The Republic of Khalidor

Moloch studied Aada's expression as she replied. He could tell that she was choosing her words carefully. He could tell that her brother was heavily influenced by his Council either due to them either having enough influence to challenge him or simple trust. Moloch resisted the urge to shake his head. He was always in for a culture shock when it came to the governments of different nations. Drake was an Absolute Monarchy. The Royal Family had the blood of gods and dragons running through their veins and those who plotted against the king never lived long enough to savor their victory. Moloch would know. His first act as king was to exact retribution for his parents' murders and bring fire and blood to Valyria.

"A pity... I would welcome you and your brother into my kingdom with great honor. Perhaps the Circle of Magi will change his mind," Moloch told her with a smile, "Your presence would bring new light into my kingdom."

Meekness was not in his nature.



Kallias listened intently as Akhil described his people, particularly the women. He felt himself grin in excitement. He had traveled as much as Moloch allowed him to and in his travels, he had searched for true love, though he had yet to find such love among his lust-filled adventures. This did not discourage him, however. Kallias was many things, but those who knew him would be the first to admit that he was a true servant of Lila, goddess of love.

"Strangely, we do not have a goddess of fire. Perhaps I will bring back one of her priests," he told his fellow prince with a grin, "I would be honored to attend the festival. You simply must introduce me to your lady, sister. If she is truly the worst offended, I must behold her with my own eyes, though Fate may deem me unworthy of her notice."

Idly, he wondered if his brother would approve. Inwardly, Kallis pushed that thought away. He was in no danger. Besides, adventure in the fiery sands of the south beckoned. It would be just like the stories.

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.

As if slowly awaking from a gentle midsummer night’s dream Amelia felt the warmth that Severyn’s chest provided slowly fade. Severyn gently moved back and gave a sweeping bow to the Amelia. "It was truly an honor, Your Grace," He said, taking her hand and placing a small kiss to her knuckles. Amelia with slightly glassy eyes stood mesmerized by the feelings jumbled inside her heart. It was as if she were reliving a moment fondly rooted in the past, from a time when her husband was alive and well. This warmth she felt had long since only visited her in memory alone since the loss of the King of Vinay Del Zexay yet here she was awake and with a Fae Prince. She was speechless.

After a moment of gazing upon the prince she was able to muster a response. ”Oh… I am humbled by your grace and kindness. The honor was all mine. Please forgive my forwardness. I’m afraid I’d gotten a bit caught up in the moment.” While trying to compose herself she once more realized that she needed to more properly assist Xiao. She was a little embarrassed that she got so caught up. Amelia hoped that Kiran was able to help the Fae princess.



Amelia looked meekly into his eyes and curtseyed. ”I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced. I am Amelia Berlin, Queen of Vinay Del Zexay. It is an honor to meet you, your majesty.”

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.

Severyn couldn't help but smile at the sudden bashfulness that the Queen bore suddenly. ”Oh… I am humbled by your grace and kindness. The honor was all mine. Please forgive my forwardness. I’m afraid I’d gotten a bit caught up in the moment.” She said and Severyn chuckled. He'd never known a mortal to be so forward.

"He loved her and it ruined him....a mortal woman, brought the Summer King to his knees....You will do well to remember that." His father's voice in his mind stiffened his back as the lovely mortal Queen smiled at him. Severyn had a hard time holding her gaze for more than a moment or two, but oddly enough, at the same time, he couldn't stop looking at her either.
He caught sight of Xiao Jingshen, who was grinning madly behind her hand. He could almost hear her thoughts. and gave her a sideways look to which she responded with a titter.

It was at the moment that the Queen caught his gaze and gave a graceful curtsey. ”I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced. I am Amelia Berlin, Queen of Vinay Del Zexay. It is an honor to meet you, your majesty.” She said and Severyn bowed once more. "You honor me, Your Grace, but I am only a prince." He said rising. " I am Prince Severyn Alderson, Son of the Alder King of the Seelie Court of Anansai." He said and found himself smiling at her. She was truly radiant, he hadn't noticed before.

Catching himself, he cleared his throat. "Your Grace, I believe we were in the middle of a lesson." He said and gestured to Xiao Jingshen and Prince Kiran.
Xiao Jingshen giggled. " We can wait." She said a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked from left to right.
He narrowed his eyes. Pesky little pixie but he wasn't upset, he'd been doing the same thing with help of her sister.

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A K H I L
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" "Quite the unlikely couple, don't you think?"Kiran said, his hand still gently clasped around his. She smiled. "Indeed." She said softly.
Severyn marched over to the two of them, he always towered over her, but it seemed that he was taller then Kiran as well.

