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"No... no..." Nihilian replied shakily. His eyes had even more of a haunted look to them now. He collasped down onto the stairs and began to sob. His tall, thin frame shaking with grief. "Karma..." he repeated over and over again. "Karma..."

Gene saw all the images rushing through his mind, causing him confusion. He tossed and turned on the tree hard enough that the vines and leaves broke off. Gene felt himself falling into a dark demension, seeing his parents at the end of the tunnel. He reached out for then, having the sensation that he was really falling. Gene was trying to wake up from the dream, struggling to stay calm. "Mom, dad, why did you guys have to die. Why couldn't you stay, to protect me from the war, from the evilness that lurks in each dark corner," he murmured in his sleep. As Gene woke up, he heard a CRACK! and he shot straight down. It was a long drop, as he felt the wind rushing faster past his face. THUMP and then he blacked out. From what he could have remember the way he fell, he probably landed on his head, and the branch falling on him from the pain on his leg.

Gene woke up hours later, but it was still light out. His head was throbbing and his leg felt like it was about to fall off. Gene got some damp vines and wrapped them around his left, like a cast. He got up and limped back into the city. He heard many whispers, mummurs, hushing as gaurds walked through the city. He saw a group of people taking in a pub, so he stayed outside the window an listened in.

- "I heard that something is coming, something big." A man whipsered.
- "Some gaurds have entered the allied city, but we haven't been given any news. Many people are thinking that they were killed." the man said in such concern.
- "I know whats going to happen. There is a w....."

Gene felt his body shoot up into the air. A gaurd grabbed him, and he was held in mid air.

"What are you doing." He asked in a growling voice.
"N-nothing. I was j-just sitting here." Gene felt the vines leave his legs and heading toward the soldier. Seconds later the soldier was entaggeled in viens. Gene was dropped to the floor while the veins were tying the man up. He got up and ran, he felt his heart pulsing like crazy. He ran into a group of people and tripped and his face slammed into the stone ground, and he felt the blood ooze down his face. Gene started weeping, the tears falling to the ground, doop doop doop.

Mizu frowned as he headed toward the door. Her brow crinkled.

But as soon as he mentioned the Drathel god her face turned to a scowl and she uttered a sound like a hiss under her breath. "Most do not speak of the Drathel god in Asellion, for sacrifice is looked down upon here. None of our gods ask sacrifice of us and become angry of us if we try." Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you ask of the Drathel god? His meaning is sacrifice." Her voice was hard as she spoke, her eyes wary. The open door let a cooling breeze move through the small inn.

A scarred, but somehow elegant hand offered a surprisingly clean gray linen square to the fallen youth. "You're bleeding." Was the blunt remark from a foot or so above his head. "You'll muss the walkway, falling like that." If he looked, he would have seen a plain serving girl smiling kindly at him, scarred, but not particularly heavily. At least, from what could be seen. Her face bore one or two marks, and her hands dozens of needle-like stripes, but nothing disfiguring.
And if he'd known her, he'd have known her soul was almost unmarked, and certainly not beaten into submission, which was the normal intent of what she seemed to have been subjected to.
But her smile kind of brushed that kind of thinking away. Because it was kind, and sunny, and didn't lend to those thoughts at all. Her eyes were amused, but concerned, too. "Come on, take it."
All in all, she looked like one of the pubs kitchen helpers, but a good-natured one.

"Prayer. The Godsaren't known for answering, but occasionally they do." She didn't ask if he wanted help up, just wrapped a hand around his elbow and pulled him to his feet, somehow managing to keep his weight off his bad ankle.
She was stronger than she looked. "Trust me, this isn't the first time I've helped some poor deranged fool. And I've seen worse sights than you," She informed him, smiling, a hint of humor under her words. "Been one of them myself." She looked at the scars on her hand, then grinned again, "Still am, to some people. But let's get you somewhere else. The Temple, maybe? They have healers that specialize on insanity there," Her pleasant voice was lightly teasing. "And you could visit Leldren's Shrine, the finest in the nation."

"Well, you can't do much if you can't walk, and certainly nothing in a rush." She quipped, moving at a steady, not fast pace in the direction of the temple. He might be inclined to rush, but she was not. Anyara had rushed from before sun up to after sundown for so long, it was nice to take time with things.
Besides, people with injuries should not be rushing. It wasn't good for them. At least he was amusing in his way, so the few blocks would be easy.

"I work a lot of places. The Temple, the other temples, the Inn, the Dressmaker's as long as I'm out of sight." She smiled oddly, "I've probably worked every day of my life." She looked at her patched clothes and said nothing. She didn't look like a beggar, but she also did not seem to get much. It was best that way--she wouldn't know what to do with wealth if she got it.