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The Prophecy
Topic Started: August 13, 2010, 11:11 pm (1,243 Views)
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It seemed as if all of Rok's injuries were on his abdomen. Will sighed and numbed him even more. He was going to have to remove his shirt. Will had Rok sit up so that he could remove it and let him lay back down. A gasp escaped his lips when he saw the wounds. A few large bruises covered his stomach, chest, and back. He would keep it like that so that Rok wouldn't hurt so bad. Will finally took notice of Rok's eye and thought it was another injury. He leaned down as he held it open to take a look, but when he did he realized he just had an odd-colored eye. Maybe that was why it was always covered. The pupil seemed a little strange as well...

Well, in any case, Will went back to the wounds. The ones on his stomach seemed to be the worst. Possbile broken ribs. They were damaged at least, and it looked as if he was beaten with a blunt object of some sort. He shook his head. It would have been wonderful if there was snow this time of year. He could use that to reduce swelling and pain for when his power was not in effect. He looked around to find the king and queen together. "I'm sorry to intrude, but if you want me to fix him up, I will need materials. Herbs, wraps, splints. I can not work with out the materials needed to treat such injuries. I do not heal, only temporarily erase."
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Skia settled near the fire, watching the flames that were a similar shade to her hair. She was thinking of how best to go about this situation. She wanted to learn about Nyles and his kind. Why were they here? How on earth did they manage those sounds that they used as a form of communication? What was that weapon made from?

Her train of thought was disrupted by the sudden strange and loud sounds Nyles was making. Her ears pressed against her skull and she covered her face her paw. What on earth was that? She wanted to laugh but another sounds stopped her. Of course there would be a dragon in these parts on this particular day.

The beast was absolutely in a bad mood, rumbling and crashing through the trees as if they were nothing in it's path of destruction. Skia followed Nyles into the dark but knew it was futile. Most dragons in The Labyrinth had keen vision due to the constant darkness in the forest, making hiding from them nearly impossible.

The dragon was hell bent on finding whatever had disturbed its slumber. Skia's heart was racing as it approached the fire, making the earth beneath them shake. She had to act fast or something terrible might happen. Dragons almost always breathed out something, whether it be fire or poison.

As the dragon's almost glowing green eyes landed on hers, Skia knew it wasn't going to leave them be. She sprinted away from Nyles, causing the dragon to roar and head after her. The foolish thing. Skia shifted in mid-run, turning into the dragon's twin.

The dragon was completely bewildered and Skia roared at the beast, giving it good warning. It counterattacked with a lash of its tail, which Skia grabbed with her mouth and dragged the dragon for a moment. She didn't wish to cause it harm, just to force it to leave. Soon, it found it was a fair fight- something the dragon had not been looking for in the first place- and with a huff, fled.

Skia sighed as she shifted back to a wolf, her side aching from the hit of the dragon's tail. Of course, her durability only lasted as long as her shift, the effect of the hit taking its natural course afterwards. That was most definitely not fair.
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They say you learn something new everyday, but for Nyles, its every fifteen minutes, apparently. The girl was more than just a she-wolf, it seemed like she could transform into other creatures as well. He then wondered whether her human form was her original form at all. Currently, the dragon that was awoken and stampeding towards them due to Nyles' inability to sing a soothing lullaby was stopped by the now dragon form girl. It was a majestic and humbling sight for him.

"Sweet vineyards of Thornston... Rip my hair out if I am dreaming..."

The fight was beyond mortal combat. Each swipe and collision resulted in tremors that shook the earth. Nyles was rooted to the spot as if he let go of the tree, he would go flying. With the tail swinging like a mace, the attacking dragon smashed it into the wolf girl's side. Nyles could feel his bones crunching despite being far away. The wolf girl gone dragon was doing okay though. She grabbed the enemy dragon's tail with her mouth and managed to counterstrike, scaring off the dragon. Nyles fell to his knees with utmost respect and humility. The prophecy was true, the red head was dangerous indeed, but Nyles now owed two of his lives to her. There was no way he would follow through the mission now.

