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Amaunet

"Dance with me, darling."

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a character in “The Mercenaries' Princess”, originally authored by Igari, as played by RolePlayGateway

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ImageName: Amaunet (Hidden)

Nickname: Amunta (Self-Existence) or Amun (Sun)

Age: 23

Appearance: Tall and rather curvy, she is a woman who possesses the body of a dancer. She is lithely built and has toned thighs and long limbs. She is taller than the average woman, boosted even more so by her tendency to walk on the tips of her feet. She has heterochromia, producing vivid, mismatched eyes of violet and azure--a stark contrast when highlighted by the sunlight. She has a thin button nose and always purses her lips slightly. This can give her the appearance of being in a mixed state of amused and sarcastic, so it can be hard to judge what her mood is from facial expression alone. Her skin is like a creamy milk chocolate, though it isn't quite as smooth as it appears; she has callouses on her fingers and on her feet.

She has long, dark brown hair that falls around her mid-back area. She adorns her hair with jewels and silk. This can sometimes prove to be a difficult ask as her hair is also very thick. As such, she carries a thin, gold comb on her person at all times. She wears clothes indicative of her homelands, typically midriffs and skirts of fine materials. She likes to layer herself in multitudes of colors and will sometimes wear a veil if the mood suits her. Her clothes hug her figure and give her the distinct appearance of a desert-woman. She dresses for warm weather at all times... even if the environment calls for something warmer. She prefers to be bare foot but will wear shoes for long walks.

Race: Human (As she would refer to it, a "desert-walker", since she's adapted to extremely high temperatures and can survive with very little water)

Sexual Preference: "Me"-Sexual (She is the most beautiful creature of all)

Quirk: She has a case of kleptomania when it comes to spicy food and shiny objects.


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ImageEquipment: She is proficient with the scimitar, a weapon hailing from the southern edges of her desert. Her scimitar has a longer reach than normal, enabling her to attack opponents up to 15 ft away if she stretches. It has a bit of a harsh curvature to it and she sharpens it daily to keep it fresh and ready for battle. The blade is so pristine that she will claim it enables her to peer into the soul of any who look directly into it. She has aptly named it "The Eye of Ra" and will use it for divination when she is not slashing at opponents on horseback or on the ground. She likes to dip her weapon in oil, it helps to keep the blood from rusting on to her weapon and keeps most moisture from sticking to the metal.

Strengths: She is excellent at acrobatics and is quite flexible. (Well, she is a dancer, after all) What she does not have in brute force she makes up for in dexterity, able to quickly scale trees or obstacles and take aim at whoever she is battling. She specializes in quick hits, preferring to deal a multitude of smaller hits in order to slow her opponents down, making it easier for her to win given her superior speed.The desert has taught her well not to rely too much on resources and she can forgo water and even sustenance for long periods of time.

She specializes in "performance battles", which is how she utilizes her skills of "necro-engineering". She will begin to dance, summoning small, skeletal creatures made of both gears and bones to attack enemies. These creations are malicious and have empathy for others. They like to burrow into skin and sometimes detach their arms to replace it with other bits, such as drills or claws to pierce into skin and armor. When passive, they gnaw on clock gears. The skeletons resemble a baby doll in size with a slightly, chubby appeal.

Weaknesses: She is somewhat dependent upon an adequate distance from herself and her opponent. She does not possess the strength to outright over-power her enemy, which is why she prefers to use a light-weight weapon. In close quarters, she finds it difficult to swing at opponents and hard to maneuver. She's careful not to clash her weapon directly against any sort of "heavy weapons" since she knows her scimitar is more fragile and could possibly crack if she attempts to exert it too much in battle.

She also has asthma, a condition she does her best to hide from others. This makes any attempt at prolonged physical exertion to end rather badly for her. There is a fracture in her ribs that she has done her best to section off but the bone never repaired correctly so she can't take any deep breaths without experiencing pain or sputtering into violent, coughing fits.


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ImageShe possesses copious amounts of confidence, perhaps to the point of condescension at times. She's intelligent, has the ideal body, and is absolutely the most beautiful woman in existence. She doesn't make any efforts to hide how much she loves herself and will even pause in the middle of conversation to look at herself in a mirror. Narcissism is a strong attribute of hers and despite the fact that she knows it can get a bit suffocating, she doesn't see a need to relent. She has a biting sense of humor, maybe crude would be the better word to describe it. She talks openly of sex, of battles, of death, and no subject is too taboo for her to breach. She believes in a form of living that has no filters, since filters limit knowledge and that would be an ultimate waste of time.

Despite what may seem, at times, to be an overwhelming amount of flaws, she has a good judge of character. If she's determined someone to be a good person, she'll be loyal to them without fault. She takes promises very seriously and her word is not something she throws around lightly. She discreetly uses her mirror to observe others, paying attention to their body language most of all. Most of the time, she disregards the words spoken because it is what's unspoken that she is interested in. She believes that someone's true personality is depicted through their body and relies on her gut to determine whether or not she is being told the truth. She values her instincts and would trust them over any other point of view.

Once she's gotten past her initial bout of selfishness, she can actually turn out to be a pretty good listener. She has tight lips and doesn't share secrets easily. She can be easy to talk to, even if it might seem like she's not taking the conversation very seriously. There's just something about her that's lax and easy-going--whether it be her extroverted nature or her approachability. Either way, she's a people-person and enjoys chatting. It just takes a bit to get used to the "I-oriented" tone that most conversations with her will take. She can be sweet when she wants to be and often comes up with unorthodox remedies to things because of quick wit and common sense. She can be the voice of reason when things get emotionally turbulent and maybe, if given the chance, she can be like an older sister at times. (Albeit an obnoxious one but her heart is in the right place)


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ImageShe was born into a nomadic community of "desert-walkers", a term used for humans who had lived in the desert so long that they claim to have visions within the sands and specialize in divination, entertainment, and exotic weapons. It is not uncommon to come across the bodies of the deceased in the desert and her people have long since adapted to the presence of death among their existence. Initially, she was going to be left to fend for herself in the elements, as babies born with any physical deficiencies are often abandoned. (Given the lower possibility that they will survive the harsh climate) However, it is a belief of her people that those born with different colored eyes are more in-tune with the spiritual world and are bred into seers and diviners.

