Zexen Tiberius Elen's Story

As the summit continued forward the King of Cinnabar took the floor. "As for your proposals for blockades, it is far too neat, Your Majesty. Wars are messy businesses, as I'm sure everyone at this table is aware, and neat solutions rarely work. Barring blockades would only lead to greater losses, on both sides of the conflict. As for the plans to have the Wishing Faeries inspect ships, how will they cope with weapons smuggled in? The Fae's weakness to iron is well known. If we are to agree to this, we must consider every eventuality."

Father Superior listened to his opinion openly. The young king brought up a very good and valid point. He hadn’t considered his own weakness to iron. Father Superior nodded in agreement. ”You bring to light a very important factor that I overlooked King Arim. In the event that Iron is detected a fae will feel discomfort, I imagine they will also work alongside the border patrols of the kingdoms during times of inspections. If iron is detected the patrolmen will be alerted and the smuggler apprehended I assume. Once the fae is out of the presence of iron, he or she should be recover with little problem.” he said in response to Arim with a relaxed smile. He appreciated Arim’s considering the safety of the faeries.


King Arkaelus spoke, "If you all wish to continue wars the way they have been fought for centuries, so be it. As for the trade, I would encourage you all to come up with your own proposals on regulation. In the mean time I suggest we take up in the festivities. There are many activities that are offered in the palace that anyone can take part in." He said after sipping his wine. He looked towards the newcomer, who had revealed her presence without formal introduction. "By the way, you never introduced yourself." Arkaelus concluded.

”Where are my manners, of course. I am Lady Fionnaghal Pynchon, High Sage of Kythiania, here as representative of my lands, and her interests here following our age long absence from world affairs.” As Fionnaghal spoke her name her voice took on a thicker accent than previously which persisted through the rest of her words before fading as she paused for breath. ”Now before your minds run rampant with whatever old wives tales that you heard when you were young, let me assure you that whatever mysteries that have been woven of my land they are equally likely to be fact as they are to be fiction. And unlike the Wasteland of Nemu our monsters are kept under control rather than left to roam free.”



“Kythiania… now there is a name I’ve not heard in a very long time. Father Superior thought to himself. He knew it to be a place of great magic. As he looked upon the woman in intrigue he was addressed by Valen. ”Well Luin you look deep in thought. Perhaps you’re concerned with something a hidden secret perhaps?” Valen smirked mockingly at Blue.

Blue looked to his side where Valen was and smiled in a slightly sarcastic manner. ”You treat me as if I am a being not to be trusted.”

Valen huffed a quick chuckle before responding, ”Believe me Luin I wouldn’t be the first person not to TRUST The Blue Faery, and with good reason.” Valen couldn’t help but take verbal jabs at Blue. He was having a more difficult time suppressing his bitterness than he thought he would. Blue looked silently at Valen. He was clearly upset but refrained from responding. It was Blue’s lack of response that would, in the past, upset Valen worse.

Father Superior leered at Valen a moment longer and shook his head in a manner suggesting that he’d given up bickering with his former lover. ”I’ve a wishing star faery to locate. If you’ll excuse me.” he responded and quickly reverted to pixie size. He swiftly flew away toward the large entrance of the grand room. The guards were quite amazed at his ability to shift size and fly. They had to snap out of their staring to remember that they needed to open the door for the guest. Blue bowed politely to the men and exited as soon as the doors were opened.

Blue flew about the castle and decided to search the outside festival grounds. Niven would not have easily been admitted into the castle. There were so many people singing, dancing, and eating. Flying through the large crowds of people would have been suicide for the pixie sized Father Superior so he opted to fly above them. He couldn’t stand being human sized a moment longer. Not long after hovering above the people did he spot the runaway faery. At a dumpling cart stood human sized Niven stuffing his mouth with large dumplings. Father Superior was relieved to see the young fae was alright.

He flew toward Niven who was about to take another bite from the large dumpling in his hand. Blue materialized his wand and pointed it at the dumpling changing it into a large clump of cotton. After biting into the cotton confused Niven saw the pixie sized Father Superior fly in front of him. Shocked he jumped backward narrowly missing a large man carrying a couple of beer mugs. The large mortal fussed at the young fae urging him to watch what he was doing. Niven apologized and then followed Father Superior who motioned for Niven to come with him.


Once to two reached the outer perimeter of the festival grounds they spoke. Niven chuckled nervously, ”Father Superior…. I- um… Fancy meeting you here of all places! Hehehe…”

Father Superior crossed his arms. ”Likewise.” he replied in a rather plain fashion.

Niven continued, ”I thought you were still in Anansai. You know, with important faery stuff to do…” He knew this was not panning out well for him. After realizing that he was still human size Niven reverted back to pixie form.

”Likewise I thought the same of you earlier. You expressly disobeyed what I told you. You thought you were in trouble before…” Father Superior reprimanded.

Niven was beginning to rethink his impulsive decision to go to Khalidor despite being told to do otherwise. “I’m sorry Father Superior. I just really wanted to be a part of the mortal world we help all the time. It’s one thing to fly over it all the time but to be down here, eat their food, hear their stories, celebrate with them… It makes me appreciate the work we do all the more. I just wanted to experience it even if just once, since I was going to be on punishment anyway. I figured I’d make it worth it.” Niven hung his head waiting for Father Superior’s further reprimanding.