She shifted back to wolf form, injured from the fight. It seemed like injuries last throughout no matter what form she shifts to. Nyles felt overwhelming guilt as she was injured due to his pathetic singing. He approached the she-wolf, seeing she was having a hard time due to her injury, and gently picked her up. Due to hunger and fatigue, Nyles was feeling weak but surprisingly, she was really light. He owed her alot by now and the best he could do is make sure she healed. He couldn't tell whether she had broken any bones or not, but he decided he would have to take her somewhere where there was someone knowledgable in the art of healing. Nyles looked in her wolf eyes, trying to see what she was thinking, and waited to see if she would protest and try to get out of his arms.
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The pain was excruciating. On most encounters with dragons, which were slim to only two times, Skia usually ran off or shifted into a bird to get away but this time she couldn't just do that and leave Nyles to fend for himself. That would have been quiet heartless.

Skia growled at the pain, angered by the fact that each time she moved the bone would grate against the other. It was either broken or fractured but either way, it was a searing pain. She didn't want to move and when Nyles picked her up, she worried about protesting. Wouldn't it just cause more pain?

Skia growled lowly, warning him to be careful as her side continued to send pangs throughout her body with each move. She refused to whimper as it would've been absolutely pathetic. Instead, Skia lay limp, trusting that whatever he was planning on doing and taking her would help her injury. She had saved his life so he owed her that much.
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The queen placed her lips upon the scrape that she had touched unintentionally which was now becoming of a mere memory. She had truly wondered what kind of event had issued such fighting between Edward and Rok. It was quite unsightly for her to see them bicker when they should work hand-in-hand for the Kingdom's providence. In any case, she did have a sense of relief hearing the possibility of all this coming to an end yet learning it to at the Labyrinth. Worry filled her being.

"It warms my heart that the source of your grief would soon be vanquished, My King. However, my worry would not be dissipated as long as our son has not return to my side. This is what a mother's true feeling for her child. I hope you understand."

Once more, she kissed him again yet upon the hands that held hers. A smile blissfully gentle was given to Edward. She only hoped that nothing would obstruct this foreseeable end. How she missed when Edward was not under the pressure of his reign being halted by an outside entity. She could only hope everything would return to normalcy after all of this. Gently taking back her hand, she gave a respectful bow to Edward as she made her way towards Will and Rok.

"Thank you for your kind doing. I will take the responsibility to aid his recovery."

She had almost forgotten to treat the injured advisor due to her own personal matters. It was truly unbecoming of her. Amina lowered herself as she gazed at Rok and had the gaze of woe upon her countenance. Despite knowing that Edward only acts violently when pushed, it does not mean she was agreeable to it. This was the only thing she could do to alleviate the fear and vexation the people feels towards their King.

"Advisor Rok, I apologize for this."

Amina said with much care and sincerity as she placed her hand merely inches above his abdomen. Soon enough, an eerily white light emitted from the palm of her hand. Her eyes did not waver as it was focused upon the beaten form of the young advisor. She was intent on having Rok be on good health. Her ability had done its part very well. Every broken bone and bruising that Rok had incurred were gone. The pain as well was gone for there were no more injuries to be of cause.

"There. It is done."

The benevolent queen smiled with gladness. However, it was noticeable to the one that she was healing that beads of sweat were upon her forehead. Fortunately, it was not in the line of sight of the King. It seemed she was still not in pristine condition to heal injuries such as Rok's yet. The activity she had done before took a toll upon her body more than she had anticipated. Nevertheless, she remained calm as day to not worry everyone around her including her husband. Making sure her appearance was fine, she faced Edward with a peaceful demeanor.

"My King, I only hope that you would not do this again. It is very saddening to see the two of you get hurt."
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When the she-wolf-dragon flinched, Nyles realized he would have to be very careful not to hurt her any further. With all the control in the world, Nyles took use of his royal training of gliding. The walk of grace that was almost ethereal. His steps were not separate but instead, a conglomeration of movement, reducing the jostling and rattling that normal gaits would cause. He hoped she wouldn't feel any further pain as it was a smooth as he could go without standing still.

There was no choice, Nyles would have to somehow find his way back to the castle since there was no other place she could get proper treatment, and after all, she deserved the best. Nyles looked up suddenly as he realized he could see the sun. It was setting, but the red glow was certainly centered near the horizon. Luck was turning their way, as the dragon battle must have cleared away the dense trees. With the sun guiding which direction Nyles should take, he quickly started off. One thing he feared though, was that if the shape shifter changed to her human form, the red hair would signal instant death. He had to somehow tell her.

