08/15/2021  The Exiled Ones The ground trembled as the dragon moved, rock crumbling around the entrance of the cave. Smoke and dust obscuring the view of the cave mouth as the head of the great white dragon slowly emerged from its slumber. His long body was serpent-like, it slithered and wiggled its way out. A crackling sound breaking the silence as the dragon opened its mouth and a long purple tongue rolled out to lick at the scents in the air. The exiled humans in this land woke Taznin from his sleep again. A wall of screams hit the dragon in the face as the men and women charged at him. They carried spears and swords, running straight him with a determination to slay the great white dragon. "Is it really that time again?" The dragon creaked with a shuddering voice, as though he hadn't used words to communicate for centuries. It was true. Taznin had been sleeping on and off for a few decades now, so long now he couldn't remember how long it actually was. Sand and rock caked to his pearly white scales, Taznin shook his head and the debris fell in a shower on the humans at his feet. Long talons dug into the earth and he pulled more of his body from the small cave. Coil after coil, his body was so long and massive it continued to file out of the cave, and like a freight train, it slowly plowed over the unfortunate humans who got in the way. "Move out of the way, bitch! I'm coming through!" Taznin's fangs grit down in a growl in his large mouth as he felt human lives being extinguished but being so large and the humans like ants at his giant feet, there really was no avoiding the inevitable. He knew he was a prize to the humans, they all wished to slay the dragon and mount his head on their wall. But over and over again their attempts failed and thousands were killed from an accidental swish of his gigantic tail. Taznin couldn't handle it, the death was too much for his light element heart and he roared in defiance as he took flight and separated himself from the stupidity at his feet. He heard screams, his head tilting as he watched a few humans cling to his scales. They actually held on to him as he flew up high into the sky, a few brave humans climbed him like a mountain and sailed on his back like they were surfing the wind. Taz let out a roar of a laugh, he couldn't stop laughing. What was wrong with these people? "Hahaha... Oh my god, I haven't laughed like that in years!" A cloud of smoke trailing from the tip of his nose, lavender light shining from deep within his mouth as a flame of light erupted from him. All caused by a sudden jolt of pain searing down his spine. Taznin roared and his body twisting in the air as the shocks of annoying pain spread through his body. Turning his long neck, his head twisting to see a human shoving a black bladed sword deep into his flesh, it was pinched between his pearly scales and in a thunderous crash, Taznin hit the earth with a radiating shock wave across the exiled lands. "You annoying pest." He growled, his head shaking and twisting as he dislodged the human from his back. He watched the human fall to the ground in a thud, Taznin reeled back and plucked the sword out of his skin then spitting it out at the human. "Take your sword with you." Taz was growing ever tired of this, his tail wiped with anger, when will this nightmare of a place finally be over and he could finally go back to his Xhinet homelands. About to launch himself back into the air and fly himself somewhere else to escape the humans, he was suddenly stopped by the human yelling at him. "Why can't we kill you!?" Taznin reared his head back around on the human and he lowered his head down to the ground, His fanged teeth were inches from the human but the man didn't flinch he just stared back. A smirk curled the corners of the dragon's lips, warm lavender breath bathing over the small bite-sized human and Taznin spoke. "Because... you're doing it wrong." He breathed slow and he moved back away from the human as he curled up like a giant cat in this hollowed out valley. His lavender eyes looking him over as he asked the human a question. "What do you think I am?" The human barked back, "You're a white dragon!" "WRONG!" Taznin shook his head and his clawed hand smacked the earth. "And that's why you can't kill me. If you want to kill something, first you need to know what you're killing. I look like a dragon, or what you consider to be a dragon, but I am not a dragon. You attack me like I'm some sort of monster, trust me I am far from that." "Then what are you, you foul beast!?" Taznin smiled, "How much time do you have?" He chuckled as he crossed his forearms and his large head came up as he took in a long breath. "This could take a while to explain but if you're willing to listen then boy do I have a story for you. I'm sure you can remember where you came from, and I can as well. I came from a land much like yours, thriving with culture and technology, so many opportunities you could taste it." He sighed as his eyes looked at the man. "Do you want to hear?" He watched the human pick up his sword and stab the blade into the ground before sitting on the ground with his hands resting on his thighs. "I will admit. I do want to hear this story. You're the first dragon in this place that can talk." Taznin laughed, "Did you even give them a chance to talk before you removed their heads?" He shook his head, "It doesn't matter but I will tell the story since you're so willing to listen." He smiled and got himself comfortable as he told the tale. "My name is Taznin and I haven't always been this way. I was born in a palace with 27 other siblings. I know it's a lot and you think I wouldn't remember all their names and faces, but I do. Each of them is burned into my memory and I'll keep my love for my brothers and sisters in my heart forever. These were good times, these were bad times, 28 children only means a lot can go wrong and a lot can go right. Some of them stayed, some of them left and some were never found again. My fathers Tzivi and Finidh instilled great power into us, we are the Xhinet djinn, and that's just the beginning." Taznin stopped as he looked at the man and saw he was now on his knees and bowing with his forehead to the dirt. A tilt of Taznin's head and he questioned. "Asleep already? I didn't think it was that boring." The man popped his head up and shook his head. "No, I would never sleep in front of a god, my lord. I bow to you. You are the son of the gods. Son of the god of Death, Lord Tzivi. Son of the God of Fertility, Lord Finidh. How was I so blind for so long? How did I not know you were in fact a god!? Tell me, Lord Taznin. What is your power and what must I do to worship you? I lay down my life and my sword if you ask it, please, how may I serve you, Lord Taznin?" Taznin was in shock, he was taken back and didn't really know how to respond. Then suddenly a thunderous sound rocked the ground and his hand slapped the earth! Taznin laughed, his head up as he cracked out a fury of laughs that echoed across the valley. "Okay... Okay... now you got me cracking up." He laughed and shook the tears from his eyes. "First of all, don't call me Lord. That's what we call our fathers'. Second, I don't want your life or your sword, you can keep it." Taznin smiled from ear to reptilian ear as he lowered his head down to the ground to get a better look at this human. "What is your name?" The man looked at him for a moment before he responded, "My name is Khenkur." Taznin nodded, "Okay, Khenkur. If you want to worship me you only have to do one thing. You have to be my friend. It gets lonely here in the exile lands and I could use some company. And maybe together we can both get out of this place together. Hm?" Khenkur look confused for a moment and then he asked, "You're a prisoner here too? I thought you were a god and can come and go as you please?" "Things aren't always what it seems. You'd think I could but I've been trapped here just like you with a spell. I once had the form of a man, I looked like you, I came to the exile lands to free all the humans from this place but only to end up trapped. The magic that holds this place is dark magic and it's the opposite of mine, which is the light. No matter how much I tried to break out, no matter how much power of the light I blasted at the walls of this place it only made the dark powers of this place stronger. In all my attempts it ended up transforming me into my dragon form. What I expelled out only went into me and made me... well.. as you see. It was like I was fighting a mirror, this power isn't something I've ever seen before, and only the goddess Zulfiquar knows what lies in wait for me in the future." Taznin sighed, "I've seen many generations of your kind but maybe now with your help, Khenkur. We can fight for our freedom together." 02: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

