Ascendant: Divine Inheritance (IC)

Roan had only been on the shore for mere hours after weeks of travel across the sea. The journey had not been pleasant but the war veteran had to admit he was glad to be out of the capitol. The ‘office work’ of his new position was boring on the best days. Upon arrival he was greeted by General Lucius Malignis, who had already been occupying SíneachTalún for months prior. Diplomatic matters with this barbaric country had been less than ideal in spite of the Emperor’s efforts. The Imperial army occupying their southern border was a precaution against a counter invasion against Azureth. While Roan didn’t fully agree with recalling all of the Imperial military except for this small line of defense, he understood the reasoning behind it. Showing too much force while trying to negotiate peace would be counterproductive.
Roan’s purpose for travelling here was diplomatic. The army had faced many attacks from individuals and certain clans of late. Roan had been sent to provide reinforcements and help to discourage the Síneach from trying any further attacks. He was also sent to help Malignis to negotiate terms of peace with the barbarian King Haldor Lothbrock of the Southern Lands. His orders were to meet with his old war friend Lucius to be briefed on the recent updates of the war and later to greet King Lothbrok’s daughter who would be sent to escort them to meet her father. Roan was already considering the possibility that this meeting could be a trap meant to isolate the imperial noble and general from their army for an easy kill. He was considering measures to be taken in case such a thing were to happen. The morning grew late as Roan heard Lucius give orders to his men and the new reinforcements who had recently arrived. The time had come to meet him in his tent to go over the plan and meet the SíneachKing’s daughter. As he walked over, he couldn’t help but admire his surroundings. The land of SíneachTalún was admittedly appealing. The shore on which they stood was mostly covered in green land and large rocky cliffs. The sand along the shore was black. In the far distance Roan could make out the tallest mountains he had ever seen. The top peaks were covered in dark hanging clouds that draped over the north end of the island. A similar fog seemed to drape over the land before him as well, though not as thick. Obviously the landscape around where the army camped had been disturbed but that was to be expected from the recent assaults.
Roan made it to his destination and entered the tent. He reviewed a map of the land that was positioned on a table in the center of the tent while he waited for Lucius to arrive.

Lucius frowned as he looked up to the sky. Low hanging clouds blocked out the late morning sun, bringing a shade to the campsite. After months of being stationed out here, they had barely had chance to see the sun. Finally though, their reinforcements had arrived. Lucius had been surprised to hear that Roan was with them. He was intrigued to hear what brought the man to this part of the world.

Later in the day, Lucius noticed Roan making his way to his tent. Checking the sun, Lucius realized how late in the day it was getting. “Men!” he bellowed to the reinforcements that arrived with Roan. “Get yourselves settled in. You're in for the long haul.” Most of the men groaned, but Lucius noticed a few that were attentive to every word he said. After dismissing them, Lucius made his own way over to the tent. He stepped through the open flap and saluted Roan.

“Sir! Glad to see you made it safe. I figured that bastard Haldor would pull some ugly trick and try for your head. Not like it would be the first time.” A smirk formed on Lucius’ face.

Roan didn’t look up from the map at first as Lucius approached the table. “At this point I would dare these infamous Lothbroks to try me, friend. It would be much more entertaining than the real purpose of my being here.” he glanced up with a cocky grin on his face. “Besides I want to test if that queen of his has the spark they say she does.” he heard a snicker from one of the guards posted at the entrance of the tent. Lucius also chuckled at the joke, knowing full well what Roan was getting himself into.

“But thinking of ugly tricks, our own Emperor is sending us to meet with the enemy to negotiate peace with these people.” Roan walked to the same side of the table as Lucius. “You have been here longer so I trust your judgement. How likely do you figure this meeting is a trap to get the two of us alone?”

Lucius pondered over the question as he leaned on the other side of the table. The map on it contained the layout of SíneachTalún, with key points marked on it of the barbarian camps. “We haven't had a battle on a larger scale as of yet. Some skirmishes here and there. While no one has lost a life yet, some of the men have been viciously set upon. They have all lost at least one limb.”

Lucius turned his head to Roan. “These… people, I guess you could call them, are savage and relentless. They seem to crave battle. If I were a betting man, I would put money on a trap springing itself if we meet them alone.” A tone in his voice suggested Lucius wished this to be a thing. He himself was craving the battlefield, like an addiction you could never quite kick.

Roan considered Lucius’s words. He couldn't help but feel like it was a win/win situation. The general’s apparent enthusiasm on the matter only amused the Saxan nobleman. “Well then.” Roan clapped Lucius’s shoulder in good humor. “Let's hope you're right. Either we accomplish Emperor Newgates mission. Or, should we fail, at least I get a good fight before returning to the tedium of Sax.”

******

Zamir stood at the entrance to the beach where the Azureth camp was situated. ‘Poor choice’ he thought to himself. ‘Station men on the ridge around the entrance with bow and arrow and they would have nowhere to retreat. Suppose I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt. They are here to talk peace.’

Zamir made his way down the path to the camp. When the Azureth soldiers finally noticed him they began shouting in their tuneless language and scrambling around preparing for attack. It made him smile to think that one man sent the ants into a panic. As he got closer Zamir put his hands up flat to show he meant no threat. He was approached by four men aiming spears towards him. “I am here for the Emperors first”.

*******

Suddenly a man burst into the tent looking winded. Roan recognized him as one of his own who arrived that same day. “Sir!” He addressed Roan first and then Lucius “Sir.” He saluted respectfully if not rushed. “A giant has come to camp. He wishes to speak with you both.” the soldier approached and handed Roan a stone marked with the family crest of the Lothbroks.

“Calm yourself, soldier. We have been expecting him.” Roan was somewhat amused by the man's reaction to seeing a Síneachfor the first time. But also embarrassed that one if his own men would react in such a way.
The soldier frowned “But sir, I thought you were sent word that Haldor Lothbrok intended to send his daughter. This is a man.”

Roan considered this. “Well… perhaps Sersha Lothbrok is just ugly.” He turned to Lucius. “Shall we?”

Lucius chuckled. “Man or woman, a giant is a giant. Let’s get this going.”

The two men followed the messenger and made their way to the far East end of camp where Zamir waited.

 

(Kai and I)

Coming from the shadows Merrick killed two men. Stabbing one with his rapier and slicing another's throat with a flick of his wrist and his dagger. He killed another two before the first had hit the floor.

Two of the targets paused stunned by what had been done to their friends. Before they had time to allow terror to set in Rhysand released them from the pain of mortal existence. Now there was only two targets left Rhysand locked eyes with the one who smiled as he capitulated his life.

Merrick stepped in a cleanly killed the other with a swift pull across his throat. The man gurgled a moment before falling down and being silent.

“Let us be done with this place” Merrick said flicking the blood from his weapons before releasing them back to the shadows.

“I shall be with you shortly” Rhysand replied as he placed Obol for Charon on the eyes of the recently deceased.

“By the Gods. Why waste time with such frivolous matters. Let those who cared for these men to give them their parting gifts” Merrick said the irritation clear in his voice. “Let us leave before we are discovered”

“It does no harm to have some weight on our side of the scales of cosmic balance. Okay I’m ready to head” Rhysand replied slipping into the aetherial plane. ‘They don’t linger here either if they have passage.’

“Cosmic balance” Merrick scoffed. “It’s not our business if they linger or not. We open the passage and leave them to it” he said gruffly before turning to shadow and making his way out.

