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Michio Itou

The King's Guard

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a character in “Natsukashii”, as played by Cloud

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        A feeling of sadness and longing
        That is not akin to pain
        And resembles sorrow only
        As the mist resembles the rain.


        Come read to me some poem
        Some simple and heartfelt lay
        That shall soothe this restless feeling
        And banish the thoughts of day.

        - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

        MICHIO ITOU
        king's guard / 22 / dai-uchū / yamatonokami yasusada

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                Michio's weapon of choice is the uchigatana, a thin, one-handed sword renowned for the quickness with which it may be handled. The act of unsheathing the blade and striking the enemy can be performed in one fluid, elegant movement. The speed and grace with which Michio wields his sword has earned it the name Inazume (lightning strike). The slightly smaller brother to Inazume, worn at Michio's hip with the first, is Ikazuchi (thunder).


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                The longbow is Michio's preferred weapon after his swords. Silent and accurate, the eerie, quiet way the arrows find their mark were the basis for the bow's name, yorukaze (nightwind). The bow was his adoptive brother's, and though Michio will never claim to be as talented as Kashuu was, he still wields it reasonably well, even if the temperamental bow has proven difficult to master in lacking hands.


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                Should Michio fail in his duty to keep Omne away from danger, as a last defence, part of Omne's magic allows for a connection to be created between the King and a willing, trusted subject. The anchor allows Michio to take damage meant for his king, while also gifting him with enhanced physical capabilities. The anchor takes the form of the constellation cassiopeia, palm sized, and situated on Michio's back above his heart.





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        L I K E S
        ☐ │ reading, magic tricks
        ☐ │ sweets, new blossoms
        ☐ │ the first snow, cats
        ☐ │ scarves, hair bows         x x x x x x
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        x         D I S L I K E S
        ☐ │ fake laughter, maths
        ☐ │ being centre of attention
        ☐ │ failure, swimming
        ☐ │ public speaking, leeks





        when it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me




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"there could be chaos all around,
and the King's guard would remain
steady, his hand on the hilt of his
blade, prepared to defend those
he loves"




moral alignment: lawful good--

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        the pages of his book


        Michio has always been the quiet one, a soft, determined soul who pursues his goals with a reserved demeanour. He will never be the individual craving attention, if anything Michio grows nervous when forced into the middle of a crowd with all eyes on him. He'd rather remain behind the attention grabber, perceptive gaze watching, happy to be among the group even if he's relatively silent. When he speaks, if his words aren't whispered into the ear of his king, they're usually soft and easily missed in a crowd. He's been told to speak up more times than he can count, and not just by deaf elders. That's one reason why he prefers the calmer, more private gatherings of friends, where he doesn't have to fight to be heard over others.

        Loyalty runs strong in Michio, and his devotion to the king paired with his fighting capabilities makes him an ideal guard. Trained from a young age at the King's suggestion, Michio has taken on board the discipline taught by his fighting instructors. He's not one to avoid his duties, rarely failing to rise early to practice, and always apologising if he feels he has somehow failed the King. Some call him serious, and when on duty that is undoubtedly true, but in private Michio is just as capable of smiling brightly as he is of defending his charge. He may not explode with laughter at an amusing joke, but rarely will his face remain impassive. He smiles easily, and even if he's exasperated with a situation, a well-placed joke may still have his lips curling up at the sides.

        Kindness is inherent in the guard, and a particular fondness for cats usually sees Michio feeding many of the neighbourhood strays. He's fond of sneaking snacks to the local children too, and has a soft spot in his heart for his fellow orphans. He's always careful to show his respect to the man who effectively raised him after his mother's death, and who instilled in Michio many of his current values. So too is Michio always careful to live up to the responsibilities and expectations heaped on him. He often feels as if he has to prove that he's worthy. It's been a steep learning curve as the King's guard, and Michio has tried to find his feet quickly. Even so, two years in and he still feels at times as if he still needs to improve.

        He's honest most of the time, though will lie to save someone's feelings. Deceit for the sake of deceit is not something Michio appreciates or practices. Overall, those who know him well, know that behind the quiet mask is a warm, determined young man who never backs away from a promise, and will stand beside his friends through thick and thin.



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      combat / Michio has been trained from a young age to fight, and though he still feels he has much to learn, there is no doubt that he's more than competent with a weapon in his hand. His swords become an extension of his arms, and he moves with the grace of a dancer. xxagile / where others may rely on brute strength, Michio's agility and speed are his greatest assists. He's quick on his feet, while his mind is always watching and anticipating attacks. xxdancing / it may not be a typical hobby for a warrior, but Michio has always enjoyed dancing. He was always captivated by the movements as a child, and started as a way to increase his coordination.



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      public speaking / in battle Michio may pitch his voice over the sounds of fighting, yet in most other situations, his voice is soft and wavers when forced to speak in front of a crowd. He would much rather stay the silent guard while someone accustomed to addressing crowds spoke in his stead. xxmathematics / numbers have never come easily to Michio, and even working out basic logistics with numbers takes a while if working alone. xxswimming / Michio is not a strong swimmer, barely able to dog paddle and stay afloat. He loves the palace hot springs, but anything deeper than he is tall would make Michio uneasy.



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      H I S T O R Y
      he who was once lost, found a home

      Michio's father died before his birth, his mother when he was barely four years old. She was a servant to the King, one of the many at the palace. Her death left Michio's future a looming uncertainty, until an accidental run in with the King saw him placed in the care of a famed fighter. It is possible the King saw potential in him, and as Michio was trained to fight, he was determined to prove his worth. He spent years learning beside his guardian's own son, Kashuu, a boy who Michio grew to think of as a brother. Together they pushed each other forward.

      Natural talent and endless practice eventually saw Michio recognised for his skill, and when the old King's guard passed, Michio was selected as the new. Always grateful to the King for the opportunity given to him as a child, Michio was more than willing to devote himself to the King's protection. However, barely a month into his new role, Kashuu was killed in a violent skirmish with outlaws. Michio was thrown, guilt besetting the young fighter. If he had been with Kashuu, might his brother have lived? The 'what ifs' were endless, and yet Michio knew that given the choice, he would not have strayed from the King's side. Though he has missed his friend constantly, the two years he has been King's guard have been worthwhile, with Michio's loyalty to the King only growing.





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                Sided with the king


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                -                 xxx"I don't dislike her, I just don't agree with her."

                Michio's opinion of the queen is heavily biased, given his complete loyalty to the King. He believes that she is dangerous, and that her beliefs hold a threat towards Omne. Naturally, this perceived threat unsettles the guard. That being said, most of Michio's interactions with Estelle have been brief and more on the professional side, where his presence was as Omne's protector, and not a companion joining in the conversation.

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                -                 xxx"I owe him more than I can ever hope to repay"

                Michio's devotion and loyalty to Omne is almost unmatched. Since a young age he's held the immortal king in awe, and been ever thankful for Omne's involvement in pushing Michio onto his current path. He values Omne almost as family, and as one of his closest friends. Michio would offer his life for Omne's, and do whatever it took to bring a smile to his king's face. Sure, there are sometimes when Michio swears that Omne is the child in their relationship, and plenty more times when Michio has grown flustered at Omne's carefree attitude regarding his own personal health, but regardless of this, he loves the man.

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                -                 xxx"Dharylan is funny, though even those with warm smiles need watching."

                Michio is well-acquainted with the ruler of Arisia, given that he makes frequent trips into Dai-uchu. Though Michio is usually his quiet self when guarding the King in social situations, he's still been able to talk with Dhary on some occasions. Discovering that Dhary's personal guard was a young man who used to bully Michio in his younger days was slightly unsettling, but it appears that Dharylan has had a calming affect on Michio's old bully. Of course, as with anyone who spends any time with the king, Michio still watches the sheep for any signs of danger.

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                -                 xxx"I wish he would stop calling me skinny"

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                -                 xxx"I always look forward to Zarya's visits"

                Zarya is a warm and calming presence, and her visits to Dai-uchu have always been greatly anticipated by Michio, as well as the regular packages of sweets arriving addressed to him. Michio misses his family everyday, and yet Zarya has almost become a pseudo-sister to him, helping to ease the pain of lost family. He's fallen asleep listening to Zarya read him passages from their favourite books, and always looks forward to showing her the latest feline collections to his pack.

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                -                 xxx"Seeing Zari fighting is magic"

                When Michio and his adoptive brother arrived in Agare to learn local fighting techniques, Michio never dreamed that he would be picked to be trained by their leader. Yet, he eventually found himself sparring with the capable Leo leader, and finding himself frequently amazed at the fury and talent with which she wielded her weapons. A healthy respect was quick to manifest, and though he'll deny it to this day, he might have had a small crush on the fearsome warrior during their training days. Fear of death kept him quiet in the past, and keeps him quiet today.

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                Michio spent five whole months pretending to be a single person with Isidore, during which time Michio spent half his days bickering with the spoiled ruler, and the other time growing closer to him. Michio isn't sure when his feelings began to shift from friendship to something more, but he's in deep now regardless. He lights up when Isidore visits, and always looks forward to the occasional parcel containing hair products, because it means he hasn't been forgotten. For now, Michio's infatuation remains his secret, both because he doesn't want to ruin the friendship they do have, and because he's sure if he admitted the truth, Isidore would get one of those smug grins on his face. He'll take what he can get to keep his friend close.

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                Michio spends most of the time Nadya Irne visits, standing quietly in the corner. She seems friendly, yet he finds her extroversion slightly intimidating, and prefers not to gain her attention, least she drag him forward and push cups of sake into his hands. He's also had to remind the ruler several times that he is not, in fact, twelve years old. For all that, Michio respects the Orcanan ruler for staying true to her beliefs and her country's, even if that puts her on the Queen's side.

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So begins...

Michio Itou's Story

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          On a throne made of stars, a lone figure sits watching the world come undone. It says nothing, but even in silence it tells a story. A cloak of galaxies surround its body, engulfing it in bright light, and yet The Eye itself appears to be the darkest object in the universe. Born from a dying star, or the desperate wish of The Universe, The Eye does not waver.

          As The World completes it revolution around the sun, The Eye removes itself from its throne and begins its journey toward the center of all creation. It pays no heed to the dying light on its right, or the nameless cluster of stars to its left, for its attention lies solely on the embodiment of The Universe.

          The speck of light visibly brightens as The Eye grows nearer, but dims at the sight of its enraged face. It knows the reason for its anger, but is helpless to stop it.

          “Quidvis,” The Eye stops in front of the light and falls to its knees. “I beg you, please destroy them. Erase them from existence, ravage their lands, and start anew. Can you not see that they are all unworthy of your divinity?”

          The Universe sighs, forces The Eye to stand even though it struggles to stay bowed down. “I see, but I cannot make myself devastate the things I have created so easily.” Visions of the world being destroyed begin to play within The Eye’s mind, and a sense of hopelessness washes over its being. “I cannot destroy the purpose of your existence.”

          “I do not deserve your benevolence,” The Eye looks away from The Universe and toward the planet that has doomed its creator. “But neither do they." The Universe darkens but it does not respond, perhaps in agreement with The Eye or in empathy for its creatures — not even itself knows the answer.

          “By your example, I will give them one more chance, and if they cannot bear the scattered pieces of your heart — I will destroy them.” The Eye leaves no room for objection, but the Universe does not give any. “I sincerely hope this is not the last time I speak with you my dear Quidvis.”

          “And I with you.” The Eye nods and silently makes its way toward the portal that leads it to The World. It does not turn back, but still it can feel the pitying glance of the Universe. It does not relent.






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                        Estelle watched as her breath turned to smoke, a twisted apparition of her own life force, and frowned as it disappeared into the cool morning. As if in a dream, she could only take notice of the scenery before her with a detached sort of wonder. Half expecting the illusion of Heaven’s Eye to shatter, she prepared her heart for the worst.

                        She took notice of the fog rolling along the hills, like a blanket embracing the earth, and the way flowers only seemed to bloom in straight lines. White petals lining the well-trodden pathways with their beauty, deterring anyone from straying to far. Estelle was unsure if it was for their safety of its own, but nonetheless made note not to wander alone. After all, Heaven’s Eye had only been visited eight times by the zodiacs, and the locals of the island did not show signs of deviating from the flower-set course.

                        “Port in sight! Docking!”

                        The airship landed with a jolt, but Estelle was prepared and caught herself before she could fall. Other members of her crew however were much less fortunate, and the sound of bodies hitting the floor did nothing to amuse her.

                        “My Queen, we have arrived,” Augustine stated, and bowed his head in respect. She saw his secret smile however, the veil of his aqua blue hair was a horrible curtain, to which her only response was silence. That man never seemed to learn, and Estelle seemed to always forget to reprimand him. Perhaps it was high time she told Fauna to write a memo, or for Levir to give him lessons on etiquette.

                        She would do so after the war.

                        With that in mind, Estelle moved quickly off the boat and onto the wooden dock where her crew stood and waited. She gave them no notice however as her attention was called for by a castle in the distance, with high towers and powerful turrets, but obscured by the haze of the island. Her mind began to race as the gravity of her situation began to take form; where the lessons learned in history were not simply words printed on a page, but rather had become her reality.

                        It was certainly one thing to read about an event, and another to live it.