02/05/2016  Love and Madness After Kainul's birth Taznin felt all his particles coming back together. Aarzam's explosion ripped Taznin's energy to all hell. His mind a bit scattered and left in fragments, but what he knew best was his snake form. And bit by tiny bit the pieces of light reconstituted themselves until a large white serpent formed. Taking comfort in the scent of an oak tree the snake rolled his body around the exotic scent that once belonged to his mate. Taznin remembered slightly what he loved, and he remembered he loved honey and oak as long as the day was. His long body slithered out of the tree in the beautiful gardens of the palace grounds. The white snake tasted the air with his long forked tongue. He scented at something very familiar. It was a young djinn playing in the garden, Kainul was his name. "Kainul.." the Taznin snake hissed to the djinn. His long slender body crawled through the grass to him. With gentle care, the snake wasn't going to hurt his own kin, his own flesh and blood. And his scaled coils gentle as silk wrapped up around Kainul. His forked tongue dancing past his lips and tickled his childs cheek. "beautiful Kainul, my son.. I remember now.." His light warmth hugged his child. It was the children, Nahyan and Kainul that pulled the fragmented mind of Taznin back together. After a few days he finally remembered why he loved the scents of honey and oak, as the serpent his body stirred with a shiver feeling the scents on his tongue, on his scales, on his feathered wings when they unfurled from his back, bright white with edges of lavender. They stretched with a strong flap to pull all the goodness into his djinn flesh. His evening flight over the land of Zulfiquar he found himself landing and resting down in the center of a crater. Taznin's serpent eyes looked over the scarred earth, the soil turned black and deep browns from fire. Memories flooded the prince, and his serpent body shifted, he turned back into a male form, clothing rippling over his body like a glimmer of light. His knees knelt into the earth, as he picked up a bright red ring laying there. Glancing to his own hand he saw the white and lavender ring on his own finger, like a lightening strike the memory of what happened here hit him. Tears slipping from his eyes he collapsed on to the scar of earth, "Aarzam." As he spoke the name of his mate he heard something deep inside the earth. His hands moved before his mind could even respond, his fists digging into the earth. Digging away deeper and deeper until the earth trembled and then gave way, dropping out from underneath him. The Prince of Light stayed hovering in the air as he witnessed the cave open up deep into the ground. Slowly he moved down, disappearing into the cave his eyes started to explore the darkness. His light shining, illumating everything in the cave as he used his senses to follow the source of the sound. Aarzam's response: Some things about this place just couldn't be explained if one tried for a million years time. Nothing about Zulfiquar made any sense, this land was made of pure magic, pure djinn power. It wasn't like anything ever on Earth realm. All that could be explained, it was unique. "Its about time you showed up, I was starting to wonder if you forgot." Aarzam smiled as his body had slipped behind Taznin in the darkness of the cave. He moved his face close and his chin set to rest on his mate's shoulder and he nuzzled the side of his face against the silky waves of platinum white hair. His fingers gripped Taznin's shoulder and he turned him around. Aarzam was fully clothed, which was very unlike himself. In a fine black suit, tie.. as though he was dressed for a date with a handsome prince. In his hand was a lavender flower, and he handed it to Taznin. "I've been waiting for you, I started to grow impatient so.." He grinned happily and took Taznin's hand to lead him deeper into the cave. The cave opened up more, more and more until soon they walked into a lavish dinning hall. The hall filled with objects made of glass.. tables and chair, center pieces and even roses in vases.. all of it made of fine clear glass. All sparkling with candles all about. "I had a lot of time on my hands. I hope I didn't miss anything.." Aarzam's red eyes looked about his fingers pressing to his lips as he studied the details he had created before he looked to Taznin. Taznin's response: Moving deeper into the cave until the light from the mouth of the cave faded and Taznin was left with only his inner light to guide him. Reaching out he tried to locate that sound he heard again as his fingers of his right hand played with Aarzam's engagement ring. Sighing he stopped, his head glancing down as he looked the ring over. When suddenly he felt a presence behind him, a body near and a chin rest on his shoulder. And that voice caused sensations to race up and down his spine. Breath exited his lungs, and a soft word came out, "aarzam..." He smiled softly... "Wait what?" Taznin's brow furrowed when it hit him what Aarzam said, it was about time he showed up, what was that suppose to mean? Turning around he saw Zam in the first time since the explosion. His heart beat a bit faster, he felt another tear roll down over his cheek. Looking over the lavender, Taznin lifted it to his nose and smelled its beautiful self, like it was a mini him floating in front of his nose. "Waiting for me.. Zam what are you talking about?" Taznin was confused, and he slipped the flower's stem behind his ear for safe keeping as his eyes looked his mate over. Was that clothing Aarzam was wearing? When did the ifrit ever wear clothing? When Aarzam took his hand and led him deeper into the cave, Taznin exploded with questions. "So let me get this straight? You've been here this whole time, while I've been up there looking for you?" As they moved through the cave Taznin realized that Aarzam's touch wasn't heated like it use to be, it was.. well normal. Or maybe he was to hot with frustration he couldn't feel it, but still it wasn't like Aarzam to feel this way. "I've been trying to put my pieces back together again.. and oh like fuck, you've been fucking here..." Taznin stopped complaining as they reached the destination. His lavender eyes sparkles as he took in the amazing sight of all the glass creations set all around. The candle light dancing off everything making this place seem almost impossible. "What in the world.." He let Aarzam's hand go, though he left the red engagement ring in his mate's hand, not even thinking about it. Drifting over to one of the center pieces on the long glass dining table, Taznin touched the glass work. Slipping his pale fingertips over it, and studying its detail. The flowers, the leaves, the bowl it rested in were all made of glass. A bit of color was inside the handcrafted items to make them appear real, but close up it was all glass. "You made this.. you made all of this." Aarzam wasn't an artist, he just learned to read a week ago. And now.. Taznin clutched his forehead with his hand, his fingers digging through his hair and scraping his scalp with his nails. Lavender eyes shot at Aarzam, "Who are you?" He glared, his body drifted closer to come at this Zam imposter. