Phoenix Knights~'A King's Heart'

[RoneLith]

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Phoenix Knights~'A King's Heart'
Prologue

Taken from the journal of the Great Father of the Order of the Spiral Mages

Spira, named for the power which gives life to all, is not round as many have thought. Indeed Spira is a flat world floating atop the great Tree of Life. Its branches rise up from underneath the great plate and brings its golden light to the surface emitting the life giving energy needed to sustain all creatures. Its great trunk nearly twice the size of Spira, emerges from a great star at its roots. This star, simply called Spiral, is the home of the seven main gods of Spira. Spiral gives the energy to the Tree of Life to be passed on to the different creatures and lands in the world above. Any break in the chain would end all life, not just on Spira but to any world that has come into contact with the Great Tree. Essentially all life would cease. The seven gods knowing this, used there power to create an illusion around the world letting every inhabitant fully belive the world is round, encircleing a great moulten core. I am the only man with this knowledge and the only one who will be allowed to know. Another point to make is the fact that ships crossing to the edge of the world are seemlessly transported to the other side as if the world was round. If you were to veiw the world from space all you would see is an ordinary round planet. Quite the amasing illusion if you ask me.
Spira is a vast land consisting of seven main continents each with numerous islands and features giving the world an endless feel. Each main continent houses a large temple of each of the seven gods. I am ahead of myself...
The seven main gods each control a different aspect of life.
Agape~She is the controller of Wisdom and love, represented by a soft blue light.
Spira~She is the controller of Physical Strength, represented by a firce red fire.
Drac'covich~He is the controller of Courage, His light is a deep green.
Joy'cra~She controlls Mental Strength, orange is the light she favors.
Stryfe~His name says it all he is the controller of perserverance, yellow.
Christ'ana~She controlls Intelligence, Light puple is her favorite.
Finally above all the others the woman who controlls the controllers, someone who is so vastly powerful and very silly,
Ruthra Magick Spiradonious~usally going by either Ruthra or Magick depending on her mood, she controlls all things magical and...Well she controlls everything. Truly her color is clear but since no one but a god can see "Clear" she is white.
Other gods do exsist in Spira but I will not talk of them now.
To describe the shape of the world I shall start in the center and use the compass points.
To the north is the lands of Asgoth. Typically a land of war but with an interesting culture((Orient in earth terms)) Drac'covich's tower is on this land, hidden amoung the trees and mountains.
To the South are the massive Island chain of Windhole, named for the giant hollow mountain in which the tower of Stryfe lies. Constant winds make this land ideal for warships.
South west lies The Allied lands of the Phoenix. A beatiful land mixed with almost every type of climate. In the great desert, it has no name since no one goes there no one felt the need to name it, is Spira's tower of fire.
North west is a desolate land filled with just plain foul things, I rarely go there but to visit the Dragons of Light that make there home in the tower of Stryfe.
North East is where I make my home the Twin Isles. Two land masses sepereated by a large salt water river running between them, held in place by the Great Spiral Tower in which myself and my mages live...I'll leave it alone as to who's tower this is.
East is the land of Falconia, home of the Roc riders and Agapes tower.
South east is a strange land. Filled with two warring thief guilds that each controll one side of the land. Christ'ana's tower resides there.
I am tired and must rest I shall write more of this later, eh knowing me it will probably take a couple of years to get back to this...

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

The Adventure Begins!

To the north of the civilized lands of the Allied Nations of the Pheonix, encompassing most of the continent of Asgoth, there is a vast nation of plains and forests known as Naitosho (OOC: China-variant), where nomadic herders and tribal warriors trade and deal with small towns of silkweavers and rice fields. This country, along with the smaller but very dense contry of Dharmahn (OOC: India-variant), is a powerful member of the Allied Nations, though the island nation of Shihapon (OOC: Japan-variant), still considered a part of Asgoth despite the fact that it is not connected to the continent by land, has resisted the entreaties of the Allies Nations of the Phoenix as of yet. The large country of Naitosho is famed for its beautiful archetecture, interesting philosophical texts, and delightful (albeit fattening) cuisene -- but even Naitosho has its barbarians, bands of fearful nomadic warriors that worship the Goddess of Strength and are unparalleled at the lance and mounted archery, and the politics of Naitosho are often so convoluted, and its provinces are often so fragmented, that normally raids by these warriors can be only barely repressed.

However, fortunately for the people of the provinces of Naitosho, these nomadic warriors are held in check by their allies and advisors deep within the forests of Naitosho, a central tribal city-state (though perhaps it is far too small to be called that) known as "Maiki" that resides around holy places deep within the forest. There, monks and priestesses that worship no god and yet all at once commune with the spirits and meditate on what proper path history should take as they strive to eliminate physical needs and desires within themselves.

Every century or so, legend has it, a child is blessed by the spirits and destined to become the Prince or Princess of this community, and they are inevitably either powerful warriors or great priests, and always assigned a great task. And as the Allied Nations of the Phoenix have rose to prominence and grown more powerful, Naitosho has shown less and less fear for the barbarian nomads; though these normals are normally the waking nightmare of the "civilized world", with the military might of the Alliance, Naitosho can more than defend itself against even surprise attacks. Not only that, for some reason, Naitosho has begun pushing back even more than usual, and the place known as Maiki by those who reside there is soon to be invaded by people who cannot possibly understand its importance. Naitosho claims these plains for its own, and soon the spirits will be forgotten by the city farmers, soldiers, and scholars. Even the famed philosophers of Naitosho think little of the barbarian priests.

Thus, according to the guidance of the spirits, the current priestess must travel to see aid from the current head of the Phoenix Alliance -- Prince Rain. It is said he is in need of a wife -- if necessary, this priestess will provide herself. She will do whatever she can to save her people, and follow what her heart, her will, and the spirits dictate.

Her name is Taiji Prayer-on-Wind, and she commands the Elements of Nature, for she is the Chosen One of the Spirits.

However, even for a Chosen One, traveling alone is dangerous...

<< --- >> Two weeks previous... << --- >>

"Please... let me pass!"

Soft, delicate hands gripped a long, polished staff tightly, tied prayers drawn upon rice paper fluttering from the exorcist's weapon. Long, dark lashes hung low over frightened soft eyes, and soft cloth rustled as the beautiful girl stepped back reflexively, taking in a breath sharply at the terrifying expressions of the men surrounding her. Her full, ample chest heaving under a loose but flatteringly snug silk kimono, the slit at the thigh leading to silk hakima pants that hint at equally shapely hips and thighs and a round rump, Taiji appeared to be presenting a tempting target for the four bandits.

