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(1) Las fechas de emisión y rating/ranking corresponden a Estados Unidos There’s killer and wimpy old men, and the same goes for children it seems. Nations can be harmed by someone who hasn’t even reached adulthood yet. K knew this all too well, from his own experiences as a teenager… After many months of failure, the Wisdom Country found themselves poised to find this man, even with the help of another nation. With Kumogakure rising in power, a few shinobi from the Country approached the ANBU requesting assistance, due to the recent reputation the ANBU has gotten thanks to their leader, K himself. This led him to the Land of Grass. "Change of Heart" is the fourth episode of The Zeta Project. It first aired on February 17, 2001. Amerikaan; Andor; antistollingsmiddel; asteroïde; bloedwijn; Cardassia prime; Cardassians; darten; Enterprise-D, USS; Horvian cluster; Istanbul; kayaken; Koningin van Engeland; latinum; MI5; Negende vloot; O'Brien, Keiko; Oeral gebergte; plasma; Risa; Romulan; Rozhenko, Nicolai; Rozhenko, Sergey; Schotse whiskey; Shenandoah, USS; Soukara systeem; Starfleet Informatiebureau; Starfleet inlichtingendienst; stase kamer; Stichters; Sutherland, USS; Vorta; Vulcan's forge; West Berlijn; Yeager-type sterrenschip. Change of Heart (変心 Henshin) is the eighth episode of Voicelugger. Oren Nillu produces a small handkerchief to wipe away a few beads of sweat from his face. He replaces it within his clothing once he is done. "I am Oren Nillu, Chamberlain of His Majesty's council. Good evening, Duke Zahir. I am glad to finally meet you." He offers the man a slight bow. "A memorable night, is it not? If only a bit cold. Zolor Zahir smiles faintly at Oren. "A bit too chipper and pleasant for my tastes. But it will suffice. Chamberlain. You're new. Replacing Orell Mikin?" He doesn't wait for an answer. The faint smile flatlines. "A wise choice by the Emperor, I must say." Change of Heart was a reality-dating show where each member of an unmarried couple is sent on a date with a new woman/man and tells if he/she wants to break up or stay with this person. StarClan was meeting. They discussed and discussed. "But is he worthy?" asked a black and white tom. A blue gray she-cat looked at him, "I thought we were talking about her." she said. A flame colored tom stepped forword, his voice mild as he spoke, "I think it's worth saying that she would go to him if he stayed in the Dark forest." There were murmers and someone called, "He speaks the truth!" StarClan nodded as one and the blue gray she-cat stood up from where she was crouched on a flat rock near a pond. Change of Heart is the 21st episode of the tenth season and the 217th overall episode of Grey's Anatomy. This a short one-shot from Jason. The characters are DJ and Heather. It takes place after Total Drama Action, but before Total Drama, the Musical. Enjoy! "Hey, lets meet at Twig Harbor's Park." DJ said on the phone. "Sure, see you then." A familar voice said. "Bye," He said. "Bye." She hung up. Soon, DJ is in his car, putting the keys in the egnition. He backs out of the driveway and starts down a long winding road. Ten minutes later, he arrives at Twig Harbor Park. "I've been waiting for you," A girl with long black hair said. "I wasn't late." DJ responds. "I'm sorry, Heather." He says.

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StarClan was meeting. They discussed and discussed. "But is he worthy?" asked a black and white tom. A blue gray she-cat looked at him, "I thought we were talking about her." she said. A flame colored tom stepped forword, his voice mild as he spoke, "I think it's worth saying that she would go to him if he stayed in the Dark forest." There were murmers and someone called, "He speaks the truth!" The black and white tom flicked his ear, "But we are talking about murderers!" he cried. The she-cat looked at him and nodded, "I understand your fears. WE can always banish them if they cause trouble. But both were forced and guided into becoming murderers. Their hearts and minds are clearing, becoming pure again." StarClan nodded as one and the blue gray she-cat stood up from where she was crouched on a flat rock near a pond. "It is decided! They will join us and become StarClan! Blackstar and Spoottedleaf will fetch them when their time comes!" The cats nodded and walked away until there was nothing left but a still forest and a pond that reflected the souls of many cats. (1) Las fechas de emisión y rating/ranking corresponden a Estados Unidos Amerikaan; Andor; antistollingsmiddel; asteroïde; bloedwijn; Cardassia prime; Cardassians; darten; Enterprise-D, USS; Horvian cluster; Istanbul; kayaken; Koningin van Engeland; latinum; MI5; Negende vloot; O'Brien, Keiko; Oeral gebergte; plasma; Risa; Romulan; Rozhenko, Nicolai; Rozhenko, Sergey; Schotse whiskey; Shenandoah, USS; Soukara systeem; Starfleet Informatiebureau; Starfleet inlichtingendienst; stase kamer; Stichters; Sutherland, USS; Vorta; Vulcan's forge; West Berlijn; Yeager-type sterrenschip. Change of Heart was a reality-dating show where each member of an unmarried couple is sent on a date with a new woman/man and tells if he/she wants to break up or stay with this person. This a short one-shot from Jason. The characters are DJ and Heather. It takes place after Total Drama Action, but before Total Drama, the Musical. Enjoy! "Hey, lets meet at Twig Harbor's Park." DJ said on the phone. "Sure, see you then." A familar voice said. "Bye," He said. "Bye." She hung up. DJ went into the bathroom and closed the door. He comes out moments later, smelling fresh. He grabed some pants from his brown drawer and puts them on. He opens a drawer above the drawer he just opened. He shuffle's around for clothes. He pulls out a white undershirt and a blue-striped button down shirt. DJ puts the under shirt on and the button down shirt on. Before walking out the door, he grabs his keys. Soon, DJ is in his car, putting the keys in the egnition. He backs out of the driveway and starts down a long winding road. Ten minutes later, he arrives at Twig Harbor Park. "I've been waiting for you," A girl with long black hair said. "I wasn't late." DJ responds. The girl with black hair walks up to DJ and kisses him. "I got you this bear," DJ says, handing the girl a teddy bear. "You need to man-up." She says. "I'm being honest. You can't stay this