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S??????: Cavan Dolan


As Cavan walks through the woods, it strikes him that he hasn't heard a single sound other than the figure he'd briefly spoken too. No rustling of trees, no creaking of wood, no sounds of animals far off in the distance running by. He kicks at the ground and does hear the small stones he kicks skitter across the forest floor, but once they stop moving all goes silent again. Even in His presence Cavan had never experienced such complete sile-


Oh lost little thing...
She really is a delight.

Cavan whirls around to face the voice he had heard behind him. There's nothing there. The voice couldn't have been more than a few feet away from hi-


You worked so hard...


Once again directly behind him, and when he turns, once again, nothin-


And he just threw you away like a piece of trash.
FILTH

I WAS HIS FAVORED! HE WAS JUST ANGERED AT MY UTTER FAILURE! RIGHTFULLY SO! I-


Did everything ever asked of you, and even more. You've KILLED for him, without a second thought, and he can't give you the courtesy to give you a second god damned chance?


This time as he turns back around he sees a pair of light pink eyes staring back at him. A tall humanoid figure stands before him, though it's face is that of a ram, with large curled horns. The voice he had heard though was a woma-


You know I'm right. Really all I'm doing is stating facts you already know. Well guess what? I'm your second chance. Aren't you just a lucky little sprout?


She(?) leans forward and grins, reaching out with a hand and lightly touching Cavan's cheek. He's frozen in place, staring wide eyed at this thing before hi-


The one you talked to, the guy with the antlers? He's decided you're definitely worth saving, and not only that, he's decided that we need to make sure you know what's coming. So you and I are gonna take a little trip, and I'm going to show you a few things that you need to commit to memory. Got it?


Cavan realizes he's been literally gaping at this creature and shuts his mouth, nodding slowly. She takes his hand and pulls him back the direction he came.


W-wait I already came this wa-


Okay you're going to have to learn quickly, don't argue with me. I know what I'm doing, certainly more than you do.


Cavan grunts and looks to the side before gasping as between the trees he spies something, the hotel room where his targets had been staying when he attacked them! There was something strange though... something... under the bed...  a pair of eyes staring out at him. Two green piercing eyes. A book slides out from beneath the bed, pushed out by a furred, clawed hand. He turns to the creature leading him and starts to ask if she saw what he just saw but before he ca-
A gift.

No I didn't see it, because I didn't need to. You better remember whatever it was that you just saw. There's going to be a few more things before I hand you off to your next guide, so keep your eyes peeled.


He nods again, even though she's not looking back at him, and looks back over at the woods as he continues along at a brisk pace. Suddenly something else appears. He sees steel beams, a glass window in the roof, a loos pipe on the ground, an- suddenly a figure wearing a mask of deep purple and black appears before him, a flash of something silvery and thin and the whole scene disappears.
A weapon.

He looks forward once more before looking to the other side, a scene almost immediately appearing. A long hallway, longer than he'd ever seen. At the end was nothin- no, it was... Him. There was a terrible anger. A rushing of wind. Snapping of wood. Smashing of glass. More wind. Then silence. The scene was gon-
A final chance.

Alrighty Cavan, this is where you and I part ways.


He almost runs into her before stopping and looking around, trying to get his bearings. He stands at the entrance to a cave, or... no... a den? It was a hole in the side of a hill that only came up to about his hip.


Wait. That was it? I don't even know what your name i-


Fionùir, it was a pleasure to guide you this evening, Cavan. You need to go in there, you'll meet your next guide. Good luck, and don't screw up, okay? 


She walked past him and as he turned to watch her walk away, she was gone. He stood alone infront of the den for several moments before sighing and leaning down, before beginning to slowly crawl in.

????? ?th 2014

S?b???t: Cavan Dolan


Cavan lays with his head against a tree, giving a sharp cough as he wakes up abruptly, sitting up and looking around in confusion.


He has awakened somewhere in the middle of a heavily wooded area. The moon is full and casting strange shadows through the branches above him. He reaches out to the tree he had been laying against and stands up unsteadily, his muscles feeling weak, but his body now free of pain. He coughs again violently, his free hand covering his mouth before coming away, black sludge coating his hand. He grimaces and wipes his hand off on his torn shirt and steps away from the tree.
Empty yourself of his infection.

My Lord! Are you there? Please forgive me for my failure! How could I have known they would move it? You saw for yourself in D's mind that it was where the body had been... please...
He doesn't care about you.

Cavan looks around, turning slowly, not feeling his master's presence anywhere.


