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Valeri Andora



A Dance of Two Roses



The news that the Princess Evangeline would meet her so soon was a bit of surprise to Valeri, but a welcome one all the same. She even liked that Eve had picked out the spot and time, a most interesting development. The Primfiran Princess hadn't bothered to set any date or place, for she simply knew not what the Earthican's plans for the day were. She smiled, supposing that Eve wanted to get this little meeting of theirs out of the way. There was nothing wrong with that, it was smart. If Valeri was in the same position as she, she would have done the same. Yet, Valeri was not in the same position as she and had time to kill. So she decided to explore the garden in it entirety to become familiar with the place. So she explored, stopping every now and then to enjoy the exotic beauty held within the warm climate of Exodus. Plants upon plants were in every direction, their petals and leaves an assortment of colors she had never seen before. Her eyes were that of a child, large and full of wonder at seeing so much beauty in a concentrated place. Even she had to admit that Exodus wasn't all that bad, at least the gardens.

Eventually Valeri settled down on a bench near the middle of the garden. She crossed her legs, closed her eyes and with a soft smile on her face, embraced the peace of nature. She knew not how long she sat there, but Valeri was pulled from her trance when a lovely voice caught her attention. She opened her eyes and turned to see Princess Evangeline walking her way. She was clothed in such a form fitting dress, leaving little to the imagination. The centerpiece to her body however, was the fiery crown of hair that magnified her attire. She was very stunning, and Valeri felt a mix of jealousy and desire just by staring at her in the late morning sunlight. All of her knowledge on the Princess came from sources inside Earthica and all had made points that the Princess was more of a tomboy, yet fully capable of ending life if she was threatened. Valeri had no idea she could clean up so well, she could hardly contain her excitment in the form of suggestive half smiles and eyes that wouldn't look away as the Princess came nearer.

Wrestling control of herself, Valeri stood up, smiling broadly at Eve before giving a small curtsy. Next, she crossed her hands over her stomach, and spoke, "No worries, darling. It hasn't been long at all." she said in silvery voice, "It's so good to finally meet you! You must forgive me for my sudden request this morning, but a thought occurred to me as I woke. I failed to meet you yesterday at the party, a grievance I thought might be rectified today. And I'm so very glad you came!" Valeri exclaimed happily before tilting her head slightly to look Eve up and down once more. This time when she spoke her voice was smoky and soft, "I must say, you are absolutely beautiful. Your hair is so different then mine, don't take offense, I mean it in such a good way. Who knew the color red could look so perfect." she finished while biting her lip, then smiled at Eve again.

"We have much to talk about, you and I. Shall we walk?" Valeri asked while playing with a loose strand of her hair.

Evangeline listened to the pale princess speaking, wondering where her rambling was headed at. She was not used to people addressing her looks, other than to tell her it was inappropriate. So the compliment from Valeri came quiet as a surprise to her. A welcome one, she noticed. As much as she wanted to protest against the words, she couldn't deny it felt great to hear them. A woman should never be judged based on her looks, she should never have to look or dress a certain way to please other individuals or groups, and therefore should also not be addressed with solely mentions of her looks. Of course Evangeline knew that it was a large tradition to tell a woman she was beautiful, tell her she looked stunning. But how come that wearing a revealing dress she could not move freely in, wearing heels that killed her feet, wearing a hairstyle that pulled on every root of her hair and putting on make-up to cover the natural beauty she was born with was the standard her beauty was judged on? How come when she wore muddy boots, dirty pants, loose shirts, sported wild hair and no-make up to cover up the red spots on her skin, she suddenly was worth less in society's eyes, when her wit, her cleverness, her dedication, her passion, her education, her personality, her opinions had not changed whatsoever?

Eve gave Valeri a soft smile as she forcefully brought her wandering thoughts back to the conversation she was having. Valeri, in fact, was a beautiful woman as well. But Eve restrained from telling her. She was certain, now more than ever, that the princess was used to people adoring her looks, men and women alike falling weak to the revealing nature of her attire and the teasing, well-placed flirtations. That is, of course, assuming that Valeri's behavior was not exclusive to only Eve. She decided to take the conversation into a different direction.

Evangeline began to walk slowly, expecting and somehow forcing Valeri to follow her if she wanted to continue their talk. "I appreciate your kind words, princess. I apologize for my rudeness, but I have not been able to have breakfast yet, so I brought myself a little piece to enjoy while we take our stroll." Her fingers slowly unraveled the wrapping from her piece of bread, which turned out to be a deliciously prepared sandwich with a variety of vegetables, meat and fruit to offer. Eve was unsure about the combination, half of the things she spotted she had never tasted before, but her stomach was starting to feel rather empty and so she took a bite. The red-head continued to speak once she had devoured her first bite. "As different as our looks might be, perhaps we do match in other aspects, interests maybe? What is it you're interested in, princess Valeri?" The woman turned her head, her eyes softly gazing over the features of the princess' face, an honest, humble curiosity shimmering from her green eyes. Valeri had peeked her interest, to say the least. "What is it that you do to make your heart skip a beat?"

Evangeline's former feeling of discomfort during the feast when Valeri had first entered was slowly vanishing, replaced by deep curiosity, a need to know the person behind the mask. There was still a little voice in the back of her mind, asking her to be careful, telling her to watch out for what she might say. Eve made a mental note of it. The Earthica princess wondered how much wall there was that this woman had build up over all these years of her life. Undoubtedly she was a great heir to the Primfira throne, but what was going on beneath all that?


Valeri followed after Eve, not at all surprised that she wold take the lead, she welcomed it. She wanted Evangeline to feel comfortable around her, and if that meant letting the girl take control, she would do so gladly. Not only would she get to know her, but Eve could be free to ask and talk to her heart's delight. So Valeri listened, taking no offense to Eve's eating. She felt quite bad actually that the Princess hadn't been able to enjoy the breakfast prepared for the guests, but then again, Eve had dictated the time after all. She returned the red-head's gaze as she spoke. She had not noticed her green eyes before, now of which dazzled like emeralds. An intense display of curiosity radiated from them, that of which Valeri seldom saw in adults. She began to suspect Eve was much like her in a way, very clever with a penchant for knew things.

She giggled lightly before speaking, "Please, Valeri will do. There's no need to be so formal here, it can be tiresome, as I'm sure you know." she said with genuine candor. "There's no need to apologize either, if I had known this palace housed such a beautiful garden, I would have enjoyed eating out here as well. With good company to boot. And come now, we don't look that different do we?" Valeri said with laugh. "I'm pale as milk, while your hair is flame. Yet, we both smile still. Think of us as roses, my dear. You are the brightest red from the bunch, and I am one white as snow. Physically, we both look different, but they are still roses aren't they?" She asked, going silent. The sounds of the garden became apparent as Valeri let Evangeline eat, and digest her words. It was humbling in that regard, while so much was going on around them, the garden and in inhabitants knew not a care in the world besides sunlight and water. She envied such a life.

