Though his skin was now red, Jordan recognized Furia immediately.

He had met him once before, only then, he had no name. Then, he was only the creature. The creature who destroyed his life.

"I killed you!" Jordan stood up, his fists clenching. He remembered the creature's dying face as he drove his sword through its chest, his home falling in flaming fragments around them. If the sword hadn't killed him, the collapsing roof above him would have.

"Hmm, yes I suppose you did." Furia replied, looking about as if the whole "death" thing bored him.

Jordan's eyes narrowed.

Furia sighed.

"Honestly, I don't like talking about that day, it was quite a poor performance on my part." He droned, as if talking about a play.

"You bastard!" Jordan screeched, gripping his sword.

"Jordan!"

Jordan froze in place, Ianite's voice washing over him like freezing water, causing him to gasp aloud in shock.

"My..Lady." Jordan choked out in surprise.

He had expected her to want Furia dead, so why would she stop Jordan from doing so?

He turned to her in hurt confusion, and her expression softened.

"He is different from the last time you fought him, Jordan. Have you not noticed?"

Furia laughed, his head flying back as his skin rippled like flames.

"Very good!" He chortled. "Listen to your girlfriend little boy. That temper of yours could burn down another tree."

Fury bubbled in Jordan's stomach, but he was more wary now. He studied Furia closer.

Furia shook his head sadly when Jordan didn't rise to the provacation.

"Do I really have to explain myself?" He asked. "Mianite surely told you about me."

Jordan didn't reply, but Furia went on, planting his feet on the ground and stepping towards Jordan.

"I was the greatest of Dianite's generals! I led armies and stood by the throne of a god. Heck, I practically am one!" He grinned, spreading his arms as if Jordan should be delighted at this thought.

"But then," his grin disappeared. "When milord was cast away, I was taken by that retched Mianite as a "prisoner of war"." He said the last words with contempt. "Like there even was one."

He looked at Jordan as if he expected compassion or pity, but there was none in Jordan's features.

"That wretched Mianite stripped me of my power, my titles, and even my voice!" He continued, trying to get some emotion out of Jordan, but was only mer with a cold stare.

"I liked it better when you couldn't talk." Jordan replied darkly.

Suddenly Furia was on top of Jordan, his hands pulling Jordan's hair down towards the ground, knocking the air out of Jordan as he slammed into the hardened earth.

"And I liked it better when I had you pinned, helpless with my blade stuck to your pig throat." He hissed, his hand pulling harshly at Jordan's hair.

"Enough!" Ianite cried.

A horrible tremor rocketed through Furia, causing him to leap off Jordan with a howl of pain. Jordan gasped in relief.

She strode towards Furia as he growled, her eyes ablaze.

"Leave." She hissed, swinging her arm at him as though to cut through him with her hand. However, where her hand touched Furia, his body dissolved into thick, red mist.

Furia howled in pain and fury as he dissapated, leaving the area deafeningly quiet in his absence.

Jordan looked wide-eyed at the spot Furia had been, his anger forgotten as amazement flooded it out.

"How did you-" However, Jordan stopped abruptly as Ianite's legs gave out from beneath her.

He rushed as fast as he could to her side, catching her just before her face hit the soil.

"My Lady.." he said in a soft voice, his face inches from hers as he cradled her limp form.

Banishing Furia must have been the final straw. He noticed in horror that her robes were once again tattered, her body flickering like an old television set. Her hair, like violet and silk, had become a stringy, nearly brown, broken mess. Her skin was sallow and her eyes were sunken in, leaving a dark ring around her now glowing, crimson eyes. However, to Jordan's surprise, he noticed a flicker of blue in her eyes and a small look of peace on her face.

"Forgive me, Jordan." She whispered. "But this temporary body will not last much longer. My energy-"

Jordan shook his head furiously, and Ianite smiled faintly in reassurance.

"At least tell me where you are!" He begged desperately, but Ianite shook her head.

"Nor even I know the answer to that." she said tiredly. "All I know is that my captor is not one to be taken lightly."

