+==Zedona the Plague
==+

After his awakening, Xavier, or rather Zedona, sat quietly in his bed, silently fuming. All these centuries, he had been living out lives of misery and agony, while no doubt those miserable Scions of Light were living it up in luxery in their creator's favour.

He wondered quietly. Were the others awake? Was it just him who regained his memories? The frail man wasn't too sure, but he could find out.

He closed his eyes, beginning to concentrate. Slowly, he could feel it. The energies of those who were not human, those like himself. The scions. He could feel the light of their light born counterparts, filling him with rage, but he could also feel the darkness of his bretheren. He could feel the different signatures of each darkness. The burning flame of Fafnir, the cold ice of Eirwyn, and even the soothing light of...

"Naraza..." he murmured softly. Yes, her, the only one who ever seemed to give a crap about him.

Slowly, he began to pull himself from his bed, slipping into the wheelchair. After a few minutes of difficulty, the dark scion of poison had changed into a more suitable attire. He had to go seek out the others. He had to bring them together. With any luck, the scions of light had yet to realise that they had awakened. This would give them an excellent opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

He wheeled out of his apartment, heading for the elevator. He knew instantly where to go first. Towards that soothing light, the same light that led the first charge against the gods that forsook them.

Nazara...

Zedona's out and searching for the others. Sure, he's looking for Nazara, but feel free to run into him if you wish.

in other words, TAG everyone!