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You're not Zam! Who are you?" He cried, tears dancing down his face. Why would anyone trick him like this? Especially with his loving mate. His hand brushed his tears away, anger taking over as he faced the Aarzam look-a-like. His finger pressing hard into the sensational chiseled chest he could feel under the clothing of this djinn, "If you are Aarzam then answer this. Where is your fire? ... That dining table we fucked on, what was the last name of humans who owned it?" He tried to think of more, "What's the tattoo behind my right ear?" His hand covered it up, his hair had grown out and now it was covered, but it was still there under his dancing fingertips. A pain flared up behind Taznin's eyes, causing him to shut his eyes and his tilting away. A voice echoed deep in his skull. *Hes a lie to you, they're all a lie.. Taznin.* "Fuck off.." He spoke to the voice in his head. He felt flushed like all blood just seeped out of him, his scent bloomed up ten fold in his anxiety. His fingers wrapped around the lapel of Aarzam's suit, gripping a hold of him as his breath exiting his lips. He felt the fangs growing in his mouth, his lips sucking on them briefly before he spoke. "What was the first book I gave you?..." Taznin wavered and he groaned as that voice still rattled around in his head causing a pain he never felt before. His lavender eyes opened, looking to his mate. "Please don't be a lie... I need you too much." Aarzam's response: Aarzam felt the weight of his engagement band being rested in his palm. He looked down at it, rolling it softly in his grasp before he slipped the red ring on to his finger. Aarzam flinched when his mate turned on him, his head tilted with concern as he looked Taznin over. It wasn't like Taz to get so angry, especially when he saw art. Not that Aarzam was a perfect artist, he just wanted to do something special for his mate. This red ifrit eyes traveled over Taznin, something was different about Taz. Even though he smelled the same, something was off. Aarzam could feel it like an unwelcome stranger in the room with him. His arms dropped to his sides as Taznin accused him of being someone else. "Its me, Aarzam.." Taznin got in his face and Aarzam felt that lavender stare, it was brilliant and surged through him. He had really missed Taznin beyond words. His mate's anger seemed small compared to the emotion of feeling Taznin so close. The ifrit's eyes traced over his sexy mouth, he ached to kiss him but he just watched and listened to his questions. Straightening his back, his chest pushed out slightly to tip his head away. But only to avoid ravishing his mouth with his own. "The table?" He laughed softly as he recalled the moment in time they found lust on a human's dinning room table. The faces of the mortals still in his mind as they saw their table they sat at shift and move, objects sliding about as the two djinn fucked like animals on it. "The Johnson's, I'll never forget that day." If Taznin wanted answered, proof that he was who he said he was then he could answer all of them, even more. He could play this game forever, Aarzam knew things about Taznin that nobody did. "As for my fire? I'm not sure, the explosion left me like this. Now the tattoo.." He lifted his hand and brushed the warm pads of his fingertips over the place it was. "Its a light switch, you got it so it would give you the excuse to tell others to 'turn you on' as you put it. You got it before we met, however now only I know how to 'turn you on'.." Aarzam hoped that was all he had for questions. Taz seemed to be backing off but only he roared back with a curse like he was talking to someone else. Aarzam was seriously getting concerned about Taznin state. It was so unstable, so odd. He felt helpless, he wanted to help but he had no idea where to begin but to answer another question. "The qur'an.. you wanted me to read and learn it so I understood the violent nature of humans. That humans are most dangerous creatures on the planet, also so I understood why I was enslaved like I was.. because I wasn't evil, because humans are." He shook his head and brushed his hands down Taznin's biceps on either side, rubbing Taznin with reassurance and care to his love. "I'd never lie to you Taznin, you mean more than life to me. I'll love you til death, you know that. Is that all your questions, are you still unsure?" He smirked as he thought of something. "I know so many things about you Taznin, things that you tell no one but me. I know you.. I know how when you listen to the song 'Made to last' by Semisonic you remember reading the book The White Gold Wielder. And even to this day you have a obsession for the metal white gold, which is why I made sure your ring was made of it for you." Aarzam reaching down he stroked his fingers over Taznin's engagement ring, he remembered how excited Taznin was when he got it. Watching him show it off to everyone like an excited little girl would. "When I put it on your finger after you said I do, you held up your hand and yelled. I Am Barak Halfhand now! rawr!" Aarzam imitated his mate and rose his hand up like Taznin did that day. He smiled looking back to Taznin, cradling his face in his hands and pulling his face close to his. Kissing away tears forming in his eyes. "You use to sing Florence songs to Kainul when I was pregnant with him. Every night it was a new Florence song, and your voice is lovely when you sing them." He rubbed his nose against Taznin's he felt a tear roll down his own cheek, he just wanted his mate. He would prove it forever he was his mate until the moment they were no more. He spoke on Taznin's mouth, "I told you to run you fool.. but I love you, and love how you stayed with me." 07: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

02/05/2016  Kainul's Birth A great power filled the ifrit, a smoldering fire trapped just under the surface of his skin. While pregnant with their son, Aarzam used all the focus he could to keep that fire inside of himself. The djinn power fed into the baby and would give Kainul all the power he would need to live amongst the other djinn of Zulfiquar when he was born. With Aarzam's energy came intelligence as well, all the secrets of the universe would be fed into Kainul. And when he was born he would have the knowledge and understanding from all the djinn that helped channel their energy into Aarzam during the course of his pregnancy. Taznin, Aarzam's mate, was a big contributor to much of this energy. During the pregnancy Aarzam spent most of his time in their chambers, he was forced to walk everywhere so only small journeys here and there unless Taznin transported him to another place. Without the help and protection of his mate Aarzam was pretty much left vulnerable. And during that time he learned that without his fire, he was useless to most of his brothers and sisters. But he also learned many valuable things too. Taznin discovered Aarzam never knew how to read the djinn language, he never touched a book, wore clothing, stroked fingertips over the fur of an animal, picked flowers in a meadow. So during that time Taznin had been teaching Aarzam first