She was raised with care, given potions to keep her asthma at bay and enable her to breathe more easily. The fracture in her ribs happened a few years after she was born. A sandstorm wrecked the caravan that her family was traveling in and she was hit by some of the luggage thrown around by the winds. Her wounds were stitched up but there was no firm means to set the bone fracture, so it healed somewhat unnaturally and can still cause her a bit of pain. She was kept isolated until she was around 8 years old, when she didn't want to be seen as the "weakling" of the community and began to devote herself to dance as well as spiritual studies. She proved to have a natural knack for performance, but found that her asthma made long-lasting dances impossible.

After 13 summers had passed since her birth, she was seen as "coming of age" and was given her first set of divination tombs. She poured over them and as she read, she discovered that her gift resided prominently in the dead. She had always been able to hear whispers from bones and equipped with a means to understand what that meant, she began to research how she could hone and channel this ability. It took her 4 years before she was able to summon her first skeletal creature, but it was too weak to be comprised entirely of bone.

Confused, she sought out her tribe's shaman for advice. He informed her that these skeletal beasts reflected her existence and would never achieve full, undead perfection given the own flaws that existed within her body. This stretched beyond her physical ailments, as the shaman explained to her that these conditions just acted as the physical culmination of her blocked spiritual energy within her body. Her essence was unable to fully expand out inside of herself and because of this, she was told that she would never be able to utilize her talents to their fullest with such constricted energies.

She was determined though and didn't want to let this gift slip away. She began to integrate metals into these creatures and, with the help of a few blacksmiths and forgers, was able to create some sort of unity between machine and undead. She named this skill "necro-engineering". Still, the idea that her own imperfections were the reason that her creations could not exist as they should've been able to was frustrating for her. A few years passed before she decided to set out on her own, seeking a cure for her asthma and learn how to unbind her body from its' restricted state.

So begins...

Amaunet's Story

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Fotiá was caught off-guard when the wide-eyed one, Shyc, made a grab for her weapon. He allowed it to cut into his skin, narrowing his eyes at her as he spoke up in defense of the strange human. What was wrong with him? What was inciting this boy to speak to her in such tones? Was it the power of LOVE? His actions were confusing her and making her perception of him a hesitant one. She never knew what to make out of overly emotional situations and this seemed to be one that she was bound from the start to misunderstand. Because none of it made sense. He seemed willing to pick a fight with her, he had welcome that possibility. And it was an offer she was now fully considering, if only to stop him from behaving so weirdly.

It was the mercenary leader, however, that provided the voice of reason, rising to her defense. "Her worry is warranted, Shyc. Your attitude, however, is not. Don't tear out the throat of an ally, it really benefits nobody." She felt an odd tinge of... something in her chest as he spoke. Maybe this was what was called "relief". While she had been gearing up for battle, it wasn't the ideal result and his interference had stopped the two of them from clashing with one another. Still, she could not say she was overly fond of this Shyc character, or the stranger that spoke moments after him.

What the human Kenji said mattered naught to her, and the subsequent conversation afterwards was of little interest. It was all just white noise to her. What mattered more was the consent that their leader gave to the very idea of traveling together. The princess seemed to share the elemental's hesitance but radiated that thing called... trust towards the leader and voiced her acceptance of the whole issue.

For the first time in awhile, Fotiá was experiencing something she had come to identify as frustration. It was the same feeling she had felt when she had discovered she was stuck in this human body during the day hours. The same feeling she had when she realized that her true body was limited here and her abilities somewhat diminished. This whole thing was just... ridiculous. And, perhaps because she didn't know what else to do, she released the boundaries she placed on herself, just a little.

She had been aiming to only burn the nearby plant. Just to see the familiar and calming flames for a few moments to find some point of peace in this whole ordeal. But she hadn't taken into account that it was nearly noon and releasing her fire, even if it was just a little bit, was a mistake during the day. Her eyes flashed for a brief moment and what should've been a tiny flame ended up bursting a whole entire tree on fire. She blinked, staring at the poor flora as it burned to ash in a few, mere minutes.

... at least this time, she hadn't caused a forest fire.

Fotiá felt guilt bubble up in her stomach, oh well, there went her promise not to light any trees on fire... She glanced back at Shyc and Kenji before turning on her heel, not even bothering to say another word as she walked back towards the trails. The elemental didn't want any more unfortunate outbursts and it was already time to seek sufficient shelter for a few hours before the sun's rays became too intense. She eyed the cart with most of their supplies. Yes, that would do nicely.

She lifted up some of what was covering the equipment, climbing aboard and nestling into a more comfortable position for travel. She would explain this later to the group. She made sure her eyes were visible from underneath the tarp, sending scathing looks at the sun every now and again. At least they would finally be departing for Truell. This whole side diversion had grated on her nerves and while she was sure that she would've felt more neutral towards Shyc and Kenji had the fight not happened and the strange human introduced himself more normally... as it stood, she wanted nothing to do with them for a fair amount of time.

She'd try to communicate with them later. Raze was right, the fighting was a waste of time and they were allies, for better or for worse. All she could hope for was that there would be no more distractions before they arrived at Truell...


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With a playful smile, the woman adjusted some loose strands of her hair while staring at herself in the mirror. Now there was a beautiful woman, why, the most gorgeous of all women in the land. She fluttered her lashes and blew a kiss at her own reflection, warmly gazing at how her cheek bones were the perfect height and how her hetero-chromia was utterly intoxicating to the eyes. There could be none as wonderful as she, not her who was so soft on the eyes. With a bit of regret, she tore her eyes away from her own reflection, stowing the mirror back into her bag. She couldn't be lost in a sea of perfection forever, there was work to be done!

Amaunet had been traveling for several days now, not on foot of course, that would be plain absurd. While she was capable of walking, the exercise did tend to tire her out pretty quickly. Instead, she opted to have her lovely, adorable skeletal children carry her everywhere. Her little minions carried whatever she told them to, whether it be her bag, someone else's purse, or her own weight. Hmm, just a few more days and she would arrive in Truell! She was sure to make a rather generous amount in that city--yes, nobles always did pay a nice amount for such a beautiful woman to give them attention for a few mere minutes.