"Here, Like this, my Lord." He said, and gently guided Kiran's hand around her waist, just above the small of her back. Xiao Jingshen swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. "Now take her hand, and follow the music." He said and Xiao Jingshen felt her heart race, she could have sworn she could hear it over the sound of Severyn's voice. "Prince Kiran, you lead and Xiao Jingshen you follow. If he steps back, you step forward, and vice versa. Understand?" He asked and Xiao Jingshen nodded, nervously. She could feel his eyes on her and she forced herself to look at him and it was at the moment, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She found she could find no flaw in him. From his dark hair, that seemed soft to the touch, the way his dark eyes held a smile all it's own, his lips tempting and gentle all at the same time.

"You may begin, Prince Kiran." Severyn said, breaking her from her thoughts and Xiao Jingshen found herself following as she was instructed, allowing him to guide her across the floor, swaying to the music. Kiran, as promised was a skilled dancer, and it didn't take long for them to find their rhythm. Her fingers, having a mind of it's own, intertwined in his and soon, they needed no real instruction, the music guiding them, Xiao Jingshen relaxed and soon much like the Queen, her eyes closed and she rested her head on Kiran chest- too short to reach his shoulder- the rhythm of his heart beat in time with the music. She found she wanted to be no where else at this moment. Severyn was gone, the Queen, the foreign palace, She and Kiran was all there was.

Arim watched Aada from the corner of his eye. She certainly seemed to be getting along famously with the King of Drake. Putting aside his concerns as her brother, he could certainly see the wisdom, not to mention to the benefit to Cinnabar, to such a match. Drake was a powerful nation, they were lucky Aada was the one who had caught his eye. He didn't need Bastien in his ear to push the point. Of course, he wasn't going to raise the subject until he could be certain of Moloch's nature. Arim wasn't about to see his sister married off to a tyrant, no matter how beneficial it might prove to Cinnabar.

"A pity... I would welcome you and your brother into my kingdom with great honor. Perhaps the Circle of Magi will change his mind," Moloch told her with a smile, "Your presence would bring new light into my kingdom."

Aada could feel her cheeks begin warm. She was used to compliments back home. She was the Crown Princess, the heir assumed. The courtiers were tripping over themselves to pay compliments to her, but they were the hollow words of sycophants, they held no real meaning. It was rare that someone, well, someone like Moloch paid compliments to her. "Perhaps it would," she replied, "Change his mind," she added when she realised what she had said. "A new perspective can't hurt." She took a sip from her wine, searching for her grip on herself. She prayed to whichever deity deigned to listen that her cheeks wouldn't begin to colour. She was used to the game at court. Moloch's words shouldn't be affecting her as much as they did. And yet, she did not dislike this feeling that fluttered in her, too close to ignore but not close enough to name. She turned Moloch's words over in her head and smiled despite herself, "I doubt your kingdom is so dark."

Arim watched the exchange between his sister and Moloch. He watched the way the smile danced onto Aada's face as she and Moloch spoke to one another. They might not always have seen eye to eye, might not always have been close, but he loved his sister. This was, he realised, the most at ease he had seen her be in a long time. Not just in her surroundings, but in herself. Perhaps King Moloch would prove to be a good match for Aada beyond politics.

Arkaelus felt a bit sorry for her when he turned her down. The pressures on royalty marring out political gain were always among the most stressful of their duties, except for governing during wartime, but those wars rarely occurred in the north. Then the young king thought deeper about the proposal. Why would she ask me? He thought to himself. He knew that Anansai was a completely protected kingdom with an abundance of resources within its borders. They didn't need the things humans did, so what reason was there to marry outside of fae bloodlines? He took a breath. Maybe he was just thinking into it too much.

"So why don't we discuss an alliance....?" Tenanye said with a playful cock of her head. "Over that drink I owe you?" Arkaelus smiled at the thought of having a drink. A realdrink. Not the weak frost wine that they've been drinking. Vodka would end the night on a good tone. In fact the Festival of Nysos was going on that night, which was why he had chosen this particular night to hold the summit, despite the risky weather.

"There's a festival for Nysos going on right now. Wonderful and wrong. How about we drink and chat there?" He asked Tenanye as he walked over to one of the trees and picked two fallen branches off the ground. He molded the two branches into crude masks resembling monsters long forgotten to the world outside the tundra. "It's against tradition to show you face in this festival," He explained, putting on his mask. "That way, whatever sin you commit, no one can hold you responsible the day after. How about?" He asked her. The spell actually took a lot for him to perform and he hoped that the fae queen wouldn't notice. Arkaelus was never big on magic and he often felt inadequate compared to Dorian or some of the leaders at the summit.