The unlikely pair kept on walking, while Valeri thought about what interested her. There were many things, both appropriate and inappropriate which she could mention and before long Valeri spoke again, "Mhm, interests? I shall save you from what you can probably already guess, all of those cliche aspects of princess' life. What I really enjoy is meeting people. There's no shortage of fascinating faces in the world, and to think of the stories they might tell!" She smiled at that, for she didn't just talk to people to hear their stories, but secrets too. She was a good listener in that regard, but something told her Eve wouldn't spill any secrets to one such as her, at least not yet. "People." Valeri mused, "Yes, that's what I find most interesting. All of our little intricacies, to soft spoken words of joy and to that of hidden doubt. You can learn a lot about someone just by paying attention to how they act, and how they might react. Listening is also so vitally important, for most times all we need is a shoulder to lean on. But foremost is touch, my dear. To feel a lover's embrace can illicit the fondest of moments one might imagine. Of comfort and happiness, especially on sad lonely days." she finished softly.

Lost in her train of thought, Valeri perked up, looking to Eve again, "I shall leave you to guess what truly makes my heart skip a beat however." Valeri said alluringly with a warm smile. Through her veiled words, she expected Eve to fully understand what she was talking about. It would be most interesting to see how she might react to that, but Valeri did not want the conversation to stall there. So she kept looking at Eve, her voice returning to it's normal tone as she spoke again, "What about you, love? What interests you?"

Roses hm? Eve continued to silence her stomach with the delicious sandwich as she listened carefully to the answers Valeri was giving her. The little bit about herself she would be willing to reveal already. She had never thought of herself as a flower, or any plant in fact. And she wasn't so sure what to think of that silly comparison. But nevertheless a smile formed on her lips. Valeri was joking with her. She had not expected the Primfira princess to be trying to maintain a soft, fun conversation and even suggest to lie down the stiff act and formalities. Eve very much welcomed that. She wondered if Valeri really felt that way or if it was a strategic move to make Evangeline feel more comfortable, so she would trust Valeri more. The red-head woman found it hard to let go of her inner voice, which continued to warn her about the stunning lady walking next to her. Caution!, it softly whispered.

"Oh well, I had never thought of it like that. I assume there is a certain truth to it. Though the flowers will die when cold winter days arrive, to be then reborn as spring comes along. A pessimist would probably assume them to be weak, not able to deal with the winter in their full beauty, but having to retreat until warmer days. An optimist perhaps would beg to differ and assume them to be persistent, though under harsh conditions they may loose their beauty, but the roots survive and come back just as strong, every and each year." Eve ended her rambling, feeling a little lost as to where she was actually heading with this.

Luckily, Valeri then decided to answer to her previous question. A much more interesting topic of conversation. Eve listened closely to her choice of words, to each sentence she spoke. She noticed quickly that Valeri used her words in a way that aligned well with Evangeline's own thoughts and interest in people. She wondered, once more, if Valeri had chosen them to soften Eve's walls or if they were actually that much alike.

When the pale princess mentioned the touch of a lover, Eve's thoughts produced the image of a certain smiling red-head and her cheeks began to flush slightly. She cursed her body for reacting such way. She was not a fool, she was fully aware that Valeri was, just like her, observing her every move, her every words, and she would not miss the slight red on her cheeks. Eve felt betrayed by her own body. And to worsen it all the image of Laurel would not leave her mind just yet, her thoughts trailed back to the sleeping lady, wondering if she had awoken yet, if she had wondered where Eve had gone. Had she been upset to find herself alone? Eve hoped her condition to be a lot better than the day before. Hopefully rest had restored most of her energy.

Eve looked over at Valeri just as she was putting on a very alluring smile. It suited her so well. Evangeline could not imagine her ever not smiling like that. And had she just called her love? The princess seemed to find a great liking in calling her nicknames. Perhaps another way to indicate closeness between them?

"People interest you a lot, I see. I would have not assumed otherwise." But not solely people, was it? There was something hidden within her words. Evangeline's gut told her that Valeri was mostly interested in deeper, darker aspects of humankind. She had a way with words, a way with her body, especially those lips, to distract a woman, to make innocent thoughts travel down a sinful path. Her revealing dress luring the traveling thoughts in, inviting them to go down a different path, to turn into lustful, inappropriate ones. And for a moment Evangeline wondered what Valeri looked like when she was hunting her prey without the caution she was addressing Eve with right now. Out of curiosity she almost wished for her to drop her caution, she wanted to know what tricks were lying hidden there, how skillful the woman was in her field. But that was foolish, as surely Valeri was more than capable of causing Eve to loose her mind. And she could not let that happen out of curiosity of what that might feel like.

Lust. Secrets. Shame. Blood-thirst. Weaknesses. All dark aspects of someone's soul, things people were often trying to hide, things that Valeri was most interested in, she assumed. Eve felt differently about people. She wanted to know the real person, wanted to know what they struggled with, so she could help, so she could be a shoulder for someone, so she could offer someone to be a real friend. Everyone wore a mask. And she was interested in what was behind that. She wanted to know what made someone feel happy, what they looked like when they decided to let go and be goofy, she wanted to hear people laugh with their whole heart. And right now there were two people she was interested in more than others. Princess Aamaya, who she felt undoubtedly pulled towards. And princess Valeri, who was playing the same game as Evangeline, very likely with different motives, but still... it was the same game, different perspectives.

"I am, much like you, interested in people. Their thoughts and beliefs, the things they wish for, the things that make them happy. You can call me naive, but I find joy in people being comfortable and honest. It is such a good feeling to see someone truly be happy, hearing someone truly laugh and especially people being loose, letting go of their guard. I appreciate that very much. I would like to give people the feeling of being safe in revealing their true self. I think a lot people could use someone to talk to without the fear of being judged. You must think of me as so silly, for it is silly, I know it is." She shook her head as if in disbelief she had revealed such a thing about herself, but she was fully aware of her actions. Eve had revealed a part of her soul willingly and she was waiting for the direction Valeri would take with it. She expected her to be charming, to make her feel comfortable with what she had revealed. It was an opening, an invitation to get closer to the true self of Evangeline.

The sandwich was gone by now.


There was a certain wisdom behind Eve's words of death and renewal for the roses. She was inclined to believe what she said, it was poetic in a way, and she admired poetry. She also noted the woman's cheeks had flushed red at her words about a lovers touch. Valeri had ignited a small ember within Eve, and one that still smoldered with hidden passion. Did she have a secret lover? Someone she was crushing hard on perhaps? It was most intriguing to Valeri, and a task she would have to delve into to find the truth. The tall girl looked at Eve, wondering what was going on behind those rich green eyes, oh how she wanted to know! It would have to wait unfortunately, for their conversation was not yet done but perhaps something could be gleamed just yet?