"I mean you no harm," she continued, her voice soft and sweet, like a spring breeze that carries the scent of violets.

"You know, I feel the same way," said one scarred fellow, clearly the leader, as he is the one wearing the most armor. "That's why, if you come quietly and obey us, we won't hurt you -- and we might not even damage your clothes too much when we tear them off."

The other bandits started to snigger and laugh, but though a flicker of a blush appeared upon the cheeks of the tan-skinned, almond-eyed girl, her will did not seem to waver. "I am not afraid of you," Taiji proclaimed, steadying her feet, "but I do not want to hurt fellow humans. I much prefer sending spirits to their final rest. Please desist... this is wrong."

"It won't feel wrong later on... at least not for me!" called out one of the other bandits, and they all start to snicker again.

"But... I have a Quest... you mustn't stop me."

"It can wait for a few months, we're sure!"

The four began to close in, and Taiji set her lovely face in a rather grim expression, sweeping her staff outward in preparation for the battle. Still, the odds looked quite unfair -- a shapely young girl with a staff had little chance against four battle-blooded men with bladed weapons. And she had no time, now, to beg the spirits for aid, and even with her virtue at stake, she wasn't sure if her heart would be in it. Taiji had never fought men with an actual intent to injure or incapacitate before.

One reached in, and she stepped back reflexively, only to find that one she hadn't seen had closed quickly, and his hand clasped her ass firmly, squeezing the ripe young flesh rather roughly. She let out a shriek of surprise; if men trying to kill her wasn't new, this certainly was. The bandit leader chuckled maliciously as her guard dropped, her staff lowering in surprise, and his hand snaked in to grab one firm breast, supple yet still perky, even without any support underneath her kimono. Taiji cried out again, and the older man grinned, showing yellowed teeth.

"Mmm... she's pretty big, boys. I think this one's quite a prize." After a few more rough squeezes of her sweet breast, her assailant stepped in, knocking aside her staff and stepping on it, and as humiliating, mocking laughter filled her ears, the four men began to bear her down to the ground--

And then they were suddenly all gone.

First, the leader of the bandits suddenly spiralled to the side, landing headfirst into a tree. He slumped and didn't move. The second was suddenly launched backward, flipping head over heels before landing sprawled in the dewy grass. The third and fourth barely had a chance to blink before their heads were smacked together rather abruptly and they were both tossed in opposite directions.

Taiji herself could only draw in a single breath before she found a new figure standing above her, and a hand being offered down to help her up.

He was extremely beautiful -- or was he extremely handsome? The young man, eighteen at the most by the look of him, seemed at the crux between boyhood and manhood, and radiated what seemed to be a perfect synthesis between the two. His eyes and face were soft and clear, but his jaw was set and strong, and his frame was tall and broad and very well-muscled for his apparent age. His eyes were a dark hazel, his skin was a light bronze, and his hair was a strange dark purple, cut short enough to spike up in the front and left slightly longer, although not very long, in the back. He wore a simple long tunic and hakama of suede and linen and rough leather boots, and he looked somewhat dirty from travelling -- but his eyes shined with a bright passion yet somehow simultaneously seemed strong and controlled, and his wide smile was true and genuine, like one of a child's.

"Miss, are you alright?" the strange youth asked, and his voice was soft, yet mature, like sweet dark honey.

"Yes," Taiji replied, smiling back rather shakily as she allowed him to help her to her feet. However, she had only barely found her balance before the young man suddenly turned to face a bandit charging at him with an axe drawn. The purple-haired youth quirked a slight frown as he raised an eyebrow reprovingly.

"You were mistaken, sir," he said, still sounding calm, as though he didn't quite realize someone was trying to kill him. "Desire is not the same as true passion."

Outward block, punch, brush, back knuckle, kick, kick, kick, kick.

The axe handle was broken in twain and the bandit was now lying unconscious on the ground. It had only taken three or four seconds.

"You must be like the Tiger," continued the young man, sounding oblivious to the fact that he was in the middle of a battle. The two bandits whose heads he had knocked together had finally managed to regain their wits and were now charging again. "Hmm," he said, his eyes narrowing suddenly as he glanced down to the ground thoughtfully, "the Tiger? Or should it be the Crane, this time?"

The bandits reached him, and Taiji didn't even see him look up when he reacted, moving by reflex.

Block, block, step, brush, punch, back elbow -- they were both doubled over, now -- hammer blow, hammer blow, turn, axe kick, crescent kick. His legs and posture seemed to flow from stance to stance without thoughts needing to command them. The bandits were both out cold in an instant.

"Huh," the young man continued, his eyes wide in a rather cute display of surprise as he tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I guess both Tiger and Crane work."

The beautiful young priestess, holding onto her staff tightly, approached the purple-haired young man tenatively, her eyes wide. "Who... who are you, sir?"

He turned his head, and his eyes and smile were bright with his spirit.

"Call me Ki."

<< --- >> Today... << --- >>

Ki whistled a tune cheerfully, the soft vibrato mimicking birdsong, as he hefted the light pack onto his shoulders, adjusting the weight as he continued down the long path. He had enjoyed the travel on the ship to the new continent very much, and the sailors had appreciated his help too, but he still loved being in the forest. There were many fish in the sea, but they were harder to see and hear than the animals in the forest, and it was nice to see and hear the animals. At least, that was how Ki felt. But Ki always loved being where he was, no matter where he was. Whether or not he was happy or sad, he couldn't remember a time when he hadn't loved what he was doing, and felt both passionate and in complete control of himself.

But, then again, he couldn't remember very much at all.

Still, he remembered how to fight. And he remembered how to focus. And he remembered how to read, and how to write, and how to teach, and how to learn, and somehow he instinctively knew how people's bodies worked and what plants were good and what plants just looked dangerous. He could just feel it. Maybe they were old memories that had become instincts, or maybe he just had great instincts, or maybe both. Either way, he only did what felt right. Not what felt good, but what felt right. After all, carrying Taiji's pack didn't really feel good, but he did it anyway. Of course, it didn't really feel bad either, now that he thought about it. But he didn't really do a lot of thinking, not really. Thinking was best reserved for when it was necessary to analyze something. When it wasn't, and when introspection wasn't necessary, it was better to just be practical and creative and in control. At least, that was how Ki felt.

