in a different tongue.

But what was wrong, her eyes fell to where his hand was still clutching, his side. A sigh came from her, “I thought so….” Lifting her hand she gently placed it on top of his. “Neron, relax, I cannot help you if you don’t-”


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Neron let out a hiss as soon as Miriel had touched his hand. His green eyes flew opened and stared at her, his head lifted slightly off the jacket. Aggressiveness was all in his movements, but it didn’t last for long, his eyes rolled back and his head dropped onto the jacket once more.

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Miriel pulled back at the hiss, this gave her a memory of something long ago, when they had first met. Her eyes looked at Jaedon steadily. In truth she was surprised at how intensely Jaedon was freaking out. She had never seen her so distraught before, so out of control. “I need your help.. I can’t do this alone. He’s never been this bad before…” Her voice lowered, “I need you to block his memories from his mind, Only when he calms down can I do anything. He’s to far gone for any sort of healing to help.” Her eyes grew a deep thoughtful green. “ But Jaedon…” She paused, “Be careful you don’t loose yourself in his mind, it’s like a raging dragon in there. If he senses you.. expect an attack with all his power. Be careful. If he uses all his power to fight you and to keep you in his mind,” She shook her head, “I don’t know what will happen..”