Long intro because I've been gone:

I'm back after ten months of not updating. This was discontinued for awhile… I had written the beginning of this at least a week ago and I just now finished it. This is one of the last chapters. Amaranth the Immortal, you just reviewed right as I was writing it… I thank you for your kind review, and I do hope I don't disappoint you with this chapter. It's going to seem quick, but that's because it's a battle scene.

It was discontinued because I had stopped playing Runescape for so long and I just lost interest in it… but now I've come back to see it as a story and I'm going to complete it. And I have gotten back on Runescape, too. I'm now level 68. XD I'm on at random times for mostly short periods of times. If you feel like talking, just add me and I might be on. (name for RS: warrioraayla) I'm now a senior in High School, so I'm going to be busy this year!

Please note my battles do not follow the Runescape battlying system totally… I make up my own ways to use magic, so… yes. If you have a complaint about how it's not "Runescape" then I'm sorry. I tried to make this story more lifelike!

Onto the story, FINALLY! Enjoy!

Gazing at the scene before him, Tekachi didn't let himself have any emotion on his face. He only gazed and no one asked why. Men and women headed left and right, carrying weapons and barking orders at each other, and soon Tekachi watched them line up in a perfect formation. He watched Whisper pass by him several times and ignored her look when she looked at him in question. He sighed and guessed it was time to get moving.

"Tekachi," Whisper said, holding out her hand in front of his face. "Time to go. You're coming with my father's division to the field and your army is following."

"Heh," Tekachi took her hand in his and stood up quickly. "I suppose so. Are you ready?"

"Have you not noticed the armor?" Whisper smiled at him. She pointed down to her arm guards and her dragon spirit armor. "My father prepared this especially for me…" she pulled him along to a tent, which was empty except for one shield. "And this is for you. It's a dragon shield, which I hope you'll use. It's better than your rune one."

Tekachi picked up the dragon shield and admired the sleek red covering. "This is rare to get, though back at my castle we have dragon armor stored away. Most likely they'll be used with the shades," he said sullenly.

Whisper nodded. "We're expecting the worst. But now it's time to go, Tekachi."

Tekachi gave a nod and let himself be pulled along. Captain Vess gave a crisp nod towards Tekachi as he got on his horse and without a word, Captain Vess moved everyone foreword. Silence followed their footsteps as the battle field got closer.

"Here he is," Tekachi said quietly. "He's here."

Captain Vess stopped his voice and his eyes narrowed. "Where is he now?"

"He's in front of us," Whisper said, seeing a body form in front of them. It was a dark mist which appeared with the same appearance as Tekachi, except an older version. Master Tekachi grinned at the Captain and at Tekachi, then he rested his eyes on Whisper.

"I see my plan fell together all too well," Master Tekachi laughed. "Indeed it has. And on the battle field of the grave of your mother, Tekachi! I couldn't think of a better place."

"It's a better place to set your grave beside my mothers," Tekachi called out. He kicked his horse lightly, moving it foreword. "Nothing is left for you as all you lead now is an army of Shades."

"Who needs anyone else to follow me now if it's only Shades?" Master Tekachi said. "Come, my boy. My army can't wait for a fight."

"Then it's a fight you will get!" Captain Vess called out. "Lady Aay! You know what to do!"

"Right!" Aay said, holding her hand out towards Master Tekachi. "Split!"

Tekachi didn't have to look behind him to know that the full army ran to double its length as it approached Master Tekachi, who had held up a hand in the air and called out the Shades, who appeared behind him in black forming mist. Tekachi gritted his teeth; the Shades had at least five hundred more than their army. That would be no matter if each person in their army could take out at least five each, but there's the risk of them losing their lives too. It was risky, but it could work.

But for now, Tekachi was on his own. He calmed himself and let all thoughts fall from his mind: he got off his horse, along with the other people in his command. Leela stood beside him and she too was ridding herself of emotions. They breathed deeply and let themselves disappear from sight.

He swung his sword at the nearest shade and it went clean through, making the shade burst into a black blood and it dripped to the ground in a pour. His men and women were dancing around him, their swords making silent sounds as they cut through air and a thunderous clang was made when met with a shade's blade. Whisper had joined alongside Tekachi, holding her sword ready, swinging it at any shade coming her way. Her father was leading his men through the shades, forcing their horses to break through the line the shades had. Tekachi didn't hold his mind over there; his thoughts were on his sword. His feet.