So in turn, Valeri listened to Eve speak, mesmerized by how passionate she sounded. They did indeed have things in common after all, and that was people. But, Valeri also knew that their interest was like a dagger. She was one side, and Eve was the other, but both met on the edge to share the pointed tip. By now Valeri suspected that Eve had a notion of what she had hidden within her words, so she smiled more. A part of her cared that she knew, but another part wanted her to know. Oh the things she could teach Eve, the things they could learn from each other! It was a tantalizing prospect, and one that she would have to pursue if she had time to do so. Her main goal was still Amaya, but if she could have both Princesses, now that might make the Festival far more interesting. Pushing that thought away for a moment, Valeri continued listening to Eve, taking careful note of her words and they way she spoke them.

The pale girl began to admire the red-head for being so open with her after just after meeting. It was something she had not intended so soon, but Valeri knew it was right, for she had struck a chord in Eve. The girl felt comfortable around her, which was exactly what she wanted her to feel. She would now do her best to not violate such trust between the two. She would not be the one to make an advance on the girl, no she would have to let Eve do that. Valeri might prod just a little, but to achieve her goals, Princess Evangeline would have to fall for her, if possible. A hard prospect to consider if the Princess already had another lover. But over the years Valeri had seen many dark aspects of humans, and chief among them was lust. In the heat of the moment, it can be oh so hard to stop. Regret would come later, but not in the moment. The worst case scenario would be Valeri having to fully utilize her abilities and try her luck unhindered, which might have less then satisfactory results. For now, she would wait and see what might happen.

The two woman walked on for a ways after Eve finished talking. Before the silence became awkward, Valeri spoke with sincerity in her voice, "Silly? No, I wouldn't say that's silly at all. I'd say it's noble, and something we should all strive to be. I cannot say the same for you, but living this life, you have to be... rigid and fixed. Royalty and ruling take a toll on the soul and body, more so than many care to ever admit. It can be extremely difficult to open up to people, as the nature of our occupation can be negatively impacted. Being safe and free of judgement would be a luxury, even for the likes of us. For we have to put up persona's and wall's to have an inkling of safety..." she went silent as they rounded a corner to face a long stretch of flowers. The display was pretty, and reminded her of home.

"No, not silly." she began, "It's actually very attractive. To be so open with yourself? To be so confident! You truly are a gem, Evangeline Townsend, and I am very thankful to have met you." She said, then stopped walking before the sweet smell of lilies. She looked at the small delicate flowers for a moment, then turned to look at Eve. Valeri then placed a soft hand on Eve's shoulder and smiled sweetly. "I want you to know, I feel safe in your presence, and... I hope you might feel the same." It was a reassuring touch.

The conversation between the two princesses had shifted, it was undeniable. Evangeline had crossed a line and Valeri had stepped right over it with her. They had become closer in a matter of minutes due to the nature of their last exchanged words. Caution, the voice whispered once more. Evangeline listened.

Valeri was interesting, intense and very skilled in the art of persuading someone with her words. She used the right amount of being intrusive and restrained. She listened carefully and within a moment she knew the proper response to strike a chord in the other's soul. It was a dangerous thing, for someone could easily lose themselves within her honey sweet nature. Eve noticed how she wanted to let go of her guard and let her in. She wanted to believe every thing she said. Valeri was an attractive enticement.

Her flirtatious words hit just the right mix between being open enough for Eve to undoubtedly notice while staying vague enough for Valeri to deny them, should she have to. A way of interpretation, Eve thought. The way she chose her words, the way she played with Eve, pulled her closer to then draw away, was what essentially bewitched the ginger woman.

They rounded a corner and Eve watched Valeri as Valeri looked upon the flowers. The words she spoke sounded like music to her. Attractive, confident, a gem. The words she described her with were unlike anything anyone has ever used to speak of her. Or to her. The pale woman reached her arm out to touch Eve's shoulder. It was a simple gesture. But it broke another wall of distance between them. Valeri had decided to touch her. And although innocent and humble, it changed things. It was a silent invitation, it was a form of closeness. Evangeline would now be able to gentle deny the closeness or to allow and accept it.

"You are too kind", she returned the charming smile, her hand would reach to give the one resting on her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I am delighted to have met you. I greatly enjoy our conversation, if I may say so." A soft giggle left her throat, it was innocent and melodic. She shook her head and a strand of hair loosened and began to dangle in front of her face. "Who would have thought that two such different souls as us could get along so effortlessly?"

Eve looked out at the sky for a moment, she closed her eyes as she soaked in the warm sun on her face. "I enjoy the sun very much, don't you?" Her face turned to look at her, forest green eyes meeting with honey ones. They were of such a sweet color, she got lost in them for a second or two.

As she returned to her senses and looked around the garden with its beautiful flowers surrounding them, she couldn't help but wonder how many lovers had sneaked out here to kiss. It was a romantic scene, if one wanted it to be. The many colors, the warm sun, the relaxing fresh smell, the quiet and calm. A gorgeous marble bench was standing there, ten feet ahead of them. Eve's eyes began to glisten.

She walked alongside Valeri patiently until they came close to the bench. The marble felt cold beneath her as she sat down, but it didn't bother her. Eve leaned forward, reached down at her feet and pulled one heel off, then the other. Leaving the black shoes standing beside her feet she began to message the arch of each one for a couple of seconds before sitting up straight and giving Valeri back her attention. "You must forgive me, Valeri. My feet are not used to these shoes and they have been complaining already. I don't mean no offence, my love, but I assume you will not be bothered if I continue our walk on bare feet?" Evangeline picked up her black heels and stood again, joining Valeri's side once more to continue their walk.

The dirt beneath her feet felt soothing, the soft coolness of the ground healing her from the pain she felt. Her body posture relaxed. The woman began to lift herself up on her toes and then to lower down to the soles of her feet again. Enjoying every bit of skin meeting directly with the earth. Her heart skipped for a moment and she let loose, taking a single spin around, walking backwards as she faced Valeri. "This feels so refreshing. I do that in Earthica's forests all the time."

Her lips formed into a wide grin. "Valeri, have you ever tried to climb a tree?", she asked teasingly, her grin forming into an inviting smirk. It was true that she felt a lot more comfortable around Valeri. It was a real relief that she did not have to put up the stiff act around the princess for too long, Valeri's strategy was clearly based upon Eve letting loose. And the red-head hoped that she could convince Valeri to let go too. She was most curios what that would result in.

And a part deep within her hoped that her words, her actions, every smile of hers was true. That the bond they began to form was not solely based on winning a strategic game they played. Because this side of Valeri Eve actually really liked.


Eve's small squeeze sent a small shiver down Valeri's spine, it was a welcome touch and the first bit of contact she had recieved since arriving in Exodus. Her smile grew wider before the moment was over, and they began to walk again. She had hoped Eve might reciprocate the same feeling she might have given her, and it worked. There was suddenly a new atmosphere in the air, one of which where it felt good to just be alive and live in the moment. It had been growing the moment they had met in that garden, it was the inevitable conclusion to their meeting. In the face of tragedy in the night, there was still time to enjoy the company of another and laugh with bliss.

