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Kanan Thiyer

"I'll do whatever it takes."

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a character in “Elements”, originally authored by Siryn, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Ruled by the Wind Princess who is protected by her gallant yet ever-changing knights much like the passing breeze. Who could ever wonder that beneath such a gentle exterior, a looming tempest was about to be unleashed?

Description

Name: Kanan Thiyer

Age: 20

Description: Image

Scent: After Kanan uses his magic, it leaves a strong smell of Chamomile as it's lingering residue.

Power: Air manipulation and control

Protector, King, or Other Race: Protector of the Air King

Personality: Kanan isn't really cold, but he's not very friendly either. Or rather, he doesn't know how to be friendly. On top of that he is fairly quiet for the most part. Kanan struggles with his emotions, having been taught to always keep them under wraps, but sometimes they happen upon him in different situations and he doesn't know how to deal with them. He doesn't get angry very quickly, but it can happen and it can be very deadly. Though he doesn't show it, he worries constantly about his King and the other protectors, hoping that they are alright and that he hasn't done something to upset them in the slightest. Kanan works hard, almost too hard. He pushes himself to the limits as a protector and takes his job very seriously. He is honor bound to the letter, even in the way he presents himself in front of others.

History/Bio: Kanan is a new protector, just having joined the ranks of the Air King. His past is very dark, filled with lots of hatred, loss and war. He was a child of war, taken in by a gorilla group and raised as a child fighter. Kanan had taken on many dangerous and life threatening missions during the war between the Kingdoms fifteen years ago. The war lasted for seven years, and all seven of those years, Kanan had seen struggle, death, hatred and known nothing else. When the war ended, he was lost. A child without a home, without anything. The aftermath of the war was devastating and during that time, he hadn't really comprehended what had happened exactly.

Even to this day he still doesn't quite understand why the war started in the first place, who won and why. He was taken in by an elder couple who had survived the war and were on the winning side. He lived there for several years until he was fifteen and then moved on. For five years after that he was a traveling sell-sword, doing work for anyone who would hire him. It wasn't until he'd run into an old protector of the Air King that he was recruited into the ranks, and now he serves his first Air King, the current one.

During the war, Kanan had a run in with a very powerful mage. He doesn't remember what happened exactly, but his left eye had something happen to it. He wears a patch over the eye because he's afraid of what might happen should he remove it, only knowing that there is some kind of power held there as an after effect of the mages' magic.

Other: It's a fact that Kanan hides as best he can, but he likes cute things....

So begins...

Kanan Thiyer's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Celeste Macavelia Character Portrait: Aarynn Fletcher Character Portrait: Eugene Van Goff Character Portrait: Marsaili Character Portrait: Siya Ukomo Character Portrait: Hebi Irikisha
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Siya Ukomo

The door burst open and a red haired youth came stumbling in, his chest heaving as if he'd run miles to get to the council room. Siya recognized him as Aarynn, or Flynn as the young man liked to be called. The Fire King leaned forward and hid his smile by putting his hands up over his mouth in an interlocked fist. His burnt orange eyes shifted casually to Kaed who turned his deep red gaze toward Flynn in the most intimidating manner he could possibly possess.

"Ya know, where I come from, if you're late more than three times, ya get run through with a spear," Marsaili commented, her sweet voice belying her deadly intentions. She looked up then at them as silence filled the room. Siya had turned his gaze at her and frowned lightly. How he wished he could change her way of thinking sometimes.

"What? That's not the case round here? Weird..."

Siya sighed heavily and leaned his head down as he closed his eyes, "No Marsaili, that's not how we do things. It's alright, Flynn. We can fill you in on the events," he commented and shortly after Marsaili did just that, though her explanation was much less informative and dire than the messengers.

Once the little girl had left the room, Kaed turned to Siya and glowered, "Why do you keep her?"

"Kaed," Siya started softly and lifted his eyes towards the taller Protector, "She's a powerful protector, just like you two. Can't you just bear with her like always?"

Kaed's face softened as he gazed at the young King. Siya knew he'd gotten to him, he had a way of softening the strong protector, though he wasn't sure exactly how that was. Well, at least he'd saved Marsaili from Kaed's wrath... or maybe it was the other way around. Siya wasn't sure. In any case, Kaed turned to Flynn and frowned at him.

"Next time, pay attention to the messenger I send to you. You should hurry up and get ready, we're leaving to see King Telius within the next hour or so."

A pounding on the double doors filled the air and Siya looked up. His thin eyebrow rose and he glanced to Kaed before calling, "Enter."

The door opened and another messenger slipped in. He held a piece of paper in his hands and presented it to Siya, "We just received this not but twenty minutes ago."

The Fire King opened the envelope that bore the water seal of the Water King (or rather Queen as she preferred to be called). The note was short and to the point, just like Celeste.

Shrine of Aridea, this evening, sharp.

"As demanding as ever," Siya commented and folded the paper. He stood up and crossed the room towards the doors, "Change of plans. We're leaving for the Shrine of Aridea. By the time we get there it'll be evening and we wouldn't want to make Celeste wait for us."

"I'll go inform our little menace," Kaed said as he gently brushed passed Siya. The King felt a hitch in his throat as Kaed passed him, just barely touching him. Siya cleared his throat and moved down the hall on his own. He was heading for the front of the castle. From there he would go to the stables where he would prepare his horse.

"I'll meet you in the stables, Flynn," he told the other Protector, "Go get ready, and try to be quick," Siya said glancing over his shoulder and smiling brightly as the man. Siya pushed open the doors to his castle and strode down the cobblestone walkway to the stables near the entrance of the palace walls. Beyond that was his city where he reigned and watched over the citizens. He entered the stables and started working to get all of the gear ready for the long several hour ride they were about to embark on.

He was saddling the horse when a loud sound overhead caught his attention. Looking up, the young Fire King could hardly believe what he saw next. A gust of wind blew his hair and clothes about, and a solid body fell down towards him. He caught sight of the body quickly — it was a woman, no less — and he raised his arms in half an effort to catch her, the other half an effort to protect himself. The girl crashed into him, even through the roof she'd just blown through. Siya tumbled under her, falling onto his back with her right on top of him.

As soon as everything settled, he groaned and peeked one eye open to look at what the sky had thrown at him. Brushing off hay from the girl's face, he gazed at her carefully. Slowly, Siya sat up and pulled her close into his arms. She was unconscious, and her head was bleeding, no doubt from crashing into the stables' roof. She was bruised and cut in quite a few places, too. Just what happened to her? And are those... wings, wrapped around her?

Some more clattering got Siya's attention a second time, and a sword dropped inches away from his side. The girl's? Lucky enough, his horse hadn't done much more than rear and canter off to the side. At the moment the black steed eyed his rider carefully, almost... accusingly... as Siya sat there, with an injured, unconscious girl in his arms.

Carefully, Siya pulled the girl to his chest and stood up, dust and dirt falling off of him as he did so. With a sigh, he latched the girl's sword to his side and started back to the castle. He was going to have to take care of her before doing anything else. Hopefully it would be quick so that they could leave and meet with Celeste.

Kanan Thiyer

He was kneeling in the garden area of the palace, his eyes keenly examining the white buds of the flowers that were growing there. Kanan wasn't sure why but the smells of the flowers had a... calming effect on him. He often went to the garden to look at the flowers when he was irritated or otherwise 'out of place'. He wasn't quite sure how to act around the others and so found himself wandering the flower beds instead.

He reached out a heavily gloved hand and gently touched the flower bud, making it curl backwards under the slight pressure. Startled, he pulled back and watched the flower bounce back to it's original position. Kanan stood, a frown on his lips. He was used to seeing things break far too much than seeing things bend and still survive. In his left hand he held his sword and scabbard. The belt twisted around his hand as he gripped the weapon. Kanan hadn't thought to put the weapon on completely, but he never left it behind either.

He wore a simple white shirt that was opened in the front and baring much of his pale skin to the warm sunlight. The metal of the chains around his arms glinted in the light. Long black pants tucked into heavy boots made soft sounds as he moved slowly through the garden. The dangling chains and necklaces that he wore wrapped around his wrists and waist jingled around as well. Kanan wasn't one for stealth, so the noise didn't bother him in the least.

"Kanan!"

The call came from across the garden and the young Protector turned on his heel to see who it was. He looked with his right eye as the left was covered in a leather eye patch with a metal piece over the eye. His white hair fell over into his face as the wind picked up. The long strands of soft hair flipped about his features for a while before settling down. The man who'd called out to him rushed up to him and took a moment to catch his breath.

"Lady Celeste has called. She wishes for the protectors to get ready to leave."

"Where?"

"The Shrine of Aridea. That's all I know. You should go meet with her. She is in her room."

Kanan nodded slowly and backed away from the messenger. The air Protector moved towards the palace building that was built at the top of the hill. The large windows were mostly opened to let the breeze wash through the palace. It was a beautiful place to say the least, but Kanan was unsure as to how to act in such a place, especially when he was around the Air King. He was either overly protective, or too stiff, or too quiet... there was always something. He wasn't about to make Lady Celesete wait any longer for him though, even if his nerves were tied up once again.

So he quickly made his way through the halls and found himself at her door. Reaching up, he took a deep breath, and knocked gently, trying to keep his strength under wraps. Even so, the sound reverberated through the hall and the room beyond. He frowned at this and let his hand fall to his side.

Hebi Irikisha

“Why don’t we test that theory then? Hebi,” The sharp click of his tongue was the only warning that Hebi had before Eugene snapped at him. Even so, the intimidating presence of the man did nothing to make Hebi back down. No, instead it fueled him even further. Leaning off the pillar, Hebi moved his upper body forward in such a way as to entice Eugene further. His lips spread into an even crueler smile, deeper and colder than before. His brilliantly green eyes flashed dangerously as he eyed Eugene's burning blue ones.

However, his fun was spoiled as Telius jumped into the matter and shouted at them all. Hebi leaned back against the wall, a slight frown on his lips as he unwillingly tore his gaze from Eugene to their King. The young man was by far the youngest King to rule, barely even 19 the boy had much to learn. Even so, the three of them followed him. Well... maybe not all three of them. Hebi's smile returned to his face as he settled against the pillar, ever aware of Eugene's cold glare.

The snake-like Earth Protector hardly payed any heed to the exchange of words between Rosena and Telius. He didn't care much for the other King's anyway, or their protectors. He only had one to worry about and that was more than enough.

"My King, hadn't you noticed how odd the air outside had seemed. Something had shifted, a coolness sifted through the air, Lastra's balance is going to shift dramatically if nothing is done. Tsunami's will begin hover over cities, and droughts will begin in others. Water is no longer controllable," Rosena commented softly, her voice wavering ever so slightly as she addressed the King.

"I'm sure he's felt it, my dear," Hebi remarked coolly, "He is the Earth King after all. Unless, of course, he wasn't paying any attention to that, then maybe he hadn't felt it. But, my dear, you're over exaggerating things a bit don't you think?" Hebi asked as he pushed off the pillar and moved towards her and King Telius. He brought his arms up over his head and intertwined his fingers with his long, thick black hair.

"Tsunamis? Droughts? My dear, these things take time. It isn't like the orb has been lost for years, it's been lost for hours, maybe a day or so. That decrepit old Water King surely had some magic left over in the thing to keep things in balance for at least a few years. Of course, that would be the smart thing to do, but you know," Hebi heaved a sigh and flipped one hand about like he was waving off a fly as he turned his back to the King and the other two Protectors, "If he'd of thought of such things like that, maybe he wouldn't have gotten himself killed so easily. Just my opinion of course."

Hebi yawned loudly and stretched his body, his back popping effectively, "Now, if you've no need of me immediately, I'm going to retire to my quarters," he called as he started towards the double doors of the palace's throne room.

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Character Portrait: Celeste Macavelia Character Portrait: Aarynn Fletcher Character Portrait: Philomena Character Portrait: Marsaili Character Portrait: Siya Ukomo Character Portrait: Aeraki
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"Ya know, where I come from, if you're late more than three times, ya get run through with a spear." Marsaili's tone of voice was threatening. Flynn wasn't sure if she was being completely serious or if she was just messing with him. Probably both.

In either case, Flynn wasn't worried at all. Siya had been perfectly fine when he arrived and even seemed to be smiling--that was what was important. The Ginger Samurai shrugged dismissively thinking to himself, Glad I don't live where you came from. Despite his sarcastic thought, Flynn smiled politely at Masaili--this was simply how the girl acted and, since they were fellow Protectors, he would simply have to deal with it.

The girl flashed back a demonic grin. Yup. I'll just have to deal with it. No matter how uncomfortable. Marsaili proceeded to relate the current situation with him, in her own odd way of course. Flynn had to take a moment to translate the information the girl had given him. So, we're heading to Mr. Roc's house (Whoever that is...) because the Water King was murdered. That, and apparently a messenger had been very lucky this day. Had Marsaili figured out that the messenger had been afraid of her--there probably would be a messenger anymore aside from a torn limb or two... The Samurai had been thinking this as the door shut behind Marsaili. Flynn snapped back into reality just in time to notice Kaed frown at him.

"Next time, pay attention to the messenger I send to you. You should hurry up and get ready, we're leaving to see King Telius within the next hour or so."

Oh, so they were going to see the Earth King.

Flynn had just been about to inquire as to Siya's reasoning for this when a pounding on the door distracted him. Siya had bid the knocker in; a messenger with a note. The young prince's eyes flickered over the paper and he muttered something that Flynn couldn't discern before folding the paper and crossing the room towards the doors, "Change of plans. We're leaving for the Shrine of Aridea. By the time we get there it'll be evening and we wouldn't want to make Celeste wait for us."

Celeste. Celeste MacAvelia, the Wind Princess. In some parts that Flynn had passed through, she had been known as the Demon of Mirages--told to fight in a manner that completely eluded her enemies. At the same time, the Kingdom of Wind was a prosperous one and so--Flynn was sure--she was no evil tyrant. He had never met her before, but, having also heard of her beauty, he found himself very interested in the prospect of getting to meet the Princess.

"I'll go inform our little menace," Kaed sighed. Flynn walked as the other Protector walked off. He felt a pang of pity for the dark haired man.

Siya also began walking off down the hall. He glanced back over his shoulder smiling brightly, "I'll meet you in the stables, Flynn. Go get ready, and try to be quick."

"Aye-aye, your Majesty." The crimson haired man saluted. Then, he too headed off--he was going to his room to pack a few things for the trip.



