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Roan Ambers

"You can just call me Ambers."

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a character in “Outcasters: Atonement”, as played by Aera

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A small force of Faeries aiming to rescue their Queen and reclaim the world's throne.

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ROAN AMBERS



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------- >>> I Basic Information I <<< -------

{Gender}: Male

{Pronouns}: He/Him

{Age}: 25 Years Old

{Original Realm}: Human Realm

{Occupation}: Rebellion Soldier, Remei Prisoner (formerly), US Army Officer (formerly)

{Relationship Status}: Bisexual, currently in a fling with Simon Davenport.

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{Physical Description}: Brown hair and eyes, tall and stands at 6'3. Ambers can be described as an athletic male, who is constantly seen training and keeping up with his shape. He keeps his hair buzzed, and Ambers used to wear glasses for his near-sightedness but stopped wearing them once he joined the army. Upon his body, he has a couple tattoos- a funky blue and black pattern that can resemble late Native-American art that spans his left shoulder, and a cross on his right forearm which bears the names of his lost team. The origins of his tattoos are extremely private to him.

{Species}: Furyan
A dying breed, Furyans themselves are impressive physical specimens; they are stronger, faster, tougher, more resistant to pain, agiler, possess acute senses, immense stamina, and recover quicker and with more finality than most of their human cousins. These people were ideal soldiers and were one of the first human mutants before the merging of Realms.

During the War, Furyans were labeled under the umbrella of Fae due to their superhuman characteristics and were betrayed by their human cousins. It is likely that the merging of Realms sparked the mutation in the human race- but with most Furyans having been forced into prison and slavery along with the Fae, not much scientific data was willing to be collected.

Image {Personality}: Being a foot soldier and the experiences that come with war, Ambers was whipped into shape to do the best of his job- fight. His experiences pushed him to test his own limits, making him independent and very self-reliant, with a side dish of high endurance and tolerance.

His loyalty to the Fae- and Prince Simon- is unmatched, and it motivates him quite incredibly.

When with his friends, he can be quite the goof; sometimes going out of his way to have fun and make up for the rough times in the past. However, due to his experiences of losing his best friends in battle, Ambers can be quite apprehensive about forming deeper relationships with people.

If someone is able to become friends with Ambers, he can't help but worry about their wellbeing, and sometimes would put the effort in ensuring that they are still alive if he feels especially anxious when apart from them.





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------- >>> II History II <<< -------

Before the merging of realms, Ambers was a soldier in the United States Army. He toured all over the world for wars and battles, but when the collective realms were booted and merged into one, it sent a cascade of energy ripping through the universe.

That energy, seen between a blessing and a consequence, rippled through the human race. It changed molecular structures, DNA, to which happened to Roan Ambers. This birthed the beginning of a mutated human race- Furyan.
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Ambers discovered his mutation after being blown up by a bomb in Afganistan after he survived and healed rapidly from the event. When the worlds merged, the Furyan were treated just as Fae- and were sold out to the Remei to become imprisoned. Ambers was one of those who was betrayed by his own government in supposed spare of their lives.

Most of the Furyans were too human to survive the harsh treatment and eventually became unable to heal from the whips and torturous injuries caused by forced labour. One by one, he saw the last of his own race die, or murdered if they resisted.

He was part of one uproar in his prison block, a truly humanistic show of bravery and resistance, yet it was one of the biggest slaughters known by inmates there. Nearly half of the workforce was completely wiped out. Roan Ambers remained, along with one other, who had been moved to a separate block across the continent.

One day, on a cold morning, his block was one of the few that Prince Simon was able to free from the Remei control. Having since been rescued, Ambers joined the rebel forces as a soldier, with an undying thanks to Simon for saving his life. Being neither Fae, Wraith, Remei, or typically human, he found himself advantageous in the field as a Rebellion soldier. He gave off no signature aura, and he spent much of his time teaching other Fae soldiers martial arts... from the human realm.







Roan Ambers (c) Aera/Yuanfen
Outcasters series belongs to Skulduggery and TheChrimsonLady
Faceclaim is Chris Wetmore

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So begins...

Roan Ambers's Story

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Sunday's pleasant response was a relief, and Alexander found himself finally releasing a breath he wasn't entirely aware he was holding. Her laughter echoed throughout the clearing which elicited a gentle smile from the old soldier, despite how hard it had been for him to do so this past year.

"This is brilliant, Grandfather. She will love them, thank you."

Straightening his expression, Alexander dipped his head in response and offered a simple, "You're welcome."

He noted her sudden shift in mood and it only took him a second to figure out where this conversation was headed. Sunday was very fond of her grandmother and it was no secret she intended to free the former Queen from her prison. It was only by Alexander's begging that she ended up in that place, rather than being outright executed, but he wouldn't be entirely surprised if Sunday blamed herself for her mother's actions.

"Have you seen her?" the young girl asked solemnly. "Grandmother, I mean, is she any better?"

Alexander paused for the longest moment before clearing his throat. "I try to visit your Grandmother each evening, if I can," he told her, his voice dropping considerably in volume. "She's... not doing too well, I must admit. Barely lucid at the best of times, and only growing weaker by the day." His gazed shifted for a single moment, perhaps out of shame or just discomfort, but he regained his composure quickly enough.

"Thankfully, in her state of mind, she seems to be unaware of her situation. She believes that she's living in the Hotel once more, with her children," he further explained. "I've not had the heart to shatter that illusion."

"She's mad," muttered one of the soldiers, standing a little in front of his comrades. "You ought to give her some mercy, let her die in peace rather than forcing her to live in pai-" The man's voice cut short as Alexander's head whipped around, wearing the sort of look in his eyes he typically reserved for the Tyrant Queen. "Forgive my outspokenness," he offered feebly, then stepped back.

Alexander inhaled slowly and returned his attention to Sunday. It was only for the man's loyalty that he wasn't lying in a pool of his own blood, but there were more important matters at hand than disciplining a loose-lipped subordinate. He hadn't travelled so far only to offer supplies; he also had information that may have been valuable to the Rebellion.

Reaching into his cloak, Alexander retrieved a small scroll of paper and passed it to Sunday. "I've happened upon a small village nearby. It's under the Queen's control, naturally, but it's deemed relatively unimportant since the village is small and poor," he said. "It's guarded by one large creature and a handful of Demon soldiers, none belonging to the Remei." Another scroll of paper was revealed and once again passed to Sunday, this time detailing the resources, civilians, and amount of soldiers she could expect to find there. "I'm afraid that's all the help I can give you for now."

Behind him he could hear his men getting restless and Alexander knew he had to wrap this meeting up as quickly as possible. Before then, however, he had one more think to inquire about. "How... is Simon coping?" he asked, his expression softer than it had been just moments before.




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Simon rolled onto his back with a heavy sigh, the back of his head resting on his forearm. He waited a few moments until he caught his breath, then sat up a little. "Christ..."

His time with Ambers only ever felt good in the moment, he'd quickly come to realise. The second they were done, he would always feel a tightness in his chest and a weight on his shoulders that proved unbearable at times. His mother's imprisonment, the fate of his people, and the countless hardships he forced upon his own daughter because he was too weak to shoulder them alone. All of it was taking its toll on him. The man in his bed wouldn't distract him forever, much that Simon wished he could.

When sex wasn't enough, there was only one other thing that worked to drive away the depression. One thing that made him truly numb.

After what felt like an eternity of staring into space, Simon finally heaved himself up and walked to the furthest side of the tent where his garments lay in a messy pile. He bent to pick up his bottoms before he started pulling them on, another impatient sigh filling the silence.

"Go fetch some wine from storage, would you?" he asked, his tone somehow both sharp and exhausted at the same time, and for the first time since in a while he finally turned to look at Ambers. "Not that weak mortal shit though... It won't do anything for me."

The look in Simon's eyes suggested he wasn't in the mood to argue about the subject, but he suspected the young soldier would try it anyway.

