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Simon Davenport

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a character in “Outcasters: Atonement”, originally authored by Skulduggery, as played by RolePlayGateway

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

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Simon Davenport'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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Simon had woken up exceptionally early that morning, wrapped in cloth and nothing else. Ambers was nowhere to be seen, which usually meant he was off being productive elsewhere in the camp. The prince yawned, stretched his arms out, and waited for the tiredness to fade completely before he ambled out of bed.

He attempted to pour himself some wine but, for a reason unbeknown to him, the jug that had been brought to his tent the night before was now empty. Clicking his teeth, Simon ventured out of his tent, heading for the storage tent nearby. That's usually where they kept it.

When Simon spotted his daughter, seemingly taking inventory at the far side of the tent, he halted for the briefest moment. "Oh, Sunday," he said, a little dumbly, "I should've guessed you'd be here so early." The new supplies had been brought in last night; he wasn't even sure when she'd gotten back to camp.

He allowed himself some time to survey the newer additions to their armour and weapons, one gloved hand hovering over a pair of Sai in the crate closest to him. There was something in his eyes when he looked at these blades, but whatever that may have been, it was gone far too soon to be of any note.

Kneeling beside his granddaughter, who was also in there with them, Simon extended an arm to tussle her hair, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. "And good morning to you, sweetie. Are you well?"

There wasn't a chance in hell he'd be indulging in his newfound drinking habits with the two of them around, and deep down he may have been relieved about that.

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Alice had awoken early so Sunday decided to get an early start herself. She was glad Mycah had reunited with Eida and finally met Hotaru. She didn't know if they would reconcile at the rate their stubbornness was going but she was glad they found each other. It couldn't help but make her think of Alec. She wanted so desperately to hate him but she couldn't bring herself to do it. A large percentage of the population, Fae, Demon and Human like were murdered because of him. Humans were practically extinct. Her mother ruled the world and her grandmother was losing her sanity because of him, yet, she couldn't hate him. Even after abandoning her for this crusade. She couldn't hate him. She still loved him, like a fool.

After some hours, while Alice read with her bunny Mr. White, a miraculous find of her brother's, something Sunday was eternally grateful for as Alice loved that doll, Sunday decided to take inventory, there were a wide array of weapons, chainmail of gold, iron and silver. Claymores, Sais, Charkams and Raipers, Even a Silver Bullets for a few revolvers. This was a good find her Grandfather made. She picked up the Charkam, a disc shaped blade and turned it over in her hand. She liked it, it felt good, weighted nearly perfect for her strength and size. She was tempted to test it but her father made an appearance and she set it down softly. She smiled in response. "You can thank Alice for that, actually" she said with a chuckle as he kneel by his granddaughter. Alice looked up at him, her expression impassive as usual. "Good Morning, I am fine" she said and that was that, her attention was back on the book, though she blew out air from her nose as if she smelled something foul but otherwise said nothing.

Sunday stayed quiet as well. People grieved in their own way, she wouldn't hold his vices against him, for he, of all of them, lost the most. "Mycah has returned to camp, finally met Hotaru, Isn't that wonderful? " she said, trying to add her once natural cheerfulness to her words. "He seems to be staying, Eida acts indifferent but she's happy he's come back, maybe they'll forgive each other?"

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The crinkling of Alice's nose when Simon approached was not lost on him and instinctively, he stepped backwards. Not that it would help at all, he realized. His daughter said nothing on the topic, which was something of a relief. The last thing any of them needed right now was to be fighting; not when a divide in opinions would assuredly result in the division of the rebellion as a whole.

Sunday began speaking of her cousin, Eida, and her relationship with the Dragon boy. Simon listened, nodded, and offered the sort of half-smile that showed he was very much paying attention but that he also had little time for worrying about other people's relationships. Beyond that, he feared supporting this reconciliation would only put ideas in Sunday's head. When she posed a question to him, there was a pause. "It's entirely possible," he murmured, and left it at that.