Setting her down ever so gently, Nyles then mimicked a dragon, then made elaborate gestures that meant 'no', 'danger', and 'bad'. He then mimicked a wolf and mimed what he decided would mean 'good', 'safe', and 'yes'. Finally, he pointed at himself, gesturing in a way that signified 'look at me' and then made the same gestures of negativity. He repeated the whole process again, not sure if he would be understood.
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The pain was not as unbearable while Nyles was moving than when she was on the ground. Skia reasoned that attempting to nod off for a while would lessen it further and closed her eyes. True, it was a horrible idea since she would then not know the way back so she could find her pack but she trusted the male enough not to lead her into danger.

Strangely, Skia felt light on her eyes. Confusion fell over her as she blinked her eyes open and stared, squinting, at the sun. What on earth? Ah, the trees had fallen over during the dragon's rampage. Usually, Skia only saw the light from the sun on the area around the Labrinyth and so this was all so peculiar. She'd never seen the sun and was in awe by it's shape and intensity.

Soon, Skia was on the ground and flinched as she had to support herself, though it was tolerable enough for her to sit and observe Nyles as he attempted to communicate. She would try later to learn his kind's tongue because this was all so frustrating.

Skia nodded her head slowly, trying hard not to laugh at the interesting movements Nyles was making to get the message across to her. Apparently, shifting would be a bad idea around these parts. It was understandable. Though, she wondered why it was so forbidden here. Did they have nothing enchanted or magical where Nyles came from?
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Losing track of all feeling in his arms, Nyles continued the long way back on foot, carefully navigating through thorny brushes and mischievious tree roots. The sun warmed his back and his warmth then warmed the lady wolf's fur, which then warmed her. Soon, they reached the end of the trees and into the plain. Nyles didn't relax yet, as he knew that he would not be able to retrieve the horses. It would cause excruciating pain for her on the galloping stallion so he would have to carry her back.

Eons later, at least to Nyles, the castle gates came into view. The gate watchers reacted quickly and came out to escort Nyles back. They would have to carry him, as when he saw them coming towards him, he gently set the lady wolf down with the last of his stamina, and slumped to the ground.
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The closer they got to the shapes that had always filled her dreams at night, the more curious and anxious Skia became. Her wound was a mess but she couldn't care less about it as she looked up at the stone piles that formed dwellings for Nyles' kind. How peculiar it felt to be so close in proximity to them when Skia was only used to seeing it all from afar.

As it all drew closer, Skia noticed others like Nyles but different in physical appearance. They approached as Nyles put her down and at first, she was confused until she heard him hit the ground. She was worried about his well-being and yet she could do nothing about it in this form. First off, the creatures coming towards them did not look at her with warm eyes and instead she sensed caution. Well, why not? Nyles had reacted the same way to her wolf form.

One of the males went to Nyles and began to pick him up while the other approached Skia slowly, hands up in front of him. She put her head down on the ground submissively and the male grabbed her up roughly, causing her to flinch in pain as her ribs moved in an odd and distressing manner. Well, this definitely was not a welcoming commitee.

"What on earth is the Prince up to bringing an animal such as this to the castle?" The male carrying her said to the other one, who shrugged as he leaded Nyles towards the structure that stretched up into the sky in a daunting way. Was she really going to have to go in there?

More of their kind came into view, a few of them rushing into the building after one of the males yelled at them to "hurry and tell the King n' Queen!" Soon, they were within the walls and the two males split, the one carrying Skia moving towards a hole in the wall that lead downwards. Oh, no. This was not expected and Skia began to growl lowly to warn the male to stop. She didn't trust the others, only Nyles at this point and being separated was not a part of the plan so far.
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Her gentle healing kiss against his bruise made him slightly blush of embarrassment. Not because he caught in a tussle with his advisor, he didn’t care about that at the moment, but it was similar to when they were kids. The nostalgia of it all… He heard her worry. Edward was also worried for the prince. The prophet had told him their son would meet with the devil with red hair, but could not kill her. He was guaranteed he would still be alive, but the King wondered…

“I worry for our Prince also, but I’m sure he’ll survive. We taught him well, this is just a hurdle for him until he inherits my crown. I’m also going to send the advisor and some of our most efficient soldiers to back up the Prince.“


When the ginger is no more, he’ll finally be able to rest… He’ll finally be able to remove his royal metal armour and act more kingly. His dream of ridding his court and council of power hungry nobles was coming to an end. The whole country was united under his crown, and he would very well like to look like a noble King, rather than a General wearing a crown. He watched as his Queen walked over to Rok to mend his wounds. He curiously walked toward them watching as his beautiful clean worked her magic.