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ImageAmbers stayed in his position on the bed after Simon had rolled off of him, soaking in the afterglow of the moment.
His light-brown gaze looked over at Simon when the curse left his lips, and his gaze fell back onto the sheets. He was aware of the weight on Simon's shoulders- or, at least, could see the effects of the man's mind on his body and actions. In this sense, it was the way Simon's voice sounded that gave Ambers the impression that some sort of thoughts started weighing him down again.

The soldier looked over to Simon again, studying those eyes, and realized that he wasn't in the position to argue. It hurt a little to see Simon turn to wine to cope, but it was situations like this that he became conflicted over who had authority. As soon as the fun ended, Simon became the royal prince again, and Ambers, a soldier.

One day, Ambers felt like he would be cast aside once Simon was tired of sex, but those kinds of thoughts were the ones Ambers tried not to think about too much.

"Alright." Ambers said, and he sat up to start making his way off the bed, rolling his shoulders. He pulled his pants on and made sure not to make Simon too impatient with the wine.

He retrieved the wine that best suited Simon's description and made his way back to the tent, ducking a little through the entrance.
"I got it, I hope it's to your taste." Ambers said, and he moved to get two glasses, pouring an appropriate amount for Simon, and only a little for himself just for taste. He had to cover a patrol shift later, so he wasn't going to have more than what he poured for himself.

He held out Simon's cup for him to take.
"Here."

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Ambers wasn't gone for too long this time, but Simon usually spent these moments alone attempting reflect on the way he interacted with the younger man. He wasn't a particularly cruel person by anyone's standards, and most knew that his sometimes cold behaviour could be attributed to the countless losses and pains he'd experienced in his life, but when it came to Ambers he found he was either incredibly loving or instead short-tempered and withdrawn. He enjoyed their closeness, but at the same time he feared it.

Growing too attached to the boy would be his death sentence, as it had been for Sashi and Tanya.

The tent's entrance was pulled back some and he turned to see Ambers clutching a bottle of wine. Simon might've forced a smile, were it not for the overwhelming guilt he felt in that moment.

He watched wordlessly as the soldier poured wine into glasses, then held one of them out for him to take. He looked at it for a few moments, though it felt like an eternity, while the countless voices in his head bickered over whether he should take it. Slowly he lifted a hand but instead of reaching for the glass, his hand went to Ambers' wrist, guiding him to set the glass down on the table once more.

Stupid as it was to do so, Simon stepped forward until he was chest-to-chest with Ambers, placing a single kiss upon his shoulder and another in the crook of his neck. He seemed to settle into the taller man, hoping for an embrace that would once again distract him, but this time it was different. There was nothing sexual about the interaction.

"I'm sorry," he spoke through a sigh. He wanted to say more, to explain what the hell was going on in his head, but nothing seemed to come out. He could only apologise for his failures and weaknesses, as he had a hundred times before.





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Be it for the compelling story that Mycah told or the sound of his voice after such a long time apart, Eida's anger and resentment were slowly draining into nothing. Although she did not realise it at the time, she had lowered her weapon entirely, using her free hand to pull the sheet so that it covered as much of her body as it was able. Her gaze had softened considerably, but she still held the faintest trace of a frown, chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip as he talked.

At the very least she understood the importance of this interaction, and knew she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to, but that didn't stop her from taking as much control of it as she possibly could. His words were slowly working to ease some of her concerns, but it would take a lot more than that to chip away at the wall she'd built around herself and her daughter.

"This is no trick, Eida, that is not my way. I am unable to leave her without giving her permission to take full dragon form," he finished, so softly she could've sworn her heart fluttered a little, but she shut that thought down as soon as it appeared. "You have my word, I will leave the moment it is done."

She remained silent for a long time, carefully regarding the father of her child, then exhaled slowly. "Turn around," she ordered, knowing he would comply, and waited for him to do so before she bent to retrieve her clothes. Only when she was adequately dressed did she allow him to turn back around, by which point she was already knelt beside Hotaru, lifting her up with the gentle hand of a mother.

"You may approach her," she told him with a nod, her voice holding none of the strength it had just moments before. It was clear to see that, despite his reassurances, Eida was still quite unsure of herself and the situation. She cradled Hotaru lovingly, allowing just enough room for Mycah to get close but not enough that he'd think to try to pick her up himself, and she didn't take her eyes off him for a second.

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ImageAmbers didn't look up to meet Simon's gaze with the wine, and instead kept his eyes on the glass, waiting for the prince to take it. For a brief moment, his skin flushed a little- almost trying to find a fault in his actions that were permitting Simon from taking the glass.

Did he pour it wrong? Surely there must have been some royal etiquette that Ambers would have probably not known about. Or, maybe he took too long and the desire for wine had already passed. Or perhaps he had to let the wine sit or something before pouring it. Ambers didn't know anything about wine, besides that it had originated from grapes and aged in old barrels.

After it seemed the moment was too long and Simon seemed to not be taking the glass, Ambers' lips parted to apologize- only to find Simon's hand moving up. However, instead of the glass that Ambers had thought Simon was reaching for, he watched the hand instead move to hold his wrist to guide the wine down to the table. He looked up to Simon then, trying to read his expression, his thoughts. For Ambers, it was routine to stay one step ahead of the game; but with Simon, it was impossible. He couldn't read him very well during moments like this.

"Simon..." Ambers started to say, and he would have continued if it wasn't for Simon stepping in to place that first kiss on his shoulder. His word simply faded out to breath, and whatever Ambers was going to say went completely out the back doors of his mind.

The apology was unexpected, and it was then that Ambers had realized what was happening and just what type of affection this was... and a feeling of relief lifted from Amber's chest. It seemed like Simon wasn't going to drink the wine after all. As much as he was relieved for it, Ambers still was concerned on the nature of the apology and the context of it.
He wasn't entirely sure if Simon was apologizing for asking for wine, refusing the wine, or if the apology had anything to do with him at all. But, that much didn't matter to him. If he could lend an ear to Simon and help alleviate whatever negative feelings the prince was plagued with, Ambers would do it without hesitation. He owed his life to the prince, but he also found that after time had passed he really started to care for the man's wellbeing as though it were his own.

"It's alright." Ambers said, and he let a small sigh leave his lips, raising his arms to wrap them comfortably around Simon. His hand moved up to comb through the side of his long brunette hair, and Ambers hoped that his touch was able to offer some amount of comfort for the prince.

"You're trying your best, and I'm proud of you for it." He said.
Small things first. Simon made the choice to refuse the wine, which was a choice of sobriety on his part. A good step that required a lot of strength to do.

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Simon allowed himself to relax completely when Ambers' arms wrapped around him, and he let his head rest in the crook of the taller man's neck. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt fingers running through his hair, a pleasant shudder running down the length of his spine.

"You're trying your best, and I'm proud of you for it." These words caught him off guard.

Simon could've laughed. Did Ambers really think this was his best? He'd never been so pathetic in his life. Even when his parents left him behind to raise his sister alone at the age of twelve, when his wife was murdered and he raised his ungrateful son alone without complaint, or even when his girlfriend was also murdered and he was too busy fighting a war to mourn the loss. Through all of that he'd remained strong.

In the end, what broke Simon was the death of his sister, Symone. Were it not for his daughter pulling him away from the scene when she had the chance, Simon would've undoubtedly gotten himself killed trying to rescue her. Instead he watched as she was burned alive, alongside his best friend and uncle.

He could do nothing to save them, and their screams still haunted him.

Simon shook his head and pulled back just a little; not in an attempt to break the embrace, but enough that he could hold Ambers' gaze. "Don't be," he murmured, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His hand moved over the soldier's bare chest and settled on the nape of his neck, tracing circles with a single finger. This was not the time to dump all of his thoughts and feelings on Ambers, who no doubt had his own issues to deal with, so he opted instead to change the topic of conversation.

"We should get out of this tent," he suggested, being careful with his tone so that it wouldn't sound like he was barking an order. He wasn't so ignorant that he didn't acknowledge the authority he held over others, and the way they were often more concerned with his title than he was. "I think some fresh air is in order, aye?"

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Image"Don't be."
Ambers couldn't help but look at Simon's eyes with a bit of gentle protest. Of course he was proud of Simon, and he respected him very much. There was no way he couldn't be proud.