Simon was curious about her meeting with Alexander, or rather he was only interested in finding out what beneficial information had been exchanged between the two. "My father," he began, "I imagine he shared more than just weaponry and supplies." It was more so a prompt than an outright question; no doubt Sunday would continue from there, had she been given half a chance.

The tent curtains drew back and in waltzed the Fae Prince, Isaac, a cut from his brow producing a steady stream of blood down one side of his face and soaking the collar of his once-white shirt. Wet mud and sporadic patches of blood covered him from head-to-toe. Still he grinned from ear-to-ear, apparently proud of himself. In one hand he held the severely dented helm of a Remei soldier, casual despite the way it burned his skin. "Had a run-in with 'em not too far from here, only be a matter of time 'fore they find this camp too."

He tossed the helmet to the ground by his sister's feet, then leaned against a nearby table with his arms crossed over his chest. "Don't mind me though, if you were talkin' about stuff."

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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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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.

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This really could have gone many ways, and Ambers had no idea what was going to happen. Normally, if one had stepped to intervene the King, it could traditionally be seen as treachery. He managed to stop Simon just after he took his first step, and he could tell that his intuition was right- he knew exactly what Simon was going to do. He could see it in his eyes.

He held his position, quite bravely so, as his eyes instead fixed on Ambers in what looked like quite the cutting glare. He felt his gaze burn a bit into his, but he knew he had to do this. For Simon's sake.

After Roan spoke, and Simon replied with the shake of his head, Roan felt the hand come up to make its place on his chest. Which, at first, he had thought that he was going to calm down more with the physical contact. Only that, instead, Simon used it to guide him back to his previous position beside him.

Ambers got the message, closing his mouth and remaining quiet for the remainder of their conversation. He made sure to watch both Simon and Zio closely while sparing a glance to Antheia once in a while. Ambers' would no doubt get an earful about it later. He knew he overstepped his position, as which was communicated through Simon's earlier glare.

"How could you? She was your Queen... and you designed her a prison so foul, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."
Ambers looked to Zio. "I followed an order. I was a Solitary Fae, I had no love for your Queen... but Alec and I have a history."

"Spare me the details," Simon said, and Ambers looked over to him to see him signal the other soldiers to mount. "Ambers, I suggest you find something with which to blindfold our 'guest', wouldn't want him making note of our location."

Roan nodded to that, and he shifted to slip off a band he had around his clothed arm. It was a red cloth, and it had much past significance to the soldier- but for now, it would work as an excellent blindfold. Untying it, Ambers moved forward to stand in front of Zio, giving him a small nod. He respected him, for Zio had shown him nothing but kindness in comparison to Alec and Wellwish.

Tying the red fabric around Zio's head to properly cover his eyes, Roan made sure it was secure before offering to guide him by the upper arm. After all, this ground was uneven. And surely, if this individual was representing another faction, it was best to keep them uninjured- even from their own faulty steps. Upon walking, and thinking about the terrain, a sudden memory came to Ambers.

He remembered a time when he was training alongside some Navy Seals in the United States Army, where they were all blinded by pepper spray and had to navigate an obstacle course. The point was to make it through blind and to make it back to the rendezvous when the inhibition had worn off. The only way you could make it back is if you paid attention to your surroundings, and memorized the texture and specific ups and downs.

This was Sylvar forest. There was lots of pretty unique and signature information one could gather without eyes.

"Perhaps our guest should ride on your elk," Ambers said, and he dipped his head to Simon slightly, trying to tread carefully with his words. "The terrain can give more information than the eyes, especially in a forest such as Sylvar."

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"Perhaps our guest should ride on your elk."

The King stopped dead in his tracks.

"The terrain can give more information than the eyes, especially in a forest such as Sylvar."

Turning ever-so-slowly, Simon's thunderous countenance was on full show, narrowed eyes focused only on the soldier. The silence that followed was filled with enough tension to crush any man's spirit.