                        “Levir, Fauna, come. We are to meet with —,” her voice trailed off into a whisper, a stark contrast to her normal acidic tone, as she noticed a group of white nodded figures emerging from the mist. Estelle, with much trouble, kept her face studiously blank, noting how the beings weren’t so much walking as they were floating with their feet firmly planted on the ground.

                        As they drew closer she came to recognize their faces, long, gaunt, and drawn out with pale white skin, and three eyes that seemed to be perpetually closed. They were just as her books described them to be, the Virtus.

                        The Virtus stopped in front of her, their breath like wind on her face, and by instinct Estelle moved toward Levir in caution. All was silent as no one dared to disturb the tension, and only when the leader raised its hand did she release the tension in her shoulders.

                        “Estelle, Queen of Stars, Mediator of the Cosmos, Ruler of Caelestis,” its voice was hauntingly familiar, and a cadence not unlike a church bell. “Come with me.”

                        She nodded her head in understanding, and slowly turned her back to her crew and guards. However, the being stood still — did not seem to recognize her movement.

                        The Virtus, titled its head to the right and from the mass of ghosts, two figures emerged with ease. Surprise marred her features as her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell a gape, the weight of their actions finally dawning on her.

                        No one was allowed past the half-way point. No one but the Zodiacs.

                        “Levir Gaege, Protector of the Stars, The Heart of Caelestis, The Eye has agreed to see you.”

                        “Fauna Cassiopeia, Assistant to the Stars, The Memory of Caelestis, The Eye has agreed to see you.”

                        Time seemed to stop, and the sky seemed to brighten in return. The only sound audible was the rushing of the wind, and the cold intakes of breath.

                        “Follow me.” The lead Virtus commanded, and so without much of a choice, Estelle obeyed.

                        Perhaps in the confusion of the unprecedented occurrence, Augustine had tried to follow, but was soon halted as the Virtus quickly spun around, opening all three of its eyes. “I am afraid you are mistaken, mortal, but only those The Eye has deemed worthy are to follow." A bright light engulfed the form of Augustine, and within moments the high guard of Caelestis had fallen to his knees, clawing at where his eyes used to be. His screams filled the air with music, a cruel song the Virtus knew all to well - had composed really, and Estelle could only listen as she had not the heart to watch.

                        "Let this be a lesson to you all so you may refrain from making such a mistake in the future.” The Virtus shut its eyes and turned toward the three mortals chosen. “As we were.”

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                        The trek to the castle in the mist was silent save for the rustling of the three mortals feet. Estelle picked up her dress as to not allow it to be soiled unnecessarily, and employed the help of both Levir and Fauna to carry it as well.

                        When they finally arrived at castle gate, the Virtus did not knock as the doors seemed to open by itself. Estelle walked warily in, unsure if her actions would offend any of the beings despite having memorized the correct procedures for Eistrea.

                        “Sit, the others should be arriving shortly.” Estelle nodded and took a seat at the large rectangular table where a map of the Cosmos had been carved into the wood. What she found off however were twenty bright marks on the table, each changing with every passing second. They all seemed to be drawing near Heaven’s Eye, but three lone dots remained unmoving.

                        Her blood turned to ice, and finally the illusion shattered. She was awoken from her dream.




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⌈king O M N E⌋location: HEAVEN'S EYE
now playing: THE AGELESS DREAM
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How many times has it been?

Omne has seen this scenery precisely eight times. This would be the ninth time now and yet the mystique of Heaven's Eye never fails to impress him. His lips formed a fleeting smile as he imbued the emotion of grandeur into his very fiber. That is the least he could do as a show of due respect to the One responsible for his existence. And once the magic wore off, he felt the constant companionship of vagueness encapsulating him firmly. This sensation that comes routinely like unyielding clockwork. It was actually fascinating and that notion occupied his thoughts until it was broken by the whispers of the one beside him who was unfortunately tasked to keep him within sight.

"Bìxià, we have arrived. The airship has safely been moored."

The docking process along with its occasional intricacies did not enter into Omne's awareness. He probably was too absent-minded to take notice, although the rest of the crew visualized it as him being composed and ever regal. It was not far-fetched as he is the only one among the other recognized rulers who have lived through all of the written myths and history of the world. This assumption is one of the many matters that elevate his reputation among the people. Yet, he was only simply not paying attention. He is quite the embodiment of the saying, 'ignorance is bliss'.

"Ah yes, that went smoothly, probably..." The carefree disposition overwhelming the purpose of his coming here. Omne offered a thankful smile to the youth and began his descent upon the wooden dock. He did notice that there was another airship besides his already berthed. Its bearing and banner declare it to be of the Queen. That was good to know as he would not be the only one who would be waiting until everything commences. When he decides that he was satisfied admiring the built of the other airship, he continued on his way with that inherent refinement and a finesse reflecting his nature.

"It would be best if only Kenji and Michio remain by my side, probably." His words came out like floating blossoms on the first sign of spring. The other members of his entourage looked at each other before gazing at the two individuals who had been given the prestige of the King's confidence. There is always a next time, Omne noted to ease the somewhat envious tension arising from the people present. He could not blame the others to see and to experience the divine words written in countless chronicles of ages. "Probably." He smiled at them and when his words truly settled down, they can only sigh. For next time, it meant they have to be alive for another two hundred years.

When it was decided, the residents of Heaven's Eye, known as the Vitrus appeared. Their sight was very familiar to Omne, but not to the others who accompanied him. He as always, unperturbed gave a smile of greeting and even a wave, that the strained atmosphere upon the arrival of these beings dissolved by the hapless gesture of the King.

"Omne, King of Constellations, Mediator and Historian of Cosmos, Ruler of Dai-uchū." The haunting rhythm of that tone delivered the importance of the event and yet, this was broken with a simple candor. "It is good to see you again, Francis." The said Vitrus froze while he remained smiling and then added with his trademark, "That is your name, probably." Everyone could not help but be awkwardly worried of what is to come. The King completely free of such concerns though.

"...Come with me." It seemed there was no offense in any part. Omne whimsical as he is complied with the command, but not before taking a thoughtful look at the two figures closely behind him. "Will they come?" The said being who was actually been asked that question countless of times by the King was now able to provide an answer that should silence anymore inquiries.

"Michio Itou, Guardian of Constellations, The Sun of Dai-uchū, the Eye has permitted your presence."

"Kenji Auriga, Keeper of Constellations, The Moon of Dai-uchū, the Eye has permitted your presence."

"Isn't this a wonderful change?" Omne smiled at Kenji and Michio. He did tell prior that they might be able to accompany him. If not, then there should be just a bit of a light show. "Probably." Confidence once more plunged into the sea of doubt as the Vitrus spoke once more. "Follow me." Not leaving any room for another word, he obeyed while knowing his guard and his confidante would follow unscathed.

The travel through the mist was quite normal for Omne who had been here every Eistrea since its consummation. The factors that had never changed were this place, the Eye, the Caelios, and him. He could not say about Kenji and Michio's opinions, but their reactions were entertaining to see. It was enough for him to stay on the path and not be reprimanded by the Vitrus.

Soon, Omne and his retinue arrived where they will be waiting until all have come. There he saw the current Queen of Stars for this ninth cycle, the one who declared war against him. He offered a genial smile, "A pleasure to finally see you, my Queen and to your companions." With a humble bow of the head, he sat at the opposite end which he had always took. Once settled, he was a picturesque image of the King until he broke with, "Michio would you lend your hair to me? I feel quite bored, probably." A gentle smile while his eyes delivered a sense of familial fondness. Hence, the King of Constellations marked his arrival.

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"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which they never show to anybody."

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....................Kenji Auriga | King's Darkness
" The Eistrea... A heavenly event that only occurs every 200 years. "

The only one known who had lived through all of it is Kenji's current liege, the King of Constellations. It sounds impressive, but he doesn't see it that way. His interpretation of that is his Master drew the shortest stick, who would want to constantly wait and to constantly live through everything. People with even normal minds sees death as a blessing that they thoughtless utter when they are exhausted or stressed.

"Diànxià, we are nearing the docking area. But, we have observed that there is another airship present already moored. It carries the colors of the Queen."

That wasn't surprising. The other Zodiacs including the Queen would need to come here. They have to if they want their precious powers that make them stand above everyone else. " Don't pay them any attention. Violence is not allowed in the grounds of Heaven's Eye. But if they do anything inconvenient. Remember it, we shall deal with it once this is over. " War has already been decided and accepted. Once, this ceremony is finish. All hell shall break loose.

He was looking forward to it actually. Peace brings dullness and people become very dull in it. This would be a good opportunity to sharpen things and put things in perspective. He for one does not intend to lose, so the others on the opposite sides should be the same. "As you command, Diànxià." The soldier left him to relay the order to the others. He also left his room and went to deck where the King and Michio, the King's Guard, are. He would admit that the scene was impressive in a magical way. It is not everyday people like him can see this spectacle, but he wasn't the kind to be starstruck of something trivial, like views and lands that can be wiped away so easily if wished. " Make sure the King does not disappear from your sight. " He commanded a nearby personnel who obeyed his orders and went to the King's side. It is highly unlikely that the King would do troublesome things, but he can never be sure, the guy in the end is a genius idiot.

He then went and arrange the docking procedures. Someone has to handle it and that's him. They were supposed to get here by water, but he disagreed with the King. The 2 days are not needed for the travel. He could also see why the King wanted to take that route, because of 2 words, 'cruise trip'. The old timer was looking forward visiting Cikrik, Aureus Caelum, Aigokeros, Yugen, Gemini, and Vanall Scorpio. It seems the idea of being IN WAR has yet to sink in, was being ignored completely, or do not care. He was certain it was the last one. The end result, he got his way and so, the airship. It was faster and far convenient to travel long distances. The airship was soon docked and he made his way to where the King is. He is expected to be there after all.

Kenji followed and could not help but raise an eyebrow when the King took the time to admire the Queen's airship. He was certain that he would be told to make something similar of it and have it be displayed in the personal chambers. He should make the preparations for that then as he motioned for a nearby official who was part of the entourage. He spoke instructions about recording the Queen's aesthetics and other outwardly unique feature it may have, a replication should be done with closest resemblance. The King moves after a while but not before saying that the ones who should proceed from this point is him and Michio.

That was odd and he remembered being told that only Zodiac can be allowed half-point. Him and Michio are not Zodiac. The decision even said with that trademarked doubt had caused a tension of jealousy. It is true that him and Michio are the closest to the King, so it should be obvious, but people are greedy even if it is logical. These people should remove their brains from their asses and think concretely, they would still not be allowed. This is just the King's whimsical notions. The King spoke again and the tension eventually settled. It was then a creature who has a white hood hiding that long, gaunt, pale features with three eyes appeared. He had read of this being called Virtus in his books.

The King was addressed by the Virtus and he could not help but think that the hollow ringing voice fits the overall features. The only problem, how much majestic or mysterious one is, when in front of the King, it means nothing. It was proven with the out of nowhere greeting with the name 'Francis'. He shook his head as that name had been used by the King to everyone and to everything he doesn't know the name is. He wouldn't be surprised if the Virtus gets mad and all, but it never came. His Master is certainly blessed by Lady Luck. The Virtus told the King to come and he instinctively stopped on his tracks and even raised his arm to block Michio's advancement.

The King did mention that he wanted him and Michio to come with him all the way. Kenji probed if that was possible and even noted what would happen if they cross the rules. They were told a light show would happen with the emphasis on the bit. He knew well enough that when the Old Timer says bit. It was extreme. The King might have noticed that he and Michio did not follow anymore and asked the Virtus a question. He was surprised by the response. They were permitted by The Eye. The King seemed to be glad. He on the other hand had other thoughts. There was never a precedent in the ancient texts or from what he had heard from the King about other people being included besides that of the Zodiacs, King and Queen. The break in that meant something, he took note of that.

He followed eventually when the Virtus told them to and was lead through the mist. He was not fond of it as it makes his glasses foggy. He was constantly wiping it while the King seemed to find his and Michio's reaction as prime time entertainment. He chose to let it be and continue with the trek until they came before a castle and lead inside where the Queen who was not also alone as what Kenji could guess to be her Guard and her Assistant. He pieced that out through the reputation he had heard of. The descriptions seemed to fit the two individuals here. This would be their first meeting, eye to eye. He observed them with his polite mask on. He cannot be hostile and he knows civility, his Master was even polite towards the Queen who declared war on him. He should reflect that as he gave a nod of greeting, although the next words that came out of his Liege, made him want to gag the old man permanently. All he could do was release a sigh and say, " Shèngshàng, this is not the place. Do as you please with Michio when we return to Dai-uchū. " His voice still held that amiable politeness, and his face and eyes only reflected that gentle persuasion. " Now, behave. " Remarkably, it held quite a strength and could see why he is indeed the confidante and adopted son of the King.

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                        The tips of Isidore's ears and nose burned from the chill of the morning air. He exhaled into his gloved hands, which took the edge away for a few moments.... It was quiet, now that he was alone. Quieter than he could remember, almost.

                        Isidore left his entourage behind an hour ago. He didn't want to see their faces anymore-- frankly, they disgusted him. After a relatively long voyage by boat, and two days travelling uphill, Isidore had heard enough of their cheerful banter. Although his chatter-induced headache had begun to clear, the sickening sensation in his gut remained.

