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War of the Sun and Moon

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a part of War of the Sun and Moon, by RainWish.

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RainWish holds sovereignty over Aspara, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Amelia Rose Cortez [40] "Would you like to play a game? Come, come, and entertain me."
Aedan [39] "I am a slave, not a dog. Dogs get to be part of the family."
Lyall Sigmund Beoulve [20] "Sure,this silver collar is just charming..."
Persephone Renee Flor [18] "Come on, dog, put your back into it."
Jaylene Cameron Wilde [17] "Hah. You want me to do what? Yeah right."
Nero Augustus Caelum [7] Insurgence... The King must fall!
Snow [6] "Every snowflake is said to be different in appearance and shape. Why is this logic not also applied to Lycans?"
Kui Hitomi [4] "We are no more than candles burning in the wind."
Jaden Kasaki [3] "Freedom is a given for all life. I'd rather die for another to be free."

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Aedan flicked his gaze at the book she left behind, and while he did enjoy reading... especially something that did not concern the history of purchases, he was not a fool. He would not grab something as she was watching as it would give him away as surely as merely saying it. He was many things... but not a fool. Instead he watched her. The skirt going to side to side swinging with her hips, the way he hair swung across her back... The stir it arose in him was more then enough to get his mind off of books... or anything besides his dear Mistress and what secrets lie beneath. Her 'accusation' did bring him out of his lust lidded dream world. If she had been his Former Master, he would no that by saying he did not have to.. it meant he had to.

With her, he fault she generally had no problem waiting the few nights until it was his transformation, and Aedan would have to look into getting chains or other things to bind himself down. The nights before the fullmoon.. knowing this beautiful woman ready to be taken was just down the hall.. It may be too much for his... humane side to handle. He would not die here. "I am sure you will see all you desire, Mistress, and perhaps even more then you wished to." He said softly. No doubt she would... and he may very well lose his head before the month was out. A dreadful and disheartening fact.

In truth, he cared not about the other lycan slave. All it told him was that she indeed had little experience with them. He could not read more out of it because as skilled as he was the back of peoples heads always stubbornly refused to reveal secrets. She seemed finish with her lycan discussion as she moved to the piano, the large obnoxious musical instrument and began strumming out notes. He had heard this song before... once at a ball he had attended. He could not place the name, but it was familiar. Aedan thought over her question, "I can work in the fields, I can clean and cook, I can speak in the 'proper' manner, I know how to dine, how to dance, how to sew, how to get blood from stains, how to treat most common injuries." Most lycans learned that one. When you lay in a pool of your own blood enough, you realized such skills are helpful, "I can do Mathematics." Which wasn't forbidden by the king. Probably because he assumed if they could not read, they could not count. "And I hate a rather sharp memory."

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Snow shivered, her paced pressed into the cold ground as she awaited the murderer to approach. Her body felt heavier than lead as she lost control of movement and pure terror took over. As a slave you quickly learned one thing. It was easier to submit. Snow knew that is she rose quickly she could perhaps escape, but it would do little good. Her exhaustion would make any chance of fleeing futile. Now that she had fallen, Snow wondered briefly if she would ever be able to rise again. No, it was easier to just accept death. She realized this from the blade's whine sliding from its hilt pierced the air. There would be no escape. The hairs on her neck raised as he played with the name of her race. This terrified her even more. Although his tone was soft, he could be playing with her. Snow would rather have death than be made a slave once again.

To his questions, Snow raised her head. Her white hood slipped to around her neck as her face was bathed in moonlight. Blue, fearful eyes watched the man as he turned his back toward her. "I.. I was not spying, I swear!" Snow cried, desperately wanted to plead for her life. "I was just walking on the road when you came. I was looking for my brother, but I..." the words choked in her throat, tears welling in her eyes. "I was too late. All that was left was a pool of blood from where they..." Snow shook her head, unable to continue.

"My master was ill. One of the other slaves took my collar off so I could try and be reunited with my brother. I do not know if they realize I am gone. My master had so many slaves..." She watched the man carefully, secretly admiring his wealthy clothes. The scent of blood was heavy, causing her to misjudge his identity. "Please, do not kill me also. I can go back. I can go back," she whimpered, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

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Amelia listened patiently as Aedan rattled off the list of his impressive abilities. To Amelia's mind, all the skills were rather useless. She had plenty of servants for those tasks all ready. She was mildly interested in his ability to speak properly and attend balls, but that was almost a disappointment. It would be much more amusing if her new toy would make a fool of himself from ignorance. She always welcomed a new source of entertainment.

