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Make the Power Stars into Splinters.

Silas had been crying for a while now. He decided to go outside. Then run away. He knew that his new guardian would find him again, but he simply couldn't bear it, to think about that spike in his heart. And he was also afraid of what might happen if Tena found out that he had that spike.

Silas was feeling a bit better. He had moved into his room, where he found a dog, Bud. He had been told this name by his adoptive mother, Tena, who he still wasn't sure what to call. Silas didn't care, at the moment. He simply waited on his bed, until a bodyless shadow walked in beneath his door. "Hello, Silas. It seems you went and got yourself adopted. Lucky," Jaco said. "Hey Jaco," Silas quietly responded. "How ya doin'?" "Dead. I'm just here to make sure the same thing doesn't happen to you," Jaco answered. "Thanks, buddy." At the word buddy, Bud's ears perked up, and then he jumped onto Silas' bed.

Silas stared out the window of his new house. He had been doing so for the past seven hours, still in shock. He hadn’t had time to mourn his grandfather while living on the streets, for he had been too busy fighting for his life. Yet now that he had time to think about it, Silas was in shock.

Ahh wait @Nohadon I changed my mind... @AxeliustheGreat! ADOPT ME! I'M LONELY! PLEASE!

My new character: @Nohadon

Ah oops got mixed up. Silas is a cadmium Misting, zinc Ferring, and hemalurgically granted steel Ferring.

Never build anything for Jaco. There would be Shalash-like repercussions.

Hey @Nohadon could you add Silas as a trainee in year seven/year six’s end? Skills: Street fighting, skillful use of chromium Allomancy, zinc and steel Feruchemy. Age (at that point): 16

Location: AlleyPlanet. Time: About two weeks post SDW. Silas was sad. He usually was, because there was something wrong with his brain, apparently. Six years ago, when he was just two, his parents disappeared, so he had been raised by his grandpa for the last six years. Two things made Silas happy: his grandfather’s stories, and then the power he felt from tapping and burning metals. His mother had been a chromium Misting, while his father had been a zinc Ferring, both of which abilities he received. Silas was sitting down at his grandfather’s feet, next to the fire. His grandfather began speaking: “One month ago, a good friend of mine died. His name was Jaco Seresh, and while he might not have been the most sane, deep down he was a good person, shockingly enough. That is, up until the Seven Day War started. He was changed against his will into a demon, Bloodbath, who still walks this land. Apparently, however, Jaco freed his mind from Bloodbath, setting his shadow free. So what should you say if you see a lone shadow, Silas?” “Hello, fellow, want some Jell-O?” Silas quickly (and wrongly) responded. “No, silly boy! Say ‘Oh fellow I see, a person was lost, for I am of the house of Jost. A person I know, away he did go, and so his soul was tossed.’ Jaco wrote those words for us to use as a code. The proper response to hear is - *%@$! They’re here! Run!” Old Grandfather urged. “I can’t leave you, grandpa! I need your help!” Silas cried. “Then leave me with a hug,” grandfather said. Silas looked at the staff which his grandfather always carried with him. Silas had assumed that the spike on the end was a relic from when his grandfather had been a warrior. He was wrong, for the spike was an uncharged pewter hemalurgic spike. As they embraced for a final time, grandfather stabbed the spike up through his shoulderblade and into Silas’ heart. Silas now had his grandfather’s feruchemic steel, making Silas quite quick. * * * As Silas looked at the burning remains of his home, he saw a bodyless shadow. So, Silas said the proper thing: “Oh fellow I see, a person was lost, for I am of the house of Jost. A person I know, away he did go, and so his soul was tossed.” “*%@$! They’re here! Run!” the shadow cried. “Follow me! I will teach you how to live on the streets and protect you!” So, as a new chapter of his life began, Silas Jostson chased Jaco’s shadow into the nearest alleyway.

Bloodbath pulled out a nuke-elele and began screaming, then killed about fifty abominations. Yum.

Bloodbath basked in the flame, for he was flame. He was a creature of blood, fire, and death. His creators had made him to carry out his job as if you were doing brain surgery with an atomic bomb. He was destruction incarnate. Bloodbath ran, looking all around for a place to Oracle. He needed to see the bomb coming.

Bloodbath dove towards one of the massive blood puddles, and popped out right behind Derek, stabbing him.

Bloodbath stabbed Derek. “Sinhonrat lhog igewnqi omaraton! Notaramo iqnwegi gohl tarnohnis!” Bloodbath cried, shooting fire upward into the sky, ripping open a hole towards somewhere. He jumped, attempting to pull Derek in with him.

Bloodbath decided that he would rather die than continue living. Or rather, Jaco did. Jaco tore his shadow from the feet of Bloodbath, which caused a Change. All blue left Bloodbath, and was replaced with a glowing orange, like magma beneath his skin. He cracked. The only stabilization of Bloodbath was gone, so he knew it was time to kill anything and everything one sight.

Bloodbath made every single rude gesture he could and then jumped off the birb, landing in a blood puddle.

Bloodbath ripped out three spikes, then stabbed them all into himself.

"Yo ugly birb! Should we kill you? I think we should!" Bloodbath hollered. He jumped off of a wall and somehow landed on the Phoenix, then removed a spike. @Voidus

Proof: Hoid is... well, Hoid. Erm... INSTANT NOODLES! Theory: Brandon is actually the Stormfather, and he is simply telling us of his adventures.

"Five arms? I would think that we should simply find a way to remove your height, and make it easier to live among us." Bloodbath countered.

"Once, again, only payback and THE SOLE REASON I WAS CREATED! No hard feelings though. I think we should just find a way to safely remove your spikes and be done with it."