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#2011-06-03 05:11:46, as written by TiMMMaY!!!

Alastair Ravensdale, the former right hand General of the man who’s men he had just lain to slaughter, men he had once commanded, stood before the two boys as he wiped blood from his sword on the hem of his shirt, then put it into the wide sheath slung across his back. By what dumb luck had he managed to arrive in time to save him, the boy he had been seeking, the boy he had sworn to protect, if only for himself. Alastair stared in silent and hidden joy at the dark purple-haired boy, the blood Prince of his Kingdom. Alastair’s face itself showed nothing of the emotions that played through his mind, but his eyes did glint, if only slightly, perhaps showing a small bit of how he felt. He wiped his bloodied hand across his chest, then pushed a bit of his hair from his face, then took a step forward. The tall, heavily built former General stared with his brown, earthy eyes, into those unnatural violet orbs of his, reaffirming the fact that this was the Prince.

Alastair fought back the urge to kneel before him, running it through his for the millionth time mind that this boy had no idea who he truly was. Alastair cleared his throat, then shifted his attention to the other boy, younger and smaller than the Prince, but he truly felt little interest for that one. He simply gazed at him for appearance purposes only. So as not to make either of them think that Alastair was not paying an overly strange amount of attention on him. This other boy was good looking, with short brown hair and deep green eyes, but was too much of a boy rather than a man to have put his natural traits to any use. The General looked away from him, then back to the Prince, and nodded curtly at nothing in particular before clearing his throat.

He rubbed the stubble on his chin, looking down at the ground, then down at himself, his hand running to back behind his neck, rubbing absently. The awkward silence was only interrupted by a long, lingering death rattle from one of the soldiers he had just bested.

Alastair cleared his throat again, overpowering the sound of the dying soldier, who seemed to stop right then, and looked back up at the boys, trying not to let his eyes linger on the Prince. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He meant, of course, the fact that he had been unable to save the farmer they were with. “But… we can’t stay here. A scout got away. More will come.” He said definitively, his years of experience in this sort of thing probably showing through, but these mere boys would not likely notice the erect military stance he took, nor the direct manner of speech that was second nature to him. “What’s your names?” Alastair asked in a gruff voice, and in casual manner that contradicted all the death he had just caused, like he was standing up against a mere painting of a miserable battlefield, rather than it being reality. He dared not to come too close to the Prince, that was not customary of a soldier to do towards royalty, but he also didn’t want to scare them off now that he had finally found his mark. He probably didn’t look like the nicest of people to be chatting with, especially after the show he had just put on.

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