"There's a festival for Nysos going on right now. Wonderful and wrong. How about we drink and chat there?" Tenanye smiled and nodded. he then moved to another tree and grabbed a two of the fallen branches. Magic flow from him then, as she watched him curl the branches into masks. . "It's against tradition to show you face in this festival," He told her as he hid his face behind the mask. Tenanye, ever the Fae, loved this. " A Mascaraed...." She breathed. She couldn't believe the luck. Anansai has festivals for just about everything, They reveled nearly every night of the year but a mortal one. She never thought she'd be so lucky to see one. "That way, whatever sin you commit, no one can hold you responsible the day after. How about?" He said and she grinned dangerously as she took the mask and held it to her face. He seemed a little weaker for the moment, magic wasn't easy, especially earth magic, but to his credit, he hid it well.

"Do you plan on sinning this night, Your Grace?" She asked, her voice beautifully dark as she secured the mask to her face. She slipped her hand around his. "I wouldn't mind a little sin myself." She said and smiled.

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."

"Do you plan on sinning this night, Your Grace?" Arkaelus grinned. "I would hope so, the funds the state puts into this festival could fund a small army for a year. Fountains of wine a tons upon tons of food line the city streets. Meisters using spells to amplify the sound level of the music played. And at the end of the festival, at the stroke of midnight, thousands of fireworks are launched over the harbor. I'd imagine I could find something to do." He told her.

"I wouldn't mind a little sin myself." She said and smiled. He blushed remembering what he did in the last festival. "As long as you don't do what I did last year. I woke up with only a blanket on and covered in vodka and powder and atop of the roof of a cathedral. Nearly froze to death." Arkaelus said, chuckling as he remembered how he got in that situation. "The last thing I remember before that was me. Dorian, and a veteran strelet who served under my brother were enjoying ourselves at the old town square. Then they urged me to try something the natives of the colonies called Brown-brown. Then the rest is a blur." He paused and then smiled.

"As long as you don't do what I did last year. I woke up with only a blanket on and covered in vodka and powder and atop of the roof of a cathedral. Nearly froze to death." He said and she cocked her head. It was clear he knew not how to flirt nor knew what it looked like when it happened. She would have to be a little less subtle it seems. This was going to be harder then she thought. and the more she thought about it, she less she wanted to do it. She had to remember it would be the for good of her people. She had to marry the right person, and this person would need the connections Arkaelus had and would attain in the near future.

"The last thing I remember before that was me. Dorian, and a veteran strelet who served under my brother were enjoying ourselves at the old town square. Then they urged me to try something the natives of the colonies called Brown-brown. Then the rest is a blur." He said and she smiled.

"Then you would not do well with the wine in Anansai, it's made from a special nectar from the Dryad trees, I've heard tale that it causes hallucinations, once drank, you would envision your greatest wishes and desires." She said, dreamily. "I've never had the pleasure of partaking but there are other wine that I have tasted, some have some interesting effects." She said with a chuckle, recalling how as a young fae, she'd nearly taken Severyn to bed due to the wine effects on her, he was good enough to taken an Anansi spider and pierce her with a fang to null the drinks effects. She knew nothing in the mortal realm would not compare to any Fae wine.

"No matter what drink we partake in. I am your company for the evening, I'll be sure you'll remember every moment." She said with a sensual smile.

He would have to revise his opinion of Arim, Moloch noted. He was much more subtle about his suggestion of marriage than he thought he would be. It was no matter. He was not one to rush into marriage without knowing his future wife first, no matter how lovely she or the political alliance may appear to him. As he led her onto the dance floor, he smiled at her.

"There are no pre-planned movements for this song. It is old. Primal. Let your body respond to the music," he advised her as he allowed his body to relax. As if to emphasize his point, he spun her around and quickly stepped behind her to catch her.

"Creativity is the key," he told her with a grin. He wondered how she would respond with no courtly etiquette to constrain her or fall back on as the case might be. Who was Princess Aada?

Severyn bowed once more to Amelia. "You honor me, Your Grace, but I am only a prince." He said rising. "I am Prince Severyn Alderson, Son of the Alder King of the Seelie Court of Anansai." He said smiling at her. Amelia’s pale cheeks blushed softly as if they were faintly feather powdered with rouge.