Amelia all ready knew that the skills she was interested in would never be spoken aloud. She wanted his inner truths, the secrets that should never see the light of day. She turned toward him, interested in his final two statements. This was something she could use. "You like numbers? How interesting. The idea of them bore me terribly. Did your previous master use this skill? I cannot let it go to waste here, now can I?"

Amelia smiled and rose from the piano bench, disappointed that he did not reach for the book. Perhaps her first assumption had been wrong. "As for your memory, I'm sure that you must have wonderful stories that you can tell me. It would be interesting to find out how your past Lord ran his house as apposed to this one. The poor Tristan. There must be some flaw for his injury to have been so dramatic." She chuckled to herself, eyeing the wolf casually. "I find it difficult to believe the fool could trip and have such injury, no matter how stupid he may be."

"Lady Amelia, supper is ready." Amelia frowned, annoyed by Ana's interruption. The maid crept into the room, her eyes constantly darting toward's Aedan. Amelia blinked, her mood sinking to realize that Ana's fear of the Lycan seemed to be short lived. How disappointing.

"Has Father all ready left?" Amelia asked, her body tenser than she desired.

Ana blinked, as if needed to refocus her thoughts. Amelia frowned, unsure what the maid's distraction could be. "He is gathering his last belongings now. He wanted to see you before he leaves."

Amelia nodded, smoothed her skirt, and walked to the main hall. "Thank you. Ana, you are dismissed for the evening if you desire. But first.... Set out two places on the table."

Ana tilted her head with confusion. "Two, Madam?"

Amelia smiled, turning back to the pair before disappearing into the hall. She could hear her father fumbling on his way down the stairs. "Yes, I do not like eating alone. Aedan will be joining me."

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"I… I was not spying, I swear!" The girl finally replied with a desperate tone of voice. Nero’s thoughts went back at her with that single cry. He then turned around to listen to her trembling words “I was just walking on the road when you came. I was looking for my brother, but I..." The girl started crying, struggling to say whatever she was trying to convey. She finally continued: "I was too late. All that was left was a pool of blood from where they..." She was late… late for what? A pool of blood… Perhaps, was she trying to save him? Nero thought she would have died as well in the attempt. And he supposed, trying to get all the strings together to finally realize the whole truth.

The pool of blood at the market possibly belonged to this girl’s brother, the reason he was chasing the slave masters. It all had been triggered by that Lycan’s blood. It had been the blood of an innocent, spilled with cowardice by those murderers. The kind of spilling that surely happened almost every single day.

Her voice brought him back from his obscure scheming: "My master was ill. One of the other slaves took my collar off so I could try and be reunited with my brother. I do not know if they realize I am gone. My master had so many slaves..." He was right then, a slave. How shameful… He noticed the shine of her eyes staring straight at him. Was that curiosity perhaps?

"Please, do not kill me also. I can go back. I can go back" She was scared to death, shaking her head. Possibly denying the unreal fact that she was about to get killed.

“Listen, I’ll not kill you neither will I make you a slave nor force you to go back to whatever hell you came from.” He removed the black cloth covering his face allowing the little light there was to expose his face. “If it is your whish you may come with me, or you may do as your heart demands and find a way to die out here. By twilight this place will swarm with hunters and hounds. You will be taken as the culprit of the murder back there.” Nero stared into her eyes trying to figure out her answer.

He gave his back to her, sheathing his sword. “So, what say you? Will you stay to die or will you come along with a stranger?” Nero asked, making emphasis in the word “stranger”.

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"He did, Mistress, I kept his accounts for him." Aedan answered truthfully. It was not a pleasant thing to do shuffle through old accounting books to tally up expenses and revenue so that his Former Master knew his affairs. It was really a long and tedious procedure since he had to check, then double check, then check ones more to ensure everything was accurate, if it was not he was threatened with being beaten thoroughly. "I am not sure I would say I like numbers, Mistress, but that I can do them."