Celeste MacAvelia

Knowledge is power. That was something that Celeste had been told by her father who constantly reminded her. Quite frankly, she would be surprised if those had been his first words to her when she entered this world. These words had embedded themselves in her heart and mind. It wasn't simply a saying for Celeste anymore--it was her way of living. The epitome of this quality of the Princess came in the form of a book--her «Codex».

The «Codex» had started as a single piece of paper that six year old Celeste had--in boredom--written notes on in regards to the mannerisms of each of the Elemental Kings present at one of her father's diplomatic meetings. Almost immediately, the notes that she had taken proved useful in the diplomatic process. From that day forth, the Wind Princess added information from any reliable source to her «Codex» and what had initially begun out of boredom quickly grew into a massive encyclopedia--the stories it told and the information it held was practically endless. Naturally, there had came a time where the tome had simply grown too big. That was when Celeste had enchanted the book. The 10" x 15" tome could shrink and condense to a convenient 2" x 3". Of course, a specific phrase was needed to re-expand the book--no body, as far as Celeste knows, knew of the book and, just in case someone did, the Princess wanted to ensure that no one got a hold of her database without her consent. That would be bad. Very bad.

The knocking had caught Celeste just as she had been finishing a set of copies of information from her «Codex». Immediately, she muttered the words which magically compressed the tome before proceeding to slide it into the left pocket of her peach-colored shorts. Then, she finished her last notes. She already knew, from the sequence and sheer volume of the knock, that Kanan was on the other side. Kanan Thiyerwas one of her trusted Protectors but the Princess kept knowledge of her «Codex» secret even to those closest to her. It was a matter of safety. For everyone in the world.

Celeste gently picked up her papers and glided over to the door. She quickly inspected herself before opening it. Red knee-length boots trailed up her long legs; under the boots, she was wearing pink stockings which had straps attaching to her relatively short peach-colored shorts. A slightly tight fitting short, sleeveless red dress--matching her boots--wrapped around her upper body. She also wore a short pink cloak and red gloves on each hand. Wrapped around her wrists were her four Ribbons of Hathor and strapped to her right leg was Amalthea, her enchanted throwing-knife sheath--presently holding three knives. This was the Princess of the Winds' typical travel attire. She was smiling to herself as she opened the door.

"Ah, Kanan you're here." Celeste noted. She peeked down the hallway. They were empty. "I see Aeraki isn't here yet." Turning back to the Protector, she added, "You're always so punctual. Thank you."

She stepped out of the room--trailed by a waft of wind with an unnatural hint of peppermint--and motioned for Kanan to follow her, she had intended to meet all of the Protectors in the Debriefing Room on the first floor of the Palace before departing. It would be much more probable to find Aeraki on the first story.



Aarynn Fletcher

It hadn't taken the Samurai long to pack his things--he was a simple man of simple needs. All he needed was his sword, the clothes on his back (It was only going to be a day's trip anyways.), a small bag containing emergency supplies, and a bamboo sleeping mat (usually used as a pillow rather than a map.). After about five minutes, Flynn had collected everything that he needed and proceeded to run to the Royal Stables.

If a normal individual had seen the the Royal Stables they have been left speechless. They looked nothing like what one would associate with stables. The Royal Stables were kept amazingly tidy and the air inside was crisp, just as pure as the outdoor air. Flynn himself had been impressed the first time he had seen the stables--'till then, he had thought he had seen everything he had wanted to see in regards to horses. Forty-two visits hadn't changed anything. His forty-third visit was a bit different.

When the stables had come into his sight, Flynn knew something was wrong. A hole was torn in the roof. Crap! the Samurai thought as he made a full sprint towards the building. Late again!

"Prince Siya are you okay?!" Flynn called as he burst into the building. The stables were in a very unusual state. It wasn't usual to have a Prince holding a beautiful young girl in his arms--despite what legends and books may suggest--and it certainly wasn't usual to have the girl unconscious, bleeding, cut, and bruised all over. "What happened?" he wondered aloud.

The roof was a wreck. A hole, about human sized, was torn in the wood--probably where the girl had fallen in from. There had been a fight--of some sort--up on the roof. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened, but, whoever had been attacking was long gone.

The Samurai returned his attention to the Prince and the girl. The fiery haired man crouched beside them. "Are you okay, your majesty? And is she okay?"

Siya's response was short and concise. "Help me get her inside!"

Though it wasn't a direct answer to his two questions, the urgency in the young Prince's response was answer enough. "Yes, your majesty." Flynn nodded and proceeded to assist Siya in carrying the girl into the castle.

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Character Portrait: Celeste Macavelia Character Portrait: Emrys Character Portrait: Kanan Thiyer
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Celeste MacAvelia

The Palace of Aeolus was enormous. Its highest spire reached about fifty feet into the air and its width was that of a small mountain. The four floors of the castle were connected by three means. Two were spiraling staircases which were located on either side of the castle--the spiraling form was easy to defend in case of an attack. One was a floating platform which could only be activated by a high leveled Wind Sorcerer.

It was on the floating platform, on the third floor, that Celeste found Emrys. Her personal butler had dawned his thin red armor--it's color complimenting that of her dress--and armed himself with his two main weapons, a sword--which Celeste knew was enchanted--and a large cross-shaped tower shield. The silvery haired man bowed to her in a slight dip.

Even though she didn't have to, the Princess returned the bow. "Glad to see you are all ready to go. Though, Emrys, I don't exactly remember inviting you."

"I may not be a Protector..." the butler spoke calmly. "But it is my duty to make sure the Princess is safe all the same."

Celeste felt her lip curve. It was nice to have such devotion from a friend. The Princess stepped on the the platform and checked to make sure that her Protector was following--he seemed to be so quiet around her. She eyed the younger individual as he stepped up on the platform. Perhaps, he was intimidated by her. Many people were whether or not she had ever done anything to them.

Kanan was her new Protector. He had joined the ranks only a weeks ago--Celeste, who had been looking for a new Protector, had been impressed by the young man and quickly made sure that he was recruited as a Protector. He had seemed a bit shy, quite quiet, and was definitely a hard worker. She was hoping to get to know him but the past few weeks had been extremely busy.

She caught Kanan's gaze and smiled kindly at him. He flushed and she had to hold back a giggle. Aside from that, though, there was no discernible responce. She returned her gaze to the moving wall ahead.

This trip, she promised herself. Before this trip is over, I will get to know him.



Aarynn Fletcher
After helping Siya carry the girl inside, Flynn had sort of wandered off down the corridors. He still wasn't sure what exactly had happened to the girl and wanted to check to make sure that whatever did that wasn't also still wandering around. Plus, he didn't really have any skill with taking care of injured people.

Under normal circumstances, the Protector would have never left the King in a room alone with anyone. However, something seemed different about this girl. Something that Flynn couldn't quite pinpoint. In any case, the girl wasn't about to do anyone--much less the King--any harm in her condition. But, just in case, Flynn continued to linger on in the hallway.

...

A call snapped him back to reality. "Hello?" The voice sounded urgent.

Immediately, Flynn propped himself up from where he had been sitting in the middle of the hallway and walked briskly in the direction that the voice had come from. The Samurai was careful to avoid making any noise as to keep anyone from panicking, especially the girl. She has just been through an attack, who knows what she is going to do?

He entered the room just in time to hear Siya say the girl's name. "Mina? That's a pretty name."

"Oh, she's awake." Flynn noted, almost to himself. He hadn't expected the girl to recover so soon and had actually figured that they would leave her here while they went to the meeting at the Aridea. He looked at Siya, "Is she okay?"

From the side of the room, Kaed groaned irritably.

Was this jealousy from the ever-calm Kaed? The fiery-haired man glanced at his fellow Protector and a smirk spread over his face. That one glance had given him the answer: Yes. Yes it was. Of course, Flynn couldn't resist some pleasure at Kaed's expense. He indicated the dark haired man with his thumb, "What's wrong with him?"

The response came from Kaed in the form of a growl. "I'm fine."

Flynn grinned but said nothing more on the matter; he wasn't about to ask twice for a smack from his fellow Protector—Kaed knew how to make those hurt! He took several steps closer to the Prince and the girl.

Seeing her up close while she was awake and cleaned was a much different experience than seeing her up close while she was unconscious and bleeding. There was a certain hardness to her eyes which told the Samurai that she wasn't just a young girl--she was a fighter. The bleeding hadn't come from the fall and that fall was no accident. Her hair was light in color and long. Without blood covering her face, Mina was actually very pretty--just like her name--, Flynn could understand why Siya seemed to like her to the point of annoying Kaed.

Lowering himself, he smiled at the girl, "You know, it isn't safe playing around on a roof."

"Flynn..." His fellow Protector's voice was filled with irritation.

The red-haired man tried to ignore the tone. "You could really have gotten hurt if Siya wasn't—"

"Flynn," Kaed interrupted.

"What?"

"Shut up."

The red-haired Protector pouted. Tilting his head towards Kaed, he noted, "Look, the girl's been through a traumatic event. Couldn't you try to be nice for once?"

"Flynn."

For a moment, the air inside the room seemed to tighten and the Samurai smelled a faint scent of amber. Kaed was really ticked off. "I'll stop talking now."




Celeste MacAvelia
The platform came to a stop on the second floor of the Palace. Four hallways intersected at that spot, each one representing on of the cardinal directions--East, North, West, and South. At the end of each corridor was a distinct room from which one could see all things existing in that respective direction. None of them led to Anemoi, the room where the winds met--the meeting room. That was the trick. The winds didn't meet in the North or the West. The winds met at doldrums in-between the directions. The key to entering was stepping into the intersection with more than one person and waiting.

Celeste always had to grin when she stepped into the intersection. It reminded her of how clever her father had been--that man was always up to his riddles and puzzles. After standing seemingly idle for a minute, the Princess looked up as a second platform descended from the ceiling. Yes. Anemoi was actually a room on the third floor, but it was only accessible from the second floor.

She stepped on and turned to look at the other two people. Emrys was already following her--he had done this plenty of times before. Kanan was another story--this would be young Protector's first time. She beckoned him forward, "Com'on! You have to see this."

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Character Portrait: Philomena Character Portrait: Siya Ukomo Character Portrait: Kaed Kuhti Character Portrait: Kanan Thiyer Character Portrait: Mina
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Siya Ukomo, Kaed Kuhti and Mina

It took some work, but Siya was able to convince his bodyguards to leave the room. Mina wouldn't have talked otherwise. Kaed's hate-filled gaze... scared her. (Of course, he was eavesdropping behind the door. No way was he just going to leave his King alone.)

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"They were trying to kill me." Siya couldn't really wrap his head around the idea, and the more Mina answered his questions the more he had.

"Why? Who's 'they'?" She quieted down again, finding little comfort in knowing she had her sword within arm's reach. Mina didn't want to answer him. Siya took her into his home without remorse; he cleaned and dressed her injuries; it felt nice, being worried over like this. She didn't want more people — let alone humans, who weren't able to fully comprehend what she was — to treat her like...

"... a monster...."

"A monster?"

"They... elves, and fae treat me like some kind of beast because of my ancestors, so they hunt me like one or act like I don't even exist." Mina couldn't tell him the whole story; she couldn't bring herself to. She even started tearing up just choking out her next words. "They killed my mother ten years ago."

Behind the door, Kaed stiffened. His gaze was locked on the floor as he cupped his ear against the door, trying to listen clearer. The girl had obviously been through a lot. It was just like Siya to take in troubled people. His lips turned from a detested scowl to a fond smile as he thought about the selfless things that Siya often did, even though it vexed him sometimes. He continued listening to the conversation, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the door.

"Mina," Siya's voice was soft, his eyes filled with pity, "I'm sorry for your loss. Look, if there is anything we can do, please tell us. In the meantime, I have to leave for a short time; there are some urgent matters I must attend to. Can you stay here until I return?" As he stood to leave, Mina grabbed his wrist and blankly stared down at her blankets, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"Please don't leave me alone."

Kaed's smile quickly turned to a lour of sheer disbelief. His eyes widened, and he turned his head to glare at the door. His hands curled into fists, and he trembled. Just what was that girl up to? He had half a mind to burst through the door and throw her out the window! (The other half of his mind remembered that she has wings.) Anything to keep Siya from a girl — especially one that can end up being a danger to him. He leaned in closer to the double doors, intently listening to find out if his King's well-being was at risk.

Siya almost jumped. Mina's grip was surprisingly strong. When he looked at her, he was startled to see her in tears. Did he upset her somehow? Did he dig up bad memories? For a moment his heart jumped to his throat, and he felt utterly terrible.

"Mina?" Siya was unsure of what etiquette was involved with dealing with a crying girl. Even Marsaili's never cried, except for her crocodile tears.

"I don't want to be left alone again."

"You won't be alone, I've got many servants here that can tend to anything you... need." As Siya finished, Mina's grasp loosened and her fingers drifted off his arm, her hands moving to try and wipe away her tears. She looked terribly sad just sitting there in bed like that; he wasn't sure that his servants would even look in her direction, either. They have as little experience with this as him. "Or, um... you, could come with me..."

Siya smiled at her again, trying to offer her some semblance of comfort even though he just stood there awkwardly. He turned just enough and offered his hand, "Come on. We have to leave really soon, so we might as well go now and head to the stables."

Helping Mina out of her bed, Siya looked to the doors and calmly stated, "Kaed, you can come in now. She's coming with us."

Opening the doors for his King, Kaed must have felt some kind of sympathy, because his words were much softer than before. "She can come, but she rides her own horse." Though his words weren't hateful, the man's cheeks were red as if he were infuriated about something. However, that didn't seem right to Siya. Kaed was never 'infuriated'. Irked at times, yes; angry, yes; but never enraged about anything. Was this... jealousy? Well, that's what Siya saw.

"Kaed," Siya started with a lightly teasing tone, "it's alright. She can ride her own horse if that'll satisfy you. I just don't wish to leave her here all alone in such a huge castle."

Kaed flicked his eyes past Siya's shoulder to Mina and sighed. He placed one hand on his hip and ran the other through his long hair, fingers curling at the back of his head. He watched Siya closely before giving a shrug and a smile in return. "Alright then."

Kanan Thiyer

Kanan had followed Lady Celeste from her room down the hall to the platform that would take them to the debriefing room where she'd called all of the protectors. The young protector hadn't said much to the woman aside from giving a nod to her when she'd acknowledged him earlier. He was still unsure as to how to act around her, and most times went completely silent because of it.