And now they were on the way to the Capitol. What fun! Had he ever been there? Well, maybe he would remember something... not that it particularly mattered. Maybe he would meet some more beautiful girls like Taiji... not that it particularly mattered either. Still, Ki would be useful wherever he was -- he knew that much. Not that that mattered, in the grand scheme of things. But who thought about the grand scheme of things?

Well, Taiji did.

"And so I must do whatever it takes to secure the future of the spirits and our planet," she was saying. Ki was also listening intently. He could do a lot of things at once, he had found. She really seemed to believe in what she was saying. Ki didn't know if he really had any beliefs -- he just did what felt right with his passion and his will. But he wasn't about to pass judgment on Taiji's beliefs. Instead, he just listened, gaze shifting from the path to the lovely girl's face and back and forth from time to time. "Even if it requires marrying the new King -- if he finds me suitable, of course -- pr even becoming a mere concubine, I will convince him that it is necessary for him to tell Naitosho to keep Maiki safe. I know, of course, that Naitosho is a very powerful country, and politics are not so simple. I know he cannot simply order Naitosho around, and that if they reject him, there should not be war for my sake. But... I hope somehow I can convince him, and through him the rulers of Naitosho, of the power of the spirits."

"I'm sure you can do it," said Ki encouragingly, his deep voice strong and soft and sweet and yet somehow boyish as well. Perhaps his childlike attitude attributed to that, belying his masculine body. "I'll do whatever you need."

After all... he had nothing better to do.

The two of them continued down the beaten path. The main road could not be too far, and then, soon, they would be on their way to the Capitol.

 

[msboy8]

Jakarta Patchwork

Jackarta (Jack) wearily rode his borrowed horse towards the Capitol. Another hour and he would be sleeping in the Knight's quarters. News of his mission could wait until morning. He looked down at his borrowed steed. This would be a good horse to own, he thought. All Jackarta owned was his armor and his weaponry, really that was all he needed.

The horse suddenly shied, it had heard something ahead. Jakarta pulled his sword as quiently as he could, then the highwaymen were upon him. They were three, nasty looking louts with clubs and drawn daggars. Two in front of him, one behind. He spurred the horse forward, it bulling into one highwayman, while he cut the other down. He spun the horse around to tackle the third man. Like the coward he was, he had hidden and run away.

Strange for highwaymen to be this close to the Capitol, he mused. Jakarta dismounted and examined the two downed highwaymen. He had split the one from gullet to gizzard, the other had a broken neck courtesy of the horse. Too bad, Jakarta thought, no prisoners to gain information from. And why had they attacked him? Any could see he was a poor Knight and any booty gained was not worth the risk.

Had this something to do with his mission? Maybe the King would know, it still did not necessitate waking up the King in the middle of the night. This information could also wait.

 

[poohlive]

Torr took a seat on one of the outer benches of the bar, a simple nod ordering a drink for himself. He was bloody and beaten, scars both fresh and old criss crossed his arms and legs. Some minor scrapes that refused to heal, other deep gashes which look like some dragon had used him as a playtoy and then forgot about him.
He let an axe fall to his side, big double bladed weapon, that looked as sharp as it was bloody. Just the very razor edge was all that twinkled in the sunlight, the rest was lost in a sea of blood that didn't look to be the stranger's own.
A shield fell next to it, large and had as many dings and scratches as Torr himself. A faded picture was on the shield, a herald from long ago, an old king that fell in Falconia, before the roc riders. Little knew of that though, especially the commoners. One would have to be a learned individual, or a knight of ole to understand just who this was, or why he had that shield.
He wore old chainmail, all pieced together. Holes, small and torn littered the armor. It had once been so proud and so beautiful, now, it barely held off the blows that would come to him.
"Holy... holy shit." Someone came in, white as a ghost, as Torr drank his ale, some of it dripping on his untrimmed beard.
"They're dead. Fucking shit, all three of them. They are dead."
A few eyes went back to Torr, but most of them, the smarter ones, found their drinks very interested at that point in time.
The bloody and tired champion raised his glass, to those he had conquered, and the ones left to come... and to that one day when one would finally come, stronger, faster, a little more quick, and take him to Spira's awaiting arms.
One of his arms was bleeding bad, that little shit with the daggr had gotten him but good. He had one down in a heartbeat, but the small one was fast, and lithe, while the other just refused to go down on the first hit. The wound stung as it breathed the cold bar air, and blood seeped out of open skin and flesh.
He gave it a look, poured some ale over it, and went back to drinking.
Blood and beer dripped down to the sawdust floor.
"Sir," The bartender said, giving him another glass, "I'd appreciate it if you left as soon as you could. Killing ain't good business."
Torr nodded, he understood, "Just another drink, I'll leave ya be."
"Aye, sir."
Left to wander, pick fights that weren't his own, and try to find that one which would ultimately take him. He had died when his king fell, and his kingdom lay in ruins. Now, he was just a champion, without a home.

 

[RoneLith]

~Six months Ealier~

Rain sat down in the chair next to his fathers bed. His fathers face still held the same glint of life it always had whenever he saw him. Still inspite of that Rain knew his father lay dying and soon perhaps within the night he would finally be reuinted with the woman he loves, Rain's mother. Grey hair once deep black, hung unkempt around his face and his eyes seemed to tiered to stay awake. The illness had infact been most kind to him he still retained much of his old strength and mind, perhaps because he had always been strong for others finally someone else was being strong for him. Rain said a silent prayer to the Phoenix in thanks.

Rain looked much like his father exepct for the fact of his fire red hair hanging just above his shoulders and golden eyes. A mark of the Phoneix had made him, in the eyes of his fellow knights, truly blessed. He was still growing just reach six foot four inches and about two hundred fifty pounds. A man of equal muscle and speed. His skill with the sword was amasing since only one in the whole ranks of the knights had been able to beat him in even combat. His brother, Dorian. ((OOC: Dorian will only be mentioned never played as a character for this story.))
It had been a long time since he had seen his twin brother. His brother was an exact duplicate of his father save for the fact that he chose to have his black hair long to his back. Truly he did miss him.

His father looked at him and smiled, he knew that when his father looked at his son he was seeing both him and his mother.

"Rain my son," his voice rasped and quite.

"Yes father, I am here." Rain replied keeping a low voice, seeing no need to speak loudly.

"My son...it is time to tell you something that has been kept secret from you for all these years."