The way Simon looked at him with that hint of sadness had Ambers going completely silent, and he thought at that moment just the kinds of things the prince must have experienced. He only heard of stories from other soldiers, tales of the worlds before. Certainly, there were lots of things that Simon wasn't ready to talk about, and he respected that in all attributes. Ambers wouldn't push that boundary.

With that thought in mind, his eyes closed to the feeling of Simon's touch across his skin. It was quite fascinating how someone else could elicit such a calming response in his body. Ambers seemed to learn something about himself every time the two interacted. Not that Ambers had never been in a relationship before, but it had been quite a while since experiencing this type of intimacy. He had made an effort to avoid it as much as possible prior to seeing Simon, for his own reasons.

"We should get out of this tent. I think some fresh air is in order, aye?"
Ambers offered a smile to Simon's words, and he nodded.

"Yeah, fresh air sounds like a good plan. I know of a couple spots we can walk to. There's a good stream nearby... but I'm not sure how far you'd like to stray from camp." He murmured, and he leaned forward a little to deliver a gentle kiss to Simon's temple. "I'll put the wine back. Just think about where you'd like to go, and we'll make sure to go there."

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A soft kiss to Simon's temple made the heat rise in his cheeks. He looked up at Ambers' with what was quite an affectionate gaze, greatly appreciating the gesture.

On the other hand, the words that followed only worked to sour his mood.

Simon's eyes found the bottle in a second, a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach, like he wasn't quite ready to let it go just yet. This feeling barely had time to register on his face, however, as he released a soft laugh and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "No need, Ambers," he told the younger man, keeping his voice as casual as he could manage under the circumstances. "I'll take that back later, don't worry."

The prince's hands slipped down Ambers' arms until he reached his hands, then began to pull him forward towards the tent's exit. "Let's just go, 'ey? That stream sounds nice... peaceful," he added, pulling back the door flap for both of them to make their way through it.

Without needing to be shown the way, Simon - still keeping at least one of Ambers' hands in his own - made his way through the camp and towards the edge of the forest, where a small path had recently been formed. It became a habit over the past year for Simon to spend many a night mapping out the areas that surrounded the Rebellion's camp, no matter where they found themselves in this ruined world. Within the first two nights, Simon had managed to familiarise himself with every nook and cranny. Streams, lakes, clearings, caves, and whatever else he could find. Not much had slipped by his notice.

The moment they left camp, Simon had visibly relaxed, and he released his hold on the young soldier's hand. A slow exhale filled the silence, before his brown eyes settled on Ambers.

"How are you holding up?" he asked, as if he was surprised that he hadn't thought to do so earlier.





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Eida was still unable to peel her eyes away from Mycah as he stepped forward, as he knelt to interact with his daughter for the first time in her short life. Her emotions seemed to swap rapidly between jealousy, admiration, and outright sadness. Hotaru adored her father almost instantly, despite typically not taking well to strangers. This sparked many fears, but also a great deal of relief.

She'd give her right arm for someone to step forward and decipher what was going on in her mind right then. Not that it mattered anymore, of course. Mycah was in her daughter's life now, whether she liked it or not.

In the midst of her thoughts, Eida was caught off guard when suddenly the young child was no longer in her arms, but instead had her own wrapped around Mycah's neck. Her eyes wide, part of her was tempted to snatch her daughter back, but something halted her. He daren't move in that moment; she could see the hesitation in his face, and in the way he merely held his arms out.

She stayed motionless for a good while, then set her jaw. Shit...

"Hold your daughter, Mycah," she told him, her voice so quiet it could be classed as a whisper, but there was no way he wouldn't have heard it. It took a lot for her to use those words, and they were not careless. Acknowledging Mycah as the child's father was a sign of budding trust, or at least some leniency with regards to her boundaries. "Her name..." she started, pausing momentarily. "Her name is Hotaru."

Eida pulled her gaze from the two, unable to watch as Hotaru cradled her father so lovingly, and took a moment to scan their surroundings. The women and children that had accompanied her on this journey were long gone; only the three of them remained. She didn't quite know if she was grateful for their absence.

With a flick of Eida's wrist, a wooden stool emerged seemingly from nothing and she lowered herself to meet it. She spared a glance to the sword that still lay by her feet, a sigh escaping her lips.

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Ambers opened his eyes to the sound of a distant hawk, the quiet signal to change shift leading him out of slumber. He yawned, giving a light stretch of his muscles before he looked over to Simon next to himself.

It was still early enough that the song of crickets was thick in the air, and it was too dark to see anything in detail. The soldier could still tell that Simon was still in his own slumber- one that Ambers was very adamant about letting him continue. He wished he could stay, but he knew he was needed elsewhere. Soon, he'd be back. In time to hopefully catch Simon just after his dinner... and where he knew he was most vulnerable to picking up the wine.

Sitting up, Ambers leaned over to lightly press his lips to Simon's head, just above the ear. He was very careful to keep his touch light as to not wake the man up, and he moved to slowly get out of the bed. Ambers still didn't know what their relationship was, whether it was made to last or was something the universe lined up to make their lives cross paths. Ambers knew the feelings he had for Simon, which he knew was his personal truth. Though, for now, he had to put his personal life behind and step back onto the field for work.

Getting dressed, he gathered his belongings needed for work, before his gaze passed that of the wine bottle that Simon had him pull out the day before. Ambers had to stop and stare at it for a long minute, torn internally between continuing past, or doing something about it. Though, he knew doing something about it would only be a short-term solution. If Simon wanted to drink, he could just open his chest and get another bottle.

Still.
This one bottle was one bottle less that he possessed. Surely he would hear an earful if Simon found out about what had happened to the liquid inside, but that was something Ambers was willing to deal with after his guarding shift.
Taking the bottle, he slipped out of the tent to pour it quietly onto the grass and placed a rock over whatever stain it left on the earth. Only someone who knew that a rock wasn't there before would be the probable cause of the wine disappearance being solved.

Nonetheless, Ambers placed the empty jug back inside where he had left it before leaving the tent for good that morning.

Walking, and taking his time to get to the area he would patrol for most of the day, Ambers leaned against a thick tree trunk to rest his mind. He would listen to the forest very carefully for a couple of hours- until the feeling of a suspicious quiver made way through his chest. He had never really felt anything like that before, but he could tell that the signature was one of great power.

Here? Ambers thought, and the experienced soldier quickly ran to where he had felt the signature until he came about a hill- and the noise of yelling. He could hear objects- most likely people- being thrown, and the screams matched the idea of the actions happening. He came over the hill but kept himself hidden behind a large enough tree, and he leaned ever so slightly to gain an observation as to what was happening below. A white figure, which took on the appearance of an areal bird, and what looked like a small army. That army did not look rebellion. It was... alarming. He watched as three individuals seemed to come out and approach the soldiers there and the suspected fae, and Ambers recognized the name to which the soldier's voiced. Squinting, he could see the demonstration that Alec had done in front of the soldiers as proof of his identity.

Alec.

Ambers' eyes widened to that name, and the sliver of his head took shelter behind the tree once again. He stared straight on, before he slowly made his way back down where he had come from, settling behind the hill out of sight from the situation he observed. Taking out a silent whistle- which was used to call a mystic note that the guard's messenger hawks were only witched to hear, he scrambled to get out a paper and start writing his location and a message.

Fleet of soldiers, Alec and two companions. A fae is also here. He wrote, and when the hawk swiftly arrived and landed on his shoulder, he rolled and folded the note to place it in the messenger's talons.
"Bring this to Simon." He whispered, and he hand-gestured a sign of Simon's name to the hawk, before the bird took off on a fast flight to deliver the message.

Then, when the messenger hawk was deployed, Ambers snuck back up the hill to peak from behind the tree trunk once again to make sure he had his eyes on the situation below. He needed to know if the Rebellion camp was in danger, and if he could grab Alec's intention in the dialogue he could hear.