Father superior smiled, much to Niven’s surprise. ”Dear you have an uncommon gift for making me change my mind. Perhaps I was a little overly strict earlier. Your actions today, despite how disobedient they may have been, have inspired me. Also it has been brought to my attention, being present at the summit, that things are changing in the world around us. We may be taking a more active role in things soon. You’ll receive a free this time, but do know that no such luck will come to you should there be a next time.” The two began to make their way into the castle.

Zexen looked on trying to figure out why Father Superior had abruptly flew toward the exit of the room. It must have been something his father had said to the Blue Faery. Zexen didn’t quite understand why the two bickered so viciously. He shot an accusatory look at his father but before he could say anything his attention was pulled elsewhere.

Dorian, King Arkaelus’ cousin, spoke out, "Well I'm bored of this conversation." Dorian said very nonchalant. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the courtyard practicing. Zexen, how about we spar now?" Dorian spoke from across the room.

Zexen looked over slightly nervously. Haven taken a final sip of the Khalidorian wine he so loved, he swallowed it down and responded. “Umm… but of course Sir Dorian. It is an honor. Please lead on.”

Zexen began to take a few steps toward Dorian’s direction when Valen placed a hand on his shoulder. Zexen stopped to acknowledge his father yet did not look at him. He simply looked to the floor and listened. ”I’m proud of you my boy. Do well and show the Khalidor Grand General your tenacity.”

Zexen nodded in response. Although he didn’t let it show on the outside, he was already considerably nervous but his father’s attempt at encouragement only made him feel worse. He really didn’t want to disappoint him. Zexen knew he needed to focus and that meant booting anything distracting out of his brain, including expectations.



He reached Dorian and gave a minor polite bow. Zexen realized that Dorian was considerably larger than himself. That meant this guy wouldn’t be easy topple without being extra tactful. Zexen decided relax. They hadn’t even left the main room yet.

As Dorian led Zexen down the halls Zexen noted how casual and friendly he was. Zexen smiled in relief. It was honestly nice not having to worry about being as formal with him. He was a General, a warrior, and one thing he knew was that warriors commonly got tired of noble formalities rather easily.



”So Sir Dorian, you may have a slight advantage over me today. I’ve been cooped up in a carriage for hours today, and have had a considerable amount of wine at dinner. Go easy on me.” He snickered as he joked.

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Dorian Ursuul


”So Sir Dorian, you may have a slight advantage over me today. I’ve been cooped up in a carriage for hours today, and have had a considerable amount of wine at dinner. Go easy on me.” Zexen said. Dorian laughed. He thought that every noble there would have posh humor, apparently he was wrong. Just Dorian. No Sir please. Then Skander asked if he could watch their duel. "Of course, come along.

He guided the other two down the many corridors until they reached the courtyard. It was large, flanked with columns and large hardy greenery. Within the space there was a large heated pool in the center, a small tavern to the side, a blacksmiths forge, and training grounds towards the back. Dorian waved Skandar and Zexen over to the tavern. The wall facing the pool was knocked down as so who took a dip could get their drinks. The courtyard alone cost millions of ducats to pay for, so it had the finest to offer.

Dorian ordered a bottle of vodka from the servant working there. Khalidor invented vodka, so they claimed anyway, which they took great pride in. He took a generous swig of the brew and smiled at Zexen. "I haven't had much wine so this should even the odds. Have you ever tasted vodka? It's more of a backwoods drink and it rarely leaves the countryside. I think you'd like it." He poured a bit into two glasses for his guests. "It has a slightly stronger kick than wine." He commented. Personally he loved the stuff. Vodka was a standard staple in Khalidor's military. Every soldier was given a small personal bottle each month. They even used it as a base in many of their stews.

”I would most love to see you dance! I LOVE dancing! I’m so sorry I missed you earlier! I’m sure you were most dazzling!” Queen Amelia said and Xiao Jingshen blushed bashfully. Tenanye noted that Amelia seemed to want to help this budding relationship with Xiao Jinghen and Kiran, why she couldn't say. “How about you perform your most favorite dance for us, and then if you feel up to it princess, we all take part in a couples waltz? I’m sure Kiran would love to dance with you.” She said and
Tenanye smiled as Queen Amelia humored her sweet sister and appreciated it. This friendship between Kiran and Xiao Jingshen would be most beneficial, as it was clear that the young prince seemed smitten and Xiao Jingshen was more then receptive.
Xiao Jingshen bit her lip. "I've never dance withanyone before." She said feebly. "I'm afraid I don't know how..." She said adorably.
It was in that moment, Tenanye got an idea. Two, to be exact.
A perfect way to cement ties between Ashkara and Anansai, as well as with Khalidor. She wasn't sure how much Xiao Jingshen would like this, but Tenanye sensed no danger from Kiran, his heart was pure. It was his brothers she worried about. Skandar specifically, snakes were always known for biting the hand that fed them. That being said, for what Tenanye had planned, she needed Xiao Jingshen safe, and away from the harm that would surely come.....