She was more than aware of what effect her appearance had on others and she used it to her advantage, especially in her dances. And she had prepared an absolutely divine dance for her audience, ah, the thought gave her chills! The only downside was that she didn't have a traveling musician with her so she always had to hire some bard or some sort when she arrived in a new town. She should really work on hiring someone long term... Or just charming them into journeying with her, that could work too.

One of her babies gave a squeal, which caused her to look over her shoulder. "Hmm? What is it, darling? Did you hear something? She gazed down at her creation, which vigorously nodded its' head and gestured to the trail behind them. "What on earth..." She trailed off as she stood up, her golems moving quickly to help her to her feet and let her stand on the trail. She squinted, at first unable to see what all the commotion was about.

However, after a few minutes, she was able to make out some shapes in the distance. Was that... a caravan? She couldn't count off the number of individuals surroudning it but it definitely was a traveling party. Ah, could this be what she had foretold just a few days ago? She had not been sure at the time, for her Eye of Ra had indicated to her that she was due for some company on the trails. This had to be what she had seen in the shifting sands of fortune. And they were headed in what seemed to be the same direction anyway. Perfect!

A traveling party was much safer than going at it alone. Not that she couldn't take care of herself but a beauty such as she was always in danger of being harassed. (She chuckled at a particular memory when a drunkard in a previous town had attempted to hit on her. He had not left with the ability to see, her children had made sure of that) And besides, maybe she could get some money out of them if she offered to preform! Amaunet didn't doubt for one second her ability to persuade others, her looks and charm usually took care of most things.

With a growing smile, she decided her best plan of action would be to set up a campsite nearby. The flames would attract them over towards her, then she could hash out the details. "Darlings, She whispered with a coy look. "I believe we'll be needing some extra firewood for our guests." Her golems all broke out simultaneously in the same eerie looking smile before burrowing into the ground to carry out her orders. Mm, what a lovely day this was shaping up to be~

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Little did the elemental know, that feeling in her chest was not relief, but the seeds of love that Razeluxe had implanted into her with his heroic act prior. Soon he would be adding a second member to his harem. Soon his life-long aspiration of having an actual harem would be complete. Soon...

Razeluxe had been walking ahead of the group for most of the time they'd been traveling for the past few days. A lot weighed on his mind, specifically the matter involving Iriyn, who likely would hold true to his word and reappear. While there'd been no evidence to suggest such, Dane could feel eyes watching them as they traveled. After searching for so long, it was impossible that the other elf would let Raze go so easily. He could strike at any given moment of the day, likely with allies this time, and who knew what people he'd acquainted himself with in his pursuit of vengeance? Because of this, Razeluxe wasn't getting enough sleep, or really eating much either. He'd more or less deflected any conversation another would attempt to start with him while he took point. One couldn't call him a social butterfly right now.

And this was all an effect of Iriyn's presence solely. Had he not decided to hide Sakura's confession to him in the back of his mind, he'd probably be suffering even more. A simple look at the girl betrayed the fact she was still dwelling on it, as none of the usual vigor she had was with her during the trip. Perhaps this was why Dane took the lead, so that he wouldn't have to worry about seeing her like that. But right now, there were more important matters to attend to, so he could only be so cruel. Speaking of...

A fire up in the distance snapped Razeluxe's attention back to reality. He didn't want to stop if he did not have to under the guise of not upsetting the Queen by getting to Truell as quick as possible. While the hurried road trip was probably favored by a certain elemental who'd scorched a tree and then promptly took shelter in their supply cart the other day, the true reason was that walking was doing a good job of keeping his thoughts to a minimum-ish. That being said, Razeluxe figured it was time to make a stop in order for everyone to take a rest, to eat, to converse, and, of course, so he could go to the bathroom. He really needed to return the water he drank a bit ago back to nature.

"If that camp is friendly, lets take a break there." Razeluxe suggested over his shoulder to his followers, this having been the first words he'd spoken in a while. If someone had any complaints about the plan, then they were certainly welcome to voice them. Except Shyc But that did not seem to be the case, as everyone else was either elated to finally get a chance to rest, or simply weren't able to come up with a great reason as to not stop. Razeluxe increased his pace so he could scout the dangers of the camp that were presented by the people in it....

Or rather, person.

It was both because he was considered the 'leader' of the group, and because he was the first to arrive, Razeluxe took it upon himself to investigate. As he walked up, he kept his eye open for anybody hiding around in case this was some sort of ambush. He felt a disturbance in the Earth, albeit slightly. While he kept that in mind, it really did not feel enough to warrant too much attention, so he figured the area to be clear of anyone else. So whomever owned the fire was apparently alone. Razeluxe was finally able to get a good view of the aforementioned loner, who was a female.

The first thing he noticed about this woman was the two, round objects she was in possession of. Perhaps it was a bit rude, but he couldn't not stare at them for a minute, taking in the sight. She happened to be blessed with a unique pair that he almost felt entranced by, and maybe that showed on his face. Who knows. But in any case, she was likely to get fed up it if he continued on for too much longer, time for business.

"I'm sorry for staring, I've just never seen a pair of eyes with two different colors." That was true. In fact, he wasn't even aware that such a thing was possible, plus he wasn't even sure he'd seen a skin tone such as hers, but he was more interested in her eyes. Eyes were considered beautiful things to an elf, and ones so unique as hers had nearly made Razeluxe aware of the opposite sex again. Unfortunately for Sakura, almost was the keyword here. But I digress.

"Anyway, we've been traveling without rest for some time now, would you mind if we stopped here for a little bit?" A friendly tone that Razeluxe hadn't gotten to really use lately came out in his words. He hadn't gotten to properly greet anybody for the last week or so, considering Sakura had been a stowaway, well, Nahv was already an ally, but Kenji was actually a foe. Save their scaled friend who had disappeared due to business earlier, Razeluxe's recent first impressions weren't necessarily the greatest. "I don't make a living as a chef, but I'm fairly confident in my cooking. Food'd be on us."

He really hoped that judging her not to be hostile due to the lack of weapon at the ready, apparent numbers, and eyes was a good thing - He really needed to go to the little mercenary's room, and it was hard to do that while you were fighting.