‘You don't have to run into them again with your shadow jumping’ Rhysand thought following his partner of justice, the recent deaths making the passage in and out of the plane simple to navigate.

Once the two had managed to safely navigate their way off the premises they both appeared in their normal forms.

“Now then. Grab the horses and let us return to the clan.” Merrick told Rhysand as the two started to make their way home.

 

(Hope and I.)

In the recent few years, Desmond had grown used to the bitter cold mornings under the Labiski sky. Still, there was something about this particular morning that felt colder than most. Maybe it only felt that way in contrast to the blue flames he was in the midst of only hours earlier. Could also be the solemn state of his company. He had been riding southward on horseback for hours, all in silence. The child was clearly upset by the events of the day. She rode next to him and hadn’t said a word since he had visited her tent and told her the news.
Desmond knew Roxanne Sternshade for most of her life, since she was brought to the clan when she was six. In her first year, Desmond was under the impression the child was a mute. She never spoke a word, and was always starting fires. In the time that followed, the girl eventually came out of her shell. She was a good kid, if not a little bit of a trouble maker. She was often seen helping the healers or playing with the other children in the clan. It was no secret she enjoyed teasing her guardians, always trying to outsmart them. Her warmth and spark were amusing and sometimes Desmond could scarcely believe she was the same person as the sad little girl he had met eight years prior. But there was always the underlying shadow behind her spitfire personality. Beneath it all, she was damaged.
Now more than ever, Desmond could see that. He could only hope she could snap out of it as she had before. She had too many people depending on her. “Hey, kid.” he broke the silence, rather cautiously, “That was rough… this morning.” he scratched his head, unsure of how else to say what was on his mind.

Roxanne was barely paying attention to her companion. She stared at the saddle in front of her, her eyes narrowed slightly when he spoke but otherwise she remained silent.

“I mean, yeah obviously, right?” he let out a nervous chuckle “I’d have probably done the same thing if I were you. Who needs that dumb old tent anyway?”

Still no response.

‘Damn it…’ Desmond huffed. “Look… Roxanne….” Her name seemed to get her attention. She finally looked up from the saddle to glance at Desmond, though her expression wasn’t much friendlier. “What I’m trying to say is I’m sorry, okay? You’ve been dealt a bad hand. But I’m going to protect you now.” he studied her for a moment before turning his gaze back to the road.

There was a long pause before the silence was broken again. “I don’t… need you.” Roxanne’s voice was hoarse and it was clear she was being careful to mind her tone. She knew her travel companion well. Desmond was the leader of the Orcus clan and a man who had shown her nothing more than kindness her whole life. But that didn’t seem to matter now. There was a part of her that wanted to lash out. But she knew the consequences of letting those emotions get the better of her. He didn’t deserve that.

In spite of her efforts, Desmond could hear the anger and loss in Roxanne’s voice. As a courtesy, he pretended he didn’t notice. He only sighed, tugging at the reigns of her horse to keep it in line with the path. “Oh trust me, kid, I know you don’t.”

“Good. Then let me go back.”

“Can’t do that, kid. I promised them I’d take care of you if anything happened to them.”

“I’m not a ‘kid.’ And I don’t think this is what they had in mind...” Roxanne muttered. There was no point in reminding him that her late family didn’t want her in the ascension and that he was going against her wishes, and theirs, to take her to Sax. She had already made that argument earlier. It clearly wasn’t going to make a difference.

“Okay, that’s fair. I’ll level with you..” Desmond admitted with a shrug. “I do remember the reservations they had about you becoming an ascendant. I know this isn’t what you want, either. But things have to change.” He paused to allow Roxanne to respond. When she didn’t, he continued. “I'm doing what's best for you and for the clan. Someday you'll understand that.”

Roxanne hissed and turned her attention back to the road. Like hell.

The rest of the road to Sax was spent in a similar mood. Desmond could tell trying to get Roxanne over her most recent loss would not be easy. It would take patience. But it was important to help her focus her anger and pain on training her abilities. The future of his whole clan rested on her narrow shoulders. Admittedly, putting her under such pressure didn’t sit well with him. But he believed it was the right thing to do. Hopefully she would understand in time.

***

“There it is.” Desmond spoke as the two of them approached the gates to Sax.

Roxanne had never seen the capital city before and couldn’t help herself but to be at little impressed. The climate was much different than she was used to. It was greener. And the city was so big. Roxanne was sure she hadn’t seen so many people in one place before in her life.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Desmond noticed Roxanne’s interest.

Annoyed, Roxanne instantly looked away. “It’s fine I guess.”

At the gate, Desmond dismounted his horse and Roxanne did the same. Desmond glanced at the sky to determine the time of day. As he did, he suddenly felt a person get a little too close. Stepping to the side, he narrowly dodged a clumsy woman who nearly ran into him. "Oops!" the slender young woman exclaimed apologetically as she brushed past Desmond. Her purple eyes darted between Roxanne and Desmond. "Sorry, I guess I didn't see you there." she giggled nervously while straightening the ribbon tying her white hair back.
"Don't worry about it." Desmond dismissed her happily enough. But as the woman turned to walk away, Desmond suddenly frowned. He stepped after her, grabbing her wrist and pulling it up to reveal his coin purse. He glared, taking it back from her, he roughly released the woman's arm. “Don’t stray, Roxanne. The city can be dangerous.” he protectively put his arm around his teenage companion and guided her away from the stranger who had just tried to rob him.

****
The white haired woman watched the man and little girl walk away as a sly grin crossed her face. She reached into her pocket and pulled out it's contents to briefly glance at them. A small silver key which she had pulled from the man's belt when he was focused on his purse. Nailed it! She cheerfully straightened her hood before disappearing into the crowd.

 

(Me, Hope, and Taboo Sho.)

The inside of the castle was even more impressive than the city itself. Roxanne couldn’t help but notice the stark difference between her current surroundings to the village from which she had come. The off smell of the city outside was completely shut out by the walls of the courtyard and the impressive gardens. Ariana and Lilith led her through a doorway between massive marble pillars and through that was a long hallway well lit by windows and mirrors. The walls were lined by fine art and decor even in an area such as this, meant for passage between more important wings. Although admittedly beautiful, Roxanne felt strangely out of place already. It made her feel even more uneasy than before and she kept her distance from the two girls guiding her, keeping her eyes ahead.

Lilith gazed back at Roxanne for a third time since they began their walk towards her quarters. The girl maintained a somewhat healthy distance from them, and made a point to stare right at their backs. She couldn’t decide whether that was something she wanted to try and amend, or if she should just leave it alone. When in doubt. She thought to herself as she turned to Ariana, “What should we do? She’s acting all lonesome and stuff.”

Ariana had also been considering her options. She shot Lilith a half smile and intentionally slowed her pace to allow Roxanne to catch up. “So, councilor Omen seems nice. Is he your father?” Ariana tried to make conversation.

Roxanne scoffed in response to the question, but with a quick glance at Ariana it was clear she was waiting patiently for an answer. “No…” she shook her head, keeping her gaze forward.”...No, he isn’t.” her answer was short and sweet, unsure of what else to say.

“Oh… it's a shame. We aren't used to seeing people come in so late in life, pardon my curiosity.” Ariana kept up the conversation effortlessly. “So who are your parents then? We're they proud when you were chosen?”

“I would rather not talk about that.” Roxanne’s patience with the personal questions was wearing thin but as far as she could tell, Ariana’s curiosity was innocent.

