Falling into Insainity

An unearthly scream met the air as the purple flames met the boy's neck. His eyes, glowing violet, were screwed up in pain. He was already angry with himself for showing that he was weak.
"Learn to fight it, boy!" The cloaked figure roared.His golden eyes glowed with such light that they almost seemed to be lighting the ground infront of him.  
The boy, his skin bruised and horrible from all the torture he was being forced to endure. He was reduced to his knees, the curls of the flames almost seeming to lick the paled flesh from his skin. His screams were lost in the roaring of the flames.
The pale world, made of a substance called Endstone,shook with the anger... though it was not the boy's master's doing.
A large majestic black she=dragon screeched into the pitch-black sky. She curled her body around one of the Obsidian Towers, and when she spoke, her voice, thick with anger echoed around the baren land.
"Stop, Curon."
The cloaked figure relaxed his hand. The flames died and the boy slumped to the ground, breathing shallowly.
"Lady," in the shadows, the hooded man smiled.
The she=dragon had a look of concern in her eyes for the boy, though she masked it well with anger. "I told you to train the boy. Not probe at his powers till he fell into insainity."
Curon's harsh laughter echoed off the walls. "He's strong enough."
The boy lay on the ground, panting, gingerly running his burned fingers over his bleeding neck. The ground around him, ushally ivory like bones, was beginning to turn into a boiling blackened crimsion.
The she-dragon curled her wings around herself. She hissed something in Dragonia and her scaly skin melting away, her face became more and more humaniod, the scales fell away until she became a rather tall female woman. Long jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, reflecting the light like a raven feather's. She wore a corsetted gown, dark violet and black just as her dragon's skin.
Her eyes stayed the same, though. Violet, like the Northern Lights, very much like the boy on the ground.
Curon whistled lowly. "Who's body did you steal now,Adrastia?"
The she-dragon, now a human by the name of Adrastia, glared at him."Leave, Curon."
The man let out a half-snarled half-laugh. "You can't stop me from finding him, Adrastia. It took you fifty years to realize that I was working from under your nose. I will come back, and when I do, I will bring my own apprentice. Watch me."
"Banished!" Adrastia snarled, her eyes glowing.
Curon harshly laughed and faded in a swirl of red and gold.
Adrastia, the mask of rage torn from her face relplaced by one that almost resembeled fear...
"What did he do to you, my boy?" Adrastia whispered. She knelt next to the boy, which, even though he was only eleven, had the anger of a much older man in his eyes.
"I'm fine," the boy spat, trying to shrug the lady off.
Adrastia grasped his arm. "You wouldn't be fine if you're bleeding out on the ground, here, I'll heal you."
The boy blocked her other hand, raised in spell with lighting-fast almost enderman-like reflexes. "Curon said it's best if I heal myself."
Adrastia's eyes darkened into a black with anger. "Curon is misled," she said tightly.
But as she watched, the boy's wounds slowly began to close - like time was reversing, the blood seeped back in.
"How did you know to do that?" Adrastia had trouble supressing a look of shock.
The boy gave a painful smile. "Curon's misled, as you said. He didn't even realize that he was teaching me what I needed to do to save myself."
Adrastia pursed her lips. It was obvious to the boy that she knew something he didn't. The boy didn't push it though, he knew his mentor - Lady Adrastia - enough that to push her wasn't the same as shoving around with a friend.
"You need rest." Adrastia said.
"Lady Adrastia - will you train me so I can protect m-myself and... and others?" the boy looked into his mentor's face, hoping for a well thought out answer.
Adrastia studided him for a bit. "To not love is less painful than to. Farewell, Rythian."  

***16 years later***

"She's coming for me," Rythian, his eyes a defiant dark violet, his skin paler than ushal. His cloak, which normally sported real Enderman eyes, Rythian's last gift from Adrastia was shreded and tattered. His leather clothing and boots were a mess, aswell. With a quick spell, Rythian would be able to fix it all, but he was too busy to care much about his appearance.
Power raidiated a mile off of Rythian, the strong thick perfumey scent of magic was thick in the air around him. An uncontrollable rage rolled off him.
His ring, Swiftwolf's Rending Gale activated as he kicked off the ground.He unsheathed his Red Katar and dug a few blocks down to the chest protected by thousands of spells.
As he opened the chest, he sheathed his Katar and braced himself against the alien power rising from the Athene blade.
As his skin came into contact with it he gave a surpressed shout and dropped the blade. His hand was searing - the words thick in bold print were scarred into his palm.

YOU HAVE TILL SUNSET.

Rythian stared at the words. The blade still stung when he lifted it again but he dropped sheathed it and tried not to think about what his old mentor was trying to tell him.

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Ice coated along his stomach. It was really her. It was her through the screen. His fingers flew along the keyboard as he replied. All the anger and hatred that had been boiling up inside of him seemed to melt off him like a candle burning wax, leaving him shaky.
'the connection is bad hurry'
New feelings flooded into him.
He typed in three words - I love you.
The computer shuddered and exploded, throwing him back, but causing him no damage.
"Zoey-" His voice flattered.
But there was something horribly wrong. He knew it down in the bottom of his stomach. He knew it when he grasped the blade. He was extremely sure he knew that she was here.
Who was she?
Adrastia - his old mentor. The one he had killed after she tried to murder him.

She was back.
The battle was about to begin.