Kane hiked behind the fair dark women, through the mountain range, the soft snow, melting in their hair. The dark sky had started to brighten, the sun off in the distance. Kane had been gifted the armor of the warriors of Delega. Over his chest laid an orange jerkin and black stained chain mail. Around his waist he wore belts keeping his butcher blade in place on his lower back. Leather gauntlets were tight around his forearms joined by thick and tight leather boots over his shin and foot. It was light wait armor, allowing for quick maneuvers in battle and warmth during the winter seasons.

"We don't distance too far from Delega's tomb now, just over the hill." Eliba announced.

Kane just kept moving, giving Eliba no satisfaction of his acknowledgement. Kane wasn't exactly sure what to expect, could such a spirit, be powerful enough to come back and speak to the living? If such a thing was possible how was it done? Kane just couldn't answer the questions with science, only with one answer, magic. This world was different, were science was the priority in his world, magic seemed to make this one. What would be the end result if these worlds collided?

Kane glanced back, shortly, as Eliba took a step to the top of the mountain. It was much cooler, much more roman. Kane couldn't explain what he felt, around the mountain's top, but it was an essence of honor, and valor. The ancient mountain gave him renewed vigor. Kane concluded somethings in the world are just unexplainable.

Eliba brushed the snow of the side of the mountain peak, pointing high into the air. She glanced slowly, as she spoke soft words. Blue symbols seemed to glow, with a marvelous light, but much more different then a man made light bulb. Eliba took five good steps back, as the rock wall seemed to shift. Suddenly the wall sunk into the ground, and a stone path was revealed into the dark tomb.

"Here we are." Eliba said a smile around her face.

Kane fallowed as Eliba entered the dark tomb. The walls on the interior were carved to a nice, smooth, arc surface. The path they followed was concreated stone, light by torch light. As the continued down the path, the torches light spontaneously. Kane couldn't help but feel as if trouble was coming.

Eliba dropped her torch to the floor as a giant room was light up. The spaces room held water on the floor, going deeper as the stairs traveled lower. Across from the pool of water, was a black tomb stone, and a sword shoved into dirt of surrounding it. The water slowly drained as Eliba took a step forward, motioning for Kane to follow.

They walked further down the wet stone stairs and across the wet pathway, until they reached the tomb.

"Alright, Delega, I come before thee, Judge me to see if I be worthy to lead your hall of warriors." Eliba shouted, as she placed her hand upon the sword.

A voice echoed with in the cave, "Eliba, daughter of Gaive, and Avy. I judge ye. Kneel before my blade."

"I do as thy command Delega." Eliba said, kneeling before Delega's sword.

"Ahhhh, Eliba, you are unworthy of such a position, and all in your company as well." The voice boomed.

"But we took back the Hall, under my command! Why be I unworthy?" Eliba pleaded.

"You were the one who lost my sacred hall in the first place, from this day on; you are Eliba the Outcast, because of your weakness. I cast thee out from among me, and disown you a daughter of Delega. As for you, wanderer step forth, and place your hand upon my blade!" The voice of Delega called.

Eliba let loose the blade, taking a step back as she wallowed in her shame. Kane glanced around the room, not knowing if he should follow Delega's voice.

"Do as he says," Eliba said.

Kane gripped the blade as he stood, rapping his hand around the handle. The one edge blade suddenly became loos in his grasp, as it retracted itself from the ground.

"You wanderer, tell me your name!" Delega commanded.

"I am Kane Reuben."

"You, are hereby declared, a song of Delega. You along have I waited for, a man worthy to take my blade into his own hands. Take my sword, Ragnar, and cut your enemies down, for your enemies are mine also. I have deemed the end of the Warriors of Delega, for now on, you will carry my name into battle, that blade being my testimony." The voice echoed.

"I'm not asking for this." Kane said, trying to place the blade back into the ground.

"Will you not carry my name?" Delega said, appearing as an apparition in front of Kane.

"I will not." Kane replied.

"Will you decline my gift? My power," The transparent asked.

"I wish for only the strength to protect one." Kane replied,

"And with my sword I give you the power to protect many. This is why you are worthy." Delega responded, "No go, let the world taste of Ragnar again."

Instantly the apparition vanished, the blade rejected from the ground. Kane swung the sword round, finding a red glow of ruins carved into the sword's blade. At the base of the tomb laid the sword's sheath. Kane lowered his body to investigate the fine sheath as he heard movement behind him.

Suddenly Ragnar met Eliba's blade, as Kane looked in surprise.

"I will kill you Kane Reuben, and claim the Ragnar for myself. I must do what I have to, to keep my group alive."Eliba strived to explain.

"No, you don't. Let me give you the blade, no blood shed, has to be spilt."

"I cannot be found worthy of it, until you die by my hand." Eliba explained, slashing at Kane's head.

Kane parried her slash kicking Eliba in the knee. Eliba cried in pain as her shin splintered. Kane then gave her a full body punch, across the face knocking the women unconscious. The man leaned over, lifting the woman's blade, and tossing it into the wall. Yalin was his top priority now; he had to rush back to her, before Eliba awoke.

Yalin laughed and feasted along with the rest of the Warriors of Delega. She was unaware of what Kane had just done, but something made her uneasy about the friendly group. It had been a day and a half sense she last saw the rugged man. The group had already cleaned the hall, restoring it to its former glory. The group had already explained, that they had mourned the death of their comrades' days before they had met Kane and Yalin.