"You'd have me... loan my mount... to the man who... whose foul creation has been the cause of my mother's suffering?" he asked, a frightening quietness to his voice. Were it not for the silence of the forest, it likely wouldn't have carried well over the distance between them.

It was almost as if that final thread - the one that had barely been holding him together since receiving Roan's hawk - had finally snapped. His self-restraint and tolerance were at an all-time low.

Simon's footsteps carried him forward at an alarming speed, until he was so close to Zio that their noses touched. The older gentleman visibly flinched, but refused to step backwards.

Even Ambers should have known that it was better to stay out of the King's way until he'd gotten the bulk of his anger out. It was a less than civilised display, but he'd simply endured too much.

"He's lucky... that I'VE NOT BROKEN HIS DAMNED LEGS," boomed the King's voice, enraged by the suggestion alone and clearly at his wit's end. The fact that this man possessed useful information to help them save Erieda Davenport had seemingly taken a backseat to Simon's hatred for him; for the man who made his mother's suffering possible. Where he tried to see logic, he only saw his mother - weakened, afraid, and alone. He prayed that she hadn't yet given up.

Simon's fingers curled so deeply into his palms that he lacerated the skin with his nails, and small trails of blood began to drip from his fists. He likely hadn't noticed.

Finally his head snapped in Amber's direction. "Carry your new friend then, if you're so worried," he returned darkly.

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Since Simon had already ordered the rest of the soldiers to make their way back- sparing no other horses for them to use- except for his own elk, Ambers had thought the idea wasn't that much of a bad one.
Oh hell, had he been wrong about that.

"You'd have me... loan my mount... to the man who... whose foul creation has been the cause of my mother's suffering?"

Ambers froze to that, a chill making its way up his spine.

He had never seen Simon this mad before, and it nearly stunned him to the point where he didn't know what to do. A part of him also felt awful for making Simon so upset. When the King started rapidly walking to Zio, Ambers took a step forward- only to halt. In that moment, he was deeply conflicted- either to intervene again for the sake of the Queen, or not intervene out of loyalty for Simon.

Ambers didn't move a step more. His loyalty to Simon ruled over anything else.

"He's lucky... that I'VE NOT BROKEN HIS DAMNED LEGS,"

Roan flinched to that, Simon's yell shaking him up a little in his fortitude. God, having been yelled at by an army general for eight years, you'd think yelling wouldn't even phase the soldier.

Well, of course, he never loved an army general.

Amber's eyes drifted down, spotting Simon's clenched fists, and the hint of a few lines of blood running down his fingers. Almost habitually- made from many years in Iraq where the enemy's dogs could track you from a drop of blood- he moved to get a clean rag from the side of his satchel.

It was routine, really, to the point where he didn't even think about if Simon would take it or not. But, the second that Simon's head snapped in his direction, he stopped moving with half the rag out of the leather bag.

"Carry your new friend then, if you're so worried,"

Roan looked up, making eye contact with Simon during those words. It was in that moment that he got a bit of a grasp just how mad Simon had become.

I'm so sorry, Simon.

Of course he wouldn't take a rag from Roan. Not with telling him to carry Zio all the way back to camp in that tone. Looking at Zio, he re-tucked his rag back into his bag.

"For the sake of the Rebellion." Ambers said quietly for his own personal dignity, and in a bit of his crushed state, he moved to place himself in front of Zio.

He didn't say anything else, and he hoped that the man could forgive him for putting him in this situation. He didn't know how heavy Zio was, and he prayed that his Furyan strength could allow himself to carry him. Quietly, and knowing that Antheia, Simon, and who knows how many soldiers ahead were watching- he picked up Zio so he could carry him on his back.

He nearly miscalculated just how much Zio had weighed, and he nearly faltered- thankfully saving himself with a quick step forward. He gave himself a couple seconds to get used to the heavy strain it put on his muscles, before he started walking in the direction of the camp; sighing. However, the exhale wasn't due to carrying Zio, but rather, due to the mere stress of having upset Simon like he did.

