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A note is pinned to the Pillar of Drahken in a childish handwriting

Drakhen,

I want Aokan's soul back. You took it from him when he was desperate and alone and was unable to make the correct choice. He might not think so badly on it now, but I know that he is only your tool and you'll simply discard him when done. I want him back. He is my brother, whether or not he still thinks so, and I will not see you take him away from me like this. I will win his soul back if I must, name your terms, but I will not give up or back down until his soul is returned.

--Rhiannon Fayed

Kamik has two things on his mind as he walks to the west gate. The first: the plans for his wedding, which would happen soon. He was happy only by seeing Devrah so happy. But the second thing doesn't make him that glad.

Rhiannon.

She was really determined in helping Aokan and now, Kamik knew that accepting to teach her swordsmanship was a mistake. He thought he could make her forget that subject or maybe convince her that swords weren't made for her. But he thought wrong. The more she learned, the more she wanted to be taught.
He passes through the west gate and notices the pillar. By it's side, he sees an apple tree. "This wasn't here last time I checked...", he thinks. Was it Rhiannon too? He wonders as he approaches. The note is still there. He sighs and removes it from the pillar. He allows it to be carried by the wind until it lands on Adron's Lake.
Kamik watches as the piece of paper slowly sinks and disappears from his sight...

"I hope those skelletons didn't put an eye on this..."

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The note is gone although where or how remains a mystery,

A new paper is affixed to the pillar in a handwriting that does not seem to match any on the walls.

Little Child,

I will be sure my master receives your message.

-A servant

A drawing and a poem are pinned at the pillar:

Dravish you and i will have a reconing...
Such foolish words, he knew it like spitting at the wind. Storming off from the pillar he had no heart to look at the gathered crowd. Had he just sacrificed his daughter, lacking the courage to strike the lich assuredly his death may have changed Rhiannon's mind.
He walked on in slow brooding silence, saving Aokan was one thing he actually didnt care one way or other man had always been lacking. Walking into Drahkens realm how ever...
That place held no respect for love or care, lies deciet and pain and inocence of youth such a tempting target. Dravish maintained enough humanity he didnt kill at whim, yet his master Drahken like the bone lord himself held no such scrupals.
The debt would be high for todays failure, drahken would find some use for kids no doubt...
He had lost Rhi to and he ached, he had been unable to teach her what trust meant. While he would lay his life down in an instant for her should pick her own path in her own service. As she had done running away, as she had done in the cell with Aokan as she had done with Dravish. Her care was conditional I care i trust if it suites me.
He recalled her word, i will never run away again, they sounded bitter now.
Anither, Aokan she would hate them for making her choose and then choose them at each turn.
Yet there was no blame just children and he had failed them, weakness again he had betrayed himself.

He thought he tastes rage and cowardice on his tongue a metalic salty mix, till he realised he had bittne his lip bloody. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came. A deep chill spreads slowly through his chest a feral smile creept along his lips.
Love,trust, mercy...where are you now, in this silent of scream

Buckeling slowly a ache that had eaten him since this began that he knew of dravish and had done nothing, all of this on his shoulders. He knelt and wept silently into his hands, for stephen, arynne a lost daughter and a pain he couldnt name...
Never again....never again, mercy

After a while in this realm without any happening, Mairead is able to get her fear under control mostly.
Sitting in the sand, she strokes over Rhiannons face gently and wipes her tears away.
In a comforting voice Mairead begins to speak...

"Yesterday I met Fedaykin, Rhiannon. Fedaykin is a priest of Oldra, the godess of life. We talked a lot and also passed by the pillar at the lake. I told him everything I knew about it and also told him that I tried to plant a tree there. Then he gave me an apple which he plucked before, though he wasn't even hungry. He said, I should try it again and that the meeting between him and me was not accidently. And that we were standing at this pillar...*she takes a deep breath*

We are here, Rhiannon, because we are trying to save our friends. We followed our heart and thinking about that, I will not regret that I came here with you. Whatever will happen.
Pendar compared something like that yesterday, with a moth who flies into the fire with good intention and then gets burned for nothing. But I say, when you are too afraid to fly at any light at all, you will always stay in the darkness. What is worse? To get burned because you follow your heart or to stay in the darkness all alone and never be happy?"