Whisper was currently looking around for Master Tekachi and she found him standing at the farthest edge from the battlefield, not moving at all, just watching the battle play out beside him. Thank goodness we have men waiting to be called on, Whisper thought. It'll take a lot of us to defeat this army, and Master Tekachi. She took off at a full run at the shade running towards her. She jumped and kicked the shade in the face before it could swing its sword, then it disappeared in a mist and formed behind Whisper, holding its sword high. Whisper had been expecting this. She simply twirled around and swung her swords at the legs; the shade crumpled to the ground, and she hacked its head off and didn't have time to watch it turn into blood.

Leela joined Whisper's side and together they took on a group of five shades, decked out in full armor from head to toe. Together they aimed for their weak spots beneath the arms and the backside, their swords collecting the black blood that the shades shed. Dusty was with his men to their right; they had broken through a thick line of shades guarding the generals of the shades, dancing their way around the shades.

But Whisper reminded herself that this was war. Left and right she had to step over bodies of faces she had known or didn't recognize; she slid in the blood of her fallen comrades. Shades hacked a persons' arm or leg off, then decapitated them so they would die. Tekachi had drifted away from Whisper and was fighting some shades on his own, his feet leaving grass uprooted as he swerved around the shades. Whisper couldn't help but looking at Tekachi, looking at him in wonder as he seemed to disappear from sight as he fought.

Tekachi knew they had cut through enough for the second part of the battle to start. He raised his hand and cried "Wizards!" in a booming voice, and he quickly whipped out the water runes that he kept in his pockets. Everybody else was whipping out the water runes that they had with them and they quickly performed a spell to work out a ball of water that they held in front of them in the air. They held it above them as the Wizards held up their staffs and brought forth fire from their staffs, aiming it at shades left and right.

The shades were prepared for this. Some shades swung their swords round in order to put out the fire just from a harsh blow of air; some worked magic and drowned out the fire, and some were caught unprepared. Tekachi and the others whipped their water around them at any fire streak that came for them, and also used it to attack any shade around them.

After awhile the Wizards stopped their attack and they drifted onto the battle field, fighting with smaller attacks. Tekachi aimed the last ball of water at a shade and let the water create a harsh force when it landed against the shade so it blew its arm off, letting Tekachi have the opportunity to kill it. Lady Aay had worked herself to the side of the battlefield with Patrick at her side, and together they created a strong force that destroyed Shades in their way. They protected one another's backs, making it almost impossible for one to get hurt.

The battle droned on. Captain Vess was now watching from the sidelines, commanding the generals to send their men to certain places, trying to plan the perfect way to defeat the shades. Whisper eventually fell back and stopped to catch her breath; she knew this would draw well into the night, even into the morning. She would save her energy… she was just lucky to have survived this long. She walked to her father and watched the battle with him, giving her own suggestions to where the men should be sent. Eventually they moved up as the Shades had been pushed back, and the hours of fighting continued.

Whisper heard a slight brush in the wind, and she let herself move without any thought. The shade that appeared before Captain Vess was dead before it even had the time to fully materialize by Whisper's sword through its neck. She wiped off the blood on the grass, shaking her head.

Dawn eventually came and that was when Whisper wished she had been more careful. She didn't realize the situation before it happened: it just did. She had taken one step foreword and with that one step she realized she was in a different place, a brick room with nothing in it, except some light coming from a window. There wasn't even a door and the window looked sealed shut.

Her father appeared in front of her and Whisper took a step toward him hesitantly. "Where are we?" she asked, her voice raw from yelling from battle.

"I don't…" her father started, then chocked. Blood dribbled out from the corner of his mouth; he looked down at his chest, seeing a sword through it. Whisper watched horrified as he crumpled to the ground, his breath gone before his head hit the floor. Master Tekachi stood behind her father's limp form, the bloody sword in his hand.

"Not much of a leader, is he?" He said, his voice mocking.

"What…" Whisper had a hard time forming words, less thinking of them.

"You know those special events you get?" Master Tekachi said, grinning widely. His black eyes twinkled from the light. "Consider it one of these. You've been chosen."

Whisper felt a sharp pain go through her chest. She looked down with darkening vision at the sword in her chest. Master Tekachi twisted the sword in a complete circle, ripping her lungs in half. She didn't have time to feel the blood in her mouth; she knew she was dead as she hit the ground and thought nothing more.