how to read. He enjoyed their evenings together, cuddled up close under covers in bed as he experienced what it was like reading words on a page. He learned djinn, latin, english, spanish, french, italian, russian, korean, filipino, etc... even gaelic. Though Taz told him it wasn't necessary since no one spoke that language anymore, much like latin. But Aarzam wanted to learn everything, with his powerful ifrit mind it didn't take him long to catch on. And always excited to find out what book Taznin would bring to him every night. Sitting next to his mate, feeling the touch of a forehead to the side of his head and slender fingers caress over the back of his ear as he read the book. It was all so comforting to the ifrit. Once he was a sleep, Aarzam's dreams were his only connection he had to his past life. As much as Aarzam loved the feel of trying new things, he also had a love for something else too. And deep in the nightmares of sleep he was able to experience that love again. The love of killing. Yes, Aarzam was a killer. He craved it just as much as he craved his mate near him. Slowly as time crept on without feeling those needs, deep inside of him it slowly built up. His dreams every night becoming more and more twisted and sadistic to the point it even started to worry Aarzam himself, though he kept it secret. Many wouldn't see the twisted images behind his eyes when he looked to them, they would only see the innocent red eyes of a djinn looking back. Something kicked him deep inside, maybe the baby stirring inside as he slept. As his bright red eyes opened he was looking down at his arms that were now covered in fire. Hot yellows and reds they surged hot across his flesh. His body was completely consumed by the rage. He was hovering above what was once their bed. Its remains were nothing but ash now, only a damaged frame that was ripped apart by the violence of his flame. His tummy that held Kainul hurt badly, Kainul was getting ready to come out now. Aarzam knew that, he could hear Kainul inside his mind telling him he didn't need to be fed anymore. Kainul wanted out! In a panic Aarzam's fire grew hotter than ever before, months of pushing it down he felt it bursting out of him without remorse. He screamed, screaming for Taznin as his body curled up into a ball, fiery arms wrapping around his swollen belly. As he screamed out he realized he wasn't screaming for help, he yelling, "BEWARE! Stay Away!" His mind was splitting in half, a small tiny part of him begged for help while the evil dark side of him didn't want anyone near. "No one will take my son from me, no one!" Flames shot out from the red of the ifrit's eyes. If any came near he sent a blast of wicked heat across the room like a sonic boom, keeping anyone away at a distance. Paint peeling off the walls as it turned black, the flooring drying harshly and cracking, the collection of books Taznin had brought him as gift were blow away to nothing.. soon everything in the room was laid to waste in a few minutes. Taznin's response: As the sun of the land broke the horizon its first light striking the highest spire of one of the many towers upon Ala al Din, the palace of the two Kings. Taznin's body like a white serpent wrapped around the tower. His large white talons gripped the side of the tower as his body rested during the night. Crozier's time was closing, and when the first ray of light hit him, Taznin's time rose with the sun. Large lavender eyes cracked open, reptilian in design they focused on the sun as huge white wings of feather broke from his form. Unfurling and stretching to absorb the sun's precious gift of light. The serpent body crawled high to the top and with powerful wings they beat down to lift him high into the morning sky. His lips pale and vicious peeled back to reveal long fangs that dripped sundrops like prism jewels they fell to the earth. High above it all, his bright eyes looked over the land. Zulfiquar coming to its beauty in the light. Flowers awakening in the valley, trees swayed in the wind, the sweet aromas of the earth calling up to the prince. And he grinned happily. His long pale arms rose up before he dove down toward the ground below. Fast like a lightning strike he plummeted to the ground. As he hit the valley below his form exploded, shattering into a million pieces across the valley floor as he spread like fog across the surface. Then slowly the particles came back together to form himself standing in the center. His body forming as human again and he looked over his arms and hands. Fingertips dancing in the sun's rays, "I refuse to be like you Finidh, so you can fucking kindly get out of my head." Taznin refused to let the sins of his father plague him, he was determined to master himself. Clothing started to spread over his naked form, from his toes to his shoulders like a ripple of light it covered him. His fangs disappearing in his mouth, returning to normal. A spike of pain hit his mind and Taznin grabbed the sides of his face as he crumpled to his knees. All he could hear over and over in his mind was BEWARE! He panted as his hands gripped into the earth, his lavender eyes glowed as he opened them. "Aarzam.." He only just left his mate's side at the call of dawn, he was only gone for what seemed like minutes. Kainul was ready to be born now. He licked his lips as he tried to block the scream from his mate, it was disorientating. His legs wobbled as he pushed himself to his feet and clumsily he flew to the balcony on the palace where their room was. As he flew closer he felt that intense heat pouring out at him. He gasped, "Aarzam!" His hand reaching out as he saw his love boiling with fire. Pulling his emotions together as tears streamed down his cheeks he pushed himself past his mate's strong energy. Taznin clinged himself to Aarzam's side. Holding against his mate. "Baby! Please, stop!" The roar of fire deafening Taznin's words, his tears blown dry in an instant on his cheeks. Aarzam's warning came again, fierce it stung and flew Taznin back. He felt his body crashing against an ash wall, it shattered against his body's impact. Rising to his knees he reached for Zam, "Please listen Aarzam, please. You'll kill yourself!" White light exploded from Taznin's fingers and he wrapped it up around his mate, like a blanket the white light covered him. Swirling tightly around Aarzam to calm his awesome fire power. Crow's response: It was always a bitter sweet time when the sun would rise, just as Taz surely felt it when the sun would set in a sort of changing of the guards fashion. The blazing ball of fire took its rightful place in the sky as the youngest of the family was in all his glory. No wonder he loved Zam so much, the Ifrit was none too different from the sun that drove Taz’s life every day. A perfect match those two, clear proof that love truly does conquer all. As Crow was ready to head to his den to go over some of the business for the palace, he heard a deathly scream. “BEWARE!” It called out, and if it wasn’t for the fact the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, he would have dismissed it as someone watching Labyrinth again. “This is not the way… go back while you still can”, he mumbled to himself. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… shit’s going down somewhere and I have a feeling it ain’t gonna be pretty.” As the king rounded the corner, the once grand hallway that lead to Aarzam’s room was nothing more than iron support beams and rebar with piles of ash scattered on the ground. “Fuck me!” His black pools grew larger and his dark matter took over pulling him apart in every which direction to seep into the ground like black oil, traveling deeper and deeper closer to Zam’s room. He could feel the heat growing the closer he got, not to mention the commotion that was going on above ground was loud enough to be heard way more than six feet under. Crow wasn’t sure what he was going to find when he surfaced, but there was no time like the present to make it known. He could feel the intense pain coursing through Zam as Taz tried to bring all his fire into the light, the problem was it wasn’t a good fire… it didn’t want to go into the light, it was confused… like Carol Anne. Crow could sense his family… Zira, Naz and even his nephew Nah-Nah there for the birth. It would be intense, but no one was going to let any harm come to either of them. The burnt ash of the floor began to part as the floor cracked open letting Crow’s black mist emerge. The light was so blinding to him, he could barely see and the closer he moved to Zam, his clothing began to singe off his body. Before too long the fire would burn Crozier, he wasn’t invincible but he was able to withstand and absorb a lot of his brother’s power. “Taz, that’s not Zam talking… it’s the pain. It’s evil, it’s cruel… it can’t handle your kindness and light!” The king reached out for one of Zam’s hands trying to pull the evil out of him, finding that darkness inside the Ifrit and hiding it away deep in his core where the void of nothingness exists. “And I know you don’t want to hear it Taz… but, he has to explode to set himself free from Kainul, if not he will forever suck the life out of Zam. There’s too much energy here, and if we don’t allow him to do this… he could kill us all. Thank god Naz and Yan are here too, they can help to offset the balance when the influx of power is too intense. Aarzam can’t hear me… there’s no point in even trying. Tell him Taznin, tell him it’s okay to just let go…” Taznin's response: Taznin had the ability to see light in all its rays and colors. He also had the ability to see the unique matter of what a being and/or object was made out of. All things gave off light, and in that light was the very bar-code of what an object was created from. So focused on helping his mate he didn't see anything else but Aarzam. His polarized eyes of lavender watched the prince of fire as his light desperately tried to balance his mate out. It wasn't until his polar opposite, King Crozier, started to speak to Taznin that he pulled his gaze from Zam and looked to Crow. His eyes started to blur over and tears streaked heavy down the prince of light's face. His white fangs grew in his mouth as he sobbed. "I can't!" Taznin stuttered, his long pale fingers shook as he looked back to Zam. And as he did he saw what Crow was talking about. The light Aarzam gave off was pure evil, and Taznin's light no matter how powerful wasn't going to balance what was happening. Pulling the last of his strength together he pushed himself close to Aarzam. His arms wrapped around him. Taznin could withstand Aarzam's heat, he always had that ability. His mate's fire never scared him, but only made him feel more alive inside. Slowly his body wrapped around Zam like a snake made of pure light. Covering his mate's form like a blanket before his coils squeezed slightly and in an instant the two of them and the baby blinked out of the room. The last gift Taznin left with his powers, he healed the scar of black over the room. Returning what was ash back to its original forms. Traveling Aarzam and himself across space he materialized the two of them far away in a meadow, far away from the family so Aarzam's explosion wouldn't damage anyone or hurt anyone, or even kill. His tears still flowing down his face, his lips kissed Aarzam's lips. "Give in, let that fire take you baby." Taznin's fingers slipped inside of his mate, softly he felt over Kainul to make sure their son was okay. He smiled softly as he felt Kainul was just fine and happy. But Taznin refused to let go off Aarzam, he was going to be there with his mate when he exploded. His particles sifted through his mate and bonding with them like they had done a million times in the past together. If this was the last time they would be together, then Taznin wasn't going to leave for nothing. He was going to use his light to pull the broke pieces back together if he had too. When Aarzam would explode and the violence of it rocked the valley they were in, the deafening boom blasted out. Taznin let his light wrap around Kainul like a blanket, and his last bit of power he would send Kainul back to the palace so the family could find him. "I'm ready Zammer, my love." Aarzam's response: Aarzam heard the cry of his mate, the good part of him buried deep down inside could only watch like a prisoner to the fire as Taznin's body was pushed away and smashed against the wall. He hated himself for that, he hated his fire for that. He wanted to stop but the part controlling him wasn't Aarzam, it the evil creature that lived inside of him and it only laughed at Taznin's failure with a low rumble of cracking flame. Nahyan approaching was the only element Aarzam couldn't touch, his strong metal only welcomed the heat and he seemed to slip in his Aarzam's blind spot, and his fire only bouncing off of him to redirect it elsewhere. Especially when Kazira approached, fire loved more fire and his evil black flame wrapped around her tighter than sin as he fed off of her energy. His power focused on her it slowly started to back off from everything else in the room, only feeding his hurt and pain into Kazira, trying to change her flame into the same chaos that he was. He would of been successful changing Kazira into a bomb as well until Crozier showed up. The King of Djinn telling Taznin to try and talk to him to tell him to let go. So focused on his older sister Kazira that Aarzam didn't push Taznin away this time, and Taznin had the chance to remove them from the room. Taking them far away from the palace. Materializing in the meadow, Aarzam remembered this place, the valley there they shared their date and that picnic dinner together. It was also the very spot where Aarzam proposed to Taznin. Deep inside he loved Taznin, and never wanted to see Taznin hurt or worse. His fingers clutched around his baby bump, "Runaway Taznin." His good side growled at him, he didn't want his mate to be here when he let go and exploded like a bomb. But Taznin wasn't moving, he only felt that light feeding into him and feeding his ticking time bomb self even more. A radiating heat melted off Aarzam's flesh as he grew closer and closer to erupting like a volcano. And he felt Taznin sift into him to bind his energy with Aarzam. All at once his fire stopped. Silence washed over the landscape of the valley, and in that silence all Aarzam could hear was the beating of their two hearts growing together inside his chest to become one. He also saw the tears stained the beautiful cheeks of Taznin's face. He hated seeing Taznin cry, he wrapped his fingers around Taznin's face and brought his mouth to his lips kissing him maybe for their last time, but by this point it was to late. The clicking clock had run out of time and Aarzam screamed out as his body exploded. The sound of the shock wave blasted heat across the meadow, its heat and its energy so intense it blasted through everything. Anything close to the explosion it knocked plants, rocks and trees over in its destruction. Aarzam and Taznin were gone in an instant and all that remained of them was their son Kainul who floated on down to the earth below him. His small self cradled by the crater left by his caregiver and father Aarzam. Taznin's light still circling like a mini solar system of lavender stardust around Kainul. But this is not the end of Taznin and Aarzam. Soon they would return... 07: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