He stepped up onto the platform, right behind Celeste having followed her diligently from her quarters. Queen Celeste turned then and watched him for a moment before smiling warmly. Kanan felt his face flush involuntarily and his eyes widened slightly. Why did she smile at him? How was he supposed to respond to that!? His nerves went from semi-steady to wrecked with that simple, gorgeous smile that she flashed him. Kanan stared at her without making a move, no smile in return, no words came from his mouth. He felt terrible when she turned away, having gotten no response from him.

His eyes looked off to the side and gazed at the elder man who served as Celeste's butler as he stepped up on the platform as well. The elder butler was much larger than Kanan was and he was slightly intimidating which didn't help Kanan's usual habits towards larger people. He was on edge as he stepped up on the platform behind his Queen, his hand gripping his sword tightly as he kept a close look on Emrys.

It wasn't that he distrusted the man, no that wasn't it. He just didn't know how to take the man's presence. So, he ended up being on the defensive and it was purely by habit, not intention. Kanan didn't say anything as he allowed the Queen to take them to the debriefing room. He was left to his own thoughts as he stood there awkwardly stiff behind her. Kanan's gaze continually shifted between Celeste and Emrys, trying to figure out their relationship to one another, though he figured they were fairly close. At the back of his mind, he wondered how he could possibly step up his own relationship with the Queen and possibly be a better protector.

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"Com'on! You have to see this," Celeste said, her lips curled into a bright smile. Kanan was taken aback by her... bubbly personality. How the hell was he going to deal with that?! The platform they had been on brought them up to another level and then another had come down from above, thus the reasoning for Celeste beckoning to him.

He'd been standing in the middle of the room, his gaze sweeping its entirety as it was probably the most beautiful part of the castle that he'd seen yet. Her voice had startled him and he turned to look at her as she and Emrys climbed up on the second platform. Once again his face heated without warning and he fought his embarrassment. Why couldn't he even say anything to her? Kanan just didn't know how... He sighed inwardly and started towards her, his movements stiff as if he were nothing more than a mindless guard.

Slowly he stepped up onto the platform next to her, his chest tight as he stood beside her. It was rare that he ever stood so close to the Lady Celeste. The last ride up was just as painful as he'd been close to her then too. His eye flicked over to the back of her head, examining her bright green hair and then upwards to where they were heading next. He fidgeted slightly with the sword he still held in his other hand. Kanan was trying to drudge up the courage to say at least a couple of words to his Queen, after all he was her protector.

His eye turned downwards and he stared at the platform beneath his feet, his mouth opened and he uttered a few simple words, "Thank you, my Lady."

Celeste arced her eyebrows. This was the first time Kanan had spoke to her in the five minutes they had been together. Things were improving. "No problem."

The platform momentarily shook before beginning to float upwards.

Emrys grunted, but he did so as quietly as possible. The Princess still heard and proceeded to call her butler out. "What's the matter, Emrys?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Nothing." The butler immediately straightened himself out.

"You aren't still afraid of heights are you?"

"I'm working on it."

Kanan listened to the exchange in curiosity. He was interested to see exactly how high they had gone and so turned and peered down over the ledge. If only he'd known how much of a terrible mistake that was. He had a strong sense of invertigo and swayed on his feet as his eye took in the distance between the top third floor and second floor far down below.

Kanan stumbled slightly, falling backwards and bumping into Celeste on pure accident. His face flushed even redder than before and he quickly dropped down to one knee, with his fist down on the ground before him, the other holding tightly to his sword. He felt his heart racing at the stupidity of his last action.

"My Lady! Please, forgive me," he muttered quickly, his deep voice wavering slightly as he stiffened.

Celeste burst out laughing. The young Protector's reaction was so... innocent. Realizing that she probably wasn't making him feel any more comfortable, the Princess held in the remainder of her laugh. "It's alright Kanan. No need to be so formal all the time--we're all simply good friends. And, I hate titles, by the way."

"Isn't that right, Emrys?" She had noticed that the butler's hand was lightly gripping the sword sheathed in his shield. She cast him a sharp glance.

The butler's hand quickly flew away from the sword hilt and returned to it's position behind his back. "Yes, your Majesty."
The Princess had just been about to jab Emrys in the chink of his armor when the platform came to a stop. "Ah, we're here!"

Thirty years ago, Nicholas MacAvelia had decided that it was necessary to have a room where the King and all of his Protectors--as well as a few selected others--could meet in absolute privacy. It had taken fourteen months to build.

Though Lady Celeste had told him that it was alright, Kanan stayed kneeling all the way up until the platform stopped. Only when she'd stepped off, did he stand again. He kept his head down and didn't look up at her at all. His eye caught sight of the beautiful glass floor that they walked across. The stained glass was in four different colors, blue, red, green and silver. The colors would occasionally clash together, mixing to form new colors across the large floor.

Kanan, unable to keep his curiousity at bay, looked up from his boots and witnessed the large room that was Anemoi. At each corner of the compass, was an archway. The archways were each filled with windows--all tinted on the oppposite side--allowing the morning light to flow in and giving a gorgeous view of the outside world. Clouds lazily floated by as the sunlight was beginning it decent in the eastern horizon. Moutains in the eastern compass rose up, to the west, an empty exanse of nothing but blue/purple sky, the north and south held more mountain ranges, each just as different as the eastern one.

Between each of the archways, the wall was made entirely of shiny white stone. Kanan thought it to be marble at first, but the texture and color wasn't right for it to be so. He didn't know exactly what type of stone was used in the wall, but it looked glorious. Above him, as he raised his eye upwards, he spotted a huge dome. The dome was made also entirely of glass, just like the floor. The only difference was that it was clear glass and the sunlight shone through it easily, splaying the colors of the floor all across the room and walls.

Kanan stopped in mid stride, not making it to the center of the room and just gazed about. He was awe struck by the beauty of the fourth floor, amazed at the ingenuity of it and the pure power that he could feel rushing through the winds thats mixed together at the center of the Palace of Aeolus. He never knew such a place existed. It made him all the more intrigued by his queen, and even more desiring of protecting her.

Celeste beamed at her Protector's reaction. It had been a while since she had last introduced a person to Anemoi and watched awe fill their expression--most of the Protectors simply acknowledged it as another room and never regarded all the brilliant work that had come together to make Anemoi. Her gaze trailed around the room and rested by the eastern window.
There, an elderly man stood, looking out towards the mountains. He was dressed in simple green robes and an oriental leaf hat hung off of his back. His hands were clasped together in a very relaxed manner. A silvery beard wrapped around the sides of his face--aside from that, the man was virtually bald with only a few patches of silver here and there. Ocean blue eyes twinkled in the morning sunlight. He was smiling peaceful and showed no signs of noticing that the three had just entered the room.
Shifu Tien. The Princess smiled in recognition. The man who had taught her all of the basics of Wind Magic leading to her mastery of the element just two weeks later. It had been a long time since she had seen the elder Protector.

Kanan turned his eye back around the area, doing a full circle as he did so. As he came back across the eastern window, he caught sight of the elderly man that he hadn't seen the first time. Kanan cursed himself slightly for not noticing him until that moment. However, it didn't seem like the man was all that threatening so Kanan calmed himself, knowing full well that if there had been any threat to Celeste, he would have known immediately. It didn't seem as if the elder man had taken any notice to their entrance, so Kanan turned back around and faced his Queen.

"My Lady," Kanan uttered, his voice soft and heavy, deep as it was, "What is this room?"

He was answered by two voices; that of the Princess and another deeper and slower one. "Anemoi." The two continued, their voices sounding in union. "The place where the winds meet. Where, in times of necessity, those of Aeolus retreat."

"Basically, it's just another one of King Nicholas' secret rooms," the bearded man added with a light tone contrasting with the more poetic one of his last line. The old man turned around and smiled at Celeste, "It has been a long time, Princess of the Winds."

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"It has been a long time, Uncle."
The Princess and the elderly man embraced. Celeste hadn't seen her uncle in nearly two years--since her father left seven years ago, Shifu Tien had periodically left and returned to the Kingdom of Wind. He never told anyone when or where he was going and she, out of pure respect, had never bothered to check. However, whenever he returned, it meant that something significant was happening--the last time Celeste had seen the man, the tyrant Earth King of the time was rebelled against and killed by his own wife. Even whilst hugging her uncle, the Princess' mind was racing. Why is he here? Is he simply late for the Water King's death or is something else coming?
"You're late Uncle!" She stated pulling away from the elderly man. "I already know the Water King is dead."
The old master looked confused. "Is he now?"
In turn, Celeste frowned. She had already anticipated an answer to that effect, but had been secretly hoping--against the odds apparently--that her uncle was actually late for once. Now what? She looked at the man with a grim expression. "So, what is about to happen?"
"I am not sure," he answered, looking out of the window and into the distance. "But, I do know that it will change the course of this land's history."
The Princess resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. Her uncle was always ambigious and it was so annoying at times...
"I see." Celeste turned to the two Protectors beside her, keen to change the topic. She hated being in the dark and talks of the future always left one in the dark. "I guess we had best get to our part in changing history, then." Her gaze rested on Kanan. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "You have never met my uncle before! I'm sorry."
Kanan was startled by Lady Celeste's sudden jump in concentration to him. His eye bounced between her and her uncle, unsure of how to proceed. Luckily, it seemed that Celeste was way ahead of him and spared him the duty of trying to properly introduce himself without making out to be a fool.
She looked from the silver-haired Protector to the elderly master, "Kanan, this is Shifu Ha Tien Long. He is the senior Protector and has been so much longer than any other Protector." Then, looking from her uncle to Kanan, she began, "Uncle, this is--"
"I know." Tien interrupted. He gazed at the other Protector with a gleam of interest in his eyes, like a diviner reading a fortune. "Young Kanan Thiyer..."
Kanan was a bit nervous at having his name known so easily and without his even saying a word. The elder man gazed at him with a strange look that seemed like Tien was looking through him rather than at him. He squirmed inwardly at such a steady gaze. Trying to ignore it, Kanan simply dipped his head down and bowed forward slightly.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Tien Long."
Emrys, had--until now--been standing silently and respectfully beside the platform from which he had come. He had already met the princess' uncle on several occasions now and enjoyed his presence. He, however, had no taste for the elder's ambiguity and subconsciously tapped on the hilt of his sword. Once. Just once.
Celeste heard. She casted her butler a glare for his lack of respect towards the imperial uncle. But, Emrys was right. They had to get the meeting going. She glanced around the room, only two Protectors were present. Breaking the silence, she muttered, "Where are Freece and Aeraki?"




[/b]Aeraki, Celeste, Kanan, Freece, Emrys, and Tien[/b]

The fae in question was currently still immersed in the shifting world of her dreams--where much of the colorful landscape was oh-so-fantastic--wait a moment. There was a pause in the sequence of her thoughts; there was something not quite right about this passing whimsy. All at once, the surroundings that had enveloped her seemed rather dull and insignificant. This was most certainly not where she was meant to be. Not at all... There was something else tugging at her, as if pulling her from this world of washed over hues and jagged shapes. This realization was followed by a sudden jolt from her body and, unfortunately, also accompanied by a swift motion from her fist, which collided with something soft.

Aeraki was at a loss for precisely how it happened, suffice to say she was fairly confused to find herself on the ground and a twitching guard no more than a few feet from her. A frown unfurled on her face as she tilted her head. How very mysterious! She wasn't in the same location she had started out in. Clearly, she had mastered the art of teleporta... Oh. The guard was there. She released a disappointed sigh, wrinkling her nose. How borish, really, she had to do something about this habit of falling asleep in the middle of conversation. But, there was nothing the fae could do regarding the matter, things were just so mundane and didn't hold her interest in the slightest.

The girl blinked, the thing that had been prodding her while she slept still hanging around. There was something she was forgetting, something important, clearly, for it to still hold her focus minutes after she had awoken. Aeraki got to her feet, rubbing her eyes with a yawn.

"Oi, you." She said, ignoring the fact that the guard was laying face-down. She prodded him with her foot, though when she didn't receive a proper response, she proceeded to kick him in the shoulder. "I said, 'Oi you'! Get up!" She kicked him harder, the man groaning in the process and rolling over on to his side. Aeraki had actually just been about to stomp on his face so it was a good thing he opened his eyes, elsewise...

"M... Miss... Aeraki...?" He managed, his voice layered with grogginess. A rosiness found it's way on to her cheeks for her embarrassment heightened. She'd never punched anyone out-cold before.

"Who else would it b..." She trailed off, suddenly catching sight a cloud that looked like a dog with one leg. That was incredibly sad, that poor thing... There was some garbled nonsense in the background, probably coming from the guard, or an animal. She forced herself to look back to him, the man stuttering about as he gazed at her.

"... bringing you to see Lady Celeste." Ah! That caused her eyes to snap wide open, that was the thing that was lingering around! She nodded to herself somewhat proudly for actually having bothered to pay attention long enough to figure this one out. The girl blinked, frowning again as she regarded the man. So why was he still talking? He had already reminded her of what needed be done--now he was just irking her by forcing his presence upon her. "A-Actually, I can accompany you...? I will be needing to report to S-Sir Emrys of your arrival anyway..." Aeraki's wings fluttered slightly, the first sign of annoyance.
"I don't need to be led around as if a child." She said shortly, this was seriously grating on her nerves! The man didn't seem to take the hint as he smiled (creepily) at her.

"Well, you certainly do have the... ah... the... size to compliment one." This was enough to make her pause, and for Aeraki, that was a feat within itself. The girl never marveled upon any one detail for long enough to pause about it. She removed her gaze from him, now observing her surroundings as closely as she cared. She could just about make out the building he was aiming to take her to and scanned it over. There was a whisper of green hair in one of the windows up on the fourth floor. Despite her lack of proper interest, Aeraki was still a girl who took in details closely. She knew that green hair well, the locks could belong to none other than the Lady Celeste herself.

She didn't even bother with a response, wings spreading out and fluttering a bit as they moved to levitate her properly. The guard looked surprised, reaching out as if to stop her but she didn't even pay attention--she just wanted to be as far away from him as possible! Actually, considering that she wasn't even giving him her full attention, there was a chance she had probably misconstrued some of his dialogue but whatever, she was labeling him as a creep anyway! Her wings raised her into the air with practiced ease and without a look down, she left the guard behind her and glided up to the window.

The wind suddenly picked up as she neared her desination and the light-weighted fae was no match for the gust. She went tumbling through the open window, sprawling on to the ground. Perhaps she could've been a bit more elegant, but the window was open, and that gust of wind was pretty strong... Aeraki shook her head to clear the hair out of her vision, sitting up with wide eyes.