"Queen Tenanye," Tenanye turned to see Nemu standing, facing her now. Tenanye watched her with a curious eye. "I wish to congratulate you on your wondrous physical form and mental capabilities. I believe one of my auxiliary Cortex centres may have been Fae in origin, its processing power is... splendid." Tenanye frowned. Fae in Origin?
Nemu went on to address the Ashakari prince that worried her and proved her fears.
"Prince Skander, it is a pleasure to see you again. I hope your father is well, my Master remembers him fondly."
Tenanye arched her brow in his direction. She should not blame him for his father's sins, but she hardly trusted him as it was, that was not something she needed to hear.
She watched as Skandar slithered off with Dorian and Zexen. She took a breath and noticed that the host of this summit was awfully quiet and she figured now would be the best time for what she had in mind. There were two other Queens here yet no King. She had to do this, and cement it quickly.
"Severyn, Keep an eye on Xiao Jingshen, will you, I'm going to speak with the King but I will need to do this alone." She said. Severyn frowned a bit, but nodded. "Of course."
"King Arkaelus" She called, getting his attention, rising for her chair, and moving to him, walking with such grace she appeared to be gliding.
"Do you mind joining me for a walk?" She asked with a graceful bow. "I could use a some fresh air."

Zexen was beginning to feel considerably more relaxed. Dorian laughed at his joke. Zexen had never before considered himself talented in the area of comedy but he wasn’t dull in humor either. Since he’d been drinking his joking and jovial behavior only increased. He wasn’t too excited when he heard Skandar ask to come along with them. He hadn’t really wanted anyone to watch the sparring match in the event that he’d end up embarrassing himself against the general. However Zexen tried to maintain his no pressure mentality. “It’s fine, let him watch. You’ll do fine. What’s another stranger watching? Although it would help to have a friend out here with me.” He thought to himself.


The courtyard was large, flanked with columns and large hardy greenery. Within the space there was a large heated pool in the center, a small tavern to the side, a blacksmiths forge, and training grounds towards the back. Dorian waved Skandar and Zexen, over to the tavern. The wall facing the pool was knocked down as so who took a dip could get their drinks.

Dorian ordered a bottle of vodka from the servant working there. He took a generous swig of the brew and smiled at Zexen. "I haven't had much wine so this should even the odds. Have you ever tasted vodka? It's more of a backwoods drink and it rarely leaves the countryside. I think you'd like it." He poured a bit into two glasses for his guests. "It has a slightly stronger kick than wine." He commented.

Zexen snickered. ”Well, Dorian, if this Vodka can catch you up to where I am currently, and yet you offer me some, I’d suspect you are trying to end the match before it starts.” his snicker filtered into hearty laughter. Zexen felt comfortable with Dorian, unusually quicker than he did with most strangers. Skandar, however, didn’t quite put him at ease so there was still a slight feeling of apprehension Zexen felt. The man seemed calculating, always brewing some plan in his head by the looks of it.

Just to his surprise he spotted the blue light of the pixie sized Father Superior who was accompanied by a floating green light. It seemed he was with another wishing star faery. The two were headed down the hallway toward the courtyard. Zexen remembered that he was technically a wishing star faery but he almost never reverted in size nor spouted his wings. He figured he was small enough in stature as it was. Zexen wanted a friend to help him feel more at ease and like a wish answered The Blue Faery appeared. ”Thank the stars Blue!” Zexen thought. Zexen spoke out, his voice ringing through the courtyard and into the hallway, ”Father Superior, my friend! We’re off for some sparring, Dorian and I. King Skandar will be spectating. Come join us! I am about to try a new drink called VODKA!!”

Zexen thought once more having realized that he called Blue friend. ”I called him my friend. Are we really actually friends? We’ve only met once before today, and back then I manipulated him into helping me get my revenge. He did say that all is well between us, but we never officially stated that we’re friends. He’s kind to me, and I guess… I trust him.”



Father Superior was pleasantly surprised to see the group seated at a tavern built off of the courtyard. He smiled and bowed to the group consisting of Skandar, Dorian, and Zexen. ”I’d be glad to join you if you’ll have Niven and me along.” He and Niven proceeded to join the group.



Niven lit up with the sound of this unfamiliar beverage. ”I most certainly want to try!! Please pour me a glass! OH and don’t forget one for OLD Blue eyes here!!” Without hesitation he shifted to human size and accepted the clear beverage. Blue couldn’t help but laugh at the young Faery’s outgoing behavior. Father Superior didn’t object to a strong drink and seeing that Niven was all set to party he felt he’d need the drink now more than ever. ”King Skandar, Grand General Dorian, Lord Zexen, this is Niven. He is a wishing star faery in training to one day, in the VERY distant future, become a faery godfather.” Blue introduced the young Fae.

”It’s nice to meet you Niven.” Zexen replied as he raised his glass to the Faery. Zexen hadn’t really met a young wishing star faery like himself before meeting Niven. Being around him was somewhat thought provoking for Zexen. Looking at Niven he wondered what would he and his father be like had Valen not left Anansai years ago. Would Father Superior be training him to become a faery godfather as well? Zexen looked away from Niven and down into his cup, trying to take his thoughts in another direction.

Zexen examined the drink. It looked like water only slightly thicker. It also smelled really strongly. He was most curious and eager to try it. ”Dorian I have not tried this before and I’m simply bursting at my seams to taste it. We shall toast and then taste! To FRIENDSHIP, ALLAINCES, AND GOOD TIMES!!” After toasting and gulping down a large mouthful of the drink Zexen swallowed heavily and gasped. ”My STARS THAT’S GOT KICK!! It’s disgusting but I love it! It makes you feel… brave…” Zexen said jovially. His face beginning to turn red as the booze was beginning to add up in his system.