soft guy anymore." "I'm sorry, Heather." He says. Heather throws the teddy bear in a near-by garbage can. "Half the people I dated were more manly, then you." She coldly says. "I'm sorry," DJ repeated. "Real guys don't say, I'm sorry." Heather says. "If you don't change, we can't be together." She adds. "I-I-I really like you...too." DJ says. The sun peaked over the docks and casted shadow's of Heather and DJ's silloette. "Uh, I have to go. I'll see you soon." DJ says, then kisses her on the cheek. He looks at her, blushes, then gets into his car and drives away. A girl with high pigtail's approaches Heather. "What do you think you're doing?" The tan girl asked. "What do you mean?" Heather asked. But she knew what she was doing. "You're totally trying to change who he is!" Katie says. "No. I'm just shaping him up." "No! You're just trying to manipulate him. It's pretty obvious." Katie says. "Shutup." Heather says. She turns around and looks into the sunset. "Is that all you can say to hide your real feelings? You most likely don't even like DJ!" Katie says. Heather's heart started to beat faster, and faster. "LISTEN!" Heather turned around pointing her finger at Katie. "YOU DON'T KNOW CRAP!" Heather started talking towards Katie. She started to back up. "You don't know me, so don't tell me what to..." Heather pauses and looks around. "DO!" She yells, pushing Katie into the street and the path of a car. Katie was hit by the car and the driver stoped and steped out of the car. "What do you think you're doing? Trying to murder someone?" The driver asks. "Yes, Okay I was! Have a problem with that?" A raged Heather screamed. The driver got scared and stepped back into his car. He drove around Katie, and continuted down the road "Hospitals always creeped me out," DJ said to Heather, walking into the hospital. "Shut it." Heather commanded. It was early in the morning when Heather and DJ visited Katie, in the hospital. Katie was hit by the car and went into acoma. Heather called 911, and made a bogus story that she was talking to her, on the sidewalk when she lost her balance and fell into the street. "Yeah, were looking for a patient named Katie Henry." Heather asked the receptionest. "She's in room 204." The lady answered. "Thanks." DJ said. Heather and DJ walked into a elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. Just when the door was closing, they were greeted by another teenager. The over-weight girl started to sob. "Who's she?" Heather whispered to DJ. "I dunno." DJ said. Minutes later, the elevator opened and the girl speed-walked down the hallway. "Wheres the room?" Heather asked DJ. "Theres a map of the hospital," DJ pointed to the right of Heather. "Didn't see it." She walks over to the map and looks at it for a little bit. "Found it, lets go." Heather said. They swiftly walked down the hallway, and into a room. "Sadie, she'll be okay." A mans voice was heard from the room. "I really, hope she's okay." Sadie manages to say, with a couple of sobs. The man walks Sadie out of the room. "Hey, Katie." Heather says kindly. "I hope shes okay." DJ adds in. Heather places her flowers on the side of Katie's bed. "I hope she's not seriously injured." Heather lies. "Yeah, totally." DJ says. "Wow, Heather, you're acting nice." DJ compliments. "Yeah, I know." Heather says, as she shifts her eyes. "I have to go to the bathroom," DJ tells Heather then walks out of the room. Heather pulls a siringe out of her pocket. "This will keep you away, from him!" Heather says. She jams the needle into Katie's arm and squezes it. Katie's body begins to jerk around. Soon, doctors are notified of Katie's condition and rush to her room. "Whats wrong?" One of the doctors says. "Her heartbeats are off the chart!" A nurse says. The doctors shoo Heather out of the room. An hour later, DJ and Heather are notified of Katie's condition. "DJ," The doctor said. "Katie hasn't made it." File:Katie Kill.png There’s killer and wimpy old men, and the same goes for children it seems. Nations can be harmed by someone who hasn’t even reached adulthood yet. K knew this all too well, from his own experiences as a teenager… Now, he had come upon another teenager with world-shaking powers. Wanted by the Wisdom Country for his rampage through their land, he had been exiled from Konohagakure because the village refused to protect such a criminal. Now a year later, no one had found him. He had gone off the grid. The thing was, that many of Wisdom had tried to find him, to capture him and bring him back. But they should have given the young man more credit a long time ago, he did nearly kill their leader… After many months of failure, the Wisdom Country found themselves poised to find this man, even with the help of another nation. With Kumogakure rising in power, a few shinobi from the Country approached the ANBU requesting assistance, due to the recent reputation the ANBU has gotten thanks to their leader, K himself. Employing the Kinkaku Force, K was able to lead them in tracing this elusive teenager’s steps and tracking him down to his current location. This led him to the Land of Grass. Known for its jungles and wildlife, the Grass was ideal for getting away from everything, as long as you steered clear of any hidden villages. Many outcasts lived in the countryside. Or wanderers. K’s pursuit of Seika led him here of all places. And now, within a couple days of arriving, he had found the teen himself. It was early morning, dawn had broke about an hour ago, daylight beginning to light the place in a golden luster. K had found Seika Uchiha’s camp, set around tall trees and mushrooms. Kei suspected that many of them were similar to the ones found in Kumogakure’s Tropical Region and Village, where Kwas leader. He felt quite at home. Continuing the stakeout, he activated his powerful sensory capabilities. Uchiha were truly deadly. What a powerful teen, K thought. That’s why I can’t leave him running about as a danger to others. Growing up in war-torn Kumogakure, he knew the stakes all too well. He would have to do something about this Uchiha, before it was too late. Seika was a wild card, an Uchiha wild card. His home was never safe with those running about. It had been one entire year after the death of his beloved brother. Since that day he has constantly regretted the day he decided to take a vacation. The faithful night is what changed his life