"Miiii?" Was all the girl said, a phrase that was artfully cute and in no way portrayed the abuse she had given the guard earlier. Then she spotted him. "Kanananan!" She squealed, launching herself upon the unsuspecting man and brushing her lips over his in a kiss. The motion was followed by a rather unbefitting faltering of her smile, her expression now painfully bored. She was over the excitement, time to move on to other things. And just like that, she plopped herself on the ground, tilting her head to the side.

Kanan froze. The moment he'd turned to the sound of a body hitting the floor he'd cringed slightly. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last he was sure. He didn't know what it was, but Aeraki seemed to always lunge at him whenever they met in the hall or were on duty together. It was the same greeting like always, and like always, he had no idea how to handle it.
The fae jumped at him with arms wide and a huge grin on her face. He should have been expecting it, but utterly failed to do so. Her voice sang out his name as if he were her favorite or something. Then she crashed into him, latching on with an iron grip. Her lips followed soon after and broke his attempt at responding.

"Aer-nnnn!!!" His heart jumped, skipping several times and he was sure his face was beat red. His pale blue eye widened as he stared at her. She released him and in seconds the small fae was bored once more, paying him no heed at all. One hand gripped his sword tightly, tighter than he had when he'd bumped into Celeste on accident, the other had risen half way in a half hearted attempt to push her away. Kanan seemed to be stuck in this position for some time before regaining his wits.

Slowly, his hand relaxed its grip on the large weapon, the other reached up and grabbed a thick handful of silver hair, pulling it back just enough to show the strap of his eyepatch. Kanan sighed heavily and closed his eye as he stood there. Was he ever going to get used to these kinds of interactions? Probably not...

Celeste cleared her throat. "Glad to have you here Aeraki, however... I believe the meeting will proceed much easier without you clamped onto Kanan's face."

There was a slight mutter of agreement from the butler standing beside her. The fae grinned slyly, as if suddenly finding interest in the topic of Kanan again before giving a bat of her eyelashes. "I didn't know you were that jea..." She trailed off instantly as just then, the floating platform glided back into the room with another man on board.

"-Yawnnnnn-..."

This was the timely yet crude greeting that the last Air Protector presented towards the Princess, the robotic butler and his fellow protectors. He greeted them all with a nonchalant wave. His eyes of deep green did not betray his emotions of disinterest and disappointment. It seemed that Freece was still caught up with his beautiful dreams about a world of doughnuts and would rather be there than here with everyone else. Well, no one could blame him since he treats this as an obligatory job more than an honor.

"Are we going... -yawnn-... to start... -yawnnn-... or what?"

Freece asked while still yawning in mid-sentences. He did not bother covering his mouth while his hand scratched his head in a gesture of boredom. Unlike Aeraki, the disenchanted protector could have the bearing to stay awake by hanging on his nonexistent will. At the very least, this would be considered his way of respect or proof manners.
"Now that we are all--finally--here," the Princess started, sarcasm layered in her words, "Yes."

After hearing the Princess' answer, Freece could feel his stomach speaking in rebellion. Thinking of which, he had yet to grab something to bite since his good old library sleep.

"I haven't eaten breakfast yet... We have snacks here grumps?"

Looking to his side, his gaze fell on Emrys who always reminded him to be proper especially in front of the Princess. Well, Freece did listen to the sermons but all the same it exited without resistance through the other ear.

The butler stared at the young Protector with an emotionless expression. "I'm afraid not, sir."

"Nope." Celeste agreed. "We've got to get to the Shrine of Aridea--preferably ahead of everyone else. Freece, you'll just have to eat on the fly there." From behind her back, the young woman produced a thick roll of paper and proceeded to pass a fifth of the stack to each of the people present. And then, she began, "Alright. If you haven't been told already, the Water King is dead--killed alongside his Protectors. This has certain significance in upcoming events." She smirked and spoke with an ominous tone, "However, this does not mean that the turn of events cannot be taken advantage of."

Listening to the princess, Emrys nodded. This was Celeste MacAvelia--the Sky Demoness--always ready to manipulate a change in the winds.

Freece remembered the dream where Celeste took all of his doughnuts. It was slowly coming true even more so when a thick roll of paper was handed to him instead a plate of his favorite food. Stretching his arms upwards, it was then he noticed the presence of the old-timer. No wonder he had that dream with that old geezer in it. Perhaps, his spiritual consciousness foretells of the future, that only means his doughnut fantasies were going to come true. With that notion, the uninterested protector had an immediate change in his demeanor. Ignoring the news about the death of the Water King and his protectors along with the roll of paper handed for his reading, he had a rather meaniful smirk across his face.

"Hey Princess! Let's get this show on the road!"

Had he still been looking at Emrys, the Protector would have noticed the large butler glaring at him coldly. The silver haired man couldn't understand why the princess kept him around. Personally, the butler found the way that Freece address the princess to be disrespectful and overly arrogant. Being in the presence of Celeste helped keep Emrys at bay. This was no time to start an argument.

Kanan looked up to Freece as he took the scroll of paper from Celeste. How could the other protector possibly speak in such a way to Celeste? His pale blue eye narrowed slightly and a frown worked its way on his lips. Kanan didn't say anything though as he rolled the paper opened and scanned the contents, trying to ignore Freece.

"All in good time, Freece," she responded simply. She stepped over to the window overlooking the city. "For the past millenium, Lastra has been in a constant state of war and pre-war. Peace is what the people most desire. I believe that now is the best time to make moves toward that peace."

The annoying hum of words, mother earth they were drowning her in boredoooooom. Aeraki had long since stopped looking at the Princess, who was blabbing on and on about some war and peace and the stupid people who lived in the land. Who cared? There were many more interesting things about, oh! Like Emrys, he looked like fun. She decided to stare at him for all of eight seconds before becoming bored again and then collapsing fully on the floor, puffing up her cheeks. Nevermind, that was a silly attempt to keep herself busy.

It was clear that Freece was more active than his earlier actions. Anyone who knew the lacklustered protector could conclude what was the reason behind this. Doughnuts. Walking ahead of the group, he gestured towards the others to hurry it up. There was no time to waste for his dreams could turn into reality any minute. Truthfully, he really didn't care about whatever the Sky Princess was plotting or what she was aspiring for. All those stuff did not matter to him anyway. He had lived far too long to even care about what he could only describe as mundane things. There was only one thing that mattered and that was...
"Get your butts going to the Shrine already, I don't have all day you know!"

The statement relighted her interests, oh! She hadn't played with Freece yet today! His name reminded her of sheep, and that reminded her of soft things, and that reminded her of fluffy things, and that reminded her of... Oh, the list was a long one--but he kept her mind busy so that was a good focus point! The fae jolted up, probably alarming the others with her quick motion and her wings fluttered with her. She hoped the others would move fast enough while she bothered to keep her attentions highlighted on issue at hand, because her mind was prone to scatter. Very. Quickly. Oh! She hadn't greeted him yet! She'd have to make a note to do that...

Celeste had already anticipated her Protectors' responses--they were so easily distracted and left bored. She quickly turned around and smiled, "Neither do I. That's why I recommend you read through the packets I've given you."

Emrys had already scanned the pages he had been given. Details of nine individuals had been contained in the ink, three of whom the butler recognized. The pages contained information regarding various details about the Kings of the Earth and Fire Kingdoms as well as volumnous amounts of information regarding their Protectors and the abilities of each. he looked up at Celeste with a questioning expression. "Princess Celeste, where did you get these?"

"There are ways of knowing."

That particular response didn't satisfy the butler, but he decided not to make any snarky comments.

Kanan raised an eyebrow as he finished looking through the scroll. All of this information... where in the world did she obtain it from? He wasn't sure he wanted to know though. However, Kanan was fairly sure that if the other Kings and Protectors found out that she'd gotten all of their information... well he figured that things weren't going to be quite a smooth.
"What do you plan to do with all of this, my Lady?" Kanan asked softly.

"It's always advantageous to be able to see multiple aspects of a situation before approaching it. It's best that you all know who you could be potentially up against." Then, she added, "Knowledge is power."

Kanan froze for a moment. Had he heard her right? He knew that he was a new protector and all, but this didn't sound like something that could be... right. He looked up from the scroll and straight to his Queen. Pulling a bit of his lip inbetween his teeth he flicked his gaze from her to the other protectors.

"Do you mean... to... fight them?" He asked slowly. He wasn't sure if he entirely liked that idea, however, he was now in her service and questioning wasn't usually something he did. He felt a tightness in his chest and he sealed his lips right after. Hopefully she didn't get angry with him. If she meant to fight them... well, he would do as he was ordered like he'd always done in the past.

It was a different voice that answered Kanan's question. "Hopefully not." Tien stepped closer to the group, "At best, we can avoid confrontation as a whole." He looked at the other Protectors, "But, it is always best to be ready."

Emrys grunted in agreement. He had been out on the battlefields long enough to know that knowing one's opponent beforehand could completely change the outcome of a confrontation. However, things could always go wrong--one could never know about random factors. He flipped through the packet. The Fire Prince only had three Protectors... Immediately, a question came to mind. How updated are these?

The princess nodded in agreement with the elderly man's statement. "No, Kanan. I have absolutely no intention of fighting. This mission is purely for peaceful reasons."

Kanan nodded in agreement, settled then -if only slightly- by her acknowledgement of not wanting to fight. Still... he couldn't shake the feeling that something could possibly go wrong. His eye glanced back down to the paper he held. He would go through them in more detail later on.

"Should we be going then?" He looked up to see his Queen grinning at him slightly before turning to one of the windows. She opened it and then proceeded to jump out into thin air. For a single moment, his heart clenched and he had the urge to lung forward, throwing his power towards her to catch her. However, he realized she was the Queen of Air and figured she would be just fine.

Kanan walked over to the same window and looked out to indeed see his Lady quite alright as she called the winds to her and hovered in the air easily. With a shake of his head he followed suite, also calling his own magic to carry him out towards her. From there they would fly most of the way to the Shrine and finish by walking the short distance there through the trees where the Shrine was located.

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Kanan, Freece, Aeraki, Celeste, Tien, and Emrys

Kanan tensed as Aeraki suddenly burst into motion. He thought for a mere second of utter shock that she was about to latch onto him once more. He watched her carefully, only calming a little as he heard her say Freece's name much like she'd done his.

"Fleece~" She called out, mimicking her pattern from earlier and lacing delicate arms around his neck, though only brushing her lips across his cheek. "Give me a piggy-back ride, I'm suddenly too lazy to walk." And blatantly ignoring the fact of her wings, which she drooped to add effect.

Upon hearing the nickname that Freece hates, there could be a noticeable vein throbbing on the right upper portion of his forehead, It was intensified more as the fae attached herself on his back. He would never know why Aeraki liked to pester him most of the time.

"Oi you Airhead, let's get things straight. Don't call me that! I am not a sheep! And second you have wings to fly! So fly!"

With all of that said, Freece begrudgingly carried Aeraki despite his complaints. The fae after all was not that heavy to begin with. Even when he would be expressive in his dislikes and rude remarks, in the end, he would still do what is asked of him. Well, he still mumbled and occasionally jolted the fae by bumping her to the nearby trees or rocky walls.

Aeraki was used to this behavior by now, able to deftly avoid being jolted too much, though the motion was progressively becoming repetitive to her. She was sure that Freece regarded her as a child, a mistake a lot of people tended to make for her behavior. Oh well! It made her observations go that much smoother and it helped that he wasn't on guard about it, not that it'd make much different if he was. She shifted her gaze downwards as she flicked her brush around idly with a free hand, scattering the water on the tip all over the place. This was too long of a walk, she needed to be entertained...! Wait a minute, wasn't the knot of the tie of Kanan's eyepatch uneven? Huh... She stared at it, squinting to see if it was indeed parallel or uneven, fortunately distracting herself long enough to stop squirming and sit still for once.

"Hey Disco Wings... Stop waving that pen around!"

Freece shouted in irritation as he shook his head where some of the water nestled. After doing so, he stopped walking and looked over his shoulder. His deep green eyes were sligtly more richer in color due to the spark of annoyance present within. Furthermore, why is that this sad excuse for a fae can't pick on herself. She is a perfect candidate for her antics. Although, he noticed that Aeraki was looking at something or more specifically someone else. Following that line of sight, he noticed it was the new addition to the group of protectors, Kanan.

Kanan felt a stare at the back of his head and turned just enough to see what was going on. Aeraki was still for once, albeit on Freece's shoulders, but still non-the-less. He sighed inwardly, that girl was a lot of trouble... another thing he had trouble coping with. The silver-haired protector turned back around and continued forward as they were making their way to the Shrine.

He idly wondered who they were going to meet there. He hadn't seen any of the other protectors or the Kings before. Curiosity was working it's way into his system and before he knew it he was lost in thought, wondering what they were going to be like. To add to his curiosity he felt a pang of guilt run through him. What Lady Celeste had spoken of back at Anemoi. Were they really going to fight the other protectors? Kanan hoped they wouldn't have to. Kanan straightened, stiffening slightly and berated himself for having been lost to his thoughts. It wasn't like him to question things so much, or for so long either. He sighed inwardly and continued following the others towards the Shrine. They would be there very soon.

Emrys looked back at the trio of Protectors trailing behind him and let out an indignant sigh. Personally, he wasn't sure that they were qualified as the princess' Protectors. Kanan was a 'maybe'. The other two were simply insubordinate and, at worst, untrustworthy. Shifu Tien, though impassibly wise and knowledgeable, was simply no longer fit.

The group reached the Shrine within a few minutes. They were the first there, just as Lady Celeste liked to have things. Kanan was starting to get used to the way she planned stuff. It was only a matter of time before the other King's entered the area as well.

Siya and Kaed

"We'll have to leave the horses here, the woods are too thick for them to go through," Siya said as he slowly dismounted, careful of his injury. Perhaps if things went well, Lady Celeste would heal the wound for him. He could only hope that she would be in a good mood. On the other hand though, his thoughts had been filled with Kaed for the remainder of the trip. The tall protector had looked so worried when Siya had been injured.

There had been a look in his eyes that had shocked Siya and stirred something else inside him as well. He wasn't sure what the feeling was yet, but he could still feel it, swirling around at the back of his mind and causing chills to run their course across his body. The young King took a quick look to his protector. The tall man was quite pleasing to look at, his long black hair always flowing around his face, his dark red eyes were the most alluring. He was warm, comforting and Siya's closest friend among his protectors.