Even though Kane had all the equipment he needed, Yalin still yet worried, Kane was all she had, even if she didn't completely trust him. The women of the Delega Warriors had given her a dagger, and trained her slightly in the arts, of what little one can learn in half a day. Yalin knew Kane probably would disagree to this, but decided she wanted to protect herself. She had been gifted a dress also, from the kind folk, and her hair was redone. Her hair came down slightly past her shoulder blades, no longer curly from her curling iron back home.

Galivan looked out the window, cheering as he drank his ale. "Look folks! The sun's going down!"

"Is that late already" a scratchy women's voice spoke up.

Yalin didn't even know what they were saying, which was why she felt uncomfortable. She could tell that Galivan was drunk, and the twins, were getting there. She didn't know how much longer she had to deal with this. She knew that at least with Kane, she didn't have to deal with drunkenness. Kane refused to drink, claiming it killed brain cells, and harmed his physical performance.

Kane's facial hair seemed frozen in the blizzard he now traveled through, his hair hold snow, as he leaned his cold dying body against a tree. Even with the Jerkin, he was catching hypothermia. His eyes started to dim on him as he struggled through the knee deep snow. The night's stars seemed to glow down on him, trying to keep him from moving. He had been traveling none stop, and had gotten caught in the blizzard, just a few miles off from the Hall.

Kane glanced around, as the storm got progressively worse. Breathing heavily he pushed on, charging through the snow, as fast as he could, grunting as he struggled. Kane knew one thing, he would not die today, and he wouldn't die while Yalin's life was in potential danger. The girl was still in her twenties, she had a good hundred plus years to her life. Kane couldn't fail her now, and he couldn't fail himself.

Yalin stirred as she tried to sleep, she had a bad feeling, and she didn't know why. Something was scratching at her, a strange feeling keeping her awake. She just hoped that Kane would be there in the morning. Galivan sat at the bench still drinking ale, barely able to keeping himself sitting strait. Yalin closed her eyes once more trying to get some rest.

Kane saw the light in the distance; it was the Hall of Delega. His ears were beat red, and his body covered in snow. He exhaled as he rushed through the snow, until he was inches away from the door. Kane glanced both ways, looking for another way in. He traced the perimeter looking through the windows to find Yalin's room.

A hand suddenly reached over Yalin's mouth, as the rugged man turned her over to meet him. Kane's blood shot eyes, and snow covered face spoke volumes. His heavy panting, gave Yalin distress.

"We need to go now!" Kane whispered.

"What's wrong, what happened?" Yalin asked.

Kane shushed her, "Keep your voice down."

Yalin nodded, as Kane looked out her cracked door way. Galivan sat slung over the table, drunken to sleep. Kane kept his sights on the bulky man, as Yalin gathered her things.

"Bring things to keep you warm, there is a blizzard out there." Kane said, leaning his head back to Yalin.

"What?" Yalin whispered, "Then why take me out there?"

"I will explain later. For now do as I say or we might both end up dead." Kane responded.

Yalin grabbed her bag, stuffing it full of blankets. She glanced back up at Kane, as she threw over a heavy wool poncho.

"I'm ready." Yalin said.

"Good. You know where their food and water is?" Kane asked.

"Yeah, why," Yalin inquired.

"Show me," Kane said as he opened the crack door.

Yalin pointed towards a bucket where Kane leaped towards. He filled two skin cantinas, before filling another bag with bread. He stopped suddenly, glancing at Galivan.

"Let's go before the big guy wakes up."

"Yeah, okay," Yalin said, worry in her eyes.

Kane suddenly stopped, and grabbed a hooded jerkin and examined it.

"Put this on to, it's cold outside." Kane replied.

Eliba lifted her body off the cold stone floor. She moved her jaw, trying to fix the pain, but to no avail. She suddenly shivered, the cold mountain air filling the tomb, chilling her to the bone. Coming to her senses, she leaped instantly pulling her sword from the wall. She hurried to the door way, the snow, coming into the tomb a good half foot. In the snow were she gazed, were fading foot prints, Kane was at least three hours ahead of her. She needed to get the Hall before he faded into the world. She would track that man down, and kill him.

Kane glanced back every now and then, as he watched the young woman rub her arms in the freezing blizzard. Kane himself was frozen, frost bit nipping at his finger tips and toes. He ignored ever aching tired bone in his body, but saw that the girl was have more troubles at it. He knew he had to get off the mountain.

"Yalin come closer to me!" Kane yelled, stopping for a moment.

Yalin approached as Kane took off his orange jerkin throwing it over the young woman. The wind cut deep into his skin, touching his bones, he was freezing. His arms beard the blizzard weather, which seemed to get better with every step.

"Is that better?" Kane asked.

"A little," Yalin said giving a forced smile.

The snow seemed to suddenly stop all at once, as they traveled down a few more feet, reaching a curve in the road they had followed to reach the Hall of Delega. Kane felt relief enter his heart as he gave a puff of cold air from his chest. Yalin smiled as she to notice the storm's absence. The early morning sun showing through the dark storming clouds was all the sign the two weary travelers needed for relief.

It was late in the after new when Kane stopped at a forest clear. They had circled around the campsite the Warriors of Delega, three hours ago. Yalin understood that when Kane stopped it meant they were stopping for camp.

"Right here," Yalin questioned.

"As good a spot as any," Kane replied, "I'm going to collect some wood for a shelter."

It took Kane only five minutes to come back with logs, and branches of ever sort. He then began to build a small shelter, throwing brush on top the logs and branches leaned against a tree, and on the floor of where they would lay. After the completion of the shelter, Kane sat at the entry way snoozing off.