forever, he was considered a criminal by the village he sworn to protect at his sensei's request. Although Naruto was not at fault, he was backed into a drastic decision by the threat of war from surrounding countries despite what he did for the entire shinobi world during the fourth world war. That year was everything but easy for the young Uchiha. He was most angry with himself for walking down the same path of Sasuke Uchiha. Sometime during his time with his road to redemption, he was able to meet with his brother and then met his inner self to finally find his true purpose. Even though he had forgiven himself the world still had not forgotten the crimes he committed. He knew all to well that soon he will have to face the shinobi world again. Kei pulled out a scroll, and summoned forth a decent amount of sand. Heating it up with natural electrical current, natural energy that was, sand in its gaseous state filled the air. It wouldn't be long until the sand filled the area, and then made it had to breathe. It was comparable to the finished version of the Hiding in Mist Technique only the mist cloud was replaced with a sand dust cloud that rolled into Seika's camp and the surrounding area. Inside the camp, Seika was quietly sitting on the ground meditating with his legs crossed and fists together. Remaining completely still, canceling out all other outside disturbances such as the animals that roamed through the forest. Letting the energy of the world flow through his body. He had been sitting in the same spot for hours. Suddenly feel the presence of chakra caught his attention, ending his mediation with a couple coughs from the dense sand. "What's this?" He thought as he quickly jumped to his feet to seek out the cause of the dust. "Someone is planning at attack." Exiting the his camp, he saw the area filled with dust from every angle which made it a little hard for him to breathe. "They could be planning something. I need to be on guard." Hmm, Kei thought, as he created a clone that approached Seika. The clone barely had any chakra with it and was to test any attack pattern. Drawing kunai and tagging them with flash bombs, the clone tossed it into the campsite before jumping into the fray itself. The flash masked its arrival and allowed the clone to attack with a powerful Lightning Release: Lariat, equipped with Lightning Release Chakra Mode of the Thunders Sword style. Eyes would be next to useless against this attack, as they would be blinded but Kei possessed many sensory tactics. He was not limited to eyes alone. But he doubted Seika would be limited either. With his akin sensory perception on atop of his 'sixth sense', Seika could thoroughly feel the movement of Kei's clone through their surrounding even with the slightest step, Seika could feel it. "This person is quick." Stomping the ground, Seika send his own chakra through it to properly locate the speeding clone. Using his sheer strength, Seika caught the clone's arm just before it could make contact. "A clone?" Comato stated further tightening his grip on the clone. Generating fire in his mouth, he proceeded blow the intense flames on the clone. If he knew where the clone was, you'd think he would know not to grab him. Oh well, K thought. As Seika grabbed the clone, the outward cloak produced by the Chakra Mode would greatly shock Seika's hand and arm. Tightening his grip on the clone would only allow the electricity to stun and paralyze the man's arm and hand. By the time the fire emerged from the Uchiha's mouth, the task would of been finished. His electricity would of also benefited from any clothing, spreading the shocking effects to the rest of the man's body. This would only be the primary effect of grabbing the clone directly... As for the clone, it let itself be destroyed, allowing electromagnetic energy and chakra to feed into the sand cloud and air and stay. With the electrical charged atmosphere, navigation could cause a powerful shock to those who weren't careful. Good thing that wasn't my top speed not even close, K thought as he got the information from his clone. I'll need to match his speed if we need to result to a taijutsu battle. But that might not be necessary. Staying in his position, he studied what the Uchiha would do next. "That electric shock.... Did something to my body... now that his lightning as affected me I know he's going to use it to finished me." Seika stated as his was temporary paralyzed by the lightning. "Hagoromo... What do you suggest I do?" He asked as he was able to regain control of his body. "I've never encountered such a thing. You need to keep a close watch on the opponents moves. This person is capable of casting a genjutsu though this mist like substance. I'll keep constant regulation of your chakra flow to dispel any attempts of genjutsu. Just in case you need it, I will prepare that power." With Hagoromo concentrating on dispelling genjutsu, Seika was let to focus on the task at hand. Deep down he felt that the initial attack had a much higher purpose that just paralysis. He prepared to deal with such precaution. Activating his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, his dōjutsu technique Tennopawā, flood yang energy through his body to rid it of any impurities from within it. Once that was taken cares of, Seika released a shockwave in an attempt to rid the area of the dust. The dust was troublesome, it was mostly blown away by the shockwave, but a little of it lingered. K noted the power of yang and a deeper presence within the boy. So this is what they meant, it really is him. Using his sensory further, he sensed the use of yang within his target. Drawing Nuibari, he lengthened the string as he held it. I'll attack at long range again. He thought as he whipped the special wire, as it teared through the trees in an arc that was to cross Seika's path. It wasn't silent, but it was thin and nearly invisible, especially at the time of day. K, with his other hand, shot a powerful amount of natural current (natural energy) into the sky. Hmm. He thought. He's not the only one who can play teams, am I right? He thought to Denji. Prepare for battle, my friend. "Hm?" Seika quietly exclaimed hearing the zipping sounds of the metal wire as it tore through trees causing them to collapse onto the grassy floor. Judging by the direction of the sound, Seika would attempt to cut the wire as it approached