Mairead leans her head closer to hers, the confidence from her voice vanishes a little as she continues whispering.

"Maybe... maybe we have chosen wrong. But Rhiannon, I'm sure we will get through this. Together we are strong okay?
People will worry a lot about us... and I'm very sorry for that. But there is a chance to get our friends back... wouldn't they do the same? I think they would. ... uhm. Next time we... err.. just should plan better about our doing... hu? ... I could cry thinking about how my Mom and Athian and all the other will worry."

She gazes around carefully. How where they supposed to get out there again? Mairead's heart was teared between faith and fear. She knew the gods were watching, then what would draw more attention than two innocent souls of children, who were so brave to enter a dark realm to save their friends...

It was not easy for Mairead to keep her courage sustain. The creatures around them, seemed to watch over them and Mairead was afraid. Demons.
It was like one of her many, many nightmares she had. But why didn't she wake up at the point she was afraid most? Waking up in this moment was all she wished.

With a trembling voice she whispers to the other girl, who is so close to her.

"Rhiannon... you know... I have nightmares very very often. The only difference is, that I wake up as soon as the sun rises and then I go to my mom and snuggle to her ... and she is comforting me... Then I know that everything is alright."

"I'm miss my mother...", Rhiannon replies, hugging Mairead more.

"My mom always sings a song for me... when I'm sad or afraid..."

Rhiannon says, she would have her harp with her, and after Mairead asking if they shall play it, she takes it from her bag.
Mairead hums a melody the softly and repeats it a few times, so that Rhiannon can play along with her, practising the tune.
Some moments later Mairead raises her childlike, bright voice... gathering all her courage to not let her voice tremble.

• * When the cold of winter comes *
  * Starless night will cover day *
  * In the veiling of the sun *
  * We will walk in bitter rain *
  
  ~ But in dreeeams...~
  ~ I still hear your name ~
  ~ And in dreeeams...~
  ~We will meet again ~
  
  * When the seas and mountains fall *
  * And we come to end of days *
  * In the dark I hear a call *
  * Calling me there *
  * I will go there *
  * And back again. *

The tune of the harp and childs voice are carried through the plane of Drakhens realm, relieving the childrens heart from fear and distress, but for a moment. Calming their innocent minds.

After recieving word from Farel about the abduction of Mairead, headed to the town of trolls bane intent on seeing the guard himself, it seemed every time this man was around someone he cared for ended up in mortal danger, He walked swiftly, unusally swiftly between the trees of the eastern wood, lost in thought as to what to do presently. He had avoided allying himself with Drakhen the time they had met along with Pendar and two others. Not because he feared the creature or it's minions, he was bound by oath to the Goddess to never take up with malificent powers.
Instead that worthless wretch Dravish had traded his soul for power, and had been terrorizing the isle since. This he should have sought to deal with as well, but the pressing matters of his family kept him from any action aside from watching the events transpire. Now that had changed, This latest Abduction had pulled him directly into the conflict he'd been forced to avoid.
He found himself at the gates of Trollsbane more quickly then he'd expected, shuffling by the various people walking the streets without so much as a word he made his way to the dark pillar by the lake of Adron. he smirked as his eyes found themselves upon an apple tree, he moved to it, casually sliding his hand along the bark, feeling out the gredges of spirit that lingered in it's essence, only yo be surprised that the tree had not yet been tainted by the evil that stood not but inches behind it.
"that Mairead...what trouble, nothing ever changes it seems."He spoke quietly to himself as he turned back and leans upon the tree. Athian reached into his bag drawing up a quill and parchment, and began to write. after a long moment he finished his letter looked it over once and frowned. the things he did for family.
Athian slide a small silver coin from his pocket and pressed it between his thumb and forefinger. he barely noticed the metal warming beneath the pressure, but no sooner did he feel the soft metal go slack did he take the letter and place it to the tree laying the silverto the bark and paper to hold the note in place. he turned on his heel and stalked back into town to wait for a 'sign' leaving the note to flutter lightly in the wind

Dravish:

It seems i'll never be done with you, so often i think you gone and you slither up from a hole in the earth. i'll not waste your time with compliments on your Etiquette. i await a chance to speak with you concerning Mairead and how i might precure her release. please don't keep me waiting, it would be a shame for me to have to find you.

Athian Corulas