"I am glad you feel the same way!" she beamed to Eve. "There was nothing ever to fear, darling. They say opposites attract after all." Valeri answered effortlessly. She was beginning to greatly enjoy Eve, not just for her looks, but for what was within. Valeri watched her intently as Eve stared up at the sun for a moment, noting how she was starting to act differently, looser and more of like herself. She was comfortable, good.

"Mhm, the sun. I love it and hate it. It brings such lovely warmth, but if I stay too long under its rays, I find myself burned. Such is my fate as a pale girl." Valeri giggled as she held Eve's gaze. Try as she might, the pale princess still found it hard to believe such eyes existed. Deep like a forest, yet sparkled like sunlight. She felt her cheeks grow hot, Eve would probably notice that they became a slight shade of light pink. For Primfirans did not blush naturally, their paleness denied them red. Instead of being embarrassed, Valeri welcomed it and wore it like a badge of honor. As they looked away, Valeri began to play with her hair again. Twirling long white strands through her dainty fingers.

They kept walking, coming to another marble bench engraved with some Exodus art. A thought flashed across her mind as she looked at the bench. It would be such a nice spot to share a kiss. She looked back to Eve, quite surprised to see her taking her shoes off. She stared at the girl's slender legs, the way her dress fit her splendidly. More thoughts flooded into her mind, only to be quickly banished as Eve spoke again.

She laughed, "Not at all dear! Do as you please, such shoes can be a hassle."

Valeri then watched Eve's facial expression as her feet touched the bare ground. It must have felt good, for her twirl put an even large smile on the other princesses face. Her body language was very inviting, and that smile was one any could fall head over heels for. She returned the smile with grace.

Eve's latest question brought forth a happy memory, one that she had shared with her mother a long time ago. "When I was but a girl I climbed a tree too high for my own good. I became too afraid to climb down, and adamantly refused any help. I could do it, I knew I could. I climbed the tree, I could climb down. I was... a prideful child to say the least. My... mother had to climb the tree to get me, after a pitiful protest on my part. When we were on the ground she looked at me as any mother would and said, My little swan, always remember this; It's alright to ask for help when you need it most. That's how we grow." Valeri said with a small tear falling from her left eye. There was a distant look on her face, before she quickly wiped the tear away and looked at Eve with a small smile. "I don't think I'd be able with this dress." she lightly giggled. It was funny how words could open up memories that were mostly forgotten, yet bring them forth with renewed intensity. She hoped her display wouldn't ruin the mood that they had.

It came as a surprise when Valeri changed the mood of the moment with a private heartfelt memory. She hadn't expected Valeri to share anything so personal with her so soon, if ever. Eve's smile faded to be replaced by honest empathy. She knew that the Primfira queen had passed away, leaving her daughter and a widowed king behind. When the note of her death had reached her, Eve had not payed a lot of attention to it. She had never met the queen or the royal family of Primfira, she had no interest in them. It made her feel ashamed now. Valeri had lost a person that was dear to her, her mother, and Evangeline couldn't even have been bothered to spare a single minute of thought to her. She hadn't cared.

Now that Valeri was standing in front of her, so vulnerable and hurt, she hoped Valeri would never find out how disrespectful she had acted. To her surprise a tear could be found on Valeri's cheek. Eve felt terrible for having brought such a heavy memory back to the princess. With everything going on at the festival and the tragedy of last night, that was probably the last thing she needed right now. In an attempt to support and comfort the upset lady, Eve stepped closer to Valeri and took her hand into hers, she would run her thumb gently over the back of her hand.

"I am sorry. I can't imagine your loss. I feel terrible for bringing sadness over you with my stupid words." Her eyes searched for something within Valeri's expression, but she wasn't even sure what it was. Evangeline had rarely been confronted with situations like this. She had only ever had one single friend who she could have comforted, and the moments in which it had been needed were more than rare. Is she feeling better already? I so hope I didn't leave her feeling terrible this morning. Eve's once more wandering thoughts inappropriately interrupted her attention on Valeri and she quickly banished them, feeling worse for thinking about Laurel while the Andorian woman needed her support. You really are scum sometimes, Eve!, she thought angrily.

Her hand gave Valeri's another soft squeeze. "Would you like to sit for a moment? I will leave your side, if you do not wish to see me anymore. But I will gladly stay and lend an ear and shoulder, if you'd rather. Anything you need, love, let me know." The princess wasn't sure if she was welcome anymore after having caused such trouble to their conversation. It pained her to imagine Valeri would want to not speak to her anymore, it was unthinkable.


She was quickly taken by surprise once again when Eve grabbed her hand, caressing her skin with a gentle thumb. It shouldn't have been a surprise though, had she not just awhile ago talked of this same thing? Without hesitation Evangeline had comforted Valeri, by doing such a small thing. It warmed her heart, to see Eve practice what she believed in. But it wasn't really practice was it? It was more a kin to breathing, just a natural part of life. She felt much better at the touch, once again blushing pink, but now slightly embarrassed for having caused the entire dilemma. She listened to Eve speak, her words filling Valeri with more shame. It wasn't her fault in the slightest, it had been Valeri's own. Who really would have guessed she might bring up the topic of climbing trees? Furthermore, who could have guessed that she might react so strongly to such a memory? She had grieved for a long time after her mother's passing, and then one day life continued on and Valeri did so with it. She would always miss her mother, but she couldn't wallow in grief. She had coped with it the best she could, but had never talked with anyone about it. Not her maids, not her teachers, and not her father. Perhaps that was her problem? No, she thought, I'm fine.

"No no no." she said quickly, "Please, don't feel bad. It's not your fault, how could you have known?" she returned Eve's squeeze, by gently turning her hand so she could hold it. The contrast of their skin touching was highly amusing. Valeri was so pale compared to the skin of an Earthican. She closed her eyes for a moment, just feeling her hand in her own and comparing the softness of her own. Valeri was surprised at how different they felt from what she was accustom too. There was a certain hardiness to them, not like a man's, but not like a prim noble either. Valeri then knew that Eve was no stranger to working with her hands, an admirable trait.

Letting out a large breath, Valeri opened her eyes to look at Eve. The pale girl smiled at her. "I'm fine now, love." Valeri said before continuing, "Sitting would be nice though, my feet are a bit tired. Believe it or not but I don't think I've walked this long in a fortnight." she said with a small laugh. Valeri then guided Eve, still holding her hand, back to the same marble bench from before. She sat down, crossing her legs and stared at the ground before them. She still held Eve's hand in her own, but slowly let go to play with her hair again. There was silence between them, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was more relaxing.

"Sometimes I think about her." Valeri began softly, "Other times I don't. Then there's the times where I remember something. Usually it's a word or item that jostles my memory to action. It can happen anytime, and you'd think I'd be use to it by now, but it still catches me off guard." Valeri shifted her legs, then took another large breath. Eve would probably be able to tell that Valeri didn't really like talking about her mother, but there she was, doing it anyways. A part of her was screaming at her to stop telling secrets, to be quite but another part of her felt that it was right. That she should be doing this, consequences be damned for once. She felt a connection with Eve, one she couldn't explain just yet, but hoped she could explore.

