A.S.E. Act III: Retribution

[Therin]

"Do you know?" Damion asked, quietly, red cracks spreading across his eyes once more, "Or will you come with me to find out?" The twin short staves on his back begun to change, one shining with bright light of the purest hue, the other, the bladed one, enveloped by mind-numbing shadows of the deepest black. Damion strode calmly into the fray, exuding a sense of violence lurking like an alligator just below the surface of stagnant waters.

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Lews Therin's eyes widened in horror. "What are you doing, boy!?"
Putting a stop to this.
"You don't have the strength!"
Don't I?
"No one has that much power!"
It has to be stopped.
"You are not the one to do it! You are my son!"
Then who will stop it?
"No one. They will finish it on their own."
People are destroying eachother, Father, I will not sit back and watch it happen!
"You'll die!"
If I must.
"And what of me?"
You'll survive. You didn't get old without surviving, Pop. I'm sure you can continue.
"Dammit, boy, why must you be so foolish!?"
If I don't do it, no one will. Have some faith in your own flesh and blood, old man.
And with the equivalent of a mental wink, Damion severed the connection. Lews Therin turned away, and, with a cry of fury, incinerated a swath of trees across the clearing from him.

[Azurel]

Rayne stood before the fights with his arms crossed over his chest. He was waiting for some people to die before entering the fight; he wanted to see death and size up his opponents.

[Bekuki]

Bekuki looked at Ultrawolf of the Clan realm. "What is this place? Where ARE we?"

[Ultrawolf]

" I don't...."
His voice trailed off and his eyes flashed violet.

This is Ultrawolf of the Grey Family. Hear my message and hear it well. The fate of the Multiverse relies on you and our allies. Please, help us defeat the menace that would destroy us all. For your world's sake.

[Bekuki]

Bekuki stared at him. "Your eyes...what's wrong?" She touched his shoulder.

The demon Bekuki's eyes surveyed the hall. "Well, this is certintily intersting. I TOLD you we should have turned left at Albequrcie."

[Therin]

Damion stalked forward, stray projectiles ricocheting around him, glancing sparks off the shield which hung about him like a veil. Even the shield seemed like it was at war, tendrils of obsidian black snaking through jagged flashes of pearly white. The two weapons on his back, one white and one black, began to lengthen. Through the melee he strode, the smaller battles near him ceasing out of curiosity, to the eye of the battle. Alexander Grey struck against himself, and struck back, like the twin snakes of Mercury.

Suddenly, they dashed forward again, and Damion was there in between. The green in his eyes exploded outward like a glass shield, and only bright, fiery red remained as both weapons slipped smoothly from his back and met a blow from either side.

Conflicting energy encircled the three in the center of the hurricane of battle, like vultures waiting for a weakness. Grey's scythe met the haft of a staff of blinding, eye-shattering white, while on the other side, Grey's katana was stopped in its tracks by a massive, jagged half-blade so black it seemed to suck the light from the room around it.

Damion's eyes were screwed tighly shut in concentration, as, through gritted teeth, he said, "This. Ends. Now!"

Then, every muscle straining, a roar building in his throat, he thrust his arms out to his sides, slowly forcing the two opponents back. Suddenly, power burst from within him, the red in his eyes melting away to pure white, and a massive shockwave of white and black whirled outward, expanding and gaining strength like a tornado of holy and shadow energy, blasting the two opponents, their bodies smoking, against opposite walls of the room.

Damion collapsed to his hands and knees, dropping his weapons, which reverted to their normal forms, and stayed there, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his face as he struggled to stay conscious. Through this, he began to speak.

"This...foolish squabble...has gone too far. You...all of you...threaten the lives of those...you wish to protect. And countless...others besides. Let it end. Let...it go. It isn't...worth...what you risk."

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"Oh, dear spirits, someone get him out of there!" Lews Therin yelled to the air around him, his fists clenched tightly at his own impotence.

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Damion stayed where he was, panting heavily, his arms and legs shaking from the strain, his eyes shut, sweat running down his face in rivers.

[Ultrawolf]

Alexander held his sword in a defensive stance.
Darkwolf twirled his scythe.
"Insect, I wish to protect none. Don't you see?"
He began to laugh.
"The Keeper was a fool to stand in my way. You are as well."
Darkwolf swung his scythe and shredded The Keeper's Throne.

The Throne melted away into nothingness and what was left was a Silver Lock Box. Darkwolf threw his scythe to the side and picked up the box. Tears flowed from his eyes as he held the box. He seemed to hear a voice. A beautiful voice singing. Not his name. but Alexander's.

The Ultrawolves began to vanish. Returning to their worlds. Only a few remained. The ones named Magma, Marina, Ultra, Dark, Gaia, Legion. The box began to rise above Dark's head. Prismatic light poured from each. Red, Blue, Green, Orange, Black, and Grey. The light focused together a formed a key. A key which began to turn in the lock of the box. It opened and there was a tremendous amount of white light.

The Adventurer's found themselves back in Miniopia. They felt like they had been dreaming. Dreaming of a wolfman. Some distant dream. It had seemed like a story. A tale of Strange Adventures. A tale of heroes willing to risk their lives to protect not one world but the multiverse from a dark and sinister menace. A tale of Vengeance and Retribution. A tale that would live on in the hearts of those who bore witness. They would have no proof of course. To prove the truth. But they would know, deep in their minds the truth lay. They would remember.

Rosy covered her eyes to protect from the light. She opened her eyes and found herself at her father Raven's training camp. She yawned. She was a young girl afterall, training all day with her father had to make her tired. Something seemed wrong however. Werewolf. Something distant...a dream perhaps. Ultrawolf. That dream was over now. Grey. It had seemed like a nightmare at times she later thought. Dark. But it was a good dream. Twilight Division. She would never forget that dream boy. Alexander. Never.

The Keeper's Circle:

"Time. Time is as a river. A single rushing river. At least it was. Time Travel can result in changing the future through altering the past. However the stream of time does not change. It simply divides. Halfing it's power. Time has been divided many times. It has began to lose it's power and allowed wormholes between worlds to form. This can not be tolerated. You. Darkwolf are much to blame. You began a chain reaction that sweeped across the river of time. Yet, you alone are not at blame. All six of you are. Though it may not have been malintent. You all have tampered with time. For that. You will all be Punished."

Before a single protest could be uttered there was a bright flash and the six vanished, replaced by One. His brown eyes opened to a strange place. Wartorn, the scene of some great battle mayhaps. It didn't matter. He breathed. He was alive. His eyes twinkled. There was something he must do. Some great evil to undo. An injustice to fight. A people to save.

He staggered to his feet. A doorway opened in front of him.
Large and Rusty. He opened the door and was swept into the world inside.
Black Sand swirled around him. In the distance a rider witnessed a bright flash. Arthur rode to the source. He came across the man passed out in the sand. He brought the man home with him.

He would spend the next weeks teaching this young man everything he knew. The man learned quickly. He was sharp. It almost seemed as if he had experience already. He was able to draw a gun nearly as fast as Arthur himself. At night Arthur cried to the heavens.

"Thank you for this chance. A chance for me to be father to this young man. I will feed him and raise him as if he were my son. A son taken from me so long ago. I will raise him to fight alongside me. To fight the evil that plagues our land. I have given him a name. Dusk"

The End.