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"Might I ask your name, little fox?" said the strong-looking soldier with a smile. Antheia, still being in her vulpine form, stared into the man's eyes intensely, trying to read his true intentions. Much unlike the other men she just encountered though, this trio didn't seem like they wanted to skin her and adorn their homes with her pure white fur. No. After all, these entities saved her from exactly that.





Lifting herself up on her hindlegs and standing tall, somewhat resembling a pet dog begging for food, she made her body grow. Her white, thick fur changed into fair skin and her face began to take on soft human features. A plain white dress covered her body and curly, silver hair began to cascade over her shoulders and down to her lower stomach. Lastly, the fluffy tail and pointed ears vanished and her eyes changed from the dark chocolate brown to a stunning sky blue colour.

Blinking twice, she wobbled slightly back and forth - ever since she landed in this new world, she always remained in one of her animal forms as disguise. So it was a bit unfamiliar to be in an upright, bipedal stance once again. After a long stretch and loosening up the muscles in her legs though, she stood more confidently.

Almost forgetting that the man across from her asked her something, she opened her mouth and spoke up in a soft, slightly raspy voice: "Antheia... it's Antheia Ophiuchus." It had been a long time since she communicated in human language, so she cleared her throat to make her voice sound more stable this time: "My home is known as the animanty realm but you people like to refer to it as 'the realm where residents are one with nature'." It was a bit hard for her to speak so openly about herself but in her current situation she had no other choice.

Antheia glanced blankly towards the other two men and rested her gaze shortly on their faces to signal that she is talking with all three of them now. "You have my sincerest thanks for aiding me in this… rather tricky situation." Her tone fell a bit on the last words. Though it was true: without them interfering this might have ended badly for her, so she was fairly grateful. Although it intrigued her how the dark-, short-haired man of the three manipulated the infantry into obeying his exact words with a strange sigil. He did have quite a different air about him, his aura was different from everyone else she has encounted in this forest so far. But she could ponder about that later. Right now she had to ask them something else, something that is the reason she has been wandering in these strange woods for so long.

"I do have to ask another favor of you. I’ve been wandering in this forest for moons now but can’t seem to find a certain shelter of rebelling fae. I wish to join them. Can you show me the way there?” she asked confidently, a tinge of hope appearing in her tone, although her voice still held a certain air of detachment.

Waiting for the men’s response, her left ear suddenly twitched as her animalistic instincts took over.

Something or someone was watching them.

Facing the direction where she sensed another being, her voice chimed attentively: “We’re beeing watched. And it’s not that squirrel over there.” She gave a short side-glance towards the roots of a nearby birch where a tiny black squirrel sat munching on a hazelnut and silently looking at the two-legged creatures.

Transforming back into the arctic fox from before, Antheia took off, dashing very quickly across the forest floor and up the opposing hill. And really, there was a figure standing at about 6’3 feet tall pressed against a massive tree.
She knew he had been watching and listening in on them and therefore that he was well aware that Antheia could understand him, even in her vulpine form. Her stance wasn’t aggressive but she made sure that if he planned to attack, she would be prepared. So she just stood her ground and tilted her head slightly, observing the male and waiting for a response, whether it would be one of friendliness or aggression.




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In complete silence, the trio watched with amused expressions as what appeared to be a small white fox began to shift into a form resembling a mortal woman.

"Antheia... it's Antheia Ophiuchus," she finally offered as her first response. Before Zio could open his mouth to speak, however, she had already continued. "My home is known as the animanty realm but you people like to refer to it as the realm where residents are one with nature."

The eldest of the three members turned to his companions with a confused frown weighing on his features, and he did not turn around until Alec offered him a brief nod of reassurance, as if to say: 'Yes, I've heard of it.' Which was entirely true, of course. As a Prince, learning about other realms was a necessity.

"I do have to ask another favor of you. I’ve been wandering in this forest for moons now but can’t seem to find a certain shelter of rebelling Fae. I wish to join them. Can you show me the way there?”

At long last, Zio returned his attention to Antheia, a bemused expression replacing the confusion that had once been there. Perhaps they would have themselves a new companion after all? They were both seeking the same audience, and had somehow ended up meeting along the same path to reach it. Had they not been interrupted shortly thereafter, Zio might have happily begun to extend her an invitation to travel with them. Things were rarely ever so easy...

“We’re being watched. And it’s not that squirrel over there," she warned them, triggering a state of alert hostility among the men. As they all scanned the surrounding woodland, not one of them had noticed her return to her 'original' form until Wellwish heard the patter of tiny little feed against the dry forest getting quieter and quieter. She was heading towards the threat alone, which was both incredibly brave and incredibly stupid.

Unsurprisingly, Wellwish was the first of the trio to pursue the fox, bounding after it with a skip in his step and a grin stretching ear-to-ear. His delighted, childlike giggles filled the sudden silence.

Ever since he'd joined the group, Wellwish had established himself as an outstanding combination of a full-blown madman and an exceptionally able magick-wielder. As such, he was rarely one to stray from any sort of conflict. In fact, he often tumbled into these situations head-first, much to the chagrin of the two men who practically became his babysitters.

The crazed magi, much like his new fox 'companion', appeared before the unfamiliar male, entirely hunched over with his hands on the ground and his fingers splayed outward. He directed his unyielding stare towards the stranger and crinkled his nose as if he'd caught wind of something strange. "He reeks o' your kind," he spat. Collectively the remaining two men in their group seemed to understand that this was directed solely at the Prince, who was now more in tune with his Faerie side than he had ever been. They also seemed to understand that this boy, wherever he came from, might potentially have ties to the Rebellion. Luck was clearly on their side that day.

"Bes' tell us where the Fae Folk are hidin' these days," Wellwish hissed, "or we'll 'ave yer tongue out in a second." He then proceeded to part his jaw with unnecessary amounts of aggression, grab the end of his tongue and pull it as hard as he could without risk of ripping the damned thing out.

"Or, in a less hostile manner... We've been travelling for many weeks now, trying to find the Rebellion's camp," Zio interjected, knowing that a calm and well-mannered approach would likely yield better results in this situation. "We simply seek an audience with the Faerie King... Would you know him by any chance?" he asked, then paused a little with his hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "We mean him no ill will, nor do we have any kind of ulterior motive. By my word as a Faerie, I promise this."

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"I’ve been wandering in this forest for moons now but can’t seem to find a certain shelter of rebelling Fae. I wish to join them."
Ambers narrowed his eyes slightly, hearing the now-transformed woman speak about the wanting to find the rebellion. It wasn't unusual, of course, since Fae usually gravitated to the rebellion.
It was just that Alec and two others were-

"We’re being watched. And it’s not that squirrel over there,"

Ambers sucked in a breath and flattened himself against the tree in a silent prayer, only to see a white fox jut from behind and look at him. And, behind the fox, he heard more footsteps.
Immediately, he took a couple steps back so he wasn't going to be potentially cornered against a tree trunk, and his hand was positioned instinctively against the hilt of his sword. Though, the second he did it, he remembered Simon's words about Alec and the whole 'don't start anything' speech.

"Bes' tell us where the Fae Folk are hidin' these days, or we'll 'ave yer tongue out in a second."

The first person to come up looked almost inhuman, and the threat that spilled straight from his mouth almost made him blink from surprise. Ambers wasn't unfamiliar with torture. Being a Remei prisoner for quite some time after the War, the thought of having no tongue was the least of his worries- besides the fact that he could probably grow it back. It would just take him a good ten years.

The second person was a bit more civil... however, brought on a more suspicious note. At least the first person seemed to speak directly what was on his mind, with the second person trying to clean up with some more expensive lip with the intention to sell.

"We simply seek an audience with the Faerie King... Would you know him by any chance?"
Ambers looked at them both, trying his best to keep calm, but of course, the mention of Simon made his gaze fix involuntarily to the man who mentioned him. He knew then that if he said he was unfamiliar, they would know he was lying.

Do you expect me to seriously give you the location of the rebellion camp...? God, I really hope the hawk gets to Simon. I don't know how many armies these three have.

Probably the thing that struck him off the most was the fact that Alec was completely silent, and Ambers shifted his weight, looking at Alec for a moment, before looking back to the man with the dreadlocks.