Kaed turned his eyes down, catching the King staring at him. Siya flushed and before he turned he caught Kaed's taunting smile. His heart beat had picked up erratically, his throat tight as he quickly went around to the front of his horse and took the reigns. He tied the beast to the nearest tree and tried hard not to look in Kaed's direction.

"Just beyond here is the Shrine. We should hurry through, I'm sure Lady Celeste is waiting for us as it is nearing the time to be there," the young King announced, looking up through a break in the canopy above him. The stars were getting brighter as night settled in further. Siya took the lead, bringing his companions through the thick brush and trees. It was a lushes forest, beautiful in more than one way and far enough from any prying eyes or well traveled roads.

This place was where the Kings held most of their meetings should they ever all need to be contacted for one reason or another. Siya, naturally, knew the exact way to get to the small clearing where the Shrine was. As he broke through the thick greenery, his eyes were met by Lady Celeste and her troupe already there, just as he suspected. Off in the distance, he could hear another group rummaging through the forest as well and could only assume that is was Lord Byre and his protectors.

Siya offered her a smile and bowed to her. Kaed followed suite and offered quick, sharp, glances to the other protectors as a silent order for them to do the same. Siya straightened and looked up at the Shrine nestled in the far side of the clearing. The woods were slowly beginning to take it over, vines wrapping up the large pillars of the small structure. The stone was dark with years of elemental wear against it. However, it still kept its alluring beauty and power. Siya could feel it eminating from the center of the Shrine, a small square hole where offerings were usually burnt.

"My Lady," Siya offered to her as he stepped in closer to the shrine and the King of Air, or rather, Queen as she prefered, "I assume you know of the Water Kings death. Once Lord Byre is here, I would like to propose a means of finding a new King," he stated simply, trying to keep it short and too the point as to not waste time, but also to assert that he had plans of his own as well.

Hebi

The woods were cool, dark and inviting for a being such as himself. They'd left the Earth Kingdom and had made their way to the meeting place, only stopping once. Hebi, all the while, kept his smile to himself. Of course, he didn't have much to be smiling about as he had only heard portions of what his King and Eugene had talked about, but it was still amusing none-the-less.

The trees were getting thicker as they moved and Hebi knew then that they were much closer to the Shrine then. It would only be a matter of minutes before they were at the meeting. The meeting. How dull, Hebi thought to himself, loosing the amused smile for just a moment. He had better things to do and more interesting ideas to say the least.

No matter. As long as he didn't have to do much, then it wasn't a problem. He followed his King as they broke through the brush, entering the Shrine.

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Celeste, Emrys, and Tien

The Shrine of Aridea stood at the center of Lastra and had stood there for—by scholars’ estimates—at least four millennia. What made the Shrine unique in comparison to the other objects from three millennia ago was the fact that it still held all the glamour that it had back when it had first been built—personally, Celeste believed it was as old as the continent itself. A ring of glistening marble pillars stood about thirteen feet high forming a large ring around a circular area. Pairs of pillars were topped by granite creating what appeared as eight gateways leading to the area at the center which was tiled with reflective obsidian. At the center of the shrine was a circular table.

When she was a child, Nicholas MacAvelia had often taken his daughter to the Shrine. He would detail to her wondrous tales of the eldritch lore and ancient civilizations associated with the Shrine—it had always served as an important meeting place, whether it was peaceful meetings or combative ones varied from time to time. The Shrine of Aridea was, actually, one of Celeste’s favorite places in Aridea and she visited on a regular basis.

Today, however, the Shrine wasn’t the first thing on the Princess’ mind. Today was the day when the realization of her dream and her father’s dream would finally begin. At this meeting, Celeste would begin part of an elaborate plan to unite the four elements.

“Princess Celeste?”

“Emrys, how many times have I told you not to call me by titles?”

“Sorry, Princess Celeste,”—she flashed him a glare, which he seemingly ignored—,“I have just received news about the approaching party from the Fire Kingdom and it seems that—”

“Yes, they have another person with them. The Exelves have returned.”

Emrys nodded. He was completely used to the Princess knowing information before he told her—she always seemed to have her ‘sources’. “My lady, perhaps you should reconsider meeting like this.”

“This is the perfect opportunity, Emrys.” She looked at him with a defiant grin, “How could I miss this?”
Freece released another yawn while still giving Aeraki a piggyback ride. His eyes were bordering between the realm of dreams and the realm of darkness. In short, he was quite sleepy and bored out of his mind. The grandeur of the Shrine did not help to invigorate his senses. Instead, he was getting impatient from all the waiting since the other Royalties seemed to take the scenic route.

She turned to the other Protectors, “Guys, we have a guest of the Fire King coming; she is one of the Exelves. I would like you all to behave in her presence—I won’t have you terrorizing Prince Siya’s guest, no matter what your instincts tell you. Is that clear—Aeraki and Freece?”

"What do I care about some Exelves or whatever it is called? If it's not a dougnut, I don't care."

As if to emphasize his point, Freece finally released his support on Aeraki letting her fall or fly on her own whatever flies her boat. After doing that, he stretched his arms upwards and could feel the rumble of his stomach.
"Anyway, where can I find some breakfast here?"

"If you wait patiently," Shifu Tien suggested, "You will be in for a pleasant surprise. The Shrine of Aridea is an excellent place to meet and, also, to eat!"

Celeste smiled in agreement. The Shrine of Aridea did provide fine cuisine--through some sort of magic. Whenever a meeting convened, a variety of dishes--selected seemingly to the tastes of those present--would shimmer into existence on the center table. It was another one of the wonders of the Shrine.

There was a rustling of branches in the forest. From the corner of her eye, Celeste could see Emry's hand floating to the handle of his sword. She raised a hand to stop him just as the Fire King and his troupe of fire Protectors broke into the clearing. A group of five characters, the King was walking in the lead, a long and dark haired Protector was strutting right beside him--Kaed Kuhti. Trailing close behind the King was a small girl, with wings--the Exelve. There was a young looking girl--a odd aura seemed to emanate from her--Marsali, the demon child. And last was, perhaps, the most ordinary looking Protector the Princess had ever laid eyes on--Aarynn Fletcher.

The Wind Princess studied the group for a moment and took in numerous details.

First of all, there was the odd arrangment which the group traveled in. It seemed as though everyone, aside from the King, was trying to distance themselves from the Exelve. Clearly, she was a new addition to the group and, perhaps, had incurred the jealousy and or hatred of the other Protectors.

They manner in which they walked, with an odd posture, indicated that they had come on horseback--the horses were no where in sight. They must have been left behind when the forest became too thick.

Then, there was the way in which the group carried themselves--they seemed rather exhausted, as if they had recently expended a significant amount of mana. There were several light patches of dirt on his clothes as well as on the clothes of his Protectors--perhaps there had been a skirmish on the way here. And then, Celeste noticed it--a slight hesitation in the King's shoulder. A wound.

Siya offered her a smile and bowed to her. Kaed and Aarynn quickly followed suit, the former casting a glance at the other two Protectors.

The Princess returned the smile and bowed as well.

"My Lady," Siya offered to her as he stepped in closer to the shrine, "I assume you know of the Water King's death. Once Lord Byre is here, I would like to propose a means of finding a new King."

"You assume correctly, Prince Siya. Yes, I have called you here to discuss our next course of action in regards to the Water King." She reached out and, with a bit of magic, blew a leaf off of the Fire King's shoulder--it had been Forest Nymphs that had attacked the Fire troupe. A slight hint of mint filled the air. "But, first, let me tend to your wound."

She reached into Amalthea, the enchanted pouch strapped to her right thigh and produced a small vial containing a brownish liquid. "This is Amrita--sometimes called Ambrosia," she explained, uncapping the vial. "It will heal you very quickly, though, it may sting a bit at first." She put several drops onto her index finger and indicated his wound, silently asking if he would let her apply the medicine.

Another group broke into the forest--Earth King Byre's men.

Celeste smiled. "I believe it's about time to get our meeting started."

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Byre Cress DelaCroiw
The Shrine of Aridea - Meeting of Rulers


The rest of the journey was more to say a humdrum. Assassinations, attacks, common thievery and the such never occurred or loomed over Byre even once. Somehow, it was a bit of disappointing in his opinion. After all, it was not too often that he manages to leave the domains of his kingdom. Yet, there had been little inputs along the way as he traveled with his chosen Protectors. The twisting conversations with Eugene, the fleeting observations towards Hebi, and his last protector who entertains him through silence. It was a conundrum of eccentricities that he appreciated in different ways.

"Master, they have already arrived."

Radiating within his consciousness, Telius' conjecture brought the Young King to the reason for this sudden walk out of his realm. The odd familiar was still lounging on top of Byre's shoulder as if it was a charming nest of softness. It seemed that the Wind and Fire Rulers had arrived at the Shrine of Aridea. As such, there was no need for him to linger around in such a relaxing pace. He had only done so in respect to the pride of the Wind Princess who always desired being on time. Adding to that, he did like the idea of being waited upon. It is one of the many luxuries of being late and awareness of the time.

"And so did we."

After stating that, Byre walked through the bushes that had gratefully parted to give way to the Earth King. His clothes reflected his status and rather militaristic qualities of his dominion. He wore white collared shirt with a blue necktie overlapped with a black vest which was covered by an opened military jacket with gold stripes at the end of its sleeves matched by a pair of black pants, half gloves on his hands, and combat boots on his feet. Upon the jacket, there were respective medals and badges some connected intricately by lithe silver chains. It fitted his form perfectly and not a speck of dust or leaf could be seen on his person. He was a vision and without a doubt inherited his father's intimidating yet good looks.

"Greetings Lady Celeste." Byre offered accompanied by a cordial bow to the female King who would without a doubt take another step in this three-way game of chess or even perhaps there were more players than he could conclude.

"I extend them also to you Lord Siya." In this regard, Byre only offered a courteous nod of the head. He had took notice the brief scent of magic that pilfered the winds, the touch of cinnamon and the allure of the forest nymphs.

"You seemed to have trouble on the way Fire King. It is good to know you are still here with us."

The string of words that Byre spoke had no specific tone of sympathy or concern. One could say it was rather empty and dull as if spoken only through the lore of politeness. This was only evident more to his rather apathetic expression as he slightly observed Siya's condition. His eyes also transferred to the Fire King's chosen Protectors.

"It is a pleasing thought that you have reliable protectors with you. Keep them well."

There was a seemingly underlying meaning to those word that its depth has yet to be seen. After saying that, Byre's eyes made a passing glance to a specific guest in the Fire Crew. The sense of a tainted being emitted from the frail form of a girl. He had read about such a creature once in a passing whim. It seemed that the world still have many secrets to be revealed to him. Knowing such concoction, the Earth King only spared a second worth glance to his protectors. He expected them to behave or his temperament would not only be limited to mere chaining them to the wall. It was delivered with the subtle serious intent within those greenish-blue eyes of his that seemed to glow.

As if to emphasize this, Telius who was still on Byre's shoulder delivered his words through the mind of the Earth Protectors in complete secrecy to the others present.

"Bad servants shall be punished. Will you be able to be good little protectors? I highly doubt it."

While the mental charade was going on, Byre once more looked at the Wind Princess and her retinue once she was done healing the wounded Fire King.

"Shall we begin then? The matters to be discussed are of great concern after all. The Balance and The Future are on the agenda as they always have."

Without further ado, Byre lead the way knowing full well his protectors would follow to where the Center Table laid. However, the Earth King stopped before the entrance and gestured for the Wind Princess to enter first. After all, he still have his trained and innate manner to consider in such instances.

"After you, Lady Celeste."

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#, as written by Igari
She woke up again, not having remembered falling asleep in the first place. Huh? What was.. going on? Aeraki shot up, wings fluttering behind her in slight disarray as she tried to figure out precisely where she was and why the hell the cracks in the walls were partially disjointed and not even straight! Terra and earth combined, that was really annoying, look at all those jagged shapes and--oh, wait, something smelled funny. She wobbled unsteadily on her feet as she gazed around, sniffing her hands. What was that scent? HMMMM. The confusion. It increased. And then it hit her, much like many of the things that she forgot only to recall later--she had been on Fleece's back! That was why she smelled kind of like furry sheep. Well, not really but it was better to assume that she did than know what he actually smelled like. Wait, where was Fleece anyway? Had he gone bah-bah-sheep and realized his true place among the flock of said animal?!

She had to save him--he wasn't ready to join his kin--oh hey, what were all those people doing over there?

Concern for Fleece vanished on the spot as she took a few steps forward, easily growing bored of walking and letting her wings flutter a bit faster to allow her to levitate off the ground. Whoa. Where had they all come from...? She was pretty sure she wasn't sniffing the water off her pen brush... She had made that mistake some years back and had been delirious for days. (In other words, very attentive and incredibly focused) That was terrible! So much vivid detaaaaaail... Okay, so they weren't some phantoms of her mind. That had to mean they were real. Not that she'd think of such retarded looking people anyway--seriously, that dude with the red hair and stupid look on his face wasn't anything she'd ever deign to imagine. And that other dude with the eyepat--OH THAT WAS KANANANAN. Ahem, she knew that!

She was only looking at all these people because there was really nothing else to do--oh whoa, that little chick with the stuffed animals, was she ripping them to shreds? That was pretty cool. Like, really cool. Aeraki was already making plans to hang out with this girl after the meeting, clearly she knew what was up when it came to having fun. She paused, was that speaking going on? Ohhhhh, this was a meeting... How. Terribly. Boring. That edge of her brush looked pretty sharp... or she could draw herself a knife... to end the suffering of such terrible--then something caught her eye. To be more specific, someone. Aeraki stopped her mental rambling and her orange orbs swiveled over to a man partially hidden by shadows and possessing a rather snake-like stare. It wasn't really his looks that caught her attentions or even his speech, for she kind of tuned out what everyone was saying anyway.

It was his scent. He carried it with him, the scent of that terrible mar upon the beauty of the earth. She wrinkled her nose in absolute disgust and tilted her chin upwards, crossing her arms over her chest. Aeraki proceeded to sit cross-legged mid-air, lashes falling over her eyes in a half-lidded fashion as she puffed up her cheeks in discontent. What was he doing carrying it's scent with him? And why would he be associating with it anyway? It had been some years since their last interaction, in fact, Aeraki didn't like to linger on the details of when. Suffice to say it hadn't been long enough since the last meeting and for sure she could wait at least a century more for the next one.