((OOC: Assumed the golems were still underground or whatever. Tell me if you don't like that. Just kidding, I won't listen.

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Character Portrait: Sakura Dieriean Character Portrait: Shyc Regaile Character Portrait: Razeluxe Character Portrait: Fotiá Character Portrait: Amaunet
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Thanks for the collab guys!! ^.^


The camp had not taken long to set up at all, her little darlings worked so fast and efficiently that she needn't have worried. It had been a safe bet to make the area large enough for a modest group of people. Even without knowing direct numbers, she had to make her surroundings hospitable, that was part of the game, wasn't it? Looking the part. And she certainly looked the part. Mm, she had to resist the urge to look in the mirror again. There would be time for that in just a little bit.

Amaunet dismissed her golems after their task was complete, a healthy flame crackling a few feet from her. She didn't want to scare her guests and while she thought her babies were the cutest things ever, the various screams from onlookers she had gotten over the years indicated people thought otherwise. (But how could they resist the plumpness of those round bellies? So what if they didn't have skin? That made them cuter) The creatures buried back into the ground, on standby till their mistress had need for them again.

She decided to pass the time by peering into the flame, fire was very beautiful. She always enjoyed the reassuring presence of flame, and it worked as a great lure for people too, so she couldn't complain. Speaking of lures... she heard some nearby branches snap and looked up. It looked like her guests had arrived. And she looked perfect, as usual. She made sure to lean over slightly to give a generous view of her ample assets, making the movement look natural. After all, she was just leaning over to add more firewood to the fire, nothing too intentional.

As expected, she had snared her audience with her looks--though in this case, it seemed to be her eyes that drew him in. Hmm, he was a handsome fellow, now wasn't he? She wasn't the biggest fan of blondes but he had a nice pair of eyes himself. She glanced him over, taking note that he did not seem to be in a defensive posture, considering his weapon was sheathed. Excellent, this was going to be easier than she had planned.

"I'm sorry for staring, I've just never seen a pair of eyes with two different colors." She smiled warmly at him, batting her eyelashes coyly.

"I tend to get that a lot." She laughed off his compliment but didn't say anything more, waiting to see what sort of move he wanted to make.

"Anyway, we've been traveling without rest for some time now, would you mind if we stopped here for a little bit? I don't make a living as a chef, but I'm fairly confident in my cooking. Food'd be on us." The offer at the end sounded like something of an after-thought but it was much appreciated. She was hungry after all, at least he knew to offer a lady food in the first place. What a gentleman. Hmm, though she wanted to be careful, he did look to be a warrior. And those were more difficult to toy with then the average person. Best to be kind until threatened~

"That's a kind offer, of course you are welcome here. I'm taking a break from traveling myself." She smiled warmly at him. Yes, he was easy on the eyes. But she was sure that the other members of his entourage would be reaching the camp shortly. Well, it didn't matter--males, females, anything in between, everyone could be seduced. She gestured towards some of the open spots around the fire. "You can settle where-ever you'd like,"

Razeluxe was a hardened veteran of more than a few wars, fights, and battles. Thusly, he had developed as a person over the years, becoming more and more experienced as time went on. One could say he was a master in some degrees. However, of all the things he learned, the most important one at this moment had to be his innate ability to be completely dense when it came to anything regarding women. This skill, of course, activated when the woman attempted to use her charms on him.

Immune to the round objects that weren't her eyes, Razeluxe simply smiled in return. Being sociable was one of his jobs, despite his actual personality. It was a bit difficult to get information if people didn't like speaking to you. "Thank you. It's very rare to see a friendly face so far away from civilization." so saying, he decided to take her up on the silent offer and took a seat across from her. It seemed as though the rest of their group was still a little bit away. Man, he really was trucking it.

"Headed to Truell, I assume?" it was best to keep from being quiet for now, while he waited for his fellow mercs to join them with their supplies. He couldn't make something from nothing, sadly, and food required something.

Sakura had hardly heard what Raze had said about a place to stop up ahead. She nodded, hummed a soft response and continued walking. Though he had kept pace ahead of them for the most part, she had done quite well keeping up just enough. It wasn't like she had anything to really talk about with him after all, but she had grown rather used to walking beside him. Still, she couldn't quite bring herself to match his pace ever since that day.

So, when they came upon the small campsite, she was startled to find that he had indeed stopped. Though she hadn't caught most of what was said, she did hear his offering to cook for her. This woman was very beautiful, she had the most stunning pair of eyes Sakura had ever seen. She was definitely far more appealing than the princess was in more ways than one.

For a moment, Sakura stood statue like as she watched the exchange. She recalled her first encounter with Raze some time ago. He had threatened me that time... she thought, a cold sharp feeling cutting through her chest at the same time. However, here he was offering to cook for her and was that... a smile? That was certainly something she rarely saw from him, if ever.

Her fingers slipped from the reigns of the horse that she had been leading. The creature then trodded off a bit for a small patch of grass to nibble on. The young princess wasn't sure what to make of the situation, she was confused and there were several other feelings fluttering around in her chest that she didn't know what they were. Sakura did know, though, that they weren't good feelings as her chest was starting to hurt again.

One thing was for certain, she didn't feel like staying right there. She didn't want to sit and eat with this strange woman, she didn't want to talk to her, and she certainly didn't want Raze to smile as he had or talk as he had with this person. Sakura turned on her heel and made for the cart. Unfortunately she couldn't go very far because she did have something to do, the cure that her mother wanted, but she didn't want to be near them right at that moment.

As she turned she accidentally ran into Shyc who had unknowingly come up behind her. It seemed the others had finally caught up. The young thief gave a startled sound as she had suddenly turned around and took her shoulders in his grip, "Ah! Sorry, Sakura.... Sakura?"

She slipped out of his grip without a word and went for the cart. Maybe a little bit into the trees... just enough distance.... she thought and went between three of them, sitting down against one with her back to their makeshift 'camp'. She could still hear them, but at least she couldn't see them.

Shyc walked over to Raze and the new woman that he had been talking to, a little worried about the princess as she looked pale and perhaps on the verge of tears. He wasn't sure why, but for the past few days she had been not herself. He was going to have to talk to Raze about that he was sure. But when to do so seemed harder to figure out. Their leader had been giving everyone the cold shoulder.