"We mean him no ill will, nor do we have any kind of ulterior motive. By my word as a Faerie, I promise this."
... Says the person standing next to Alec.

"Not just anyone can get an audience with the King. Maybe if I catch your names, it may help me with deciding whether I know the King or not." Ambers said, but specifically looked at Alec.
It was odd, really. Being face to face with the person who was responsible for potentially creating and ending your own race.

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"Maybe if I catch your names, it may help me with deciding whether I know the King or not."

Antheia noticed how the stranger has been repeatedly staring at Alec - more intently than at the rest of the group. Most likely he knew the man, perhaps from a past event or there are stories about him, which he heard before. Alec's strangely powerful presence still intrigued Antheia after all, so maybe he was quite a well-known figure in this world.



This new man across from her though, seemed a bit strange too. He smelt different from the others. Her delicate senses told the Animanty that this guy was neither a Faerie nor a Dragon. She thought that she had met someone with this smell before but it still wasn't quite the same. Puzzling over what this entity could be, she squinted her eyes together and studied him a bit more carefully.


Apparently the rumors were true. This realm was like a hotspot for all different kinds of species.

Although it was fairly risky for her to enter this realm, she still felt positive about her decision. Her goal was after all, to land in a world where she wouldn't attract too much attention because of having roots from another realm. The diversity of species here meant that people wouldn't be too surprised to see an Animanty here. Therefore her sisters would hopefully not take note of this very soon...


Noticing a faint breeze of wind flowing through the forest and rustling the tree's branches over their heads, Antheia started to transform into her anthropogenic form so she could use her voice again.

"He wants to know who we are, to see whether we're trustworthy or not," Antheia thought, still keeping an eye on the man across from the little group. Well, it was clever that he said that, but how would he know they were telling the truth anyway? Then again, she wasn't exactly sure how long he had been watching and listening in on them.

The more composed guy, Zio, however was of Fae blood, she could tell. He told the truth about his species. And therefore it meant that everything he said was the truth. Back in her realm, Antheia read books about Faeries who choked to death because they were dishonest.

She has been to realms before where residents said: 'if everyone was honest, this world would be a better place' but she didn't quite agree.

Whether the stranger knew about standing across a Fae or not, Antheia still thought it was right to always have a certain kind of suspiciousness and carefulness towards strangers.

Completely transformed now, the female shot a few gazes at the three by her side and decided to take initiative. For the second time today she introduced herself. "My name is Antheia Ophiuchus. Part of the Animanty race," she chimed in a calm but steadfast tone.

"Like this Fae said, we come in peace and seek no violent confrontations," her voice didn't waver and she looked at him with a sincere and gentle expression to signal that she genuinely meant what she said.



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"Not just anyone can get an audience with the King. Maybe if I catch your names, it may help me with deciding whether I know the King or not," spoke the stranger, with the all the confidence of a boy who believed he had any legs to stand on in this situation. Alec wasn't sure whether it would be necessary to remind him that he absolutely did not. For now, he opted to humour the kid.

Alec met the stranger's gaze, although it was considerably less hostile than the one he was offered. He became so focused on his potential opponent that he hadn't spared a glance in Antheia's direction for some time. As such, when her introduction broke the silence, he was surprised - so much so that his head whipped around and found her standing there in human form. How had he not noticed her shift? Even if he wasn't looking in her direction, he should have been able to sense that.

It was at this time he noticed a slight blur in his vision, and he exhaled slowly. Perfect timing... Keep calm, he thought to himself as an aching sensation slowly began to form in his left shoulder.

"Like this Fae said, we come in peace and seek no violent confrontations," Antheia echoed, to which Zio offered a murmur of confirmation.

Steadying his voice to ensure that it would not quiver, Alec decided to follow Antheia's introduction with one of his own. "This is Zio," he began, gesturing towards the oldest of the group. "And Wellwish," with another brief gestures towards the feral-looking man. "Of course you must know who I am at this point. They would have warned you about me, hm? Alec Iris, world-destroyer, evil bastard."

The aching sensation had begun to escalate into sharp pains that shot through Alec's left shoulder and waist every time he spoke. It became slightly painful to inhale, so he took a moment to control his breathing before he continued.

"Listen, I know you've got a fuckin' issue with me, kid. There's no hiding it," he barked, the stress and pain effectively removing whatever remained of his patience. "But you do know the King, because if you didn't, I'd have choked on my words before finishing that sentence."

Zio stepped closer to stranger, holding his arms slightly in the air to show that he was unarmed and would remain so. "We only wish to deliver a message... About the King's mother," he explained, adopting a pleading tone. "Realistically, do you think he would be happy to learn that you'd denied him a decent chance to save her?"

It may have been a bit manipulative to ask that question, but it was perhaps the easiest way to convince this boy that it was important for him not to make a fuss.

Alec, clearly agitated and now holding his shoulder with his right hand, decided to interject. "Be a good boy and make this easy for us, wont you? Take Zio back with you so that he may deliver my message, or you'll be useless to us and I'll kill you myself for wasting our time," he growled. "The camp must be close anyway, if you're here."

Wellwish began to giggle, hoping from foot-to-foot in anticipation. "What'll it be, boy? What'll it be?"

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Ambers looked at Antheia, and to Zio, Wellwish, and Alec.
It seemed like they were going to be honest, and Ambers had to give them that credit. Even if they were fae and could not lie; there were lots of ways one could avoid words or bend the truth.

"Listen, I know you've got a fuckin' issue with me, kid. There's no hiding it,"
He noted Alec's increasing agitation.

It seemed like his attempt at buying the Rebellion time to get here wasn't going to work. Whether the hawk even arrived to deliver the message to Simon, Ambers had no idea.

"We only wish to deliver a message... About the King's mother. Realistically, do you think he would be happy to learn that you'd denied him a decent chance to save her?"

He knew how much Simon's mother meant to him. Of course, Ambers wouldn't ever deny him answers or the chance to save her.

"Take Zio back with you so that he may deliver my message, or you'll be useless to us and I'll kill you myself for wasting our time. The camp must be close anyway, if you're here."

The soldier looked back to Alec as the threat of taking his life seemed to be his own attempt at persuading him, but his gaze involuntarily changed to one of concern. Even if Alec was... Alec, he looked like he was in pain.

"What'll it be, boy? What'll it be?"

"I will take you to the King." Ambers said, and he looked to Zio with a small nod.
He respected his kindness, to say the least. Perhaps he got the fact that threatening him really wasn't much motivation.
"Apologies for acting like a smartass earlier with my question. Had to make sure your motivations were legitimate. You two are indeed welcome to come since it is your message you want to deliver... and the Rebellion is aware that you three are here, anyhow." He said, and he gestured to the hand that was on Alec's shoulder that appeared to shield some sort of pain. "We have doctors. If you need."

Thankfully the four perceived him as a Fae- since he had no idea if his hawk arrived to even inform the Rebellion and Simon that Alec and the other two were here, and his tongue remained intact. That... and doctors were probably the last thing that the Rebellion would give Alec.

He looked to Antheia. "And food and water." Ambers said, and he offered a bit of a gentler look to the shifter. Perhaps it was because he knew she really had no part in the three-man group and the history they brought with them.

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"Of course you must know who I am at this point. They would have warned you about me, hm? Alec Iris, world-destroyer, evil bastard."

rang Alec's steady voice through the tranquil forest. Antheia squinted her sky blue eyes together and slightly turned her head towards the man's direction, shooting him a quick glance.




Warned you about me?

World-destroyer?

What exactly did he mean by that? Judging the look on the stranger's face, he seemed to indeed know about Alec. Antheia had some sort of intuition before already but now she started to become a bit suspicious and even a tiny bundle of concern began to knot itself in her stomach.

The scene of a whole infantry changing their mind and obeying his commands began to project on her mind. And then this weird energy that was around him all the time... everything started to slowly but surely merge into a picture.

But if he was so powerful, then why would he bother about a mere fox gettin-


Ba-dum, ba-dum.


What was that?

