Roses Castle

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Sylvester held the sword and looked upon it like a parent might dote on an infant. Very proudly and almost concerned as he noticed some worse rusting. hardly a well kept sword. He sighed then and looked at the girl who was clearly nervous. There was sweat at her hairline and at that he almost chuckled, his mouth curved up in a smirk though only. Her hands were clinched in tight fists as well, and she had not said a word yet. Mainly gazing at the old sword though he bit down whatever he wanted to laugh at. "It was never intended to be mine. But there is a thing in common the two of us share." He let one finger run the length of the blade. "We both crave bloodshed."

Lythia could feel a drop of sweat slide to her mouth, but she refused to wipe it off or to speak at this moment. Her voice would shake and she was sure it was easy to tell, if not how alarmed, how surprised and shocked the unlocking of this secret had made her. After a few moments, at last, she said something. Her words were not shaky, but they were quiet, whisper like. "What do you want?" It was all she wanted to know. The better to get out of this situation sooner. Even as the night was a great one she did not want it to end with her blood seeping into the ground.
"Same as you..." There was a darkness behind his voice a type of sadness in his eyes. "Freedom."
The sound that replied was a sound of disbelief. "You have all the freedom you could possibly want! It is not my fault you choose to stay here like this. Sure I'd be lonesome but that is hardly reason for you to feel like you have no freedom. Please, do as you may!" She said crossing her arms now and stood firmly waiting for more. A bit naive looking even.
"There are four jewels, as you know. And long ago someone used the power of a sapphire to bind me like this so I could watch everyone for years and years to come decease." Lythia glanced at the sword. Whoever had done something like this too him was because he was guilty and deserved it. "I have been tied down in this way," he continued, "Since before your family was probably beginning. I am ready for it to end even if it means my death."

"What could you have done that would drive a person to do something such as this to you?" Her voice still calm but a little too quiet.
"That is what I have to trade. I will tell you that, AND your past .... IF and I mean it, only if you do something for me."
She waited, already baited and being reeled in.
"You must destroy the sapphire of mystery. Do this and I will tell you anything you want to know." He looked at her now, serious and full of promising. That act of young trusting was so easy to secure, and she let it be so.
Watching, Lythia studied him. "What is involved?"
"Simply promise me you'll use the rest of your life to complete this task in exchange for knowing what your life was before." It was very clear then. "A favor between friends, Lythia."

Finally, Lythia nodded in agreement. This was what she had been after for a long time, after all. Her's and Sylvester's hands met in a shake, but as his grip became tighter she could not draw her arm back, it was then with a swipe of his sword, he left a slight but fairly deep cut along with more so of a bruise on Lythia's side. "You won't be forgetting your promise now." He released her hand and looked at the fresh blood on the rusty blade, a crooked smile on his mouth. She caught a last look at the jewel around his neck. The glass of it capturing the full moon. She was doubled over now, a hand pressed to where she was bleeding only a little. But when she looked back up, Sylvester was gone.

Later, as she would be cleaning the cut, Lythia would wonder if the promise was a favor to a friend or a demand from an enemy.

The guards were leaning against the wall on either side of the entrance to Niara's room as Lythia approached from the laundry room. Her boots clunked and tapped at the same time but before the guards would hear she hastened her pace to a hurried walk. "Hey! She's gone! The princess is running off into the woods!!!" She called out and at that the guards looked at Lythia in alarm and then ran off towards the nearest stairwell.

"Alright, here we go." She took off in the other direction, grabbing her dress so she didn't trip over it along with holding the pack she had hanging off a strap on her shoulder, she hoped Niara could make it back to her room and get up onto the roof. Otherwise this meant she could be hanged, but she did not think of that as she ran into more guards. "Don't just stand there!" She exclaimed, waving her arms a little like a mad person. "She's heading out into the town on her dragon!" Once those guards ran off - a bit clumsily... - she went up the stairs heading to one of the high towers where she knew a door would lead to the roofs out look post.

I hope Niara made it. The stone steps were small for easy running but still she tripped a couple times because of her dress and not being able to hold onto the railing for balance. Then burst through one door that showed a spiraling stair case going up.
"Oh dear..." She dragged her feet and started the climb fast. She was halfway up when she heard the door below open and four or five guards looked up to see her. "There she is! Quickly!" She made her steely gray eyes focus on the stairs and the door above.

Oh no you don't. When she reached the top, the door with a latch was heavy but she was able to push it open with slippery sweaty hands and fingers. Then there was the night. The stars were coming out. She looked around then heard Niara's shout.

"Lythia! Come on!"

Before the guards made it to the door, she was sitting behind Niara on Ryou as they made their way for the escape. "Let's go!"

The cave wasn't the most comfortable but it was better than staying out where they could be more easily found. With her back against the stone wall of the cave, Lythia looked out of its opening and taking the glances the trees provided of the stars. A sigh of half relief, half hopelessness breathed out from her lungs and she closed her eyes then.

Making it to the next town or village here on the planets floor would be the next step for her. Perhaps dig up a thing or two that might help her out on this mission. Being reminded that her pack was next to her, she turned with her eyes opened again and searched for the notebook as well as the pen with it. She wrote down what had happened and then wrote down what needed to happened. At the end of the note, she left a splotch because she figured it would make the page complete.

Growing tired, the excitement of the evening finally wearing off, she turned her back and head to her pack, which was softer than the stone wall and relaxed to the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

Sometime during the night, Sylvester flew up to her with a piece of rolled paper held closed with a small piece of some sort of vine. Creeping up to her back which her head was laying on, he slipped the paper inside one of the pockets. Got it in there after a few tries and then glanced at her once before flying off.

The plan might work out after all.