“That's ok. No rush of course.” Ariana led the way to a stairwell “You will have your own apartments here in the castle up these stairs. Should be a huge improvement to whatever dusty wagon you grew up in.”

“Excuse me?” Roxanne was taken aback. She stopped walking at the base of the stairs, her eyebrow raised slightly.

“Come on.” Ariana cheerfully reached down and took a hold of Roxanne's arm, pulling her to keep moving. Her hand was promptly shrugged off but the desired effect was reached. Roxanne was moving again but better yet, she had managed to spark an emotion. The rise she got out of the Orcus girl by insulting her childhood home was a clear sign of a weak point in her aloof attitude. “I just mean you're lucky, you know? Everyone knows the Orcus aren't a fortunate clan. You are coming from poverty and now you're basically royalty. I'd be proud if I was your family.”

Roxanne was being pushed closer to the edge with this girl. But she was still trying to be patient. “You know, I think I can find the rest of the way myself if you just tell me where to go.”

Lilith sighed and gave a side glare towards Ariana before looking back at Roxanne, “You know what? I just had an idea.” She looked back at her best friend and frowned, “Let’s play the quiet game while we walk the rest of the way, kay?” She turned her gaze back to Roxanne and chuckled, rubbing the back of her head nervously, “forgive her, she kinda doesn’t have a filter. I’m working on it, I promise.”

Ariana feigned surprise “What? I'm just trying to get to know her is all. Anyway we're close to your rooms.”

“Hmm.” Roxanne half heartedly responded to what they were saying but mostly retreated back to her original disinterested attitude.”

Lilith turned back to Roxanne once more with a smile, “My father, the Emperor, wants to meet with you at some point, sooner would probably be better… if you catch my drift. He can get you settled in way better than we ever could. He’s an old man though, so go easy on him.”

Lilith’s comment failed to stir Roxanne. “Yeah, ok.”

“Ooookay…” Ariana was happy enough with the interaction for the moment. Either way their time was up. They had reached the rooms reserved for Roxanne and her people. “This is where you will be staying. Your things will be sent up. And an attendant will arrive to show you to the throne room when you're ready.” She waved to Lilith for her to follow as she started to walk away. “See you later, Roxanne.”

Roxanne ignored the two girls and walked into the room without another word. Her first order of business was to check the door for a lock. Gratefully it was accessible without too much trouble. Finally alone, her mind was left to process the events of the day. As if she had suddenly stepped off the edge of an unseen cliff, she was thrown into everything she had been holding back. She rested her head against the door, striking it with an open palm before turning and slamming her back against it. She brought her hands over her face, fighting to hold herself steady in spite of the fact that she was already falling. Her lungs burned and she realized she was holding her breath but she didn’t care. If that’s what it took to stay above her stupid human emotions then so be it, they could burst. Her eyes were the next to sting as her head got lighter. She allowed herself to slide into a sitting position. As much as she tried to hold it in, her body’s need for air forced her to release in the form of a shaky gasp. She rocked back hard against the door again, keeping her hands balled in front of her eyes she took another breath and held it in. Just one more breath. Then, she would get a hold of herself.

*****

Desmond made his way to the throne room. Much like Roxanne, he found the royal home to be a bit too extravagant for his tastes. Still, it was clean which was a nice change from the desert road he had just travelled on. As he approached the throne room he was greeted by two guards who crossed their spears in his path.
“State your purpose sir.”

“Desmond Owen, of Orcus. I was instructed to speak with the Emperor upon my arrival here.”

The guard to Desmond’s left retracted his spear and the right followed suit. The left guard was clearly in charge. He turned to the door and tapped it three times and awaited a response.

Newgate smiled as he heard the knocks on the door, the ascendant must have finally arrived. “Enter, please.” He responded quickly, before sliding the paperwork he had on Roxanne Sternshade into a side drawer and returning to his throne as the door was opened.

The guard opened the door and allowed Desmond to walk inside. As he entered, the guard closed the door again. The two of them were alone which struck Desmond as odd. It was normal procedure for the Emperor to be attended by at least one squire but then again, Newgate was building himself a reputation for not following the norm. Either way, Desmond was glad to not have to worry about this particular formality. “Emperor Newgate, sir. I am Desmond Omen of the Orcus clan. I had the pleasure of meeting your daughter at the gate upon my arrival. She told me, though, that you wanted to speak with me yourself.”

“Yes… I figured you would come alone as well, given your charge’s… situation.” The emperor shook his head and sighed heavily, “Desmond. I need you to tell me why you decided to enter Roxanne into the trials, especially given what the report sent ahead of you both informed me of. To suffer such loss, and then be thrown into this… it can’t be easy on a child so young.”

Desmond paused. He was expecting this to be the topic, obviously. But it was still an uneasy one. “Yes… I wondered if that would come up. Roxanne was left in my care only recently due to unfortunate circumstances. Given the sensitivity of her… talents… it would be a danger to leave her among mortal caregivers in my clan after the loss of her family. The grieving process for her is dangerous as I’m sure you know as a father of a gifted child yourself.”

Newgate nodded solemnly, “I am aware of how difficult it is to lose someone close to your heart… My wife passed after giving birth to our daughter, and to this day I still find myself mourning. So to say I understand her pain, is not an understatement.”

“So hopefully you understand, sire, the choices I was left with. She was set up for a difficult life. One of hardship especially with the state my clan is in already. Even if I was somehow able to find her a new home, few of my people could actually care for her the way she deserves. At least this way, I can care for her myself and make sure she is given a good life- and a long one gods willing your reign is prosperous.” he paused, giving his next statement some thought. “I won’t deny also, this is good for my clan. The Orcus are not doing well, after the reign of Diana Sol. I do what I can to protect my people but as I’m sure you’re aware, your council is insistant upon bringing us back into the alliance. Roxanne’s status in your home guarantees a stable reunion.”

Emperor Newgate pondered what was said for a moment and shook his head with a sigh, “Desmond, I understand what my council wants. I understand what Diana did, and I understand that this will not be easy to hear I’m sure, but as one of my council, you should know. I aim to amend the trials… Very nearly abolish them actually. I do not want this country to be run on violence, and bloodshed. Look where it has gotten us, look at the Amazons. Look at your clan. The pain caused by all this war is completely unnecessary, and with a little more time and effort, I’m positive I can turn the trials into something less brutal. There need not be a fight to the death, just a test of strength. And not the strength that comes with powers, or abilities, but the strength that comes with the drive to lead, and better this country as a whole. I want you to support it, if you can find it within you to do so.”

Desmond was shocked by the news, but he smiled. “Your Highness, if you were somehow able to guarantee that Roxanne was able to survive even at the end of her time here that would be even better. She's a good kid. Contrary to what it may look like, I do care about her long term well being. If changing the trial is an option, you have my support.”

Newgate chuckled, “Just… Newgate is fine. And your support means a lot in these times Desmond, never forget that. The safety of the children, who have yet to live a normal life, is paramount above all. They are the future. And they are brilliant. We must do what we can to ensure their survival, even at the cost of our own lives.”

Desmond nodded “Of course, sir.” He let out a sigh of relief now that the grim subject was out of the way. “Is there anything else you want to discuss?”

Putting a hand to his chin, Newgate thought on the question for a moment before responding, “Yes, actually. I sent away the squire who insists on playing bodyguard, as, when she is feeling up to it, I wanted an audience with Roxanne as well. I want her to feel as comfortable as can be, as I know my presence can be… overwhelming. Do you know if she will be willing tonight?”