Aedan felt his jaw tighten at the mans mention. He hated hearing his name... hated hearing about him. "Mistress, it is not proper for a slave to speak of their former masters." He said through clenched teeth which was true. Usually you did not, and usually your new master did not ask, but if pressed and threatened with beatings, most slaves relented. No doubt it was for that reason that many of them were merely killed instead of sold, you did not want them spilling your secrets.

Luckily, Ana came in to interrupt any further lines of interrogation. The way she kept darting glances at him almost made him simile in triumph. She dotted on him because he was dangerous and forbidden. It was not uncommon.. She would no doubt day dream about him and have other fantasies, but anything more then that she would not want. At the end of the day, as pretty as he may be, he was still a dog in their eyes. Her father was already departing then, this was going to be a rough couple of days. Of course, the news he was supposed to be dining with her did not lighten the mood. Ravishing as she was, it was safer to keep your distance.

Mia departed leaving them alone, and Ana stood there dancing foot to foot no doubt unsure if she had time to talk to him, but he would save her, "You should get going." Aedan said softly, "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble." Well, no, he did not care if she got in trouble or not, but it made him look better in her eyes. Ana flashed a small smile and a light blush before bowing, which almost made him laugh, and left. The bow was probably just from reflex and something she did when she was nervous.

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Snow looked up to the man with wide eyes, unable to believe that he had turned his back towards her. Even if Snow was little threat to a man of his size, she was still a beast in the minds of humans. His motives confused Snow, her eyes still glistening from her emotional spill.

If Snow could trust his words, she would not die here. Not now, at least. For now, he left fate inside Snow's hands. This was even harder for Snow to understand. Never before had she been given a choice. It was either do or die by the sword of her master. The worst was when a fellow slave, a friend, was forced to execute another. They always did it, of course. If they did not, it would be their own lives lost. Snow rose to her knees, her shoulders straightening to watch the man as he waited for her answer. She could either follow him, which very well may be a trap where he could be plotting to kill her, or she could stay and certainly be hunted down in revenge for a crime she did not commit. On the charge of two humans' deaths, Snow quivered on what the punishment could be.

"Wait," Snow called, stumbling to her feet as he took a small step forward. "I will come with you." She watched the back of his head, moving closer but keeping a safe distance between them. "Even if you are lying, I have a better chance staying with you then remaining here and waiting for the hunters to come." With a skeleton hand, Snow pushed aside a strand of white hair. "My master called me Snow," she told him softly. "May I know who I am traveling with?"




Amelia frowned as she turned from Aedan, disappointed by his rehearsed response to her questions on his previous master. She could tell that there was an amusing story behind his closed curtains. One that she desperately wanted to know. In time, perhaps.

With a noble's grace, Amelia painted a smile on her face as she stood in attention by the door. Her father strolled down the grand staircase followed by one of their servants struggling with his luggage. It was an amusing sight. As she waited, Amelia imagined the servant tumbling down the staircase like a clumsy bocce ball and knocking the old man out of the way. Maybe it would finally bring some sense into his ancient habits. But, alas, both men made it to the ground floor safely and without flaw. "Mia, are you sure you are up to staying here alone?" he asked, cupping her cheek and kissing the top of her crown.

"Yes, Father," Amelia responded softly. "I will be fine. Lady Jefferson said I could send for her if I needed anything. And I will be too busy planning for my ball to become lonesome. It is a shame you will miss it." She smiled casually up to him, toying with the key draped on her neck.

Her father frowned and shook his head. "You know how I hate those parties you throw. I only allow it because your mother was the same way. And get that rubbish off your neck," he said, snatching the key from her and pulling on the chain. "I told you to hide this. It is not safe-"

"You worry like an old man," Amelia cooed, sliding his fingers away. "When you return, I will be safe and sound, do not fear. My pet won't let anything that I don't want happen to me. That is why we purchased him, isn't it?"

He sighed heavily and nodded, eyes turning toward Aedan as the maid slipped from the room. "Do you have any questions before I leave?" he asked.

