I write this scroll because many people wanted to know what happened to me. I had left and the reson why will be explained. But I thought I should put down what happened..... I stood on the hillside overlooking the place I had called home. Moorgate. I had watched it grow, protected it, sworn my life to be it's Guardian. Now..now they choose thier new guardian. I let out a sigh. Maybe it is time for him to move on. I reached into my pack and drew out a scroll. It's a crude map of the surrounding area.  I really should have paid more attention to Seal when he was mapping. I looked to the sky and looks at the stars for direction. If I follow the blue one, I should reach the moors in a week. I can' t believe I am leaving. I thought I would always be here..but if they do not need me, then I will go where they do. The worse thing is I failed Ica. He put his faith in me and I let him down. Some Elite guard I turned out to be. I began walking through Ashwood, heading northward. Elsewhere, on the Immortal's plan, Flynn's actions and thoughts were being followed by another. A darker soul..Loki 'Well well, so the great Ica's chosen one is giving up. Perfect! Time I made good on my promise.' The demon God pulled at his beard and vanished into smoke.   I had set up camp for the night, eating some dried meat I prepared for the journey. With a slight sigh, I looked to the stars.. "Guess I didn't exactly make the difference you thought I would Father. I tried to be what you wanted for me to be. I tried to help and be brave and..well I lost sight of it." Suddenly,the ground began to shake "What the!"    I fell on my back as a crack opens. Green fumes bellowed up as Loki rose from the ground. I dove for the nearest tree branch to use as a weapon, but with one motion of his hand I was frozen in my tracks, trapped like some statue. The Dark God laughed " So, the true one is now nothing more than the failure I knew him to be. Flynn is it? Oh well, your name doesn't matter. You was the one who dared to stand in my path. You struck me. You saved Feather's soul. Well..now that you are no longer under Ica's protection..your soul is now mine and I will torment it for eternity." I struggled against the spell that Loki casted but to no avail. Loki approched slowly, savoring the victory. In his hand a flaming sword formed. The god rose his hand and brought down the sword..which was stopped in midstroke by a guantled hand. Ica stared into the demon's eyes.