Cavan stops and jumps slightly as he sees a figure standing between the trees off in the distance. He realizes this isn't his master as he sees a large set of antlers rising from the head.


Who are you? Stay away! My Lo- 
Show some respect, you amadán.

Your old master can do nothing here. This is... space is mine, and I will keep you here until you know what you must do. Only then I will allow you to leave. Continue deeper into the woods, the reason I have brought you here will become evident.
I saw everything he learned. He should have done more... I should have done more...

You didn't answer me! Who are you?!


Cavan's chest constricts and his heart beat slows as his vision darkens.
Still so fragile.

I am the one whose power allowed you to be brought back from the edge. If we had not intervened, you would have died. Your master thinks you useless, but I have seen what you will do... All will end in misery, but you must continue on a new path that will be shown to you. Now go.



Cavan breathes heavily as his heart beat returns to normal. He nods and slowly turns away from the figure and walks farther into the woods, the trees seeming to close in around him as he proceeds, making progress difficult, but never impossible. Seek eolas Dhiaga.

Marc? ?th 2014

Sub-ec?: Cavan Dolan

Tiresome.
Cavan wheezes softly, every nerve screaming in pain as he slowly opens his eyes and looks around.

I do all of this, and for what?
Blackness everywhere. He feels concrete beneath his back. He attempts to lift his arm and cries out as pain shoots through his shattered elbow.

Meting out information to an empty hall.
A tall figure is standing above him, though Cavan can't see this. The antlers on it's head reach almost to his face as it watches him, doing what it can to mend broken bones and torn muscles. A sharp beak gives a soft click off to Cavan's right startling him as he looks over into the blackness, seeing nothing. Two figures with antlers, one with beak, another with fangs, both desperate to fix this broken... thing.

Everyone is already gone.
Wh-who are you? Where a-a-am I?

Only I remain.
He asks, his voice cracking and trembling from pain and confusion. The figure directly above him reaches down and places a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Until He finally gets me.
Shhh...

Till then I'll just keep telling what I know... I suppose...
Cavan flinches from the touch for a moment before he relaxes slightly and his eyes close as he falls asleep, or passes out.

March 5th 2014

Subject: Cavan Dolan


Cavan is hunched over in a pit that he has been digging for several hours. A simple wooden cross with the words "The Magus" carved onto it lies beside the hole, having been cast aside.


Cavan grumbles and curses under his breath, positioning the shovel he had bought before coming out to this place, and placing his foot firmly ontop of it before throwing his weight down ontop of it. The shovel barely moved and there was a soft 'thunk' as he hit something hollow. Cavan grinned, a glint in his eye, as he began quickly digging around the object buried beneath him, eventually throwing the shovel to the side to dig away at the sides with his bare hands.


Several minutes later he grunts and heaves the box out of the hole, before crawling out after it. He grabs the shovel and fits the lip just under the lid of the casket that he has unearthed. With a single push of the shovel he manages to crack open the lid enough to get his fingers beneath it. He struggles for a moment before, with inhuman strength, he pries the lid open with only his hands, throwing pieces of splintered wood behind him. He freezes as he sees what is in the casket... or more precisely what is not. The casket lies empty, the only thing to show that the casket contained anything in the past is a red patch of a blood stain left behind by the corpse that used to be buried in it.


Cavan's eyes twitches before he grips the side of the casket and begins screaming in rage. 
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
NO!!! THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE! THEY KNEW IT WAS HERE! THEY DIDN'T MOVE IT!!! MY LORD WOULD HAVE KNOWN! I-I CAN'T- EVEN-FUCKING-GOD DAMN IT!!! 
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
With a splintering snap he breaks several of the boards off the side of the casket, ignoring the bloody splinters embedded in his hands.


He is there beside Cavan. A heaviiiness innn thee air. Evvveeerrry ttthhhooouuuggghhhttt slowiiing to a cccrawl befooore his terrible rage. Ouuut from his lllimbs spill forth tendddrilsss, ttthrashing abooout, almost without pppurpose. HHHe lashes out at Cavan, leaviiing a long, black, jagged split up his spine. MMMore quick movements, slamming Cavan against the broken casket in rage before he tosses the broken body against a nearby tree and disappears.


Cavan sobs through broken teeth, and a shattered jaw, blood pooling in his lungs as his vision clouds, his form shuddering as death reaches out for him. You deserve to die... but...


Another form, tall, but not thin, large antlers atop a narrow head, appears before him, laying a hand on his battered body, and they both vanish. You have uses yet.