<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Timestamp. For all intents and purposes, Dyo 81382, but keep in mind this is a twisted dream sequence. Character. http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1278Lisad Meheletn</a> Wearing. Unimportant (due to dream sequence) Rating. <span style='color:orange'>PG-13</span> - Subject to change Warnings. Cursing, General Undesirable Content - Warnings will be added as needed Notes. Private for http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showuser=3981Lord Ahceron</a></span></td></tr></table> <table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify">That's it, Lisa was well and officially done for. What she was doing now had to be the stupidest thing she'd ever done in her short life, and even shorter career. The dreamweaver was still unconscious, thank god, but she could see him stirring. Leave it to one of her employer's flunkies to allow themselves to be dragged out to the Temple of Tanastlasei and not think something was up. She had knocked him out at the steps leading up to the temple, then dragged him the last yard or two inside. She wasn't even sure if what she was planning was going to work, oh man someone was so going to have her head for this. The bound and gagged arden started to struggle once he regained consciousness, but Lisa came in close view of him, drawing his attention to her eyes. The man was enraptured, as he should have been. <span style='color:white'>"When I say 'Let me go' you will give me access to your mind and dreamweaving powers, then you will allow me to alter the dreams of a man sleeping in the Manik Swamplands. When in the dream I call out 'Bring me back' three times in succesion, you will end the dream and let me wake. Afterwards you will remember nothing."</span> She said. This whole idea had no possible way of working, she was sure that if she didn't render herself incapacitated, she would definitely break the mind of the arden. Lisa rested herself against a pillar in the temple, laying in such a wa that she was unlikely to cramp too badly or be stiff when she came to. <span style='color:white'>"Let me go."</span> She whispered. And she was plummeting, through what, she hadn't the faintest idea, then she was back in the temple. But no one was there, the arden wasn't there, her sleeping body wasn't there. Nothing. She looked around her and everything else looked as it had before, then she realized the clothing she had been wearing was gone. <span style='color:white'>"I need something to wear, can't greet this fearsome fellow in the nude, now can I?"</span> she muttered, and no sooner had she opened her mouth than she was covered in priestly vestments. <span style='color:white'>"This will never do, something fun, something mysterious, something just a little frightening,"</span> Her clothing changed, now she wore the brightly coloured suit of a harlequin, bright eyes peering from behind the beautifully stark mask that went with the outfit. A mirror appeared before she could mention that she wanted one, and she looked herself over. She smiled, pleased, then burst out into laughter. <span style='color:white'>"But what is a harlequin without an audience, or a party of the nobels?"</span> She called out to the empty temple. And 'dragons appeared, finely dressed and dancing off to the sides, leaving the center of the floor free for the harlequin to work her magic. <span style='color:white'>"Bring to the mind of Xavius Acheron,"</span> she ordered. And they were racing through Fromina. Lisa couldn't quite tell that they were moving, it was not oppenly visible, but something in her stomach clenched uncomfortably and she had a horrible urge to be sick.</div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>It was late, very late. The dimly illuminated room was filled with dark tools. Scalpels, clamps and other metallic objects that indeed looked simply cruel littered the walls. Xavius wiped his hands on a near by blood soaked towel. Tonights study had been particularly physical... and extremely gory. In fact Xavius had not tapped into the darkness during the whole of the session. Tossing a long thin blade into a near by bucket of water he looked down at the mess on the table. What had been an middle aged arden lay in heap of blood and flesh. Admittedly tonight had not been very progressive, rather it was disappointing. Smirking behind his mask he turned and left the room. His house guard would clean the mess for him. He felt no remorse for what he had done tonight, in fact the arden that now knew nothing had been far from innocent. He was simply a wanted murderer seeking refuge in the swamp, or at least these were his last words. Before the screaming. Walking the halls of his under ground mansion he felt very fatigued. His wounded leg began to hurt, causing a limp to form in his step. At least he reached his room. It was bare except for a shelf full of books, a simple chest for old clothing and other such items, a pipe organ with small 12 ft pipes and a large cushioned chair. Xavius never had use of a bed, finding himself quite content sleeping in a chair. Sliding his fingers along the keys of the musical instrument he decided that tonight it would be silent and went over to his chair. Siting on its comfortable cushions felt good. Even a creature so used to pain like Xavius could appreciate some comfort after a long days work. His lids began to get heavy and he made no effort in keeping them open, and so he slept. Xavius looked around his room, things were different but then again he was dreaming. He had no book shelf and the chair was where his chest should have been. In fact he was not in his chair but in a bed with black sheets. Rising from his bed he headed over to the organ and hit a chord. The