Niven drank and almost choked. He had never tasted anything quite like vodka before. ”Oh I could get into a lot of trouble drinking this!! the young faery exclaimed. He took yet another swig.

Blue commented after taking a few drinks and reacting surprisingly composed in manner, only displaying a minor pleased flinch. ”That is why you had better savor the taste of vodka now because you are not bringing it with us back to Anansai so you can terrorize everyone within miles later. Blue said with a laugh, his lips being brought back to the brim of his cup. He looked to the Southern serpent King, “So Skandar, is the your first time trying this beverage as well?” Blue hadn’t really had the chance to talk to Skandar at all not that he had much in particular to say to him. He did sense the magical energy in the king. His magic was much different than that of the fae or wishing star faeries for that matter.



Zexen, took a moment to get up and examine the blacksmith’s forge. Zexen immediately noticed it when they arrived in the courtyard but he finally had the chance to check it out up close. He loved blacksmith work. He felt that if he were born in a different situation he probably would have been a smithy by professional trade. ”What a fine forge you have here!! I imagine you spend a lot of tie out here Dorian. Even in the cold of your country, this flame will keep you never lacking warmth as long as you’re within its embrace. I love blacksmith work!” Zexen inspected the area excitedly.

Although Zexen was a fae he had an unusual immunity to the sickness that iron brought on to any and all fae. Father Superior made sure to remain near the Tavern and not venture close to the forge. He noted Zexen’s ability to work around iron without issue and found it intriguing. Even Xiao who was half fae was negatively affected by iron. Father Superior knew that the reason was magic related in origin, an unusual rare and powerful magic. Most likely Valen had something to do with it but Blue would ask about it later if at all possible.

"You bring to light a very important factor that I overlooked King Arim. In the event that Iron is detected a fae will feel discomfort, I imagine they will also work alongside the border patrols of the kingdoms during times of inspections. If iron is detected the patrolmen will be alerted and the smuggler apprehended I assume. Once the fae is out of the presence of iron, he or she should be recover with little problem.” The Father Superior said in reply to Arim.

Arim raised an eyebrow and inclined his head by way of accepting the Father Superior's suggestion. He kept his thoughts to himself on how many ways that could go wrong, depending on which side a man was to stand. Had Aada not been there, he probably would have spoken freely. He could almost feel her disapproval if he had said anything. The last thing he wanted was Aada giving him the cold shoulder for the rest of their visit. He hazarded a glance across the table to Aada. Their eyes met for a brief second before she dropped his gaze. Arim rolled his eyes. What had he done now?

"What can you tell me about your magical studies? I confess, I have a bit of talent myself."

Aada turned her attention to Moloch, "My magic? Well," she settled back in her seat, "in Cinnabar, magic runs among the noble houses. Mostly we learn from one another or through experimentation by ourselves. But politics gets involved. Certain families will only deal with others and even then they won't always tell each other everything. I mean, why give an opponent an equal chance? Unless you're royalty, then they're tripping over themselves to tutor you in magic. Finding the best becomes difficult, especially when most of them can do parlour tricks at best. I am mostly self taught. There are precious few with a talent for pyromagy, so I began teaching myself when I was competent in that discipline. A lot of my education came from books I managed to find. My brother's talent lies primarily with air, as did King Seth, a much more common talent in Cinnabar, so of course he had the best of Cinnabar's best training him. What of your talents, Your Majesty?"

Aada saw Amelia rise from her seat to join the Fae, who were speaking with the Princes of Ashkara. It would seem that Aada would have to speak to her friend later. For the time being, she returned her full attention to Moloch.

Dorian Ursuul



”What a fine forge you have here!! I imagine you spend a lot of tie out here Dorian. Even in the cold of your country, this flame will keep you never lacking warmth as long as you’re within its embrace. I love blacksmith work!” Dorian heard Zexen say as he walked over to the forge. He hadn't pecked Zexen as one interested in smithing. He rummaged through a trunk near the forge and pulled out some materials. "I've been working on creating a weapon of my own. Two years. The meisters have been creating a shifting enchantment for it and I've gathered the material. I'm missing a few key ingredients, but I'm sure that I'll come across them eventually. So far mithral, cold iron, and dragonbone is what I have." Dorian said.

He looked up at the sky. The sun was beginning to set, there wasn't too much time for prime light left. "How about we duel now?" Dorian asked Zexen. "We can choose our weapons from here." He pointed to the weapons rack. The general chose a small short sword as his weapon, nothing fancy. He was planning on dueling according to the old ways of his country. So Dorian took off his shoes and then the padding on his torso. Tradition stated that he would need to be naked when dueling, but that seemed very inappropriate for the situation.

"My magic? Well, in Cinnabar, magic runs among the noble houses. Mostly we learn from one another or through experimentation by ourselves. But politics gets involved. Certain families will only deal with others and even then they won't always tell each other everything. I mean, why give an opponent an equal chance? Unless you're royalty, then they're tripping over themselves to tutor you in magic. Finding the best becomes difficult, especially when most of them can do parlour tricks at best. I am mostly self taught. There are precious few with a talent for pyromagy, so I began teaching myself when I was competent in that discipline. A lot of my education came from books I managed to find. My brother's talent lies primarily with air, as did King Seth, a much more common talent in Cinnabar, so of course he had the best of Cinnabar's best training him. What of your talents, Your Majesty?"

