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Artemis tossed another log into the frieplace of the large house. He hated this place. THe large wood exterious was scorched and blacked, with a hole on one side of the house that let the snow from the outside world fall into the building. THe power was on but they had to keep the lights off, after all the Hirules were constantly watching this place. Not that they'd ever find anything, His father might not be his favorite person but he hid his mother's house well, after all, Artemis' old man was Desmond Ruler.

He looked over at the bedroom area, where he had last seen Amber, going to sleep probably, it was one of the few places in the large home that was still warm. The hole in one side let out alot of heat, even with the sheet they had hung to cover it. He wondered if the Hirule's could see the smoke rising, but had to remind himself not the be paranoid. One, there wasn't that many Hirules in the city, but there were alot in the Castle. Two,the entire city was full of random smoke stacks at anygiven time. The Hirule hadn't burned the whole town, but they had caused alot of damage. Then the humans happened to cause even more, there had been a battle there when the Humans had tried to fight back, it was foolish but they did it, they went to the places were the monsters made camp and attacked, and failed. Even their atomic attack on the Gate had failed to do more then bring on more wrath of their new masters. It was easy to spot a Hirule, now, they weren't as dirty or hopeless looking like humans, in fact it was easier still to see the bad Hirules.

The Hirules weren't here by choice, they were each normally kind hearted, but rather they had fallen into line behind a Hierarch. "Just like my father..." Artemis said to himself as these thoughts crossed his mind. he kicked at a pile of old books in anger. The Hirule who served the Hierarch aren't of their own minds, they are cruel looking and have blank eyes, and no matter the color of the stone on their rings, its always gleaming red. Artemis looked at his own ring... Blue, the color of his families stone, in fact it was the families stone... or more presiesly, his father's. "That bastard!" he hissed and pulled the ring off, throwing it off to the side toward the bedrooms.