Unsure of what he meant Rain kept silent and waited. "You are more than human my son. So was your mother..." he paused as if considering his next words. "I told you that your mother died giving birth to you, I lied. Your mother cannot die, she asscended to the home of the gods many years ago."

"What do you mean father," Rain asked. "My mother is a god?" He scoffed at the idea, it was impossible.

"No, your mother is the goddess. She was born Ruhtra Spiradonious, I married her and she became Ruhtra Spiradonious Walker. Soon afterword we faught a terrible battle against an old enemy calling himself Uchantus Grey, he had given over his very soul to the evil powers in this world to become the knig of all deamons. Your mother and I faught him with every ounce of our being, nearly becomming deamons ourselvs," he coughed and a tear sqeazed out his eyes. "Until one crutial moment when I thought I was dead, she took the power that was offered to her. The six gods knew they needed someone to have an objective look to things and act as a controller to themselves, they noticed Ruhtra's love for all liveing things and her need to save all life. They each gave apart of themselves to her and she became Ruhtra Magick Spiradonious." He let the revelation sink in his son's mind, trying to grasp what he had just been told. "She faught and sealed the deamon within a sword. The same sword your brother now carries."

Rain's eyes shot up at his father angry at what he had just heard. Looking at his form he knew his anger would melt, there had been nothing they could do this was the truth. His mother was a the Goddess and his brother was now possessed by the very deamon she sealed away. "Why did you hide this from me?" he asked the anger now gone, replaced with saddness.

"I was afraid," he said after a long silence.

"Of what?"

"Of just saying it, afraid that you might try to find the sword and attempt to destroy the deamon, afraid for you and your brother."

"Is Dorian?"

"No, he is not her son. He is from an arranged marrige that I took to help my kingdom. He had no idea, though I am sure he knows now." His father pointed to a chest in the corner, though he had been in this room many times in his life he had never noticed it. "In that chest is the journal of my entire life and my sword that your mother used to fight the deamon, it is the first Phoenix blade ever created. Adele, named after the Phoenix that gave her life to create it. Master it and nothing can beat you."

Rain looked at his father, what would be his last time, and walked to the chest. As if on cue the chest opened as he touched the lid. He picked up the book inside and opend the cover.

'Rain,
You now read this, which means I have returned to your mother. I hope you can forgive me from keeping these secrets from you. Please read these words carefully and become the king I know you will be.
Your father,
Darious Walker

Rain turned back to his father and looked at his now lifeless form..."Thank you for telling me," he said before he broke down, clutching the book to his chest and falling in sobs to his knees. "Goodbye father, May the Phoenix guide your soul safely."

 

[Steiner]

Reyner Drucal sighed as he waited outside the heavy wooden door leading to the King's death room. The healer's had been most explicit when they left to give His Majesty time with his son, Rain, they wouldn't be needed again. The King's time had come.

The death of his King and friend was leaving Reyner very aware of his own advancing years. Although he'd always been a strong man, and although a life of campaigning had kept him fit and healthy, he was aware that the jet of his hair and beard were peppered with gray now, and that the respect given him by the young Knights was more to do with his wisdom and reputation than his physical prowess these days.

Low voices muttered from behind the closed door and Reyner knew that soon he would hear only one voice. Then it would be time. Reyner didn't think for a second that Rain's succession would be challenged - but the Phoenix Knights were on alert, and a full Regiment of his own men of the Royal Army were also on standby. In time, Reyner knew, Rain would make a fine king - but he was still young and inexperienced, perhaps some clandestine rebel with an axe to grind would try to change the status quo.

Out of deference to the Kings wishes, Reyner was dressed not in the armour that he'd customarily worn as a General, but in the sober cloth of a courtier in mourning. His outfit, although a little severe by court standards, was well made and well fitting - but it wouldn't stop a crossbow, or a sword thrust and it had no countermagic to it either. The chain of his office was worn around his neck - the King had said nothing when he saw that Reyner had accepted the role of Rain's counsellor and advisor, but he had gripped both of his forearms tightly as had been their custom in youth.

Youth. There was the rub - it didn't seem five weeks since Reyner had been stabilising the Empire with the King, living out of the saddle and earning a name as the top strategist in the world. Now he was mourning the death of his old friend in preparation to finishing his son's education as monarch. And then retirement? Reyner knew he'd never command an army in the field again - there was a fine crop of young Commanders to succeed him, after all he'd trained them himself! But what was he to do when Rain gained enough confidence to hold the tiller of state himself? Reyner had money and lands enough, but he'd dedicated no attention or time to a life outside the Kings service, he had no family, no close friends. Then a chill passed through him and he felt the Kings passing - as all Phoenix Knights would. Outside in the courtyard a mournful bugle told the rest of the castle the sorrowful tale. Inside the room, he was sure, Rain's heart had just broken.

 

[RoneLith]

Rain gathered himself together and stood to his full height. He knew now what was to be expected of him, his destiny clear. He had always known this day would come, the day when he would become King.

Slowly he crossed to the balchoney carring the journal with him. He looked out across the vast city of Fireburg, named for the fact that at on any given night one can see the red glow from the tower of Spira off in the distence. He cast his gaze down to the main courtyard, normally a place of activity and training, now the Knights every last one stationed at the palace kneeled with there sword drawn infrount of them. Their heads bowed as they mourned the loss of their King. Each of them felt the stab of death Darious had personally taken the time to talk to every man or woman that had been Knighted. That fact had placed him forever in their hearts as more than their King, he almost felt like a good friend, someone they could come to and confide in.

"Apart of each Knight dies, but is reborn when their King falls," he heared a ladies voice from behind. Quickly he spun around ready to destroy anything that would dishonor this sacred room.

"Who speaks!" he called.

A face that looked to beatiful to be real appeared from the shadows, follwed by a figure to perfect to be described. Milky white flawless skin covered by a shimmering white robe. Golden hair hung low to her back in waves and gentle green eyes held the universe. He knew who this was, his mother Ruhtra. His guard melted and he fell to his kness before her ashamed that he would have struck something so perfect, let alone his own mother. Gently she walked forward and touched his cheek, his heart stopped a beat at the delicate power of her hand.

"My boy," she said nearly choking on her own words with tears. "What a fine man you have become. So much like your father."

Rain couldn't speak, didn't want to speak, afraid that one word would send her touch away. He remembered he shouted a moment ago guards would be comming.