For once, she fell to a sort of posture regarding brooding, a rare mood to settle across one such as her. The fae was discontent to say the least but wasn't about to voice her suspicions or start throwing accusations around. Maybe she was mistaken. But then again, she rarely was. She had an artist's sense about these things after all. Pah. This meeting needed to be over really soon.

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Marsaili pulled a face. Why was everyone so boring? Not even poking at Kaed's (obvious) attraction to Siya seemed like fun.


Well, not when the Herby guy was taking all the good jibes. That guy seemed to suck. Although it was rather fun. Marsaili groaned loudly and poked at Kaed's shoulder with the handle of her sword.


"Heeeeey. Heeeeeeeey, Kaaaaaaaaed. Pssst. Kaed. Hey. Hey Kaed. Psssssst." Marsaili mock whispered, her orange eyes bright and playful.


Kaed turned to the incessant pestering of the young child who poked him, "What is it! Marsaili!?" He nearly shouted at her, though his voice was clipped. Between her and Hebi, the normal Protector who always seemed to have a good hold on his anger, had just about lost it completely. Though he had to say, watching Lord Byre drag Hebi by the hair was almost satisfying, made better had Kaed done it himself.


Marsaili blinked and drew away from the yells. Demon she may be but being shouted at was never fun for any child.


"Sorry. I just wanted someone to talk to..." Marsaili looked down at her teddy and poked the loose stuffing a little before wriggling away from the other Protector. It wasn't her fault if she was bored! Demons get bored super easy! Like, she had once gotten so bored, she decided to sink this big ship. It was a super big one and was all "insinkable".

Hey, when anything had a few holes screwed out, it went down. And that wasn't easy stuff to drill out either.


Marsaili made a face as she thought about who else she could bother but realised only Kaed would tolerate her and he wasn't too forgiving right now. So she was stuck. The hellspawn sighed heavily, glaring a little at Kaed. She couldn't blame him though. He was being bullied about something really important to him. But still! It wasn't very nice.


Kaed sighed heavily immediately regretting losing his temper. Even though he'd scolded the girl plenty of times before, he'd never yelled at her like he did right then. Sheathing his sword which was originally intended to be sheathed in Hebi's chest, he turned and knelt down in front of Marsaili who was currently glaring at him. Yeah, he deserved that.


"I'm sorry Marsaili," he replied softly, he reached out and gently patted the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair slightly and smiled at her, "What did you wish to talk to me about?"


Marsaili squirmed under the Proctector's gaze. Nobody really asked her stuff like that. She was more of an interjecter than a conversation starter. Although, something had been preying on her mind.

"Who are all those guys and how come you know 'em?" The demon asked, her small face furrowing. She hadn't met any of these guys before. But she was a rather new Protector and had never really ventured around Lastra. She wasn't there to sight see after all. But still, it intruiged her to no end. Who were these people? And why did Kaed hate Mister Herby so much? Sure he was...frustrating (Marsaili didn't think so but Kaed was a little sensitive, obviously) but why all the hate?


Kaed smiled at her warmly and shifted his body to a better position in order to talk to her and maintain eye level. He sat down, one leg lifted up revealing the black pant beneath the long robe like dress that fit his frame. The split ends of the robe fell away, off to the side and he shifted again so that the other leg was underneath the risen one.


"I met them a long time ago. The only one's I don't know much about are the new ones. Hebi was a protector to Lord Byre's father, and his father before. Eugene was once a Lair to an old country some years ago, but he started serving as a Protector soon after Lord Byre took over from his fathers death.


"Freece, well... Freece has always been the same, a man who is easily distracted by things and has no real care for anything else." Marsaili giggled at this. This Freece guy sounded like a few demons she knew, Aza and Zale. The little mischeif makers where her partners in crime back home. She was obviously the brains of that operation. She had to say, she missed them. She missed hell. "Then there's Celeste's protectors, Aeraki has been with her since Celeste began her reign, a unique creature who posses a special skill over the winds. Watch her carefully some time Marsaili, I think you'll find what she does interesting.

"Then there's Kanan. I don't know much about him, he is very new, much like yourself. However, I get the feeling that he's worthy to be a Protector and will do everything in his power to protect Celeste. Finally there's us and you know all about that," he sighed heavily and looked up through the canopy of tree limbs over head, "I knew the Water King and his well too..." he muttered softly but didn't indulge in anything more.


Marsaili looked Kaed dead in the eye and frowned a little. She wondered what that meant if he knew that Watery guy. Was he sad? The hellspawn cautiously patted Kaed's knee and gave him a tiny shy smile. Well, that's what people did to make others feel better, right?


"Uh huh, I know you," Marsaili poked her fellow Protector's chest lightly and grinned, "and Flynn, the late samerai. He is always late. And I said before, where I come from, late means lava." The hellspawn shrugged. "And then there's me too." She grinned again before lifting her teddy.


"And Mister Smiles too! He's my Protector. My daddy gave me him. So he can be Siya's sub-protector, OK? Cos if he's protecting me and I'm protecting the King, it works!"


The girls touch on his knee was a surprise and he looked down at her, crimson gaze widened in shock at her action. She replied to him in a matter-of-factly tone and he smiled in return, a slight laugh coming from him as she poked his chest. His gaze shot over to Flynn as Marsaili continued on with how he'd been late early that morning to the meeting with Siya.


He turned to look down at the teddy bear that Marsaili always had with her, it was the first time he'd heard the name of the bear. Or maybe he had been told it, but he hadn't been paying attention. Mister Smiles, hu? Kaed reached out and gently touched one of the bears ears, the fluff around the stitching was coming out so he was careful not to desturb it too much.


"Yes, I think between you and Mister Smile's our dear Siya is in the best hands, don't you think Marsaili?" He started to stand then and that was when the ground rumbled under his feet. Immediately he turned, all thoughts of their conversation gone as a large rock like creature came bursting through the trees. Siya came into sight as well and Kaed's heart leapt as he watched his King jump out right in front of all of the creatures.

"Siya!" Kaed shouted and drew his sword, calling on his fire to leap forth and protect his King


Marsaili leapt to her feet before wincing a little. She still hurt from earlier but as the hell energy was still rather detatched, it would be easier to summon. She clenched her fists and a tall hell hound shaped animal took form in front of her.


"Easier...than I thought it would be!" She giggled quietly, her hand reaching out to grasp Kaed for support. It may have been a little easier bringing this piece of hell up but holding it here? Now that would be a different story. A handful of metal scraps in her pocket disappeared as the demon made her creature charge. The beast of pure darkness collided with the rock creature, causing a gasp to emit from Marsaili.


"Alright, dear, calm your tits. No need to go bashing into that thing, it hurts, ya know?" The hellspawn complained, clutching her side. Stupid hell essance, always so disregarding of the poor demon's health and wellbeing. The form flickered as Marsaili fought to stay alert and focused. Focus was hard to maintain when you had a big old drain on your mind.


A large being came forth from the earth, his form that of dark magic and the air was filled with a certain scent. Sharp sulfur and brimstone filled the area around Kaed immediately after the black dog was summoned. The tall Protector was about to lung into the fight as well, but a tug on his clothing took his attention.


Looking down, he spotted Marsaili's small hand gripping the side of his robe tightly. She leaned towards him, her lips moving as she said something that he didn't quite catch. She doubled over slightly, her other hand snaking over to grip her side and Kaed dropped down next to her. Wraping his arm around her, he pulled her against him and stayed there, covering her as she controlled her summoned creature.


Several of the twig like creatures limbered over to him and Kaed ground his teeth in irritation. The fire wall he'd sent to Siya moments ago had taken much of his energy so he needed another sacrifice. Reaching into his pocket with his hand that was around Marsaili he felt a couple of rings there. He invoked the power to change them into energy and he felt the power rushing through him.


Fire erupted from the tip of his blade and he allowed it to lung forward off the steel's tip and engulf each tall twig figure. The creatures went up in flames in a matter of seconds and waved their spindly arms around giving off a high pitched, inhuman shriek. A growling sound got his attention and he spun around to face the next opponent. It was a wolf like creature formed from vines. The wolf-thing bristled and arched forward it's back. From the back of the thing, it released a dozen sharp vines at them.

Kaed pulled his sword back around them, dragging Marsaili to the other side so he could better sheild her. His blade cut through the vines as they shot at him, a few getting through and cutting into his arms and exposed back, "Focus on the rock, Marsaili," he told her as he fought off the attack, "If you need more energy, there are more sacrifices in my pocket. Take the dagger if you need," he managed to get out as he struggled to free his sword from the vines wrapping around it. An eruption of fire did the trick, and he continued with slicing.


Marsaili exhaled deeply as she forced herself to focus. Her huge animal like thing reared up and roared. A sweat broke out over the little girl's forehead and she burrowed into Kaed for protection. The demon knew pretty well that if something went after her, she'd be doomed. The large demon threw itself at the rock creature, causing a tiny gasp to fall from Marsaili's lips. She clutched Kaed's side tightly and sighed harshly.


The beast snarled and its huge jaws snapped around the rocky beast. The hell hound jumped back and growled darkly. A few wolf-fox vine creatures launched themselves onto the hell animal. Marsaili let out a weak cry and started swatting at her back in desperation.


"Shhh, get away, get off me..." She whined as she fought to hold the huge beast of energy. The being seemed unconcerned of his demon's problems and slashed his claws through the vines. The flora shriveled up on contact with hell. Suddenly, Marsaili's concerntration broke and her beast faded into nothing. A quick slash across her back forced the little girl to her knees. She fell almost limp, her hands torn away from Kaed's robes. A shrill scream grabbed the other Protector's attention as the hellspawn was ripped away from his side by a gang of vine foxes. She wriggled, too tired to do any real damage. Marsaili's demonic qualities fell away and revealed a scared little girl underneath. She let out another scream as one of the monsters slashed across her stomach, slicing neatly through the skin.


"Kaed! Siya! DAD! Help me!" Marsaili cried out, trying to crawl against the things dragging her away. The vine creatures carried on their attack, biting and scratching at the hellspawn who had almost no strength left. She didn't have any magic anyway. She had used the last of her sacrifices earlier and was much too tired to gather up any form of protection from hell. She was completely at the mercy of the animals.


"Someone, please!"


Her scream caught Kaed's attention and he whirled around as he lost her from his grip. He lunged forward, desperate to get her back but missed entirely and instead failed to protect himself. The vine wolves lunged at him and several of the nasty things cut deep into Kaed's shoulder, back and legs. Unable to move, pinned as he was, he couldn't get to her. Twisting around he concentrated his efforts on freeing himself before he was further injured.


Siya whirled around as he heard the high pitched scream. He watched in horror as Marsaili was ripped from Kaed's grasp. The vine wolves tore into her without mercy and she was terrified. The Fire King wasted no time as he pulled away from his own fight and sprinted towards her. Already he was preparing his magic to burn away the vines that tore into her.


As he rushed to her, he spotted the Wind Princess' protector turning at the same time. It was the younger, newest protector who had turned. His one bright blue eye widened in shock at the sound of Marsaili's wails. Without a thought it seemed, Kanan brandished his sword and a rush of wind blades tore through the area, sending with it a calming smell of chamomile.


The wind blades cut through several of the vine wolves just as Siya's fire erupted over the group and burned them to ash. Kanan continued his attack, turning to where Kaed's form was being overwhelmed by vines. Wind blades slashed and cut into the thickests parts. Siya dropped next to Marsaili and pulled her close to him.


"Marsaili? Hey, hold on, ok? You'll be just fine," he told her as he looked over her wounds. Across from him Kaed was freed from his prison. A mixture of wind attacks and his own explosion of fire was what did the trick. Kaed slowly crawled from where he'd been trapped and looked over Siya's shoulder.


The large rock formation was going on a rampage and his current target seemed to be the bulk of the group. Kaed was too tired to continue fighting, and he also knew that Marsaili was in no shape to do much about it either. Siya caught Kaed's gaze and turned to look over his shoulder.


The young King gasped as the rock beast tore at the ground in preparation for a charge. Siya pulled Marsaili up into his grip and moved out of the way as quickly as he could. The beast tore through the area and hit a couple of trees before stopping. Turning to look over his shoulder Siya shouted to the others, "Help me kill this thing!" After calling out he starting building up on his power, the more fire he could produce, he thought that he could at least melt the beast down.


Marsaili's orange eyes widened and she let out a wail as the rock formation charged again. She was starting to get familiar with the thing's attack. Run, charge and go through anything in its path. In her panic, the demon burrowed into her King and cried out for the one person she knew would help.

"Daddy. Please!" She whimpered and almost instantly, a calming feeling of hell washed over her. The child's muscles relaxed as the comforting growls of pure hell hounds spitting fire filled her ears. Her daddy didn't seem too pleased and was giving her a bit of a helping hand in killing the thing that tried to hurt his baby girl. Combined with Siya's fire, she felt comfortable in the thing's demise. The blast of heat showering her back told her that the rock beast was slain. All the energy slipped away from her and her eyelids fell shut as she let the tiredness claim her. Before she fell unconcious, she mumbled to Siya quietly.


"What even were those things, Siya? And why did they wanna hurt us?"

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Hebi Irikisha

His King dragged him some ways away from the meeting, Celeste's voice carried through the woods after them and despite his position, Hebi grinned maliciously. Soon enough, he was released from Lord Byre's grip and he stumbled, falling down to the earth on hands and knees. He stayed there, unwilling to get up and have his King take him back down to the ground again. Instead, he bowed his head to Byre and let his dark hair fall over his face, hiding his grin.

"Once, we returned to the Castle. I will have the armies mobilized to strike at the Fire and Wind Kingdom. Furthermore, we will seek the Water King. Eugene. Hebi. Nes. Your place is by my side. Do not ever forget this."

"My lord," Hebi said softly in reply.

“Yes sir. Get up you disgrace, we’re moving out,” the voice belonged to Eugene who kicked the earth Protector hard in his ribs. Hebi fell over from the attack and gripped his ribs with one hand. He looked up at the tall Lare through dark strands of hair. One eye was closed tightly from the burning in his side, but the other one stared steadily upwards at the man. Hebi responded with a cruel smile curving along his lips. Slowly he got to his feet and brushed himself off.

"Did that remind you of your time as a Lare? Wonder how your citizens dealt with such a vicious and cruel ruler. Perhaps you should take lessons from our Lord Byre. At least then the only thing you'd have to worry about is your enormously large ego!" Hebi snapped back, but made sure to keep a good distance from Eugene. Should they fight right then, not only would Lord Byre deal out harsh punishment to them, but they'd also lose their chance at getting a head start to find the water King. Ah, the Water King. Hebi's green eyes flickered with an odd light, his tongue snaked out to lick at his lips before he turned and followed obediently after Lord Byre.