"Who's your captor?"

She looked up at him oddly.

"Have you not figured that out by now?" She frowned.

Before Jordan could reply, her image flickered violently and her form seemed to melt, sifting through Jordan's fingers like sand, leaving a pile of silvery violet dust.

Jordan stared numbly at his hands where she had been moments before, Nade's blood, now brown, staining them. Was the answer so obvious? He sifted through his memories, trying to fit the pieces together to no avail.

A small moan brought Jordan out of his thoughts. He looked sheepishly back at Tom who still laid where, enraged by Furia, he had dropped him.

As he looked at Tom, it finally hit him. Was he really that slow? Jordan's chest went cold as he realized where his Lady was.

His Lady was with Dianite.

It all made sense! The only way Dianite could ever overpower his brother, he would have to break the balance...literally.

"Oh, dude! My head is killin' me!" Tom's cry interrupted Jordan's thoughts.

He looked up at Jordan with dreary eyes, giving him a droopy smile.

"I just had the most f*cked up dream." Tom groaned. "You were there, and Tucker was there, and dude, I even dreamt Ianite was there!"

Jordan looked sadly down at Tom.

"Sorry to break it to you, but the dream is real right now."

Tom furrowed his eyebrows, and then looked around for the first time. He took in the crumpled bodies, the bags of gold, and the blood staining the grass.

"Sh*t." Tom breathed, slowly looking up at Jordan, eyes wide.

Jordan buried his hands nervously in his pockets, looking away from Tom's prying eyes.

"Did I.. did I seriously call you Sparkles?"

Jordan looked incredulously at Tom.

"After all of this, that's what you're the most shocked over?"

"Well I mean, it's such a sh*tty nickname, and-"

"I died!" Tucker cried out, surprising the two as he sat up, staring ruefully at Tom. "And you're upset you couldn't come up with a better nickname?"

Tom frowned at Tucker, clicking disapprovingly.

"Dude, you should really stop focusing on the past."

"It was nearly 20 minutes ago!"

"Past is in the past." Tom repeated in a sing-song voice.

"So was calling Jordan Sparkles!"

"Hey, death is temporary, names are eternal."

"That doesn't make any f*cking sense, Thomas!"

Jordan sighed in relief. He really couldn't understand these two.

"Guys, chill!" Sonja interjected suddenly. "Look at Jordan."

Jordan looked at Sonja in surprise, as sid the other two. In all the commotion, none had noticed her wake up.

Jordan shifted uncomfortably as they all turned to stare at him.

"What do I have something on my face?" He joked, then flinched as he realised he did have something on his face. He noticed Tom cringe as well, seeing the blood on Jordan's cheek and understanding where it came from.

"No." Sonja interjected, saving him from Tom's pained face. "It's your arm."

Confused, Jordan turned to look his arm and yelped when he noticed he was on fire.

"What the-" Jordan cried, shaking his arm frantically.

" Jordan! Stop! Stop!" Sonja cried, running up to him and grabbing his arm. "Look! It doesn't hurt, does it?"

Jordan paused. She was right. There was nothing, not even a warm tickle.

"Pull off your jacket." Sonja said quietly.

Jordan didn't ask why. Quickly, he peeled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, turning so that his arm faced Sonja.

There was a collective gasp through the clearing, Tom and Tucker stepping towards Jordan carefully to get a better look.

"So that's what it looks like." Sonja muttered reverently.

Jordan looked down at his arm, and for the first time that day, he smiled.

His Lady had finally accepted him.

A/N

And then Jordan errupted into a ball of fire and deaded.

The end!

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No?

Seriously, nobody?

Dang.

Welp, thank you guys for nearly 13k reads! Geez, that's crazy! You guys are crazy! I'm crazy! And I love it!

Im thinking about starting another fanfic on something else because my updating skills are already so great... yeah maybe not.

Though if any of you are interested in a Robin fic, I'd be happy to try!

Anyways, school is great. I hate physics, the end.

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And I think that's it!

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