                        So many people he loved, and so many he hated. All those bastards were meeting in the same place. Normally this would excite him, of course, but considering the circumstances... the only thing Isidore felt was a lingering pang of grief.

                        A year ago, Isidore promised his cousin he would protect him. But upon reflection, would this really be possible? He and Cedar were on opposing sides, and... Vlad was almost impossible to stop... and it was the same with Levir.

                        This meeting was going to be... uncomfortable.

                        He followed a lonely path of flowers, and the mist thickened as he continued.

                        Grass, stiff with frost, crunched under the ruler's boots. 'This almost reminds me of that time in Arisia,' he tightened his grip on his bow. 'I was by myself in the wilderness too, then. At least until I ran into Michio and that old peasant man.'

                        His long white coat blended in with the foggy haze. Heaven's Eye was ghostly, creepy even. A chilled, spidery feeling crept over Isidore's skin, even under his layers of travel clothing. Could this, perhaps, be what his parents felt when they heard it was all going to end? Isidore didn't even have the presence of mind to marvel at the magnitude of the ritual he was tasked to take part in... all he could think about was after.

                        'You know what? I kind of don't want to be here for this,' Isidore's lips thinned in grim humor. 'Watching it all fall apart... I think that might be my least favorite thing to do.'

                        Eventually, the prince encountered a monster.

                        He long since saw it emerge from the murk, all long limbs and bony angles. It watched him approach, as though it had been waiting for him.

                        "Isídoros Ichthýes, Ruler of Pisces," the creature seemed to stare into him and be uninterested all at once. "Follow me."

                        Of course, Isidore followed. Although he didn't know the name of this repulsive thing, he had heard tale of guardians protecting the halfway point to the castle. Or maybe he was just an idiot, being led to his death by some ghostly lure. Either way, Isidore tried not to look at the otherworldly being as he was led up to the island castle.

                        His heart grew heavy.

                        His head started throbbing again.

                        The doors of meeting room swung open to reveal... the King and Queen. As well as their associated staff. Isidore's expression slipped in a brief moment of vulnerability, his eyes lingering on each figure in turn. Kenji. Levir. Michio. A sudden wave of emotion threatened to topple the man over.

                        "Oh. Your Majesties," Isidore gathered enough of himself to bow. "Pardon me for the lack of formality, but I think we can all agree today's situation is a little... unusual."

                        He straightened, even as his mouth went dry. Isidore longed to pester Kenji, but wouldn't dare interfere with the man while he was in 'business mode'. He would also have his head bitten off if he distracted Michio while the Queen herself was present.
                        And as for Levir... Isidore hadn't spoken to him since they had parted a year ago.

                        His mood deflated instantly.

                        'Damn it. This is hell,' Isidore inwardly cursed, and carefully made his way to a seat near the king. What was the point of being near those you cared about if you couldn't even reach out to them?




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Ruler of Sagittarius | #d77400
Status: Hysteria

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”Gale… Hey, Gale! Wake up already, will you?” Gale’s eyes slowly fluttered open as she was awoken by furious shaking and shouting from her companion. ”The captain said we’re almost there. How’re you holding up?”

Blinking a few times, the young ruler slowly looked up at her long time friend, and the Vestal of Wind, Claire. She smiled brightly and slowly stood up from her position on the ground, leaned up against the wall. ”Good morning, Claire. Sleeping on a boat sucks but I think I’ll be f-” Just then the boat lurched as it was rocked by a sudden wave, nearly causing Gale to fall back down onto the bed. She covered her mouth and put a hand to her stomach, mumbling, ”Think I’m gonna be sick…”

Gale eventually made her way to the deck, supported by Claire, and looked across the stunningly clear waters to the landmass ahead. Shivering, she pulled her cloak tighter around her frame, and the hood lower over her face. ”The hell’s it gotta be so cold for…” she muttered aloud. ”Claire, I should have just stayed in Gradivus. Between the cold and the swaying of this damn boat, ugh, it’s not worth it.”

Claire gently rubbed the poor girl’s back, a small smile etched onto her face. ”You know full well that there’s no way you could have done that, Gale.” Claire said with a huff. ”This is part of your job as the ruler. Like it or not, no one else can do this.”

Gale sighed dejectedly, ”Even if you say that…”

Soon, the grandship of Gradivus, the Propero, sounded off a deep horn signalling it’s final approach at the docks ahead. It was of no surprise to the crew of the proud vessel when Gale practically jumped ship to the solid land below. In her grateful reunion with the earth, Claire had also joined her , along with the Propero’s captain June, and pulled her up off the ground, dusting off her cloak. June gave her a worried glance and held out a hand to help assist in picking her up off the ground.”How’re you feeling now, Miss Gale? Will you be alright going forth by yourself?”

She blinked a few times, not quite understanding the captain’s obviously worried expression, but soon enough broke into smiles and laughter, taking the Captain’s hand and pulling herself to her unsteady feet ”Well, it’s not like I’ll be completely alone. It looks like I’m not the only one who’s arrived it seems.” She replied, gesturing towards a few other vessels some distance away. “But don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ll be fine! I may be young and innexperienced, but I’m stronger than I seem, June!”

Seeing the young girl’s smile put his mind at ease and he smiled in return. With a small nod, June returned aboard the Propero to have the crew do some maintenance checks.Meanwhile, Gale focussed herself on strecthing her body a little before she started walking off. As she stretched her arms side to side, she noticed Claire looking at her with an unamused stare. ”What? Something wrong?”

”Gale. How long would you say we’ve known each other for now?”

”14 years or so, I guess?” Gale’s answer was met with a small nod by Claire, but served no purpose in relieving her of her seemingly perpetual state of sadness.

”And after those 14 years, what makes you think I can’t tell when you’re so blatantly lying not only to others, but to yourself?” It was this remark that caused Gale’s smile to slowly falter. After a few seconds of silence, Gale pulled her hood down, covering her face, a dry smile working its way onto her face.

”Ahaha… I guess not, huh.” She turned her back to Claire and slowly scanned the misty land before her. ”I’m scared, Claire. I don’t wanna fight anyone, friend or foe. I’ve killed before, that just comes with the trade… but this time is different. This time I fighting against people I know, people I care about. If I don’t do my part, then people I know and care about may die as well.”

Suddenly Gale felt arms reach around her and embrace her in a firm grip. But she did nothing to struggle against it. "'Every benefit has a cost, and each cost brings a gain.’ Everyone knows that, especially you. I’m just worried about what this innocence of yours my cost you.”

Gale slipped out of the girl’s grasp and took a fee steps forward, not looking back. ”Don’t worry, Claire. I may be weak, but I’m still a ruler. I’m a ruler before I am human. If I have to sacrifice myself and my own wishes for the sake of my kingdom, then that’s just part of the job too, ain’t it?” Gale turned around a flashed another smile at her friend, but the smile showed no sign of joy. It was one of uncertainty, filled with pain, resignation, and fear. But before Claire had any chance to say anything further, with her cloak swaying behind her, Gale spun around and started walking inland.

The walk proved not so very difficult in terms of terrain for Gale as she spent many times travelling across the Cosmos on odd jobs. The uphill trek proving no more challenging in difficulty than the mountainous regions of the Land of Leos. However, what Gale was not used to, and could never seem to get used to despite her travels, was the unbearable chilliness in the air. Whether it be from the dampness in the air caused by the mist that never seemed to dip in its opacity, or because of the altitude to which the incline continued to rise, the coldness was not something Gale, one native of the hot climate of the dunes, could grow accustomed to.

She pulled her meager cloak ever tighter to her body, though it didn't serve much to keep out the chilled winds around her. But there was not much she could do otherwise, except walk. Walk forward and think. Oh, did she have much time to think. She thought about the people she had back in Gradivus, the people who enjoyed her company not as a ruler, but as a person. She thought about Claire, her friend since her younger years and who was so worried about her that she left the temple unattended just to accompany her on this voyage. She thought about the people who she had come to know over the years, the other rulers, those she had good relationships with, and those who had not. She thought and thought and thought, but nothing she considered could let her see an end where everyone could be happy.

"What the hell am I supposed to do here, Dad?" She whispered, as she trudged along, the cold air making her breathe easily visible to the eye. "I know I don't have any other choice but to fight, and I've done my best to make sure that I can put up a decent one at least..." She let out a sigh, more air visibly becoming part of the mist around her. She sat on the ground, pulling her legs against her chest, and buried her face in them. It was hard to tell exactly what time of day it was, the low-hanging fog obscuring a clear view of the skies, but Gale thought it best to rest up and continue again later, lest her overthinking cause a lapse in judgement.

Gale walked, and walked, and walked. With rests in between, lots of thinking, and monologues spoken to none but the scenery around her, she walked for two days to reach the meeting place. Though she knew it not, she had come close to where the meeting place had been designated. This was made apparent to her when several figures adorning white cloaks seemingly formed out of the mist ahead of her, almost sending the poor girl back down the mountain in a frenzied tumble. Instinctively, she had equipped her claw and had readied herself into a combative stance before they spoke out to her.

”Sheathe your weapon, Gale Arash, Ruler of the Sagittarius Zodiac. Several others have already arrived, and have been escorted to the designated meeting place. We are here to do the same for you.”

Gale wordlessly strapped her claw back to her waist, and nodded as the mysterious figures led the way. The path they tread was adorned with flowers of an unknown kind to Gale, the soft crunching of the ground below her no longer felt as joyful as it had when she first arrived. The ever thickening mist felt more oppressive the further in they walked. It was as though the mist itself was a visible projection of the tension almost palpable tension in the air.

Soon enough, after the seemingly endless trek that she had endured for the past what seemed like an eternity, they happened upon the entrance way to what would be the room for all the zodiacs to meet. Before she entered, Gale steeled her nerves. She took a deep breath, the coldness in the air causing her to cough, and put on a signature smile she was known for foolishly adorning even at the most solemn of times. With one last slow intake of air, she pushed open the doors, making her grand entrance.

”Geez… the lack of visibility out there made me worried that I’d mist something, y’know?” Gale said, laughing at her own joke as she took a seat beside Isidore. She flashed a bright smile at him, noticing the seriousness of his expression, and patted him lightly on the back.

There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the room. After a few minutes of the silence, Gale had folded her legs and sat cross-legged in her seat and, though she had not realized it, started softly singing a song her mom had sung for her many times as a child, watching as the dots on the map etched into the table slowly, and ever so menacingly, grew closer together.

”Sen shirya... ki eha to... fude tome…”

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    “-ir. Sir Levir.”

    The disembodied voice drifted into Levir’s consciousness like tendrils of smoke—entirely unwelcome.

    
Eyes still screwed tightly shut, Levir felt the hesitation radiating off the body beside him before the ghost of a hand hovered over his shoulder.

    “Don’t touch me,” he whispered, neither angrily nor gruffly, but the hand flinched away nonetheless.

    A different hand flicked at his temple before he could react, causing his jaw to unclench and his eyes to snap open. He came face to face with a mess of blue hair and an insufferable grin. The idiot probably had his head over the bannister of the ship the whole ride.

    “I could hear your teeth grinding from across the ship.” Augustine laughed, and Levir could physically feel the grating pain in his head.

    Levir clicked his tongue and, slowly, relaxed the tension in shoulders just enough to unfold his arms. In a flash, he smacked the mouthy guard on the back of the head. Augustine winced, rubbing the now sore spot.

    “No one gave you permission to speak.”

    “Yessir, sorry, sir,” barked Augustine in a mocking monotone.

    Levir sighed. He’d never learn his lesson.

    With a delicate caution, Levir planted both feet on the floor of the airship before rising from seat. Even with his exceedingly slow movements, he still felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he stood. His face contorted into a grimace as he grasped at the nearest railing.

    “What was it?” he hissed, directing his question to the first guard who spoke but not lifting his gaze from the ground.

    “We’ve nearly arrived, sir,” stated the man with a clipped, respectful tone. Ah, see, that’s what he expected. Augustine could stand to learn a few lessons from this fine soldier.

    The docking notice rang out across ship and again an expression of pain flickered across Levir’s face. By all accounts of formality, Levir should be by Estelle’s side when they landed, but he was barely managing standing still. He lifted his head and caught sight of Estelle, her statuesque stature and poise easy to catch sight of wherever they might have been. Mentally, he calculated the number of steps it would take to reach her. A groan escaped his throat. Too many. It was too many.

    With a wave of his hand, he shooed Augustine away. Catching the hint, he jogged across the deck towards Estelle, preparing to complete Levir’s task in his stead. Levir stumbled after him, teetering unsteadily.

    The ship landed with a jolt, sending Levir falling to his knees. He remained still for several seconds, focusing all his energy on holding in the entire contents of his stomach. When he finally felt well enough to stand, he noted, infuriatingly, that both Augustine and Estelle appeared unaffected.

    Estelle disembarked, followed closely by Augustine, and Levir went after them best he could. The constant feeling of nausea that had plagued him felt instantly alleviated the moment Levir staggered off the ship and his feet touched genuine, solid dirt. Still, he could feel a dull throbbing at the back of his head that would take some time longer to wear off.

    He looked up and caught sight of a landscape that read more like a watercolor painting than a reality, an imposing castle in the backdrop more like a smudge superimposed over the haze. A low groan left him. The visual tricks the island was playing on him did nothing to help his headache.