Tapping Raze's shoulder, he leaned over, "We're resting here?" he asked, though he had heard. Biting his lip a bit he wondered how best to phrase his next words, "We probably shouldn't stay long... Sakura... doesn't look well. It may be the sickness?" he offered, lowering his words for only Raze to hear.

"She's been kind enough to let us." Dane replied, keeping the tone pleasant, despite the angst that was happening without his know. Sadly, he was oblivious to Sakura's situation since he was - and still is - in his own little world. The difference here was that he had to put on a bright face so as not to make their host feel awkward or threatened. And that's all it was; a face, nothing more. However, said face was a bit harder to hold when Shyc brought up their little literal princess. He selfish for wanting her to hold on until they'd gotten to Truell.

"I see." he nodded to Shyc. "But I think traveling if she's feeling bad is not the brightest idea." he, of course, was well aware of what was going on, considering he was likely the source. But even so, he couldn't really up and explain the situation. First off, it'd be odd talking to Shyc about it, and the rest of the group was a bit too new for him to confide in. He'd have to deal with it himself, which is how he preferred it anyway.

"Shyc, why don't you take a seat? I'll go see if Sakura needs anything."

"Sure," the thief answered and seated himself with the strange woman that Raze had been speaking to. Unsure of what to say to her, he sort of stared off to the left of her shoulder, trying to ignore how scantily clad she was. Not that he was into women, of course, but still. Sometimes it shocked him how the opposite sex dressed, "S-so... what are you doing out here all alone?" he said, trying to strike up some sort of small conversation.




Sakura had pulled her legs up against her chest. Unwillingly she had felt tears falling from her eyes down her face. Though she couldn't hear the words behind her very well because of the distance she had put between herself and the group, she could hear their voices. The feeling she was having course through her chest though was something so unfamiliar to her that she didn't know how to go about handling it, or how to get the pain to go away.

The pain was growing steadily and she didn't like how it felt. Sakura was going to have to calm herself soon or risk making herself sick or worse yet, passing out from the 'disease' she had. Taking several deep breaths she focused not on the conversation behind her, or the memory of Raze's smile towards a woman she didn't know, but on the air around her and the trees. She was outside, not cooped up in a castle anymore. She could hear the birds, the wind rustling the leaves and the lovely sounds of the small critters that moved about the trees. Eventually she stopped crying, and looked up to stare into the expanse of trees before her.

After departing from the company of Shyc and the woman (whom he had just realized he'd not exchanged names with), Razeluxe moved off towards where he thought Sakura had ventured to. It only took a few moments of walking through some trees before he located her, staring off in the distance. When he did the same, he noticed nothing out of the unusual, simply many different trees scattering the environment.

"Sakura."

Dane called out to the young woman as he approached, taking a seat just beside her. It was too selfish and stupid to think she wouldn't eventually get to this state long before they reached Truell. She had, after all, been locked up in the castle most her life, so she wasn't the best at hiding or dealing with foreign feelings. But still, it wasn't like he could just up and make this better by accepting her feelings. Not when he still felt like a monster.

"...How're you holding up?"

Sakura flinched at the sound of her name. It was Raze who called her and though she didn't particularly wish to speak to him right then, she felt some sort of comfort in knowing that he had come to see her. Her fingers pulled together tightly in small fists full of her commoners pants. The princess didn't look over to him even when he sat down with her. Turning just enough, she could barely make out the snow capped mountains through the canopy of trees. The thought alone was enough to make her wince slightly.

"Fine," she mumbled, "Just... unsure." she managed finally her gaze still settled on the mountains.

Raze rested his arms on his knees, simply enjoying the scenery like Sakura was doing. He took in the sights for a moment, gave an almost inaudible sigh, and took a breath in before he actually did reply.

"You know, it's not something I really care much to do." he said, then adding, "Making someone cry. It leaves quite the bad aftertaste in my mouth, it really does." he was still looking off in the distance, not really paying the girl he was speaking to any visual mind. He found the swaying leaves to be rather pleasant to watch.

Words weren't really forming as flowlessly as he had hoped they would. Despite this, he spoke almost like he'd rehearsed the setting. Each and every bit of the speech he made was constantly being plagued with internal criticism, since Razeluxe wasn't really too familiar himself with speaking from his heart. Yet, he knew not paying complete mind to this would be disrespectful to the Queen's daughter, to Sakura, and that's something he wanted to avoid at just about any cost.

"I know you're a princess, and it's probably that exact reason I'm having trouble with this, but couldn't you find someone more worthy for your affections? I know people much more kind, wealthy, handsome, and reliable than some mercenary... "

"So my station is the problem." she heaved a sigh as she spoke, "I suppose that I should have realized. After all, it is only in stories such things like this would happen. Reality isn't so kind, is it?"

She paused briefly before answering the rest of his statement, "There you go again. You know, Razeluxe, if you continue with that, you will drive away those that truly care for you and love you and you may only be left with those that will use and deceive you. I don't wish to be driven away, Razeluxe. But it seems you are intent to do so. To me, there is no one more worthy, or kind, or handsome or reliable. I care not for money, I prefer the road like this. I prefer a mercenary. I prefer you, but it seems that you do not see it that way no matter what I say. Perhaps if I had different colored eyes or a better body, you may smile at me as you did a moment ago. But alas, I fear that isn't the case either. I am simply my mothers daughter, an important 'bag' to you, that you must take to one place and bring back again."

Sighing, she blushed heavily as she realized she had spoken probably far too much and let her head fall into her hands that were wrapped around her knees, "I'm sorry. I am just... frustrated I suppose. We are getting closer to Truell and with it the end of my stay with you, once again. I guess it is the fate of one such as myself in this position. A 'princess'. If only status didn't hold us so tightly in one spot."

Razeluxe frowned when Sakura brought up his smile, having deeply been disappointed in her for doing so. He could feel a tinge of pain well up in his chest at the implications of her word. Besides, Razeluxe wasn't really one to appreciate physical appearance, even though she may have sorta caught him with the eyes. But it could be worse, he could be one of those guys who was overly fond of breasts, and admittedly, the woman beat Sakura in that respect by a long shot.

Not that she'd ever hear him say that.

