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Fyonae, standing near a copse of trees yet very close to the cottage, sees the group of men approach, her face darkening at their intrusion. She knows she is outnumbered, yet the thought of the men vandalizing Itrix's cottage causes her anger to rise. Carefully she pushes it away, stepping forward out into the open.

"Excuse me," she called sweetly, blinking demurely at the men. Perhaps he wouldn't remember she had been with the wizard previously. "I already checked, no one is home. So it won't do any good to go bashing through." She smiled at them, tucking her hair behind and ear and giving a few more flutters of her hazel eyes.

"I am sure gentlemen like you don't go around vandalizing folk's home for no good reason." She murmered, hoping to talk them out of their violence.

The main member of the small group looked around in confusion. His black cape flowing in the gentle breeze.

"Gentlemen? Do you...mean us? Surely you're mistaking us for some other poor saps...but greetings to you, fair maiden-"

A voice piped up from the back.

"Quit the small talk. We've come on a mission to destroy the one named Itrix! As it looks...you seem be his disciple..."

Fyonae sighed. Clearly the men were not about to be dissuaded from their current line of thought. "Itrix is not here, as I said." She offered once again, voice laden with sarcastic patience. "I will let him know upon his return that you wish to destroy him. If you wish to make an appointment, please let me know." Her eyes glinted with amusement even as she took the measure of their small band, preparing herself inwardly should things come to a fight.

In her mind, she reached to grasp a bit of the light, instict urging her to try pursuasion once again, though with aid of the light. Focusing in the man who seemed to be the leader, Fyonae smiled demurely once more. "Really Gentlemen, violence isn't necessary. Just be on your way.. " her voice felt heavier, laden with sweetness as the light coated her vocals, adding pursuasion to her words beyond that of ordinary means.

The strongest of the group stepped forth and carefully examined the girl. He emitted a strange dark energy from his piercing eyes. He spoke with a heavy baritone voice that shook even the main member.

"Indeed. It cannot be denied. The fellow that lives here knows a secret and keeps it closely guarded. Only he would entrust that secret to you..."

He slowly gets closer to the girl's face.

"Tell me. What do you know? You're trapped. If you try anything that would harm us, well, you'll soon see why the Silent Eye has so many members..."

"I assure you, sir. He has told me next to nothing. I only arrived the previous day." Fyonae kept her voice level, keeping the fear which rose within her at the man's nearness, and the danger in his eyes out of her voice. She wouldn't let them intimidate her.

She lifted her chin and took a measured step back from the man to put distance between them. She didn't feel trapped. She knew the forest like the back of her hand. "I know not where Itrix is.." she said again, keeping her voice soft, trying to appear vulnerable even as she nonchalantly slipped a dagger from the waistband of her tunic, where she had kept it hidden.

Hoping no one had seen her pull it out she kept the blade a bit behind her as she blinked up at the man closest to her. "I would tell you his secret if I knew it." She lied. In all truth she wasnt sure which secret they spoke of. Perhaps she really didn't know.

Even as she spoke, and prepared her dagger, she wished she knew better how to use the light she was flooded with, wished she had more training. Not knowing what else to do with it, she gripped it with her mind, trying to pull it about her like a shield.

"Hmm...alright. Well, you must know something. Of course, Itrix is no shackled fool. He always has to tell someone about his adventures...listen, girl. I'm not patient." The man said with malice dripping from his words. "One more time. Where is Itrix?"

Fyonae pushed down the panic which threatened to arise, the wolven shadow at her bare feet snarling softly, ears pinned. Taking another step back, Fyonae desperately tried to keep calm. "He was gone when I woke up. I am telling the truth. If you had any power at all, you'd know that." She spat the words at the man, her feminine posturing gone in place of anger. No more pretending. "Get away from me." She added softly, menace in her own voice as she looked at the man defiantly."

"You...INSUFFERABLE-"

"NO!" The main leader exclaimed, holding him back. "Violence does not perpetuate the end...ah, who am I kidding? Of course it does."

The leader's eyes ignited with a deep red flame as he conjured an aura of sinister energy around him.

"Itrix is not here. You will suffice. I will find out what you know!"

In a moment, Fyonae's fear and anger had transformed her, the wolven shadow at her feet becoming real and solid, and the girl herself seeming to evaporate into nothing. Fyonae snarled at the man as his eyes flickered with red flame. Her black pelt rustled slightly in a soft breeze as she bared her fangs, growling softly as she circled a bit, trying to get behind the man, where she could better attack. The sinister energy emanating from him caused her skin to shivver, and her lip to curl, ears flattening, her still hazel eyes trained on the men.

"Such a novelty...luckily this magic is potent towards...animals."

The leader leapt into the air, the strong one activating his magic to conjure a powerful wind that ripped the roof straight off of the cottage. The other conjuring a red lightning bolt in his hand, throwing it to make an electric storm that violently spun around the perimeter of the ruined cottage.

Fyonae's head jerked to watch as the roof was torn from the cottage, a growl ripping from her throat. Ears pinned to her head as she hunkered low, the bolts of electricity causing fear to well stronger.

