Artimecion stood frozen in the tomb of ice. He had not many wounds from that fight, but this spell was powerful enough that it rendered him helpless. As his last breath was drawing closer, he felt the urge to live....Of course he felt the urge to live, "I am....Artime...cion...Bel...ouve..I can't die..." the voice barely made it past his lips. "Not...yet..." just as he finished what would seem like his last words, a light came from the icy tomb. The mark on his hand started to swirl and gather momentum. It was as if the mark itself wanted out, even more so than he.
The books and papers in the library were still smoldering, smoke and ashes now, all that was left of many important and ancient documents. Inside the smoldering pages, the fire flickered showing him a vision, a vision of that pirate. "Will I use it...for good?" he thought to himself. "I have always used my powers for good, but this power...made me bloodthirsty…" a tear ran down his cheek. The burning symbol on his hand started to melt the ice around him.
In a few moments he was free from his frozen tomb. Dazed and confused, he walked out to the hallway...."I'm not badly injured, I could catch up them and put an end to this…" just then visions of murder and beastmen came rushing back to him. It was the dream again he had with Ramuh, but this time it was different he could see the figures now, the screaming was coming from a women, a white mage, Artimecion was standing over her, he was covered in blood, she was covered in blood, beastmen stormed the palace! Just as the beastmen were closing in around him a bolt of lighting struck the ground and Ramuh appeared once again.
“Boy….now is not the time…” the avatar’s voice echoes inside.
“Why this vision again? Why am I covered in blood? Did I do this to this woman?” he started to cry.
“The scared heart has carried the flames to you! What will you do!?” Ramuh asked.
“What should I do? I don’t want to be responsible for death! I want to be responsible for life!” he yelled at the avatar.
“Then your path has been chosen Summoner! Now go and walk it, bravely and with your whole heart.” The avatar raised his staff, struck it to the ground, all the beastmen were taken away like burning paper. Artimecion awoke from the vision watching the books burn in the library behind him. He finally understood.
Artimecion started to walk towards the palace exit, ignoring everything he saw. He was again walking towards the light, as if he was born for it. As he walked his mark started to grow brighter, as it grew brighter, he hastened his pace. He was at a full sprint now, and the mark was giving off raw energy, catching things on fire as he passed.
He could see the exit in front of him. Artimecion crashed threw the palace doors, and the sun hit is face. He saw the fire and smoke coming from razed buildings, walls destroyed and people lay dead all around. Artimecion yelled at the top of his lungs, as if he was feeling the pain of all those below him, taking in all their pain, all their suffering. The light from his hand shone brightly in the midday light, so bright many beastmen took notice and charged for the palace. Many adventures looked towards it too. Like a beacon of hope.
As the beastmen drew near, a loud screech came as if from no where that could be seen by living eyes. Artimecion was drawn into the air, as he ascended further, he closed his eyes, he new what was about to take place. He closed his eyes and prayed, prayed for his brother, for his love back at his home….His real home. Memories of the past came to him, his mother and father, oh how he missed them. He saw his brother, happy and full of life. He was glad he was not here to see this, but he was scared he was to be alone for it.
At that moment a giant flame feathered bird sprung from his hand, its wings seem to stretch on and on in the daylight. The beast flailed and flapped its burning wings as if it had been awakened from a deep slumber. The burning was becoming even too much for the Summoner to bear. His finely knit close where being singed, his skin was starting to burn. But the young man showed no sings of giving up, this was his fate, he was after all, born to walk towards this light.
The bird swooped down, as it got close to the beastmen, they became as of ash. It seemed that thousands of beastmen were totally destroyed by a single swoop of this immense power, this Phoenix.
“I can’t give up yet! There are still so many to protect…” the young Summoner writhed in pain. At that time, as if from no where, a figure of a woman shone through the light, her long black hair whipping in the flames.
“Are you…? Are you an angel? You must be here to take me now, aren’t you? That’s good, I’m so tired, I’m hurting so much.” He closed his eyes and reached out his hand. The woman reached out her hand and as she took his, he was gone.
“Don’t worry young Prince; I will take care of everything else, thank you for awakening me. Sleep now.” She whispered.
Miles and miles away, back in Windurst Woods; Shalidar, Artimecion’s twin brother, was lounging under a tree, drifting in and out of sleep as he listened contently to the music from the traveling band; Windurst seemed to be getting back to normal. At that time he saw his brother in front of him.
“Arty, what are you doing here?” Shalidar asked. Artimecion did not answer. He stood quiet and still.
“Arty, why won’t you talk to me, why do you have that look on your face? ARTY!” he yelled, and noticed they were in a place of pure white. Artimecion stood with wings of a dove, and adorned in robes and chainmail.
“Shalidar, my dear brother, do not weep for me, I was not alone at the end, an angel saved me. You must live on, and be happy as you always have been. You must do me one favor. Please tell Wilson that I love him very much. I did not have the courage to tell him myself. I am leaving now, I have found many answers in this world, and am off to the next, my next journey. Good bye.” He disappeared.
Shalidar came back to Windurst Woods and was crying but was happy, and could not understand why he was smiling and had the urge to laugh, but still tears flowed from his eyes.
“Arty….” He looked up to the sky.
(OOC: this will be my last post. I just don't have alot of time to follow the story and I know alot of you might wait for people to post, so I don't want you guys to have to wait for me to post. So go on and tell your story, and If its alright, I might make some commentary in the discussion. And of course keep on reading! So you guys have to keep on writing!)