”Tis a great pleasure Prince Severyn.” Amelia replied with an increasingly bright smile. She really felt like how the 16 year old girls would look at court when attending a ball for the first time as honorable ladies. They would usually look as if their hearts were all a flutter as they were introduced to young gentlemen upon the first dance. Amelia remembered that she wasn’t a noble when she was 16. She was simply a court magician back then.

Severyn cleared his throat. "Your Grace, I believe we were in the middle of a lesson." He said and gestured to Xiao Jingshen and Prince Kiran. This somewhat snapped Amelia out of her brief daydream. Xiao Jingshen giggled. "We can wait." She said a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked from left to right. Severyn narrowed his eyes.



Amelia giggled at the fae prince’s reaction to Xiao’s gestures. She placed her hand gently on his arm casually. It was her way of trying keep him from looking so cross with Xiao. Although, Amelia was pretty sure that this was common of Severyn. She found it cute to see him look so fussy. After her giggling subsided Amelia composed herself once more.



”You’re quite right, we were. Please won’t you do the honors of instructing?” Amelia said coyly. She watched as Severyn instructed and guided Xiao and Kiran. He looked like a father guiding young children. It was a gentle sight. She vowed within herself to remember this image of Severyn. It reminded her of her late husband, when he and her first danced together. It was the same sort of gentleness both men displayed. She missed that very much.



Valen approached Amelia and he could see she was deep in thought. He wasn’t present throughout most of the dance lesson. He spoke to the group ”My apologies for interrupting your fun. However I promise I bring new of more festivities. I was informed that there will be a masquerade festival this evening. We are formally invited to attend. I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunity to dance more there.”

"There are no pre-planned movements for this song. It is old. Primal. Let your body respond to the music," Moloch told her. He spun her around. Aada turned, following her head, following his lead. Moloch caught her. Aada felt him behind her, something solid and good. Still, she'd prefer that there were rules in place.

"Creativity is the key," he told her. She could feel him smiling. He was testing her. She turned away, just beyond the reach of his fingers. The drumbeat rolled through her, filling her with some alien feeling. She'd never had the opportunity to just move with music. Every dance in Cinnabar had measured steps, a set protocol. You curtsy, you step, you turn, maybe you're in hold. No creativity needed. But this, this was so far removed from anything she was used to.

Aada found she wanted to be close to Moloch. The music demanded an intimacy between its dancers. She stepped closer to Moloch, her hand caressing his face, moving down to his shoulder. As she moved with Moloch, Aada found her confidence growing.

The pipes began, demanding a new rhythm from the dancers. Aada turned in Moloch's arms, weaving across the dance floor, a smile never far from her face. She forgot about anyone else in the room. She had always adored dancing, but this was different. Her feet glided across the floor. Dancing with Moloch felt so easy, each able to follow the other's moves with merest suggestion. Her gaze would leave Moloch for the briefest second before her eyes locked with his once again. The music became more intense. Hands passed across bodies, never lingering for long.

The music stopped as Aada finished a spin. She found herself standing face to face with Moloch. She felt breathless. The rest of the room came back into view. It was no longer to herself and Moloch. "You dance well Your Majesty."

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.”

Dorian grew annoyed at Blue, especially when he was reffered to as a child. An insult that he would need to repay in the future. Still he listened to the old fool ramble on about the philosophy of magic. They could agree on one thing though. Humans and fae were different went it came to using magic. In most cases, men used magic mostly for war, while for fae it seemed like a more natural part of life. In Khalidor magic was only a means of war with the only exception being healing.

Well Dorian, I think I have made my decision. If you will have me, I would like to train with you in Khalidor.” Dorian nodded in agreement and then waved over the servant who had been serving Skander drinks. "Fetch us a carriage, some ink, and a fire totem. Be snappy with it." He told the servant.

"The training will start immediately. We're going to a festival and on the way there I want to review what you know. Also, seeing as you're a basically a beginner, you will be getting a tattoo to hold certain magics. I don't care what it is." He told Zexen. Dorian hadn't been a teacher past training soldiers, but he could still teach the way that his master taught him.

Fiona smiled warmly in greeting to the Blue Fae, though she was a little irked that her words seemed to have failed to penetrate the bubble of solitude that surrounded the man to whom she’d directed her introduction. She nodded towards the younger Fae however he seemed rather out of balance and slightly cheerier than she liked in others, but that was to be expected with most Fae from what she was led to understand.

”I’ve heard of you, from old tales in the archives of Kythianna. Very interesting stories regardless of whether they ring true or not.” She replied in greeting before addressing his younger companion. ”You’ve got talent young one; I hope that your Father Superior has been encouraging you to develop it.”