"I find it silly really, how emotional it makes me. I'm no stranger to such feelings, it's just, I don't like them." She set her hands down on her lap, and looked at Eve with a kind smile. "We've been here for awhile haven't we? I really did enjoy your company darling, but I imagine you must be busy with... what happened last night. You have my condolences, I want you to know that. I heard your men fought bravely and won the day, and they did so while protecting innocents. I can't imagine how proud you must feel." Valeri finished, scooching closer to Eve to where their bodies touched lightly. She caught Eve's eyes with her own and spoke again. "I wouldn't want to keep you from your duties any longer, Princess. This day will be a sad one, but I shall look back fondly upon this moment. I imagine we might see each other tonight at the feast? I hope so, but until then, I wish you a very good day."

Valeri began to turn away to leave, but hesitated and looked back at Eve. "If... If you ever want to talk before the festival ends, my room is always open to you." she said with a happy smile. A sudden thought occurred to Valeri, perhaps she should reward her new friend in her moment of distress? Valeri did feel bad for having even put her through it. But there was no way in telling how Eve would react. But Valeri looked at Eve again, at her beauty, and in that moment and knew what she wanted to do.

Valeri slowly moved herself closer to Eve's lips, but at the last second she changed direction, and gently kissed Eve's right cheek. "Thank you, Evangeline. For everything." she whispered tenderly. Valeri then pulled herself away, to stand up to her full height. She turned her head to glance back at Eve with an enticing smile, then began to walk away. That had been wonderful, and she had to stop herself from going any further for fear of violating the trust they had built. It had been an innocent little kiss, but something told Valeri that Eve would be dwelling on that all day. It was up to Eve now, she might shy away from Valeri after such a thing, or she might gravitate to her. Only time would tell now.

It felt like a heavy burden was lifted off her chest when Valeri assured her that she had no fault in causing such distress for the princess. Evangeline hadn't noticed how much it had actually bothered her to having brought sorrow upon the pale Primfira woman. She felt relieved and somehow lighter.

Valeri's hand was still lying in hers, soft and warm. With no attempt from Valeri to slip it from Eve's gentle grip, she continued to allow such intimacy. It came slightly as a surprise. Eve had not intended for her gesture of comfort to turn into hand holding, but she also did not pull away from it. By any chance, it might actually be what the saddened woman needed right now. Just a little bit of contact. And Eve would not deny her that.

The softness of Valeri's skin felt like such a contrast to all the Earthica hands Eve had shaken. Contrast, it seemed, was the one thing that was a given between these two. Their skin alone was of such big difference, and for a moment Eve wondered what it would look like if all three princesses would stand next to each other. Aamaya had such a beautiful caramel skin, while Eve always considered herself pale she could be described as tanned next to the milky white Valeri. A painting of those three would look ridiculously fabulous, she thought.

Valeri accepted her offer and guided them both back to the same bench Eve had previously taken her shoes off on. It looked different to her now. Of course it was still the same marble with the same fine, detailed engravings, the same flowers behind it, but nevertheless it felt changed. The purpose suddenly seemed much more... private.

The pair sat down and a comfortable silence wrapped them up. Their hands parted as Valeri began to play with her hair and Eve decided to lay hers into her lap. She watched Valeri's hand as it twirled white hair around and wondered if it would feel different to her red mane. Would it be softer than hers? Just like the skin on her hand was softer than Eve's? Soft in a way that Eve hadn't thought possible. She wondered just how it would feel if she would run her fingers through it. Was is like silk? She felt like that could very well be possible with a woman such as Valeri. As Eve drowned into her own thoughts, Valeri began to speak again.

The woman began to explain to her and Eve listened with care. The mentions of her dead mother came hard for the young woman, Eve could tell. It almost seemed as though Valeri had not talked about the situation with anyone for a long time, perhaps ever. It made Evangeline feel special somehow and proud that the princess considered her trustworthy enough to share her feelings with her. "No one likes to feel grief or sorrow", Eve said quietly. "It is a harsh feeling, yet it can be a tool of growth to us. You have to allow yourself to feel them. Or else they might drown you. Feelings will always find a way to be noticed." As she heard herself speak those words she asked herself what feelings she might suppress. Was she even taking her own advice? There was one feeling she was not dealing with openly, that she was not considering to the fullest or allowing herself to feel it completely. She tried to push it away many times, it still came back and grew stronger. But she wasn't aware of what that feeling meant, it was new to her and frightened her greatly. The affection she felt for her best friend was taking up her thoughts once more. Why is my mind constantly returning to her? It is inappropriate and absolutely the wrong time! Stop!

Suddenly Valeri shifted in her posture and the next moment their legs were touching. A shiver got sent down Eve's spine and throughout her whole body. But somehow it was not a bad thing. Her mind felt as though it had gotten a restart. Thoughts of Laurel were replaced by a pure lack of thoughts. Her mind felt foggy and she had trouble to get a hold of the situation. Valeri had begun to speak of last night's bear attack, a memory Eve had gladly suppressed for the morning and she was not keen on Valeri having brought it up again. The mentions of her men fighting bravely and dying left a bitter taste in her mouth. The princess suggested that she must feel proud, but her words only left Evangeline feeling more bitter and heartbroken. Did she feel proud of her men? Of course they were brave, they brought great honor over their kingdom by fighting the beast and laying their lives down for a city that they didn't have to protect. But she was not able to feel pride. It felt wrong to her. Men had died, families lost loved ones. How could she be proud of that? She felt ashamed. Not for her men, but for herself. She should have been there. She should have told them what to do, commanded them to stay out of it's range. Parcours was her expertise. She could have dodged the bear, she could have helped. Evangeline decided not to speak to Valeri on that matter, not yet.

Valeri turned to leave, but she halted, stopping to face Eve once more. The offer for Evangeline to always contact her brought a smile to her face. She felt like it was a great honor, she assumed not a lot of people had that right. How did Valeri turn from a threat to a friend in a matter of one shared walk? It was fascinating how the two got along, how quickly they had bonded. Eve was already parting her lips to give her an answer, to thank her and to say one more sentence of comfort, but she froze before she could. Valeri was getting closer, her head in particular. What was happening? Eve's mind seemed to stand still, she couldn't move, she wasn't sure what Valeri was planning now. Was she heading for her lips? Wait, was Valeri going to kiss her?!

Eve still couldn't believe it when it happened. Soft, wet lips touched her cheek and planted a warm kiss on it. Her body reacted immediately. Her cheeks turned brightly red, with no chance of anyone missing it. Her heart began to race in her chest, she could hear it beating loudly in her ears. Her head was spinning with confusion and no idea how to react to such a move. Eve wasn't sure how she felt. Was she okay with this? Did she enjoy it or did she feel invaded? No, she did not feel invaded. But was this enjoyment? Was this panic by any chance? She felt like her mind was running wild, but at the same time she couldn't grab a single clear thought. Everything felt strange to her right now. Her own cheeks, the bench beneath her, the dress around her figure, the shoes she still held in one hand. Everything happened so fast.

