[center][i]"There will always be evil yet it might never seem that way..."[/i][/center] 

At this point as he watched the scene unfold he knew this couldn't end well.

He quickly dispelled the scry spell then frantically prepared a teleportation spell, as he pinpointed the exact location of the situation now unfolding.

He thought this would go horribly wrong for his brothers and sisters might misunderstand the situation yet he himself did not understand, how was it that Brontes was not the monster?

Yet he pushed the thought aside as he finished his spell then in a flash of light he disappeared.

[hr]

Armarion appeared where he had thought his brother and Brontes had been yet was not in time they were gone somewhere now not letting themselves become apparent to him,  tears formed in his eyes and he leaned against a wall as he felt sorrow once again.

All Aramarion wanted was to track down his brother and show him that he actually cared all he wanted was his brother to realize that he was important.

He wiped away the fist tear but they came streaming out and he retreated into a nearby alcove in between the buildings of the city and sat upon a trash can crying casting a spell so no one could hear him yet he left out a part so only the cries amplified so that his brother Amare and maybe even Amos could here him cry because he had lost two things important to him.

He felt lost and he wanted no other Gods or Goddesses to know that he was a hopeless reck other than those who cared about him or were dear to him he shivered and he heaved a breath and more tears came bright shining tears of light that held his magic, the beautiful magic of the world and he made sure none spilt onto the earth for he was sure that he could let no magic free onto earth other than for plants and animals or important beings.

Yet he sat and cried because he didn't know where his brother was once again and also he had just lost another thing important to him he remembered that Amos was somewhere lost maybe.

Yet he sat and cried not knowing what to do but cry and let those who he cared for be the only people who could hear his sobbing.

A spell amplified the sound for a few specific people, Amos and Amare.