02/05/2016  Nahyan's Birth The last few weeks had flown by quickly, before Taznin knew it his belly was swollen with the djinn fetus. He looked like a fat buddha sitting and resting at his and Aarzam's home. He couldn't go out, he couldn't do much while his powers ciphered into the baby to help it grow. There wasn't a lot of history on djinn births, not that Taznin knew of. It was a very scary time for him, he only remembered bits and pieces of other djinn being pregnant. Yes, their species was strong and powerful compared to other species, but a djinn pregnancy took everything from the parent. A baby djinn needs were great, like a black hole they could literally suck the life out of their caregiver. Taznin's fingertips glowed like blue stardust as he rubbed his swollen belly, the baby was really active this morning leaving Taznin shaking. But to calm the fetus he pressed in more power to keep him fed and happy. Sitting at the kitchen table he ate on sandwich, ham, pickles and peanut butter were his undying favorite and his plate was piled high as he munched on one sandwich after another. Aarzam had been constantly making the sandwiches and other foods for Taznin as he was heavy with child. Taznin felt his body rake with pain for a moment, his shoulders hunched and he wrapped his arms around his belly. His core felt hot and molten with pain, pain he never felt before, he dropped his sandwich. "Aarzam." He spoke out with his mind, telling his mate that something was happening. Taznin had a feeling little Nahyan wanted out. The baby was also talking to him too, he did want out soon, no he wanted out now. Nahyan had enough of Taznin's power and he wanted to break free. Lifting up his shirt Taznin looked at his belly, it was webbed with bright powerful blues and whites, like strings of magic as it all collected at the center where his belly button was. "Shit, Zammy! I need you! Like fuckin now!" Instinct took over, Taznin suddenly remembered everything now. The djinn belly button was the point of exit. It was the place all djinn came from, the species djinn all had one which was why all djinn could give birth. Being an alien species like djinn, it was confusing, but suddenly all at once Taznin knew what to do. He just needed Aarzam now. Aarzam's response: Aarzam was way, but never far away from his mate. Floating like a poltergeist in the middle of a room, the inky black smoke floated and swirled around his body that held in the center. Fire like embers glowed and peeled off his flesh as his power restoring. He waited in hot shadows, growing his energy for the moment he knew was fast approaching. His concentration was snapped in half like a twig, so quickly it could be heard as his eyes opened to show a bright glowing flame burning deep inside of him. He heard his mate's call. It was just a whisper but he heard it loud inside of his mind. Breathing out, a black smoke rolled out of him and he woke. The black mist sucked into him, he balled up into a tiny object and a loud crack fire broke out across the space of the room and he disappeared in an instant. He reappeared in the room with Taznin. His movements were smooth and he glided over to his mate. Looking over Taznin he knew what he had to do in a moment as well. His powers dripped off of him like black mist on a hot surface and he collected Taznin up in his arms. Taking him to a better place to have their little one. In a split second he was in the bedroom and rested Taznin on the sheets. He spoke gentle, nothing harsh came off his lips. Letting his mate drink in his love during this time. "Be calm, love, everything will be fine." Aarzam wrapped his fingers around Taznin's hand to hold it. Softly he reached out and brushed his darkened fingertips over Taznin's belly, tracing his digits over him. The black flame bled off Zam's flesh, it gave power and energy to both Taznin and Nahyan. Aarzam was willing to give all he had to make sure both his mate and child survived. As he watched, he saw Taznin's belly glow more brightly, it shown hot white like a flame as it drank in Aarzam's power. It looked like Taznin was about to implode. Aarzam's fingertip drew into a low point and he slid the tip of his finger down from Tazy's belly button to his groin. A line of power appeared on Taznin's flesh. Zam's finger looked like a surgeon's tool, with his fingertip he opened him up and gave Taznin relief so the birth wouldn't be so hard. He smiled and nuzzled the side of Taznin's face, "Not so hard with the two of us." He smiled again as he saw bright white power like cotton and sparkles float out of Taznin. Like a million fireflies they filled the room, floating round the two of them. Taznin's response: His body curled up into the arms of his brother, his twin and his mate. Being carried to another place, he didn't mind where they went he was just happy that Aarzam was there. His hands clung to him even as he was laid down he still curled to him. The pain in his gut was unmeasurable, he felt it raking over his body like a wave. Hearing Zam's voice he nodded, Taznin calmed himself almost instantly, taking some of the pain away as well. Taznin lost himself in Aarzam, his calmness during this moment was unreal. Who knew fire could be so smooth as it passed over his body. Taznin was constantly surprised by his mate. It seemed like yesterday when Taz found the broken djinn named Aarzam, and now today he was a powerful and strong djinn that reeked with confidence from every pore of his body. He inhaled the sweet scent of his mate, that honey and oak also letting him know Zam was there even when his eyes closed. Feeling his hand Taznin grabbed a hold of it, he sighed with relief as he felt the ifrit's fingertips. Taznin's lavender eyes glowed as he watched the slit on his belly grow. It was sort of embarrassing for it looked like Zam just created a cunt on his belly. But whatever he did, it worked and witnessed the combined power of his and the childs power spread across the the room. All those little white specks in the air drew together, spiraling around them like a magical dance. He almost had to stop to take it all in, but he knew the little one still had to come out. Little Nahyan didn't waste a moment he emerged and flew up out of Taznin. The djinn baby flew, he floated in the middle of the room. And all those tiny white sparkles absorbed into him, collecting into his tiny chest like it were his heart. Taznin grinned and he flew up from the bed, he collected the baby in his arms. Cradling him close and holding the baby to his chest. "Oh hes beautiful!" Maybe only a face a father could love, but Nahyan looked like the true djinn form. His skin was almost transparent, a pale blue, he had huge eyes, long pointy ears and small pug nose. His fingers were long like spider legs, and they clung against his father. As Taznin looked at the little guy, the baby would look back. Nahyan's face changed and took on the similar look Taznin had, he was imprinting and he took on what his parents looked like. Aarzam's response: Aarzam watched his mate fly up to the baby, he smiled as he watched caregiver and baby djinn take each other in. He knew it was important moment for all djinn to have it, and take after their parents. Zam floated off the ground and he came to join them. Taznin still had the wound on his belly, so as he looked over their son. Aarzam's hand touched his mate to make sure Taznin was okay. Even giving up the last bit of his powers he had been saving, pressing that djinn force inside his mate. His hand wrapped aroudnt that wound on Tazy's belly. And as easy as Aarzam had created it, his fingers closed it. He kissed the side of Taznin's face, smelling his mate and resting his chin on Taznin's shoulder as he looked down at their son. "He is beautiful. Good job Taznin!" Nahyan's response: Nahyan was trying to get out since the morning,He didn't know he was hurting his daddy at all. He sigh till he started to feel eve more power,He then broke out of his daddy belly.He was floating in the air, he could feel both of his dads there but where.He felt someone touching him ,He was going to cry till he smelt his dad smell and he grabs him with a hand.He then felt his other daddy holding onto him as he coot, he was really happy to be free and wonders what the big world was going to be like.He was so happy, he didn't even notice that he was crying loudly. 07: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