Though sadly before either could respond to her words Father Superior’s attention snapped back to the duel before them and Fiona could feel him itching to intervene as ripples of energy surrounded him. She tensed a little as her eyes darted from the two Fae beside her to their companion in the ring being beaten back by the general, though before it could escalate more from his interference the younger of their number made to stop his movement. Niven then turned to cheer on his companion, shouting what he believed to be encouragement yet seemed only to agitate the combatant as he failed to echo the suggestion and cried out in protest.

Fiona could certainly sense a great deal of magical potential in both of the fighters though the Fae certainly contained a greater depth to his powers than the Khaldorian yet his lack of magical use in the dual was strange, especially when his opponent is channelling his own magic into combat with devastating effectiveness. It seemed to her that Zexen was gifted but his potential untapped and lacking control or guidance, which could become an issue if left untamed. She mused over why the Blue Fae would allow for one of his kin to languish without proper discipline, especially given the nature of their magic and their kind it puzzled her as to how Zexen was lacking in his studies. The discussion between the two Fae intrigued her as she listened about his powers becoming uncontrollable as he tried to tap into the same magic that Father Superior controlled with such ease, which suggested both uncertainty as well as a great source of magic.

As the mulled over the possible causes for the Fae’s magical impotence the meister, for she could think of no better word to describe him given his recent display of magic save perhaps a higher title, stepped forward and all but demanded the right to train Zexen. His tone caused Fiona to chuckle to herself as she refilled her glass with a much darker liquid having grown tiresome of the local wine from the summit and its lack of flavour. She had to admit it couldn’t hurt to train the youngling, even if his probably out stripped her own life by many years he still seemed far younger yet not as that of Niven. She’d probably have stepped forward to add her own voice to the debate had it not been for the soft voice beside her that finally decided to acknowledge that the world around him existed.

"Skandar." He answered simply. "Prince of Ashkara."

She turned and narrowed her eyes slightly towards the man before trying again with her failed greeting from earlier.
”You can call me Fiona. I represent my people since someone must. You clearly didn’t find much enjoyment with neither the dual nor the company of its spectators did you? Going from your silence thus far at any rate.”
She turned away slight as her focus returned to the combatants to see that Dorian was now to train the Fae to better control his abilities, a decision which surprised her given the highborn nature of the Father Superior.

”I wonder why he acquiesced so easily to the idea of his kin being trained by a mere mortal.” She muttered to herself, her arms curling round her staff almost lovingly. Giving the impression that her words had been more directed towards it than it had to the second prince of Ashkara.

”Also,” She looked over her shoulder and gave the man a warm and genuine smile ”If the entertainment is lacking why don’t you partake and improve it for us all? I'm sure an actual magical dual would be instructive at the very least.”

"Then you would not do well with the wine in Anansai, it's made from a special nectar from the Dryad trees, I've heard tale that it causes hallucinations, once drank, you would envision your greatest wishes and desires." Arkaelus smiled weakly. He knew that she was trying to play off of his awkward story, but he started to feel nervous. Khalidoran women were very headstrong and blunt, not at all as gentle as their counterparts in south. He wondered if all Anansi women were like Tenanye.

"No matter what drink we partake in. I am your company for the evening, I'll be sure you'll remember every moment." This time he knew not to get to crazy, especially since he was showing Tenanye around. Being that the palace was in the center of the city, they got closer to the festival rather quickly. The smell of grilled meats and tobacco began to fill the air. He smiled as he put on his mask and gestured Tenanye to do the same.

"We didn't really eat much while we were at the summit." Arkaelus began. "So we might as well eat here. There's a lot of game brought to the festival from all over the provinces. Have you ever tried bison?"

Moloch grinned and his glass, "But for so many nobles and courtiers, adaptation is limited to silken words and shadowy intrigues. It is a limitation that leaves them unprepared for a situation outside their comfort zone. I would know. I frequently make use of surprises."

Aada took another sip from her goblet. She raised an eyebrow at him, "Is that so? I suppose you will be keeping me on my toes then."

"Would you like to step outside? It is a clear night and I've always found the stars to be inspiring."

Aada hesitated a moment. Past propriety had always held her back from private interactions with men. It seemed that no matter how innocent the intentions, there was always some whisper circling the court that torrid affairs were burning behind closed doors. Aada had seen more than one reputation ruined by such whispers. But would it be so bad if those whispers circulated around herself and Moloch? Had they been in Cinnabar, in full view of the court, perhaps they would be. But here? Here, she and Arim were secluded from the court. So long as they didn't completely embarrass themselves, they would be safe enough from malicious rumours.