Siya Ukomo

"What even were those things, Siya? And why did they wanna hurt us?" Marsaili's voice was soft as she slowly lost consciousness. Siya glanced down at her and pulled her close to his body. He cradled the small girl in his arms as he released his fire upon the charging rock creature. His eyes were narrowed in concentration as the fire exploded from him. In the split second before the flames engulfed the rock, he spotted one of Celeste's protectors lift into the air and launch a... dragon? at the rock creature. Never-the-less, the dragon creation tore the rock in half and helped to aid his flames in melting it down.

Once the dragon was finished, it went off and began destroying other creatures that had seemingly risen up from the forest. Siya sighed heavily, his breath short. He leaned over Marsaili's unconscious form and watched her sadly. She would need some healing very soon, the best that he could do was to stop the bleeding. Reaching down he ignited his hand and ran it over the worst of her wounds. Her being unconscious made things easier, though he still winced inwardly. The poor girl was going to be in so much pain later on.

"I don't know, Marsaili," he whispered to her though he knew she couldn't hear him at that point. He turned his head and caught sight of Kaed who was kneeling on one leg, his sword held tightly in one hand and his gaze flicking about the area for any stragglers. The Protector turned and looked upon his King, then got to his feet and made his way over to the young Fire Lord. Kaed dropped down next to Siya and looked at Marsaili with a frown.

"Will she be alright?"

"She will, I've stopped the bleeding, she just needs to be healed," Siya answered and closed his eyes tiredly. However, he forced himself to get some semblance of strength and energy. The fight was over with, short and quick as it was. Even so, he was tired after having expended so much energy to take out the bulk of the enemy and the large rock entity. He looked up at Kaed who wrapped an arm around Siya's shoulders and hugged him tightly.

"You're alright?"

"Fine, Kaed. You're in worse shape then me," Siya pointed out, eyeing the multiple places where Kaed was bleeding from. His Protector only offered him a smile and stood up slowly. Kaed sheathed his sword and offered his hands out to take Marsaili. Siya stood up and gave her over to him. Turning, Siya looked to the other Protectors and Lady Celeste.

"I don't know what you plan to do, Lady Celeste, but I still plan to find the King of Water. I have a feeling that no matter what enemies may be following us, they may already be several steps ahead of us in finding him. If we find him, we can protect him until he's given his orb. There's no way we can find the orb, we've not the power to do that. Only the Water King can. I'll be on my way once Marsaili has been healed in the village not far from here. If you wish to accompany me, I'll gladly welcome you and your protectors. I could use all the help I can get."

Siya looked to Flynn and Kaed before nodding his head in the direction that he wished to head in. The nearest village was a couple hours away and if they retrieved their horses, they could be there even sooner. Besides, their horses had more supplies than what Siya had right at that moment. Bandaging the wounded Marsaili was first on his mind.

Kanan Thiyer

He finished off the last of the walking twigs and a couple more of the wolf like vines that lunged at him. His blade swung continuously, sometimes sending out waves of wind blades, other times just cutting straight through by the swords edge. He twisted around and launched another pass of magic at the approaching enemy, tossing them backwards. Kanan wasted no time and finished them off with a final attack of wind blades, the sound of sharpened air cutting through branches filled his area of the fight.

Then it was all over. He glanced around, taking count of the bodies of the elemental's and who was injured if any on his side. He was happy to see that his Queen was just fine as she was hovering up in the air. Off a distance away, Siya stood with his Protectors. It seemed that the girl had taken quite a blow and even the tall one named Kaed seemed to be injured just as well. Siya, though, looked unharmed. Kanan felt relief at that notion, but felt bad for the Protectors, especially the unconscious girl in Kaed's arms.

He listened to the exchange of words from Siya to his Queen before sheathing his weapon and looking around once more. Siya began making his way to where they'd come into the forest earlier. It was obvious he was heading back to where they'd left their horses or whatever means of travel they'd used to get to the Shrine. Kanan spotted Aeraki and started making his way to her. She was inspecting one of the elemental's quite closely so he leaned over her shoulder, his single pale blue eye narrowing in on what she was looking at.

"Different kind of magic than I've seen before," he muttered to her. His eye flicked up to look at her, to see if she would confirm his suspicion, "I think it's safe to say that Byre and his group did not intend this fight. Which leaves the question of who did..." he pondered this on his own, leaving Aeraki's side to look to his Queen.

Dropping down to one knee, he placed one fist on the ground and bowed his head to her, "My Lady, forgive me, but I think that Lord Siya is correct in going after the Water King. We should find him first before Lord Byre or anyone else does. Offering him protection is, in my mind, the best course of action," he offered to her gently. He wasn't entirely sure why, but it just seemed that he should tell her about his agreement. Even if she disagreed, he would still follow her orders unquestioningly. However, it still felt right to go and try to find the Water King first.

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"... corruent coram vobis. Prodiit, qui obscurus est terra. Tolle forma, resurge, et fac sicut vos es iube!"

A tree shriveled up and withered as the last words departed from Diavel’s purple tongue and drained the tree of the last of its mana. It collapsed into a heap of bark, vines, leaves and branches. Twenty-three, an inauspicious number, the sorcerer thought to himself with a smile. The pile exploded as an earth elemental doppelganger formed itself and raced off to join its brethren at the Shrine of Aridea.

Diavel had to resist the urge to run off after the beast. In the distance, the sounds of combat could be heard—the pinging of rock against metal, the cries of war, the bass of explosions. Part of Diavel—a really large part—wanted nothing more than to go and join the chaos but the other part of him kept him back. It is all part of the greater plan. We must cooperate with Hebi to accomplish our ultimate goals. The sorcerer felt a wave of annoyance crawl up his throat. About a month ago, the dark-haired Protector had approached Tarean and Diavel with the proposal and plan to obtain the four elemental orbs. The Protector had acted as if the idea had been solely his own. Diavel snorted at the thought. Such a pathetic arrogant fool. The fate of the orbs had been decided long ago—long before even the Aridean civilization.

The sorcerer gritted his teeth and had just been about to summon another elemental when, suddenly—with a slurp—, his feeling of annoyance was gone. In its place was an emptiness—void of all emotion. He found that he actually missed the feeling.

There was a yawn from beside him. “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Tarean noted.

Diavel shrugged impassively. He was still feeling the numbness of having one’s emotion sucked away.

“Though,” the han’ruun continued with a tone of sarcasm, “I was wondering: You know not all of the Protectors and their Kings are as retarded as they’ve led us to believe, right?”

“Oh, I am very aware,” the sorcerer answered with a cruel laugh. “It’s no fun having an experiment with stupid test subjects.” He turned to the sky, looking at the stars. “Come Tarean, I believe it is time that we went hunting for the next Water King,” Diavel said with an enthusiastic tone. It had been a long time since they had seriously been hunting for anyone. Perhaps the next few months would be interesting ones.

From the Shrine of Aridea, a screech echoed through the night signaling the death of another elemental. Diavel scoffed but, even as he did so, a hateful upward curl crept onto his dark lips. “Intelligent little rats.”

Emrys


There was the pinging of rock against metal as Emrys dashed in front of the Princess of the Winds to deflect another attack from an Earthen Elemental. As the collision pushed him backwards, the butler got a good look at the creature. This one had the figure of a bear and the complexion of a tree—sharp rocks formed razor like claws and long branches made up the creature’s rib cage. Between the branches of the rib cage, the knight caught a glimpse of purple—a activated rune. “Princess Celeste,” he called, “there is a rune on the Ele—.”

“Already on it,” came a reply from directly behind him. Two knives layered in a greenish aura flew out and curved towards the bear-like Elemental’s chest. One cut a branch in half before flying away and the second slipped straight through the opening into the Elemental. There was a sound like shattering glass and the purple glow from the Elemental’s chest disappeared. The lifeless heap of mana-less nature fell to the ground with a crunch.

Seventeen, Emrys counted. Of that seventeen, he had fought a total of eight and slain four of the eight. He glanced around the battlefield with stoic eyes. A dragon—smaller than what one might expect of a dragon—sped through the air, cutting down an Elemental not too far to his right. Aeraki was floating nearby, paintbrush in hand, directing her colorful creation. To his left, there was a flash of green and red as Freece smashed through a rock elemental utterly pulverizing the beast in the process. From the corner of his eyes, Emrys could see the Fire King crouching over his young-looking Protector who had taken a beating during the battle. A pang of pity pulled on the butler’s heart. Then, he noticed the black-haired Fire Protector walking over towards the group.

“Emrys!” Celeste called. The collected group of the Fire King and two Fire Protectors had caused a huge opening in their lines. Already, two Elementals had found the opening and were dashing through.

The butler was already sprinting towards the collected group. There isn’t enough time!

Aarynn Fletcher


Fortunately, Flynn had seen the opening as well and, unlike Emrys, had been much closer to the two invading Elementals. The fiery haired Protector raised his left hand and swiped it through the air in one fluid motion. Two ovals of yellow whistled through the air towards the rock and wood creatures.

Unfortunately, the Fire Protector’s mana had been running low and the first oval had taken most of his remaining spare mana. The first missile struck its target in an explosion of orange and yellow—obliterating the Earthen Elemental. The second wasn’t nearly as effective. It splashed against the wooden creature with a flash of flames but did nothing but ignite the creature. The Elemental didn’t seem to notice the fire and continued straight towards Flynn.

The Protector groaned wearily and readied his sword for another direct engagement. Much to his relief, the Elemental didn’t make it into Flynn’s melee range. Two knives, glowing with a green aura, shot past him and struck the Elemental square in the chest. The creature fell apart before it could even touch the ground.

In an instant, the Princess of the Winds and her butler were standing beside Flynn, making sure that none could reach the Fire King and the other Protectors. Flynn looked over at Marsaili, who Siya was holding closely. Personally, he had never been too close to the other Protector and had even, at times, found a distaste for her. Seeing her like this, though, made him see her in a slightly different perspective—despite being a demon, she was also a child.

“What were those things, Siya? And why did they wanna hurt us?” she asked softly.

The Fire King sighed, as he attempted to heal her. “I don’t know Marsaili
”

Celeste MacAvelia


The Princess of the Winds stood quietly over the group. She was taking in whiffs of air, trying to identify the aura of the Elementals. They were Earthen Elementals—it was all too easy to simply place the blame upon Byre and his Protectors. Celeste shook her head. There was only one thing that she was certain of: “It wasn’t Byre and his men. There are absolutely no traces of their scents on these Elementals. The person—or persons—who did this is pretty smart, trying to set us upon each other’s throats.”

Standing beside her, the Fire Protector, Aarynn Fletcher, nodded in agreement. “It must be the people who already have the Water Orb.”

Upon the topic of the Water Orb, Siya turned to look at the other Protectors and Celeste. "I don't know what you plan to do, Lady Celeste, but I still plan to find the King of Water. I have a feeling that no matter what enemies may be following us, they may already be several steps ahead of us in finding him. If we find him, we can protect him until he's given his orb. There's no way we can find the orb, we've not the power to do that. Only the Water King can. I'll be on my way once Marsaili has been healed in the village not far from here. If you wish to accompany me, I'll gladly welcome you and your protectors. I could use all the help I can get". His eyes betrayed a stubbornness and refusal to listen to other reasoning. Without another word, the Fire King and his Protectors stood and began to walk in the direction of the aforementioned village.

Aarynn looked back at the Princess of the Winds and her Protectors with a smile. The Princess kindly returned his smile and Emrys gave him a nod of approval. With a thumbs up, the Fire Protector turned and walked off.

Just then, Kanan walked up and dropped to one knee, bowing to Celeste. The princess shook her head and bade him to stand up—the time for formalities was not this time. War was at hand. She raised her gaze, looking around at the destruction wreaked upon the sacred grounds of the Shrine of Aridea. The Shrine itself was untouched. “This alliance is important, but I am unsure if we can risk leaving our kingdom with Byre preparing for an attack.”

“A good defense provides for a good offense,” Emrys noted. “Perhaps, we should pull back and organize ourselves before making our next maneuver.”

“Time is of the essence now. We must decide our next move now.”

Kanan spoke, slightly surprising the Princess. “My Lady, forgive me, but I think that Lord Siya is correct in going after the Water King. We should find him first before Lord Byre or anyone else does. Offering him protection is, in my mind, the best course of action.”

For a few seconds, there was no response.

The butler looked at Celeste, “Princess?”

Slowly, but certainly, the Princess of the Winds nodded. “You are right, Kanan. Whoever was responsible for this attack is sure to be going after the potential Water King as we speak—his safety is of the utmost importance.” Turning to Emrys, she grinned. “I believe it’s time we began the next phase of our goal.”

The butler nodded with a slight curl to his lips. “Freece, Aeraki,” he called. “It’s time to go, we will be accompanying the Fire King and his Protectors to the nearest village—following that, we begin the search for the potential Water king.”

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Siya Ukomo, Kaed Kuhti and Kanan Thiyer

Siya carried Marsaili's unconscious body, his horse moving quickly as they left the forest behind. He was glad to have Celeste's help as she too followed them, using the air as their way of transport. He had wrapped Marsaili's wounds as best he could and then put her up on his horse. He wished to get to the town as soon as possible and get her treated. The sooner they did that the better.

"How is she?" Kaed asked, pulling his horse up next to Siya. The black haired protector looked tired, his body battered from the fight earlier. He was wrapped up in bandages as well and Siya was worried about him too. Kaed had lost quite a bit of blood, much like Marsaili.

"She's alright, but I want to get there as fast as we can. You need treatment as well."

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Siya frowned but didn't answer to that. Kaed always said that. He adjusted his hold on the reigns as well as his hold on the small girl. Holding her steady, he pushed the horse to a faster run. The town wasn't too far, another half hour and they were there. Hopefully there was a healer there. If there wasn't, then he was going to be in trouble with Marsaili and he didn't wish to ask too much more of Celeste. The wind princess had done enough already.

Soon the town came into view and Siya felt his heart lift. He had high hopes as they entered the town, their horses coming to a trot from their galloping across the dirt road. He shot his gaze around the area, trying to find where they could get Marsaili healed. The town was rather busy, people bustling around and doing their own thing. It was well within Siya's territory and as he pulled his horse to a stop, he found that many of the people had noticed his arrival. What had started off as simply a lot of people going about their business, turned into people massing together to greet their King.

