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"Paul? . . . " I whispered opening the door slightly to peer inside . I starred in awe quietly as it looked like a museum . . . . hundreds and hundreds of things on shelves and glass cabinets with the source of the smell coming deep within the room .
Curiosity getting the better of me as always I silently slipped into room taking care not to open the door too much . It was truly amazing . . . I guess this is Paul's personal treasure trove of items and equipment . . . . . Slowly I made my way deeper into the room the smell of incense getting stronger and stronger . "Paul . " I said noticing the back of someone that looked like they was in a wheel chair .
"Emilia? . . . " He turned around to face his eyes red and swollen from crying .
"Hey you okay? . . . " I asked worried about him walking closer . . . . "What are you doing? . . " I asked noticing he had packs and packs of incense .
"It's my way of paying my respects to those who passed away . . . . " He said in a solemn tone returning to face a large ash filled tray filled with stalks of completely burned incense .
"Can I? . . . " I asked politely .
"Yeah . . . . . Here . " He said taking out two stalks of incense and lighting them for me . "Just you know . . . Pray for them and hope they find their way to heaven . . . " He said putting them in my right hand and placing my left hand around my right to resemble praying hands . I closed my eyes praying they find a way to heaven and opened my eyes .
"Now you just plant it into the ash tray . . . . . " He said guiding my hand to imbed the stalks into the ash tray where the two he lit earlier was still burning .
"Are these all the Students of Atlantis that has lost their lives? . . . " I questioned quietly to maintain the solemn atmosphere .
"Yes . . . All the students and individuals that unfortunately we lost due to my decisions and actions . . . " He answered closing his eyes taking a deep breathe .
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"I thought we only lost one student . . . . . " I questioned noticing we burnt two stalks .
"We lost on students . . . . and one Guard bravely sacrificed himself to complete a task for me . . . " He explained as tears began to flow down his eyes . I instinctively pulled his head closer to me holding him tightly, 'just what have you been through all these years? . . . . . ''
He silently pulled his head away gently after calming down and pulled out a big handful of incense and began lighting them all in small bunches . "This set are for all the soldiers that I murdered today . . . I don't know how many . . . . " He said imbedding the incense into a larger bowl is alot more left over stalks .
"Let me . . . " I said taking some bunches and began helping him to finish planting the incense taking care not to burn myself .
We prayed in silence for a few seconds before raising our heads . . . . . . . . "Come let's go . . . " He said with intense sorrow in his eyes .
"You can't keep blaming yourself . " I said to him quietly and respectfully .
"I know . . . . . . I tell myself that as well . . . . but I always wondered maybe if I was a little smarter or more prepared I could save lives on both sides . . . . . " He cursed .
"Paul you did your best . . . . . And that's all anyone can ask for . . . " I said trying to comfort him . He nodded in silence but I can tell from his expression he's punishing and blaming himself for everything that happened .
"So what is this room? . . . " I asked after a few minutes of silence hoping to get his mind off things .
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"This is the room we have for extremely dangerous items and artifacts . . . . . " He explained wheeling through the room . "For example . . . . . See that Pitch Black floating crystal encased in glass? . . " He asked me pointing at it .
"Yeah . . . . " I answered .
"Well that is . . . . a Black Soul Stone containing a fragment of the Shackled Oblivion . . . . merely being near it will corrupt and drive someone insane and become a servant to the Shackled Oblivion with the ultimate goal of releasing it back into the universe . " He explained making me take a few steps away from it .
"Can't you destroy it? . . . " I asked feeling frightened of the evil it can cause .
"Ohhh so small back story . . . . Shackled Oblivion Started a war with all the other Gods . . . . . Wanting to bring darkness and death to everything that living . . . . It took the combined might of all the Gods to defeat it . . . and even then could only shackle it in the plane of Oblivion where it stays trapped for eternity, eternally fighting scheming and finding ways to unbind itself . . . . . . " He explained .
