Darakia nodded. "The cehic spirits say everyone is part of one clan atleast. Kade is with the R'hael, the clan of deaths, to be comforted from the loss of her brother. Diclino shouldn't worry."

Darakia looked around nervously. "Well, have you ever tried to do anything about it? I've observed the world for many years and every time I see you, your prancing around begging people to be soul tamers. But you seem blinded from everything you knew when you first entered the world. And I do believe I have a freind that specializes in this." She looked down at Volkenagrim. "Do you accept my offer of help?"

Darakia looked at the ground, but not exactly trying to remember what the clan was called. It was more of a look of pity. "Time can be wasted. Changed. Even stopped and frozen for years... But you'll never be out of time. The normal humans would never have the chances you have right now. And you know that. You know much more than I know. But this time I'll be sure you will never be stressed or think you'll fail again." It sounded a bit like a death threat, but it was exactly the opposite. She was both planning to ask a freind to help him, but also planning to freeze time. She looked at him, then turned around and waved her hand over the ground. A shadow appeared and it walked over to Volkenagrim.

Darakia turned away, looking at the ground. Kade would have been bored with this, yet Darakia was afraid of it. "The shadow isn't for time travel... But time travel is the second step of what the shadow has planned for you. The shadow is called Nac, who had joined R'hael a few centuries ago... He was a very good freind of mine, and knows exactly what you need and want. Now, he will open a rift. You will need to go inside. You will see your happiest hopes and dreams in the beginning. You will then see other's thoughts about you. And soon you will see everything you need, though you may not want them. Then you will see everything you fear, all your horrors. Immediately you will feel as if you are falling. You will be falling to death. But just before the end you have the option to jump to safety or keep falling. If you jump, you will continue your journey. If not, you will die. Continuing your journey, you will see everyone you have met in your 'life'. They will either congratulate and motivate you, or wish you dead and your failure. In the end, you will come out succeeded with all your goals." The shadow opened the rift, pointing the way in.

A large blue sphere widened around Darakia, allowing the cloak to bounce off of it. "I'm sorry, but I cannot interfere with the rift. The purpose of the rift is to destroy Takinomra in the first place, and any other evil spirits inside. Please let the rift go on with it's work, it will do more than help succeed in anything. Now excuse me, I need to check upon my Clan." She disappeared, leaving Nac there, watching. He spoke in a quiet, raspy voice. "Please forgive my dear Darakia. I may help you if you wish, but it will not be guaranteed to work."

Nac nodded ghostly, and disappeared into the rift with the blade. The sound of the blade cutting through something could be heard, and after a few minutes of climbing and falling Nac appeared back outside the rift, the deeds done. "After entering and leaving the rift, I might have been switched to a different Nac. Before, I was only the soul of myself. But leaving now I am succeeded and possibly even alive again. The mystics of the rift." He was leaving out his experiences in the rift, like seeing his so many children grieving his death. The red glowing eyes looked a bit sad, but he tried not to show much.

Nac glared at Diclino. "How did you... Nevermind. But as you probably don't know..." He lowered his voice to a whisper, as if Darakia were watching. "Darakia has very many children. One for each of the clans... It is hard to get her job done quickly because they number to the thousands..." He faded a little bit, but solidified again. "Anyway, I am glad I was able to help." In a few minutes, there was bright lightning, and in the place it struck was now Darakia. She looked at Nac with a slight edge. "Did you tell them about... Oh nevermind. They probably know now, as long as you didn't say... Nevermind..." Nac looked as if he were to laugh. "No, I did not."

Nac looked a bit nervous. "You will possiblyfigure it out at some point, but if you want, which you probably wouldn't, is to talk to the twelve lost clans... But they have not been found for many years." Both Nac and Darakia looked a bit saddened, Darakia turning away. "But you shouldn't waste time doing that. It takes many years to find just one. All we know are the names and their home location. But they move very quickly."

Darakia sighed. "The clans of the main elements are part of the twelve clans. Without them Cehinia is in danger of complete death, including her roots. Her roots are part of the beginning of humanity and such. I am as if I were the short string holding four boulders together." She looked at Nac, but quickly looked away. "But the clans are growing, lost or not. Only one of the clans repel the others. But it is yet unknown, name and location, even members."

Darakia sighed. "I know how to fix the balance, reconstruct the clan, and let you go on with whatever you wish. I'll just have to go through the rift and speak to a few of the councils of the other clans that are still in Cehinia. Diclino, you will need to go inside the rift also."