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Tyronne ran and ran. He didn't stop running near watch where he was going. He just getting away from that school. That elven liar! He opened up some. Gave him trust. Let him know he'd try to not be the source of chaos even KNOWING if he didn't start trouble trouble would find him. Yet even so that guy said trust me. I care. Bull f**king s**t! He was WORSE than the humans who beat and tortured him. Sent thim to a sadist vampire who cause him blackouts where he knows he got molested. Along with the times he dealt with it awake. Putting him down to his face was bad enough but what that so called papa elf did far worse. That...that took what bit of heart and soul he'd salvaged and killed it. Asked him to trust him then lied. He shifted back at the lack. Sitting there and closed his eyes. Crying as he forced himself into meditation state and entered the Spiritlands.

Tyronne projected himself with his spirit guardian tiger outside his form. His mind staying locked onto the spiritlands. He blinked as everything lacked color. He stared at the person. Narrowing his yes then sighed in relief. A spirit of nature...good. I don't want to deal with no people or adults. Heavy heart? There is nothing left. Troubled mind most likely. I can't do nothing right even when try.

Tyronne watched...him....her...it...the spirit. Just the spirit. Narrowing his eyes. No. No heart. No soul. Just a living shell that is a ghost of the past clinging to the present. Lashing out in anger as it is one of the few things left. If there is anger no one can know the hollow and empty pain. He responded to it. Waving his spiritually hand over it.

Okay let us get this straight. I am not now or ever a f**king human noble spirit. None of my ancestors ever WERE human. I am of the Lakota Native American Tribe and I am one of the tribes racially blessed. Never human. Never will be human. Live a lot longer than a human. Lot of damn good it does. Sorry....*sigh*...you don't understand. I don't even know what I did wrong. A man's word is not bound by his race. That is something any man should follow and elven race of all the types should know the power and strength and hold that is behind a man giving his word.

I was trying. I tried. Now he can not say I did not try. I even offered to help make the inevitable chaos he will feel less because I can do that. I am well practiced in spiritland magics and using them for healing and soothing. It wasn't good enough. He told me to trust him. That he was different and he showed me why I don't even bother. Cut me to the core spirit of the lake. What little hope I had left for the living is gone. I am just going to stick to me and what shreded dust is left.

I AM NOT HUMAN. An challenge was issued and he accepted. Then when I was calmer and thinking straight I agreed to just do the challenge without trying to kill him just see if he can kick my butt or not. There was a deal made and I gave my word to him. I agreed to the deal and I can't keep my word if that fight doesn't happen! Even though I know I am a handful! I was trying to tell him I'd try to keep trouble started by me down. Though if I don't start trouble eventually it will find me.

He continued explaining it to her....him. He didn't know he'd call the spirit a her. As the spirit of the earth itself was a her. Therefore he would call Neraida. He buried his face in his arms on his knees.

Tyronned listened to her. Telling her what he'd tried to tell him. That he'd take him there or bring it out here. He was training in it. He was tring but he had given his word. He hung his head. My anger is all I have that shows I am alive. My hurt just flames it but even it goes numb spirit of the lake. He looked away. and shook his head.

I would take him there or bring it here and combine it with rituals to help soothe him. To help him feel symbiance and peace even while I myself would keep down as much as I can the issues or chaos I would usually start. If I do not start it it will start with me. I can only avoid trouble so much before it finds me. Yeah and his actions and rejections of my owning up and trying to fix it and double sided words hurt me. I opened up to him once. He destroyed me. I use both.

I use both and I can't not deal with the spiritlands and my native american spirit guardian slash guide. I can harvest herbs there. I can use it to help enhance rituals. I am using it to create a new form of magic...combining robotics and spirit magic. Not spirits. I have my own dreams but Ican't let people know I am smarter than Ilook because fighting is all I have. For me to offer to heal him and help him and be there for him was something I don't do for others especially adults. Spirit of the lake I unintentionally hurt him but he cut me deeper and deeper. His rejection of my trying to ammends and telling him I'll try. Trying to help him because I can only avoid the trouble so long before it finds me. I offered to try trusting him a bit and be on his side. I show you what went down.