"My Lord!" Many called.

"Lord Siya is here!" Others yelled, vying for his attention. Then the whispers came, most were whispers about his being a young King, a boy really. Those he ignored, but the other whispers were about the condition he was in, especially those of his party.

"I need a healer!" Siya yelled out amongst the din of voices. The voices softened at his call and several of the people glanced about themselves unsure of what to do. He shifted his horse and gripped Marsaili tighter, his voice strained as he called again, "A healer! I need a healer!"

"Here," a soft voice answered his and he turned to see who it was. A man and his daughter came forward, the young girl was looking up at Siya with awe in her eyes whilst her elder father smiled warmly, "I'll take you to my home and treat you all there," he offered and started walking to where he'd mentioned. Siya pushed the horse forward and followed.

"Thank you so much, sir."

"No need to thank me, my Lord. It is the least we can do for our King."

Siya blushed lightly and looked over to Kaed who smiled at him in return. Once they reached the house, Siya dismounted and pulled Marsaili down in his arms. He followed the elder man into his home and settled the tiny protector on a cot set out for patients. The man took a seat next to her and lifted the cloth that Siya had tied around her stomach to see the damage. The blood had already soaked through the bandage. The elder man started his work immediately after looking at the wound.

"I'll be a little while, Lila, get me some water," he told his daughter. Lila nodded at her father and left the room quickly. The girl must have been no older than ten. Siya watched her go and then turned back to the elder healer.

"Thank you."

The man only nodded and Siya felt it was time to leave the house so that the healer could work in peace. He walked outside with his protectors following him. He looked over to Celeste and nodded to her.

"Thank you for helping me. We will get started in finding the water King as soon as we can."

"The sooner we do that, the better," Kanan offered. The air protector didn't often speak and so it threw Siya off. The young Fire King looked over to the young man who had an eye patch over one eye.

"I agree, Kanan," Siya replied, his surprise at the protectors voicing his opinion gone then. Kanan was right. Not only did they have Byre after them, but there was also a chance that what had attacked them in the forest was after the new King as well. It would be back if he were caught before they could get to him.

"For now, we should resupply our wares. We'll meet back here in an hour or so," Kaed said, his voice taking on a deep tone which was often heard when he was giving orders to the others back at the castle. Siya flicked his eyes up towards the tall protector and nodded his agreement.

"See you all in an hour," he said and started off to get what he could from the merchants in the small town.

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(post co-written by Butterfly Princess and Qaida)



Somehow, the fallen Tyrfing had now companions to his seemingly endless journey. It was quite an oddity in every sense of the matter. For such a long time, he had avoided any kinds of involvement with another creature except for the interaction for his feeding. As such, he never bothered himself to notice anything else which does not concern him on a personal level. This was much easier as he had no time to take someone under his custody. After all, his hands were already full just from taking care of himself. Despite such reasoning, he had still allowed those people to take the same route as him. Perhaps, it was the void which glaringly presented itself within their eyes. The souls that shall never know the meaning of being whole. An existence that was forever tarnished by a past so irrevocable.

In any case, he had decided to leave his so-called traveling partners for some solitary reprieve which he had experienced every moment of his life. Walking through the small village which was the last one to be seen for the next league of journey, he had allowed the Kitsune and the Flower Child to attend to whatever their needs may be. In his opinion, it would be better for him to leave those two and never be concerned about them despite the contract of debts. He was certain that this was the same thinking those two have. However, the unseen threads of fate would not allow them to part just yet.

So for now, Xenith passed his time by looking around to see what the dilapidated village could offer him. Although, his hopes were lacking in vigor from the very beginning. Chancing upon a lone tree which was near the borders of the town, he had chosen it to be a spot for him to relax. This day in every word was quite mundane and due to that it was rather interesting to be taken noted. Leaning on the trunk, he looked through the quivering leaves that took hold of the blue skies and clouds floating listlessly above. It seemed that moments like this would be limited soon enough. As such, this was completely welcomed as the air around him was being too crowded for his liking. Furthermore, he had noticed that his broken self was getting more fragmented as the hand of time continued to drift away. Even more, everything appeared to be so tedious. As a result, he was getting slightly agitated. However, he had also found some sense of purpose in all of those blurry connections that had been formed. For what reason, he has yet to ascertain.

Unfortunately, his inner monologue was disturbed by the thirst that sent his throat parched which needed of a special crimson liquid. Thinking back on it, he had prevented himself from feeding on anyone even towards the Kitsune he had deemed as his food. The reason still evaded his logic. He could feel the reign on his sanity waning by every second. As such, his senses heightened more than ever to allow him to sense the prey that would satisfy his indispensable craving. A group of men encroaching around him was becoming a pleasant scene to his silver-moon eyes which he caught from the corner of his vision. Closing his eyes, the fight within him did not break the facade of complete apathy and indifference. Sometimes, he wanted to question the fates whether they are cruel or not.

Kanan moved steadily behind his Queen, at the back of the group. His eye darted around, trying to keep a look out for anything out of the ordinary as they passed the little village. His hand gripped his weapon tightly as it was strapped to his hip now, instead of being held in his hand.

He had a tight feeling in his chest, almost as if something was off as they strode along the pathway. Slowly, Kanan began to fall further behind the group, his instincts picking up on something amiss in the air.

"You're not from this town, are you boy?"

The question was heard but it was still ignored all together. To Xenith, the energy required to answer their useless queries was a waste. Moreover, he could also hear some of their brazen declarations in the guise of whispers to one another. They had deemed him loaded with money due to his stature and appearance. Adding to that, they seemed to have taken fancy towards his companions. In such a forsaken village with limited resources for stable livelihood, he knew for a fact that his retinue was a beacon of easy rewards to a good life. Still, he remained immovable from his position. It was clear to him that the men wanted to have a piece of fun in terms of either mugging him or beating him to a pulp. These humans believed that their numbers brought certain victory for such an endeavor, However even if they were a dozen, they will suffer an end that would be most beneficial to him. It was practically killing two birds with one stone as the saying goes.

"Oi! Are you listening? You bas-"

Those words were left incomplete as the one who spoke walked within the easy reach of Xenith. A clawed hand grabbed hold of the said man by the throat who was utterly surprised by such a strong gesture. Doing in all his pathetic strength to persuade the Tyrfing to release him by pulling away from the death grip however, it was a failure all the way. Those eyes of indifference held no care or delicacy in them as the hold tightened without the possibility of mercy. His face of immaculate beauty leaned closer to the man who was now having a hard time to breath as the grip was closing his means of breathing.

"Food is served."

After saying that, no one has enough time to accommodate themselves to the next events that transpired before them. Xenith had bitten down on the man's neck as blood flowed from the gaping hole his fangs had created. The thirst that he had meticulously hid was quickly emerging from the depths of his consciousness. As a result, the man was drained of his blood which served as the Tyrfing's fundamental nourishment. Dropping the now lifeless man on the ground, he licked the corners of his lips which sported some blood drops in a rather sensual manner which brought a terrifying beauty to what he had just done. The men slowly stepped back in utter shock of what just occurred. It seemed that the lone tourist was not a human being to start with. Eyes of silver gazed at the man who had initiated the worthless questions about him.

"You are next."

The smell of blood filled the air. How could Kanan ever forget such a scent? There was too much of it to be a mere accident either. Turning, his single, crystal blue eye searched the small village, but saw nothing. Without a word to those who had gone far ahead of him, he made his way through a small gap between a pair of houses and beyond. There was a large field out behind the two houses, a couple of trees, and then beyond those trees were several men.

It seemed a fight of sorts had broken out, but there was some kind of difference there that told Kanan this was no ordinary fight. Already a few of the men had fallen, a single man seemed to be the villagers' target. He was... intriguing to watch, but at the same time, Kanan felt that he should step in to stop the one sided fight. Who ever that man was, he was much too powerful for the group of dwindling villagers.

He moved quickly to cover the distance, drew his sword and three of the chains that were attached to his person disappeared into blue sparkles of energy as he sacrificed them. The moment he was in range, he swung his sword in three upward arcs. The air vibrated from his attack and took shape as he used the magic. Those sharp, arcing, blades shot across the plain, tearing apart the yellowed grass and whipped right between the men and their target.

A dangerous dance of the wind swept between Xenith and his next course of meal. The breeze which took the form of invincible blades had put him to a stop. A feeling of irritation bloomed inside of him as his feeding was interrupted. One should know proper manners when seeing someone eating. Looking to his side, his eyes of silver chasms took sight of a man who wore an eyepatch on one eye while the other of crystal blue looked at him defiantly. This person dared to be an annoyance for him. Thinking about it, why does it seemed that he had been attracting quite the amount of insufferable people in his midst?

Whatever the case may be, Xenith was not in the mood to tolerate such things. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly that it was almost unnoticeable. It was not until an innocent passing breeze brought a rather intriguing scent that he had believed to be lost in the midst of eternal bondage. Disregarding the villager who had fallen to the ground in fear, the Tyrfing was now in front of the man who dared to attack him. The speed that he did was indistinguishable to the eyes of mere mortals or even to other mythical beings. There was no denying that he was a being that is not of human origins.

Kanan hadn't seen the man move from where he'd been and he took several steps backwards when he was confronted so suddenly. The proximity did nothing to lessen his agitation and immediate regression to defense. With the distance put between himself and the hostile man before him, he raised his large sword, leveling it up at the other with all intent to use the weapon should he need to.

"You. Who are you."

Whether it was meant to be a question, it was not certain for his voice did not bring a tone of such. Instead, it was much like an order as it reverberated a sensation of intimidation and the fragility of nothingness. Xenith easily towered the eyepatch boy as he stood there without any show of clear intentions of what he was about to do next. One thing was for certain, he desired an answer.

"Kanan," he replied coldly, his single eye narrowing. He didn't give any further identification of himself, only inquired upon the man's reasoning for the dead villagers.

"Why did you kill them? They were nothing but villagers..." His voice was stone cold, heavy with disgust and every fiber in his body told him to lash out, to fight back before it was too late.

Without regard to the questions being thrown at his person, Xenith was more attuned to the scent of lingering chamomile that had come from this cyclops of a man. It brought him a certain emotion that had been sealed in the memories of shattered glass. The weapon directed at him did not invoke any kind of apprehension or wariness. Instead, he delicately took hold the tip of blade as if plucking a bug from a withered rose. It was then he pulled it away from the one known as Kanan with great force that would be deemed inhumane in all aspects. After doing so, he grabbed hold of Kanan by his throat and pulled him close. Then, Xenith placed his lips near Kanan's ears as the scent of chamomile only embraced the Tyrfing even more.

In an instant his blade was torn from his grasp and he was left in a state of shock. His eye widened and his mouth dropped open at the sudden loss of his weapon. It was even more startling as the hand wrapped around his throat and held him fast. The man pulled him close and whispered in his ear, sending chills down Kanan's spine.

"How intoxicating you are."

Further to cement that statement as truth, Xenith licked the Kanan's neck where the artery pulsed so lively and wonderful for him. It was done not for affection but due to the sensation of reclaiming of what was lost once.

The feeling of a warm tongue across his skin sent more chills and goosebumps along his skin. He trembled slightly in the man's hold, his teeth ground together as he stood there, simply helpless to the tight hold. He wasn't sure what he should do, if he could do anything at all.

"I wonder what your blood would taste like."

"My...blood..." he asked slowly, slightly confused. Why did he want... blood? Of all things? Kanan finally found that he could move again and gripped the man's wrist that held his throat. He attempted to remove the hand that held him, putting every ounce of muscle into the movement before gripping his arm with both hands.

Admirable. It was the only word that Xenith could describe the feat of removing his grip on Kanan's throat. However, it was also futile in every sense of the word. Yet, he would not deny the pleasure of resistance. After all, it was more fun to rule over someone who has a will than some lifeless puppet. Ignoring the actions of rebellion, he slowly yet gently pierced the fragile skin with his fangs. It was successful to draw blood as it trickled down like a timid nectar of a flower. Even more, its scent was far desirable than all the other ones he had in his existence.

Kanan felt the sharp pressure of the man's teeth against the side of his neck. He flinched, but as his skin was pierced, he felt entirely different. A low gasp escaped him, his head fell back slightly and his eye closed tightly. Even his grip on the man's arm lost all strength. His face heated when he realized that the man holding him was drinking his blood. Even if it was just a little.

However, the Tyrfing was not able to fully satiate the blooming desire to implant his fangs completely on the broken skin. It was due to the sense of a familiar presence nearing his whereabouts. His solitary moment must come to an end now. How disappointing. Releasing Kanan, Xenith instead held the boy's chin so tenderly as if it was a precious stone of great importance. Those silver eyes revealed nothing as it penetrated Kanan's gaze as if devouring his soul.

Then the man with alluring silver eyes pulled away and Kanan felt as if all strength had left him. His breath was irregular as his head fell forward and his eye opened up just enough to see him. Fingers encircled his chin to hold his gaze.

"We shall continue this some other time."

The words spoken to him stirred his heart, a strange feeling coursed through him and he trembled slightly. Continue? Another time? What exactly... Kanan couldn't think straight, devoured by the man's gaze as he was.

"Name... you're name..." Kanan whispered, hoping to keep the man's attention on him if not for a few seconds more.

Releasing his hold on Kanan's chin, the Tyrfing created a much needed distance but not before he heard the rather exhausted whisper of the man who tickled his fancy of a past he had thought to be buried in the dunes of time.

"Xenith."

When it was delivered, Xenith left the area in order to approach the presence that was watching beyond the forest line. Placing one of his clawed finger to his lips, there was still some blood sticking to his nail. The scent was alluring and made the beast inside him bang within its mental cages despite having his hunger satisfied even before Kanan had arrived. Cleaning the tip of his claw which resembled a feline with its finesse and allure, he cannot help but anticipate the next meeting.

"Kanan, until next time."

The moment Xenith released him, he dropped to his knees. His breath was strained as he tried to calm his overly excited body. What was wrong with him? What happened exactly? He couldn't really comprehend it. However, whatever had taken Xenith's attention now had Kanan's. Something, or someone, had come into the vicinity. Was it the group that Kanan had left? Probably, which meant they were looking for him.

Kanan took a deep settling breath, his fingers reaching up and just barely brushing the area where Xenith had bitten him. He wondered when that 'other time' would come. For some odd reason, he wished that it would come sooner rather than later. Standing, Kanan retrieved his sword which was some distance away, and composed himself further before going into the tree line before the village and confronting his companions.