The Primfira princess rose from her seat, leaving a weird feeling within Eve. The warmth of her body gone, the soft touch of her leg absent. She already missed her presence. What a fool I am! But at the same time she was glad that Valeri left. She didn't know how to communicate right now. She was too confused, not sure what to make of this. Eve was glad she got given some time to figure herself out. Did Valeri expect Evangeline to react like this? Did she plan for her to feel like this? Did she even plan anything?

How long she had sat on that bench before her mind cleared and she noticed her surroundings again, she was unsure of. But when she came back to her senses Valeri was gone and her body had returned to it's normal behavior again. She felt silly in that moment. Hopefully she hadn't looked like a drooling mess, but her gut told her that she hadn't. Eve definitely was not the best at keeping a straight face in all situations, but she knew she had not been letting her spiraling thoughts be shown on her face this time. Relief washed over her at that realization.

The Princess leaned back against the bench and looked upon the flowers on the other side, she placed the black heels onto the bench next to her and let the occurrences of the morning replay in her head. She must have sat for another twenty or thirty minutes before she decided to put her heels back on and return to the castle. She suddenly felt a strong need to see Laurel. Her presence always felt so calming to her and she felt a lot safer. Why she needed to feel safe right now, she also wasn't sure of. Eve wasn't sure of a lot of things right now, she came to notice.

Her feet carried her back the way she had previously walked with Valeri. Despite her confusion about the ending of their little stroll, Eve felt precious. Valeri had decided to kiss her on the cheek and it meant something. She was either playing the game a lot better than Evangeline or she felt drawn towards her. She had wanted to kiss her. Considering that made her feel special and somehow... attractive? But also guilty. In a way it felt like betrayal towards her feelings about her friend. Feelings that she also wasn't sure of yet. She had a lot to figure out.
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Ultfic sat looking deep into the mug that, much to his displeasure, was empty. He had awoken not long ago with a throbbing headache from where he had been knocked out. There wasn't many other patrons in the bar with him except one of his men who had apparently drawn the short straw and had to watch to make sure he didn't go off the rails again. Ultfic laughed while staring at his mug. “You know you don't have to babysit me like i'm some kid stuck to his mother.” Ultfic appreciated the fact his men cared and worried about him but it could get annoying at times. “Sorry sir. No disrespect I was just ordered by one of the Kingsguard to watch you.” “suit yourself then.” was all he was able to retort back at the man sitting in the booth behind him.

He continued to think about last night and the events that transpired. He had gone from being on top of the world and being crowned champion only to have his best friend slaughtered right before his eyes because this damn city couldn't keep its own shite together. His grip and the mug drew tighter as his anger began to rise once again. With all it’s damned money and people it couldn’t keep out a damned bear on the night of a festival no less. Relaxing slightly he scolded himself for having thoughts like that. He was the captain and needed to act as such and show proper restraint as it were. But that part of him still distrusted the people of the other country’s. That being said he didn’t have a particular problem with the Lutherans, but he never could trust the stick up people of Exodus and Primfa.

Turning around on his stole he looked at the guard for the first time that morning. He was a young man which was giving him credit considering he resembled a boy in his teenage years more. He clearly hadn’t seen the horrors of the world yet. “your Names Richard right son?” “Yes sir. I’m one of the new city guards that got selected to come.” Ultfic smiled at the boys timid reaction to being question by himself. “I appreciate you looking out for me lad.” He ordered another pint for RicharCelticseemed to question it at first before Ultfic spoke up and told the poor boy it was an order.

“Who finally killed the beast last night?”
“It was one of our own sir.”
“Really? Which member of the guard?”
“He had the markings of Earthica but he wasn't a guard. He must have been a citizen that came to the festival.”
“Well at least it was one of us that claimed the beast life and not someone from the other nations.”
They continued to talk for a short time about life and just everything else happening in the world. Ultfic thought it was good to know his men and what hardships they were going threw. After about an hour he sat up from the booth saying mid stretch “we better head back to the castle and continue our duties. Can't leave the family unguarded especially after last night.” he finished the last part slightly quieter since it had a bit of anger behind it and the last thing he wanted was a fight in the middle of the tavern. Dropping a few coins on the table for the bar keep he and Richard made their way back to the palace. All the while Ultfic tried his best to bury the sorrow he felt as deep as he could. The ale was helping out quite a bit but it still needed time. His thoughts also drifted to the supposed man who slayed the beast and who he was. He had to now what all happened last night. If there was a warrior in his country that was a expert fighter as he supposed this man had to be then surely he should have already been added to the guard. But what troubled him more was that if this man was such a good fighter why hadn't he known about it. he would have to get to the bottom of all this before the ceramony that was supposed to be held tonight to honor the dead that he had heard about from one of the citizens in the street.

As they entered the palace he noticed the slight increase in gaurds watching over thier esteemed guest than their was before. "It is a start I suppose" he said to him self. he ordered Richard to find that mistry man that slayed the bear and tell him the captain of the gaurd wanted a word with him. In the meantime Ultfic decied he would head back to his room and rest for a moment before the rest of the day contined.
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Morning came late to Laurel, overtaxed as her body was. Sunlight long past the rays of dawn she would normally wake up to streamed through the thin curtains of the room, a small breeze moving the fabric as it entered through from the slightly ajar balcony window. She felt groggy and slow, her mind dulled with every thought having to fight through a thick fog to be fully formed, and her muscles were heavy with sleep although that sensation began to lessen as she pulled herself out of bed and tottered around the room on unsteady feet.

The constant pounding that had so taxed her the day before had receded somewhat leaving a dull ache, nothing she could not deal with once she could properly awaken and that happened with a start when she realised that she was alone in the room. She strode across the room, barefoot, and swung the door in sharply, startling the two guards standing outside.

"The Princess?" She demanded, the miasma clogging her mind beginning to dissipate but still slowing her down. Sleeping too long, even with a head wound which demanded plenty of rest, had been a mistake and it would take her some time to catch up to her usual alertness.


"She was invited for a walk with Princess Valeri and accepted the offer." One of the guards spoke, glancing at Laurel's tousled hair and the clothes she had been wearing the day before, and had slept in, although he had the sense to keep his thoughts to himself. "She has two guards with her." The second man added hurriedly as Laurel glowered at the two. She stared them down for a moment although her mind was distinctly elsewhere so she did not notice their nervous shuffling. Technically they were veteran to her, Laurel's position having been an invented one for the sake of this visit but there was no denying that in terms of skill, and therefore regard, she was far above them.

"She is still in the palace, then?" Laurel asked, relaxing a little as they nodded. If Eve was still in the palace grounds then she would be safe, especially if she had guards in attendance although it was unlikely they could keep up with her if the tomboyish Princess decided she wanted to be alone. That thought made her uneasy so Laurel retreated back into the room and quickly prepared herself to leave, bathing quickly in cold water for she had no time to call for heated, and changed into fresh hunting leathers. With her bow in its rightful place strapped to her back, she swung the door back open and made to head out but the two men blocked her path, a little more resolute than they had been earlier.