    Estelle’s voice drew his attention directly ahead of him, and the creatures that greeted them, he decided, were not helping either. He recognized them, had seen an image in textbooks some time ago, he was sure. But he was never too good at studies, and the name of the creepy figures escaped him. Ah, well, not that it particularly mattered anyway.

    Slightly steadier on his feet, Levir followed obediently after Estelle, keeping pace with Fauna. The actions of the hazy figures did not fully register with him as they happened, a soft fog still settled in his mind. He glanced up with unfocused, noting primarily that he was permitted to continue on the journey.

    The scream that pierced the air was entirely unexpected. Levir did not flinch but turned to glance backwards at the fallen and slumped figure of Augustine. It did not take much to realize what had occurred. A dull ache formed in his chest, eyes crinkling in a quiet show of sympathy. Nothing else was allowed. Estelle continued the march forward, and Levir drew inspiration from her dead gaze, let a familiar ice close over his heart as his eyes returned to a cold steel. For all his frivolous behavior, Levir noted, Augustine had always been an excellent comrade. It was a shame to have to relieve him of his duties.

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    With the subtle movement of a single finger, Levir lifted the hem of Estelle’s dress from the mud it had been dragging in for the past half hour. He worried the quiet drag of the fabric as they entered the building would attract the Queen’s attention, and even he would not escape punishment for the minor act of defiance. The dress itself was not stained in an area more than three centimeters wide; in fact, Levir would likely be the only person to ever know it was there aside from the woman who’d wash the garment. It was incredibly petty, and for a moment he felt like a lesser man. But he recalled Estelle's eyes as she did not even look back at the man who had spent every second of his life in her service, and it did not stop Levir from feeling a dull satisfaction.

    He was not surprised (and could not muster the energy to be annoyed) at the sight of fifteen seat nestled neatly against the table, even as he noticed the unique tracking system. Twenty dots. They’d known who would be coming all along. Cads, revered mystics or not.

    With not even a sigh to betray his disappointment at the inevitable ache at the balls of his feet, Levir took his position behind Estelle, looking almost like a statue with his tense posture, hands clasped behind his back, face frozen in an expression caught somewhere between disinterest and fierce focus.

    The King entered first, Michio and another unfamiliar trailing behind him. Pleased to see a friend, Levir attempted to catch Michio’s gaze to, at the very least, send an unspoken ‘hello’ his way. He failed to make eye contact, however, leaving Levir wondering if perhaps Michio was truly more dedicated to his duties than he. The thought didn’t seem to bother him much.

    Isidore followed shortly after, making the day seem somewhat lucky. His eyes were still intact in his face, and he’d seen two friendly faces he hadn’t seen in quite some time. Not so bad, if he dared to risk jinxing the whole day.

    Laws of etiquette forbade him from actually greeting the familiar face, through words or action, but Levir raised his eyebrows in a quasi acknowledgment of both his presence and their (past?) friendship, hoping Isidore would catch notice of the gesture.

    There was no acknowledgement of his movement, however, and Is’s face seemed ashen, even in the low light of the cathedral-esque interior, and a pang of pity touched Levir. It must be difficult for the young man, noted Levir, to be an enemy of several people near to him.

    But there was nothing Levir could do for him, not then, not as Levir Gaege, Heart of the Stars, Protector of Caelestis, or whatever else nonsense titles those eerie monsters had given him.

    A young girl entered after, with too much of an airy attitude to truly be considered polite, and Levir tucked the annoyance away into the back corner of his mind. It was of no concern to him. There was no point in being bothered at all.

    Several more long moments of silence filled the room before they cut off abruptly by the soft sound of tuneless singing. Levir’s jaw twitched. Irksome. There was a point after all.

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xxxxxIt was but another fine day in the land of Cosmos, the sacred continent where the stars born and die, the ultimate landings of the Zodiacs, where humankind thrived and achieved their zenith. All kinds of magnificent sayings and quotes can be weaved in regards to this very land. But, as of any other creations that had come into being by the hands of The Universe, the land, its' rulers and its' people, all come with flaws. They indulged in their meager blessings, they basked in the glory bestowed upon them, they sing songs of their victories and their civilizations. And now, they deny their responsibilities, fall prey to the greed and darkness of their hearts. They blame it all on each other, and conflicts began to spark. The orders began to spiral out of their balance, and peace soon will be but a distant dream.

A war to resolve all problem.

Eventually, they had had to come down to this resolution. An end-game scenario, as one would probably say. Will everything return to the way they once were, or will this land spin deeper towards its' inevitable demise? The revelation is but a matter of time, and all that may transpire shall carve a deep marking into the very core of this world. To enthuse the moments to come as a 'marking that breathes life to the canvas that had remained colorless for too long' or to fall into the bottomless pit of despair, over what was surely to come. It is no doubt that every soul standing on the lands of Cosmos will have a decision to make.

"Fou, fou, kyuu." The clear sound of the little Cait Aidolon woke Dharylan up from his nap, as he had somehow dozed off while he was sitting in the cabin and admiring the views, possibly having composed some poems on the way, while the royal airship was taking him to the far Heaven's Eye on the other side of the map. Slowly opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the little thing sitting by his head and licking his face. He smiled brightly as he grasped his small pet within his two hands and snuggled its' nose with his own. "Good morning, Mayvin. Is it time to take care of the Grand Garden already? What could I possibly do without you ~" He coddled the beast in a way similar to a mother playing with her own infant.

"It's almost noon already, and we're not at Vengard, nor at the Palace." Another husky voice spoke up from the other side of the cabin. It was a tall man with red hair, bearing a sword made not from Arisia but from Dai-uchu by his belt. He was standing with his arms crossed and his back leaned against the wall, gazing at the Flower King with his ever frowned eyebrows and confident grin. "You really didn't see this occasion as something of a high altitude, did you?"

Dharylan chuckled, "Why, of course I did, dearest Akira. I just don't want to be overly excited about it. Should I throw banquets and balls all over this humble ship just to show that I'm looking forward to be able to partake in an event only occurred once in several lifetimes?"

"That's not what I meant." Akira shrugged as he approached his king, step by step, until he stood proudly in front of him, "What I'm trying to say is that you should probably show more excitements at times. You never really gotten bored looking at yourself in the mirror and to see that goofy grin again and again?"

Dharylan let go of Mayvin and crossed his legs, "I suppose so. I have never been someone who is too much of an emotional one. I thought you of all people should know that?"

"Now that I think of that, the only times when I really saw you showing more colorful expressions on your face are when I discard this exuberant robe off." Akira smirked as he lowered himself and trailing his finger across Dharylan's robe, then caressing his face.

"Come now, you didn't even let me have a break for the whole night yesterday, and now your 'beast' is still vigorous? Have you been taking doses of ouvofros pollen behind my back?" Dharylan pretended to protest Akira's action, but a mischievous chuckle made its' way on his face. He didn't flinch away from his closest guard, though.

"Don't talk as if you are so innocent. Need me to remind whose name you're always screaming? I have no idea which kind of sheep you apply yourself to, but the wolves definitely would stay far away from them, if I must say." Akira hold some flocks of Dharylan's soft hair and placed a kiss on them, before moving away to the window on the other side of the cabin, gazing outside, "We should be there soon. Are you certain that this is the right path for you? I usually don't listen to what Aserys got to say, but I must admit this time he might have a point. You needn't have to raise your blade against anyone. Especially if some of them are meaningful to you."

"There is no turning back now, Akira." Dharylan gazed outside of the window next to him, his voice is calm, yet full of certainty. He can already see the grounds of Heaven's Eye in the distance, "The sacrifices will be humongous. Yes, I know. It pains me to watch my people being plunged into yet another tragedy. I live for the present, but I still hold envisions towards the future. No matter what will all of this resulted, I believe it will all worth it. I prayed and I questioned the Deuses everyday whether if my choice is correct or not, but if this is the only for us to actually find some meanings, amidst this torturous boundaries between illusions and reality, then so be it." Dharylan then stood up as the airship slowly approached the dock, and gazed at Akira, "Will you place your trust in me, like you did many years ago when you pledged your sword in front of me?"

With no hesitation, Akira bowed, "With all my life, your Grace."

As the airship stopped at the dock, Dharylan walked out into the open air. It was certainly a thing to let your mind wander in imagination when reading the books and observing the paintings, and an entirely different one to be graced in the reality. If allowed to stay in Heaven's Eye longer, he believes he would be able to compose thousands of poems when he return. But apparently, there is no time for that. He also noticed other airships bearing insignia of the other kingdoms were also there before them. One was from Caelestis, one was from Gradivus, and the one which Dharylan presented to Omne after he was coronated as a token of gratitude bearing the color of Dai-uchu.

Dharylan put on his hood and disembarked the airship by himself. As much as he wanted to take Akira along with him, the line written in the script of the Arisia King who attended the previous Eistrea which stated that 'mere mortals, thou shalt not trespass the holy grounds, for thy punishment awaits' is certainly not there for fun. This alone is enough to make the atmosphere become tense, but he knows he must not succumb to it.

Making his way through the serene grass field, Dharylan sees white flowers growing in straight lines all across the ground. He remembered reading about them in the Flora Encyclopedia, but as much as he wanted to stop and admire them, he is still conscience enough to know that he isn't here for flower watching. The meeting with the other 14 rulers may sound like a dread for some, for half of them are going to be his enemies soon. Fortunately, some of the rulers whom he can considered to be closed with will be on his side, but it saddens him for having to face the remaining too.

Nonetheless, by his very own hands, Dharylan had dragged his nation out of its' misery, then why couldn't he do the same now? It's still better to retain a positive outlook of what is to come than to be all gloomy about it. A sulking flower is always the one to wilt first, after all.

Halfway through the field, Dharylan was then greeted by several shrouded beings with three eyes. The Virtus is what they are called, according to what he recollected from his readings. "Dharylan Descadio Aerys, Ruler of Aries, Liberator of Arisia." The being spoke of Dharylan's full name and his titles, at which he nodded, "Come with us."

The journey through the mist was not quite pleasant, as Dharylan has to keep his hood on to prevent it from destroying his one-hour effort in making his hair this morning, but eventually, a gigantic castle was in sight. Upon entrance, he was led to the meeting room where all zodiacs will meet. As the giant door crafted with sophisticated cravings was sprung opened, Dharylan entered, and the first thing he saw are a handful of rulers who have arrived, which included Queen Estelle and King Omne along with their guards, who surprised him a bit for being allowed to come, as well as Gale of Gradivus and Isidore of Pisces.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. I hope your journey had been well." Dharylan took off his hood and bowed to Omne with his usual smile, before turning to the Estelle, "The same to you, Your Grace." With that said, he then took a seat next to the King of Constellation, and took out a book which he had tucked inside his robe and immersed himself within the wise words, while in fact still keeping an eye on his surrounding.

The atmosphere is still tense, but Dharylan knows what is about to come shall be interesting, indeed.

