Arn placed a gentle hand upon upon Eilis.  He set her down gently and then stood over her protectively.  His voice was calm but cold and as deadly as a sharp blade.  [color=0072bc]“No one will touch her.  You make her out to be certain death to the world.  Yet you or yours did not do her the mercy of ending her life as you claim.  You wanted to use her.  When she would not be your pawn you sought to end her.  She attempted to leave that cursed life behind.  It was you who triggered her turn to darkness.”[/color]

His eyes narrowed. [color=0072bc] “No one will touch her.  She is stronger than all of us here.  She is stronger than the destiny you would thrust upon her.  She deserves a chance to live a life that does not have you or your damned beliefs in it.”[/color]

His eyes started to glow.  [color=0072bc]“No one will touch her.”[/color]  He said again.  A warning to any in the room.

Scylla scoffed at his words.
"She is strong is she? Are you sure about that 'Zipperboy'? How long do you think she will last? A month? Half a year?" Scylla cut back. "And someone is already touching her and no that someone ain't you." She threw her hands up at the folly of these men.
"I triggered her turn to darkness? That's rich! She is death incarnate boy!" She snarled before she seemed to reel her anger back in.
"You don't know what you are talking off. Just because you're pining for her doesn't mean that she gets to live...and also my beliefs have nothing to do with that. Cause if it was up to me she would never have been bound in the first place. But as I said that was not my call to make nor hers for that matter. Her fate was sealed the day her gift came to light." Scylla explained by not truly making things any clearer. 

She eyed the young woman with contempt and looked disapprovingly at Arn.
"Oh she may try to leave it all behind, but unfortunately 'Sparky' she can't escape from it. It is only a matter of time before he breaks her completely." Scylla stated as she looked at the two other men as if to convince them to take action.
"And he will. She won't last long from what I've seen."

"He?" Tyrhallan asked stating the obvious question.

"Yes He. After all you think a person simply dies when their life gets snuffed out? You might aspire to be a candle, but I can tell you the moment the flame is snuffed the candle won't suddenly cease to be." 
She saw the Knight narrow his eyes trying to understand what she was hinting at.

"We are all part of the great cycle. Only difference is unlike us, it is eternal and one fateful day a poor deluded schmuck wanted to reverse the irreversable, to stop Fate in its tracks and deny Death its ultimate victory. A thousand children he sacrificed so his life would be prolonged. An eternal entity. An immoral Immortal who chose to do it over the backs of the innocent and the powerless. He murdered the very brother of the young boy that would grow up to become the Sorcerer King and he sought vengeance. Vengeance for the horrors and cruel deeds the man was guilty off. The sad part is most of the world regards him as a hero who ultimately defeated the Sorcerer King or so the legends would have you believe. The man called Tourmaline was many things, but a hero? I would state he was as much of a villain as the Sorcerer King was."

"That is all fine, but what does it have to do with her?" Tyrhallan pressed before he received a glare.

"I am getting at that you muppet!" She replied sharply. 
"Tourmaline prolonged his life with not just magic, but using a machine. He prefered those gifted with magic, who are more in tune with the Aetherfield and its manipulation of it. He uses them till they are spent and then continues on to the next. She carries his magical bindings. An old ritual that basically allows him to transfer his soul and attach itself to a body, like a leech. Sucking more and more power and control away from the real soul of the body. Or in this case his girlfriend." She said pointing towards Arn.