The King really didn’t enjoy having his Queen watch the effects his anger could have. If only things were as simple as simply being diplomatic and respectful. Edward knew that he would not have gotten this far diplomatically, had he followed the path of obedience… Amina would’ve been sent to another country as the bride of another. Edward would’ve been a General… There would be no Prince and the Nobles would control the court… He worked hard, plotted and caused much bloodshed to get his crown. The bloodshed was going to end, with the final blood being cast being that of the Ginger. As a matter of precaution, he’s been approving laws to grant woman similar rights as men. It wasn’t entirely by the kindness of his heart, it was for his Queen. Should the prophecy apply and become true, then he wants her to gain the mantle. His son was not ready. This also allowed, if the prince should die while wearing the crown, then the throne would belong to his Queen.

He snapped back from his pensive state as the Queen spoke to him. He stepped forward, caressing her cheek.

“The last thing I would want is to make you sad.”

Looking carefully into her eye, he could sense her fatigue. She mentioned being under the weather.

“Please, sit on your throne. Don’t overextend yourself, my love. I have some…”

The King was interrupted as the door to the throne room opened. It was a young Ser Brow: one of the many peasants solider that signed up to serve the King.

“Excuse the intrusion, M’lord. But the Prince has returned”

This might be the only kind of news that would be sufficient in turning the King away from his Queen’s gaze.

“What?!” Edward did NOT expect his son to be here so soon. The Prophet mentioned his son would fail in his quest to kill the ginger, then… He made it back here before he had completed his mission?! No, his prince wouldn’t return unless…

“We brought him to the Infirmary, and the wolf..”

Edward’s eye widened at the notion of a wolf. Damn! His son was wounded, why else would they bring him to the infirmary, and there was a wolf involved?!

“Wolf, what wolf?”

“Th-th-the prince brought a Wolf here. We’ve sent it to the kennel. It looked injured”

This was too much to take. His prince was wounded, and he brought a wolf?! He demanded an explanation, but… His son… He turned back to his Queen. There was no time. He literally stooped down and picked up her Queen in his arms. She was tired, feeling under the weather. The last thing she needed was more physical exertion. He’ll bring her to the infirmary to see the Prince.

“Robert, escort Wil back to his room. You’re on guard duty there. Rok, come with me. The rest of you are all dismissed. Return to your posts. I’ll wish to see all of you come tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn.”

The King spoke his orders clearly as he dashed to the infirmary, Queen in his arms. His heavy footsteps and the clanking of his armour as he was literally able to jog wearing a heavy set of armour while grasping his beloved wife.

“Forgive me my Queen… ‘tis my fault, sending the Prince to the Labyrinth, This Ginger is really clouding my better judgement. I can’t… allow it to hurt my family any longer” He whispered to his Queen full of regret. At the moment, there was one thing he wished. He wanted to see his son. He wanted to make sure he was sound and safe. He’ll handle the wolf later on.
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Rok stayed on the floor for a minute or two after the queen healed him. Though healed, he just shy of exhausted. But when the king ordered him to accompany him to see the prince, he forced himself to get up and follow after the king. It was a bit of a relief that the prince had returned. Though it would have given Rok a rare opportunity to speak with the redhead, perhaps it was for the best that the prince returned alive on his own. It meant that the king couldn't punish the advisor for the prince's death. That was certainly a relief.

He made no comments to the king as he jogged after him and the queen, though he did find it somewhat admirable--albeit disturbing--that the king was physically fit enough to run in full plate armor like that. Rok, for his part, had little trouble keeping up seeing as he was weighed down by no such armor.
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Robert directed his attention to the king as he spoke to him. Prior to that he had been stoically looking across the thrown room at the wall, tracing a repetitive small cross pattern on it with his eyes in the same spot. It was something he did often when wanting to maintain focus on not looking out of formation. When Addressed however Robert instantly stopped his visual tracing and focused intently without breaking his position or looking away from the spot on the wall. After he had been given his instructions he brought he brought his feet tighter together and thumped his fist across his chest in salute, the slightly crunch and jingling of the metal links sounding as he did so. "As your majesty commands" he responded curtly.
After which he broke from his stance and turned to make his way over to where William was located. He walked over and casually patted the mans shoulder. "Come along then Will, let's get going." He said in a professional, yet personable manor. The problem played over his head however that had yet to be breached. Robert, was not a castle guard. He was garrisoned at in the city, but he was not what was considered a castle troop, but rather under the command of the garrison fond in the city. So did not know where will's quarters were located. However he planned to simply ask a guard at the door as they left, and that would conclude the issue.
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The darkness was overbearing. It wasn't the same as The Labyrinth's eternal night, which was alive with sounds and creatures of all kinds, but dead. With each step the male took, there were echoes around Skia's head as if it was trying to mimic life but failed miserably. She was not comfortable here, she did not like being apart from Nyles or being here at all. It was so tamed.