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Kedemel was dizzy and weak. His head was turning, his bowels were turning, his world was spinning. Twice, he leaned overboard to gaze into the blue- almost black waters hoping to discard his breakfast. He knew it would be a long boat ride but this long? He felt sick. "I fucking hate boats," he whined under his breath, taking a deep breath and sighing once again. The captain was singing somewhere loudly in the background, under the assumption Kedemel was cozily snuggled inside a cabin. He was about to take a deep breath and bellow something along the lines of "shut up," but his face screwed as the nausea came back to him in full force. Somewhere in between that moment he hung off the side of the ship and stared into the sea.
He forgot himself for a moment- the wind came rushing back up to him and seawater splattered his face when the boat rocked particularly hard over a steep wave. Disgusted, he sat back up again, and roughly combed the water out of his hair. Did he fall asleep? He took a deep breath again. The only good thing about the sea was that the air smelled good. Before long, they had arrived. Elijah came out stretching and yawning as if he had the most wonderful sleep of his life. Kedemel glared at him. "Alright there Keddy?"
"I'm your ruler now you should show some more respect," Kedemel lightly scolded his bonded brother. He would never admit it but Kedemel had recently grown tired of Elijah's blatant disregard for his ruler. That or he just despised the nickname Elijah had given him since they'd both been boys in the orphanage. Sometimes Kedemel would think about getting rid of Elijah just because he didn't want to put up with the boy's insufferable comments. They were brothers, yes, but Elijah never grew up. The only thing that kept Elijah next to Kedemel was Elijah's willingness to carry on his legacy; Kedemel only trusted the man he knew best.
They docked slower than Kedemel had liked- he was impatient. He climbed down the rungs of the ladder on top of the moss covered dock. Was it even safe to park the boat there? He glanced up at his ship. He supposed that the people or weird creatures that ran Heaven's Eye would make sure that nothing went floating off. They did lower it to the ground and rid the surrounding sea of sea monsters during it's decent. He looked back up at Elijah, "Good luck Keddy! Remember sharing is caring! Also don't forget to say hi to the other rulers for me!"
Kedemel scoffed. Right, Elijah taking over the kingdom sounded and felt like a disaster right now. He was going to order ponies from all around the countries, require everyone to wear miniskirts (men and women included), and sit on the throne eating candy all day- "Kedemel, Good luck. You might need it," Elijah's voice had a sudden change- he smiled fondly down at Kedemel. On second thought he would possibly get rid of all serious conversation. Elijah started to look uncomfortable after Kedemel stared at him for a second too long. He waved at his brother and turned around to leave. Kedemel knew Elijah could take care of things when he was gone. Take care of anything. It was nice of him to come at all, since he knew that Elijah could not actually make the trip to Heaven's eye.
He was suddenly aware it was time to go on alone. He knew none of his crew could come with him- not even Elijah who had stuck with him through thick and thin. He felt empty without his companions around him. Taking a deep breath he marched forward as if a soldier.
The meeting made him somewhat nervous. He felt like he had many enemies, all of which would be happy to slit his throat if they got the chance. He scrunched his nose- no, he just had few friends. It was difficult to establish connections so fast, after all, the connections his mother had were all voided when he took over. Kedemel suddenly thought about the word friends, he didn't know what he found so funny but the ridiculous image of all the rulers holding hands together playing red rover popped into his head. He giggled madly.
White flowers decorated the misty pathway- Kedadore felt like after ages of walking he was about to get somewhere. He had a moment of inspired curiosity, and crouched down to sniff the flowers. No smell. Weird. Kedemel jerked back when he saw white figures floating towards him. He could barely make them out in the heavy mist. He stood suddenly on guard. He knew what they were, but their presence felt unnatural and strange to him. Their faces were covered by long hoods- the books hadn't been wrong when they had described them.
"Kedemel Lamont, Ruler of Kalmia, Constellation Libra, come with me," it said. Kedemel nodded and followed as it turned around. Walking at a faster than normal pace behind the Virtus was incredibly uncomfortable and weird. They gave him the chills, and it wasn't because of the humid, cold, climate. He wondered where the voice came from, it sounded like one voice but there were multiple figures. He wondered if every ruler was greeted the same way.
The castle gates were growing in size as Kedemel walked closer until they were looming over his head. Not even the Virtus was that tall. Goosebumps prickled his skin as the gates slowly opened without a push. They simply did. He was led into the castle- doors opening eerily out of the way, gracing the Virtus' presence with their willingness. The worst part was that there was absolutely no noise coming from the castle, as if the looming tower had no life in it. The only sound made was the echo of his footsteps along the hall and his pounding heartbeat. Kedemel's expression grew grim as he was led to the final door.
There they were, the Queen and King- their guards, and several other rulers. The King and Queen were allowed guards- unfairly, to go through the gate. Kedemel squashed his thoughts and bowed to Queen Estelle first, "Your grace," he murmured respectfully. In turn, he bowed to the king, "Your grace," he repeated. He scanned the room full of chairs and decided to seat himself next to Dharylan. It would be too awkward to choose a seat as far from the rest of the crowd since they seemed to bunch up together. He bowed his head to the ground, pulling his hat over his eyes, and stared at the floor. In his mind, he was already imagining how to break the tense atmosphere- but he knew he would never act out and do so. It was not his turf, after all.

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    By the bow of the ship, Zarya looked at the distance as if in a trance. Her sky blue eyes reflected the mysterious yet hallowed floating islands of Heaven's Eye. She felt a great sense of wonder and also humbleness. The sight of it was a clear proof that there are indeed larger things beyond what the Cosmos was going through at the moment. There are far bigger things than them the Zodiacs whom are squabbling into violence.

    The thought rippled into her eyes with sadness. The war would soon start and it would not be contained in just one kingdom. The entire continent would be affected. Her thoughts delved deeper and her feelings was a puddle of mess as well. It was a good thing she was taken out of her reverie when a coat was placed over her shoulders. Her attention shifted to the one responsible and her face portrayed such gentle fondness. "Theon, thank you." She offered a grateful smile and was proud to have such a thoughtful brother. It was a bit cold as the breeze passes through them.

    "No problem Sis! I can't have you getting sick and all." Theon smiled brightly without restrained, like a child. She wanted to protect that smile of his as much as he had wanted to do the same for her. He went and pledged to be her Rozen Chevalier even when she said that there was no need. The young boy that came to her with their mother's will had now grown up into a dashing man. She did hear that many girls in their kingdom were giving their hearts to him and even the boys. She felt proud of that.

    "So, the island of legends is over there?" Theon looked at direction where she was looking at earlier. He couldn't see it as he had not touched the Caelios of his sister. His question put Zarya's focus on the task at hand. "Yes, it is." Those golden eyes of his was filled with innocent wonder as if he could actually see the island that only appears every 200 years, where the Eistrea commences. She actually even considered herself lucky that its her generation that was given the blessing to be part of such a grand ritual. The history that only remained on books had finally come to life. She would be like a little girl in excitement, but the current proceedings of the Cosmos did not give much cause of celebration.

    "The 3 weeks of our voyage is about to come to a close soon. Please inform the captain to continue on the course and kindly inform our guest, Princess Leo that we should soon be on land." Prior to the beginning of her journey to Heaven's Eye, she had received a request from her friend, Zari to join in her travel. She did not see anything wrong and was actually pleased to see the strong Ruler of Agare. The past week was filled with small talks and the occasional sparring with the guards she had taken along including Theon. She did not like violence, but to create harmony one must respect others beliefs and meet halfway, as long as the ones who participated are having fun, learning, and no one gets seriously hurt. She was amenable to it.

    "Alright! Don't stay too long here, okay Sis? Go inside! It's still cold!" Theon said as he casually jogged away from her while even waving a hand. She returned that with her own wave and smile. He was not much for formal decorum and she was fine with it. They were family after all. She did hear though that some of her ministers and other guards were not pleased with such informality. In their eyes, her brother was a stain to prestige of the Cancer Family. But, she reprimanded them, they might not have the same father and may not share the same fate, but he will always be her family.

    When she was alone once more, Zarya looked towards Heaven's Eye. The majestic sight thoroughly shots her heart both in awe and a sense of trepidation. She wondered if these feelings were what her predecessors and the other Zodiacs were feeling in this moment. Even if it wasn't, the thought of her not being alone in this plight was comfort enough. With one final look, she retreated to the warmer interior of the ship as she did not want Theon to constantly worry over her, a consideration she will always give him.

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    After the water voyage, it was the trek by foot. Zarya was not a frail lady to succumb on a simple walk or mountain hiking. But, it was also a fact that physical strength is not her greatest asset. That is why the supposedly 2-day trek to reach the midpoint based on the old records took 3 days for her and her retinue. They may have stamina to continue forward, but their Regina did not have the endurance when presented with such a terrain even if the white flowers bordered their trail. She did not want to be a bother so, she did force herself, unfortunately, Theon would not hear of it, although she could already feel Zari's patience being tested and also the fact she might be personally enrolled in stamina training by her friend. To not inconvenience her fellow ruler, she had told Zari to go on ahead.

    Eventually, the grounds meant only for the King, Queen, and the Zodiacs had been reached. There, Zarya came face to face with hooded figures with such great pale skin and trinity of eyes seemingly perpetually closed. In her readings, she believed that this entity is called a Vitrus. She instinctively did a curtsy before this sublime creature while Theon and the rest were both cautious and mystified.

    "Zarya von Cancer, Ruler of Cikrik. Do come with me." She rose from her gesture and looked at Theon as well as the rest. "This is where we part temporarily." Her brother was opposed to that, but he had been told by her that to break the sanctified rules of Heaven's Eye will bring judgement that cannot be reversed. He was fine getting punished, but he did not want to cause trouble for his sister, so even with his reluctance, he nodded his head. "Okay, just be careful! We'll be waiting for you here."

    Her slender fingers reached out to gently caress Theon's face. "It will be fine. I am among friends and respected rulers. I'll return soon." With that said, she took back her hand that he instinctively reached out, but eventually allowed to slip away. She then looked at the others who accompanied her. "Please handle things accordingly in my absence." They gingerly showed their respectful acceptance as their eyes lit in adoration. This was rather normal as their Regina is called the Blue Rose not only due to its literal meaning, but also to the fact her beauty was of renown.

    After those words, she proceeded to follow the Vitrus in venturing further. There was just silence and she didn't mind it and instead took notice of her surroundings. This is after all a rare occurrence and her inner child was interested in it. The walk eventually ended as she looked at the large doors of the castle. She did not have time to ask a question to the Vitrus that accompanied her when the doors opened on their own. "Enter and take a seat. Others have already arrived." She thankfully gave a bow of her head before she entered and finally came upon the room where the King, Queen along with their guards and attendants, Pisces, Aries, Sagittarius, and Libra were presently waiting.

    "Your Majesties, the King and the Queen, I offer my humble greetings and the wish of continued providence." Zarya performed her flawless and elegant obeisance as her icy blue looks trailed her actions delicately. Her dress impeccable both in design and appearance. In the grand scheme of things, she has not taken a side and chose to be neutral in the war about to come. It is why she was able to act without the forced pleasantries. But, she does feel the awkwardness of the situation.

    After her greeting, she raised her head and proceeded to greet the Zodiacs present as well. "It is good to see you, Maestro. I have missed your teachings." She started with her gentle voice and as she had always done gave Dharylan a greeting kiss on the cheek. This was followed by her attention shifting to Pisces. "Beautiful Isidore, I pray that you have recovered." The sincere concern and fondness delivered as well as a kiss on his cheek. She then aptly greeted Sagittarius. "Lady Gale, it is nice to see you again." She gave a kind smile and then greeted Libra, the ruler she had not personally met before. "Lord Libra, I would like to extend my greetings to you. I am Zarya of Cikrik." After her polite introduction, she finally focused on the other individuals unexpectedly allowed entry.

    "Michio, my I have certainly missed you a lot." Zarya's tone was filled with warmth as she gave the King's Guard a kiss on the forehead. She then looked Kenji and gave him a respectful bow of the head. "Greetings to you Sir Kenji." Then, she looked across the room. Her eyes actually landed first on the noble figure standing beside the Queen. The admiration she have towards that person still exists within. It might be seen as a hindrance because of the current situation, but it can't be helped that her admiration was raised even further as his stance. "Sir Levir, it is good to see you." Her smile had a whimsical touch behind its kind meaning. Not lingering any longer, she looked at the female of blue hair. "Good day, I am Zarya, pleased to meet your acquaintance." She politely bowed her head and only when she had made all her greetings did she take her seat beside Gale.

    Her attention quickly shifted to the 20 bright marks on the table before her. The marks were moving closer and closer towards the 11 stationary that were grouped together. It was both odd and fascinating, although if she would think about it, would this not represent actually them? Her eyes reflected the sparkle the marks emitted as it was entwined with the sense of interest and worry. Seeing this, she was truly right to think, they could possible much smaller when compared to the devices of the Eye and the Universe.

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                    A knock echoed inside the great cabin where Sangreal sat behind a beautiful red cherry desk finished in perfection. He was reading some documents at hand. His eyes did not leave the paper, "Enter." The door opened revealing a soldier as he entered with great caution and fearful respect. "Lord Sangreal, the designated position you have marked on the navigation map would be reached within the next hour." The information made him finally looked at the person speaking. Those sharp silver eyes resembling that of a beautiful blade gazed as if probing whether there is more to be said.

                    Actually, he was simply thinking of a completely different matter. The journey towards Heaven's Eye had taken a whole week as he and his men trudge through the waters. Based on what was written in his sister's journal about the Eistrea, once reaching the island, there would still be 2 days needed to travel by land in order to reach a certain point. There he would be guided to the place where all Caelios bearers would congregate.

                    "Lo---Lord Sangreal..." The unfortunate messenger swallowed a huge amount of his own saliva reflecting his nervousness to deliver the other report. Sangreal did not lift his gaze which made the person more fearful, when in truth, this was a result of thinking about his journey for the Eistrea. "We have yet to.... bre-bre--break the pri-soner." The obvious trembling voice did not blur the message as this was answered, "I'll handle it." He stood from his chair and went towards the lit fireplace and threw the papers he was reading in it. The flame flickered and embers flew accordingly as the papers quickly turned into ashes. He then left the room as the one who reported followed after quickly, not wanting to incur the anger of the Lord.

                    It didn't take long for Sangreal to reach the cabin which had been tentatively made into a prison and an interrogation room. This was partly due to his long legs as the errand boy who followed was currently heaving which was due to his stress and trying to catch up. It failed miserably in the end. "Lo--Lor--Lord Sangreal, I ca--" Catching breath and speaking are hard to do at the same time. This was ignored splendidly as the door opened and a handful of men immediately knelt in respect and reverence to the appearance of their Lord. But, those silver eyes were locked on a barely unconscious woman scantily-clad and chained to the wall. She was sporting injuries both old and new. The floor beneath her was caked and dripping with blood.

                    "Lord Sangreal! This woman would not fess up! We will enhanced the interrogation further, so please do not--" One of the interrogators was unable to continue speaking as Sangreal looked at him with that scorpion sting eyes. Everyone's blood froze at that point. "I'll take over. You useless lot." His words did not indicate a raised tone, but held that heavy pressure of submission. They can't say anything more as they kept quiet while he approached the woman who was now aware of his presence. "What an honor..." The woman had fire that he would admit as she even smirked at him.

                    "Tell me what you know." He stood before the chained woman with but a few centimeters distance in between. She chuckled mixed with coughing. It seemed her lungs also took damage from the torture. "HA! Do your worse! Pain is nothing! I won't give you shit, pretty boy!" The others present quickly spoke their anger in having their Lord be insulted and was about to dish out punishment, but they were halted with just a mere side glance. Taking care that, he looked back at the woman who was putting up a bravado.