"Do not worry, no one will bother us," she said reading his mind. "This time is just for us. I wanted you to know that your father and I will be watching you. The journal in your hands will be something that can help you as you grow older. After you have finished reading your fathers story it will allow you to write your own. Use it as your father did and write your story. You can also ask a question of the book and your father or I shall answer you." She paused as she stepped closer pulling his head to her belly. "You have many friends my boy, they will all help you in these next few monthes. The time will come, however, when you cannot rely on others anymore but only yourself. Take heed of advice but remember it is still your choice to make."

"What..." was all Rain dared speak.

"You will find out in time my boy. Now stand up."

Rain, though it felt so wonderful holding her did as he was told and stood. He towered over his mother a full two feet taller. She smiled at him, such a gentle smile one that would hold the warmpth of a thousand fires. "So much like your father." Her head tilted back remembering. She smiled again, but more of an inward smile. Slowly she looked back at him and gently took his hand. Walking him over to the chest.

"Adele," she called to the sword. Slowly it rose from the chest, it was as tall as Rain. He wondered how she could even lift it let alone use it. The sword settled gently in her hand and she removed the scabbard revealing the truth of the weapon. Steel that had been turned to match the firery brillance of a Phoenix in flight. He did not know if it was by magickal means or if it was the essence of Adele herself in the blade. It was true that all Phoenix blades did have a hue that matched fire but on this sword the entire blade looked like the wing of a Phoenix. She ran her hand down the blade he could hear the sword vibrate as if it was purring from just her touch. Rain understood that part, when she was touching him he could have purred just like a kitten.

"Adele is a living sword, she breathes, feeds, has feelings, grows tired. Her power is extrodinary, any one who can gain the complete trust of Adele shall be connected with the sword as long as the blade is intact, only then can wielder and sword die. I have no doubt that you can gain Adele's trust, just as I have. She will listen and help you but before she can trust you she must know you. This is a rather large task that has been set before you, if you feel up to it." She placed the sword back into the scabbard and held it before him. "To accept this is to accept another life into yours. Both you and sword must trust each other and know what one another is thinking, will you accept?"

Rain looked at the handle wondering what he should do. How could he earn the trust of a sword, even a living sword. He would try however, and he would try as hard as he possible could if only to see his mother smile one more time. Slowly he reached for the handle and took it in his hand.

'I am Adele Stormwing, I am pleased to meet you Rain Walker.'

"I am pleased to meet you as well," he said. He looked around, the room now empty only the sword, book and his fathers form. Did he really see her? Was his mother really here? In his heart he knew the answer.

She had always been with him.

 

[Steiner]

When he'd given Rain all the time that they could allow the boy Reyner rapped on the heavy door and then walked in. The boy looked, different, than he'd expected. There was sorrow, but also a measure of wonder and love that he'd not expected.

He waited for Rain's eyes to meet his as he entered and then nodded to the boy, man to man, before he performed the duty that would secure Rain in his place as King.

"The King is dead... Reyner's voice broke and he cursed himself for his weakness "The King is dead. Long live the King"

There. It was done, now an official of the realm had accepted Rain on behalf of the realm, and the succession was effectively complete. There would still be a ceremony of coronation, but from this point on, all power was vested solely in Rain, as it had been in his father before him.

"My liege, the people and armies of the Empire are yours to command." he said, completing the ritual by dropping to one knee.

 

[Angelus]

As the man stood there the dying sun gleamed off his armor, making it hard to look at him. He looked around with disgust as this battle did not need to happen. His army had their opponents out numbered four to one and still they had been stupid enough to battle. He had lead his men into battle from the head of the knights and had killed his share of men and women but he felt no joy in it- there was no joy in killing anyone.

He took off his helmet and held it under his arm as he walked down the hillside towards the battlefield and felt an instant sadness. There had been no need for this bloodshed but his king had asked it of him and he had done what he had been ordered to do- he had never disobeyed his king. Just then he heard the sound of someone running towards him and he turned to see one of his men coming his way.

As soon as the person was close enough he stopped and saluted the man.
"General. We have just received a message from the capitol. The king is very ill- he is very close to death."
The man's eyes widened at this news and he walked past the man straight towards where his camp was, to where his tent was.

As soon as he entered the tent everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
"I am going to the capitol. The news I have just received is grave. I must leave now."

"But Isaiah- general. There is no way that we could move an army of such great numbers in such a short amount of time."

"Listen to me Thomas. I did not say that the entire army is going to the capitol. Just me."

 

[RoneLith]

He watched as his fathers life long friend kneeled before him, acclaming him King. A man he had looked up to as a child who had helped train him in the art of warfare. He had come to trust him completely. Rain could not fault his loyalty and wisdom a battle hardened man who would accomplish any mission set before him, never once faultering in the face of unsurmountable odds.

"Rise Reyner," He said his voice still held the hurt from the loss of his father. "I have known you since I was a boy, I have always looked up to you. I need your help." He paused visibly shaking as he realized he was about to give his first order as King. .'No,' he thought, 'not an order.' He could not order Reyner, who was he to order the greatest general in his father's army? He was just a boy both mentally and physically compared to him, he could not order him. In fact he felt as if he could not order anyone but where he could not order perhaps asking would be better suited.

"I ask that you help me," he still shook from fear and doubt about his abilities. "I don't know what to do." He bowed his head feeling heartbroken, afraid he had already let his father down.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Taelyn had been pacing the length of her chambers for hours waiting for someone, anyone to bring her news of her father's condition.
She was frustrated, but she'd had her time by her father's side, it was only right to allow her brother time to converse with him privately.
But for the past few hours the castle had been quiet.
As if everyone was holding their communal breath in time.
It was almost as if time had stopped.

And then a knock sounded on the door.
"Come," she beckoned, "not caring who was calling, just hoping that they would have news of her father.
One of her ladies entered and curtsied.
"Forget formalities, Iliza," she blurted out, "have you news of my father?"
The girl only nodded.
Taelyn had a rather short temper, and in such stressful times her fuse was even shorter then normal.
"Well then, spit it out!"
The girl didn't flinch, she was used to these sort of outbursts, she knew the Lady meant well, her social skills were just....lacking for a lady of her station.
"M'Lady...your father, the King.." she paused, "he's passed on."
The princess' ivory skin flushed scarlet. It was easier for her to cope with grief through anger.
So she did what she felt she should do, she promptly picked up an expensive vase from the mantle and threw it against the wall.
Iliza stood there for a moment, stunned, then curstied and quickly exited the room.

Once she was alone Taelyn finally allowed the grief to sweep over her and she collapsed to the floor, cushioned by a pool of skirts, and she sobbed.