Soon, the male lead her into a dimly lit room where she spotted a few hounds that stared her curiously. They knew she was not one of them and felt slightly threatened by her presence. She wanted to show her teeth and make them back off and stop crowding around the male's legs as they sniffed at her. Skia was in pain and was not pleased at being a show for them!

The male placed her down and grumbled to himself as he moved about and communicated with another in the room. Meanwhile, he'd left her to the mercy of the hounds. They sniffed at her, backing her up into a corner. Her hair was on end and she growled lowly at the dogs as one of them finally nipped at her paw. She needed to get out.

There was a buzzing in Skia's ear and she glanced to the left where a fly was. Aha! She practically grinned as she shifted, causing the dogs to go into a frenzy of barking. The others be damned, she would not be hounded.

Buzzing around for a moment, Skia quickly got her bearings and spotted a window. She flew through, ignoring the confusion she'd left behind her as she made a beeline into the distance. To think Nyles had walked all this way! The trees were so far off and her wings were bothering her. She had to exchange the rib pain for something, of course.

After what seemed like forever, Skia made it into the trees and sputtered until she went diving to the ground. She shifted in midair, collapsing to the ground as a wolf. The trees sheltered her from the harsh world behind her and she shuddered at the thought of ever having been there. She would much rather be with her pack. Oh, where was her pack anyhow?

Skia lifted her head and grit her teeth as she attempted to move. It was painful, excruciating even, but she managed to move at a snail's pace. She had to find her pack or be vulnerable to attacks by much more threatening predators that lurked in the darkness of The Labyrinth.
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Will sighed. The queen had taken over his duty. The first chance in aiding someone the way he was taught in a long time and royalty stepped in again. He shook his head and stood. The man sent to guard him came for him and he just slumped away. It was quite strange for Will to act in such a way, but at the moment he didn't care. He was a defeated sould who had lost faith for the time being. All he had to do was live now. "I know where my room is. I need no help. Though, you will need to lock the door behind me," he said nearly as a breath. It seemed nearly all life had been siphoned from his speech. The only thing to look forward to was more royalty badgering him for his ability. It seemed more like a curse to him now. The only thing he is needed for. Well, maybe he could live with it. Maybe he couldn't. He would find out.
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At the mention of his son finally returning, she was very happy about it. However, it was a mere fleeting moment as he was brought to the infirmary. He must be injured which made the queen very pale due to her worry. She would be heartbroken if anything dire happened to her only son. The mentioning of her son bringing a wolf was ignored by her. Even the fatigue condition of her physique had been forgotten, she had only one in mind. The well-being of her child.

"My King, I---"

Her sentence was left hanging in the air as she was quickly swept into the arms of Edward. It resulted into a small yelp due to her surprise. She did not have enough time to collect her bearing due to the many questions floating within her mind. Moreover, her distress was also evident upon her visage. It was only then she had come to her senses when Edward whispered words of apology and regret.

Edward may act as stoic when it regard about their son. However, she understood that it was to make Nyles a great King in the future. Deep inside, her husband was still a father in many ways. She had come to a conclusion that it was not only her who was deathly fearsome of the possible state of their child. If anything worse happened to him, she would not hesitate to end the life of the Ginger by her own hands.

"He will be safe. Nyles is strong. He is your son. Furthermore, I will ensure no wound or injury would be upon him. You should show him this side of yours often My King,.."