Lip still curled, she shot forward, baring her fangs and attempting to sink them into the leg of the nearest attacker, a snarl emerging from her throat, hackles raised. If she couldn't get a bite in, she would try to knock one of them over and go for the throat instead. Survive, the instict shot through her, her adrenaline pumping.

Inwardly, Fyonae knew it was probably better for her to face the men in her human form, with the light at her disposal, yet as she fought to regain that form, she struggled to overcome the strength of the emotion that kept her in wolven form.

The men stayed further away as they increased the power of their magic.

Suddenly, there was a crash of thunder and a flash of lighting directly hitting the girl from the raging winds.

"Succumb to the storm!" The large man exclaimed.

Fyonae whirled, snarling as she heard the thunder, and saw the flash of lightening. Spinning she tried to dodge it, yet wasn't quick enough, the bolt striking her side and pulling a yelp from her as it knocked her down, the pain of the jarring jolt coursing through her. As she lay there her form flickered back to human, the wolf returning to a mere shadow. Fyonae didn't move for a long moment, her limbs seeming unable to work, her mind groggy from the electric shock.

Trying to sit up, she wobbled, feeling weak even as she opened her eyes to look for her attackers. With a last attempt, she struggled to her knees, gripping the knife which was still in her grasp and hurled it at the one who'd conjured the lightening. Pain still coursed through her, and she panted slightly, her brow furrowed as she tried to remain conscious to see if the knife hit her target.

The dagger fell short a few feet of contact and all the chaos suddenly stopped. The man with the lightning eyes slowly came down and walked calmly over to Fyonae.

"A dagger? That's honestly pathetic, but hey, at least you tried. You might be of use to us..." The man conjured a swirling mist within his hands and released the blood red mist onto Fyonae. "The Silent Eye grants us the power of many ways to make others submit to our will. You too will know the ways of our society...very...very soon..."

Fyonae was too weak to move, her limbs betraying her will after the lightening strike and she found she couldn't move back from the approaching man who had dangerous eyes. Breath coming a bit faster, she could only watch with furious hazel eyes as the mist was conjured, though she tried to move back. "Just stay away." She muttered, her mind fuzzy. But the men were too powerful for her, and the mist wafted over her.

As she felt her consciousness slip further, she muttered, "I'll never... join you.." just before her eyes rolled back and she slumped to the earth, unconscious. Her red brown hair fell over her face a bit, and her eyes closed, though she still breathed softly.

Deep within the confines of her sleep, she saw a vision of Itrix within a strange land.
A familiar sky, except the lands were something unknown.
Giant alien fortresses within a sea of solid black. Strange large creatures seemingly gliding within the dark ocean. People on the ocean's edge...

Fyonae moved restlessly, her mind feeling trapped in uncontiousness, visions passing before her lidded eyes. Where was Itrix? What strange land was this, and was it real or merely the conjurings of a muddled mind? The sights she beheld were amazing indeed. How had he come to be there, and why hadn't he returned?

Slowly, Fyonae rose from unconciousness, her head pounding with an aching pain. She blinked a few times, not moving at first as she tried to assess her situation. Had the red mist caused her to black out? Or had it merely been the after effects of the electric jolt she'd received? Still without moving, Fyonae tried to flick her gaze to see if any of her attackers were still about, hoping to not draw attention to her awakened state.

The man from before was standing over her menacingly. The other two were not around.

"It isn't everyday I get a fine specimen the likes of yourself. That red mist was my special ability. I am the Recruiter. I can forcefully eject the will of whomever I choose and replace it with my own. You'll find that you're aware of everything around you, but your body will not move unless prompted. Behold. Stand and face me."

Fyonae gasped softly as she heard the man's words, her body moving even as he spoke. She tried to stop it, tried to force herself to stay on the ground, yet soon she had done just as the man said, standing before him, gaze resentful and angry. "I will find a way to stop this." She whispered, trying to force the fear out of her eyes, hating how it made her feel.

"Itrix will return to stop you as well." She hoped he did, or could even return from the strange land he had gone too. She stood still because she could not move, yet everything in her wanted to run, or fight.

Fyonae reached for the light within her mind, trying to somehow figure out if she could stop her body from betraying her like this.

From far off within the stone cave, all was silent. The dust moving about in the open air, glinting as it floated about. Soon, there was a breeze, and then a gust of wind, displacing the dust of the cave. In a flash, the patterns on the ground emanated the colorful mist from off the floor and coalesced into a thick fog, forming into a portal. Soon, there was a light that shined from within the cave's interior.

A young boy was ejected out from this portal and proceeded to get up and dust his clothes off. He had remembered his mission from the elderly "wizard" and set out to find someone named Fyonae. It was only then that his destiny would form and the forces of darkness would awaken from beyond the depths.

Bewildered from the sites, he figured that he had landed precisely not too far away from Itrix's cottage. Taking one last look around, he courageously marched forth to begin his journey.

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"I can convince anyone to do whatever I impose upon them. Even you, filled with the light of life, shall soon succumb to the darkness and join my forces. Already your body is reacting to my words. Come. Follow me towards...the Dark Spire...it will be there that I can truly make you...mine." The man whispered to Fyonae.