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Nuocolo Gracia

Nuocolo gazed at the Gemini twins under his brows; those two younglings were supposed to be partnered with him? They had no respect for his ways, and he had no respect for them. He knew that he probably would be forced to do something about them. He had no incentive starting to play nice about them nor would he be pressed under should they demand something. Nuocolo wondered what was the reason he was paired with them. He would certainly have to ask the King if he got a chance. And he sure would get a chance.

As Nadya spoke to him directly, Nuocolo quickly stood up, but ordered Giovio to remain seated. He waited until Nadya had addressed the Kimg.
”Lady Nadya,” began Nuocolo, clearing his throat ever so slightly. ”I beg your pardon, but it is you who destined Chamaelon to this state, it was YOU who forced me and my people to abandon our old Alliance! Nuocolo could say no more as the King’s voice silenced him.

Nuocolo listened to what the King wished to say, yet, he thought, the King was wrong. He most certainly had to be. Were the Gem not stolen or destroyed 700 years back, where was it then? Legends told that it was large, not easily carried away by the veils of night. He slowly began having doubts of himself. Just perhaps the King or the other rulers were honest for once and none had anything to do with it. But, there was a more grim future in that case to come: if the location of the Gem was forgotten in the dust of time, could it be found in time?

Before Nuocolo could break the silence after the King had finished his speech, which had mostly made Nuocolo angry, albeit Nuocolo felt there could be some truth in it, he saw a sight which made him and Giovio very uneasy: chanting which made verything about them tremble. Nuocolo instinctly grabbed the hilt of his sword and was ready to draw it along with Giovio, when he saw himself standing on a beach, covered by sand so white as if it was made of ground bones with some glitter like gold. It reminded Nuocolo of the Northern Bone Wastes. But North it certainly wasn’t: the air was moist and hot. The King’s words still lingered about the rulers, who were standing beside Nuocolo. Giovio was nowhere to be seen, even if he had sut there mere a few blinks of an eye ago.

Nuocolo drew his sword from its sheath, it’s blade was well crafted and its hilt was decorated with sturdy wesend leather. The old man held his sword aloft and yelled: ”Why did you bring us here?! Take us back this instant!” Even if he knew why this was, he still could not accept it. He had never been treated like this by someone who claimed not being his enemy. Still holding onto his sword he glimpsed at the other rulers who shared his faith. He could trust to none of them, yet the King’s words demanded just that. He removed his cloak and sat down in the sand. He would have have to think. Hos eyes were still flaming and his face looked as if he could chop down trees (or men) with a few swings of the sword should someone say a wrong word.