sound that came out was the sound of an organ but not the one he knew. Yes this was definitely a dream. Deciding to explore this alternative to what he knew he stepped into the hall. Before he could make a single step however he suddenly shuddered. It was like a chill traveling down his body. Something was not as it should be. Could something or someone be in his room? If this was the case then it would be necessary for him to wake. However he felt that to wake would not help. Whatever it was that caused him to shudder was not in his room. Not in the waking world at least. Could something be in his dreams? He had read about beings with the power to alter dreams. Unsure as to what it might be he quickly ducked back into his room. He could feel something and he had no doubt it would be looking for him. But why? This he would be most interested in finding out. Raising a gauntleted hand he willed the shadows to grow in one corner of the room. In reality this would require him to use the dark magic he had studied so long, but here in his dreams it was effortless. Xavius backed into his newly made shadow, which concealed him completely in more then one way, and waited. Whatever was coming would be here soon and he would rather see it before it saw him.</span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:white'>"Xavius. Xavius..."</span> Lisa called softly, in the sing-song voice generally reserved when looking for a child during hide and seek. She stepped lightly through the halls, suddenly realizing that what she had seen before was not the temple, it simply looked like it from the one room. What she was in now was a palace that the dreamweaver must have imagined for her. She came to a room with a door, slightly ajar. Behind the mask she smiled, she knew that her Black Sorcerer was here, but she could not see him. She thought about light, bright light and it was pulsing from her body, she was dimly aware that the light had taken everything from her other than the dainty white mask. But she saw him, darkness may be fine covers in the shadows, but when all around is light, a completely black creature stands out like a sore thumb. <span style='color:white'>"I smell torture on you, Xavius,"</span> she said, smiling behind the mask. She was used to torturers, she liked them, she'd grown up with them and she'd been tortured, it was a nice little understanding as to how they were wired that made her like them more than the standard 'dragon. At least she knew where she stood with them, she was always going to be a victim for them, even if she didn't know it yet.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>He heard his name being called. No, not called but rather sung. Sung through the semi closed door. A soft female voice sung his name. The voice called his first name, he grimaced. He had never liked being called by his first name, no Acheron was his preference. This he would straighten out shortly. However he found it quite odd that she even knew his name let alone that she knew of him. The door was pushed the rest of the way open and a figure in bright colors stepped into his ethereal sanctum. <span style='color:red'> A harlequin doll? </span> Xavius thought to himself within his inner most thoughts for this was after all a dream. And did dreams not run on thought, so he was careful to keep his inner thoughts to himself. But at second glance Xavius could see that this was a 'dragon wearing the outfit of a brightly colored harlequin doll. The colorful thill was even wearing a mask. Something he could relate to, and it was obvious by her step and tone that she was enjoying merry. Xavius found this odd, he was usually the only happy thing in his under world. A side from his maimed guard. But they were mindless servants. Nevertheless the harlequin doll seemed to being enjoying what he presumed was her work. This he could also relate to. He had barely enough time to examine her when suddenly a light flared out of her form, dissipating his cover. The light caused him to squint as he silently cursed to himself. <span style='color:white'> "I smell torture on you, Xavius," </span> she said to him. He was certain she was pleased to have found him, though again he had to wonder for what purpose. Sighing, Xavius stepped forward as he did so he deepened the shadows behind him to match the intensity of the light. As he stepped closer the darkness and light began to collide. Though generally the darkness stayed behind him, clinging to his shoulders like a great cape in the wind. <span style='color:red'> "And I can sense you enjoy the concept of torture. But before we make with the pleasantries I must ask this. Have you not heard of knocking?" </span></span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Lisa let go of her light, she certainly did not want Xavius calling for his power, she'd read the file, in the waking world he was a horror to be reckoned with, the dream world? She didn't want to find out. She called for a new outfit, being nude around the arden made her terribly uncomfortable, but this time she was a jester, white mask still in place, but instead of the the technicolour harlequin, she was the monochromatic jester, didn't want Xavius to get any ideas that he knew her. <span style='color:white'>"Torture is well and dandy, but I have tried to stay clear of it. My aunt often walks away from torture covered in other's blood and thicker things, and she hums happy little tunes. It has put the art of maiming someone with the intent to kill in a wholly different light.