"You should not be so jealous of a false smile. I avoided twisting my face in that shape near you because we're closer than strangers, Sakura." he shook his head a bit to show his disappointment. But from what he'd heard when in the bars while gathering information, females did typically have times when they'd be unreasonable. If that's the case, then it wasn't her fault.

"But that aside, do you not want to stay with us? With me, or Shyc? Even now, I wouldn't break a promise to you. If you aren't willing to go back to your confinement, I'll help you."

Her heart skipped a beat. A fake smile? Slowly she turned to look at him from the corner of her eye. She gazed at him for a while without saying anything. Finally she leaned back into her arms, hiding her small smile, "I see. I'm sorry I did not recognize it to be something like that," shaking her head a bit she closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze that moved through the trees.

"I do want to stay. With you. I want to go where ever you go, Raze. I will follow you anywhere, if you will let me," her smile grew wider as he reminded her of the promise he had given her, "You should know by now that I would do anything to stay away from that castle. But what are you going to do now that my mother knows you have me and has ordered you to take me to Truell?"

"Well," he began. "There's a rumored cure there for whatever it is that plagues you. It would not be wise to forget that, so for now, we'll continue to do what we've been asked to. Having your situation get more serious than it already is is unpreferable. I am no doctor, nor is anyone else with us right now."

Hopefully this lead of the Queen's was true. If she were to perish in his care... well, that's something he was not thinking about, and it was for the better that he didn't. Right now was the time to think about positive things.

"Sound good to you? I can't protect you from illness, I'm afraid."

Sakura smiled warmly, nodding her head, "Yes, that sounds fine," she answered then laughed a bit, "You protect me enough Raze. If anything I'm only ever getting in your way. Do not worry about the illness, I can handle it. I have for many years, what's a few more days?"

She was feeling a little bit lighter now and her normal energy and happiness was starting to come back, "Don't you have someone to teach how to weild a blade too? I thought that was another promise of yours, Raze," she teased a bit as she leaned against the tree, her head tilting back into the back as she gave him a sidelong glance.

"I guess it's not much. If you can handle it, then I'll trust you." It did sort of frighten him when she'd suddenly collapse, so it was not the easiest thing to take her word for it, but if she was confident she could live for a few more days, then who was he to say anything about it.

Razeluxe did some idle motion to fill up some space before the next set of quotes. "That's true. You are kinda useless." he jested.

Sakura gave a soft laugh as she sat there, "For you to agree with me," she giggled, "And, thank you. I appreciate you're doing all of this for me, Raze," she said as she allowed herself to lean over just slightly. Her back was against his shoulder now, "I don't think your weapon will suit me though, I think I may have to ask Shyc to borrow one of his, they may be lighter for me," she said.

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After he explained himself, he tuned everything out. Voices behind him disappeared and the actions of others went unnoticed. He left his wounds unattended and began for his weapons. Being so carelessly dropped on the floor, Kenji easily snatched them up and secured them in their normal spots on his body. He knew Shyc wanted to tend to the still bleeding gashes scattered on his body, but Kenji wasn't in the mood, if he ever was in one. On top of that, the group seemed to already be preparing to set off to their destination once again. Kenji adjusted his now soiled kimono and craned his neck to the sky again. He usually wasn't interested in many things but for some reason the blue sky above always caught his eye. One wound on the right side of his stomach was quite deep, causing a lot of pain, but Kenji seemed to find peace and ignored it.

Eventually Sakura finished cleaning Raze up and they began their adventure once again. The fire girl hid away in the caravan while the Princess hopped on the horse. Kenji watched Shyc pass by then stood there for a bit, the others trucking on ahead. He then followed, keeping far behind the group, wanting to be alone. I'll find a spring to bathe in next time we stop. I'll clean the wounds myself. He continued to walk slowly and began thinking about Shyc. Kenji couldn't comprehend why he felt different around the mercenary.



Kenji hadn't been keeping track of how much time had passed. All he knew was that they had been walking for quite a long time. He'd been staring at the ground for almost the whole walk, his mind now empty as he had spent every possible minute he could on the stray thoughts bouncing off the walls of his skull. He moved his eyes to the caravan quite a ways ahead of him. It had stopped. The fire woman remained, but the princess and Shyc had disappeared. He picked up the pace a little, almost as if he was worried, but his unemotional face shot down that thought.

After a few minutes, Kenji caught up. Raze and Sakura were off somewhere, but Shyc sat across from some random stranger. Another annoying female. She had different colored eyes, which was quite interesting. But he still ignored her and the camp that she seemed to have offered and shifted his gaze back Shyc. Kenji swiftly walked pass him and spoke a few quiet words. "Thank you. And I'll be back." The thank you was for Shyc's lovely act to defend him from the fire lady, and the I'll be back was his cue that he was off to go find a source of water.

Thankfully he didn't have to go far. A little walk into the forest from the camp and wallah~! A lovely little spring. Pleased with this, Kenji gently rested his weapons on a tree stump and removed his kimono. He examined his wounds and stepped into the surprisingly warm water. For a minute he just let the water do it's job and wash away the blood, but then he dragged his kimono in with him and began scrubbing the stains. It was a pain and it seemed the blood would be there forever, the tears of course would, but the deep red seemed to lessen. He had to get new clothes no matter what, but at least now he didn't have to worry about being to filthy. Once he was satisfied, he set the kimono in the sun to dry then returned to bathing just himself. He felt around his torso to find wounds and found three. Two of them were going to easily heal, but the deeper one on the right side of him needed to be taken care of to avoid infection, Kenji didn't care about the scarring. He flinched a little as his hand glided over the deeper gash. He then though of what he could do as he didn't have the proper materials in the slightest. I'll ask Shyc later.

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The boy that stayed behind when his leader (she was assuming, given the way the two had been whispering) was kind enough, he had a bit of trouble keeping an even gaze with her. Not surprising. He, unlike the man that had just left, seemed more suspectable to her whims. Heh. She leaned closer as he chatted with her, letting him catch small glimpse of just a little bit of skin. That was part of the game, wasn't it? Tantalize with a small peek but never with anything more. There conversation was pleasant enough, he seemed interested to know why she was heading in the direction of Truell. She gave him the answer she normally gave, which was close enough to the truth: she had a show to perform there.