Desmond hesitated a moment “Roxanne has had a very long day… I would like to ensure she gets proper rest for now. Would it be acceptable to send word once I've spoken to her on the matter?”

“Hmm… On the morrow then. I want her to have a proper amount of rest, but she needs to be informed of what she’s going to be doing now that she’s an ascendant, as I’m sure you know. It’s not going to be an easy transition for her, but I want to try and ease her in as much as possible. Also… In regards to what we discussed earlier… I’d rather not give them false hope. That is why not even Lilith knows of my plans to abolish the trials. Keep this between us for now, until I know changes are in our future.”

“That would be best. Given the nature of some of the clans regarding the Ascension, news like this could bring trouble if it got out too soon.” Desmond confirmed his comprehension of the situation.

Newgate smiled and nodded. “Very good. Get some rest Desmond, we have a big day tomorrow.”

 

(Colab between Oath and I)

Kable tore down the street, toast in his mouth and his shirt halfway on. He couldn't believe he was late for his shift again. He rounded a corner and pushed himself back to speed. This had been the 3rd time in the last month he had been late, which wouldn't have been a thing if his roommate/squadmate would actually help keep him on time. As Kable ran down the street, a cart pushed out in front of him. He caught his groin on the side and proceeded to tuck and roll over. He climbed unsteadily on his feet and stumbled forward.


“By the gods, you ignorant buffoon!” the cart owner shouted, throwing debris at him. Kable ducked out of the way and waved.


“Sorry, sir!” Kable turned forward and kept going, the gates to the castle grounds finally in sight. He pushed past them, nodding to the other guards. He made his way through the different squads rushing around and was stopped short as a figure broke through and grinned down at him.


“Well, well. Our little special recruit decided to arrive.” the lieutenant sneered. Kable repressed the urge to vomit from the mans breath.


“Sorry, sir. I guess I never heard that damn rooster this morning.” Kable tried joking, hoping to ease the gaze directed at him. It did no good.


“Well, since you decided to arrive late on your own account, that must mean you desire to watch the Corner?” the lieutenant clasped his hand on Kable’s shoulder and squeezed it rather hard.


Kable suppressed the words forming on his tongue and saluted. “Yes, sir! I was do as you command once I suit up!”


The lieutenant shrugged. “Dismissed, rodent.” Kable moved past him and felt the guy shoulder check him. Kable stumbled and fell to the ground as the lieutenant laughed and walked off. His face red from rage and embarrassment, Kable picked himself up and made his way to where his equipment was stored. As he put himself together and made his way to his assigned spot, Kable wondered if we would ever be assigned a unit.


The Corner is a remote section of the castle wall that faces towards where the ocean lies. It was called this because no one would bother trying to circle the entire city just to reach the walls, so it became a dead spot sent for any soldier who was being “punished" at the time. Kable had been sent here a few times, and felt today would be no different.


I wish I would've brought a pack of cards. He thought as he leaned against the wall overlooking what little there was from that spot. As he watched the city, Kable thought back to when they had received the notice that demanded Kable join with the royal army. He had been excited to do so, because it meant he could finally catch up to his father’s legacy. His father, who had formerly been a general before Kable was even born, was known for his strength and tactics on the field. It was said that when he was at the height of his power, Zandali could even match Newgate in combat. But he retired shortly before Newgate took the throne and since then raised his son to be the best he could be. Kable missed his family more than he could admit, but he was determined to succeed his father's legacy.


***


The day moved on in the city far below Kable’s post and Paige was determined to make the most of it. Beneath the heat of the high noon sun, surrounded by the countless bodies moving about their business, she was reminded of why she rarely visited Sax. It was a beautiful sight from a distance. But inside, it was a hot mess of loud and rude people and the smells that came with them. At night, it was even worse. Though admittedly even Sax had it’s charming corners, they were few and far between when compared to other more palatable regions of Azureth. The merc woman managed to get above the crowd by climbing on top of a building and taking shade behind one of the roof peeks. The building was tall enough for her to have a good vantage point to see the castle walls without being spotted as easily the other way around.


She sat cross legged, tossing the key she had stolen from the big important councilman earlier. He was lucky stealing from him was all she had done. Paige reminisced on her experience approaching the Orcus man. Everything was going according to plan until suddenly she was overwhelmed by strong feelings of anger and something deeper Paige didn’t recognize in the moment. So much so, Paige had nearly lost her own mind and punched the man straight in the face. She was so startled by it she had turned her gaze only for a moment to locate the source of it and had stupidly tripped right into the man! Luckily, it all worked out in her favor as it made her look so clumsy he hadn’t expected her to be smart enough to have only stolen his purse as a decoy from her real target. As much as she hated the obstacle her empathic abilities could be at times, at least it had it’s benefits occasionally.


Paige stretched her arms above her head and yawned, considering her next move. Stealing from the Imperial army itself was no small task and if Paige was honest with herself, she could admit the pay for this job wasn’t worth it. But she had her own reasons for deciding to take it on anyway. Mostly because the prospect sounded entertaining, obviously. But deep down, Paige had a feeling this mission would prove valuable to her own personal goals. And she had long ago learned not to ignore a gut feeling. But for now, she would have to wait. Trying to sneak into the barracks at this time of day would be suicide. No, she would wait until the afternoon when the newbies were tired and nearing the end of their shifts. Until then, she would rest and prepare.


Suddenly, she felt uneasy. There was a presence that entered her immediate area. A hostile one. She felt as though she were being watched. Slowly reaching for her knife, Paige saw movement in her peripheral to the right. But upon turning her head to investigate, she saw nothing but the shadow cast against the building next to her. Her eyes narrowed. But then, she nearly jumped out of her skin when something darted out of the shadows to attack her.

 

(Me, Hope, Taboo Sho, Legendseeker)

Haldor stood tall before Roan and Lucius with his arms crossed and a stern expression. Roan’s eyes narrowed and he stared right back at the barbarian king in disbelief. What surrender? We are here to talk of peace...

There was a long, intense, silence as the three men stared each other down until Roan finally broke it to inhale and speak. Haldor raised an eyebrow when the Azgeda man responded in a way he was not expecting. Roan’s laughter echoed through the vaulted ceiling of the front hall.

Eerika’s hands gripped the arms of her throne in rage, but she contained herself enough to not burst out of her seat at the blatant show of disrespect towards her husband. He would deal with the puny man himself, and then, they’d have the last laugh...

Many in the room were taken aback by the disrespectful response, but none so much as Haldor. This Azgeda was alone, surrounded, and weaponless. Yet he had the liathróidí to laugh? The Dragon King’s facade was broken through. Haldor’s laugh was much louder than Roans and the sight of the two enemies laughing at each other was quite humorous to anyone present.

More guests of the meeting also broke into laughter over the sheer ridiculousness of the moment but Haldor shut it down with a clap of his hands. He stepped down from the raised throne area and walked toward Roan, towering over the shorter man. “You are brave, Azgeda.” He clapped Roan in the arm and Roan had to brace himself to not be thrown off his feet by the gesture. “I will speak with you. But first, I will speak with your companion.” He once again locked his eyes on Lucius Malignis. “Your army will answer for the damage done to my southern lands.” He addressed Lucius directly. “You and your band of parasites will remove yourselves and go back to Azureth. All of them.”