"Forgive me, but that sounds like a waste," Moloch told Aada honestly, his hand absentmindedly stroking his beard. He frowned slightly at the inefficiency of the magical education available in Cinnabar. It sounded like any lowborn citizen of Drake taught at the Circle of Magi would know more than all but the most privileged of the Cinnabar.

"Your nobility sound undisciplined and short-sighted. Without a strong hand to keep them in line, they will tear your kingdom apart. I shudder to think of the accidents lowborn face with no Mages to teach the magical children born to them. As for me...."

He set his goblet down and held up his hands, producing a pair of flames, "I am also talented in pyromancy. It comes from the dragonblood that runs in my family. It gives me great gifts, chief among them fire and heat magic and resistance. It is difficult to burn me."

Dorian rummaged through a trunk near the forge and pulled out some materials. "I've been working on creating a weapon of my own. Two years. The meisters have been creating a shifting enchantment for it and I've gathered the material. I'm missing a few key ingredients, but I'm sure that I'll come across them eventually. So far mithral, cold iron, and dragonbone is what I have." Dorian said.

Zexen looked at the materials gathered for the weapon. They were definitely the beginnings for a rare and fine weapon. Zexen could see it all begin to come together. ”Perhaps there is something we could do to help you. If we know what materials you are seeking we may have them to give.” Zexen said while examining the materials present. He turned toward Father Superior and continued, [b]“Father Superior perhaps you have something of great magical value to contribute to the weapon? come have a look.”

Father Superior smiled gently and slowly shook his head. “Unfortunately young one, Faeries cannot wield weapons of iron. I can’t examine the materials myself, not up close. However, I can possibly provide a magical item that may assist in the acquisition of an item you may need.” Father Superior materialized his blue wand into his hands. He pointed the wand ahead of him, a blue flash occurred and gently faded. Before him floated a writing quill. “This is an enchanted quill. With it in your possession, focus on the item you wish to locate. Once you have a clear focus on the item touch the quill to parchment and a map leading you to the item will appear. You will have a few uses from it before it loses its enchantment. I hope it will be of some use to you.”

Zexen was inspired by Father Superior’s use of magic. He really wished he could control his magic. Perhaps he was capable of similar feats. Zexen wondered if he trained under Father Superior would his ability to control his magic improve. He couldn’t ponder on it for too long. He noticed Dorian’s attention shift upward.

Dorian looked up at the sky the sun was beginning to set. "How about we duel now?" Dorian asked Zexen. "We can choose our weapons from here." He pointed to the weapons rack. The general chose a small short sword as his weapon.

Zexen nodded. He approached the weapons rack and looked over what was there to choose from. He picked up a small short sword much like the one Dorian held. He also saw a small circular shield. Zexen preferred to utilize a sword and shield in battle. ”I shall spar using my standard combat setup, sword and shield. I hope that is acceptable?” he said to Dorian as they approached the sparring grounds. ”I’m ready when you are Dorian.” Zexen concluded after having removed his outer fancy cloak.

Arkaelus Ursuul



Arkaelus continued to drink his wine as the room began to quiet down. His cousin had parted the room to spar with neighboring prince. He sighed. It was bad enough that there were several people that needed to be talked to individually, but now Dorian wasn't going to help him. Perhaps his cousin could speak to Zexen about some issues that Arkaelus had been meaning to talk to Valen about.

"King Arkaelus" He turned his head to see that Tenanye was adressing him. "Do you mind joining me for a walk?" She asked with a graceful bow. "I could use a some fresh air." Putting his glass down, he took a deep breath and got up quickly. "Yes, some fresh air would be wonderful fight about now." He told her in reply. "How about I show you the garden?" He said, holding out his arm.

Dorian Ursuul



Dorian appreciated how concerning Zexen and Father Superior were in his project. He still needed a few enchantments and very rare components. He planned on making a weapon that could take the form of any melee weapon and change it's composition to any material that he built into it. Such a weapon has taken years to pool resources into, mostly because he needed to search almost randomly for the supplies, but now there was a quill for it. That would make looking for gems much easier.

As the he and Zexen stood in the sparring circle, he looked over his opponent to try to find weaknesses in his stance. Alas he could find none. Zexen was clearly a skilled swordsmen just by his posture, while Dorian on the other hand, never being quite good with a sword, had many openings. ”I’m ready when you are Dorian.” He began with a flurry of strikes and slashes with sheer strength supporting the attacks. He figured that if he could fatigue Zexen, the maybe he could win without pulling out a trump card.

As the Dorian and Zexen stood in the sparring circle, Dorian looked over Zexen to try to find weaknesses in his stance. Zexen did the same as he stood still. Sizing up Dorian, Zexen could make out that Dorian had many openings in his rather unorthodox stance. Zexen wasn’t sure if Dorian was trying to bait him into making an easy attack so he could counter by appearing vulnerable so he didn’t risk attacking. Dorian began with a flurry of strikes and slashes with sheer strength supporting the attacks.