"The Princess ordered us to keep you here. You'll have to wait for her return."

Sensing that the guards were more scared of the Princess', and therefore the king's, wrath, Laurel did not contest the point and headed back in with the door shut firmly behind her. She, however, had no intention of being kept locked up and crossed to the balcony window, swinging it open and looking over the edge to the ground. It was a long, possibly fatal drop, if one were to topple over the edge but easily manageable if taken carefully.

Filled with purpose, and freed from the chains of guard duty which had so unnaturally bound her, Laurel felt familiar strength returning to her body and swung herself over the balcony, dropping down so that she was hanging on by her fingertips before letting go and falling the safe distance to the ground. She naturally fell into a crouch, as if she were back in the forest hunting game, and scuttled across the long gardens to a path and, when no one was watching, leapt over it before standing tall and walking normally.

First she doubled back on herself to the gardens within the palace, giving Eve's room a wide berth lest the guards supposed to be guarding the room caught sight of her, and observed the two Princesses talking for a short while. Eve's choice of clothing surprised her, surprisingly formal for the woman and even fashionable to the extent that she did not look under dressed next to the rather seductively clothed Primfiran Princess. They seemed oddly close, having never met before to Laurel's knowledge, but she supposed that they were women in the same position and that had formed an instant bond between the two; the trials of a Princess an area which Laurel was of no use to her friend in and she was pleased to see Eve finding someone who understood those pressures. Content that Eve was safe with the other woman, Laurel left before catching much of their interaction and headed out into the city; intent on finding what had happened with the monster. It had not escaped her notice that most of those she passed wore black or some other kind of funereal clothing and there was a heavy atmosphere that pressed down on Exodus.

The site of the battle, or at least where it ended, bore few of the signs she had been expecting for the rain had washed away the detritus death inevitably left. The beast's corpse had been moved, as had the wounded and dead who had been its victims, but there were signs she could see clearly with her tracker's eye on the cobbled ground and on the walls of the buildings nearby. Claw marks, chips and shards of metal weapons, scraps of clothing that had been missed by those cleaning up the aftermath. She was not alone in travelling to the area, many coming to gaze upon the scene of so much death the previous night with those who had lost someone to the beast easy to spot out amongst the mourners.

Having seen enough, she retreated from the battle site and slipped into a tavern on the road toward the palace. Despite the early hour of the day there were plenty of patrons losing themselves in ale and wine and she did not need to spend long weaving between tables before finding what she had been looking for: a group of Earthican warriors she recognised as from the king's retinue. They spotted her and moved up to make space on a bench for her to join them before turning back to gaze into the tankards.

"That many?" She asked, waving down a passing barmaid for a drink, as she joined them. There was a nodding of heads but no one spoke. Laurel knew most of the guards who had come to Exodus, all of them having trained together at one time or another as fellow warriors, so she shared their sense of defeat despite the beast's death.


"Aye. Wasn't even one of us warriors who killed it. Some merchant." There was a general muttering until one of the others piped up. "At least it was of ours. Couldn't stomach it if one of those Primfiran lot finished it off. Prancing around it, prodding it with spears to wear it down. A coward's way to fight!" Agreement was grunted around the table although Laurel stayed quiet, sipping at her ale. Her experience told her that the Primfiran's had been right, the brave and the stupid would try to finish off such a creature in some kind of idiotic honour-bound glory hunting but to admit to such would go against all sense of an Earthican warrior's code.

"Can't believe it got Solveig." Laurel started, looking up from her drink as the others shot warning looks to the man who had spoken but he was staring into his own tankard and did not notice the glares being cast his way at the mention of Laurel's mentor. "Rammed his damned axe hard and fast into it and the monster just shook it off like it was nothing and tore his throat out. I can still hear it..." Silence descended on the table, the man looking up at the faces of those around him and realisation dawned as he met Laurel's gaze. No one spoke for a while, the natural patterns of the wooden table suddenly becoming the most interesting thing which they had ever seen.

Dead? Solveig?

An emptiness opened up in her chest, a void created by shock and loss which she was not yet ready to face. Eventually it would implode, pulling in all of those emotions and exponentially enhancing them out of her control but for now she simply could not face them so she threw back her head and downed the whole tankard of ale before flagging down a barmaid and calling for something stronger.

It was time to toast the dead, just as Solveig would have wanted.
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Laurel Mith


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THE REDFLAG BANDITS


The gang of mercenaries and cutthroats originated from Luthra, though their members were a mix of the different kingdoms. They were known to stay on the move, terrorizing any unfortunate souls to have crossed in their path. However they had a safe haven, some place in Exodus that they always returned to. The late prince of Luthra seemed to have found that place, though was unable to see it out. It was a lumber mill, located just a few miles outside of the city. At least that was what one of the store clerks had told Dalious, once he showed them the address he had.

The leader of the Redflags was a man named Bo, the same man that had taken Melchior's eye a long time ago. This bounty was personal for the late prince, something he had been pursuing for some time. Bo had killed Melchior's men and took his eye, then fled with his own men far out of reach. Dalious wasn't there to see it transpire but the story was well known, and now it was time for it to come to an end.

Dalious stood again where the bear attack occurred, eating an apple and thinking to himself. After asking around the local stores about Melchior, he had found out that he was last seen at the old tavern. He must have been heading in to bed when the bear came, probably set on pursuing the bounty in the next morning. The pirate finished his apple then headed toward the place, thinking it best to down a few to help his unclear mind get a little worse.

When he entered the bar, he immediately noticed the Earthican girl from the arena. She had downed a drink quickly as another was being prepared. There were more of her people drinking with her, though the mood all around was not hearty and fun but instead quiet and sad. They were all in mourning while the rest of the city went on with the festivities just outside.

Dalious ordered a cup of ale and a shot of whiskey, then sat at the table nearest the Earthicans. "I'm sorry for your losses," he said and took his shot, then turned his attention toward Laurel. "I'm glad you're okay, how is your head?" He wished he were only here to flirt with the pretty girl, but seeing her again gave him a different thought this time. She fought better than most in the arena and would prove to be a valuable ally in things to come.

It was with some surprise that she recognised the Luthran from the arena sitting near them, raising a drink in commiserating toast. Gone was the jovial, blasé attitude of a swaggering pirate that she remembered him mostly for. There was pain there, fresh and raw as her own.

Some of those she sat with cast glared at the man but she waved them down. Her actions in the arena had not earned her any favours but had won some small measure of respect, for her integrity but mostly for the surprisingly brutal manner she had downed so enemies with. Her status as a huntress, a solitary archer by nature, made others look down on her manner of fighting but when it came down to it she was just as capable at heaving to in a shield wall as the others.