And, a small, powerful voice reminded her at the back of her head, she wanted this. She could deal with any consequences later. She smiled, "Yes, that would be nice."

She followed Moloch out to the gardens surrounding the Capitol. The air was cool and Aada could hear the water lapping just beyond the walls. Everything was calm and still. Light spilled out from the windows, casting a soft glow on the paths beneath them. The silvery light of the moon complimented the glow, casting just enough light to see by. The stars shone. Moloch had been right, the sky was clear. Aada tilted her head back, taking in the sky. No matter how many times she saw the night sky, it always filled her with awe. "It's beautiful." she said, her voice low, reluctant to disturb the hush that filled the garden.



Arim watched from the corner of his eye as Aada and Moloch left the hall. He sat back, letting his eyes grow heavy. He feigned a yawn, "Forgive me gentleman, I fear I will have to turn in for the night. Long journeys always have a habit of tiring me. A pleasure," he rose from his seat and bowed his head to those who remained at the table before taking his leave.

A servant led Arim to his quarters. "My men should be around, find them and tell them I've sent for them." He said, his tone short and clipped. When they had left, Arim closed the door behind him and headed to the desk. After a few moments searching, Arim found some parchment, ink and a quill. He settled down at the desk and his quill flew across the page.

Bastien,
The journey to Khalidor passed smoothly and our visit is progressing well. However, Master Sphex sent a representative to the summit, something that seemed to trouble most of those in attendance. Aada's magic is more powerful, or maybe simply more sensitive, than we had first thought. Lady Nemu's darkness affected her greatly although Aada refused to succumb. If you could have our scholars scour our archives for whatever we may have on Master Sphex, I would greatly appreciate it, but be subtle. There is no need for mere rumours to trouble the people, but we must be prepared for any eventuality. Only use our most trustworthy.
King Moloch of Drake seems to have taken a shining to Aada. Rarely have I seen Aada enjoy someone's company quite as much as she has King Moloch's. I fear I may have to say goodbye to my sister soon, though the alliance that would come from such a match is a considerable consolation.
The Fae of Anansai are present. Not that this is a cause for concern, but it does seem odd that the Fae would be present at such a summit given their previous years of isolation. Have your people heard anything with regards to Anansai?
Nothing beyond Lady Nemu's presence has given any cause for concern. It seems the winds are changing, my friend. It cannot hurt to be prepared.
Regards
Arim

He heard a knock at his door. Sealing the parchment, Arim strode across his room. He opened the door and saw two of his men standing there. "I trust one of you is a fast rider?"

The smaller, and younger, of the two men nodded. "I am, Your Majesty."

"Good," he handed the boy the letter, "Ride to Seleny and hand this letter directly to Arl Paruch and only to him, do you understand?"

The boy looked down at the letter and nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Good. You may leave," he said to the boy. "I take it it had been decided that you will take first watch?" He asked the remaining man. The man nodded, "Very well. Let us hope for a peaceful night."

Tenanye slide on her mask as Arkaelus asked. The smell of grilled meats, wafting in the air, as they reached the palace. Tobacco smoke billowing from pipes, as they past. Thanks to the mask, while it did not hide her beauty, still visible was the graceful curve of her chin and her soft pink lips, no one knew her to be the fabled Faerie Queen. She liked the mystery and most faeries enjoyed a good masquerade.

"We didn't really eat much while we were at the summit." Arkaelus said and Tenanye merely nodded. With that creature there, she hardly had the appetite, beside human food was a little bland but she wouldn't be rude. "So we might as well eat here. There's a lot of game brought to the festival from all over the provinces. Have you ever tried bison?"

"Bison?" She mused. She scanned her thoughts for the term. The image of a large beast appeared in her mind and she smiled. "Oh you mean Buffalo, No, I don't think I had the pleasure." She said. "I must admit, most of the animals we have in Anansai, aren't ones we eat. We have buffalo but we don't eat them." She said with a slight shrug.

Severyn watched as Xiao Jingshen danced with the Ashkarai prince., seemingly lost in the dance. It was sweet to see her. She was such his own sister as she was the Empress'. He had no siblings of his own, his father much too proud to bed share his throne with a woman, not unless she was the former Empress or the current one. It had been disturbing watching his father speak about how he would take the young Princess for a wife, the same princess that Severyn himself pinned for. If was unsettling to was his father flirt, with her, hoping to get her to swoon, but Tenanye had always been such a strong woman, she didn't even bat an eye.