him. Quickly unsheathing his sword to aiming to split the wire in half. "Enough games. Show yourself already." Entering a speed level beyond his predecessor's top speed, Kei used LRCM and entered the fray, Nuibari in hand. Drawing the whip back, Seika's sword would still cut it, but it would take longer than expected. Only about a second, but in the heat of battle, that's all he needed. Nearing the space Seika occupied, he swung the sword at his torso. Seika had enough time to parry the attack but Kei's Nuibari was no normal sword and neither was Seika's. But he wanted to show Seika just how special his sword was. K made sure to rely on his sensing skill rather than his eyes to fight this teen. Nuibari also gained a coat of lightning from the usage of LRCM. By channeling Wind Release through his sword, would be able to effortlessly chop the metal wire. This allowed him to gain enough time to attempt to block Kei's sword attack with his own. Oddly enough, Kei's sword effortlessly passed through his Seika's own, landing a blow directly into the latter's chest. As the soulsword altered by Shizumu, Nuibari could ignore any physical entities and strike the soul of its target. A dangerous weapon, K's usage of it had succeeded, but he had not managed to kill the teenager in one go. Hagoromo's soul is very powerful. Not sure if one blow will be able to down such a man. Denji told Kei. I'm glad my friend was not killed though... This means you can bring him in right? As Kei goes to grab Seika, as the teen had fallen due to the blow by Nuibari, he finds himself in realm of silky white. He recognizes this as the world of Tailed Beast Telepathy. Behind him, Denji Ryū muses what had occurred. "Hello, old friend." "Huh?" Kei asked, before looking in front of him. An old man sat before him, the Sage of the Six Paths, dressed in elegant white robes. "It is a pleasure to see you again, Denji. And it is also a pleasure to meet your host." He said referring to Kei. "I have brought the two of you here to stop you from taking Seika back to the Land of Wisdom." The man spoke in a rather serious tone. While speaking with the two Hagoromo was repairing Seika's injured soul. "It's a pity we have to meet like this, but K is determined to bring Seika to Wisdom or kill him." Denji said. "I suppose I should be honored. But reincarnation of the Sage or not, I'm going to have to take him back. I cannot let him roam free. Uchiha have done that one time too many already." Kei said. "The clan is full of monsters." He said referring to Madara and the victims of the Curse of Hatred. "There are many misconceptions in this world of shinobi, one of which is the Uchiha's Curse of Hatred. Believe it or not, it has more similarities than differences when compared to the Will of Fire of the Senju clan.." The elderly mam started. "Both of these legacies used to live within Seika. That was until he met me and decided to take on my will to correct his life of wrong doings....But to understand this change, you must hear his story.." Suddenly the white room became dark, transcending to a dark side of blue. Kei would then start to float as both Hagoromo and Denji vanished from sight. K would face what would appear to be a reflection of himself. Drip....the sound of water came as the reflection rippled changing Kei's reflection into Seika. "I suppose, you've been summoned to make me believe the vile notion that all of you crimsoned eyed clansmen are not evil. Well, you must have one hell of a tale to tell." Kei said. Sheathing Nuibari, he watched the reflection with content. Opposite to their short-lived battle, Kei watched the reflection directly in the eye. He was truly giving Seika the ability to prove him wrong. But K had known the terror of Uchiha all too well. Even now, I still remember the early days of my life. When we moved from place to place due to the increased lightning storms. The danger posed from them made sure we didn't stay anywhere for more than a month or two at most. I hated the moving. I despised the lives lost because of the disasters. And what caused those disasters, the sinister storms that killed some of the promising generation for the Cloud? Uchiha. K thought. I didn't have a life that was even remotely safe from the beginning. All because of those who deemed it necessarily to destroy the world and trap it to create something new. What can this near adult say, that can change my mind about his monsters of a clan? "Uhh. Do realize that this is a telepathic realm. I can literally hear your thoughts." Seika stated. "I can't expect you to change who you are just by apologizing for the tragedies my brethren caused. But that's not what I was planning to do anyway. I was actually going to tell you that you shouldn't judge all Uchiha the same....we are not all the same. Yeah I'd admit I've made some mistakes. But those mistakes don't personify who I am." Seika stared the man directly in the eyes. "I want to show you my past. To show you how I've became the person I am today." "As you said, I can here your thoughts too, I'm not new to this place," Kei remembered back to his times here with Denji before and Mamoru. "As well," he noted, "I can feel your motives are genuine.. That is why I have decided to here your story, Seika is it?" And then, he sat down in front of the teen. "Well the floor is yours. Let's hear this story of yours, and I'll see what to make of it." He relaxed as much as he could in the bleak world and gestured for Seika to begin his journey story. "Change of Heart" is the fourth episode of The Zeta Project. It first aired on February 17, 2001. Change of Heart is the 21st episode of the tenth season and the 217th overall episode of Grey's Anatomy. Change of Heart (変心 Henshin) is the eighth episode of Voicelugger. Oren Nillu produces a small handkerchief to wipe away a few beads of sweat from his face. He replaces it within his clothing once he is done. "I am Oren Nillu, Chamberlain of His Majesty's council. Good evening, Duke Zahir. I am glad to finally meet you." He offers the man a slight bow. "A memorable night, is it not? If only a bit cold. Zolor Zahir smiles faintly at Oren. "A bit too chipper and pleasant for my tastes. But it will suffice. Chamberlain. You're new. Replacing Orell Mikin?" He doesn't wait for an answer. The faint smile flatlines. "A wise choice by the Emperor, I must say." Markus Kahar emerges from the Keep