This was sufficient punishment. He accepted it.

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A feeling of relief washed over Antheia as the Faerie King welcomed her to his rebellion. Despite the awkard, little pat he gave her on the shoulder - to which the shifter was normally not used to - she really appreciated his kind and gentle words.


It was like the first step at being closer to her goal. And although it would take a while to get used to new rules and new faces, there was no doubt that she would manage it. Level-headedness and diligence have always been one of Antheia’s fine qualities and she was used to working hard.



Back in her world, there was always work to do, whether it involved protecting her homeland or more peaceful activities. A whiff of nostalgia tugged at her chest as she remembered those times and the wars she fought alongside her sisters to protect their beloved realm.

But it didn't take long until a more recent and bitter memory slivered into her mind:
Defying her sisters due to a new, lunatic system and the fanatical ideas they opted for. It was the reason why she and only a handful of her sisters fled to a more remote island at the outskirts of their realm, only until Antheia somehow ended up in this world because of Alec’s powers.



Immersed in her thoughts, she didn't quite catch on to Zio's introduction and only got thrown back into the present as she sensed a rising anger forming in Simon’s gut – anger which also traced his following words.

"She was your Queen... and you designed her a prison so foul, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy." sounded his voice and Antheia turned her gaze towards Zio to study his expression and next words carefully. He was a solitary Fae and had chosen Alec over the Faerie Queen. Who was Antheia to judge - she just recently disobeyed an order from someone she has been loyal to for hundreds of years.

The King then ordered Ambers to blindfold Zio. Antheia threw a glance at Ambers and noticed how he seemed to be lost in thought before raising his voice again: "Perhaps our guest should ride on your elk, the terrain can give more information than the eyes, especially in a forest such as Sylvar."

The shifter’s gaze immediately shot towards the King, whose eyes burnt with such disgust - she thought they could kill with a single glare. The build-up of emotions seemed to finally crack.

As the King stormed towards Zio at a dangerous speed, Antheia thought for a split second that Simon could actually hurt the opposing Fae, but he only ended up screaming at him. Although Zio has only turned kind towards her so far, she did not make the slightest move to try to defend him or step in-between. His kindness didn't mean he gained her trust and even though the girl just met the Faerie King, she promised to help him and therefore show loyalty.



Despite the sudden rise of volume that made her flinch slightly, it did not surprise her that Simon felt this way. After all, it involved his mother and it was only natural that he was worried and felt extremely protective of her.

Even though Antheia had never experienced a typical maternal bond and has never seen her mother – who served as goddess as well - she still felt a connection of undying love and trust towards her and she would do anything to protect and save her.



The irony smell of blood flooded the Animanty's delicate senses as she motioned towards the King again. Casting a glance at Ambers, she noticed how he attempted to pull out a rag but quickly canceled his action again as the regal Fae ordered him to carry Zio.


In the current situation it was wisest to keep quiet, Antheia thought.


Ambers’ expression and posture were quite unnerving and she felt a tinge of sympathy towards him. It was not his fault that the King unleashed his anger towards him. Even if he had kept quiet, Simon might have let go off his steam differently.
The anger wasn't directed at him but only towards him.

Ambers was a good man, Antheia could tell. Similarly to Zio, he has only been kind to her so far and the fact that he didn't smell like Faerie or Dragon, meant that his race might have been even less apparent in this realm, which possibly gave him a hard time.

Judging by the look on Simon's face earlier today though, she knew that the King was aware of him being a fine man as well, therefore she wasn't too worried that the situation between those two would not clear up again sooner or later.


As the whole troop began walking through the forest, Antheia shot Ambers a sympathetic look before focusing on the path ahead and following the others to the camp where their rebellion resided.



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The journey to the camp had probably felt longer than it was, with the tension hanging over them like a dark cloud. Simon had stared straight ahead the entire time, walking beside his stag, trying not to habitually check that Ambers was managing to support Zio's weight. Part of it was faith in the boy's strength, but most was straight-up stubbornness.