It was just as he began to wonder about her, did a voice appear from behind. Severyn's hand went instinctively to the hilt of his sword at his hip, not for fear, but for recognition. Xiao Jingshen broke from the dance, standing straight with wide eyes.
”My apologies for interrupting your fun. However I promise I bring new of more festivities. I was informed that there will be a masquerade festival this evening. We are formally invited to attend. I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunity to dance more there.”

Severyn narrowed his eyes, stepping in front of Amelia, protectively, Xiao Jingshen already safely behind him. It wasn't that he thought Valen would attack, but he wanted him to know how much he distrusted the self proclaimed Dark Fae.

"You address a Queen, a princess and two Princes, you bow before speaking." Severyn said, though his voice did not rise, his tone was not a pleasant one. He turned to the aforementioned group. "Your Grace, Princess, Prince, let us go." he said, and ushered them toward the festivities, he could hear the music and smell the food, it wouldn't be hard to find.

Amelia saw Valen and smiled. He was a friendly acquaintance in her eyes. However she noticed Severyn's hand went instinctively to the hilt of his sword at his hip. Xiao Jingshen broke from the dance, standing straight with wide eyes. Amelia wasn’t quite sure why Severyn and Xiao reacted in this way to Valen. Her eyes curiously honed in on the two fae.

”My apologies for interrupting your fun. However I promise I bring news of more festivities. I was informed that there will be a masquerade festival this evening. We are formally invited to attend. I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunity to dance more there.” Valen said to the group lightheartedly.

Severyn narrowed his eyes, stepping in front of Amelia, protectively, Xiao Jingshen already safely behind him. "You address a Queen, a princess and two Princes, you bow before speaking." Severyn said, though his voice did not rise, his tone was not a pleasant one. He turned to the aforementioned group. "Your Grace, Princess, Prince, let us go." Severyn said, and he began to usher them toward the festivities.

Before they could leave Amelia turned toward Valen, ”Lord Valen won’t you join us?” She said, a hint of concern in her voice. Severyn kept Amelia and Xiao moving.


Valen managed a smile and replied. ”Your Grace, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. However I must find my son first. Please enjoy.” His smile faded as the group advanced further out of view.



The music and smell the food from the masquerade filled the atmosphere. Amelia took it all in and it was delightful. Everyone wore masks and the smell of wine, rum and other whiskey danced vividly through the air. It was almost instantly intoxicating. Amelia shook her worries regarding Severyn’s disposition toward Valen and looked about every which direction. There seemed to be something exciting happening at every angle.



Amelia saw a vender selling masks of all kinds and the sight gave her a sudden jolt of excitement. Before she knew it she was like a teenager on a first date. She sprinted a couple of steps forward and spun around while giggling. ”Masks! Oh how delightful they look. Prince Severyn, Princess Xiao, Prince Kiran, we must peruse this vendor’s wares!” She gently grabbed hold of Severyn’s hand and led him forward.




Valen wasn’t surprised at Severyn’s aversion to him. He knew that he was an outcast in Anansai. He never held much respect for the leadership of Anansai since the Summer King and the Winter Queen. As he walked toward the courtyard he thought back on a conversation he had with the Blue Faery many centuries ago before he was banished from Anansai, before the two lovers were at odds with one another.


Blue and Valen sat high up in the night’s sky, located in the cloud lands of Anansai. The clouds were a dark shade of Blue and the stars were bright and illuminated the nights sky. Anansai was beautiful in its landscape and its lights could be adored from above. The Blue Faery and Valen sat admiring the view of the land below.



”How beautiful Anansai is. Empress Tae Young has seen to it that Anansai thrives after a difficult war.” Blue said in a jolly manner as he admired the view from the clouds.

Valen smiled calmly. He kissed Blue on the cheek gently and placed an arm around his waist, pulling him close. ”Just imagine how much more Anansai would thrive with you as its benevolent and kind leader. The Blue Star should be down there guiding Anansai as a king, not assisting mortals and fae from the clouds as an Archbishop.” Valen whispered smoothly into Blue’s ear.



Blue looked Valen in the eyes as he somewhat pulled away from him. ”Why would you say something like that? Don’t speak that way. Empress Tea Young is far more of a leader than I. You’d do well to appreciate her and all she’s done to keep Anansai from caving in upon itself.” Blue replied.



Valen’s voice became firm as rebutted, ”I am not so easily impressed by the spider fae and her kin. How much wiser or fairer are they than you?! You are the fae I fell in love with. You are the fae that even mortals call upon in times of need. Not the spiders. Anansi performed but one miracle, closing the rift. You perform miracles on a daily basis for a dying world. You should be King, Emperor.” Valen protested.