entrance, flanked by his archery lieutenant, young Lotan Elkhorn. Markus looks pale and most then a little under the water, his entire frame wrapped in a thick fur cloak. He gestures to Lotan, "Be kind enough to herald them inside." "I was very recently appointed, yes," Oren replies amiably, smiling. "Chamberlain Mikin's departure was a pity, but I am glad I was chosen to fill the position." Lotan Elkhorn nods slowly to the Duke Kahar as he says this. Approaching the two, he bows to each of them. "Greetings, My Lords. Please, if you'd follow me inside?" asks Lotan, sidestepping to gesture to the keep. "No, Chamberlain, the pity is that it took so long for the Emperor to dispatch the man who murdered my son," Zolor replies coldly. He then turns toward Lotan, inclines his head and begins to walk toward the main keep. Oren Nillu's smile fades away slowly as soon as Zolor starts off, nodding at Lotan and starting towards the Keep as well. Markus Kahar waits aside his lieutenant, nodding approvingly at his performance. As the two noblemen near the gate, Markus bows, welcoming them into the manorial courtyard - an act that causes him obvious pain. "My Lords, how good of you to come. I beg forgiveness for my appearance," he mentions to Oren and Zolor, "... I was the victim of an unfortunate accident this morning, of which I have not yet recovered. Welcome to my home." Markus Kahar adds quickly, "... Lieutenant Elkhorn, here, shall be providing security at our meeting. I hope this is acceptable to both of you gentlemen?" "What manner of accident?" the Zahir nobleman inquires, eyebrows arching as he laces his fingers together. Lotan smiles winningly, half-bowing to both men as his name is mentioned, though saying nothing more. At the Zahir's question, he glances sidelong at Markus. Oren Nillu's eyebrow goes up as well. "Do tell, Duke Kahar. What happened? Nothing too serious, I would hope?" Markus Kahar arches a brow towards the Zahir and both-brows towards Oren, but manages smiles diplomatically. "Among the superstitious, we Vozhd and Kahar, it is customary to not speak of a friend's weaknesses, for fear of inviting further exploitation by the shadow. However," the Duke smiles half-playfully, "... I am not superstitious. I was in a riverboat earlier when it hit a rock and sunk. I was nearly drowned." "You should be more careful," Zolor observes dryly. Lotan Elkhorn remains totally quiet for the duration of Markus' story, then after a bit of awkward silence, asks, "Where should this start taking place, Your Grace?" Lotan looks over to Markus, eyebrow arched. Oren Nillu nods as he listens to Markus' story. "I am glad there was no great harm done, Your Grace. Has the Duchess Mikin arrived yet?" Markus Kahar smiles appreciatively to Oren before responding to Zolor flatly: "Perhaps I should." With that he looks to Lotan, "Please, show our guests to the Mastery. The Duchess of House Mikin expressed that she may have some difficulty arriving tonight, and in the case that she is not able to attend until tomorrow - which seems quite likely, at this point - I have decided that we should proceed and first here House Zahir's rendition of the events, and hear what demands they wish to make. Does that suit you, good Duke Zahir?" Zolor Zahir inclines his head. "Of course." Lotan Elkhorn nods slightly, speaking again as he gestures for the foyer, "Please, My Lords, this way." He marches off toward the innards of the keep. Oren Nillu nods, but remains silent and thoughtful. Soram Nillu steps into the Mastery, cloak sweeping behind him. He nods his head toward those present. "Duke Zahir. Duke Kahar. Chamberlain." He also gives a curt nod to Lotan. "Apologies for my tardiness." A large, circular table has been set in the room, flanked by a half-dozen comfortable chairs. Pitchers of wine have been laid out, as well as plates of fruit and bread. Markus Kahar smiles lightly as Soram enters, bowing his head. "Good Master Soram, a pleasure to see that you've arrived. I hope that it wasn't too much trouble." Markus hobbles slightly, and gestures to the tables, "Please, seat yourselves - my servants shall care for your things." The seats are designated - the two Imperial assessors together, the Zahir and absent-Mikin across from one another, and Markus at the other end. Oren Nillu offers Soram a smile and a nod, walking over to the table and taking his seat. Zolor Zahir walks toward the table, running his fingers along the wood, tracing the grain. His gaze travels briefly to Oren Nillu, then to the spymaster before finally settling on Markus Kahar. He does not sit. Instead, he rests his hands on the back of the chair he might otherwise claim. "I shall take up precious little of your time, particularly given your weakened condition. My son, Zolde, has been dead for nearly a year. Orell Mikin killed him. His kin, Alieron Mikin, the Emperor's own Chancellor, conspired to deny me my due. Further, someone arranged to obliterate a statue I ordered placed in Light's Reach and saw fit to blame *me* for the havoc wrought." He sighs, resting his left palm over the top of his right hand. "Now, I learn that Alieron Mikin lacks the spine to deal with me, face to face, and would send a *woman* to negotiate in his stead. I find it laughable that he comes from the same bloodline as the Emperor's Hawk." His eyes shift toward Oren Nillu. "Now, I come to learn that Orell Mikin is removed as chamberlain, and this good gentleman from House Nillu has taken his place." He looks back at Markus. "I am satisfied. I have no further demands. My quarrel with House Mikin is at an end." Lotan Elkhorn takes a standing position beside Markus. As Zolor's impressively long dialogue comes to a decisive end, he then looks over at Markus, a confused look inset on his thin features. Soram Nillu raises an eyebrow. "Indeed." He looks toward Markus, awaiting his response. Markus Kahar wets his lips, his eyes flitting between Soram and Oren, then to Zolor, as the bombshell is dropped. He seems somewhat at a loss for words. "The Duchess Rowena was chosen by Imperial wish - it matters not if she is a woman, she was picked by your Emperor, and you shall respect that as Alieron must. However... this is... news, good Duke. It is the first we've heard that tensions have ceased. You have before you two representatives of Imperial power, entirely to yourself, here to hear *your* complaints... and