"Camp's just ahead," called one of the men from the head of the group.

Appearing as if from nowhere once the group emerged into a seemingly empty clearing, until they broke through the treeline, at which point a series of complex wooden structures became visible. Countless men, women, and children - of every species imaginable - went about their business, chattering loudly despite the sudden appearance of their King. Such was the casual nature of his leadership - he was the first among equals, except where his fighters were concerned.

With little more than a few swift gestures to surrounding soldiers, Simon had ordered that Zio be placed in a holding cell until further notice - his arms and legs were to be bound, his vision was to be restricted, and he was to be supervised around the clock. Useful as this information may have been, it was not his highest priority to receive the message at that time.

Several soldiers stepped forward to help Zio down from their comrade's back, and carry him to the appropriate location. He fully expected Roan to follow him, but after the way he'd been treated... Simon would understand if the soldier had opted to hang back for a while.

A few words in the right person's ear would, sooner or later, alert the camp of a meeting to be held in the King's private quarters.

Simon marched through the camp without intending to spare a glance in anyone's direction, however came to a fairly swift halt after almost passing his daughter - the second Rebellion leader. Sunday would've wanted to be present for this meeting, and Simon wanted to spare himself the scolding that would come with leaving her out of it yet again.

Trusting his chosen messenger to spread the word fairly quickly on his own, Simon climbed the countless stairways to the uppermost level of the camp, and made his way towards his own private chambers. Pulling back the curtains, he was pleased to find the room empty. Some people had the terrible habit of merely waltzing in without an invitation. I ought to find myself a house with a door, he thought to himself, and a big sign that says 'piss off.'

Simon slowed his pace once he was inside, raising his arms above his head in a much-needed stretch. For the first time that day, he was beginning to feel the effects of a poor night's sleep. His eyes drifted towards his bed for but a moment before he peeled them away, knowing the temptation of sleep would be far too difficult to resist.

"You can get yourself set up at the table," he said absentmindedly, although the comment was directed at Roan, who'd trailed after him this entire time. "The others will be here soon enough, but there's snacks and water... Help yourself to whatever you need."

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"Simon... I want to apologise for earlier. What I asked was insensitive, and it was unfair to you. I'm sorry."

The sudden apology prompted a sigh from the young King, barely audible over Roan's voice. Simon lifted his gaze finally, brows furrowed despite the sadness in his eyes. More than anything, he felt guilty that his words and actions led Roan to believe that he somehow deserved any of it.

Simon had witnessed abuse his entire life, with his mother and father's on-and-off relationship, and even as a young boy he'd always thought that if he ever found someone special, he would never hurt them - emotionally or physically. So the fact that he'd taken his anger out on Roan at all - let alone so publicly - left him feeling rather ashamed of himself.

"I promise I will do better."

He shook his head in response, gaze dropping to the floor despite how hard he'd been trying to keep it trained on the soldier. A slow inhale would begin his counter-apology.

"You did nothing wrong," Simon corrected, his voice both quiet and heavy with exhaustion. "If anything, you saved me from my own impulsive nature... I was foolish."

With both hands pressed against the table's surface, he allowed himself to rest his weight a little, if nothing else to ease the aching pain in his feet. Thick brown locks fell over his face and he released another weighty sigh, a slight shake in his voice disrupting the breath. Thus far, he'd been shielding his pain with anger, but that wasn't possible with Roan. It was too difficult to hide.

"I don't mean to get so angry all the time..." At long last, Simon was able to life his eyes, now blurred with tears, and meet Roan's gaze. "It's too hard, I'm tired all the time and I... I have a million different things going through my mind, a million different things to take care of..." he began. "She's not here to help me through it anymore, but I can't do it on my own... It's too hard."

Simon shook his head again, stepping back from the table and straightening up. "I'm sorry, Roan."

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Antheia's eyes gleamed with acknowledgment as a complex of wooden structures and colourful tents arose from a prior seemingly empty glade. She had been faced with countless of invisibility enchantments before but it still always enthralled her how well a simple charm like this worked.