                    "Good." He then leaned forward as his lips positioned itself by her right ear. "Let's try pleasure." The woman's eyes first showed confusion and his gloved hand secured itself under her chin as it slowly trailed down to her navel, a smooth, light, yet cold sensation was left in its path. The motion was enough for her eyes to widen. "You lowlife!" He did not really mind that label as the right corner of his lips lift ever so slightly. "Let's get started. I don't have time to waste." With those words, the room steadily became a sinful display.

                    The people who would pass by the room and the guards outside of the door could not help but feel hot and bothered. The moans coming from inside were just on a different level and the loud pleading of the woman was shameless. That was the reaction outside, what more of the people inside. They were extremely at their wits' end. They were opening the buttons of their shirts and was truly tempted to relieve themselves if only their Lord wasn't present. They were shaking and the obvious bulge in their pants was quite a sight.

                    The woman on other hand was thoroughly wet all from her own sweat and fluids. Her eyes that looked at Sangreal in ridicule and even hate now was glazed over in ecstasy and a desperation of release. "Please.... Ahhhh....Mo-re... Let... Ohhhh.... AHHH.. Me.... I... told... AHHHH.. You every...Hmmmm.. thing." She struggled from her restraints in complete need. "Ple-ase... I... wa--nt you... AHHHH!" Despite the woman literally becoming such a wanton woman of pleasure, he remained the poster boy of calmness.

                    "All right. I'll give you this." The woman finally appeased with his words looked in euphoria. "YES!" In that exact moment, a dagger was thoroughly stabbed through her mouth as its blade end pierced the wooden wall behind. Instant death was delivered. He then moved away while removing his gloves and coat that was stained with that woman's liquids. He then threw it towards the messenger who caught it in a trance. "Burn it and throw her body overboard let her be useful to the ecosystem." The men who were witnesses to what happened from beginning to end just fell to their knees. He walked passed them without looking and the men were fine with that.

                    They were too engrossed at the scene that their pants were currently stained. They were truly embarrassed. As for Sangreal, he was completely fine and just had been informed that there were already ships docked ahead and they would soon be the same. Taking it in stride, he returned to his quarters to have a change of clothes. "Disgusting."

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                    The trek did take 2 days and he was soon faced with a being that Sangreal has read in his sister's journal as a Vitrus. "The 20th Sangreal, Ruler of Vanall Scorpio. Follow me." He followed and there was no problem about any companions as he had them all standby at the ship. So, he was on his own and that had never been a problem for someone like him from the very beginning. The mist did not bother him as well as the silence, instead his mind was elsewhere. It was the thought of seeing that... traitor made his blood boil and effectively making the atmosphere around him heavily frightening. The Vitrus noticed the open hostility and spoke while not stopping their trek. "Be reminded, violence is not permitted in this land." He clenched his hands into fists and retracted his murderous intent. Soon enough, he arrived before the large doors of a castle. It was opened for him and he strode inside without another look at the Vitrus and without another word as well.

                    Sangreal then reached the room where the King, Queen, Pisces, Libra, Aries, Cancer, and that blight on earth, Sagittarius. Those silver eyes became like daggers in its sharpness as it landed on Gale without any provocation. His very presence exuded the intention to murder. His vision was completely focused on that and one could see that his muscles were tensed to cause a travesty of killing in Heaven's Eye. He was not waiting for war apparently. Not for formality in any case, he walked towards the blonde-haired ruler. "YOU FUCKIN BITCH!" His voice roared like thunder, his handsome face clearly distorted in his rage as his steps shorten the distance between him and Gale. His hands reared to rip her apart into pieces.

                    But before he could do so, a force of bright light blinded him as he covered his eyes instinctively. After that, he felt himself being pushed away as his back hit the wall with a loud crack. He took a sharp breath as not to allow any sound of pain to slip from his mouth and his eyes reflected intense hate. He made his way to his feet and the light subsided at that point. A Vitrus appeared before him. Its three eyes partly opened. "Let this be the last warning. No violence, Scorpio." He glanced where Gale is and the hatred just won't stop increasing and as if to dissuade himself, he slammed his closed fist into the wall near him. "This is not over." He gritted his teeth as he walked passed the Vitrus and took his seat beside the Queen on the female assistant's side.

                    Sangreal did not even gave out any sort of greetings. He was not clearly fit for it and instead closed his eyes and leaned on his chair as his arms crossed over his chest. The hateful disposition was still present, but was not as blazing as it was from before. The Vitrus satisfied had finally made its exit while Sangreal wanted this Eistrea thing to finish as quickly as possible, so he could kill that traitor and erase her paltry kingdom from existence. Just like that, he began his mental countdown.

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If this were merely one of Omne's leisure trips, Michio might have been able to fully enjoy the stunning sight unveiling itself before him freely. Or, at least enjoy it without the ever present anxiety that accompanied him when Omne left Dai-uchu. He stood on deck, mouth slightly agape as he absorbed the sight of Heaven's Eye, even as his hand tightened on the handle of his sword, and his worry grew. Pulling his gaze from the scenery, Michio landed on Omne, checking not for the first time that his Master was safe. Before he became the King's Guard, Michio might have thought Omne's gaze was one of regal contemplation, the far away gaze of a man with centuries of wisdom tucked away in his mind. Now, Michio would have guessed that Omne was day dreaming or distracted by some obscure, irrelevant thought.

Some people might have found such a discovery of their hero's character discouraging. Not Michio. If anything, it made Michio love him more. Worry a whole lot more, yes, but his devotion had never died.

Increasing sounds of activity met his ears, and Michio quickly shifted out of the way of the airship's crew as he made his way towards the King, feeling as if every second he was more than a step away might risk Omne's life. With his hand still resting comfortably on the handle of his top uchigatana - Inazume - he settled in a pace behind Omne, taking in the crew as they docked the airship, watching his King, and trying not to get too distracted by the scenery revealing itself as they drew closer.

Heaven's Eye was stunning, and Michio found it hard to take his eyes off the towering peaks above him. Yet, he was anything if not disciplined, and it was only a moment of admiration for the island before he was back on duty. Straightening his back, and checking his gear, Michio followed Omne off the boat. He had planned on following Omne for as long as he was able, having read in various books the previous accounts of Eistrea. He wouldn't be permitted beyond a certain point, as merely a guard.

Though he didn't believe he would go all the way, accompanying Omne as far as Michio could was only natural. Still, Michio found himself shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as the rest of Omne's entourage's attention shifted to Michio and Kenji - obviously displeased that Omne's 'favourites' were able to proceed with the King. Michio bit his lip and glanced at his feet, hating the momentary attention and hoping it would pass quickly. Omne's mention of 'next time', likely did not help to ease any tensions. The added 'probably' from his King made Michio sigh, all too familiar with the word when coming from Omne's mouth.

It was then that movement caught his eye; the figures of robbed men moving as if gliding across the ground. Michio shifted a half step closer to Omne, his lips tight as he watched them nervously. The guard was instinctively wary of the Virtus, only put slightly at ease by the relaxed manner Omne addressed one of their number - Francis.

"Why Omne?!" Michio thought to himself, mentally shaking his head at Omne's attempts at small talk. Michio was certain he worried twice as much as any normal person; once for himself, and several times over for Omne. Yet, he didn't have much time to contemplate whether Omne's attempt at the Virtus' name was correct or not, for Omne had turned to inspect Michio and Kenji and ask 'Francis' a question.

"Join you?" Michio's surprise forced the words from his mouth, his gaze shifting from Omne to 'Francis' and then back to Omne, "I thought we weren't-..."

Michio's words die out as 'Francis' spoke,

"Michio Itou, Guardian of Constellations, The Sun of Dai-uchū, the Eye has permitted your presence."

"Oh!" Came Michio's soft, surprised squeak, his lips parted as his eyes flicked around the gathered members of their group. There was hesitation in his body language, and in his movements as Omne and 'Francis' began the journey. Was he really being allowed somewhere where no simple mortal without a caelios crystal had ever been? How jealous would Omne's crew be if they knew Michio and Kenji had gone further than any other of their standing had before them? Jumping after his master, Michio shook the discomforting thoughts from his mind and focused on the task at hand.

Well, he focused as best he could. It was hard when his attention would be suddenly grabbed by the landscape they were passing. Michio's head turned this way and that as he attempted to take in everything at once, his lips parted and his eyes wide. "Wow" , fell from his lips in hushed awe. Only his fear of the the Vitrus and leaving Omne alone kept Michio from entirely falling behind to admire the view.

All too soon the trio were being led through a set of imposing doors, and into a large room. A grand table and chairs were set up, with a map pulling most of the room's attention. On it blinked twenty dots, six of which now seemed to be stationary - himself and the others in the room, Michio assumed. Yet, Michio only gave the map a cursory gaze as he followed Omne into the room and towards the table. Instead, his gaze fell on the three current occupants, sitting at the other end of the table.

Michio's hand twitched, aching to shift up so that he could wave to Levir. Yet, it wouldn't be proper, given the standings of things nor the situation. Instead, Michio let his gaze fall onto Fauna first, and then to Estelle. She was hard to look at - intimidating in her own way - and Michio's eyes instead slid back down the table to his King.

Michio was already three steps forward when Kenji's words negated the king's request, leaving Michio hanging awkwardly in between, unsure who to believe. On the one hand, he craved the comfort that came with Omne gently playing with his hair, yet he knew that Kenji was right. This was definitely not the place for such things.

"Perhaps when we get back to the airship?" Michio ventured as he came to stand directly to Omne's right hand, a half step behind. "Please?" Came the softer addition as Michio's hands nervously clutched at the handles of his weapons. He had been by Omne's side through various international meetings and dealings, yet none were quite as nerve wracking as this gathering of Cosmos' zodiacs. Especially with the Queen sitting imperiously down the other end of the table.

The sound of the doors opening pulled Michio from his thoughts, and he gratefully turned towards the distraction. A smile broke onto his face despite it all as Isidore appeared, and again Michio had to resist the urge to wave at his friend. Instead, Michio let his hands loosen their hold on his swords, forced himself to relax, and attempted to catch Isidore's eye to mouth 'hello' at him. Yet, barely had his lips parted when the doors opened again and a young woman filled the room with momentary laughter.

Michio's blue eyes followed Gale in and to her seat, before sliding back to Isidore as if pulled to his long-time friend. Biting his lip, Michio forced his gaze away again, scanning the room and making himself think of possible strengths and weaknesses associated with the space if he were forced to fight on short notice. He was attempting to distract himself. Michio had only gotten halfway around the room when the doors opened once again, revealing the zodiac of Aries - Dai-uchu's neighbour Dharylan - entering.

Libra's zodiac came next, though he took his seat with the briefest of introductions. The growing tension was making Michio anxious, yet thankfully it was partially broken by the entrance of Zarya. Michio found himself smiling at her arrival, and later blushing slightly at her kind greeting. "I've missed you too, Zarya." He replied quietly, his free hand shifting to brush her arm lightly, his version of a hug. Michio would have preferred to hug Cancer's zodiac, yet in such a formal situation with Omne in need of protection, he was unable to.

Shifting closer to Omne yet again, Michio returned his gaze to the centre map and watched as the closest of the remaining, moving dots, came to a halt with the large group representing those already in the castle. Barely a second later the doors opened and in walked the man Michio recognised as Sangreal. Though Sangreal's malice was not directed at himself or Omne, Michio nevertheless found his hands adjusting their hold on his swords, and his feet shifting ever so slightly towards his fighting stance. He would not be caught off guard by anyone.

Yet, it was to Gale that Sangreal exploded, uncouth expletives pouring from Sangreal's as his long legs propelled him across the floor. He was close, hands raised in an obvious promise of violence, when a white light flashed in the room and threw him against the far wall. Michio gasped, blinking sunspots from his eyes and quickly attempted to assess the scene as it now was. Worry was an ever present emotion, but at least now it was tinged with some thankfulness for the protection of the Vitrus during this sacred tradition. Michio might not be able to attack during their time at the Eye, but hopefully that meant none of the others could too.

Though this recent incident had been a close call. Michio found his focus on Gale. Yet, it wasn't Michio's place to step out of line, even if he wanted to ask Gale if she was alright after Sangreal's out burst. So, instead he moved forward to lean against the side of Omne's chair, his gaze sweeping around the table before falling onto his King. "Does that... does that happen much?" Michio asked Omne quietly, knowing that the King had been to all of these occurrences and would know how often drama of this kind occurs.

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Zari was on higher ground on the coast of Agare watching at the sea. Next to her was Cayden, her trusted advisor and Sevi who was her unofficial bodyguard. Behind them were three Kaloflys with their tamers, screeching loudly. Usually Zari would have been moving by foot or on horseback but with the distance between Agare and the port the hawks had been faster. She was wearing her usual black leather armour, her claymore strapped on her back, two daggers hanging from her belt and her golden hair put into ponytail. She wasn’t the one to wear dresses in meetings. She might have been Princess by a title, but more than anything she was a Warlord.

“Miss Leo. The ship from Cancer is closing in.” Cayden said watching the sea with a telescope. Zari smirked. “Perfect. Send someone to guide them through the rocks.” She ordered and Cayden nodded going to give this important task to one of the villagers living at the port. The mountain kingdom had a rocky coast with plenty of underground rocks and more than few ships had crashed there. However this ship was one that Zari would make sure would get there safely. Her friend Zarya had came to pick her up for the trip to Heaven's eye.