you no longer have any quarrel with House Mikin? Why was no one informed of this beforehand? While I am... pleased, that House Zahir no longer sees reason to quarrel, I am confused as to why now, of all times, it is revealed?" Zolor Zahir blinks languidly. "Was I unclear? Goodness. I shall reiterate, using shorter words." He points at Oren. "New chamberlain. Replacing old chamberlain. Old chamberlain killed my son. Old chamberlain was a Mikin. Mikin removed from power. No point in feuding now." "It is in the land's best interest for the quarrel to cease fully, not fade into the background and become the source of quieter tensions. There will be no better time for you to speak your mind than here," Oren tells Zolor. "If you are certain this is all you wanted, then I must echo Duke Kahar's own curiosity and wonder why you never made those demands known before now." Lotan Elkhorn remains silent, having no right or need to speak out, anyway. He does, however, watch the situation happen with great curiosity, looking over the various royals and nobles as he waits for further explanation. The Zahir duke turns toward Oren. "*All* I wanted was my son restored to life. *All* I wanted was tribute paid to his memory. *All* I wanted were consequences for what happened. I am now fully satisfied, with your ascent to the post of Chamberlain and Orell Mikin's departure, that, while I may never get my son back and while Light's Reach may turn a blind eye to what Orell Mikin did, the Emperor has seen fit to replace the man - late as the hour may be - who killed Zolde. Privately, I had made it known to Emperor Kahar that I wanted Orell Mikin removed from power. He refused, mostly, I suspect, out of loyalty to his weak-kneed Chancellor and Gell Mikin. So, I settled on the statue as a fallback position." He shrugs. "My original demands appear to have been met retroactively. I do not need to pursue this any further. I hate to disappoint you, after you have clearly gone to such pains to arrange for this summit, by being entirely reasonable. But, disappoint you, I must. Nothing can bring Zolde back. But at least Orell Mikin is out of the picture. I take immense satisfaction in that." Markus Kahar steeples his fingers quietly, absorbing the Mikins words, before responding - at last - carefully. "Well said. I think it important to note that, indeed, you have come to this table in peace, and with no avoidance. I cannot say the same for Duke Alieron. And I appreciate the fact that you feel the matter is settled. This aides the pursuit of peace greatly, and for that, I believe you deserve commendation." Now, Markus nods. "That being said: this is only one half of the conflict. For all we know, the Mikins may have a claim against your house, and we must hear their words and council the situation. Chamberlain Nillu was absolutely correct when he stated that this matter must be seen to its end, and not left up. Therefore, I would like to recommend the following to this council: that we adjourn for the night, and stay in Vozhdya. On the morrow, we shall hear the Mikin side. If it is as accommodating as the Zahir, then we shall all be home before nightfall. If it is not, then we are vindicated in pursuing this conflict further. I want to be sure that these tensions, long simmering, are entirely at rest." Oren Nillu nods at Zolor, then at Markus. "Very well, then." Zolor Zahir inclines his head to Markus. "As you wish." Markus Kahar sits quietly at a large biinwood table, flanked on all sides by various chairs and seats. He is alone, for now, flipping through a few pieces of parchments. Currently, Duke Markus rests at the table, alone. The hall is relatively empty, his usual court held outside while negotiations move forward. Markus adjusts the fold of his robe for a moment, waiting quietly for his guests to arrive. Now was time to make amends. With the awareness that she holds the voice of her family and Lights Reach in her careful palms this day, Rowena briskly approaches the mastery door, flanked by two of her guards. Her cloak and gown rustle together along her ankles in her lengthy strides, a few wisps of hair mimicking the motions harmoniously. The notorious sense of Mikin seriousness has firmed her jaw and hardened her gaze, but not beyond the point of approachability. There is still gentleness to her movements, a grace that has only been lately seen in the feminine portion of her family. Zolor Zahir strides into the chamber shortly after the Mikin woman, his violet cloak flowing behind him as he steps through the entrance. His face remains impassive and cool, veiling emotion as he walks toward the table. Markus Kahar stands as Rowena and Zolor make their entrance, his guards bowing as the expected Nobles appear. The Duke of Vozhdya smiles lightly, snapping his fingers as servant come scurrying. "Duchess Mikin, Duke Zahir, thank you for coming - allow my men to take your things and bring you something to drink. It is a pleasure to see both of you in better health." "Aye, today is more of a pleasant day, Rowena replies with attempts of amiability as she casts Zolor a swift glance. The suns warmth does ease the airs inescapable chill. While her guards take their dutiful places as far from sight as they can stand, she works diligently to untie her cloak. She fumbles slightly with a knot, then lifts it off her shoulders to hand off to the hosting Dukes servants. "I was not ill," Zolor observes, removing his cloak and offering it to one of the servants. He then turns his attention back to Markus. "You, on the other hand, were in abject misery, recovering from that bracing dip in the Fastheld River. You appear to be well enough." He settles into a chair at the table, glancing toward Rowena. "I do not believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you before, Duchess Mikin. Please accept my personal sympathies for the disaster involving the statue. While I certainly meant to cause embarrassment with the erection of that work of art, I never meant to cause such a catastrophe. Markus Kahar does his best to hide his chagrin, his face morphing into an uneasy facade. Truly, he does still look pale, despite the returned colour to his cheeks. Markus gestures with a smile, "Well then," he sits only after the other two do, "... with your permission, good Duke, I'll make Rowena aware of what transpired at our last meeting. For lack of a better