"Hey, Tekachi," Leela panted when she caught up with Tekachi, who was leaning up against a tree, catching his breath. "You might want to head back to Captain Vess. Something happened to Whisper and he can't figure out what's happening."

"Is she hurt?" Tekachi asked, bolting straight up. He took off in a sprint, using almost the last of his energy. He didn't bother waiting for Leela's answer. Running at full speed, he jumped over the bodies and in a few minutes Captain Vess was in his sight, and he stopped beside his horse. "Where's Whisper?"

Captain Vess looked back and pointed, a worried look on his aged face. "There, by that tree. She screamed and fainted, and now we can't get her to wake up." He looked back at Tekach. "Do anything you can to help her."

"I'll try," Tekachi said, then ran to Whisper, who was being guarded by Sliver and Kag, who both shared the same grim expression. They nodded appreciatively towards Tekachi, then turned their attention back to what they were doing. Tekachi kneeled down next to Whisper and placed a hand on her cheek. It was ice cold. He looked at her strained eyes, the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. "What's happening to you, Whisper?" Her hair was strewn out around her, messy from the fight. Her breath was ragged and short, and her body twitched slightly every few moments.

"She's in a trance," Tekachi sighed. "She's caught in it and she's being tortured in the trance. If she doesn't wake up soon, her body will start to think it's really happening and will shut itself down. I've seen this done, just once. I forget by whom, but it had been a friend who I was training. We guessed it was a shade, but only one very powerful could do this."

"Then who was it?" Sliver asked, wiping a dirty hand through his hair.

"My father, most likely. It's his way of acting," Tekachi shook his head. "It's a coward way of acting, Father!" he called out, knowing his father would be able to hear him.

He blinked, then found he was where Whisper was in the trance. It was a brick room where Whisper was laying on the ground, her hands held against her chest. Tekachi quickly kneeled down and placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking her. "Whisper!"

Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, her eyes hazy. "Ugh," she groaned and attempted to sit up. She looked down at her chest and laid a hand tenderly against it. "Hey…"

"You're in a trance," Tekachi said. "My father brought you in here. He made you see things that weren't true."

"Then how did you get in my trance?" Whisper asked, rubbing her forehead.

Tekachi pulled her into his arms lightly, running a hand through her hair. He sighed. "I take after my father. I was able to do this once when I tried to save my friend who was in a trance. I just… I don't know. I pull myself into what you're seeing."

Whisper nodded against his shoulder. "I'm exhausted."

"Heh. Me too."

"How do we get out of this trance?" Whisper asked, pulling away from Tekachi. She looked up at him and wiped a splatter of blood on his forehead away with the back of her hand. "We're still here."

"Somebody needs to wake us up," Tekachi said. All the sudden he Whisper disappeared from front of him and he found himself out of the trance, a cold metal pressed against his neck. He found he had collapsed on Whisper and he shook her hand slightly that he was holding. It was enough to wake her up and she woke up with a gasp. He let his eyes travel up to the malicious eyes of his father and he lifted himself slowly, this sword still to his neck.

Whisper sat up and took another harsh intake of air, noticing the limp forms of Kag and Sliver lying on the ground. "You…"

"I didn't kill them, yet," Master Tekachi said. "You should be grateful, Lady Vess."

Tekachi flicked his wrist and knocked away the sword with the dagger he was now holding. The speed he had gone at was incredible. He had felt his own arm disappear and materialize in front of the sword, and he decided to use that speed. He pushed his father away by stepping closer, and then let himself disappear in the air and appear in front of his father. He pushed him against the tree, holding a dagger against his throat, his hand clenching his father's hand, holding the sword away.

"You've realized the shade power that you hold," Master Tekachi gasped out against the pressure of the blade. "I'm proud. Make your father even more proud, Tekachi."

"I will," Tekachi growled, holding the blade closer. "By killing you."

"You'll have to show me your ability in battle first, son," Master Tekachi replied, then disappeared in a black dust. He appeared ten feet away from Tekachi, sword held ready. "Come."

Tekachi sheathed his dagger and took hold of his sword. He took a stance, taking a deep breath.

"I'll fight, too," Whisper said. She took a defensive stance as she stood by Tekachi, a determined look on her face.

