Syra gave a haughty laugh. "Funny, you're not the first to call me Princess..." As soon as his demeanor changed, Syra stiffened. A part of her deep inside was terrified, but she pushed it down and kept up her act. "A Gyeist? Really? Hmm, interesting..." she murmured, tapping her lower lip with her finger nail. "I've never known myself to have that kind of power.... How would one tap into that..." she pondered aloud, momentarily forgetting about Griever

Jake was walking down the hallway, he seemed to be alone like he always was, he walked along staring at a peice of paper that had aload of writing all over it "what does it all mean?" he mumbled to himself, he turned a corner and walked into a guy named Xane, he stumbled a bit and quickly put his peice of paper away "watch out" he grumbled

Griever let out a long, slow hiss in amusement, "If you tried to coax it out without having a specific reason, you'd be setting yourself up for an instant death. That power you have, it's got a mind of its own. It's you spirit energy times the strength of your emotions; should it be summoned and not see any threat, it's go after the only other thing there. That would be you, dear princess." He frowned and shook his head casually, "However, if you're so set on dispposing yourself that ridiculusly," In a flash, he was standing right next to Syra, barely less then a foot away, "why don't you let me do it for you. I could make your death quite beautiful...."

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Xane narrowed his eyes, "Well pardon me. I didn't realize it was such a unlawful thing for a man my age to walk through his school hallways...." he responded back bitterly. He had no idea who this kid was, but he definately knew that it was another new student. 'Hmm, another one? Where are they all coming from?'

Jake stared at him "another what? student?... im not just a normal student" he growled as he glared at the male "and these hallways arn't just yours you know, so you should refrase that too 'to walk through the school hallways'"

Xane hissed in frustration, "That's not what I meant and you know it so don't be a smart ass to me! And if you go here to this school, you are a student. I dont care what or who you seem to think you are, but in this school its common curtasy to show you fellow classmates respect..."

Jake chuckled evily "why should i? i have been bullied already, but you see, i took care of them" he said chuckling evily again "the only way you wont be take care of is if your my friend, and no-one is so far, you will all suffer, starting with the bullies" he said with a tint of syconess in his eyes "on the lighter note, you don't need to know any more info"

Syra's eyes betrayed her horror of Grievers words. 'Instant death? Maybe it's a good thing no one wished for me to know.' Her thoughts were chaotic, ideas, possibilities, fears. Death was not something she took lightly. When he flashed behind her, she actually gasped, and spun around. She knew she lost her act. She wouldn't be able to regain momentum, but if she didn't do something fast, Griever would probably go ahead with the threat anyways...

Kail walked into the library and immediately located the school's history section. There were rows upon rows of books. 'Best start at volume 1.' He pulled it out, found a sitting table, and started reading.

**Flash-Back Start**
Eight-year-old Kail stumbled into a dark room. His face lit up when he saw stacks of boxes, statues, and other assorted junk. "Come on Myrii! This is just like Rictor from the stories!" He steps back, grabs a six-year-old's wrist, and pulls her forward.
**Flash-Back End**

Griever frowned as Syrine turned away, "Of course, I could never bring myself to harm a woman as sophisticated and beautiful as you. That would be.....quite a waste. However," He gently reached down and took her hand to turn her back to face him. His pupils dialated to a much more normal size as he gazed intently into hers, "I may be able to help you communicate with your spirit energy. Much more, I can teach you how to channel this energy so as to keep better control of your aura. Right now, because you don't know how to channel it, your aura can be seen by most supernaturals. This could prove to be quite a give-away; something you don't want. If you learn to channel your aura by keeping it flowing through your bloodstream, not only would this conceal it, this would also make you much stronger." He remained very close to Syra this whole time and began wondering if she was going to pull away or not. Half of him didn't care, but another half said something totally different.

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Xane frowned in puzzlement, "I seriously hope you're not one to go around starting trouble. I can truthfully tell you that if this is the case, you will not like the outcome, especially if you meet my brother. He won't let you get away with saying anything." His eyes narrowed as he delt out this warning. This was true though, Dex was not someone to be taken lightly, especially if you were to catch him on a bad day. The best thing to do was to avoid him completely, but this kid didn't seem like the smart type to do that. He came off like the sort of person to start something intentionally, and truthfully, those type of people never got along with Dex, even on his best of days.

Syra's heart beat calmed down in relief. Dex had said that it wasn't likely that Griever would hurt a woman, but there wasn't a certainty. She frowned a bit when he took her hand, the way he looked at her... No one looked at her gently once she had shown weakness. But both Dex and Griever hadn't sneered, hadn't hurt her for being afraid. She gently nibbled on her lower lip in thought as he spoke. She paused before speaking, choosing her words carefully. "What makes you, and Dex for that matter so willing to help me? If you can help, I want to learn, I want to know what is going on inside of me, that all my life no one has ever bothered to explain!" She never removed her hands from his, Syrine didn't back away.

Griever blinked, "Because apparently no one else even knows about your power. It's extremely rare; not something you find every day. That and," Suddenly his eyes hardened and he abruptly stepped away, shaking his head, "Never mind. It's not important right now. What is important is that you learn how to channel your aura..."

She flicked her fang over her lower lip and sighed. Doing a little spin, she stopped suddenly and looked at Griever, her hair flew around her, the curls clinging to skin and cloth. "Alright. Where do we start." Her eyes narrowed just the slightest, her pupils slimmed to appear like a cats. She was serious about this. She was going to learn and she was going to succeed in control.