explanation, the good Duke has dropped all pressing claims against your House following the fall of Orell Mikin's Chamberlainship to the good Oren Nillu. He wishes for hostilities to be put to an end, and seeks no further retribution." Rowena takes her place across from Zolor, nodding quietly to Markus words. "Well I can assure you that the desired embarrassment was aroused, Duke," Rowena murmurs while smoothing the front of her gown. "I can assume half the township bore witness to my shorn bodice and exposed flesh and wounds that evening. Of course, those found responsible for that fatal stunt shall feel our wrath and steel. I am pleased to hear that it shant be you or your bloodline." Finding that her mouth is drawn into a rather grim line in remembrance of her gown lost and mutilated citizens, she tightens the corners upwards into the likes of a passive smile. Her brows soften from their stern arch and she delicately places her palms onto the tabletop. "I do not suspect that the statues replacement will be made possible, in my brothers eyes, so I am glad to know that you seek no further payment." Zolor Zahir inclines his head. "Your brother, if I may be so bold, is a spineless shriekweasel. All noise, but incapable of movement to use those shiny teeth." He shrugs. "He continues to hide, behind his walls. Behind your skirt. The very palpable cowardice demonstrated by the new generation of Mikin leaders is more than enough payment for me." A smile touches his thin lips. "However, I believe I may offer some illumination regarding the perpetrator of the explosion in Light's Reach." Markus Kahar listens quietly, finger steeped - a grim smile the only reaction to Zolor's unusual diplomacy stylings. Markus interjects only once, just before Zolor explains the explosion, "... which we will be glad to hear, unless the House Mikin has some concerns it would wish to press against the Zahir? This was the reason why a second day was called for the conference; this is House Mikin's chance to bring forward anything they wish. While Oren is unavoidably away on business, you have the Emperor's ear." Relaxing her clenched throat and tensed jaw, Rowena wills a more neutral expression to mask her inner bristling after Alieron's name has been scorned. Again. She breathes slowly and softly, reaching up to brush a lock of her rich mane behind her left ear and glances between the two gentlemen. For a moment, the contrasting line of white tissue that mars her temple peeks forth, then is swallowed again as the hair slips forward. "I do not think it would be wise to repeat my brothers opinions on the Zahir line, for it would only hinder our negotiation. That is, of course, why I am here. However," She pauses for a moment, turning her doe-like gaze from Markus to land upon Zolor and she becomes more intensely focused. "From the beginning, we believed in Orell's innocence. Twas an accident in all our eyes, for horses are known to go mad. Mine bore me straight into the river just a season ago. The death of your son was unfortunate beyond words that even an educated person such as myself is capable of. But do not think that it was intentional, I beg you. Orell knew your pain. Your fury. His wife and unborn child were stolen from him by evils, not too many years past" Letting that be known in a final attempt to clear the haze of accusations, she threads her fingers together upon the tabletop and leans slightly forward. "Any information regarding the abominations that cost lives of many from that stone will be graciously accepted and put to thorough use. Please. As a healer and Second Liege, I dread to think of this occurring a second time." Oren Nillu steps into the Mastery, stopping to inspect the gathered faces. He then offers a quick bow. "My apologies. I was delayed by things beyond my control," he announces and walks over to the table, taking his seat. Zolor Zahir arches his eyebrows at Rowena's comment. "The general opinion of the Zahir line of all those outside House Zahir is known to be unfavorable. That doesn't trouble me. Honestly, it makes negotiations such as these all the more intriguing. However, it is that very opinion, especially among the Mikins, that creates the impression in my mind that sometimes accidents are far more than accidents. Naturally, I can see where, as a result of that phenomenon, the same phenomenon that led me to immediately suspect foul play from Orell Mikin, your kin would jump to the conclusion that I intended that statue to explode." He laces his fingers together. "Others can see this too. And they have taken advantage of it." He looks toward Markus Kahar. "The culprit you seek is a young man, a courier, named Farris Wind. A troubled fellow, orphan. His parents worked for me. They died some years ago. Terrible accident. He has always blamed me for it." His right hand waves dismissively. "Farris refuses to acknowledge that he caused the accident. He's touched, you see. He became angry with them one day, when he was quite young, and he willed a cliff face along the base of Fanghill to shatter. The debris crushed his parents. He nearly died himself, but passersby rescued him. Better, perhaps, if they had left him to die." The Zahir duke sighs. "He made that statue explode, to spark a war between our houses. He kept my letter to the duke from arriving, to encourage the continuation of suspicion and strife." His gaze returns to Rowena. "Farris Wind. He is behind all of this. I am certain of it." Markus Kahar absently tugs at the hem of his cloak as mention is made of Zahir treachery, his eyes, however, fully intent on the scene. His Grace sits up a bit straighter upon the mention of Farris - "Once, long ago, I had him run a letter for me - if he is indeed touched, it would be the second case. Pash Cobble -- he is touched, is he not? -- and now this Farris. He can really will rock to explode? But I am confused - what grudge does he have against the Mikin? The symbolism of the statue and the people around it suggest intent... not just unbridled madness. It might be as you say, to cause tensions, but there must be more possibilities." Normally, Rowena would lift her chin to watch any new arrival with a polite nod and smile in greeting. Zolor only steals her attention when he names the courier. Her lips part with a silent stare of awe, eyes widening a touch to betray her surprise. That vivid emotion morphs almost