[bamthedoc]

[color=royal blue]Mordrid, to this scene, knows not what to say. Besides, he realizes his words would be for naught. He looks at Aphra, slowly stumbling to her feet. She seems to hold her arm carrying that heavy mace. The weapon leans heavy on her soul. Perhaps too young is she. She walks over to Trias, holding her hands over his barely concious body. She begins a light incantation, that Trias recognizes. He can hardly believe that Martha is affording him her healing grace. He had betrayed the heavens, and Matha is one of the heads there. She even was powerful enough to have aided Bahamut in becoming the multi-planar dragon-god he is now.[/color]