</span> she grinned under the blankness of the mask, she was either going to enjoy this much more than she expected, or she was officially losing it, guess which one she figured. She took three graceful steps toward him, bells tinkling. Emboldened by the lack of reality she poked Xavius squarely in the chest. <span style='color:white'>"But if I don't knock, I get to see what someone looks like before they smile for the camera,"</span> she said, voice like a child trying to appease an annoyed parent.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> When she turned her light out it caused a half smile to form on Xavius' face. He took it as a sign of respect, and when her outfit rapidly changed again to a jesters outfit, this time monochromatic rather then the multi colored suit. Xavius also found this to be more appropriate to his dreams. However when she moved closer and poked him in the chest, this caught him off guard. It had been a great deal of many years since someone had touched him and he felt uncomfortable immediately. While he found the audacity to touch one such as him amusing and her bravery for doing so admirable he did not take kindly to it. However he considered himself a gracious host if anything, and since she turned her light out he in turn diminished the darkness. However she was still touching him. A small but intense shadow crept from his black garbs up the tip of her finger, causing a slight burn. Not a very painful one, but enough to cause her to retract her arm a bit. <span style='color:red'> "Indeed, well my dear, I am afraid I have never been one to smile much. And torture is quite dandy, however you must know that I do not torture for the sake of torture, though I do enjoy it." </span> He said and tilted his head to the left slightly. <span style='color:red'> "But now I believe it is time for names. You already seem to know mine but I would ask you to address by my surname. Simply Acheron will do. Now I should like to know your name as well. And then perhaps you might tell me just what you are doing my mind." </span> </span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Lisa pulled her finger away quickly and shook her hand in the air. Grimacing underneath the blanket of white she opened her eyes wide and tried to appear scared, she couldn't bring herself to fear, either she was that crazy or really truly stupid. <span style='color:white'>"Whatever you say Acheron,"</span> she shrugged, it was no skin off her back to call him what he asked, she wasn't even officially here, where ever 'here' was. She stepped back from the taller arden, never taking her eyes off of him. Paranoid? Course not. Satisfied that he wasn't going to do anything to her just yet, she giggled, then began to flat out laugh. She sat down on the bed and recovered herself. Here was the big bad Xavius Acheron, confused. What a day. <span style='color:white'>"I'm only here because you allow me to be here, you miss something, and you see it in me, otherwise I wouldn't be here in the first place. I am simply an invention de votre esprit,"</span> she giggled, lying back on the bed and peering at the ceiling.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> This thill was quite jolly and that hinted at she was a bit crazy, and yes it was true that she reminded him of her . Though she was most certainly not her. This he knew, and if provoked he would most certainly lash out at her. But he was civilized and would not do so yet. But she had not answered his question. This agitated him. Walking over to his chair he settled down and stared at her. She was similar in build to her, so perhaps she was just an invention of a tired mind. However he had never felt such a shudder and Xavius very much doubted he had jerked in his sleep. He also never felt such a presence in a dream, nor had he ever met a dream that announced itself to be a an invention. He would continue to presume otherwise. He decided to rephrase his question. <span style='color:red'> "That may be, but you must have some sort of name that i may call you by? And I am sure you have some sort of business here? What would that business be?"</span> </span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Lisa listened to him as she lay back, she'd read the file, Xavius wasn't acting as they had predicted, though, she wasn't going about her job in the way they predicted either, now that she thought about it. <span style='color:white'>"For now, call me Selvi,"</span> she said, dropping the butchered name of his once upon a time lover. She wanted to anger him, anger she could deal with, the quiet prying and need for clarity she could not. She sat up and crawled to the head board of the bed, leaning against the mound of ebony pillows, knees drawn up around her like a child. She was playing herself as younger, hoping that if she did, he might. If he started, she could continue, and strip the age from his figure, and all that. <span style='color:white'>"I have no business here, you called to me, Lord Acheron, so I came,"</span> she said, carefully, like a slave to their master, she had a horrible urge to rip the beautiful mask from her face and look at him, the weight of her hypnosis so thick it could be cut.