Roan frowned, but said nothing. It was clear that Haldor was talking to Lucius at this point. Cutting in would be pushing it, especially after straight up laughing at Haldor. But he knew Lucius would not take kindly to the demand. His orders were to secure the perimeter

Lucius straightened himself up to his full height. While not nearly reaching eye level with the man, Lucius still cast an intimidating aura. “I assure you, Haldor,” Lucius spoke in a low voice. “that this is not a surrender. What we have done is to ensure a stable and thriving world. Now, if you wish to settle this with fists, I will answer that challenge. But if you want to ensure the survival of your ‘people’, then you will talk with Roan.” Lucius held Haldor’s gaze while waiting for an answer.

Haldor’s seething countenance was only worsened by Lucius’s insulance. “If it were up to me, moonblood devil, the only peaceful solution between us would be your death. Ba mhaith liom do chorp a thabhairt do mo chuid fir chun éalú a dhéanamh ar do asal. Nuair a rinneadh iad, ba mhaith liom cas a thabhairt dá gcuid capaill...” He broke into his own language to insult Lucius in the worst ways he could think of, his tone deepening with every word.

“Father…” Saoirse spoke in a low, cautious tone and Cara whimpered slightly.

Roan understood enough of what was being said to get uncomfortable with where this was going. “Okay! Enough.” He stepped back in between Lucius and Haldor. Lucius felt Roan step in between them and push him off. Lucius wasn't sure what Haldor had spoken, but the tone told him all he needed to know. He tightened his fist and stepped back. “Because I respect you, Roan, I will back off. But if this pathetic excuse for a bottle-fed llama tries anything funny, or any of those bastard Síneach, and I will have someone’s head before the sun sets.”

Eerika had no choice but to defer to Haldor on this, despite wanting to rip the head off the man’s shoulders, she had more pressing matters to attend to. She turned to Saoirse and placed a firm hand on her shoulder, being higher up due to the placement of the thrones. “Do not worry. We outnumber them. Do not allow your nerves to overwhelm you here, my little phoenix.”

“It isn't us I'm worried about…” Saoirse mouthed the words to her mother, noting her father's rising temper.

Eerika turned towards her husband and sighed, putting the pieces together in her head. “You are worried about your father’s temper? Do not be. He is king for a reason. He will not be so inclined to throw caution to the wind in a fit of anger. He will intimidate them, and he will make his presence felt. But he will not lose his cool.”

“I will warn you once, horse bait. Do not think to threaten my people in my home again.” Haldor stepped back, turning his gaze back to Roan. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. But he then turned back to Roan. “Your garbage Empire has caused my people great hurt. It has caused me a lot of headaches and cost my people valuable recourses. Your worthless little imp of a general and his men have destroyed my southern coast. Entire clans were eradicated by you and your colonizing bitch of a queen.”

Roan opened his mouth to speak but Haldor spoke over him. “I UNDERSTAND that this was started under a different ruler. And that your new one wishes for peace. But it doesn’t erase the damage.”

This time, Roan raised an eyebrow. He waited a few moments to make sure Haldor was finished before he tried to speak again. Once he was sure, he responded. “We can agree the past is ugly. My Emperor has empathy for your losses. We all lost loved ones to the war. It’s not a reality we want to continue for the sake of both of our countries. What are your terms?”

“My terms are these, Roan Vangard. Your kingdom will pay a sum of 100,000,000 for the damages and compensation for the families of the dead. Every single one of your ships and men will be removed from Síneach Talún within the month.”

“And?” Roan prompted.

“A fair trade system will be put in place organized by my daughter, Saoirse. Final say on the terms will be decided by her. And lastly, do you think I am a fool?”

“Excuse me?”

“I was present for many of the battles of the past. The name Edouárdos Néapýli does not escape me. Your Emperor, who you call “Newgate” is single handedly responsible for the genocide of the clan Fola Rugadh.” The King’s words sparked controversy and whispers. “From where my wife was raised.”

This news was enough to raise Eerika from her seat in shock, “Fear céile?!” She looked to Haldor, “An bhfuil sé seo fíor?”

Haldor ignored his wife’s shock for the moment. “My final term is this: If your piss pot of an emperor has any integrity whatsoever, if he truly wants to talk about peace. He will come here himself and prepare to face the consequences of his war crimes. Until then, there is nothing more to discuss.” he spoke to Roan with the same contempt and disgust as when he addressed Lucius earlier.

 

(Kai and I)
Finnan sat in his tent on the stool that was placed in the centre for his would be throne. He could hear the armies outside preparing a feast for the celebrations. Finnan would join them but for now he was in a sullen mood. He’d spent hours thinking about this day running possible outcomes through his mind over and over again. He had of course preempted the worst of the possible outcomes, however he hadn’t been able to prepare for what happened.

“Damn it” Finnan said as he flung the goblet he’d been drinking from across the tent. It landed with an unsatisfying thud on the soft furs that had been laid out to make a floor. There was a rustling noise as the entrance to the tent opened. “My King” Skerick said as he entered. “Where is Ulric?” Finnan asked his displeasure plain to see. “I will send for him my King” he said with a bow before leaving.
‘I have some words for him’ he thought as he stood and began pacing.

*

The entrance to the tent opened again and when Finnan turned he was faced with Ulric. Finnan marched up to his friend and moved to start scolding him.

“Now Finnan! before you say anything, Miena filled me in, I have a very generous weregild put aside for both Gielfs family, his first and the familia of those that fell at my hands.”

Finnan moved to say something else. “I have arranged positions of some honour for the bereft among the clans far enough apart that they cannot scheme together against us.” Ulric interrupted

Again Finnan started to speak. “Aodhan has familia ties to the clan and has issued a chieftain's challenge unsurprisingly non have come forth in opposition as I took care of any who could come out on the right side of it, during my blood rage.” He said cutting in again.

Finnan took a breath in. “I know, I know.” Ulric said again berating himself “One more thing. I know I shouldn’t have been on the meeting ground, I definitely shouldn’t have avoided Miena. I wasn’t thinking straight. I know this wasn’t how we wanted to finish the unification and for that I regret my actions”

There was a long silence between the two as they stood and faced each other. Ulric watched Finnan’s face for any hint of his mood. Finnan again took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.

“As long as you understand” Finnan said a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Well then” He said patting his friend on the shoulder. “Let’s go celebrate”.

The slight smile was enough for Ulric to know. The built up tension in his neck finally released, everything was fine. “Miena has some celebratory horns ready and waiting; while she does love to torment you when she can, you have to admit she also brews the finest mead”

*

The night had fallen but the camp was as lively as it had ever been. Multiple fires were burning with scores of men gathered around feasting and drinking. A bonfire had been lit in the centre of the camp and that is where Ulric, Finnan and their men sat.

“To the king of the North!” Ulric cheered having drained his second of Miena's finest horns “ Finnian I’m a little bit tipsy”

“For a man who controls water..” Finnan said and then hiccuped. “You are piss poor at holding your drink” He laughed as he drank that last of his own horn. “Another!” He shouted happily thumping his chest.

“I hold my drink fine, I'm not the one who fell going uphill and asked if everyone was okay”

“That!” Finnan said feigning incredulity “Was one time.” he smiled. “Besides. Just shows what a loving leader I am. Looking out for all my people”

A young woman was making her way around the group refilling mugs and horns.

“It's been one Hel of task, they doubted us but we have done it, even with your challenges”

“My challenges?” Finnan asked curiously.