02/05/2016  Lord Tzivi's Journal Working his way through the book shelves in the library, Taznin started organizing every book to make it easier to find. The process was slow since he had to read each one of them so he could categorize it and place it in a better order. The library was a mess when he first found it, books scattered about, some where still on shelves, some were not as though they had been knocked about. All he could figure it was the result of the war, some of the palace was damaged from energy attacks. A special djinn ability to use their power to create harmful explosions on impact. Amongst other abilities they had, like manipulating and moving objects with the mind. Balancing a tall stack of books in his hands, another stack of books floated behind him as he carried them over to shelving he had cleared away. With his mind he sent each book flying through the air. At first they would float in front of his face, his lavender eyes glowing brightly as he looked over the book, his long pale finger touching it before it would fly up to the shelf and place itself there. One of the books came floating over to him, but with this one he stopped and reached out to grasp it. The other books set down on a table as Taznin started to flip through the book. It was such an odd book. It had the seal of the dark king on the cover. Denoting it belonged to King Tzivi. Though inside it had an image of a crow. Its long black wings extended across the page. Did Tzivi have the same symbol as Crozier? The content inside was blank, just a blank book from the look of it. Taznin brushed his fingers over the image of the crow, "Crozier" he spoke softly and suddenly the book shook with vibrations. Taznin gasped, almost dropping it before his fingers clasped to it tightly and steadying the book that started to stir with life. He gulped softly, his lavender eyes looking around the large library to make sure he was completely alone before he opened the pages. Discovering now the book was filled with writing in the old djinn language. This wasn't just any book, this was King Tzivi's war journal. Taznin's heart pumped a bit harder as he realized he was reading the very words written in ink by his dead father.  Some of the parts of the book made sense to him, while others confused him a bit more. King Tzivi kept talking about the corruption of light. This only made Taznin read deeper and deeper in the story until slowly it was all revealed to him how the war started. Taznin's fingers trembled as he came across a passage at the end of the book. It was message to Crozier. "Dear Crozier, I do hope this book finds you safely, and in good hands. The contents of this book is sensitive, take care who you show it to. If you are here reading this now, then everything I foresaw has come to pass. You found a way back home. I wish I was here to greet you my son, but sadly if you are reading this then all you'll find here is the empty remains of a palace that was once our home. I know your memory is gapped, and I am to blame for that. I made sure you had no memory of this place so your reasonings for returning would be true of heart, and not because of your memories. You will remember all once you finish reading this book. I have so much to tell you, so much to fill you in on. My time is limited and soon Finidh will be here with his forces to put all to an end. It was I who gave birth to you Crozier, only a dark djinn can give birth to a dark djinn. You and your sister Zakha are precious to me, a piece of my very dark fabric and soul. You are very important for keeping the balance in Zulfiquar. Also it was I who separated the twins Taznin and Aarzam. Finidh didn't know I was pregnant with them, I gave birth to them all alone, unlike all their siblings who I kept Finidh close during their births. I sensed a bond between them unlike any twins born before them. Separating them was necessary, Aarzam will suffer greatly for my decision, I see that in my actions but it is necessary. I know they will find each other again, and if you are here now then my vision was proven correct, they have found one another and are the keys to opening the door. Taznin is very important as I told you, the balance you two create will sustain Zulfiquar for many generations. Aarzam and Kazira are also very important, they hold the spark to fuel the reproduction of our species. Which is why I sent Aarzam away, and had you trap Kazira in the bottle. The war needs to come to an end before any more djinn can be born.  As for Taznin, he is the youngest which means the corruption of light will take longer to take hold of him. Unlike Finidh who I've lost complete control over. His powers are much stronger than my own now. All male light djinn have that destiny, the same path before them. It will be some time before you notice the change in Taznin, it might seem impossible now but Taznin will grow dominate and hungry to protect everything, possessive he will fight at any means to keep any and all parts of this realm for himself. He'll grow tall, vicious, and fangs will grow sharp and deadly. A hunger to consume djinn energy and light will take him over, he will start to desire to taste the flesh of other djinn. Its only a matter of time after his powers will grow beyond yours, it will be up to you to take matters into your own hands. It was Finidh that started this war between us, and it will be us that finish it. I am prepared to take him on in a fight, I'm prepared to die to save this world for our children. My death will mean his death, it is the only way to end this war. Finidh's devastation over Zulfiquar has been piling up, so many deaths of our kind at his hands or at his influences and there is one myself left of the dark djinn. Light will win this war, but for you my son it doesn't have to be that way. I hope the fabric our children will make Zulfiquar a better place, and nothing is written in stone.. find your own path. Don't use this as a blueprint for your future, but a warning to not do what I have done. your father,  King Tzivi." After reading the passage to Crow, Taznin barely felt the book slip from his hands. He didn't even hear as it fluttered to the floor and hit with a dead thunk. His hands open that were holding the book came up to his face and he covered with shaking fingers. "It can't be true." Taznin felt his knees bend and he fell to the floor as tears streamed out of his eyes and over his cheeks. He stuttered with his heart breaking. He looked up to Kind Finidh, and now.. he shuddered with light sobs, "He killed them all."  