 

[msboy8]

Jakarta Patchwork

Jakarta arrived at the Knights quarters after Midnight. He returned the horse to the stable and gave the reins to the groom on-duty. He would wipe down and put the horse to bed.

Jakarta had felt the death of the King on his way in. He would have to make his report to the new King in the morning. He got undressed and got into his bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

 

[Steiner]

Reyner heard the note of indecision and rose to his feet.

"The first thing you're going to do, Rain, is take that look of fear from your face and harden your voice. I know it's hard on you, I know you want to hide from the world right now and take the time to come to terms with your grief, but there is no time. Princes can grieve, but Kings can only mourn."

Letting his face soften a little, Reyner placed his hand on the boys arm.

"You won't be alone, you know. Your fathers advisors have all pledged to serve you until you feel ready to make your own appointments to the council. The army is loyal to you, and the Knights know you as one of their own. Between us all, we won't let you trip."

He squeezed gently for encouragment and then, because he had tutored this man as a child, he couldn't help but slip back into the old role of teacher.

"Now. You have knights in this castle who are feeling that they have lost their father too. You should show yourself to them and share in their grief. Let them see, too, that you are in control and that your orders come from you - not from me. You will have much to do in the coming days, Rain, you must put an early end to schemes and power plays by taking power and by exercising it until it becomes as easy to wield as your blade.

Seeing the look of comprehension come over Rain's face, Reyner resumed his kneeling posture as if he had never stood.

"Your Majesty, I am yours to command."

 

[RoneLith]

Full of tears

Rain awoke the next morning with still a heavy heart. He had sent orders to call all Knights stationed in the castle and city to meet on the main plateu behind the castle. (The castle is set on a high plateu with the city beneath it. The entire area is set up as a fortress built into the side of a mountain. Many paths and caves can hide artiliery, men, anything. A long single stair case is visually the only way inside the castle proper. At about 500' intervals the Knights have built a series of walls and battlements. There are two of these before the main wall protecting the castle proper. The knights have adapated a pully and cable system using elvish rope purchased from the elves in the forest far to the north. They use this system to bring up supplies. Mainly however the pully and cable system is used to send men down to the lower levels if under attack. Because of this system an invading army has never breached the lower wall. Each wall also has a long flat path behind it that leads to the next stair, a perfect place to set up a charge of heavy war horse. Behind the castle is the rest of the plateu spanning about 100' in each direction. At each end is a sheer drop onto nasty pointy rocks. Since there horses are useally stationed in the plateu itself many are trained on the top to get them used to heights and an elite group of knights known as Cliff Riders, uses this area to practice their techniqes combining magic, horse and man into something that can scale walls of any kind.)

He stood in front of his men now wearing simple clothing, a rust colored shirt and brown pants. His father's sword, Adele, strapped to his back. Looking out among his men he could see the pain in their eyes, each of them had loved his father some of them probably considered his father as their own. None of them could truly realize what it meant to be his son. He looked back to Reyner and found encouragement in his steady gaze. He had forgotten that he and his father had been the closest of friends, secretly he hoped that he would never have to go through what Reyner is but in his heart, however, he knew it would not be. His sister, ever the knight, stood with the men at the front waiting for her brother to speak. His fathers advisors had pointed out that something must be said, confirming what Reyner had said last night. His father had said that when death came to him he wished to be burned atop the plateu directly on the edge, so he may look apon his kingdom one last time as he departed for the next world. A pire had been set up at the time when it was known his father would not be getting better. His body was to be carried through the men and placed on the pire. There, each Knight would be allowed to say their final words of prayer. Rain would say the final prayer and had requested he be the one to light the fire. More than that, however, Adele had asked him too send her old companions body to the heavans. He looked to Reyner again and a short nod told him he had wasted enough time. He must now truly take his position as King.

"My Knights," he began slowly. "All of you knew my father in one way or another. Some of you called him King, others as their man before god. There are those of you that considered him as a father figure," a tear strolled down his cheak, gently trying to stay hidden. "One thing is clear, to serve under my father to be one of his knights ment he is forever your friend. All of you would have taken my fathers place on his death bed, and all of you would have given there lives so he would live." The look on there faces told him his statement was true. "My father," he paused as more tears rolled down, now in streams no longer hidden. "My father," now sobbing openly as he knew the truth of his next words. He could barely make the words come out, he took a moment and straighted himself, he would be strong. "He would have done the same for each and everyone of you!"

Open weepping could be heard from many of the knights, everyone was either crying openly or inwardly, each and every pair of eyes on him full of tears. He gathered himself again and waited for his knights to do the same. "Let he who hath fallen, be taken, through his men and be set to flame so that all," he nearly chocked on the words. "So that all know this King, this friend, this man before god and this father, was one who never at any moment thought himself above those that served him."

The great king's body arose from a trap door hidden in the stage. A small spell had been placed on the platform allowing it to float and be moved easily. His father's body had been placed in his armor. His armor would not scorch or be damaged in anyway by the flames, once cooled it would be set up to mark the spot of the great king's pire. Rain took hold of the platform and walked with it down the stage. One of his generals gave the singnal and the Knights as one parted creating a long pathway between them. Stretching to the pire, it was no more wide enough to let none walk beside the king. "Who among you will help?" Each and every Knight placed there fist to there heart. All would help.

Rain passed the platform between the row of knights as each of them passed from hand to hand. Rain walked behind tears comming again as we watched the pire grow closer. With Reyner and his sister walking behind he drew on them for support.

They reached the pire a few minutes later and Rain took his position, placeing his father atop.

He drew Adele, which flared a miriad of colors and turned to his men. "This is Adele, the first Blade of the Phoenix. She gave her very essence to this sword. Her and my father faught many battles together it is both of their wishes that I be given this sword. Adele has asked that she be the spark to send our King, our father to the next world." He turned and placed the sword apon the tinder. Adele flarred brillantly to life and instanly the fire grew outward into the pire, consumming the wood and body. His armor glowed and shinned, a beacon of hope to all who see it.

 

[Steiner]

Reyner watched as the King carried out his last duty to his father. a lump in his throat for the boy who must be a man now. Rain's speech was simple and emotional, he used the opportunity to eulogise his father, rather than stress the ties to his family that each knight had, and Reyner respected him for that. For not allowing politics to cloud this day.

As the burning blade touched the funerary pyre, Reyner saw the floods of tears openly standing on many mens faces, but knew his own face was frozen, immobile, his tears unshed. "Goodbye, old friend."