Smirking, Griever rose an eyebrow, "You seem rather confident. Hm, well ok. Don't say I didn't warn you..."
Stepping up to face Syra, Griever placed his hand over her chest, making sure not to touch, but just barely. Then, he took a deep breath, looked straight into her eyes and focused. Syrine let out a screech as he forced her aura to flow within her bloodstream. He couldn't promise her that it wasn't going to hurt, but at least it didn't last long. The wild look in her eyes after he removed his hand made it seem like she was ready to kill him at any second.
Griever frowned, noticing some weird, new feeling that had never made its presence in him before. What was it called again? Guilt? "I apologize for that abrupt...ah...discomfort, but you need to understand that that was the only way to get your aura to flow smoothly. Now you just need to do it on your own; you'll find it to be much less painful and much easier as well."

Syrine frowned slightly when he stepped up to her. Her confusion increased as he held out his hand. "What are yo--" mid word, she screamed. It felt like her blood felt like it was boiling. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the pain engulfed her. But as quickly as it started it was gone. The abrupt end caused her to fall to her knees. She stared up at Griever, and she was pissed! "I wouldn't have minded a warning! At least a chance to brace myself!" she nearly yelled. Very slowly she unfolded her legs from under her and stood. "I just want to know, hypothetical, what would you do if I punched you right now? Just hypothetical." she smiled.

Griever flashed her a sly smile, "That is an inaccurate question. The question isn't what I would do if you did punch me, but more along the lines of what I would do if you tried to punch me." He shook his head and frowned, "Pardon me for the delayed warning, but think about it. Would you even have allowed me to come near you if you knew ahead of time about the pain? I think not....."

Syra glared, then pouted. "Okay, I might not have been as receptive, but I wouldn't have wanted to kick your butt!" She gave a small shudder. She could feel the possibilities coming from her aura. The strength, the power. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, just trying to calm down, and get a grip on her body. When she finally relaxed again, she leaned close to Griever and lightly punched his shoulder, in a cliche' 'girl-y punch'. She gave a small smile. "thank you." she whispered. "alright, now that the pain is dulled, how do I control it?"

"To put it simply, just focus your attention solely on the flow of your aura. The easiest way is to think of a stream. It's very important to master this skill quickly; if you don't, your aura could end up trying to flow in the opposite direction of your bloodstream. If this were to happen, it would tear you apart from the inside-out." Griever nodded and put a hand into his pocket, "A very unpleasent experience, if you know what I mean."

Syra shivered, the image not sitting well with her. "Okay, lets avoid that outcome preferably." She ran her hands up and down her arms. "Alright, lets give this a shot." She exhaled a deep breath and let her mind relax with the stream visual Griever gave her. As she relaxed, without thinking about it, she asked. "So how did you and Dex start anyways? Someone as powerful as you, with someone as kind as Dex... It just seems like an odd pairing..."

Griever's eyes flashed a vivid gold, "This is because we are complete and total opposites. I came into contact with him when he was about 45 years old; so to the human eye, he looked about 9. It's not what you think, I'm sure of this because many believe that Dex was born the same time as I and of course, vise versa. However...." He paused, his pupils narrowing, "This is not the case. I'm what you call a Condemned Ruler; sealed inside a weaker being as punishment for my crimes. To put it simply, I'm a god. Before you were even thought of, I was worshipped by many supernaturals. it would have continued this way, however a group of humes decided to disrespect the Vampire Crest. At this time, the crest had a very strong and close tie to myself. Enraged, I decended upon these humans and unleashed a world of hell upon them. Unfortunately, this displeased the elders and thus they punished me by sealing me inside of a young male vampire, Dex Kindo."

One of Syra's eyes opened. "A god? Wow..." She closed her eyes again, and took a deep breath. "Why would they punish you for punishing humans? At least I'm assuming thats what 'humes' are..." Then her mind started trying to visualize Dex as a nine year old. The image caused her to break focus and start laughing. "I'm sorry! I'm not laughing at you!"

Griever smirked, "Believe it or not, Dex as a 'child' had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. When I was sealed inside him it turned his eyes green, for the color of a hex, and his hair a jet black, for the hatred and anger that became a symbol of my rebellion." He put his hands back in his pockets and sat in mid air, "I think you've got it now. It shouldn't take long for you to master it, just the first couple minutes are difficult as you get used to it. Now your body should go on autopilot and do it all by itself..."

Syra's imagination took over, once again. 'aww he'd be soo cute!' She giggled softly at the thought. Then paused. "You read minds?" She cocked an eyebrow and looked at Griever. "I'm going to have to watch my thoughts around you..."

She smiled softly, feeling the power flowing gently though her. It felt so natural, like someone had built a dam, and she just tore it down, letting a river free. A light breeze began playing with her hair, causing loose curls to float briefly.
"So what can I do with this power?"

Griever's pupils narrowed to paper-thin lines, "You could do this, with some practice of course." He looked a bit futher behind Syra and suddenly one of the large boulders exploded into thousands of little tiny pieces.

Syra spun around, in time to see the boulder explode. "Whoa!" she knelt down to pick up a piece of the rock. "hmm." she crushed in into dust with her fist. "I'll admit, that was cool."

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