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Zari was stretching and breathing the fresh air taking a break from walking. Walking uphills wasn't too much of struggle for her, she had had a lot of practice on the mountains. At first she had walked with rest of the group, however Zarya had told her to go ahead which she gladly did. It was faster to travel alone than wait for them. She had also left Cayden and Sevi long behind her on the ship. They had wanted to tag along but as always, Zari participated the meetings alone.

One she arrived at her destination, Virtus was waiting her arrival and spoke, “Zari, Princess of Leos, Warlord of Agare” there was a pause as he looked around. “You arrived alone?” Zari didn’t bother to answer to an obvious question. “Follow me” The Virtus said and Zari was led into room with other zodiacs. She saw the few others who had arrived before her and bowed slightly. “King Constellations, Queen Stars, Prince Pisces, Price Libra, Prince Aries, Princess Sagittarius, pleasure to meet everyone.” She might have been a mercenary, but she had still been taught etiquette. Even with her enemies sitting on the same table, she was polite enough to at least note them. Zari walked to the King’s side of table and sat next to Gale. She had to take off her claymore and lay it against her chair as she leaned back in her seat. In case she needed it it would be just in reach.

However she ended up needing it faster than she had expected. As Sangreal walked in ready to attack Gale, Zari jumped up, draw her trusted claymore and got in between them - only to be blinded by a bright light. Instinctly she covered her eyes with her arm but didn’t move from her place. As Sangreal was walking to his place, Zari kept a close eye on him. “Same goes with you Leo. Lower your weapon.” The Virtus spoke. She sat down but didn't put her weapon back in it's stealth. Instead she left it out. If she didn't need it now, she would need it as soon as she stepped outside the room.

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So begins the story of the Tempestarii and Zephia of Gemini, the twins of the earth and sky, whose goal is simple, try and cease the violence between the countries though care and compassion... What fate will come of them? Only time shall tell...

To the Council,
Vespera and I shall take our leave once more for the Heaven's eye, we have matters to attend to there, and shall be back shortly, while we are gone, I ask that you continue to guide the country in our absence. I have trust that you will do fine as always. Yet, with the tension growing between the King and Queen, should Vespera and I not return within two weeks, seek out the new Tempestarii and Zephia. Thank you as always, for your lasting work. We will return within a fortnight.

Signed.
Elaine Gemini

Remembering said letter, Elaine looked from the bow of the ship. Looking out into the sea with the ocean's breeze flowing through her clothes and hair. To her, the Ocean was nearly untouchable to the forest dwelling woman. Yet, she got to Sophara, where she soon set off on the trip to Heaven's Eye, feeling her winds subside once more. Though Vespera soon joined her, speaking with her usual, calmed voice, with her hair in a simple ponytail, it did not waver as much as her sister's,

"Elaine. We shall be arriving Heaven's eye shortly. It seems the weather blessed us this time around, as high tide seems to be approaching, dding in the clear weather. I do not expect this to remain on our return trip."

With those words, Elaine turned, smiling as always to her sister, with the winds picking up around the two, transferring the words Elaine had,

"Do not fret, my dear sister, after the ritual, you will easily be able to command any storm that comes our way, I trust that you may give us a safe trip"

"I fear that is not exactly correct. As the weather is of nobody's command. But, as I mentioned, please, get ready for the ritual. Likely the other royals will be there, especially the King and Queen..."

"I will, though, the tensions that have risen from the two have put all of us on edge. We should be ready for anything, Sister."

"That we do. Especially with several rulers there, whom are not exactly on good terms. Or, whom are of sane mind. I express taking caution as well."

With those words, Elaine walked into the captain's quarters, which had been changed into the royals' room, it was ornately decorated, with the green and blue that represents Gemini. Though Vespera remained out atop the decks, watching the crew brace for a course correction, as they adjusted the sails, before the helmsman swiftly turned the wheel, lurching the ship hard to the left, though, Vespera did hear a mild thumping noise, from what sounded to be a human-sized object hitting the ground. This caused a light laugh to come from her, as she knew what it was, as Elaine had no idea it was to happen, while Vespera watched, and braced accordingly. Soon enough, she entered the room, to prepare like Elaine was.

As the ship moved through the rocks of the coast, Elaine and Vespera stood atop the upper decks again, Elaine, in her typical green kimono, with her sword resting on her right hip, locked into it's sheath with a clip, to keep it from flying out should she pressurize the air within the sheath. While Vespera kept to her white and blue dress, with the radiating sun crown, both gave a light laugh to each other, as they looked at their clothing appearances, and then the flag. Patriotism was something they found to be lovely, yet, they couldn't help but laugh at their colours in comparison. Standing aside, the crew began to tie the ship into dock, and lower the plank from the ship. As the crew rolled the sails, others shifted the ropes into quaint circles, being careful not to tangle the ropes, unless they wish to be like John. Whom still hung from the forward of the two masts. He was tied there the day prior by the captain and his crew, and left there, even Elaine was unwilling to get him down.

Yet, the two stepped from the ship, escorted by six trackers, each in red cloaks, hiding the majority of their gear from sight of prying eyes. While it was common knowledge for neighbouring kingdoms of the Esper wings, there was little knowledge on how it works. As the group walked to the docks, a second group had stood there, as the twins looked to them, their voices spoke, it felt unnerving, and eerie, but admittedly, Vespera and Elaine were used to hearing eerie things, Have you gone into the forest? But that was brushed aside when the Virtus spoke,

"Lady Elaine, Lady Vespera, the Winds and Sky of Ceruile Cer." They paused, looking at the hooded trackers, whom remained between the parties, "I am afraid the guards will have to remain by the ship, please, this way." With those words, Vespera looked to the Trackers, whose blades were ready should there be need to fight, though they held them in their sheaths, as to not provoke,

"You remain here. Stay by the ship. Cathryn, I'll leave the rest to you." Her words were short, as Elaine had began walking, soon with her sister catching up. It was a quiet walk, as the two were guided to the room, where they were greeted by a loud, thunderous voice, prompting the two women to rush in, seeing Sangreal yelling to Gale, followed by Zari rising with a claymore, this caused Vespera to speak up,

"Lord Sangreal, I will ask you to mind your words. You are in the presence of the Eye's Ambassadors, it would be a shame to see you make a scene here, only to receive punishment, Lady Gale has not done anything to provoke you, and should you continue, others may have to step in." As she spoke, Elaine had stepped between the three, Zari, Sangreal, and Gale. Despite not having her words, she knew just putting her body in the way would be enough to aid the situation.

With the situation calming, sort-of, rather, with Sangreal returning to his seat, Elaine took her seat, towards the center of the table, next to Zari, a beloved friend, that Elaine felt she could call her daughter. Of course, with polite greetings signed to each ruler, as, well she cannot speak, and the air does not move as freely as it does in the Geminian halls. While Vespera, sat next to her sister, speaking once more, [color=#16ce2f]"'Tis a pleasure to see you again, Your highness. The same goes with you, Lady Zari, Lady Gale, Lord Kedemel, Lord Dharylan, Lord Isidore, Lady Zarya, Lady Fauna, and the retainers of Her Highness and His Highness. I hope you have been in good health."[/i]

With their greetings given, Vespera quietly sat, in thought, while Elaine socialized with Gale and Zari, wishing to offer tea, but not having her tea set on her to offer with....

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    Staring up the mountain arrived to climb, Cedar felt his insides twist and turn as he felt the beast draped around his shoulders curl around the man like some sort of snoring scarf. With him, came the words that echoed in his head from Ama - "Just ignore them. Clear your head, you'll have two days before you actually meet with them in that place, right? So focus on yourself and Jotaro."

    Part of Cedar wished it'd be that easy. He had food for the two day journey, for him and this foul beast with even worse breath then a partner you wake up to first thing in the morning. Scrunching his nose, he bared his teeth and tried to manage. The worst thing that could happen at this point was he fell off the side of the mountain and died in some tragic form of mangled limbs and gushing blood. Eye and Universe combined, he sincerely wished that'd be the case... but he still put one foot in front of the other as if he was on autopilot. He couldn't afford to be late, and if he was... well, he could kiss his ass goodbye. From his people, and the Queen's side.

    The first afternoon was walking in silence, neither afraid nor comfortable in the environment as Jotaro slept away the afternoon and evening. All Cedar was left with was his thoughts and how dark everything seemed around him. He seemed to have retained two friends through all this - Levir and Estelle, but no more then that. The rest would be enemies on the field, and whatever left of his heart would begin to harden once more.

    Once night came over, Cedar found himself more occupied with that of a small wood figurine of a tiger then how somber or the eerie ambiance of the mountain in general. Back down where the ship would await, sat a little boy patiently swaying side to side as the smaller creature would just have to wait two days before seeing his 'father' again. The child was a strange critter, Cedar couldn't place his finger on it to begin with. One day the boy just latched on, and Cedar could never quite shake him off successfully. With no name to him, and some sort of disability to read or speak full sentences just yet, it was almost like the boy was raised to be an animal.

    The thought kept Cedar busy the next morning when they had to set off again, and that evening as well. By the time they reached the top, the Yugen Leader was forced to change from his grungy attire. Changed into a suit, and more formal attire, the Aquarian walked to where mist seemed to heavy - and a monster emerged. Was he going to die? Goody. His eyes narrowed as Jotaro began to growl.

    "Cedar Eurynomos Asa-Aquarius, ruler of Aquarius, follow me." The Prince of Aquarius nodded as Jotaro began to climb right up the man's body once more. He could see the form of the annoying old hags of Gemini rushing in what he could assume would be the room he was soon to be guided in, and only came in to basically get what had happened. Gale and Sangreal, eh? And the two old hags and pussycat of sands rushing to help her in some way or another... He let out a tsk as a voice drew him out of his loathing.

    "I want a chair." Jotaro growled out, voice almost demonic in nature as it eyed empty chairs with greed.

    "Am I not enough comfort for you, Jotaro? Cedar hissed quietly in thought, not acknowledging a single person in the room despite the smile that played on his lips towards Estelle and company. "Oh! Queen Estelle! As beautiful as always, but are you forgetting something again?"     He teased, all the same as he took a chair and pointedly moved it farther away from the table, to the corner of the room faced away from those he didn't have the stomach to even look at. Which, minus Levir and Estelle, was the entire group. He wanted to rip his own face off, his eyes plucked from their socket just to spare himself such hideous people.

    Still, that smile played on his face as he walked behind Zarya, gently touching a lock of hair. "Princess Zarya, I presume you got here well?" He purred. "And with Theon waiting in a ship, I further presume." Came a hopeful chirp. "I do love that brother of yours, I hope he hasn't ended up like that unsightly creature I saw being guided away by guards. Something about missing eyes?" Cedar squinted towards Estelle. "Sounded like a fun time, but regardless, I have a little boy who might be a joy for you and Theon to meet, once this is all said and done. He hummed aimlessly. "But hello to the rest of you." The blonde smiled, finally swallowing down his hate. Despite the mass betrayal he felt from Isidore and Gale, he was glad he never expected much of anything else from the pair.

    Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jotaro climbing onto his seat as if it was a perch, looking at the group from his corner of the room with skeptical look for a creature with such a bizarre face for a beast to begin with. Cedar just went to drape himself partially against Estelle's chair with a smile attached to his face. Even if he didn't know someone, he didn't bother to introduce himself.

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Outside the window it was white; a blinding sea of near weightless clouds hanging in the sky. The view from this far up was stunning, a giant’s take on the world below. Yet, for the woman lying prostrate on the bed, the view held little interest. As the crew of the airship industriously buzzed about the flying craft, their ruler remained curled up within the inner most room. A bed, plush rugs, and a selection of food and drink made it luxurious, while the only light came from the softly glowing crystals strung around the walls. It was, essentially, a hideaway from the views surrounding the ship, yet that really didn’t help the blue-haired woman from knowing that she was far too high up in the air.

Speed had been essential however, and an airship covered far more ground than a horse. So, Nadya had ordered the airship readied, and spent the majority of the journey avoiding glancing far, far, far down at the ground below.

A knock on her door pulled Nadya from her thoughts and she pushed herself up from the bed, pushing long strands of hair away from her face and straightening her clothes.

“Yes? Come in.” She called.

The man that stuck his head through the door was a familiar one. Many of his features were similar to those on Nadya’s face; the golden eyes, the nose… His hair was lighter than her mothers, and lighter than Nadya’s. Silver, rather than blue, and currently looking windblown from spending time atop the airship’s deck. While first and foremost her father, Marlen was also one of Nadya's main advisers. Their relationship was far more casual than Nadya and her other advisers, which she suspected was why it was her father that had come to speak with her, rather than one of the other, stricter men and women accompanying her on her trip to the eye.

“Nadya, we’re almost there. Are you ready to dock?” Her asked, stepped into the room. A stream of louder noise followed him in; the sounds of loud calls between the crew or the occasional squawk of a seagull.

“Yes, I'm ready." She responded, straightening a crease in her dress and then jingling her jewel bracelet at her father, “I'll come out when we're a reasonable height off the ground."