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Taelyn stood silently behind her brother. Her features unmoving as the funeral pyre began to burn.
Her father moved on to a better life...
But inside a part of her died with him. It had always been her father who had encouraged her to be her best.
Even through her tantrums and failures he had stood by her, though they'd grown apart in the last year of his life, it had been her own fault.
She couldn't bear to watch such a strong, noble man suffer....so she'd kept her distance.
Taking missions that would keep her outside the castle walls, but not far enough away so she could make it back to his side at a moments notice.
She loved him so much....and now he was gone...
Her eyes moved from her father's burning remains to the noble, yet she could sense the deep sorrow that consumed him.
He had quite a burden to bear.
It wasn't easy to be King...

 

[RoneLith]

~Six monthes later~(Presant day)

Rain stood before his fathers armor looking out across the valley behind the plateu. Nestled between the Cresant mountain range, named for the shape when veiwed from above. No one had ever named this valley before, it had always been called simply The Valley, or the hidden valley since you could not tell it was there when looking at the castle from the front. Not too long of a time after his father's funeral did the unamed valley became to be known as King's Gift. Durring the funeral his father's armor flared to life and sent out shards of magic light into the valley. From every angle and veiw an emblem of the phoenix glowed brightly over the tall grass. As the fire died so did the light, multicolored flowers seemed to grow over night mimicing the same emblem that had burned over. The magic in the armor had left that night now it was nothing more than plates of folded metal, yet even after six monthes it still held no rust or tarnish.

He looked down the plateu with still young eyes but a carefull looker could see that a hard glare was developing. He had come to his post gradually, everyone of his knights letting him come to grips with it slowly and carefully. Now, accroding to his advisors and his men anyway, it was time to find a wife.

'A marrige will certainly brighten up the men's spirits,' one of his advisors had said.

He didn't really want to get married, and refused to have it as an arranged marrige. If he were to marry it would be someone he truly cared for. It did not matter who it would turn out to be. Common, Knight, princess he felt as long as she had the heart and the love to be with him and he returned the feeling in kind it would make for a much better life. Many of the more proud nobles in his kingdom scoffed at the idea and had pushed them for an arranged marrige, most with their own daughters. That had all ceased about a week ago when he reminded them that, "At one time, most of you were just common too, and that many of the Knights in service to the Phoenix were just as well."

Since an arranged marrige was out of the question his men had asked if they could have a ceremony in which he would look and choose the woman he would like to spend the rest of his days with. Any woman in the kingdom would be allowed to attend and many princesses had been invited from neighboring kingdoms and far off lands.

The amont of people gathering outside the lower wall looked to be a brightly colored army of young women and their fathers.

Rain knew he should not have agreed to this.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Taelyn rode across the grassy plains at full gallop, her long red hair had come loose from it's braid and flowed behind her like a banner in the wind.
Riding was one of the few things that made her feel truly alive...

It had been six months since the death of her father, six months since Rain had assumed control of the throne and of the Knights.
She just tried her hardest to stay busy, between her brother's new responsibilities and her own the two had rarely seen each other or even spoken since their father's funeral.

However, she'd found comfort in other things....

She rode on, slowing her pace just a bit as she neared the edge of the forest. It was dark inside the wood, full of danger....excitement...she shivered, then urged her horse onwards...

 

[Steiner]

In the six months since the King's death Reyner (or Lord Ironfist as he was now called in the castle) had been able to lose himself in work. Although Rain was a quick study and had shaped up into a capable King there had still been plenty of work after his accession - enough for even a workaholic like Reyner.

Now though, things had quietened down somewhat and he was coming to terms with the fact that other than his work he'd really put down no roots in the capital worth speaking of. Reyner had always enjoyed the rough comradeship between soldiers and enough of the officers and men had been female that he'd never been short of company before. But now most of the friends he'd made in his career were either dead or had settled down and got married - a point that a comrade of his had made in no uncertain terms last night.

At first Reyner had shrugged it off - with the Kings search for a wife underway just about every unmarried couple in the kingdom were considering tying the knot, but he had to admit that there was more to it than that.

Luckily he could afford to put such ideas aside for awhile. The Kings marriage would no doubt put a strain on the boy, and the staff here too. Reyner absent mindedly tapped the scroll against his thigh as he climbed the last stairs, still moving with a grace and speed more common in the young. The scroll was a letter from the commander of the Knights garrison here to Reyner. The two men were old shield brothers, and so he'd written to Reyner for advice on how to handle the Kings sister. Again and again she was volunteering for dangerous missions and special duties - always above and beyond the call of duty, and always especially hazardous. The Knight Commander was worried about losing her one of these days, and Reyner was going to carefully broach the subject with Rain tonight.

 

[poohlive]

The Lord of Dreghul didn't look like much. He had a pot belly, belding head, which he his under some extravagent feathered hat, and tired features that made him look older than he really was.
His daughter was no prize either. She had a fair beauty, some peasent kindness too her, but Torr didn't give her a second look. He hadn't given many women a second look though. It just wasn't in his job description.
A part of him was happy though. He had become a champion again. This lord and his wife, on their way to some sort of wedding nuptial or proposal or something in the allied lands, had taken him on as more of a bodyguard than anything else. It was tough grueling work, but it was at least a part of his old life again.
Torr had found something to put together. His axe, now cleaned and freshly sharpened, glinted off the afternoon sun, as well as his armor. Since being in service, he had gotten cleaned up, shaved, his armor polished and looking sparkling new. Except for the amarous array of dings and dents, one would think it was all new attire for the young man.
Torr walked alongside the slow moving coach as it made its way out of the forest. The city before them lay open and welcome, as did the castle above it. They had made it through the perilous passage, with little more than a few dead cut throats in their wake.
"Hail, who goes there?"
Torr grumbled, remembering the lines he was supposed to say, "Lord Dreghul of Windhole has come from afar with his daughter Melina to ask for accompaniment with the king."
"Aye, aye, get a going then."
This was humiliating work, something beneath both him and his skills, but for all of his untapped worth, Torr was meant to serve. He could think no other way, or wanted to. Melina and Lord Dreghul offered service, and he had no other choice than to obey.
His head lowered, and a sigh crested on his lips, Torr followed the guard up into the city.

 

[msboy8]

Jakarta Patchwork

Jakarta rose at dawn, choked down some breakfast and got ready to see the King. The news he had was important, along with the reception he got when he was almost to the Capitol.