"So no destroying it? . . " I asked .
"I don't think I have the power to . . . . . Nor do I know what will happen if I did . . . . " He answered .
"We're safe right? . . " I questioned .
"The glass case it's in is protected with a null zone . . . . but even then going near it will cause very disturbing images . " He answered .
"Gotcha don't go near it . . . " I answered, "You got anything that won't spell disaster and doom to the whole world? . . " I asked jokingly .
"Ohhh this is cool . . . " He said pointing at a large egg encased in a similar glass case, it was beautiful . . . . all across the shell was bright lights of different intensities all flowing in one direction like the night sky as if I was peering into space itself . "That is the Egg of one of the rarest Dragons to ever exist . . . . A Celestial Dragon . . . . . " He smiled seeing my reaction .
"A space dragon? . . . " I asked .
"Yes . . . . . A Celestial Dragon is an everlasting Dragon that lives in the Astral plane . . . . even I have never seen one . . . can you imagine? . . . the infinite knowledge it must have . . . " Paul explained in awe . "Anyways because time doesn't flow in the Astral Plane . . . . . The only way a Celestial Dragon can reproduce is laying an egg in a plane of existence . . . We came across this specimen when we cleared a Dragon Cult . . . " He smiled .
"Will it hatch? . . " I asked curiously .
"Scarlet and Ashley say's there is a Baby Dragon in there . . . . but we've had it for years and nothing has happened so far . . . even its mother hasn't returned for it . " Paul explained .
"Wow . . . what do they look like? . . " I asked curiously .
"From what I've read . . . . they are like Serpentine Dragons similar to those you see in Chinese Mythology they are depicted to be ethereal… . Beautiful coloured in purple and blue . " Paul answered .
"Wow . . . " I uttered in awe my imagination going wild .
"Ohh this is interesting . . . " He said pointing at an urn . . . . . Encased in ice constantly spewing out blue and black smoke falling to the grounds of its confines .
"That seems evil . . . " I instinctively said just looking at it brought chills up my spine .
"Remember the object that kept the Evil person from dying in the books you love to read so much? . . . " He asked .
"Yeah . . . . . " I answered .
"Well that . . . . . Is the Urn of a Lich called a Phylactery . . . . . That is the only true way to kill a Lich . . . destroy the Urn and the Soul of the Lich contained within will die to . " He explained .
"Woah . . . . . " I looked at it in complete fear . "Who does it belong to? . . . " I asked .
"Holding a Lich's Phylactery keeps the Lich at bay . . . . . It's an insurance policy . " Paul answered .
"Why not just destroy it . . . . . ?" I questioned .
"A Phylactery is one of the most ancient of Necromantic Rituals and spells . . . It has been noted that destroying a Phylactery will also result in the destroyer's death regardless of where they are . . . . . . and not only that the immense amount of Necromantic energy in that small Urn will let out a giant Death nova rendering a huge area Lifeless for decades . " Paul answered .
"So earlier before . . . . about Scarlets armour being made out of Platinum Dragon Scales . . . what is that? . . . " I questioned .
"It's a long story . . . . . There was One dragon the true God of Dragons . . . . . . . It birthed two Dragon Gods . . . Bahamut the King of Dragons the only known Platinum Dragon to ever exist . . . and Tiamat the Queen of Dragons . . . . . . Bahamut and his metal coloured kin are normally considered good and fight for righteousness . . . . . . Then there's Tiamat and her coloured kin . . . . . They have normal colours like green black and red . . . . . They are considered generally evil and selfish . " He began to explain making me wonder was it a dragon that I saw back in the Sporean village . "As you remember Helen and Grace's look of disbelief . . . . . Since Gods can't come here how is it possible to get the scales of a Platinum Dragon?" He chuckled .
"So what is it made out of? . . " I questioned .
"No idea . . . to be honest… . . It's defiantly made from Dragon scale but how and what exactly . . . . I don't know . " He chuckled .