A deep, throbbing sound just echoed through the whole forest. Antheia wondered if she just imagined it, since no one else reacted to it, but there was a shiver that ran down her spine and her breathing seemed to stop for a moment.

"Listen, I know you've got a fuckin' issue with me, kid. There's no hiding it..."


Ba-dum, ba-dum.


Whipping her head vigorously towards Alec's direction, she stared at him wide-eyed. An enormous sort of energy flowed through the male, one which only someone of her race could sense.



Antheia tilted her head in a confused way and studied the man until the stranger across from her spoke up again, snapping her out of her trance.

Apparently he seemed to at least share a little portion of trust with the group now. It was hard for the Animanty to catch on exactly what he said though because that damn pulsating sound still rang in her ears.

"We have doctors. If you need."

The stranger seemed to catch onto Alec's pain as well, who was by now holding his shoulder due to it.



Hearing the stranger's words though, a tinge of hope now began to spark in Antheia's gut. At last, she finally had the chance to meet the Faerie King and ask to join his rebellion. After all, she couldn't wander around this forest for eternity and simply watch how this world gets destroyed and nature falling apart in the process. So it seemed the most rational to join a group of Fae that had similar goals in mind.

Hopefully he wouldn't mind having an Animanty in his team. The Faerie realm and the Animanty realm have communicated before with each other, but they've never exactly been allies.



As the man across from her laid his gaze on Antheia, she gave him a brief nod in appreciation for his words.

The heavy pulsation still stuck to her mind though, like a buzzing nest full of bees. It was strange, really. As if the throbbing emerging from Alec's body represented the heartbeat of the forest.

"You... you're like the heart of this forest... who are you...," Antheia murmured more to herself than addressing Alec directly. Her last words barely audible, since she whispered. However, the woods were so quiet at this moment, that the others might have caught up on it. Antheia on the other hand, was confused. This man was deeply connected to nature, almost as if he was nature himself.



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"I will take you to the King."

Zio breathed his relief aloud, utterly grateful that - in spite of Alec's threats and continued frustration - this boy had maintained his composure and agreed to comply with their request. Even the Prince himself had softened his countenance, although his lips remained pressed in a thin line.

"Apologies for acting like a smartass earlier with my question. Had to make sure your motivations were legitimate. You two are indeed welcome to come since it is your message you want to deliver... and the Rebellion is aware that you three are here, anyhow."

So he had sent word to the camp earlier, perhaps before Antheia sensed his presence. That much was to be expected. Not one of the three men stirred at this news, however, Zio felt obligated to offer a nod of understanding; as if to say 'no hard feelings' - or perhaps the ever-so-subtle smile he wore was more of a 'fair enough, well done' than anything else. Alec couldn't quite be sure.

Not that he had much time to think it over, of course. His eyes traced the boy's gesture. Suddenly he became aware that he was gripping his shoulder, and that the tips of his fingers were tingling and cold. His arm dropped almost instinctively, accompanied by a small wince that caused his brows to furrow.

"We have doctors. If you need."

Alec blinked through his surprise, a million different reactions cycling through his mind. He didn't know whether to reject the offer with gratitude, or laugh at the utter absurdity of it. Was he so disconnected with the situation that he thought his family wouldn't kill him at the first available chance? No, he couldn't return. His only hope was that they would hear his message and trust that he only intended to help. Zio knew of the risk to his life when delivering this message and he was willing to accept it. Alec could not be so careless.

"You... you're like the heart of this forest... who are you..?" spoke the shifter, her voice barely above a whisper. It wasn't directed at Alec but he accepted the comment as if it was, a sudden chuckle shaking his torso and thus irritating his shoulder.

"Far be it from me to underestimate a stranger, but gods be damned, you're quite the girl," he returned, drawing up his brow in a mixture of amusement and awe. "You can feel it too, can't you? The Earth's pulse; its heartbeat." The faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips and he watched Antheia with such intensity that it was almost as if no one else in this world existed but her. In that moment, she was the only creature who deserved his attention. Perhaps even an explanation... before they parted.

"I am bonded with this world... in a strange and wonderful way," Alec corrected, gesturing to their surroundings with both arms extended. "Its heartbeat is my own, as is its pain and decay."

A slight sway in his stance had Zio and Wellwish by his side in the blink of an eye, allowing him to rest his weight on their own. Still, he didn't avert his gaze from Antheia. In fact, he seemed even more intent on getting his words out. It was a strange urge that he couldn't quite pinpoint, but something deep within his mind was telling him she should know. She was the only one thus far who'd actually felt it.

"The world is dying, Antheia, but I will be its saviour, as I was its creator," he breathed, desperation and determination fighting for a dominant role in his tone. His eyes were fierce, his jaw tense, and he struggled against his companions who were now restraining him rather supporting him. "I will be its source of power; the one who maintains its balance... its Life Tree."

His gaze searched briefly for Roan before settling on him. "Your offer may have been well-meant, but it was useless and quite stupid... I cannot be healed, nor can I allow myself to be killed - the latter is far more likely to occur," he admonished, then nodded his head towards Zio. "Take him and leave. My message is of dire importance. Erieda doesn't have a lot of time left."

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"The world is dying, Antheia, but I will be its saviour, as I was its creator. I will be its source of power; the one who maintains its balance... its Life Tree."

Ambers listened, watching as Alec and Antheia conversed, with Zio and Wellwish seeming to support and restrain Alec at the same time. It was interesting to hear, and he noted much of the discussed condition to tell Simon later.

"Your offer may have been well-meant, but it was useless and quite stupid... I cannot be healed, nor can I allow myself to be killed - the latter is far more likely to occur." Roan decided it was best to not reply to that. "Take him and leave. My message is of dire importance. Erieda doesn't have a lot of time left."

He motioned for Antheia and Zio to follow him with a mere acceptance that Alec wasn't coming. Once they were walking and felt like they were a bit out of sight from Alec and Wellwish, Ambers would reach to bring out his canteen of water, holding the strings and letting it dangle from his hand as they walked. Of course, out of a bit of courtesy and to inform the two that the water was not poison, he drank from it first.

"Just let me know if you need water." He said to Zio and Antheia, "It takes about thirty minutes to walk there." He realized then that he hadn't introduced himself, and now that Alec was seemingly out of view and earshot, he turned his head to look at them both.

"I'm Ambers. Soldier." He said, and he looked at Zio, taking a couple seconds to gaze at his appearance and facial features. "... I respect that you took the risk to deliver the message alone for the sake of Simon's mother. I am sure he will appreciate it... and so will all of us."

Ambers looked ahead when he noticed he used Simon's name a bit informally there. He was used to using his name without the prefix of King or Prince.

He chose to focus his next moment on Antheia. "Everyone has a reason for searching out the Rebellion. Why are you? Ambers asked, but he raised a hand slightly. "If you'd like to say. Of course, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I know some people's reasons are... private. Or painful."

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Antheia observed the surrounding area as the trio walked. The slight breeze from earlier had now developed into a brisk wind, brushing through the leaves of various bushes and trees in the forest.
Lifting her gaze upwards, she noticed how grey clouds dappled the vast sky with their melancholic yet soothing touch.

Alec's words resounded in her head again.
Being the creator of this world and slowly but surely transforming into its Life Tree, it all made sense now that he functioned as its beating heart, as well.


Because Antheia sensed that he was in great pain, she felt strangely drawn towards him. Being an Animanty, it was deeply programmed into her that her number one goal is to protect nature. Even if she was not in her realm anymore, the urge to fulfill that goal was still there.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she focused her attention back on the current events again and watched as the stranger pulled out a container of water. "Just let me know if you need water," his voice chimed. Antheia appreciated the gesture but did not sense the tugging feeling of thirst yet.


The group passed a small patch of lavender, the plants' tiny petals swiveling from one side to the other as the wind brushed them. Instead of the usual vibrant purple, these flowers had lost their colour and a pale, greyish-green tinted them. Antheia came to a halt and as if her next move was completely automatic, she motioned towards the lavender and leant down. Pressing her right hand on the ground beneath them, they immediately started to regain their colour again. A piercing but soothing scent now emitting from them. The ghost of a smile spread across Antheia's lips as she observed the now healthy flowers, before she got up to continue following her two companions.