Jakarta presented himself to Lord Ironfist. He was aware of Jakarta's mission and led him in to see the king. Jakarta bowed low and began his report. "Your Majesty, I bring news from the southern coast. The raiders are getting braver and the villages along the coast, even those somewhat inland are in jeopardy." He went on to add about the attack on his person and indicated that the two might be linked.

Jakarta waited for Rain's instructions to him.

 

[RoneLith]

Rain sighed as he knew what it meant to open the door he now stood before. Once again he would be bombarded with requestes for an audience among other things. Once again all the troubles that seemed to melt away outside the palace proper would return the moment he set one foot inside. So now he stood looking at the closed door that led into the kitchens. Rain found he had been spending quite sometime in the kitchen, finding peace in the fact that he was not the one giving the orders. He had even offered to help once but the master cook, a man who had always given him a sweet honey roll when he was a child, had argued that it would not be good for his crew to watch as their King did kitchen work. He had felt that it might make him seem more in touch with the common worker and he sincerly wanted to help but in the end the cook had convinced him not to help.

As he reached for the handle ready to face what lay ahead he heard the laughter of childern as a small leather ball came rolling around the corner. A small girl, no more than five or so quickly ran after it. She stopped as she scooped up the ball in her tiny arms and looked at Rain. He smiled at the girl and remembered how dirtty he had gotten at her age. Her curled blonde hair was tangled and looked nearly unmanageable, bright blue eyes stared up at him.

"Hi," she said setting the ball down. "Why are standing outside?"

"I like the outside," Rain answered. "Don't you?"

She nodded and kicked the ball to him. He aim was true and it stopped at his feet. "What's your name?"

"My name is Rain miss," He bowed to her with a smile. "What is the name of such a lovely lady?"

She did her best to curtsy, it was awkward and horriblely cute. "My name is Su'ria. It was my grandmother's name she's uhm elvish." Now that she had mentioned it she did have a elvish quality to her. "Are you the King?"

Rain chuckled and picked up the ball. "Yes I am milady."

"Are you going to marry my sister?"

"What?"

She walked up to him, her eyes bright with innocence. "Mommy says that you are going to get married and that hopefully you will pick my sister."

Rain kneeled down and handed the ball to her. "Well maybe, I don't know yet." Rain leaned in closer. "I'll tell you a secret."

Her eyes grew brighter and leaned in next to him. "What is it?" She wispered.

"If I am still availible when you get older, I'll marry you."

She gasped and looked at him. "You mean it?" She exclaimed.

"Yep, you're very special, I can tell." She nodded and looked behind him as the door opened.

"Who are they?" she asked. Rain didn't even have to turn his head to know who was behind him. Reyner commanding presence and distinctive smell announced his arrival about ten seconds ago.

"Just a silly old man with a beard and probably someone who needs to speak to me."

She looked at Reyner and Jakarta and grinned. "Yeah, he looks silly too!" She made a face by sticking her tounge out at them and giggled. "I have to go now huh."

"Yes, I am afraid you do. I am sure your mommy must be worried."

"Yeah, I sup'ose." She dropped the ball and gave Rain a hug. Quickly she scooped up the ball and looked a Reyner and Jakarta. "He said he'd marry me when i got older so don't you guys get him to choose anyone else, or I'll kick you!" With another showing of her tounge she ran off, laughing.

"Adorable girl." Rain stood up and turned to face Reyner who's glare whipped the smile off of his face. It was time to get back to work. "What is it?" Rain listend as Jakarta explained the situation to him.

This was troubleing news, the majoreity of his fleet was stationed far to the west and would not be able to help for sometime. Undoubtedly the reason for this renewed attack on them. However, his flagship fleet, The Ironside was should be returning from the Twin Isles and would be at the southern ports in a couple of days. He knew that Captian and that ship would easily be able to defend those waters. He just needed to get a message to him. It would have to be by magical means.

"Jakarta, take a message to Logan Shale ((Palace Wizard)), tell him to contact Captain Axe abord the Ironside and explain what we need him to do." He watched as he saluted and walked off.

"Now then Reyner, you seem to have something important to tell me." He said walking into the kitchen with his friend. "Let us find a place where we can talk privately."

 

[Steiner]

"Now then Reyner, you seem to have something important to tell me." He said walking into the kitchen with his friend. "Let us find a place where we can talk privately."

Reyner nodded and fell into step two paces behind and one to the right of Rain. It was a habit he'd acquired during his military service, and never quite shaken off in the presence of superiors.

"Certainly, your Majesty. How does the search for a suitable bride fare?"

It was a not quite innocent question - as Rain's senior advisor Reyner knew exactly how much this event was trying the patience and diplomacy of his King. The only reason Rain had consented for this cattle call in the first place was to try to limit the amount of time the whole process would take!

Forestalling the inevitable flood of exasperated comments, Reyner waved the parchment at Rain, catching his eye and his interest.

"My old friend, the Knight Commander, writes to tell me two things. The first is that I am turning old and grey and moldering away in this castle through lack of honest exercise and the second concerns your sister."

 

[RoneLith]

"Certainly, your Majesty. How does the search for a suitable bride fare?"


Rain came to a stop at the door that led into the main office and opened it. He found he had been spending much of his time here of late. The room was large and generally clean, except for the papers and maps scattered among his desk. His office lay on the ground floor encased in glass, a doorway led to a small courtyard and garden surrounded by a wall on all sides. Rain sighed as he sat down. "I am begining to think that all the ladies in the kingdom are just after my station and not my heart. That cannot be what you wanted to say to me, come on out with it."


"My old friend, the Knight Commander, writes to tell me two things. The first is that I am turning old and grey and moldering away in this castle through lack of honest exercise and the second concerns your sister."


"What has she done?"

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Taelyn pushed on into the woods, bow in hand...when she saw it in the distance...a beautiful stag his rich carmel colored coat glistening in the sun.

She urged her horse on, towards the stag, moving slowly and quietly...trying not to startle the noble creature.
She had no intent of killing him...she simply enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

She put away her bow just as the stag looked up and locked eyes with her.
It paused for a moment...its dark eyes burning into her green ones....then in the blink of an eye it bolted deeper into the woods, and the chase began.

The stallion she rode was young and quick, it was for these attributes that she held him so dear, that and his loyalty to her commands.
He galloped through the trees, dodging where it was required to keep his rider safe...they closed in on the stag.....she'd never felt so alive...