"Right, so I'll come collect you when we've landed. On the ground." He replied, arching a brow at his daughter, Marlen was well aware of Nadya's distaste for being anywhere higher than she was tall. It had made piggyback rides extremely hard when she was younger.

“Yes, an excellent plan father." Nadya declared, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the man, “You're so considerate."

"I aim to please, your Divine holiness." Marlen gave a dramatic bow as he backed out of the room, earning a mock scowl from his daughter and a laugh as he perfectly imitated the regal expression of one of Orcana's oldest serving priests. Marlen shut the door after him, offering Nadya privacy and time needed to properly prepare herself for the approaching meeting. She smoothed her clothes down, adjusted her hair, sprayed a faint hint of floral perfume onto her wrists, and let her fingers brush over the crystal embedded on her back.

It was barely twenty minutes later that the airship came to a gentle stop. The sounds outside changed, as ropes were thrown to the ground and the ship gently lowered to the ground. Nadya emerged before her father had had a chance to return, leaving the relative safety of her room and following daylight to the airship's main deck.

Eistrea was definitely something to admire, and Nadya took a moment to herself to crane her neck up at the peaks above, and take in the scene before her. She knew her crew and advisers would be doing the same, either now or when she had left for the gathering. No doubt they would all return to Orcana with tales of the island which rose out of the sea, a once in several generations opportunity

Eventually, however, Nadya's gaze turns to her immediate area. Several airships have already arrived, indicating various zodiac leaders. As she makes her way towards the gangplank, Nadya wonders how many more zodiacs came by boat, and therefore how many were already waiting. Nadya offers a word to her crew - to not cause drama with the other crews waiting, and to enjoy their break - a goodbye to her advisers, and a hug to her father, before setting off. She takes no one with her, but heads towards where she can see the trail of flowers.

It wasn't long before a figure glided into her periphery, the eerie creature sending chills down Nadya's spine as she paused and waited for its approach. Her readings had prepared Nadya for the Virtus, and she nodded politely as it stopped before her. "Nadya Irne, the serpent bearer, Ruler Divine of Orcana, Ophiuchus zodiac. Come, they are waiting." The Virtus spoke, before turning and beginning to lead Nadya the remainder of the way. Before long, the imposing doors of the castle loomed over her. Behind them, Nadya knew a collections of friends and enemies sat.

Without hesitation, the woman stepped forward, pushing open the doors and stepped inside. The room was very obviously divided, those siding with the king on one side, those with the queen at the other end of the table. Nadya's gaze fell on those friendly faces who now stood among her enemies, before flicking to the enemies she would now consider allies.

“Greetings, I'm pleased to see I'm not the last to arrive." Nadya said into the room, gliding around the table to take a seat at the queen's end. She avoided looking at Sangreal, felt a pang of regret at not being able to greet Isidore properly as a friend, attempted to catch Levir's eye, and fought to keep the scowl off her face at the sight of Zari. Instead, Nadya again spoke to the room in general, asking, “Who else has to come?"

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Faust Capricorn
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The gentle rocking of the ocean waves swayed the boat as it drew ever closer to Heaven's Eye. Once, the tempestuous sea was a death wish for anyone idiotic enough to attempt sailing through it, but with the descent of the island it became a calm and tranquil. The scenery laid out before her, the stretch of the ocean beyond the horizon; it was the perfect embodiment of peace, and the perfect contrast the smoldering storm that enshrouded Faust's mind. Ever since she was first able to comprehend words on a page, she spent countless hours sifting through and absorbing any information of the Eistrea. Yet, all of those minutes seem wasted now that she was getting to experience the event for herself. Every minuscule detail in the world about the Eistrea, all now dull in comparison.

Now that she stood on the deck of the ship that carried her towards the island itself, she felt quite small in the grand scheme of it all.

It wouldn't be long now that the ship would dock and Faust would begin the trek up to the castle, and the thought of it did little to calm Faust's nerves. Though she would soon notice the approach of a long friend. Or rather, she would smell the heavy scent of Iuliana's perfume before she had ever heard her footsteps. Besides the two of them, the only other people on the boat were its crew.

"So, I see you're still up here twiddling your thumbs," Iuliana said playfully, leaning against the railing next to Faust. "You know, thinking about the Eistrea isn't going to do anything to stop it."

"As if saying that will stop me from thinking about it. If you were in my position, you'd be thinking about it just as much." Faust said, rolling her eyes.

Iuliana shoved Faust in a light-hearted manner, "I'm just offering some friendly advice since you look like you need some inner peace. Have a little more faith that you won't make an absolute fool of yourself in front of all your enemies." With that said, Iuliana left just as quickly as she as she came and moved towards the lower decks of the ship leaving Faust to smother in her own thoughts.

Alone once more, Faust let out a dispirited sigh, as she knew there was a drop of truth in Iuliana's words.

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Soon, the boat docked on the island, and with a simple glance around it was clear to see that the other Zodiacs had arrived as well. Bidding a quick farewell to both Iuliana and the crew of the ship, Faust began the two day journey towards the castle. Both the terrain and climate of the island was rather unfamiliar to her, but even so she continued forwards.

She had later stumbled upon a trail of flowers, and she couldn't help but feel as though they didn't truly belong in a place as haunting as the island. Though the seemingly floating silhouettes that approached her fit in perfectly with the overall feel of everything. But Faust had known from her studies about them, the Virtus, and so she was all but surprised whenever she had encountered them.

"Faust Capricorn, Ruler of Capricorn, Monarkhes of Aigókeros. Follow me."

It wasn't long until they had approached the castle and its gates. Faust had almost felt like she was passing the point of no return, but she fought to keep her rising unease at bay and focused solely on the task at hand. Once entering the room where all were waiting for the arrival of the rest of the Zodiacs, she gave a slight bow of acknowledgement, but had spoken no words. With swift and deliberate movements, she had made her way over to the Queen's side of the table and stood behind those who had already been seated. Faust was far too much on edge for her to comfortably sit down.

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    Yikes. That wass the only word that seemed to cross Haven's mind during the entire trip by air. Yikes at the war, yikes at her impending marriage, and yikes as most of her kingdom's close friends took the Queen's side - and most was purely Orcana, if she was being as blunt as possible. The bright side to being on the King's? She was still working out the kinks on that one. In the end, they all had made their mistakes that led up to this, and it was time to give the Piper his dues on the way out after recharging their powers.

    With Annie, running things smoothly back home, there wasn't much for Haven to worry about. Her sister was the only trusted blood she had left, and with that meant Annie was essentially going to be the only one who's heir took the throne in the nearby future. For now, they bit their tongues and waited until this horrible idea was over with, the war done and the Kingdom's military something that wouldn't simply bend over backwards for some silly little invasion. They were at sea, not much should catch them off guard if they were able to spot it from afar, correct?

    As she watched the island come closer and closer into view, and the many airships already docked, something made Haven swallow hard as she could already imagine how tense that room of people would be. From enemies left and right, to people who already hated each other... This day was going to be one of pure stress, that much was very apparent. "We're docking!" Cried one of the crew members, Haven quickly bracing herself at the sacrifice of another who fell. All was fair, in such dire circumstances. That's what she tried to joke, anyway.

    The crew knew better.

    "Do we need to escort you?" A young man asked, most likely only thirty himself.

    "No, thank you." She said quickly with a small wave of her hand as she made way out the vessel with a small bag. "Something tells me you'll only get hurt in the end." And with that, before anyone else could object, she was already making a quick and solid b-line to the premises.

    Though, perhaps she should of gone slower. At the mere sight of the bizarre creature amidst all the dreariness and eerie feelings, came a giant creature with a single eye shut. A screech emanated from Haven as she stumbled back, jade eyes wide in alarm as it stared at her - but not quite. More or less, she felt it staring at her. "Haven Virgo, Heavenly Maiden of Virgo. This way," It spoke, much to Haven's silent horror as she got up and followed after the creature. This was starting to seem like... well, to be frank, a Universe damned nightmare.

    As she brushed back her pink hair and stood, Haven could only hope she'd wake up soon enough and this horrible dream would be over...

    But the moment she opened the doors to the waiting room, her heart fell. The tension wasn't anything like she thought. No, it was suffocating hate, distrust, betrayal... All things that would make a flower wilt. Still, she curtsied to the room before taking a silent seat next to a strange... strange man, but his hair reminded her of something much more comforting - like the stems to a plant! Or the colors of a leaf. "It's.. nice to see you all. I believe, if I couldn't right enough, we're only missing one more person, yes?" Haven spoke up, her nerves buried deep in the internal confines of every other negative feeling shes had since her own mother's execution.

    But still, there was a mix of people she knew well, and people she genuinely couldn't be bothered to know. Surely no one would get murdered, right?

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⌈vladimir T A U R U S⌋location: HEAVEN'S EYE
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Eye-catching crimson locks billowed like a banner of introduction. Smoke blown as it curled around the black-clothed figure of glorious demeanor. The glimmer of horizon's light captured by a silver green eye as it was reflected like a rare gem. A smile visible upon the pink red lips, though its meaning seemed to waver between interest and sinister. The combination of the said pieces can only be attributed to the one and only 'Bloodless Bull' Vladimir who watched the expanse of the skies make way for him without resistance.

It was not everyday that Vladimir could take the customized airship procured solely for the use of the Taurian Royal Family for a delightful spin. That is why he was at the bow relishing the harmonious speed of the wind while enjoying a cigarette which made the experience truly worthwhile. The clouds, the wind, the sense of being on top, it was a good investment both for leisure and for military purposes. It is no secret that he had placed great interests and priority in the expansion of his kingdom's armed forces. He does not like having a blind spot, an irony, but it was inevitable since he had began his policy of territorial expansion many years back through Yugen and Aigókeros. He always favored domination and that included his military might.

That is why Vladimir was rather grateful for this two-sided war finally exploding. This was ideal as he was pitted against the Queen who resides so divinely on her seat from the heavens accompanied by her allies composing that of Aquarius and Capricorn. He could now openly release his forces on them without him thinking much about political consequences in crossing borders of others. All was now a fair game, as long as he sticks with his alliance.

Vladimir does look forward to a lot of trampling in this war. The fragile peace they all hold onto was becoming a bit stale for his liking. He was certain that he was not the only one who thinks in that way. If all of them were so upright and loves the calm, they could follow the examples of Cikrik and Gradivus by dissolving their armies or having none of it. Security and safety? Those are just time-tested reasons that are already obsolete. He could not help but chuckle under his breath, before setting his sights on the scenery of Heaven's Eye cradled by mist like a mother's secretive embrace.

"Being called by the maker, huh..." That is right the armistice was only until the Eistrea. They are required to go if they want to have their powers intact and at full burst. That was a no-brainer, especially with the upcoming war. Their powers were the greatest weapon that can be wielded in that tight spot. Vladimir would not miss the chance to wield his power at maximum output. The idea really pleases him as he looked at his hand while making it open and close. His imagination giving him the vision of his weapons in all of their brilliance.

"Lord Archon." A soldier called out. His head bowed to show reverent respect. The silence was the evidence for him to continue on. "There had been reports of other Kingdoms already present in the general vicinity. We are close." That is right, these people of his cannot see the mythical island that was in front of them. "I'll be in the bridge." It would be best for Vladimir to take over the wheel at this point. The soldier was startled a bit, but heard the Archon's words clearly. "I'll inform them at once." Then, the soldier left to inform the ones at the bridge.

Not sparing the soldier a glance, Vladimir took one last inhale of his cigarette then released its smoke like an ecstasy before flicking the cigarette butt to the air as it plummeted to the ocean below. He left for the bridge while cracking his neck with a smile plastered on his face. It would be good to see the faces of those young ones as they all act like grown-ups. Certainly, he would enjoy the show awaiting for him in that oh-so-mysterious island.

Once docked, Vladimir cannot help but sigh at the reactions of his men as they looked at Heaven's Eye like a fish out of water. They were now able to see the mystique of this sacred ground as written in those ancient texts. He eventually took their attention as he ordered them to stay put 'lest they want to test the boundaries of the makers. When all had been affirmed, he departed on his own though, there had been some reluctance from his personal guards. That is understandable, but really, they were just going to be in his way which he stated without mincing it.

It was not good to earn their Archon's displeasure, so they did as what was instructed as Vladimir made his way alone. There was no need for a map, since a path was made obvious unless one lacks common sense. It made him wonder if foolishness can be gambled on, but it was not an option as a hooded creature of pale hue greeted him. "Vladimir Basile Taurus, Archon of Prasinus Bovem. You are the only one left. Come."

A hint of laughter filter through his eye. Vladimir wanted to focus on the mysterious creature, but he was more entertained about him being the final attendee of the Eistrea. It made sense as he actually left way late since, he was having a grand time in bed. It made him want to return to his airship now and just laze about there for a day or two. Making them wait at his indulgence. Such a tempting deed, but the creature guiding him seemed aware of his mischievous thoughts. "Do not tarry any longer, Taurus."

There goes his fun. Vladimir shrugged his shoulders and was soon escorted to the room where everyone else was waiting. "My, hello to you all, looking so rulish and mighty." He gave that playful smile, before bowing to the King. "A pleasure, my King." Taking the only remaining seat, he then gently tapped the table. "Let's begin. I don't have all day. People to kill and to rule over. Don't know about the others though." Ignoring the fact he was the late one as he smiled.

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