“We all know your sword is that size for a reason” Ulric said winking at the young woman.

Finnan roared with laughter. “Says the man who needs to wear boots for an extra inch” He said still laughing.

“That was a low blow” Ulric said chuckling

“They have to be with you” The group surrounding the fire burst into a new fit of laughter.

The laughter died down and a comfortable silence fell between the group, broken by the crackling of the fire, the men and women eating and drinking.

“Finnan” Skerick said breaking the silence. The men knew he was drunk from the way he addressed the King. He was a warrior who was set in his old ways and would only address Finnan casually when he was far into the cups.

“Tell us. How is it you and young Ulric met?”

Finnan drank deep from his horn before turning to Skerick. “Well” he said with a smile. “He tried to kill me”.

Despite the warmth from the fire, Ulric felt a shiver prickle down his spine; the question alone enough to sober him up. “It was twenty five years ago on this very day” Ulric appreciated the meaning behind Finnan's smile. The cracking embers of the fire was the only sound that pierced the deep silence that had enveloped the previous revelry. “I was setting off for my trial, and sought my mother’s…..” Ulric took a deep breath settling himself “The High Bandraoi’s blessing. She was at the southern temple training our Miena. As I approached, the temple was under attack. I witnessed those southern Scum! Bind and beat her... then the rage took over.”

The group sat expectantly watching Ulric waiting for him to continue the story. Ulric looked to Finnan to continue as he took a swig of his horn.

Finnan smiled as all eyes turned to him. He went to drink from his horn and realising it was empty held it up. A young woman came forward to fill it for him. Once filled Finnan held the young woman's arm. He drank the full horn and offered it to her to be refilled again. Once it was filled he sat staring into the fire, remembering.

“I was on my own trial. Had decided to head South. Arrived in the mainland and saw Bandraoi camp being attacked. When I got there a young man was quite literally tearing the attackers to shreds. He was good, but seemed oblivious to some obvious attacks, I stepped in and helped the young fighter. The southerners were dead and the bandraoi were collecting themselves. I moved to speak to the young fighter when he swung a severed gauntleted arm at me. Nearly cut me in two.” Finnan indicated the scar on his chest. A few murmurs went about the fire. Finnan had long known many liked to speculate how he got his scar.
“I froze him in place and staunched my own bleeding the same way. Tried to speak reason to him but he wouldn’t answer me. I was about to kill him when a young woman came up and told me what he was. He was the only one I have ever met, and I couldn’t kill him after that, I let him go.” he said with a smile.

“You my friend are lucky the cold never bothered me, anyway I came round to his ugly mug grinning at me, his chest half ripped open, that crazy gleam in his eye. We searched the temple, my mother… my mother didn’t survive the attack…”. A silence fell among the group. “A toast to the High Bandraoi.” Ulric drained the last of his horn.

Miena Joined in the last toast “I patched the young sapling of the, well not yet really anything back then, let alone a king up and we all went our separate ways.”

I didn't see Finnan again until the day of my chieftain's challenge victory but that's a whole other story.”

 

(Me and Taboo Sho)

Haldor noted the look of shock on the face of Roan Vangard. It was clear, the fancy councilman was hoping to keep this little tidbit of information a secret. “Hmph.” The giant man crossed his arms and waited for a response.

Roan cleared his throat. This was clearly not going as planned. “Most of your demands can be met. But surely you understand that it was a war. Casualties were made on both sides-”

“Casualties are expected in war, Vangard. The deaths of men and women who chose to enter the battlefield to fight are casualties of war. The Blood Born tribe was wiped out entirely. Women, children, none were spared. THOSE are not ‘casualties,’ councilman, that was a crime of war and I will not suffer my people to entertain ‘peace’ with a coward such as that.” Haldor spoke much more forcefully now.

Roan was not sure what to say. He remembered the fight Haldor was referring to. But clearly not the same way. “When I arrived on that day, I saw only soldiers among the dead. Newgate did not kill their families.”

Clearly not convinced, Haldor simply sat on his throne. “Their families were dead at the end of that day. Eerika is the soul survivor. Your Emperor will come himself to answer for this.”

“And if he does not?”

As if having hoped Roan would ask, Haldor leaned forward in his throne, bracing an arm against the rest. “Then there will be no peace between us, Azgeda. For how can your Emperor be trusted to fight for a better future if he can not own up to his past? I will rally my armies and we will kill all who remain on our lands. And then, we will take our ships to yours. We will slaughter your men, claim your land, enslave your women and children. I will personally break down your walls and burn your great cities to the ground. Azureth will have a new king by the end of the year and Eerika will add Newgate’s skull to her throne.”

“Let me make sure I understand how petty you are, plainly, King Haldor.” Roan spoke through gritted teeth. “If my Emperor does not come here alone to face your wrath or that of your wife, you would go as far as to wage war on a nation that has already conquered you?”

Eerika, still standing from her earlier shocked outburst, glared directly into Roan’s eyes. With a snarl that rivaled that of the wolves her daughter kept with her, she barked out, “Your Emperor destroyed one tribe, and that day Haldor was not there to fight him. You may have bested me, but you have never bested him, and you never will, parasite.”

Roan paused, having to hold his tongue to not speak more harmful words. He composed himself. “I will send a message to my Emperor with your terms. But your threats have not gone unheard. We will not be bullied. And Azureth is not so easily conquered as the small tribes you collected into your ‘kingdom.’”

“Of course not.” Haldor stood up, picking up his throne he threw it over Roan and Lucius’s heads to crash and break against the wall behind them. Neither man flinched. “Get out of my sight, parasites. I will give your Emperor one month to decide.”

 

(Another fabulous colab by Oath and I)


Hours later, Paige slumped into an alleyway in the afternoon. Her hood was up and she was breathing somewhat heavily, gripping her lower abdomen. How annoying. What even was that thing? As amusing as the surprise visit had been, her attacker certainly didn’t go easy. She made sure she was alone before pulling up her tunic to reveal a lot of blood pouring from her stab wound. She could feel another deep wound on her thigh on the same side. Pulling a vial from a pouch on her belt, she poured it’s contents on the wounds. Her flesh seared in an uncomfortable way that made Paige have to bite her hand to not make a sound before she wrapped both areas with bandage.


She climbed back up to high ground and glanced at the castle. Good… he didn’t waste all of my time. Making her move for the castle now would still give her time to work on her plan. But it would be risky. The shadow thing had injured her pretty badly, which wasn’t an ideal condition for infiltrating the castle. But Paige was also fairly certain it could have been sent by one of her enemies. And if one of them was able to find her, other enemies would follow. It wasn’t safe to stay in Sax another day. So if she was going to do this mission, it would have to be now.


*****


Getting into the castle courtyard wasn’t too hard considering she had a key. She managed to hide her weapons well by carrying sacks of flour and wearing an apron. Being so cute had it’s advantages, the guards were only too eager to accept her cover story of being a kitchen maid. She ran into a tiny bit of trouble when someone recognized her purple eyes from some report. But she talked her way out of the situation.


One wall down. But the courtyard was far from the end. There was still the inner walls and defenses to worry about. Paige ditched the apron and flour sacks and hid them well, replacing her weapons. Phase two of her plan would be more risky now with her injured leg and hip. But she wasn’t going to back out after getting this far. Getting into the inner wall would be a bit more of a stealth operation. Servants were usually not allowed that far in without specific authority. But Paige had been watching the wall guards schedule for a month. She knew her ideal weak point. Making her way around to the south west corner of the castle wall, Paige prepared to climb. Most likely, there wouldn’t be a guard posted at the top. But even if there was, Paige noticed it was normally only one out there alone. It made sense considering its location. But in the army’s case, it was overconfident strategic laziness that Paige was happy to take advantage of.


