His pale color had returned several times since their first meeting, but it had always gone away.
�I don�t�� he starts, but stops mid-sentence. Walking forward he stands over one of the corpses. Kneeling down he flips the body over. Coming down next to him, she sees that the man is still breathing if barely. Looking him over she sees there is nothing she can do. While looking at him a familiar white mist starts to rise from his body. �What are you doing?� she says turning to Pan. �He�s dieing anyway.� The boy protests. �Please, I feel so tired.� He continues begging her to understand. Not able to choose between them she just turns her head. �Make it quick then.� She says allowing him and she walks away. It doesn�t take long. Soon the man is dead, and Pan has more color in his face.
Finding Bethane, she is looking thoughtful. �So that must be the trade off.� She says eventually, looking up at him. �What do you mean?� he asks. �That�s why you don�t need food. You feed off of others. That�s why you look better now.� She says noticing the change. �That�s why I feel a strange pull when I�m around you. You�re trying to feed off of me, but I�m already dead. I don�t have anything for you to feed off of.� �No�I� he starts to say, but she just shakes her head. �I don�t take offence. You�ve said before that you can�t control it.� Looking around the village, �I think we�ll head east today.� She says with a complete change in tone. �Why east?� he asks a little nervously. �Because that�s where we�ll find enough food to last you the rest of your life.� She says standing and walking out of the village.
For many days they travel. Till when one day they were walking over a hill and they find a battlefield before them. One side open and the other blocked off by a thick forest. �Where are we?� he asks confused. �The Field of Battle.� She answers simply. �What is this place?� he asks still confused. �This is where armies and warriors come to face their enemies in battle. Every war there is has been faced here. A land condemned forever to be nothing but a graveyard. And in every battle there are those who are mortally wounded. This place should be able to keep you alive forever.� She explains looking down at him.
He simply looks down at the field below him, a feeling inside him telling him he�s exactly where he�s supposed to be. Looking up at her �Will you stay?� he asks. She merely smiles at him and nods her head; despite her best efforts she had grown to like the boy, and could no more leave him now then she could refuse him when he begged her to let him come with her. Smiling he grabs her hand and they walk down into the field.
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One day when there was a battle going on as usual they walked through the field. With a plentiful energy source the boy had grown quite powerful. They had discovered that he could regenerate by absorbing the rotten flesh of dead men when he was run through on the end of a sword not long after they had come here. His strength had also increased showing more of his demon heritage. His white mist rose up all around as he feed off the dieing men all around him.
On the edge of the field he saw a strange whirling light. Walking toward it two strange creatures flew out, a white one landing on his shoulder. The other, a red, flies over to Bethane and curls around her neck. �What are these things?� he asks her. �I don�t know. I can�t say I�ve ever seen anything like them.� she says scratching the head of the one that had landed on her. �But if I had to guess I would says that they come from there.� And she points at the portal in front of them.
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