Zexen dodged the first few, having realized the sheer strength behind each slash he knew he couldn’t afford to take a direct hit. Zexen capitalized on his agility. One of Dorian’s strikes Zexen blocked with his small shield. The impact of the strong blow forced Zexen backward a few steps. After having taken three quick steps backward, Zexen lunged forward with his shield protecting him for a shield bash. Hopefully he could throw Dorian off balance a bit for a quick strike.



Father Superior and Niven looked on at the sparring match. Father Superior noticed that Zexen wore a ring affixed to a chain around his neck. It was the first time he’d noticed the ring. He knew that ring very well as it once belonged to him. Father Superior wondered how Zexen acquired the ring. There was only one ring like it in the world so it could be none other than his. “Perhaps Valen gave it to Zexen but why?” Father Superior wondered. Father Superior remembered giving the ring to Valen many years ago. It was his personal magic ring. Father Superior gave it to Valen right before Valen was exiled from Anansai. He remembered that moment all too well.


Father Superior wanted to talk to Zexen. There were too many odd factors surrounding the son of Valen Mori Elen. So far Father Superior could see that Zexen was a Wishing Star Faery yet he had no knowledge of what faery his mother was, Zexen was immune to the weakness of iron, and he carried Father Superior’s ring. Perhaps it was Valen that needed to provide the answers.

"Whoever tends to these gardens are masterful at their craft." Arkaelus smiled fondly. "Actually my mother designed it. The same plants are brought in in to replace those that have died, but everything has remained the same since she made it. I'll thank her for you next time I pray." His mother had died several years ago, when an outbreak of smallpox hit the land. It was contained, but it still took her. Fortunately he knew she was with Khali now, in a better place.

"I must admit, I do not do well with small talk...I'm rather out of my element...." The king laughed at her words. "Surely you must have some skill in the matter. How else would you talk to your suitors?" He asked. Arkaelus had a few senators that have offered their daughters' hands in marriage, as well as a couple princesses of free cities across the Northern Sea. Still he wasn't quite interested in any them. His advisers have even suggested taking up marriage with an Ashkaran princess, but the last thing Arkaelus wanted was to have another pompous royal in the palace.





His flurry of blows were working well in the beginning. Although Zexen dodged most of them, the one that was blocked staggered Dorian's opponent. Maybe he could simply pummel him to submission. Then half way through his fifth swing, Zexen bashed Dorian with his shield. Stunned, Dorian dropped is sword and stumbled back a yard.

Regaining his senses he knew that to continue fighting with a sword wasn't going to work. Zexen was simply too fast. Dorian, however, still had few tricks up his sleeve. He called upon the Vir flowing in him and his veins glowed. His skin began to turn to stone. A mid level spell, no need to go any higher. He cast bull strength on himself for the extra power. Then he dashed at Zexen full might and arms wide out. Dorian intended to prevent his opponent from escaping his bull run. All he needed to do was close in and begin a barrage of punches.

A frown flickered across Fiona’s features for a moment as it appeared the room was dispersing with the majority of its members venturing outside to spectate what appeared a duel of sorts between their host nations General and someone she was unfamiliar with. As entertaining as it would quite probably be to watch these two make complete fools of themselves for their amusement Fiona would have preferred to resolve the matters at hand, but alas that would have to wait. Also as she glanced towards where their host had sat in what she could only describe as a withdrawn surly mood, though in part that description may have been slight projection she noticed that one of the Fae, the woman Fiona had made note of earlier no less, had already brightened his mood as she stole him away from the gathering.

While in the Fae Queens absence it appeared that those who had remained in the room had in turn gathered around the last of her party and were now venturing into the early evening air to spectate a dance by the sound of their animated discussion and their invitation to join, which was certainly something different to what everyone else had left to see at least. But given a choice of spectacle a duel seemed more fitting for the event than a dance despite the considerable lack of subtle conflict such a gathering of leaders who usually herald.

Her expression had resumed a soft smirk while she mulled over events before refilling her wine glass and standing, her fingers wrapping around her staff as it ceased its perfect balancing act. The base made a gentle thunk sound in time with the click of her footsteps on the stone floor as she made her way through the throng of the remaining dignitaries, pausing for a moment as she watched Arkaelus depart in the company of the Fae Queen.

Sighing to herself at the missed opportunity to capitalise on their hosts attention, at least for the moment but a single moment often resulted in success or failure in such matters. While her most logical choice given his nations close proximity she also avoided further discussion with Nemu for almost the same reason, at least for now at any rate. The voice of the wasteland bothered the lady of Kythianna more than she let on, though the exact reason for that escaped her. Perhaps postponing a further meeting was ill-advised?

Either way, her steady strides took her out into the open air of the courtyard where the duel was already underway with neither side having gained the upper hand. Circling around the fighting ground she glanced towards the glowing embers of the blacksmiths forge and reached out lightly with her fingers, releasing her glass to float gently to orbit her staff as she felt the warmth in the air brush across her skin. However her eyes were immediately drawn to the growing pressure around the Khaldorian general as he seemed to be building up magic. Clearly this was much more interesting than it had first appeared, though should couldn’t help but frown slightly at the un-sporting nature the fight was now taking, even if his opponent was Fae.

She nodded politely to the other spectators of the duel, her eyes lingering on the Blue Fae for a moment and smiled slightly at the one she’d noticed from earlier staring at her from the crowd.

”I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure. Though I suppose that also applies to your fellows as well as the duellists before us.” She grinned towards the representative of Ashkara and gestured towards the pair of Fae standing behind him as she grasped her glass once more and took a light sip.