He showed her the scene from start to finish. Showed her his trying then he let go of that link. He looked away.

No. I do not expect instant gratification. Spirit of the lake I did not even demand it be right then and there we duke it out. He and i made a deal where he said if he won I stayed and tried to behave. I gave my word. That should mean something on any level because he addressed me by my blood name. The name that is written in the passages of time. It was my native american true name that gave him my word and oath to do what I could not to add to his troubles. That if he won I would stay here and try and adjust. Not the white man spirit of the lake. The native american. The guy behind the mask.

Whether or not it is my white man name or my birth name it does not change the fact that I gave it. Since it was Typhoon Mantis whose word was given I am spiritually and literally bound to keep it or I will suffer for breaking my word. I never break my word or I die or nearly die trying to keep it. I had calmed down but the challenge was issued and accepted. All I said there was that no longer do I fight to kill but to right insult to heritage and keep my word to which I gave him.

He looked at her.

He told me that yet I am used to people saying something and I challenge them they back off going never mind. He did not say any such thing to me. He said that I was worth calming down and hearing out and making a deal. I was trying and attempting to tell him I would try. Offering to make ammends. Then he turns around and does like everyone else. Psych. You aren't really worth it. I don't care. You are trash and I don't bother with the scum off the ground. He equated me to the very people who have me but a hollow shell with a troubled soul and anger boiling beneath the surface. I took a risk and extended some trust and tried to work with and he did me like everyone else. I did try that but Idon't trust adults I trust spirits. He broke what was left of my heart.

I thought maybe I was wrong with how he handled interacting then he does just what I feared would happen. Too much work and not worth it. That is all everyone does. They let me push away and so I know that is what will happen. I will push them away so they don't know how hurt inside I am. How broken my inside is emotionally and physically alike. The only ones Ican trust and believe and respect is spirits like yourself. I can't trust but one adult and he is off in the navy.

He looked down a bit. He shook his head.

I can explore in the wild. I can explore in the Spiritlands. I can be free and explore without staying with people who will hate and abuse me when they learn of why I'm broken and screwed up inside. Home? Spiritlands. Forest. Amongst spirits who tell you how it is in most cases than not. I do not have a home. I am haunted by things I can't change. I treid with him honorable spirit of the lake.

I wanted to make him better and help him but instead he threw me away and told me I was worthless and useless and had no point in dealing with. After telling me things. I know he soothed my nightmares. One minute we were talking drinking tea the next he dissing me and throw me to the garbage. I don't know what home is because I will always live in fear of people learning my birth defect. I am never going to be accepted or fit in if the headmaster can't. I tried....and I don't even know what I did wrong besides be unable to go yes sire Ipromise sir. Not a bit more trouble. I couldn't do that it would be lying.

He buried his face in his arms. I don't know what a home is. Never have. I feel at home in the forest. Talking with people of high reverence like yourself. Traveling spiritlands. Harvesting and tending to herbs only accessible there and by natives. What is a building but a cage of four walls? Yet I was willing to sacrifice my freedom. Sacrifice my safety net to meet the man halfway and then even more to keep my word. I can't win spirit of the lake. Either I do it all wrong or I screw up halfway.

Tyronne looked at her....him. The spirit as the spirit spoke. He looked away. He sighed a bit. Listening to the spirit trying to convince him. He flinched at the touch then leaned into it. He always relaxed with the spirits. Except when he had the Spiritland visions. He looked at the nyad. Until the time our fight is completed and the results decided I can not and will not set foot in that school living domicile in order to stay. I gave my word and I can not go against it. It is dishonorable to my people. Even if my people are the cause of my hollowed existance my ancestors were not.

He listened to her as she spoke. Looking down. A freak and a shapershifter. No. I am unwelcomed there. I would rather stay here. He won't let me near most likely. He hates me and made it clear I was worthless and dirt beneath his feet. He said sadly. Drooping more. He looked at her. Besides which I have no idea how to interact with him. Probably screw it up again.

The nyad watched quietly from the lake. Oh so many visitors today, but it was curious about these two.