The sound of loud chattering filled her ears and replaced the quietness from the walk before. Antheia allowed her eyes to get used to the whole scene as her gaze wandered from one framework to the other and from one entity to the next. It was truly interesting and unusual to see so many different species at one place together and chatting peacefully with each other. For a moment she wondered whether one of her sisters could be here as well, but in that case she would have already sensed the nature-loving creature miles ahead.

After the Faerie King ordered his folks to move the still blindfolded Zio to another location, Antheia watched how he headed for a place farther in the back of the camp with Ambers silently following him. She rested her gaze shortly on them before deciding to take a walk through the camp.

As the shifter moved, she noticed how some people seemed to be staring at her. Well, it was only natural that they would be curious when seeing a new face in the rebellion. Judging by some people's especially curious faces though, she believed they were speculating about what race she belonged to. Animanty weren't exactly outgoing and they rarily left their realm, so it didn't happen every day that someone laid their eyes on one.


Passing a group of what seemed to be Faeries and Wraiths, she overheard phrases like "What is she? A Faerie?" and "No, I would recognize a Fae immediately.". Antheia though kept walking and simply observed the camp. A slight wave of tiredness suddenly encased her due to today's prior events, so she decided to search for a place to rest a little bit until she was given orders.

A bit offside of the camp was a large tree that cast shadows on the grassy terrain below. Antheia tilted her head slightly and strechted her arms, before shifting into her white fox form. She then trotted over the short blades of grass and as she reached the tree, curved her hind legs to a sit and leant against the bark. A big yawn escaped her lips, showing two rows of sharp, carnivorous teeth. Laying down, she dropped her head on her front paws while curling her fluffy tail around her frame, serving as somewhat of a shield from her surroundings. With tired eyes she oberseved the vivid hustle and bustle around the camp, eyelids threatening to close as she just enjoyed a simple moment of quietness.



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"You did nothing wrong. If anything, you saved me from my own impulsive nature... I was foolish."

Ambers looked up as Simon began to speak, and he parted his lips to counter it. He believed full well that he overstepped his boundaries, for challenging the King in the way he did. However, as he went to speak, the sight of Simon's teary eyes meeting his own made the words catch in his throat.

"I don't mean to get so angry all the time... It's too hard, I'm tired all the time and I... I have a million different things going through my mind, a million different things to take care of..."

Simon...

"She's not here to help me through it anymore, but I can't do it on my own... It's too hard."

Ambers shifted, placing his fruit on the table while keeping his gaze on the King. He listened carefully, taking in each word that Simon spoke. He assumed that he was speaking of his mother, and how her loss of support was taking its toll on him. Ambers could visibly see just what had been on Simon's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Roan."

Using his first name brought a more personal note to all of it, and Roan stepped forward towards him. With a careful hand, he gently brushed the brown locks from Simon's eyes, wanting for their gazes to meet unobstructed.

"Simon..." Ambers started to say, but he paused for a small moment before continuing. "You are having a normal reaction to a situation that is not normal. If anyone else was in your situation, they would be upset too, and incredibly overwhelmed. It's okay to feel this way. Even if you are a King, you are allowed to have emotions." He said, and the soldier's hand drifted down to intertwine a few fingers with Simon's.

"I've known that you have had a burden on your shoulders for a while... and I know that you wanted to take it on by yourself, try and handle it alone. It's just who you are, as a King, and as a leader." Ambers said, and he moved his hand to take Simon's fully, now. "If you look around you, and see everything that you have done for the sake of the Fae... for your mother... it is incredible. You lead us, and just as you have helped us all in attaining our freedom... it's okay for you to ask for help too. You don't have to take on this burden alone."

Ambers continued to look at Simon's eyes, his gaze gentle. "It is okay to focus on one thing right now, to focus on your mother. We now have information that will tell us how to free her, how to get her here... home to you. We have hope."