"It's my fight," Tekachi shook his head, speaking his words quietly. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"I don't want you to get hurt, either," Whisper replied back. She gripped the handle of her sword harder. "If we're ever going to work out our relationship, we might as well find out if we work together."

"Are you sure you want to be together with a half shade?" Tekachi said, a light smile on his lips.

"I'd rather be with no one else other than you." Whisper spoke her words with truth. "Believe me, trust me, fight with me. It's our fight."

"Heh," Tekachi shook his head. His father was standing there, a smirk on his face, waiting for them to sort everything out. "It was originally my fight from the beginning."

"I was automatically added when you captured me. Remind me to battle you next when we're done with this. You need to learn your lesson."

At this Tekachi grinned. "Deal." His face turned grim and he took a step forward. "Get ready."

"I'm ready when you are," Whisper said, nodding her head, her eyes locking with Tekachi's. They both stepped forward and then they both went opposite directions, using their speed to catch Master Tekachi off guard.

Master Tekachi had whipped out another sword and blocked both of their attacks, and Tekachi broke sword contact and aimed for an opening at his neck and Whisper aimed for the knee, which Master Tekachi parried against both. He was apparently well mastered in magic – magic dripped off the sword, clinging around the swords. Water shot out from the tip of the sword, wrapping itself about Tekachi's arm. It burned into his skin as it used pressure to cut through, but he ignored it and countered with his own magic, fire dripping from his sword. He rammed it at his father and Tekachi leaned back far enough to miss it. Whisper whipped out her leg and caught it around Master Tekachi's knee and yanked him to the ground. He disappeared and reappeared behind Whisper, and she quickly dodged to the left as she heard the sword cutting through the air towards her.

Tekachi willed himself to disappear like his father and stood in front of him, locking swords. His father held his two swords in front of him like a V, fire melting like lava off the sword. Tekachi had worked out an air spell around his sword which was held between the swords, which waved off any fire that came close. Tekachi hadn't realized that they had appeared at least forty feet from Whisper and he was by himself against his father this round. He wrestled his father for a few seconds, straining with all his strength against the two swords.

His father's hands started to turn black, which he cursed at. Tekachi found it easier to push against him as his father seemed weakened, and he pushed him back with one final thrust. His father landed on the ground, dropping one sword, and awkwardly holding his other hand, which had black skin crawling up his arm. His skin melted onto his bones, leaving his arm totally black and skeletal. Tekachi looked down at his father, a little speechless. His father was decaying in front of him…

"This… isn't… over… yet…" Master Tekachi said, his jaw now skeletal. He was turning into a full shade, Tekachi realized. His eyes changed black and they turned into a black dust and faded away. Lifeless, black eye sockets looked at Tekachi.

Tekachi held up his sword and held it to his father's neck. He yanked it through, but found he hit empty air. His father was directly in front of him, his face inches away from his. Tekachi gasped and jolted when he felt a quick stab in his gut and he looked down, bringing his left hand to his stomach where his father's sword was. He grabbed hold of the blade and slowly pulled it out, wrestling against the faded strength of his father. He coughed out blood as he yanked the sword out slowly.

His father fell to his knees. The change to a shade have obviously weakened him, Tekachi thought sullenly. He ignored the blood pouring out of his stomach as he brought the sword once again to his father's neck.

"End it," his father growled.

"Gladly." Tekachi yanked it through and watched as his father's black blood rained down on the ground, and then he felt himself fall to his knees. He heard Whisper cry out, he felt her wrap her hands around his stomach and lower him to the ground, he felt her hands against his cheek, but he didn't see her. His eyes were in the darkness and he felt lightless…

He woke up with a jerk and looked around him.

Grey stone walls surrounded him… the place where he had found in Whisper's trance.

He stood up slowly, noticing that he had no wounds and that his clothes were not ripped from battle. He looked at the stone wall and cringed, not wanting to know why he was there. He went to the wall and laid his hand against the stone wall. It was cold. He leaned his forehead against it, taking a deep breath. Somehow he had gotten into a trance, and when he would wake up… he would be dead. It would then impossible for me to wake up, huh… Tekachi leaned against the wall, sinking to the ground.

The room was cold.

Maybe this was his hell after defeating his father.

To stay here and rot.

Despair clouded his mind and he held his head in his hands.

He could only think of one word:

Whisper.