Passing out a lot isn't too great for your head, in case you didn't know that already.

The random bouts of pain no longer always caused him to black out, but falling over in a spasm of pain still caused you to hit several things you don't want to hit in places you never want to be hit.

Sonja helped him up from his last fit, her face full of worry as Jordan spit distastefully into the grass, leaving a stain of red in the sea of green.

"You know, I don't believe I'll ever be quite used to this." Jordan muttered jokingly, as he stood up, dusting himself off.

"I'd lock you in an asylum if you were." Sonja said.

Jordan chuckled, causing Sonja to give a small smile, though concern still encompassed her face.

It had been only two weeks since he had become Ianite's follower, but he felt he had aged several years. His body was shakey and unstable. Sonja and Tucker seemed to never leave his side, treating him as though he was fragile, and honestly, he was beginning to feel that way.

However, what made it worse was that Ianite, his Lady, was in an even worse situation. Though she had not said so, the pain was defenitely far greater for her than it was for him. He wanted so desperately to be able to help, to free her, but neither her nor Mianite had spoken to him since his initial fit.

He was thankful he had work to distract him from his thoughts. Since he knew Tom wouldn't be too keen to see him for a while, Jordan had to find a place to stay now that he was a permenant resident. In fact, it seemed Sonja and Tucker had been thinking ahead of him. Once he had been able to get out of bed, they revealed that he had in fact been staying in the upstairs room of a long since abandoned house that Tucker and Sonja had been repairing out of boredom before Jordan's arrival. It seemed the priest was quite put out at the thought of giving up his bed again to jordan, and thus Tucker and Sonja had brought him here.

It was a large, hilltop estate overlooking the sea. The house itself was made of a pale, yellowish wood that Tucker had indentified as birch wood. The roofing was composed of a gleaming white stone that resembled marble. Windows wrapped around the two story building like walls, completely exposing the inside of the house, but that didn't bother Jordan. He quite liked the view and all of the furniture so far seemed to be white, so there was no danger of sunbleaching. The front pillars were made of a dark spruce wood that somehow blended naturally with the house. The house still needed a lot of repair, but it was now his.

They promised they would get it finished on their own soon, but Jordan refused to be useless. He stepped out onto the porch stretching over the side of the hill, overviewing the bright, sapphire blue of the ocean.

"I should build a pool here." He muttered thoughtfully.

"Well you might want railing first." Tucker said, walking up behind him, startling Jordan. His senses weren't as good as they used to be.

"True." Jordan nodded, composing himself. "But don't you think it would be cool to have a pool that when you went underwater, you could see out over the edge?" Jordan said wistfully.

"Yeah, that's great." Tucker looked around nervously. "Now how about we go in? It's a little dangerous out here with your... condition."

Condition??

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Jordan turned on Tucker, feeling his temper rising.

"Woah." Tucker lifted his arms in a gesture of peace, his eyes frightened. "I'm just concerned."

Jordan looked at Tucker for a moment, his breathing slightly ragged. Then, suddenly, his anger melted as quickly as it came, realizing in horror that his hand had been gripped around the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist that tucker had given him.

"Oh gods, sorry, I just.."

"It's okay, buddy." Tucker pat him on the back before turning back towards the door. "Now hurry up, Sonja made pie and it's puumpkin!" Tucker drew out that last word in a sing-song voice as he skipped inside.

Jordan nodded, but didn't follow for another minute, continuing to stare out over the view. It bothered him how easily he seemed to lose his calm recently, constantly snapping at people and falling into a bad mood. He had nearly punched Sonja when she suggested he lie down and apologized for hours when he had calmed down despite her reassurances. The two didn't seem to be as concerned about this as they were with his fits. They wrote them off simply as tension from seeing someone in so horrid a position.

Yes, seeing Ianite in her condition had made him distraught, but he felt as though there was another reason behind his mood swings. Or maybe, he was simply making excuses for his own insanity.

Sighing, Jordan turned away from the view and headed inside towards the welcoming smell of food.

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Dianite could feel his power growing. Soon, he would be able to free himself of his prison. He would be able to see his dear older brother again.

Dianite grinned at that last thought. Oh yes, he would make sure Mianite understood how much Dianite had missed him.

Things were going perfectly. The boy had turned out to be less of a problem than he had originally thought. In fact, Dianite thought it funny how little the child's little act had helped. It had only brought about his own suffering. Perhaps the boy even resented the goddess now, that would be a blow to the witch's pride.

He chuckled, imagining her face as she lost her only hope of salvation in two hundred years.

I know what you did.

Dianite looked up in surprise, grinning as Ianite's voice resonated in his head.

"Ah, it seems the boy did help out a bit. It's been a while since you've had the power to contact me." Dianite purred.

You reflected my curse on him.

"I did nothing of the sort." Dianite replied. "It was the boy who decided his fate, I simply helped him learn the consequences."

What are you trying to accomplish by hurting him? Do you feel threatened, oh great one, by a mere human?

"Oo, someone gets a little power boost and is suddenly cocky once again."

Do not involve him.

"Do you truly believe that it's my fault the boy chose you?" Dianite raised his eyebrows, though he knew she could not see him. "I had hoped he would have more sense and listen to Syndicate, but alas. The boy's heart was too corrupted by the words of our dear brother, and it's quite entertaining to think of the pathetic attempts he'll try to make to save you."

The boy will not save me.

Dianite's smile grew wider.

"Ah, scare him off already? That's just like you, my dear."

Says the one who has to trick their followers into believing in them.

Dianite froze.

You think that I do not know? About the Thomas boy.

"Syndicate is a boy I saved from a curse. I helped him! Is that not an honorable thing?" Dianite's temper was rising.

I would not describe your actions as "honorable". If you're so confident in your ability, how about you tell dear Syn the truth. Tell him how his sister-

"Enough! I've heard enough of your babble, sister." Dianite hissed the last word venemously, forcefully cutting the link before the witch could say any more.

Soon, her and her spiteful tongue would be gone, and he took pleasure in that thought.

And then, Dianite would rise.

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A/N

So who here likes physics?

How about advanced physics?

Yeah, me neither.

However, through an accident I'm now registered for that class next year and thus have plenty of loverly summer work to do. ;-;

However, the good news for you guys is that when I have work, I choose to procrastinate.

And when I procrastinate, chapters are written.

And when chapters are written, happy followers are made.

And all is well except for the fact that I now have tons of notes and reports due in a couple days. ;-;

Well, stay whelmed my friends! (I will love you if you get that reference)

~Turtle