She said with much gentleness and firm encouragement. Her hands were placed around the neck of Edward as she nestled her face at the crook of his neck. It was her way to sooth the turmoils within his hear and also to relieve hers as well. Amina could only hope that nothing tragic had occurred and that soon everything that ails Edward would be gone. However for now, she waited for them to arrive at the infirmary to see his son. Even if she is weaken, Amina would not hesitate to use her ability especially towards his child.
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Her words echoed in his mind. It was true, Nyles was his son. He inherited the best of his mother and himself, but what if he inherited the worst also? The King was worried for the wellbeing of his son, but truly…. He wanted answers. He wanted to know what happened in that labyrinth. He wanted to head there himself so no other would face the burden of taking down that Ginger, but… What if that action would make him fall and lose his crown?

The king went to a slow halt as they approached the infirmary. Just then, a nurse had stepped out and noticed the royal couple, with the advisor following closely. “Ah, My lords!” She bowed quickly. The King got down on one knee as he gently put the Queen’s feet on the ground. Before getting up he asked.

“The Prince…” His voice heavy with panting as sweat came down his brow. He could’ve done this easily when he was younger. Has it already been 17 years since the prophet first came to his court? 17 years since that crown had been placed on top of his head. He stood up as he prepared himself.

“The Prince is merely passed out. We tended his wounds and is currently sleeping.”


The King sighed of relief, his son was alright. He hadn’t sent him to his demise. “We wish to see him” The nurse nodded and let them past. Edward looked at his Queen: his pillar, his rock the source of his mental strength... He was simply passed out, simply passed out. He searched for her hand as he spoke.

“Then… let us go” He still feared the sight of it. The guilt he felt at the moment was immense. He hid it all. They walked into the infirmary, where on the bed was their prince, his armour neatly placed on the side of the bed. This was Edward’s doing. He took his stance by the bed.

“Look, my Queen. He sleeps.”
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Fang: "Look at you, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful, and when i look into your beautiful eyes all I see is this magnificent elegant creature, full of grace, full of strength. You're mesmerizing. You're intoxicating. I want you near me. I want to indulge you."

Ryan: "If my survival means the death of innocents, then so be it"

Kyliden: "This one is strong. He's brave and takes what he needs. He's a better werewolf then i could ever wish to be."

Diego: "I can't control what i feel, querida mia. This spark will become a big lively fire. It will consume me, it will consume you and everyone around us, and once nothing is left, new life will spring eternal."

Wade: "She made me love her before she sired me. She wanted a companion, a friend, a lover to indulge her throughout the centuries. Her demise filled me with emptiness; she was to give me a purpose and now I'm alone."
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Robert was put off slightly by Williams manor, but it was of little importances. If the man wished to be cross, then let him be cross. Robert was not the sort of man to fight over such petty things. He was ordered to take him to his quarters and guard him, as such he was going to just that, regardless of if the man was cross and ill natured or not. And he personally was not familiar with William or his case in question so he wasn't entirely certain as to the cause of any of this but an oder was an oder. As such when they left the thrown room he lifted up his spear from where he had set it before entering and thanked the doorman for watching it. With the familiar feel of it's shaft in his hand once more Robert walked along the hall two paces behind William, keeping an eye out for anything off. The sounds of their footsteps only echoing slightly along the large hallways of the castle.
(OH MY GOD!!! Horrible post please forgive me, but my brain is mush and there wasn't much to work with. T^T )
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Olivia's clanking boots clacked against the marble of the royal floors loudly, the sound piercing the tall, tan woman's ears. Clad in her dark armour and staple bright green sash which were brightened by the evening light streaming in through the tall windows of the corridor, she walked steadily towards the throne room, wondering silently about the king's words in the letter she had recieved. She listened to the steady rhythm of her squadron's feet hitting the floor behind her, her own in sync with the heavy metal sound. The constant noise made her lull into a relaxed state, making her think of the stress-breaking training sessions she worked hard and sweated during, where she fought hard keeping her movements as accurate as she could.
Whatever the king has summoned me about, it will surely recquire those skills I have cultivated.
Olivia smiled inwardly, her posture somewhat straightened as little drops of pride at being the one picked for the said mission seeped into her.
Tapestries and paintings addorned the corridor she and her men walked through, the end of the long hallway marked by great wooden, intricate doors addorned with gilded reliefs of the royal coat-of-arms. Two heavily-armoured guards stood on either end of the doors, barring the squad's path with crossed steel greatlances. The armoured warden on the left spoke to Olivia, seeing her as the leader of the group.
"Name your purpose here,"
Olivia spoke in her slightly country-accented voice, motioning to her fellow soldiers behind her.
"We were summoned here by King Edward for mission instruction," She looked over at the warden on the right, who was also eyeing her in an analytical manner. He then locked gazes with his fellow guard, nodded, then spoke to Olivia.
"Understood, soldiers. The king is not currently in the throne room. However, he has not left the castle, and so you are welcome to remain in the throne room until he arrives there again." Both wardens took ahold of the silver door handles from their positions, and opened the doors up, allowing passage.
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Troubled thoughts played through the sleeping Nyles's mind. He twisted as it haunted him in his slumber. Recollections of unrealistic being realistic, of imagination becoming void and the truth being more fanciful than what the logic of imagination had allowed. Images of wolves becoming man, and man becoming monster, and the monster becoming the face of his father. That face in turn, true to form twisted into the face of his own, and was pealed back to reveal the face of the cackling old crone of the prophet towering over him with wafts of black mist spinning around everywhere else. Suddenly he jolted away in the bed, sitting strait up, his forehead beaded with a could sweat.

