Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170713013402

Thomas' eyes are clinical. Deadly, even.

"You want to see why he's not broken? I'll show you..."

Thomas brings his hands down together in a thunderclap. A blue shockwave erupts from Jeiel's epicenter, and the surrounding Naether is briefly bathed in its blue glow. What Memphis finds next is not what was there moments before...

Her one foot is on Jeiel, but the other is planted, ankle-deep, in green grass.

All around her is the verdant sprawl of Oz. Lush trees and blue skies frame the distant beauty of the Emerald Palace, a beacon on the horizon, alive with the light of the day. The people go about the cheerful business of the mundane, satisfied in the comfort of the everyday.

The image is wavering, but it is not an illusion. It is real. The bodies of the three of them shudder as the dimensional rift struggles around them, as they straddle the line between both. Thomas' words come at a low growl.

"Look around you. This is the land that is in his blood.  A land with a King, a people whose soul is embodied in him and what he stands for.  He carries with him their hopes and dreams, and it is they who hold sway over his heart.  Not you.  Not you, and not the evil you try to burden him with.  All of his will, his very being, is in this place.  It isn't a piece of land, or even a kingdom.  It is a path of fate.  And its name is OZ."

His arms thrum with power, his sleeves beginning to fray.

"This is a land whose King was chosen long ago, whose name was written in the halls of fate that you will never know. Oz has chosen him, and until his time is spent, there is nothing you can do to change that.  Jeiel is OZ, and OZ will not let him die by your hand."

The will of OZ fills Jeiel...

"...And believe me, neither will I."