Blue was mortified by the words passing his lover’s lips. Blue quickly interrupted Valen before he could continue his blasphemy. ”I WILL HEAR NOT ANOTHER SYLLABLE OF THIS!!” He shouted, forcing Valen into a shocked silence. ”I, as well as all of Anansai, am in Anansi and her kin’s debt! They fought for this land’s peace! I was selfish, I cared to protect the wishing star faeries, leaving Anansai to whatever fate befell it! I made NOT a noble decision during that time! You thank your wings that the Spider Fae is not here to witness your foolishness else they’d tear you apart.” Blue was very angry with Valen’s perspective.

Valen would not give up easily. ”If you refuse to believe in your potential like I believe in you. I will ask other Star Faeries what they think. I’m sure they will feel the same as I!”

”NOT A CHANCE!” Blue replied. ”The Star Faery Coven will hear no more utterances of this again! Do I make myself clear? Anyone under my leadership WILL show respect to the Empress.”

”BLUE!?” Valen replied as he was hurt that Blue had pulled the rank card on him. Yes Blue was Valen’s leader but he was also his lover and to Valen’s understanding that placed him above the other Star Faeries.

”That’s Father Superior to you at present.” Blue replied firmly. He did not like having to be this way but Valen gave him no choice.

Valen glared as he tried to hold together the remnants of his pride. ”Yes… Father Superior.” he replied begrudgingly.



Valen remembered that day well. It was one of those things one would never forget. Valen’s disapproval of Anansai’s leadership extended long before his exile from the realm. However he was willing to put on with Tenanye and Severyn for as long as it took if it meant winning Blue back. Even if the Empress and Prince despised Valen. Valen had reached the courtyard where Zexen stood among Father Superior, Dorian, Fiona, Skandar, and a young wishing star faery that Valen had not seen earlier. He shook off his earlier thoughts and joined the group.

”My son, how was your duel with the noble Grand General?” He asked with a smile. He placed a hand on Zexen’s shoulder. Zexen informed him of the outcome, ready to hear dissapointmet from his father in response. However Valen was easy going about it. He was glad his son gained a valuable experience and most importantly he was well. ”My child winning is a luxury we cannot always afford. However one can find far more value in a loss than a win sometimes. We should go to the masquerade. It will lift your spirits.” Valen tried not let his earlier thoughts regarding Father Superior and himself effect his present disposition. Zexen still hadn’t told his father of his plans to train in Khalidor under Dorian.

"C'mon, Dae we are going to be late."

Dae Missan sighed, looking at the mask in her hand. Everyone in Khalidor loved this holiday, whatever it was. It was a day that the rich and the poor could mingle and never know it. She could see the appeal....if she bothered with the aristocrats. "I'm Coming." She called back, though she didn't move. She needed to go, she needed to dance, and read the cards, play her violin, just so she could make money.

"Dae." Her silver haired best friend, popped into her room, she was a tiny little girl of 19, bright green eyes, and long silver hair.
Dae turned to her, still seated in the small room that belonged to her. "Sorry, I'm coming,Eva, I am...." She said, looking down at the mask. "What is it?" Eva asked coming over to sit with her. Dae looked at her. Eva was much like her, coming from no where, no family to speak of, but she lacked the secret that Dae had to keep. "It's....them, Every year, I think it'll get better, easier, but it doesn't." She said and Eva sighed. "You aren't in Naath anymore, Dae, you're in Khalidor now, and sure, King Arkaelus wants nothing to do with us, General Dorian looks out for us."

Dae looked at her, her brows lowered. "We are piled on top of each other, crammed into boxes, you call that looking out for us? "She said, pessimistically. Eva sighed. "Fine, You don't trust him either, but none of that matters right now, with this mask, you'll be equal."

"They won't know."

"That's the best part." She said, slipping on her own mask, a red and black feathered mask with silver paint, and two long horns of a dragon. Dae smiled at her. She tried to adopted her optimize but it was no use. " you know ,I thought only men could brood...you proved me wrong." She said before slipping out of the room. Dae frowned in her direction. " I don't brood." She called after her. "Yes you do! Get dressed."

Dae sighed. "I do not." She said and dressed. By the time she finished, she was dressed in a deep blue skirt, that twirled when she spun, it rested on her hips, and blue leather crossed top, that showed off her firm midriff, her mask was a matching blue.

She was sick of dancing for royals and aristocrats but such was her life. She tied on her mask and took a breath before making her way toward the masquerade.