****


As she neared the top, she watched carefully for signs that there might be someone there but couldn’t tell for sure. Finally she pushed herself over the top and sat on the edge, her leg wound was certainly not thrilled with the exertion but she ignored the throbbing, gazing across her surroundings only to be met face to face with a rather surprised looking young man. Great… she thought to herself sarcastically before a somewhat sheepish smile took over her expression. “Oh… hi there.”


***


Kable yawned and stretched his arms out as far as he could. As always, it was an uneventful day at the Corner. Kable couldn't wait to be off his shift and back home, possibly beating his roommate at cards since the guy forgot to let Kable know he was leaving. Preoccupied in this thoughts, Kable didn't notice the hand that clasped the end of the wall. Shuffling caused him to turn around and come face to face with one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. She turned her purple gaze onto him and smiled at him “Oh… hi there.”


Kable froze, unsure of what was going on. He peered over the edge of the wall, then back at the woman. “You climbed all the way up here?” he slowly drew his sword and pointed to the ground, motioning for her to get down. Paige remained sitting on the edge, looking pretty amused by how flustered he was. “What could possibly bring you all the way here?” Kable pushed, his brain slowly on high alert.


Paige’s gamble had paid off. This guard was clearly new and unsure how to react. She giggled a bit “Stand down, soldier. I'll be out of your way in just a minute.” She shot him a mock salute before beginning to attend to her leg wound which she had reopened while climbing. But suddenly she stopped, as if she was listening to something. Her smile was replaced by a look of concern. “Oh no… not this guy again.” She stood up, pulling out a knife, and backed away from the shadows cast by a higher point in the wall next to them.


“Hey, sir.” She glanced at Kable over her shoulder. “You should probably run.”


Kable gripped his sword tighter as the woman drew her knife and stepped off the ledge. Before he could move, she turned back and watched a human figure emerge out of the wall. The woman told him to run, which briefly entered his mind before it was pushed away. He stepped beside the woman and held up his weapon. “Sorry miss, but I'm not about to let some fight go down without at least doing something about it.”


In spite of the immediate danger, Paige shot Kable a coy smile. “Aww, my hero.”


Kable shrugged “Besides, I need to know why you're here. You ARE intruding, after all.”


Paige’s smile was replaced with an exaggerated pout. “That’s bor-” she was cut off by the shadow creature leaping in to attack. Paige tried to retaliate but Kable cut in front of her before she could and slashed at it with his blade. However, much to the surprise of both Kable and Paige, the monster was ready. It brought up one hand and caught Kable’s sword as though it were a staff. Then, still holding on to Kable’s sword it fell backwards, dragging Kable with it. It fell through the floor where it melted into what looked like a swarm of insects flying in a long line. When Kable’s body fell into it, it disappeared.


“What the…” Paige crept forward, looking down at the thing. “Hey, what did you do to that boy? He had nothing to do with whatever it is you want with me. Let him go.”


She got no response whatsoever. It was as if the monster had left entirely and this swarming black thing was all that there was left. “Hey!” She reached down to investigate the weird mass by touching it. “Don’t ig- WOA”


As soon as her hand came in contact with it, Paige was suddenly pulled forward into the mass. Just like Kable, she disappeared and the black swarm disappeared with her.


Paige fell for a noticeable moment before landing on her hands and knees on what felt like hard stone. She could tell the second she opened her eyes that it was dark. But the bricks under her hands looked the same as the ones on the wall she had just climbed. The noise of the city below was gone, though. As though it was the middle of the night. Confused, Paige stood up. A quick glance around was enough for her to conclude that she was on the wall Sax, she hadn’t moved. But the colors were off, it was all dark, and the streets were empty. She still had her knife in her hand but the monster was nowhere to be seen, at least for now. There was only one source of light that seemed to be coming from the sky. Paige looked up and was even more confused than before. For in the sky was a mirror image of the city below her. Only the city in the sky was well lit, as though the sun was high. And there were still people in the streets only they were upside down along with the buildings that were pointed down, mirroring the darker city Paige stood in. Out of curiosity, she strained to look directly above herself to see if there would be a mirror of herself but she saw nothing there. Just the wall that stood empty where she and Kable were one standing. Thinking of Kable, where was he? Hmmm…. Oh! There he is.


The young soldier was standing against a wall not far from Paige and he had clearly grasped the situation. She could feel his fear and confusion obviously. But even without her abilities, he was wearing his emotions. She sighed. He wasn’t going to be of use at all in that kind of state.


****


Kable fell through the darkness instantly. He had no clue what was even going on. His day had been boring, meaningless. His worst problem had been banging his shin on a cart. Now he was trapped inside some shadowy void with no way out. He stumbled out of the dark and smacked hard into the wall in front of him. He groaned and rolled away, holding his head. After a few seconds, he sat himself up as Paige also appeared through the same hole. Kable picked himself up as she surveyed the area and brushed off his armor as he checked his surroundings for himself. He stood transfixed by the updown city that hovered above him. He could see carts, units of his fellow soldiers, even the shadows from the sun shining on the upside down buildings.


Kable stumbled back into a wall, his mind racing with what was happening. It couldn't be real. Maybe that woman had managed to poison him before he saw her? Yeah, that's what it was. He had to act fast-


SLAP! Kable’s head whipped around as Paige slapped him across the cheek. Kable stood there, stunned. He slowly turned to Paige as she folded her arms. “Now, like it or not, this-" she motioned about them “this is real. Whatever pulled us in is going to be after us. Think you can get that adorable head of yours in order and help us get out?”


Kable nodded as his head began to clear up. Nothing still made sense to him, but that wouldn't change unless they acted fast. “Okay, I guess we don't really have a choice then, huh?”


Paige smiled “Nope!” She sounded alarmingly too cheerful for the situation. “Now we should find cover until we can think of a plan. Thankfully this castle looks like it is identical to the one up there…. So as a guard you should know your way around, right?” her more cheerful demeanor was back now that his panic was starting to die down.


Kable gazed back up at the sky, taking in the view. He found the wall where they were at and traced it with his finger. “Sad to say, I don't get put up here THAT often. So my memory is a little foggy. But the more levels we can manage to make it down, the more I'll be able to recognize where we are.” He searched the wall and was able to find the door. Kable swung it open and peered down the staircase, which was lit with green-flamed torches going down the hallway.

 

(You thought we were done. You were wrong. Continuation of the collab between myself and Legendseeker)

Paige gave Kable a slight nudge toward the stairs. “Well, we should get moving then. I don’t want to be caught in the open whenever our friend comes back.” she took one of the torches and waited for Kable to pass. “Lead the way, soldier.” she mocked another salute, in completely wrong form, before following behind him. There was an awkward silence between the two of them for a few moments before Paige broke it. “So…. do you have a name or do you prefer I keep calling you ‘soldier.’”

“Kable.” he replied, still on edge from before. “And you are… what, some mysterious woman?”

“Mysterious.” Paige mused, “I like that. But if you must know, it’s Paige…. Wait… Kable as in Zendali?”