There wasn't really much to say beyond that and with a wary look in the direction of their cart (she could've sworn she saw it move), she put the fire out and wished her guest a good night. She wrapped herself in her warm silk blankets and lay her head down, fading into a world of pleasant dreams, where all who saw her bowed down instantly, grateful to be in her presence... Mmm... yes, she was such a wonderful goddess...

Yet it was that... noise that awoke her. It was shuffling and one of her eyes shot open, looking about her for the cause. The first thing she noticed was that the boy was gone, the spot he had been sleeping in was empty. That wasn't what concerned her, it was the shadow that was crouching over where she was laying. The dancer flinched back, veering away from the figure. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but from what she could make out, this shape was another woman's. A woman she didn't recognize--had she missed someone last night?

Her heart lept in her throat and her chest was starting to constrict. Relax, nervousness was not really a trait that suited her, not in the slightest. She glared at the figure, not about to let her hesitation leak through.

"What's your problem?" She was already reaching behind her to grab her scimitar to defend herself but the figure was quicker, grabbing her wrist and pushing her down to the ground. With the distance between them somewhat lessened, Amaunet was able to get a better look at her "attacker", a woman with green eyes and a rather blank expression. Maybe she shouldn't have invited these people to stay with her, if this was the thanks she was going to get!

She could hear the growls from her babies, though mixed with the night hair, it sounded more like a low murmur. No, she wasn't going to... let them out, she could handle her own in this one. Best not to blow her cover so immediately.

"Look, darling," She decided to try a different approach, fluttering her eyelashes at the other. "I'm sure this is a misunderstanding, though if you're looking for an excuse to get closer..." Amaunet adjusted her leg, rubbing her thigh against the woman's waist. To her surprise, the figure didn't seem pleased by this and immediately leaned backwards, relinquishing the grip that was keeping her pinned to the ground. Well, that wasn't the reaction she expected but... at least it had freed her.

The dancer was quick to get to her feet, grabbing her scimitar in the process. Best to be on guard right now.

"Identify yourself." Huh? What did that cutie say? Now that Amaunet was getting a better look at this woman... she wasn't too bad looking at all! She had modest breasts, not as big as hers, of course, but they were a nice size. And that little waist, mm, so petite. Still, what was this woman going on about? Identify? Identify what?

"... Excuse me?" Was all the necro-engineer could manage as she stared back.


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Fotiá didn't know why this... ... whatever she was... desert woman was so difficult. Usually pulling a weapon on someone else worked. She had never had anyone rub their leg against her. It had felt strange and unwelcome. Her features were rigidly set, despite the fact that she had been somewhat frazzled by that... odd decision. Why didn't this stranger get it? This was yet another person that had not been a part of her orders, another person that did not conform with the proper order of things, and another person who was delaying their trip. And she had thought they'd got over this with the weird... silent... whatever it was.

And the elemental really didn't like repeating herself. Besides, the woman was probably just being intentionally frustrating--that was what all strangers liked to do anyway. And this was ridiculous, they were staying in a camp that this traveler had offered without the slightest clue as to whether or not this person was a hostile entity or not. The princess could be in serious danger--why wasn't this mercenary leader doing his job properly? But it didn't matter, she could take it into her own hands... as she was right now.

She decided that she had had enough--after all, talking was a waste of time. Narrowing her eyes, the emerald faded into the familiar turqoise as her pupils and irises disappeared into the hue, her skin flaking and burning as she morphed into a more familiar shape. If weapons didn't work, then fire always did. She'd be careful this time, she wouldn't burn any trees. Hissing, she raised a few fingers, a small ring of fire swirling around her digits.

The woman seemed temporarily stunned by this shift, why? Had no one on this plane ever met an elemental before? Fotiá had been summoned, after all, she couldn't have been the first elemental to make their presence known. She pushed these thoughts out of her mind, focusing more at the task at hand. She took a few steps closer to the other, the stranger tensing in response.

"Cutie, I don't know how you did that but... I don't think you really want to be attacking me." Fotiá was unfamiliar with the tone of voice the woman was using. None of it mattered, she had to find out why they had been offered shelter, and if this dancer was going to be a threat. She sent off a warning blast of flame, singing the ends of the woman's hair. The stranger's mismatched eyes widened as a look of horror (Fotiá knew what this was) overtook her features. What was the big deal? It was just hair. It would grow ba--

Something cold, something slippery, something... something WET was dumped over her head--Fotiá didn't know how it happened but it was happening. The water was disgusting and her flames made a sizzling noise. It definitely wasn't enough to put her out but it had hit the back of her head, dampening some of her hair. The elemental stood in stunned silence, hating every moment of this, hating this woman because that was the only person around to blame. But most of all, hating water, it was the most vile thing in existence.

She raised her body temperature to compensate for the bit of her that had gone out, flames expelling from her skin and causing the nearby plant life to whither and die at her feet. (... damn it.) The stranger blinked, but that mismatched gaze was not fixed upon the elemental. Instead, it was focused on something behind her. Fotiá glanced behind her, wondering what the woman could've been looking at. But all she saw was a mound of dirt. Hmm...

She turned back to the dancer, with a short sigh. This night. This night was neverending. Well she didn't need to sleep, she meditated anyway. And she could wait it out the whole entire night. She was going to stand here and watch the dancer. There was no way she trusted the woman but she was also aware that the princess was sleeping not too far off and she didn't know where the others were but she didn't want to wake them with the sounds of battle.

"Don't try anything." Was all she said, taking her place in the center of a pile of logs. She caused the wood to catch fire the instant she sat down but she paid no heed, a close eye on the woman in question. This night was far too bizarre.

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"So it was Nahv that was trailing us? That's a relief. Anyway, what have I missed? It pertains to the business you had, I presume."

Shyc glanced over to the tall lizard-man, "Yeah, I guess. But..." he paused for a moment, "Business hu... after or before he tackled me," he gave a slight glower at the lizard. Obviously he was still trying to have feeling return to his strained limbs. With a sigh he reached up and ran his hands through his hair, "I guess he's working for the King of Truell."

"That so?" Razeluxe turned to the Lizard-man who had created what would later be known as the 'man-pack'. "Too much to hope that he wanted to enjoy my company again."