After the stranger introduced himself as 'Ambers' and talked to Zio about respecting his bravery to deliver the message, he now directed his next words towards her, which made her stomach drop. She would rather not reveal all of her exact intentions to why she came here, so instead she focused on why she wanted to join the Rebellion.

"I have nowhere else to go. Nature is falling apart in this realm and similarly to you, I want to save this world," she said in a serene tone, but it still held a certain air of detachment. "Therefore I'd do everything that's in my power to aid the Faerie King and his rebellion." she finished, a determined gleam now scintillating in her blue gaze as she locked her eyes on Ambers to show that she meant it seriously.

Her gaze then fell back to the surrounding forest area again, listening to the various sounds that rang from it, as if it spoke. Yeah, even if it took all of her strength and wit, Antheia would make sure that nature's beauty would remain in this world.



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Ambers stopped when he noticed Antheia halting in her steps to appearingly aid a plant, and he kept his gaze on her until she rejoined Zio and himself in their walk.

"I have nowhere else to go. Nature is falling apart in this realm and similarly to you, I want to save this world. Therefore I'd do everything that's in my power to aid the Faerie King and his rebellion."

It was interesting, Ambers hadn't met someone from the Animanty realm yet, and her loyalty to nature was very apparent. He took note of that as well.
"That is good that this Earth has someone to look after her." Ambers said, and he looked back ahead to where they were going.

He wasn't going to mention that the Rebellion was more focused on other things... like saving their queen, saving their own species of Fae from Remei control and imprisonment. Although they lived side and side with nature, focusing on preserving this world wasn't on the very top of their list. At least, that was what Ambers ended up figuring out.

If Atheia was focused on "saving" this realm, then her best bet was with Alec. He was probably the only one who truly loved this place and the situation he created.
He even said himself that he was going to save this world by sacrificing his own body to become the Life Tree.

It made sense, though. Most people were forced here, or in fact... everyone was, except for Alec. This realm wasn't originally occupied by anyone. Not even humans, to which this world closely resembled. Ambers still remembered the human realm. How delicate everything was. His family, the human race. Even if this realm resembled the humanic realm, he knew the soil wasn't the same.

Ambers, in a bit of a light sigh, focused on redirecting his thoughts to something more important. Like this walk, and who he hoped to see at the end of the day. Thinking of which, he was hopeful that Simon eventually got his message from earlier. It would be very sudden for Ambers to show up with Zio and a recruit, and for Zio to pop him with news on potentially saving his mother. Though, Ambers realized then that the first message included none of the specific details... and if he was expecting Alec, the world-merger wasn't even going to be present.

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Zio was not one to participate in conversations that were not directed at him. He was quiet and mindful in that way. As such, when the soldier - Ambers, as he had referred to himself - posed a question to Antheia, he decided to drift into his own thoughts. He had not yet planned the speech he was to deliver, so he mostly spent his time internally rehearsing lines and piecing the information together.

Occasionally he would offer a smile to either of his companions, whether they returned his gaze or not, and after a long period of silence, Zio halted in place. His eyes were alert with the sudden realisation that some sort of massive energy approaching the group at an absurd speed. This was soon enough accompanied by the thunderous sound of hooves against the ground, and from the trees appeared a group of some 15 or so soldiers, riding various mounts - stags, horses, and wolves.

At the head of the group, an unnaturally handsome man with an air of regality to his manner, sitting atop a white stag, strode towards the three. He hopped down from his mount before it even had a chance to halt, and turned to the group with a panicked expression.

"Roan," the King breathed, his voice heavy with relief. His friend, his lover, and perhaps one of the most important people in his life right now - if any harm had befallen this man, Simon would unleash absolute hell upon this world. After receiving his hawk, Simon had barrelled out of camp so fast he'd damn near knocked down every man, woman, and child in his way.

Unknowingly, he quickened his pace to close the distance between them, arms reaching around the taller man's neck to pull him into an embrace; with closed eyes and foreheads pressed together. It was a brief display of affection, however, as Simon released his grip and spared a glance to the strangers who'd accompanied him this far. "Alec isn't with you?" he asked, confusion and disappointment very much evident in his tone... Roan's message had stated he was in the area.

It then occurred to him that Alec was more than likely keeping his distance for the sake of his own safety. Tch... of course, he thought - even his inner voice was tainted with spite.

However, with a quick shake of his head, Simon wordlessly put that topic to rest for later, when he and Roan would undoubtedly speak in private and the encounter could be explained in full. For now, his attention went to those who were actually present; the white-haired female and stoic gentleman wearing a smile. A strange pair if ever he'd seen one, but he wasn't one to judge in that way.

"Please, forgive my poor manners," the King began with the slightest laugh to brighten his tone, before dipping his head as a gesture of apology and respect. "My name is Simon Davenport, leader of the Rebellion and King of the Fae... or at least what's left of us." He cleared his throat to distract himself from those dark thoughts, and clasped his hands together behind his back. "Might I ask your names?"

Zio opted to wait for Antheia's introduction before he offered one of his own, both due to his chivalrous nature and the utter importance of his message - which, if he were to blurt it out now, would make it difficult for the shifter to speak with confidence about her desire to join the Rebellion. He spared a glance in her direction, attempting to meet her gaze, and offered a small nod as if to say, 'go ahead.'

This action was not lost on Simon, who looked at Antheia and smiled in reassurance, eyes bright with expectation.

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Ambers first saw Zio stopping, and initially, the soldier thought that something was wrong. His own head snapped in the direction Zio was looking- however, quickly recognized the auric signature coming from ahead.

"It is okay. It's the Rebellion." Ambers said, and he took a step ahead of both Zio and Antheia to raise his hand to the approaching soldiers. Mainly to let them see that it was alright- and for them to know that it wasn't necessary to draw their weapons when they came closer. Knowing their speed from where he stood, they were prepared for battle if need be.

Ambers' eyes looked to the white stag, knowing it to be Simon's choice of mount. He was surprised to see him come, and the idea of him riding in on a very noticeable and targetable colored animal brought a bit of anxiety to Amber's chest. Even if it was known that there was no intent of danger from Alec, there was still a separate fleet of soldiers that he saw earlier that were still roaming these forests.

When the group approached, Ambers parted his lips to speak to Simon. However, the speed at which the white stag was approaching at was giving the King no time to stop properly, and the hasty dismount made Roan hold his breath.

"Roan,"

Simon's speaking of his name made the soldier freeze. He never really heard anyone call him by his given name, but the tone used was one of great relief. It was then that, during the moment of Simon bringing him into an embrace, that Ambers knew the extent of panic he put Simon into with sending the message earlier. It was necessary at the moment, for he wasn't aware of what Alec's intentions were, and the possibility of the Rebellion being in danger was valid.

Especially for himself- if he was killed before he could tell that Alec was in the area and the camp was in danger, there could have been a surprise attack. Though, now that he was okay, and the threat was subdued to a point, he wished the hawk had returned to send Simon an update. Just for the sake of him knowing that he was alive and that there was not a threat anymore.

Ambers let Simon rest his forehead against his own for a moment, and he raised his hand to cup the side of his face gently as though to say 'I'm okay.'
The moment really was brief, but it was probably for the best- given how dire the message was that Zio had to deliver. That, and showing affection out in public could potentially endanger them both... especially in front of Zio, one of Alec's allies. And who knew if Alec or a Remei just watched that exchange.

"Alec isn't with you?"

"No." Ambers said, but by Simon's more spiteful expression after he asked the question meant he must have known that Alec had made the choice to keep his distance. Stepping aside next to him, Ambers went to instinctively guard the King, his hand moving to routinely rest on the hilt of his sword as Simon addressed Zio and Antheia.

"Please, forgive my poor manners, my name is Simon Davenport, leader of the Rebellion and King of the Fae... or at least what's left of us." Ambers looked at Simon, catching that small moment of fleeting emotion, and he watched as the King clasped his hands behind his back. "Might I ask your names?"

