[i][b]Sithis's sturggles. Yes, you are reading this correctly.[/b][/i] [i]Sithis awoke in a cold sweat, from those terrible dreams. They simply kept getting worse and worse as tome wore on, the dreams of the witches. He got out of his rather hard bed, hard because he was forced to sleep on stone. He quickly threw on some clothes, putting on dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a red hoodie that rather conflicted against his pale white skin. He wore this, as his old robes simply began to bore him, he was becoming interested in newer things. He then went to his closet, and opened it, grabbing his scythe, his spellbook. He then closed the closet, before walking to a wall and pressing a hidden panel, and being shot upwards. He didnt worry about being hurt, as he muttered a spell to allow him to pass through solids. As he landed in a courtyard, he looked around. Nightime. Sigh. How normal this had become for him. He turned and began to walk along a path, that lead him to the gates and out of the dojo. As he walked, his mind drifted to that of the witches, the horrid things they had done to eachother and had done to them by those who are religious. He only wished he knew the witches names, and when they had lived. As he walked, he had not noticed the shadows forming around him and following him. As he got farther from the dojo, the form finally fully formed, as the shape of a girl. She was wearing a witchy type of dress, and a hat to match. She had pale skin, and blood red hair, and was about 5'6. She muttered a spell, and Sithis was suddenly flung back by a power of which he couldnt even comprehend of's strength. The girl let out a rather cruel laugh, as chains began to bind Sithis to the ground as he sank, and the girl muttered another spell as she disappeared, along with Sithis. When he awoke, he couldn't move his body. He was also in some odd area, as he did not recognize this planet, let alone the galaxy he was in as he looked up to the stars. He then suddenly noticed the girl sitting beside him, subconsciously making a small mud city. Sithis began to squirm, trying to get himself free. The witch merely laughed, as she took out a rosary, enscribed by some words in a language even Sithis couldnt understand. She attachrd it to a heavy chain, and set it around Sithis's neck. She then began to speak, in a oddly and rather confusingly cheery voice.[/i] "Well well my little Sithis, You got depressed quicker than other gods. You've been around for a mere... 100,000 years? Hah. How odd. But anyway, ive been watching you since the beginning, at the madhouse... I set things in motion for you to ascend to godhood, and for you too make a army. As I have for your sister as well. Ah, you must be so confused. But that cannot be helped. I sadly, must send you back, but know this; that rosary restricts your powers heavily, you could hardly beat a dragon as you are now, and you will also gain a new mindset... you will still be immortal, just weak. Heh. I will enjoy watching a innocent version of you. I will contact you soon." [i]After she had finished those words, Sithis felt himself changing. His dark red eyes shifted to that of a light pink, and his dark black hair turned into white. He began to lose his memory of events, new and old, along with most everything else. He then felt himself sinking again as his new mind scrambled for answers it lacked. When he disappeared from the girl, he then reappered in a random courtyard, in the dojo. The chains were off, and he looked around, his confusion only increasing as he didnt recognize anyone, or even where he was. He did however, remember his name.[/i] [spoiler]Open, for those who wish to partake in seeing a nice, innocent Sithis. Ive never written nice and innocent before Sithis's name before. Huh.[/spoiler]