Shyc gave a slight huff, a small upturn of his lips as he smiled slightly, "Well, better than what he originally wanted to do. He'd told me that we couldn't go any farther unless... well, he's been ordered to dispose of anyone who dares to 'tresspass'. But with Sakura's condition, it seems he's made an exception. So! Thankfully we won't die today, but we're under strict... survelliance I suppose. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that."

"Getting the cure for Sakura is our top priority at the moment, so I could care less if we're under watch. At the very least, I know Nahv's character enough to know that he won't do anything if we don't. Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave.."

Shyc looked over to Nahv again, his arms crossing as he eyed the man. He seemed to think about their options and then returned his gaze to Raze, "Yeah. I trust you on that. He's decided to take us through some ruins to get to the castle. I guess the pass is too perilous right now with all the snow. And well.. I think I have to agree. Sakura may say she's good, but... coupled with the cold and she's been looking a little pale lately," he paused again watching Raze carefully, "It'll be faster, warmer and Nahv will be guiding us. What do you say to that?"

Razeluxe's face was blank, as usual. Despite that, he couldn't help but avert his eyes for a moment. Would Sakura-chan be alright until then? He realized pondering this would just be wasting the little time they probably had. Razeluxe returned his gaze to Shyc. "I'm fine with it. Cold was never really my thing anyhueway." he answered.

"When does he want to depart?"

To this, Shyc gave a slight shrug, "I don't know. Probably soon, maybe in the morning which isn't too long now if you think about it," the young theif gave a sigh. So much for sleeping, but he was sort of used to that anyway, "Want me to wake her? Or will you? I could..." he glanced over as his attention was taken by something that sounded like a scuffle. He watched both women for a while before he shook his head and sighed as he looked down to the ground, "Well... that's just going to be great. Want me to see what's got those two all riled up?" he asked, pointing at the two women and specifically Fotia who looked to be drenched in water.

Razeluxe too had heard all the commotion coming from the camp. Whatever it was, it wasn't welcome. Razeluxe shook his head at Shyc's offer. "No, I'll deal with it. Go wake Sakura and tell her what we're going to do." he instructed before heading off towards the scuffle, irritated that something that was likely to be stupid was going on. He was quite done with all the shit going on around him for at least a few more nights.

"Alright," Shyc said with a nod and turned to go to Sakura's tent. He was slightly glad that Raze was going to deal with the two women. He wasn't quite sure how well he could have done so. Pushing aside the tent flap, he moved into her tent and gently shook her shoulder, "Sakura?"

She gave a mumble in reply, still wrapped up in a deep sleep. He grinned as he watched her, laughing to himself. Of course, nothing could wake her up it seemed, a full on war could be going on around her but if she were in this deep of a sleep, there was nothing to get her up. He settled for poking her face until she twitched a few times, and reached out and slapped at his hand.

"Sakura," he laughed, "Wake up, I know it's late. Sorry..."

"Mm, what is it, Shyc?" she said barely muttering the words as she rolled over and peered up at him sleepily.

"We're gonna get going soon."

"Now?"

"Yeah, seems... Nahv is back and he's going to take us to the King. We'll get your cure sooner. How does that sound?"

Sakura lay there for a while before everything processed and then she nodded and sat up slowly, stretching as she went. She gave him a tired smile, "You are all so worried. And for nothing. I promise I'm okay, jeez it's not like I'm just going to drop," she teased slightly.

Shyc frowned a bit, "So you say... but... you've been looking really pale lately and I don't know if it's just me but... you're usually more energetic."

"We've been walking a lot," she said with a shrug that he didn't believe wholly. Sakura pushed herself up to her feet and yawned, her arms stretching up over her head one more time. Shyc stood with her as he shook his head just a bit.

"See? Just... fine," the Princess swayed and then dropped.

Shyc shouted, catching her just before she could crumple completely, "Sakura?!" he shook her gently, and when she didn't move, he picked her up and left the tent in a hurry, taking her towards the dying fire, he laid her out as he called for Raze, shouting the elf's name even though he probably didn't have to.

Unfortunately for the two fighting women, the big, strapping young elf-human hybrd was unable to reach their tent before he heard the boy's cry for help. With a glare through the tent towards Shyc for interrupting his possible three-way, he rushed over to the tent that held the two.

"What? What's the matter?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The young theif ground his teeth, "I'm hopeful that she's just too tired... but... she stood up and then passed out," Shyc shook his head as he eyed Sakura's still form carefully, "This isn't looking good, Raze. What are we going to do if we lose her before we even make it?" he asked, looking over his shoulder to the elf with a bit of fear in his gaze.

Shaking his head, he continued a bit, "And Nahv hasn't gauranteed our audience with the King either... only that we'll get there."

"We'll get her there before that happens." he shot back, as if offended by the very idea that she'd actually perish before then. "Both our lives and her own depend on it, and I won't let them be lost. For now, we worry about things one at a time. You'll just stress yourself out otherwise. Can I expect a level head on you, Shyc? You're the most veteran member I have left."

Shyc took a sharp breath. For a moment only stared at Raze and then nodded, releasing his pent up air as he settled himself, "Yes," he answered and looked back down at Sakura, "Yes. You can expect that. I promise," he readjusted his hold on her and stood, he offered her to Raze, "I'll get our things, and tell Nahv we are ready. The sooner the better at this point," he said as calmly as he could muster.




The darkness of the room was only broken by a slight strand of silver light from the moon hanging outside the window. From that strand of light, two figures could be seen in the dark room. One was seated, the other stood next to them. The one that was seated tapped the arm of the chair incessantly.

"How much longer?"

"Till that time?"

The figure seated nodded only in response.

"Not too much longer. The solstice is nearly upon us. I'm sure she's starting to feel it by now. The pains would have increased, fatigue follows next, and eventually..."

"Will they make it?"

The one standing shrugged lightly, "Who knows. Even if they don't she will still awaken. The only thing depending on if she makes it is what sort of destruction will happen afterwards. Should the King manage to get his hands on her, he can awaken her with little destruction. If not... well... it matters not."

"No. It doesn't matter. She's mine anyway. Just so long as that power of hers is awakened, that's all I want. That's all I need. Everything else doesn't matter."