The light of the infirmary was harsh compared to the darkness of his dream. making him squint at the burring of the world that came directly after. He shook his head fiercely, not yet aware that his parents sat by him. As soon as he caught his breath his cleared his vision and looked about, spotting his majesty the king, and her majesty the queen. He stared at his father for but a brief moment. It was a solitary moment, hardly long enough to be noted, and would appear to be nothing more than the accumulation of shock. But it was not. He then bowed his head to the two of them. "Majesties." He said respectfully. It was the prince, he new all too well the proper etiquette and form. Though it always seemed to have him come off as a distanced son.

All the while the princes mind was at work running through the entirety of the formulated causes and effects of what had happened, and what was yet to happen. The prince was a quick witted and sharp minded man, and he was rarely found when not thinking. And it was to the point that he was able to do so even while doing other things and seem as if he wasn't concerned with thought at all. Years of practice allowed him to seem perfectly at easy while his mind ran 100km a hour.
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King Edward looked upon his son with such guilt. The prophecy spoke of the end of the King’s reign. He was the King in question and in his paranoia sent his own son to handle a problem that plagued him. If Edward dies, then his own son would be the King, but would his son continue what the King has wrought?! Of course not! He knew very well his own son was disapproving in ending the life of the nobles and conglomerating all power and all wealth to the throne and in unification the British Isles. The war was seen as mostly symbolic, the childish dream of three generations, and the end of the noble being the never-ending revenge on the nobles. Each passing second of watching his son knocked unconscious was weighing deeply unto his heart. He wanted him to wake up and his paranoid mind has kept things to a maximum. He held his queen’s hand, firmly but gently.

His son opened his eyes and the king sighed of relief, then he inspected his son. His well-being; he wasn’t hurt. He looked to be entirely sane. Then… If there are no injuries why did he return to the castle?! Was his initial thought of the Prince betraying his father and side with the cursed ginger the truth?! He contained his anger as much as possible, the dark aura around his body being non-present except for his eyes that were fixed on his son.

“My son, I am pleased you are alright” He spoke with a distant tone; He was always cold with his son, it built character. It was the queen’s job to coddle him while the King tried to turn the whelp into a true ruler. He kept the firm grip on his Queen’s hand, and made sure not to hold it too strong.

“You’ve returned without your men and with a wolf. Report what happened” There was a dark ominous tone coming from his voice. Should he not hear what he wants to hear, then not even the Queen could save his son from his wrath.
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Nyles gave a respectfully grateful bow of his head when the king mentioned he was glad he was well, yet when the next question was poised Nyles did not so much as blink. The ominous tone he had heard time and time again in listening to his fathers dealings with others, as well as quite often himself. The kings temper was neither something secret, nor something to be underestimated. But at the same time, because of that it was something that was not to be disregarded either. Ager was energy, energy was in effect all the same. An emotion was an emotion, it drove people forwards, and a person moving forward was just as easy to move around you, as you to a object unmoving. It was using this philosophy that he was able to sway off the kings displeasure when it arose in the past.

Nyles looked to his father and with barely a pause of thought spoke up. "I have returned without my men because I was separated from them in the maze, and rather than chance having been lost in it trying to find them once again, I made my way back. And the world your majesty, is merely for the pleasure of the court. Though out the eras great nations and kings have held wild beasts close at hand for their amusement, bearing this in mind I have brought you a token, and should my men return having failed to locate the heretical saboteur due to my absence, then also as an apology for my failure." He explained.
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