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Xaviar had been sitting at the table, the small dining room seemingly big enough for Xaviar and the whole of his servants--in fact, the area became apparent to be the servants' eating quarters. When he did not eat in his study, busy with experiments and inventions, he preferred to eat here. The simple setting relaxed him; much better then the glitz and glamor of the royal tables in the main banquet hall. However, his meditative sitting was interrupted when Jaylene entered, he standing in respect; though standing was a near issue as the sight of her in the snow-white dress struck him down with her beauty. "Jaylene," he nodded simply with a tone of respect. "I hope that this will do..."

Then Bolvan entered the room. He looked at the room, then frowned disappointingly to Xaviar.

"What you do here?" The huge man picked up Xaviar, quite comically, then motioned for Jaylene to follow him. Xaviar cursed silently at Bolvan, but did not do much other than fold his arms, annoyed. He allowed himself to be carried out to the entrance of the back garden, where a small table set for two sat. Bolvan smiled widely as he set his Master down, stating, "Is better for vlyublennykh, no?" The pale figure blushed with an annoyed look, putting his hand to his face in a light facepalm.

"Christ Almighty, Bolvan..." Xaviar muttered to himself, before looking to Jaylene. "As it appears, I must now ask if this is acceptable." To be honest, the table was set just right; looking upon the garden to see its natural beauty, with the sunset easily seen, the wind wafting the pleasant aroma of the flowers. The only problem was that it was romantic. Highly so. Which was not helping his case.

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Jay smiled with a bit of shyness as Xaviar looked at her in the snow white dress. She had been excited to dress herself up a bit, but she had never actually dressed up like this before and she felt as though her master was looking at her with distaste. She nodded respectfully back to him and was about to address her master as well when suddenly Bolvan entered the room and picked up Xaviar. Jay couldn't keep herself from chuckling at the ease of which the huge man picked her master up.

Jay followed the two outside and cocked her head to once side in confusion at the blush on Xaviar's cheeks. Out of all the languages she had picked up, Russian had never been one of them, and Jay did not have the slightest clue as to what Bolvan had said to make Xaviar blush. Instead of questioning, Jay simply shrugged and stepped up next to Xaviar, but keeping a respectable distance behind him out of habit.

"It's beautiful," Jay had said when suddenly a pleasant breeze blew her hair back and Jay couldn't keep the smile off her face as her sensitive sense of smell was overcome by the aroma of flowers. She closed her eyes for a moment and turned her face toward the wind, just to feel the breeze and take in the scent.

Then, the wind was gone and Jay turned to Xaviar with a small smile still playing on her features. She was still confused as to why he would ask her to dinner and was completely oblivious to to romantic air about them. However, Jay decided that Xaviar was a nice enough master and even if it was some cruel joke, she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

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Nero could not wait any longer. He knew Adrian, his butler, would be waiting for him in some dark alley. It all was supposed to happen as quickly as lightning. The slave-masters were no hard target after all. Asides, he had lot of preparations to do. To continue waiting for the girl to react would have meant wasting valuable time. He was about to walk away when her voice suddenly made him stop.

Wait! She said, echoing into the emptiness of the forest. It had taken a while longer than Nero expected, so she had not given up hope just yet. Or so he thought.
"I will come with you." A slight smile drew on Nero’s lips. He hears her steps getting closer. Once more her words break the silence brought by the whispers of the wind. Nero listened with interest; there was a change of tone in her voice. Was it bravery, perhaps?

"Even if you are lying, I have a better chance staying with you then remaining here and waiting for the hunters to come." In his deepest thoughts Nero knew coming with him would not be any safer than staying there. Sooner or later he would have to face the consequences of his actions. And all the ones involved as well. After all, sending a message of hope to his kin was his motive that night. He remembered the pool of blood at the slave market… a young Lycan was dead. There could be two of them right there along with him now. However, he had failed to save the Lycan boy.
"My master called me Snow," "May I know who I am traveling with?" He heard her say. He turned around and stared into her eyes.

“Snow…” He pronounced it slowly, tasting the word. A bit spooky he thought for himself. What kind of master could have been? – “Be sure I shall protect you as long as it is possible for me to do so” He said. Not really certain if he could be able to accomplish that. Nero thought of it as a harmless lie.

“Pardon my ill manners. The name is Nero, Nero Caelum. It’s my pleasure to become your acquaintance. I beg for your apologies, but we must make haste and leave at once. I hear the sound of horses approaching." Nero said suddenly, as the faint sound of a carriage grew louder in his ears.

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