Kable stopped at one of the stair landings. They had arrived at one of the guest room floors, usually reserved for ambassadors and diplomats. But the dark world they were in just gave it an empty, eerie feeling. Kable turned to Paige as she stepped off the stairs rather dramatically by jumping the last ten steps. She landed on her tiptoes, favoring her healthy leg, and spun to face him.

“Yeah, Zendali is my family name. How do you know that?” he inquired.

“What was that fun word you used to describe me earlier?” Paige put a finger up to her chin, “Oh yeah… Mystery.” she winked. “I have my ways.” turning, she kept walking down the hall, still speaking “But wow, what a small world. Trapped in… uh… wherever… with the only son of Alaric Zendali! Definitely not what I thought I’d be doing with my day.”

“So you knew my father?” Kable looked her up and down. “I must admit, you certainly are a little too young for my dad’s tastes…”

Paige simply smiled about the comment about her age, as though she knew something he didn’t. But she ignored it rather than elaborating. “I think everyone knows who your father is, Kable. But then, I’m sure you get that a lot. Being a famous person’s kid isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.” as they rounded a corner, Paige suddenly froze. She grabbed Kable’s arm and suddenly ducked into a room next to them, creeking the door closed behind them. She put her finger up to her lips, pulling out her knife. She wasn’t sure how good this thing’s hearing was. But she could feel it. It was close, and looking for them. She pulled out her knife, hoping Kable had the sense to do the same.

Before Kable could answer, he was pulled into a room and Paige told him to be quiet. Kable was starting to understand just who he was dealing with. He silently drew his sword and moved to the side of the door. He placed his back against the wall and listened for any noises. Paige moved to the other side of the door and peered outside the room through a crack in the door.

“Just what are we dealing with?” Kable asked quietly, his hand aching from gripping his sword.

Paige put a hand up. For a few moments, she remained silent, frozen, with an expression of concentration. It was as though she was listening for something. When she was satisfied with whatever she was trying to figure out, she relaxed a bit. She kept her knife out but otherwise moved on. She wasn't sure how to answer Kables question. But considering the situation, he was in as much danger as her. So she would be as honest as necessary. “I don't know…” She gazed around the room, noticing it was at a comfortable size and had a bed and dresser. It was probably a guest room. She walked toward the window and cautiously looked outside. “That thing has been annoying me since I got to the castle. I thought it was guarding the royals. You've never seen it in Sax before?”

Kable shook his head. “No, I've never seen whatever the hell that thing is. If it is a guard, it's the first time I've seen it before. Which means you must be a pretty good threat then.” Kable crossed his arms and actually gave Paige a good look. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about her was off. His father would've probably known what it was. Kable shook off the thought. They were stuck in this mess.

“Oh geez. You think I look that scary?” Paige laughed. “That's-” as she spoke a shadow washed over her from the window behind. She turned as the feeling of the enemy came back to focus but not until she saw it standing on the window seal outside staring in at them. It walked in through the window as though the glass was not even there and lunged at Paige.

Paige was still a bit surprised she hadn't able to feel it coming this time. Had it realized that's how she was keeping away from it and blocked her from doing so somehow? The idea seemed impossible. In spite of how fast it was, Paige managed to be faster. She dodged out of its way and tried with her knife. Of course, just as she had learned when she faced it earlier it wouldn't work. Her knife passed through it like it was nothing. But as the creature wheeled around to face her again, Paige looked at the torch in her hand.

She stabbed the torch forward as the creature moved to attack again. This time, she was met with more success. The fire ignited the monster who let out a high pitched scream. It reached forward a clawed hand and latched on to Paige's leg, digging into her flesh and throwing her over its head into the wall next to Kable. The fire spread across the monsters body and it let go of Paige, momentarily thrashing wildly at her and Kable. Paige tried to push Kable to safety but it would appear some instinct kicked in for him. He put his sword up to try to block the attack as it summoned a weapon to swing at them. Kables block was as ineffective as Paige's knife. The weapon knocked him back into Paige and sent his own weapon tumbling out of his hand. Both of them fell onto the bed, Paige lying on her back with Kable straddling her. Their faces ended up humorously close.

“Hmm… should have guessed you were a top.” Paige winked before suddenly grabbing Kable and rolling so they would both fall off the bed just as the monsters weapon came down and cut through the mattress where they had just been laying. Paige landed on her knees next to Kable and looked back at their attacker. As it moved forward again, Kable suddenly had an idea. The torch Paige had dropped, still ablaze, was lying on the stone ground next to the window behind him. He grabbed it and threw it onto the mattress. The whole bed was engulfed in green flame.

Taking advantage- and showing surprising strength for someone her size- Paige fell back to sit and kicked the bed at the monster. The burning bed slid forward and pinned the monster against the opposite wall next to the door. The green flames raged out of control and the monster on the other side angrily thrashed to be free of them.

Paige looked around. She noticed her pack had fallen off during the fight. It lie next to the door. Unfortunately the door was blocked by the bed, monster, and flames. She wouldn't be able to recollect it and there was only one other way out.

Paige looked over at Kable and grabbed his hand. For a brief second, Kable’s heart skipped a beat at the touch of her hand. She looked at him and grinned. “Ready to take a leap of faith?”

“A leap of- WOAH!” Kable felt his entire body seize up as Paige pulled her to the window and launched them both out the window. The creature pulled free of the bed and launched itself at them, swiping a claw towards Kable. He felt a searing pain in his arm as they entered the free fall towards the ground. The earth rushed to fill his vision. He instinctively clenched the hand that held is, his only real connection to his sanity. Just as they were about to hit the ground, the air around them warped and they hit the ground rolling.

Kable’s arm felt on fire. He rolled himself onto his stomach and pushed himself onto his knees. He took a look around and saw that they were back in their own world, and everyone was beginning to go crazy over the sight of Paige. Kable went to speak to her, when a foot connected with a stomach. The air escaped Kable as he sprawled back. Paige was suddenly on top of him with her leg pressed firmly on his chest. She leaned forward and winked at him, “Follow my lead.” she whispered.

Straightening herself up, she spat on the ground next to his face. “Like some weak, worthless boy like you could ever defeat me! I always come out on top! Worthless, Imperial do- woa hey you're hurt...”

Kable felt his restraint pushing to its breaking point. Without thinking about it, he placed both his hands on the leg holding him down on his chest and pushed upward, his arm flaring up. Paige was surprised when Kable flipped them both around and she ended up face down on the ground with her hands behind her. Kable tied them up to the best he could and sat back, breathing heavily. Paige turned her head to Kable. “You know, I usually prefer to dominate my men. But I think I could get used to your style.” By that time, a dozen other soldiers came forward, a couple grabbed Paige up while the rest helped up Kable. Blood ran down his arm and he could feel himself getting weaker from blood loss.

“Good job!” a slap on the back almost send Kable pitching forward. The hand grabbed his tunic and pulled him back up. He turned to see the lieutenant from before smiling at him. “How the hell did you find this catch? Good work!” Kable, confused, turned to look at Paige. She winked at him as she was drug away and mouthed something that Kable thought said “I'll see you later, cutie.”

“Come on, kid.” the lieutenant said, placing his arm around Kable. “You need to get to the infirmary. That arm looks torn up, what the hell kind of weapon did she use?” Kable finally took a look at his arm and noticed the long gashes in it and large amount of blood pouring out.

“I'm not sure,” Kable replied. “But she's dangerous. Someone needs to keep an eye on her.” the lieutenant only nodded as he led Kable away from the castle grounds.