After having a good cry, his voice raked and cracking when he tried to make a word of sound. He looked at the book laying there. His first thought was to destroy it, guard the secret to himself. But instead he reached out and picked it up, closing the book as his body vanished in a lavender mist. Materializing in Crow's room, he rested the book by Crow's bed. Crow was sleeping and Taznin leaned and kissed his cheek, he felt tears still clinging to his cheeks and his lips moist from them. He pulled away, "It belongs to you, my king.." His light disappearing into shadow. Crozier's Response.. Something stirred the king, keeping him from his slumber as he wrinkled his nose at the kiss on his forehead like a pesky fly was using him for means of humor. He reached out to the empty spot of his bed forgetting Renshu wasn’t there. As if waking up unexpected wasn’t bad enough, finding out he was all alone in his room made it even worse. A heavy labored sigh escaped from his parted lips while Crow kept his eyes shut inhaling a familiar scent of stardust. Breathing in deeper, his black pools shot open in hopes of seeing his little brother. But to his dismay, he was still alone. The roses across the room seemed to dance and even smile back at him as Taz’s lavender one made its way to the front of the bouquet. “Hmmm…” he thought to himself as he threw back the covers to get out of bed and take a closer look until he felt something under the sheet. “What the…” The King’s long fingers felt around until they discovered the object, pulling out a very old book… the kind with the leather binding and the suede backing. A ribbon wrapped around the contents and coiled tightly into a button, and it wasn’t until Crozier flipped it over that he noticed the insignia on the front cover. Worn, like it went through a war, but there was no mistaking their family’s crest. It matched perfectly to the one on the ring of the dark one’s right hand, and as he waved his fingers over the journal… both the emblem and ring began to glow. “Holy shit!” He reacted and dropped the book in his lap watching as the ribbon naturally untie itself for him before he looked around the room. “Okay, I guess you want me to read you huh?” His eyes shifted to double check the fact he was all by himself. Sure, no one really ever bothered him, let alone barged into his room… but at the moment Crow didn’t know what he was dealing with and he didn’t want any of the family knowing just yet. Sitting more upright, he pulled the book closer and opened up the front cover. Like in the damn movies, a gust of wind came out of nowhere and low rumble like thunder was heard off in the distance. “Ahhhh fuck me. All I have to say is there better be a treasure map at the end of this shit!” The lights in his room flashed and hummed for more power before finally going totally black. “Well ain’t this just peachy? Good thing I can read in the dark.” A glowing illumination came from the book and his father’s ring he hadn’t ever taken off making it somewhat quaint in his room. The pages in the book all written on old scrolled papyrus slowly started to change, turning coal black like that of night. A journal once filled with writings of his father turned into nothing more than kindling. Crow furrowed his brows in frustration hoping that this would finally be the key they were all hoping and dreaming about. But no, it was blank… or was it? King Tzivi never really did things normally which is probably the reason his children are alive today. If it would have been left up to Finidh, he would have consumed them all. Still, Crow had a hard time processing all that information. Not to mention that fact that one day Taznin would follow in those same footsteps. Did that mean Crozier would follow in those of Tzivi? He sighed once more and raked his tatted hand through his hair not really caring what it looked like for once. And then suddenly his wishes were granted, as if his father’s heard his silent plea for help. Words began to appear on the pages written out of the light that created their world spelling out the story on the charred remnants of their streets that now served as paper in a book. Page after page, growing faster and faster, from one to the next… Crow tried to keep up and failed miserably as the book was rewritten before his eyes in a matter of moments. My son… I know that if you’re reading this, everything has changed… some things for the better, some things not so much the case. You have to believe me… trust me, the best interest of all our children is all that mattered. There’s no way I… we, could live with ourselves knowing that we not only caused this war, but it was us who brought an end to the beautiful children we made out of love. It’s up to you Crozier, and it will be hard. My visions are all I had then, just as yours are all you have now… or so you think. Listen Crow, deep inside yourself… find that place, that really, really dark place I always told you not to go. There you will find your answers… As Crow continued to read it was like the words were moving faster than he could comprehend. King Tzivi explained the abilities he and Finidh possessed in regards to taking in the powers of the others and how most likely he and Taznin would do the same. The problem was with Taz, like Fin… there’s nowhere for the light to hide and eventually it becomes too much. Too much for anyone to handle, leaving only one way out… an explosion that would supersede that of space and time devouring everything in its wake unbeknownst to even himself. Tzivi wasn’t going to let that happen, but he didn’t know how to stop the devastation. It was inevitable. Year after year, child after child… both kings took a little piece of each one inside, holding on to them, cherishing their essence and making it part of them. The problem was, it wasn’t realized until too much time had passed just how destructive all that power could be. Tzivi was different with how he handled it. Instead of keeping it in the forefront like is mate, he buried it deep down inside… far, far away were on one would ever be able to get at it. Almost in his proverbial black hole, the place everything would go and be lost of all eternity. When the peak of the war escalated it became known to the king what he had to do in order to save what he could of their land. But could he? Could he really risk the death of the only true love he’d ever known? Yes… because in death, they could finally be together as they once were before the power took over and made Finidh the monster Tzivi had to protect the world from. Crow felt a tear run down his cheek as he kept reading. He didn’t want his brother to follow in his father’s footsteps… nor did he! It was unimaginable to think such a tragedy was possible with how adorable and fun loving Taz was. Wiping his cheek, Crow turned the page and read on to the part where Fin made is final transformation becoming pure light, no more flesh, nothing of the human kind. His roar shook the kingdom as lightning rained down like a meteor shower all around them. King Tzivi did his best to embrace his husband, calm him and distract him for that split second he needed to pull him inside his core. Kicking and screaming all the way, the king of dark pushed Finidh further away from the world and closer and closer to the black hole within his soul allowing him to have his release and explode like he never had before until he was able to return to the sweet djinn he once was… the loving man Tzivi fell in love with many, many moons ago. The book fell from his hand onto the floor and the lights once again resumed to their normal state, just as the pages in the book returned to the weathered appearance they previously had on the papyrus. He tried and tried to process everything he had read and didn’t even know where to start, until he fact that he had never heard his father talk to him from beyond the grave dawned on him. One of the ways Crow would see the future is through images that the dead would provide him with, despite how creepy it may be… they often helped. Yet none had ever been seen from either of his fathers. The King gasped and clutched at his heart. “HOLY FUCK!!!! They’re not dead!!” 06: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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