The release of Meridious did not go unnoticed. Several of the ethereal beings sensed his return. They gathered and conspired to return him to captivity. Working together they forced him from the body of Cha’arin. Although they outnumbered him, it was still quite a struggle. Their attempts to restrain Meridious devastated many of the nearby structures. The people who were left to witness the battle, saw only their city falling. They believed the Gods had been angered and were punishing them for D’arrls actions and greed.

Buildings were destroyed. Some structures fell to fire while others were blown apart by wind. Streets were flooded, carrying away many individuals and their possessions as well. As children cried, women screamed and their men battled to salvage what they could.

Trapped within multiple walls of shifting elemental forms, Meridious was finally caught. As punishment for his actions he was again condemned to the planet core. His influence on life would be revoked. He was to be banished to darkness and subjected to the negativity of all things. They would secure his cell and seal it with each of the four elements. Having once again tasted freedom, however brief, he set in motion a means for his recurrent release before the final seal was placed

“Each thousandth time the tale is told
Shall He be released from dreadful hole
To walk the land of flesh and then
Reclaim the lives of two again.”

The hollow raspy voice that spoke the spell, emanated from a man who witnessed the destruction of his beloved city. That same man had been shown what would happen next. His people, lost and leaderless, began to disperse. He had been named their leader. He was supposed to guide them. He stood, broken, unable to move. He was frozen in the exact same spot he had been standing when his brother’s stomach had ruptured. The only change was one of outward appearance. A solitary tear rolled down his cheek.

Cha’arin’s mind never came back, and The People Of The Wind were no more.