Fiona entered the courtyard and joined Father Superior, Skandar, and Niven. Father Superior didn’t expect to see her at the Duel. She nodded politely to the spectators of the duel, her eyes lingering on the Blue Faery for a moment. Father Superior smiled at her in return as she entered. She possessed a very interesting form of Magic, Blue could tell. ”I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure. Though I suppose that also applies to your fellows as well as the duellists before us.” She grinned and gestured towards the group as she grasped her glass once more and took a light sip.

Father Superior bowed politely to her. ”I am Father Superior, the Blue Faery. This is Niven a young wishing start faery in training. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”



”It’s nice to meet ya! You seem quite magical~” Niven commented.

Zexen’s shield bash was a success as he managed to stun Dorian. The Khalidor Grand General dropped his sword. Zexen felt that this was the perfect time to land a critical blow. With about a yard of distance between the two, Zexen dashed forward for a swift strike. However Dorian seemed to recover considerably quickly. Zexen could feel a wealth of magic energy building up in Dorian. This made him hesitate a bit. However Dorian was already charging full speed at Zexen.

Dorian got close enough and a barrage of unusually powered punched began. Zexen took several and felt as if he’d soon lose his footing. Each punch felt like being hit with stone. Zexen raised his shield and a punch struck the shield propelling Zexen backward to the ground a few feet away.



Father Superior and Niven watched as the Battle grew intense. Father Superior was having a difficult time keeping himself from interfering. He felt as if his child was in danger, He wasn’t quite clear why he felt that way. ”This has gone far enough.” He said and stepped forward. However Niven quickly flew in front of him, stopping him from intervening.



”Father Superior you can’t help him, it’s a duel remember? They are supposed to fight it out for themselves.” He them looked back toward Zexen who seemed to be charging his sword with water magic. Niven noticed the sword of magic spell that Zexen was conjuring. ”Zexen, why aren’t you using your magic!! You’ve got loads of it I can feel it!! Use it and you’ll win!! Niven shouted to Zexen, who was knelt down on the ground while he charged the spell.

Zexen turned partially and shouted, ”You don’t understand! I can’t!! He lost his focus and left an opening for Dorian to take advantage of.

"I wanted to broker an alliance....between Khalidor and Anansai." Tenanye said. Arkaelus didn't interrupt. Alliances were really half the purpose for the summit and he felt the majority of representatives knew it. He'd like an alliance between their nations. Anansai had a large untapped market ripe for the picking and their prime location could house naval bases too.

"More over, I wanted to propose a marriage...between myself, and Your Grace....I feel that with this union would be mutually beneficial." Arkaelus' train of thought immediately and blinked for a few seconds. He honestly hadn't expected a proposal to be made. His hand nervously reached out to rub the back of his neck as he thought of how to respond to the out of the blue question.

"An alliance would be a good start." Arkaelus began uncomfortably. "As for the your...proposal, I'd like to keep the idea on hold. We only just met and I hardly know anything about your kingdom or your people and I'm guessing that goes vice versa. I'll think about it though." He told her. "Honestly I hadn't expected a proposal so soon. You didn't even buy me a drink first." Arkaelus joked.





Dorian's attacks were working out wonderfully, his opponent could hardly withstand his blows. However, he was confused. He had expected more of Zexen. After all the prince was said to have an incredible magical capabilities by merchants who've passed through Valen Alus. It was also rumored that Zexen was much older than he was and thus more experienced. Dorian would believe what he could see with his own eyes, still he started to think that a counter might come up.

”Zexen, why aren’t you using your magic!! You’ve got loads of it I can feel it!! Use it and you’ll win!! Niven shouted. Dorian knew he was holding back, must have been for something big. ”You don’t understand! I can’t!! He frowned. Those words were strange. Why couldn't he? Was Dorian not worth it? Angry he spotted an opening when Zexen became distracted and took advantage of it. He dashed forward with a powerful tackle that would knock his opponent out of the ring. Dorian wanted the duel to be over so he could get to the bottom of why Zexen was holding back.

During a moment of distraction, Zexen was tackled out of the sparring circle by Dorian. He hit the ground with a loud thud. Angrily he pounded the ground with his fist. He quickly stood up on his feet and whipped the upper half of his body toward Niven. ”How do you expect me to focus on a match when you are badgering me with questions regarding things that DO NOT concern you?!” he yelled angrily at the young Wishing Star faery. He took a few steps toward Niven in an attempt to scold the faery more. Zexen hated losing and not putting his best foot forward while making a first impression. That match did not showcase the best of his ability and he knew it.





Father Superior intercepted Zexen before he could approach Niven. He could understand why Zexen was angry but Niven was not the heart of the issue. Zexen’s phobia was. “Now that is enough. I will not allow you to exact your frustrations on Niven, or on yourself. He simply verbalized something that those of us who are magically inclined most likely felt and or wondered about.”

Zexen, having realized that he was picking fight with Niven who meant no harm, apologized. ”I apologize Niven I have been unfair to you. My magic has always been a touchy subject for me.” Zexen explained. ”Besides, I would have had it under control. I was powering up a sword of magic spell. If only I hadn’t have been distracted, I could have turned the situation around.” Zexen continued.