as quickly as it appeared. Her brow scoops inward in troubled state, lips draw into a solemn line, and eyes take on a knowing look of gravity. Her lengthy lashes close heavily over those expressive eyes for a moment of reflection, head bowing forward to rest her forehead upon steepled fingers. "Then you realize this information reveals the taint of shadow which has thus evaded our desperate search. If what you say is true, young Dianna shall have accompaniment on her way to the next life." She whispers. The feeling of her own breath against her tender wrists causes an uncomfortable tingle to shimmy up her spine. Deaths belly would be gorged by the time the darkness had passed. When it seems that she has passed into that realm of inky silence herself, Rowena lifts her head just enough to peer at Zolor. "Yes, as the Duke has questioned, why would he desire to do such a thing, even if to place blame upon you? I wonder if he drew satisfaction from hearing the tortured wails that sang to the stars when blood ran fresh that night." "If this Farris man blames the Duke for his misfortunes, I would believe the idea that he caused this trouble only for some taste of revenge," Oren notes. "If this man has been tainted by the Shadow, I have no doubt his own heart has fallen under the corruptive darkness that comes inherent with the Touch." Zolor Zahir inclines his head toward Oren. "I do not pretend to comprehend the lad's mindset or the full extent of his motivations." He then looks at Rowena. "But I learned quickly enough that the people of Light's Reach, soon after the explosion, were calling for my head on a pike where the statue once stood. Had that happened, our houses would most certainly be drawn inexorably into a bloody war. For his own part, I think Farris only wished to see harm come to me. But, as the Chamberlain astutely notes, it is possible that he acts from more than his own base motivations." Markus Kahar sighs lightly, leaning back in his seat, "... then this only leads me to one conclusion - yet another manhunt. We must find this Farris, before he tries to attack any of us again. However that we know now none of us acted in disregard of the Emperor's enforced peace brings much relief to my mind. The last I heard of Farris, he disappeared with the Duke's letter. Perhaps one of our retainers has seen him recently." "I shall spread word to both the Surrector and Alieron." Rowena murmurs, gaze lingering in the expanse of her own thoughts as she appears to muse over the tables surface. "He will be questioned by the Church. I agree to bear witness if need be." Her hands have since sunk to the table again, and her fingers now clench together in a brief squeeze. She hated bloodshed. Hated it with a passion that drove her between the desire to forgive and acquire revenge in order to prevent further violence. Such a dilemma. Quiet and motionless, she listens to the sounds of bodies breathing. A sound very faint, yet brazen proof of life and power. For Farris, that sound may be replaced by the whisper of a blade. Rowena Mikin 's face seems to have paled a bit, her sudden shift of intensity almost too stern for her character. "It seems lately, a great deal of things are being turned over to the Lord Surrector," Oren says. "He has many things on his hands. A second manhunt with as much chance of success as the other one." He shakes his head. "Failure reflects negatively on His Majesty and the land. I will speak with the Surrector myself. Perhaps with the help of the Church and a great deal of manpower, we will bring the courier to justice. These acts of treason, specially carried out by those who are Tainted by the Shadow's foul touch... these cannot stand." Zolor Zahir nods slowly. "The boy travels with a fat white donkey. Goes by the name of Grut. I don't think he's all that shrewd or sly, and I don't think he has a tremendous amount of guile or foresight. But you know what he did to his parents. You know what he did in Light's Reach. Capturing him may not be without a price, and he may not go peacefully." He rests his attention on Rowena. "The hunters may not have the option of waiting to let him feel the bite of the axe." Markus Kahar nods in agreement, "It would seem, then, that the greatest of caution must be taken." Markus pauses a long moment, looking between Oren, Rowena and Zolor. "Well, then, if the houses Mikin and Zahir are at peace, I..." Markus sits up and blinks, "... I suppose we've accomplished our goal then. Unless they have anything else to add or state, mayhaps I should call this meeting adjourned - Master Chamberlain? Perhaps you have something to say?" "Then he will feel the bite of a sword should he resist." Rowena replies sharply to Zolor before she can tether her tongue. A flush of red creeps to her ears, blood pounding with the unintended rush of anger. She casts a somewhat sheepish glance to Markus, then Oren. As if offering apology for the tiny outburst, she smoothes her voice into a softer one, drawing her hands to rest in her lap. "I am willing to resume civil sentiment with the Zahir, and as Second liege to Light's Reach, I shall encourage others to do the same." Then, "How old is Farris?" She asks Zolor directly, perhaps not quite ready to abandon the meeting. "Tell me of his temperament, aside from his dangerous ability." "The land prospers when those who serve it more directly are at peace with each other," the Chamberlain states. "Let us be glad these talks went without problem. This man, Farris... he shall answer to the Empire's justice." Markus Kahar nods his head, eyeing Rowena for a moment, "Well then, we're settled. I'll prepare the official report of the Emperor, with your permission master Chamberlain. Rowena, I thought perhaps you might do me the honour of speaking with me later tonight, when you have a moment." Markus rises slowly and bows his head, "... I want to thank everyone for coming and resolving this matter. The Emperor will be most please I'm sure, and I cannot overstate how important it was that this was done in a civilized manner. It speaks well of both your houses. Furthermore, you have done me great honour - I only hope to return it in kind. Please, feel free to stay - I hope to speak with all of you later this evening. If you'll excuse me..." and with that, the Duke bows again and makes his exit politely.

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