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Phelix woke up feeling feeling refreshed. He hadn't felt this good since the day after his inception to the black knights, when he got to sleep in. He got up and dawned his peasant clothes and packed some bread and water, and grabbed a jar for milk on his way past the farms. He was extremely excited about the next few days.

As he was leaving he walked by to bid Rory goodbye. He over heard part of the conversation he was having with someone that sounded like Zath.


"I want you to wear The Guardian, when you leave to follow Phelix, it's very cruel out there, espically if the people from newhaven know who you are, if you have armor you can protect yourself"
"My king," Zath started " I humbley rufuse your request, not beacause i want to, but because i have to."
"Have to?" the king questioned.
"Yes" Zath responded modestly.
"Why?" The king questioned. King rory was intrested in hearing this.
"Because in my village, Oaki, we do not wear armor, it disrupst our physiological flow. 'If you wear Armor, you are weak like everybody else, but without, you are strong.' That's what my father told me when i was young, before he died. You see, the clothing i wear isn't just regular clothing, it is blessed to match my spirit. If i put on armor, all my attacks would be worthless, I would be another Civilian, When I use my Shadow copy or death cry, i require my spirit and body to be one, if i wear the armor, not only can i not hide from my opponents, but defend myself." Zath was Inturrupted my the king.
"defend yourself?" the king was mistified my his usually cocky head guard's serious responce.
"Yes, I can't use my abilities with armor on, i need to be in tone with my shard." Zath responded.
"If i wear armor, i cannot summon my blessed soul Katars."
"The head monk that took me in when my father was killed blessed my katars to always protect me, and he fused them into my wrists, at first it hurt, a lot, but after awhile the pain went away, and i was told to never take off my cloak for the reason that if it leaves my body, my Katars become regular Katars, and slice my wrists off."
The King was amazed, with this new relelation, "Then, Return to your post." the king replied, "...and see that your cloak never comes off"


So, Phelix was going to be followed? He gestured his hand putting a minor spell on the king, perhaps he would slip and fall, or all his quills would go missing today. Phelix trusted the king, and was hurt to know the king did not trust him back. With a tear in his eye and anger in his heart he turned and hurried out of the castle only stopping to get the milk he had planned on getting, but even that didn't cover up the bad taste he had in his mouth.