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> Selvi... Selviena! The chord had been struck. He had been planning to use a calm approach. Seem kinder, if only to extract information he desired of this dreamy disturbance. But when she had use a segment of Selviena's name he could see that would not work out. Either this was actually a dream, or an impostor. There were no alternatives. Dreams he cared little for, but an impostor he would not take calmly to after. Immediately upon hearing his lost lovers name his anger swelled, and his fingers gripped the arms of the chairs tightly. But upon hearing once again hint at being a dream and calling him "Lord Acheron" The room darkened, in fact it could have been that his entire dream darkened. His anger was great now, it wasn't that he didn't enjoy being called a lord. Far from it, in fact he demanded it of his servants. But never would Selviena, the sweet thill she had been, have called him a lord. She believed everyone to be equal. In truth though it was simply hearing the name Selvi that was angering him. He turned his gaze away from her to his organ in which he moved swiftly to and began run his hands upon the keys once again. Meeting people that reminded him of Selviena was one thing, he found a soft spot for them somehow. But dreaming of her, it was his mind tormenting itself. And that he would not stand for. He would have this over and done with. Thickening the dark around him once again he breathed deeply before talking. <span style='color:red'> "Well then Selvi, while your my... guest, is there anything you would like to discuss? Or some refreshments?" </span> Xavius looked over his shoulder slightly. Not enough that he could see her but enough that Selvi could see his mask. <span style='color:red'> "Perhaps you would like to speak about, the darkness? Or the art of... torture?" </span> And as he said this the light outside the room dissipated completely.</span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Lisa, masquerading as Selvi, realized what a mistake she'd made. The name had been in the file, but no pictures. For all she knew Selviena had been taller than her, thinner, winged, god knew what, but she was betting that Selviena looked far different than her. She got up, off the bed, and walked slowly over to the organ, kneeling at Xavius's feet, looking up at him through the beautifully blank face that covered her own. Slowly, she reached for his face, Lisa knew what lay beneath, seeing a photograph of him as a child, it was a part of the police report from when his family had been robbed. She had been taken aback, but her own hausehold was less than ordinary in appearance, she had not found him grotesque. She allowed her fingers to traced down the carapace over Xavius's face, fearful he would try to harm her. Her nails dragged over the smooth expanse of ivory, above his left cheekbone.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> She was touching his mask... the way Selviena used to yet not the way. A soft spot was growing for this one and that angered him a little bit further. However he let the shadows recede a bit. Yet as a precaution he cast another spell, this one not at her, nor to do anything of immediate importance. Summoning from the dark he coated himself with layer of darkness within his cloak. He doubted she'd notice the difference due to his eyes still being red. The shadow began to swell in on its self until he was less 'dragon and more of a solid shadow of himself. He simply didn't want her to see his face. Though he knew she probably knew what he looked like under the mask, she seemed to know a lot about him. However he hoped for her sake she did not try to remove his emotionless face. She couldn't be here for any other reason then a bit of information however. Maybe once she started going about business he could piece together what she wanted. She was still touching his mask casing him to be greatly agitated. With a sigh he said, <span style='color:red'> "What would you like to talk about my dear?"</span> </span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:white'>"You've grown so cold, it hurts Acheron, it hurts..."</span> Lisa said quietly, realizing with the last that it really did hurt, the mask in itself made her fingertips ache. She pulled her hand back slowly, reaching one more time, before shaking her head and letting the hand rest in her lap. She stood, as slowly as she had moved her hand back, all liquid grace and tension. Xavius had softened again, but she could sense something around him stir, she let it go, it wasn't screwing her over yet, she'd let it be. Lisa held out her hand and even as she did so her clothing changed again, donning a dress the likes had not been seen outside of the feydragon courts, all shining and iridescence, a white bodice and a sheer gossamer skirt to her knees. The mask was the same, but without a hat as with the harlequin and the jester, her grey and violet hair spilled out around her shoulders and down her back. <span style='color:white'>"Come, let us enjoy a party that has only ever occurred for archaic royalty, we may talk there,"</span> she said, hand still out-stretched.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> <span style='color:red'> "I can see you enjoy having a bit of fun." </span> This was nearly more tiresome then day. However he had not been invited to a party for a very long time and he suspected it would be a longer time before he was invited again. True his species tended to live forever, and he did not plan on dying anytime soon, so it might be that he would be invited again. Xavius glanced at Selvi's bright dress sighed again. Looking down at the organ he hit three chords in succssesion and darkness swallowed everything, the rooms was gone and all that was visible was himself and her. However his outfit too had changed. Still he had a mask, but his robe was replaced by a fine all black tuxedo. Meant for the richest in all the world. His cloak replaced by an even finer one. that fit his tux somewhat. turning to her extended a black gloved hand and took hers in his. <span style='color:red'> "Then let us attend this party. Perhaps we shall dance the night away." </span> </span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Lisa did not scream when the room was wrapped in darkness, though something childish in her wanted to. She smiled when he accepted the invitation, her small hand encompassed in his golved one she bagan to turn, only to find she could not see the door in the darkness. She let her own light seep through in a soft glow, just enough so she could see clearly. Out in the hall the walls and floors were white marble streaked with gold, she led Xavius down the corridor until they were overlooking the nobles. It was a grand affair she had thought up, Pleased, she let go of Xavius's hand and gracefully drifted down the steps. She turned when she reached the bottom and held out her hand to him. <span style='color:white'>"Acheron, are you still young behind your mask?"