Father Superior gave a gentle smile before replying, ”Dear child, you are capable of much more. You are by lineage a wishing star faery. Sword of magic spells are merely the tip of the iceberg for you. I’m surprised Valen has not encouraged your studies in star faery magic.”

“My abilities are out of control. Father tried to teach me but faery magic always results in something going out of control when I am the caster. It can’t be helped.” Zexen said. He hung his head in shame of having to admit such a thing.

Blue quickly replied with a nurturing tone, ”well you will not have control over magic of any kind if you don’t believe in yourself as a spell caster. This is especially true for faery magic. Wishing star faery magic is rooted in faery dust. A star faery is required to believe in his or herself in order for their spells to work most effectively. With your current attitude towards your magic, it’s no wonder your spells have been unreliable. If you were to ever come with me to Anansai, I could train you in the use of your power”

Dorian watched as Zexen as the other fae argued about his lost. Sure Niven had interupted, but it wouldn't have mattered as charging magic into a sword wouldn't have been enough. In order to counter a caster with a spell, that spell needed to be cast quickly less the opponent could react with more magic. By the time Zexen would have been done charging, it would have been too late anyway.

My abilities are out of control. Father tried to teach me but faery magic always results in something going out of control when I am the caster. It can’t be helped.” Zexen said. The brows on Dorian's face furrowed. If the prince was a faery, that would mean that Zexen was most likely very old. Since age meant that experience would eventually follow, Dorian was confused as to why Zexen couldn't cast a spell properly. Maybe he was a special case? Then he heard Blue speak of training in Anansai, to which he had to chime in his two cents.

"Confidence without merit is hollow." He began. "If you can be taught how to cast effectively then self confidence will just be part of the territory. We meisters are confident because we are among the most powerful casters in the world. Anansai focuses on training within the time span of lifetimes, a lazy style that promotes weak and indecisive casters. Our training is short, brutal, and effective. Since your a prince of a neighboring nation, I could offer to train you myself. Immediately. You could learn to master your magic in a matter of months instead of years."

Dorian commented on the situation in a way that made Father Superior cringe. "Confidence without merit is hollow." He began. "If you can be taught how to cast effectively then self confidence will just be part of the territory. We meisters are confident because we are among the most powerful casters in the world. Anansai focuses on training within the time span of lifetimes, a lazy style that promotes weak and indecisive casters. Our training is short, brutal, and effective. Since your a prince of a neighboring nation, I could offer to train you myself. Immediately. You could learn to master your magic in a matter of months instead of years."



Father Superior almost couldn’t believe the arrogant attitude Dorian exhibited. He let out a slightly mocking chuckle. Here was a mere human berating the teaching style of one of the world’s oldest known beings renowned for his wisdom. A Human having little to no knowledge about Fae magic practices, yet alone Wishing Star Faery magic and training methodology, dared to mock one of the world’s oldest authorities on magic. Father Superior replied as he shook his head.



”Dear human child, how presumptuous you are.” he started. ”You know nothing of the magic Wishing Star Faeries wield yet alone how to train that power. I did not say that confidence was the only thing Zexen lacked. However for what he is, self-confidence, as you put it, or belief in his magic ability is imperative for proper spell casting of miracle magic or light magic. Zexen wields a form of magic very similar to my own which, might I add, is a very particular and rare form of magic. I can feel it. If he were to train under you, Dorian, he would no doubt learn to be a better spell caster than he is currently. However he would not tap into the true root of his ability and potential.” he said to Dorian.



Father Superior then turned to Zexen, “Young Fae, I caution you not to use ‘mastery’ as the foundation of your quest to improvement. A true master of a skill is one that never tires of pursuing more knowledge in that craft. Mastery, in the traditional sense of the term, brings one to the top of a summit with only two options, to stay in one place halted or to descend. I consider myself a life-long learner and student in my craft. With that mindset you are without limitation.”



Zexen looked between the two men. Father Superior brought up a valid point. Zexen was a wishing star Faery, technically. However so was his father, Valen, and he had no such luck instructing Zexen. ”My father is a Wishing Star Faery. How is it that he has had no success in training me magically and you believe that you will?” Zexen inquired of Blue.



Father Superior smiled sincerely, ”I know it would be different. I believe Valen could not train you because his magic at its roots is vastly different than your own. Yes you are both Wishing Star Faeries, but what drives the source of your individual powers differs greatly. Also, Valen prefers to use Dark Magic which as I can tell is by definition the polar opposite of your magic origin. From what I hear, Valen Alus is home to many dark magic users so you would definitely have little success training there. Unlike Valen Alus, there are many magical resources available in Anansai. You would gain an understanding of your magic rather quickly there.” He concluded.

Zexen asked somewhat meekly, “So you’re saying that it would be better if I trained with you, right?”



Father Superior placed his hand gently on Zexen’s shoulder. ”This is not a competition between Dorian’s training and my training. There is much for you to learn under Dorian’s instruction. Humans have a rather different relationship with magic than fae do. For you to get an understanding of that magic bond would be to your advantage. Fates allow it, Anansai will be well and waiting, so will I. Remember gaining control over your magic requires patience, will power, and the allowance of time.”



Zexen smiled, ”Thank you Blue. I understand.” Zexen turned to Dorian and replied, “Well Dorian, I think I have made my decision. If you will have me, I would like to train with you in Khalidor.”