"Your name is a word given to you to be called by. If you are nothing, then your name means nothing which means your actions are nothing which means you do not exist, or live," Meirion finished. Even she was confused now. "It's nothing to do with the fact of your actual name. It's the fact that you don't live up to it. You are nothing. Not even worthy of a name. An it."

Meirion looked around her wondering where he was. Suddenly, she was overpowered by a presence, her presence. "Eugh," she muttered as she was pushed onto the hard, stone cold floor. Blood scraped her skin and Meirion was sure she gained a couple of bruises.

Turning around, she wrestled with her shadow. When the attempts were futile, Meirion swore, "Blow this," she murmured.

With that, she closed her eyes, feeling the force of the shadow rip through her. Ruane grimaced with pain but carried on. Finding a suitable plain, her shadow suddenly disappeared into it, safe.

She opened her eyes, and stood, breathing raggedly, "A very clever trick. Where did you learn it," she spat.

Myth glared back at her. "Are you saying that I do not exist? If I do not exist then how am I here?" His voice dropped low and deadly. "I live up to my name, question is...do you?"

Slowly he sat down on one of the high window-sills, watching her fight the shadow, it wasn't long before she figured out what to do.

"I am a user of light and dark magic. Shadow manipulation is a simple skill for dark magic." He muttered, turning to the candle. "So is light manipulation..." With a wave of his hand, the candle turned so bright it seemed to swallow everything. This light...was perhaps bright enough to blind a normal human. He waited for Ruane's response...

Meirion shrugged casually, "Well, the possibilities are endless," she replied, slightly mocking. "A blip in the atmosphere," she answered deftly without hesitation.

She looked at him, considering the question before replying, "I do not need to live up to my name. It is insignificant. I have proved myself, but you... are different."

"Of course," Meirion said, tilting her head slightly. The light gradually grew so bright it nearly blinded her. Meirion raised her hand up to her eyes and darkened the glow with her blue electricity. The light steadily became dimmer under her intensity.

Myth did not reply to what Ruane said, he does exist, he knows he does...does he? The question made him begin to doubt whether he is here or not, everything was stolen from him long ago...maybe his life, his very existence was stolen as well...

"How am I different?" He asked in his monotone voice. "Why? How?"

Myth turned away, losing interest with what she was doing now. He felt weird like something was coming back to him...was it sadness? He mentally slapped himself. 'Not a chance.' He said in his mind, God took it and there was no chance that he'll get it back. He bit his thumbnail, he could feel it, his mind felt like screaming. This woman, she gave him something to work on, she gave him back one of his feelings, not fully but some of it had returned. Myth jumped off and landed gracefully onto the ground. "I'll be taking my leave...I must say...thank you." He didn't make eye contact, but he did wait.

"Everyone is different," Meirion said, focusing on him intensely, "You are majorly different from the rest because of your actions, your views and your past."

She paused and carried on, "Sometimes, being too different has its disadvantages."

Meirion nodded, glad that the fight had ended and his purpose... for now. "Thank you for what?" she asked, confused.

"That is true." Myth said to himself. And it was, everyone is different. "If I am different I am different, I cannot be majorly different."

Myth turned his head so that he can just see her. "I prefer to be...'one of a kind' as you might say." Myth muttered, tuning back around.

"Dear Ruane...you...gave me back one of my feelings." Myth turned around, walking past her and to the door. "May we meet again, you are...different." He said with a small, even genuine smile. Slowly, he opened the doors taking a step outside.

"Farewell, dear Ruane." Myth gave a deep bow before he lifted into the air, not disappearing just yet...

"You sure about that?" Meirion quizzed.

She watched him leave and considered his statement at the same time. What he said obviously meant a lot to him. Having one feeling back. Meirion managed a small smile at his mention of different.

Walking forwards, she lingered at the door, "Will you fight me the next time we meet?" she called upwards, tilting her head to position him in her view.

"I am quite sure." He muttered wearily, sighing. His white wing came in front and he pulled off the near-falling feathers before giving it a great flap, all the feathers flying off it.

He hovered there, thinking about what she said. "Perhaps not. It...depends, dear Ruane. Will you think differently of me the next time we meet?" He asked back, turning around so that he can see her properly...

The feathers floated in front of her as Meirion sought Myth's expression.

She looked down, "Of course," Ruane remarked, staring off into the distance before meeting Myth's gaze, "What do you mean differently?" she asked, frowning slightly. "In a good way or bad way?"

Meirion thought for a moment before answering, "I will still think the same as I do now because you haven't reappeared for me to change that view," she said slowly, testing it out.

"I won't judge," Meirion said, "Well, I'll try not to. Give you the benefit of the doubt and all, since you do have a bit of angel inside."

Myth looked at her. "In...a good way." He turned to her, a small smile dancing across his lips. "A good way." He repeated again, more confidently.

"Of course." Myth answered, nodding slightly...slightly.

Myth sighed. "I hope I can retrieve that side of me...for my benefit and everyone else that I meet." He said sadly. Now he knew why people were afraid of him, because he was swallowed up by his bloodlust and his revenge on God, to prove to God that he can defeat him...now he wasn't so sure, he was still weak.

"I hope you'll think better of me next time we meet. Farewell, dear Ruane." His wings flapped and he flew off into the distance out of view...