</span> she asked over the distance. She meant it in a terpsichorean fashion, though she wasn't sure how he would take it.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Terpsichorean: adj. meaning pertaining to dancing (greek origin)</td></tr></table>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> When they finally arrived at their apparent destination, Xavius realized it was in fact not his home they were in. When this happened he could not say, though he suspected it happened when he called the shadows to change his outfit. Selvi moved down the steps and offered him a dance, though behind his mask his visage was grim. Through the shadow skin he conjured he gazed at the ceiling. Something was missing. <span style='color:red'> "There seems to be something missing, doesn't there?" </span> As he said this he raised a hand to the ceiling and a grand chandelier exploded into sight. This, after all was his dream. However influenced a dream it was, this was still his mind. And so changing the scenery was just as easy as it seemed to be for the thill waiting for him. Examining the nobles he said <span style='color:red'> "Now then, shall we?" </span> And with that he made his way down the steps and took her hand once again. </span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>The chandelier came through the ceiling, that although it seemed as though it should have made a mark, it was flawless. Lisa was almost tempted to duck from it, but she refrained, surely she'd made some things appear and it had been disconcerting to Xavius? When he accepted her offer she beamed, she drew him slightly farther into the room and she took the lead, not a very lady-like thing to do, but she was not in a very lady-like mood. She wanted to see what was so horrible about this arden that made him a threat to her employer, as of yet she hadn't seen anything that made him anymore dangerous than her employer himself, though that wasn't saying a whole lot. <span style='color:white'>"Acheron, you never answered my question, are you still young behind the mask?"</span> she whispered, being that they were dancing she was close enough that it was all that was needed.</span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'> "Maybe I am." </span> This was going very slow, and still he wasn't sure what this Selvi wanted. It wasn't his Selviena, he knew that, and she definitely wasn't a mere dream. He decided the best way to go along with this whole ordeal. He had much to do in the wakeing world, but this was taking priority right now. She was here for some reason or on some ones behalf. If things didn't start to unravel it might be best if he would give them a little bit of a push. He could feel the dark in his mind grow hungry and the nobles seemed to be its desire. He would hold off, they weren't real any how. But this thill was. Xavius was sure of it. <span style='color:red'> "Yes, I am." </span></span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>As soon as Xavius said he felt younger, Lisa thought she must have sent something into the dream, she wasn't sure what, but his overall presence felt younger too. Maybe he was actually younger in the dream than what his file said? She bowed her head, she was shorter than him, head not quite making it to his collar bone. She looked down so he wouldn't be able to see her face, her mask slowly escaping in a thrill of white ribbon that transformed as it flew away in a cloud of silky grey butterflies. <span style='color:white'>"Let me see,"</span> she whispered.</span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>When he noted her mask became undone he knew what her next request would be. But that was one request he would never grant. True the shadowy skin was there to hide his visage, it served as a shield of his inner thoughts as well. Dreams always left ones head open, and he intended to keep his closed. But Xavius would not let his mask leave his face. That was a promise he had made himself long ago, he certainly did not know this 'dragon enough to break such a meaningful thing on her behalf. He thickened the darkness that was him so that not even the red of his eyes could shine through. At that moment one of the nobles was consumed by a near by shadow in a far corner of the room. Xavius was getting paranoid. How he wished for this to be in reality, but then again never had his lair been found. He had many things in which had been stolen items of value within his dark home. He had killed many people with friends in high places there. Furthermore he could continue to grow in power undisturbed if his home remained secret. He knew he had enemies that didn't want his studies to continues. He began to set up a precaution. Whispering to the dark in his inner thoughts he summoned a dark force to spring if he needed it for any reason. He was beginning to become impatient and would soon take to the offensive. Indeed he respected this one for her bravery and apparent talent. But respect and liking were two different things. What he had conjured up till now had been simple shadows, there was darkness that couldn't be diminished by a simple light willed to exist. <span style='color:red'> "That is one thing I will not do." </span> He said with ice in his voice.</span></div></td></tr></table></div>