Ambers looked to Antheia, then to Zio after that question.

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Similarly to Zio, Antheia sensed beforehand how a massive wave of energy approached the little group. The forest seemed to stand still and quiet as the distant sound of trampling hooves and paws came into earshot. A surge of curiousity but also slight anxiety overcame the Animanty, due to how apparent and vigorous this aura was.

"It is okay. It's the Rebellion." reassured Ambers' voice and Antheia rested her gaze on him, her anxiety starting to diminish. As the soldier stepped in front of Zio and her, she turned her head to the side, so she would be able to fully see what approached them.


Various animals appeared on the scene, atop a Fae each. Antheia observed the quadrupedal creatures and noticed how they did not feel any sort of fear or anger towards their riders. They were obedient - yes - but they still seemed to do it out of free will mostly. Even they wanted to help in saving their homeland.

The shifter was glad that the Rebellion treated their mounts well. The fact that animals do not communicate like people do, does not mean they could not feel any pain or suffering.

Leading the group, was a man sitting atop an energetic, pure white stag. Antheia could feel the authority of a King right away.

"My name is Simon Davenport, leader of the Rebellion and King of the Fae... or at least what's left of us. Might I ask your names?" he said with a bright and expecting tone directed towards Zio and her, after he greeted Ambers with a hug first. That display of affection and the relieved expression that adorned his face before, assured the Animanty that those two felt great care for each other.

She then noticed how Zio gave her a small nod to prompt her to start with her introduction first. As she averted her gaze and looked back at the man in front of her, he had already focused his deep brown eyes on the woman.


"My name is Antheia Ophiuchus,"she said with a firm voice and did a short curtsey - greeting him by bending her knees slightly and bowing her head. The bright tone that he used and the slight laugh which escaped his lips as he apologized for his 'poor manners' did not stop her however from greeting the King like she would greet most regality.

She then continued with a calm but respectful tone:
"I originate from the Animanty realm and was also forced into this world. I had heard of an opposing group of Fae who wanted to end the tyranny in this realm. You want to save this world and fight for causes, therefore I want to aid you on this mission. I want to fight for your and nature's survival as well, so I will do everything that's in my power to accomplish this goal." Antheia had to take a breath after her speech - she wasn't the best at talking but she still hoped that her words would reach the King and persuaded him into letting her join his rebellion.



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As the young girl - who'd introduced herself as Antheia - began to explain her origin and reasons for seeking out the Rebellion, Simon listened intently with a curious and unfaltering gaze, a single corner of his mouth twitching upwards in approval. It wasn't every day he encountered an outsider so determined to share the Rebellion's goals. Most strayed from them for the sake of living as easy of a life as possible.

Simon approached the young woman, placed a single gloved hand upon her shoulder, and smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Antheia," he returned, his voice as gentle as he could manage considering the circumstances. "I know you are sincere in your convictions, and honestly... Who am I to turn down an offer of help?" he asked rhetorically, another small laugh mixing with his words. With the same hand he'd placed on her shoulder, he gave her a reassuring pat. "Welcome to the Rebellion."

After taking a few small steps backwards, Simon turned to face the other stranger, who shifted his weight with the realisation that his turn was up.

Zio, gentle and respectful as he was, did not show nearly the same level of courtesy for the King as Antheia had done a few moments before. A slight dip of his head was sufficient enough in his mind; after all, the only Prince he truly followed was Alec. Until the two Royals found peace - true peace - passable civility was all that Zio could or would offer.

"I am Zio," the stoic soldier began. "Alec's messenger."

This revelation seemed to twist the King's expression into one of barely-shielded distaste. "And what message does my beloved nephew wish to bestow upon me?

Zio raised a brow but decided not to press that issue. "Information regarding the Fae Queen's prison, and how to get her out of it."

What followed was a very lengthy, very painful silence. Simon appeared to be calculating the best response in the midst of his shock, anger, and desperation. His distress was evident in the moisture that softened the hue of his eyes; barely enough to form tears. A loud swallow was the first thing to break the silence, followed by a scoff. "How would you know a damn thing about her prison?"

Zio's gaze fell to the floor - whether it was out of regret, shame, or some other emotion, Simon couldn't really tell... Something was weighing on his shoulders, it was evident even before he offered the King an answer. "Well," he started, quietly and with hesitation. "I designed it."

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"Welcome to the Rebellion."

Roan Ambers watched as Simon spoke to Antheia, and he couldn't help but let a small smile drift upon his features. He offered a small nod as a 'congradulations', until he looked over to see Zio starting to introduce himself. Once he did, and he looked over to see Simon's souring facial expression, he knew that this possibly wasn't going to be a good interaction.

"And what message does my beloved nephew wish to bestow upon me?

Ambers could practically taste the level of salt in the air, but he stood his ground next to the King.

"Information regarding the Fae Queen's prison, and how to get her out of it."

The silence was heavy, and Ambers glanced to look at Simon. He picked up pretty quickly on the climbing emotion, how his breath was almost hesitating on stringing a solid sentence together. How his eyes, while not collecting tears, reflected a kind of pain he hadn't seen before in the King.

"How would you know a damn thing about her prison?"

Ambers could tell that Simon was fighting back tears. To the question, though, he was also pretty curious on where this conversation was going. Turning his gaze over to Zio, he saw him almost visibly retract from whatever thought he had in response to the King's question.

Whatever it was, Amber's instincts were telling him that Zio was about to say something that had the chance of causing a reprimanding response. Quietly, as Zio gathered himself to answer, Roan took a step forward to possibly intervene.

"Well... I designed it."

Roan's eyes widened a little, realizing just who Zio was in all of this. Knowing that he created the prison that held the Fae Queen, Simon's mother, he had a feeling that Simon's response probably wasn't going to be something of rationality. Ambers stepped forward in an attempt to interject almost as soon as he could inhale, and he placed himself half in front of Simon, facing the king to act as a bit of a separation from the two. Roan looked at Simon with a gentle gaze, which was a look of empathy- but also a look of a soldier. He knew that if Simon acted on his emotions, he would come to regret it.

"We need to bring him to the camp. We have been here for too long, it is not safe." Ambers said quietly, which was his attempt at gently reminding Simon the reason Zio was here before him, and the weight of the information that Zio carried with him. "This is our opportunity to save her."

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Every instinct in Simon's body told him to lunge forward, to wrap his hands around this man's throat and not loosen his grip until the squirming ceased. He even went as far as to take the first step, jaws clenched and eyes dangerously narrow.

Of course, Roan was the more reasonable of the two. It had been that way since they'd met.

Simon had vowed never to raise a hand to harm his friend, and thus - even in his emotional state - he did not retaliate when the soldier stepped into his path. He did, however, direct a fierce glare at the boy. Part of him knew that Roan only had his best interests at heart, which ultimately overruled the part that said he was overstepping his boundaries.

"We need to bring him to the camp. We have been here for too long, it is not safe," Roan warned him, as if Simon had any time to worry about what manner of creature was watching them.

"This is our opportunity to save her."

Simon shook his head, eyes on the floor, and inhaled deeply. Casually, he placed a single hand on Roan's chest and with a gentle push, moved him back to his place.

"How could you?" he asked in a quiet voice. "She was your Queen... and you designed her a prison so foul, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."

Zio seemed to accept that, nodding slowly. His eyes held a sadness that the rest of his face failed to convey. "I followed an order," he offered simply, then huffed loudly. "I was a Solitary Fae, I had no love for your Queen... but Alec and I have a history." For the first time since he'd encountered this group and its varying additions, Zio's expression suggested he was growing rather impatient. He wasn't used to explaining himself or his actions, but even so, he parted his lips to begin again.

"Spare me the details," Simon spat back, then turned to the men behind him and - with one swift hand gesture - prompted them to climb atop their mounts and make for the camp. "Ambers, I suggest you find something with which to blindfold our 'guest', wouldn't want him making note of our location."

With that, he called forth his own stag, but did not mount it. Instead he allowed it to walk beside him as the group began their slow walk back.