It was 6:00. Kyrie stood with his legs crossed holding his master wand. Dellta was telling him techniques and Kyrie was nodding listening to Dellta's words. "Got it!" Kriston flew in holding a classic knight's sword glowing in the moonlight. "Hey, brother!" Kyrie flew at him. Kriston lifted his sword and used the power of the Moon and reflected light off his blade into Kyrie's eyes. Kyrie used the power of the Sun and made the Sun shine brighter, reflecting so muck light on the Moon, that the light made Kriston's sword steam.

He flicked his wrist and his sword transformed into a wand. His master wand. He descended and blasted him with a blue moon ray. Kyrie was trapped in a dark shadow dome. He called onto the power of the Sun and the Sun's light destroyed the shadow dome. Kyrie yelled a battle cry and his wand transformed into a sword. Kriston obliged
and his wand transformed into a sword as well. Their weapons clashed and a wave of energy pushed both of them back. 6:01. Kriston's home court. Nighttime.

Forge, Dukestep, and Dellta simultaneously shuddered. Dukestep told the boys to stop fighting. Forge looked serious again. Dellta asked, "Did you hear that?" Dukestep nodded. "I heard it too." Forge stepped forward. "I didn't just hear it. I felt it. That is a Dark energy surge. It's strong too. I am strong in the Arts of Dark Magic. A demon is near." His staff flew off the floor to his hand. Dellta nodded. "Yeah, we gotta get outta here! Now!"
Then, a shadowy figure emerged from the forest. It was a Dark Spirit too angry to take physical form, but It was tall, dark, wicked, and had lots of sharp edges.

Kriston rose his sword. "A demon?! In Artahiém?! You guys didn't banish them to the Outskirts?" Forge's staff turns into a glowing obsidian sword. "I did! I mean, we did! But no matter the reason, they must be stopped. I will tame it. Go now!" All Forge's white clothing turned black. He yelled at the beast, "Stand down! I am your master!"

The demon replied, "Nooo. I know it is you, child of Magery. You are a Mage of Artahiém. The outfit is convincing, bit we demons are MUCH stronger and smarter than before. We know who you are. Just because you practice Dark Magic doesn't mean it'll stop from tearing you limb from limb." The beast lunged at Forge. "No need to keep this fake costume then." His clothes turned white and his sword turned into a staff once more.

He jabbed the beast in the neck. The beast countered the move and pinned his to the ground. "You captured me once before, Forge Zritmas. I know your fighting style. Now tell me...how do you deactivate the force field!" Forge struggled under the monster's might. "I won't tell. You belong in the Outskirts. That's why I put you there." The monster nodded.
"Have it your way..." He rose his claw to rip Forge apart. Kriston turned and blasted the beast with a compromised ball of moon energy. The was literally glowing in the moonlight. Kriston flew up and his wand transformed into a lance.

He reflected moonlight on the beast. The demon tried to find the darkness, some shadows to hide in, but Kriston was too bright. It was night and he was a child of the Moon. He was at his strongest now. The beast screeched and covered his eyes. "The light...."
The monster burned against the moonlight Kriston was eminating. It faded away.

Forge stood and rolled his shoulders. "Has my fighting style really stayed the same for 4 years?" He walked casually to Kriston and his staff flew to his hand. "Thanks man. That's an awesome element that chose you. But demons are never alone. Not in Artahiém. Let's get to Archamium. I gotta talk to βlαckStone." Forge ran toward the Academy.

Dukestep hugged Dellta. "Go to Kingtillium. I'll see you later, Dellta." She kissed his cheek and flew after Forge. Kyrie waved bye and ran after Dellta. "BlackStone? Is it just me or do people have weird names here?" He said to himself quietly. He shrugged and his lance transformed into a wand and slipped it into his robe sleeve and jumped up. He stayed hovering in the sky, looked back at the Outskirts, and flew after his friends.

He descended and ran through the front doors. He went to the top floor. Forge knocked on the door. "Aye βlαckStone! It's me, Forge Zritmas!" The door opened. A tall man with curly long black hair wearing all black with a black staff with a glowing purple jewel on the top greeted them. "My Alpha jewel is glowing. That means a one demon or more is in Artahiém. I've been expecting you, Forge. Come on in." The three walked in.

βlαckStone looked at Dukestep. "Beautiful as ever, Dukestep." He looked at Kriston. "You are....unique. I can sense it in your veins. A child of the Moon. The Dark Wizards won't like him." He looked toward Forge. "Forge. I am a child of the Dark. You too study the Arts of Dark Magic. We both know this is Artahiém. There was more than one demon. Maybe even a wizard leading them. Remember the Mystic War. The 4 Major Dark Wizards. We killed 3. One got a way. Maybe that one is starting an uprising of demons."

Kriston looked at Forge. He was wearing the black robes he wore when facing the demon. "Most likely. But how did they get past the force field?" βlαckStone lifted his staff. "Simple. Giovanni." Dukestep stood. "He lives in the Outskirts. Child of the Sun. I know him. He is pretty old though. And he is on our side. He wouldn't let them through. He couldn't if he tried." βlαckStone stood. "My prediction is that the Wizard used his Dark Powers to sheild the Sun. With the Sun blocked, that altered Giovanni's powers and made him weaker, since he wasn't getting direct Sun contact."

Kriston finished. "From there, the Dark Wizard that got away overpowered Geo with his Dark Magic and had his demon forces posses him. Then, he walked through the force feild and ditched Giovanni to die." Forge nodded. "Geo could still be alive." Duke stopped him. "Forge Zritmas, have you lost your mind! The man is 94 years old!"