A man chooses, a slave obeys

Her theory sounded somewhat reasonable, after all it did put out the fire Cyburn caused and mage fire burned stronger than wild fires and for it to be put out by a light shower must have been something more powerful. But his mind still fought the thought of freedom. "So, you'll return willingly with me to the Citadel? I cannot say what he'd do with you however, you seemed to have a good idea before."

"How many prayers do you think the dead God can answer?" Tyarnach asked, not expecting Mystic to be generous with his power. Everyone knew that the Creator rarely answered pleas for help and twice in one day would be unbelievable.

Tyarnach watched with a skeptical expression and returned to sitting while Kee made a prayer at the shrine. If it was anywhere else perhaps it wouldn't have worked but the wide area around the shrine became sheltered with a cool, calming breeze.

While there were no words, nothing visible to anyone else that made the God's work visible, he did indeed heed her call. The spirit's mind would be calmed by the breeze, allowing various images to enter her imagination. The first was of a land purified, her forest green and full of life, the vision spanding across the ocean showing an ancient city of elven people and transparent silhouette of a young man with white hair, flames of the city slowly dissipating as the figure's opacity grew stronger.

Each scene came in short five second bursts, but the two were not all, faster showed visions of various locations around the world, most notably were the colourful places in Eternia. From forest lakes, to desert lands lost in time right back down to God's Lost Cavern where the horrible Scale resided. But last of all was the Citadel, another silhouette stood in what seemed to be the foyer of a cruel looking castle, it was purely white unlike the elven silhouette and wide shapes spread from the blur creating wings, legs, a long neck and what seemed to be a tail before it's calming colour turned a poisonous black, the doors to the keep opened wide before the creature let out such a frightening roar that Kee would be able to hear it as if it were before her.

As the roar sounded, Mystic's guidance seemed to have come to and end and the wind died down slowly.

Her sudden fearful movement did startle him and he stared at her somewhat curiously. "Did the Creator perhaps tell you to piss off? You looked as if you saw a ghost." He would have laughed if he had found it funny but agreed to move on, heading back along the path where Cyburn had fled, using his developed sense of smell to guide them all while expecting the nature spirit to follow.

"Had he caught you before it would not have been different. I'm only doing my duty." Tyarnach answered back. At least he'd be fit, it took four days to reach the Citadel by foot and he had already made this journey twice this month.

He wasn't stupid he had been with his master to catch free prey before and at some point he knew to save his energy incase he needed to bring her down.

"I told you before, there's many different slaves in the Citadel, elves are a common one. I assume because their population was so wide spread and many survived after the great calamity thousands of years ago. But with no refuge or magic to draw on they were forced to their knees by humans and the like. They're generally peaceful and very concerned for their own which is why I'm assuming, they were crushed." Tyarnach informed the spirit as he led her beyond the clearing.

"No one likes a slave with the ability to manipulate the elements so those are often eradicated, but ones with a placid nature make for good servants, beast masters and errand runners. I've killed plenty, I remember one time a few attempted to start a riot with the help of other races, several others and I were unleashed on their throats."

Tyarnach shrugged it off as they began to walk beyond the dirt road, nothing but the odd scorched tree here and there and tall dry grass lay ahead. Making it a good hiding spot for snakes and large carnivores such as saber toothed cats. "Its just how things are, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. They'd become corrupted otherwise, which is generally a more painful way to die than being slaughtered like livestock. Its also a bigger pain to everyone else, and enslaving them means the higher races are able to utilize them as the first wall of defence should corruption break through. Stabilizing their own survival."

"Dont underestimate the master's ways. You saw his power at its weakest. Those fireballs are a measly basic spell that even children can conjure. He uses fear and manipulation to control his foes and unruly pets. You're from top side so you've probably never experienced dark magic."