"Better. And worse." She downed another drink and held out the empty tankard for a refill. It barely took the edge of the fresh pain, perhaps she was becoming too used to drinking in taverns like this. "What about you? You were worse off than me by far." She glanced toward where she knew him to be wounded before back at his eyes, seeing again the pain and anger there she knew was reflected in her own. "I'm sorry for any of yours the beast slew last night. If only I hadn't been in that damned tournament!"

She slammed the tankard down on the table, a small portion slopping free onto the table. Despite the loud sound few cast glances her way; it was probably not an uncommon sight that day to see warriors frustrated with themselves at not being there for the fight. For her it was different though. She was a huntress. Slaying beasts was her speciality and her job and when one showed up she had been incapicitated from failing to be a proper guard.


Dalious quickly took down his ale once he saw her quickly drink hers. This was no time nor place for such a drinking contest, however in his mind, he could never let her beat him in drinking. Saying nothing of it, he waved over another as well. "It's just a scratch, nothing to hold me back," he spoke of his wound. His limping had stopped and he only felt the pain again when rising from a seated position. "And thank you, I lost a dear friend. The prince of Luthra."

More drinks were brought over and he realized that he had reached his budget, so he made a mental note to cut himself off any further. "If you hadn't been in that tournament, I never would have never been able to see you fight. It is because I've seen you fight, that I may have a proposition for you. A legal one to boot." He pulled out the crumpled bounty letter and set it on her table. "My friend had this letter on him when he was killed by the beast, I look to seek it out as sort of a last will. The bandits were spotted in the lumber mill outside of town, I have a horse just outside. If we hurry we could be back before nightfall. I'll give you forty percent of the earnings, what say you?"

It would have been normal to turn down his offer, both for her and any normal person but she was not in her usual state of mind. She felt useless, failing to be a proper guard, embarassing the king in the tournament and then being too injured to fight a beast she specialised in killing, resulting in the death of her mentor and Earthican pride along with him. A defeat such as this did not suit Solveig, he should have died after glorious and victorious battle or, having run out of worthy enemies, of old age. It was the last which tempted her, drew out her usual reluctance to engage.

"Fifty. I won't have people say I come cheap." She threw back the last of the ale and stood up, ignoring the noises of concern from the warriors she sat with, and left her share of payment on the table. "Solveig needs a proper send off and I'll create a mountain of corpses to send him off with." She turned to leave but a thought, a guilty one of a Princess no doubt worried at her disappearance, struck her.

"Send word to the Princess, that I'll be back before nightfall. Don't mention what I'm doing." She add the last forcefully, knowing that should Eve find out where she was the woman would follow and that was the last thing she wanted. As capable as she was, Eve was not a warrior and had not yet learned the vital skill of suppressing her revulsion at death. Laurel hoped she never would have to, either. That was her job, to keep that from the Princess.

"Let's go. Those beasts come out at night and they rarely move completely alone, I'd rather not run into one on the way back."


"Forty-five? ...fine, fifty. Fair is fair, I suppose," he said and finished his drink. He wasn't sure she would agree so easily, but she was in a delicate state of mind as he himself was. A true warrior seeking justice when there was none to achieve, he just hoped she was as good as he thought she was. They had to be at their best, even with the injuries they carried.

"Yes, tell the princess she's off on a date with the finest Luthra has to offer," he spoke to her men as he struggled to stand up again. "Actually don't tell her that either, in fact say nothing. I was never here!"

"Agreed, lets go." Dalious opened the tavern door and headed back outside. They walked over to the stables where his horse was notched, all of his belongings in the satchel. He equipped Melchior's weapons, two finely forged steel half swords and a mini holster of throwing knives that strapped around his chest. When he was ready, he got onto the horse and offered a hand to help Laurel onto the back. They trotted out of town together, and as they exited through the city's front gates they could see more and more people entering. The place was lively, regardless of the attacks last night.

"Your princess seems to care for you a great deal," he said as they passed through the many people, reaching the beginning of the large fields outside the walls. "To care for your own, must be nice. The Mother and Father both hate me and wish to never see me again, just when I started to feel like I was growing on them. Maybe they just don't get good company."

"We've known each other a long time now. It's harder now, when she's expected to be a Princess. By rights I shouldn't be here, I'm no guard." She sighed, adjusting the bow on her back so that it didn't rub with every step the horse took. "Well I managed to piss my own king off by not knocking you out after your ever-so-chivalrous gesture. Once he's had a drink he forgets about the honour he usually abides by and turns into a berserker."

"I've met the type."

Outside of Exodus the landscape stretched out into rolling fields and hills and Laurel felt a weight she had been ignoring lift from her chest. Cities like the Exodus capital were alien to her, too full of people and too removed from nature to be comfortable. Out here she could smell the clean air, unspoiled by human over-habitation, and could see as far as her sharp eyes enabled her.

A little farther on and they passed through an open orchard, filled with many fruit trees and plants. Dalious pulled the horse over to a stop near an apple tree, getting off his horse and examining Laurel's bow. The weapon was looked down upon to pirates, as they would rather kill a man face to face."Are you any good with that thing? If you're to get fifty percent, I must make sure you're the right person for the job. Good looks only get you so far, love. Trust me I know."

He plucked an apple from the tree, took a large bite of it, then held it to the top of his head. Standing a good distance away from Laurel, he gave her a nod and stood firm. "There now, shoot the apple from my head. If you kill me, you're fired!" He was fully serious, not an inkling of fear in his mind. He was confident in her skill, though did not care were she to fail. It wasn't that Dalious wanted to die, just that he believed in his god-like luck should she be poor aimed. "Alright, lets see what you've got." He held the apple as still as possible, motioning for her to go through with it.

The stop in the orchard surprised her but she conceded his need to ascertain her skill as necessary. Brawling in a tournament under strict rules and a fight to the death where they were heavily outnumbered, when injured, would require a certain level of trust between them.

She took her bow back, restringing it and then walked several places back as Dalious took position. Then she continued to walk, far beyond what she suspected he had been thinking of, before turning and noching an arrow to the string.


"That's a bit far, don't you think?"

In one smooth motion she pulled the string up, raising the bow and, releasing her breath slowly, loosed the arrow. It had all taken under a second but her arrow flew true, spearing the apple atop his head and pinning it to the tree behind him. Taking the time to aim was something that an amateur bothered themselves with; Laurel had been practicing with the bow for most of her life and it was second nature for her to pull the string of her great warbow back and hit her target by instinct alone.

For good measure she buried two more arrows in the apple, slicing chunks off which fell into Dalious' hair along with a good amount of sweet juice. Stalking towards him she yanked the arrows out from the tree and wiped their heads on the ground before placing them back in her arrow bag, only amateurs used quivers which had a habit of ruffling the feathers of even the best arrows.

"You should probably be less trusting, Dalious. Just because I'm good with a blunted axe doesn't meant I'm as good with a bow. She swung herself up into the saddle easily and motioned for him to join her. "Of course, I'm far better with it. Now let's go take our frustration out on some unsuspecting bandits."


Dalious opened his eyes after it was over, he had not expected her to fire off more than one arrow. He breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the apple chunks from his head. Lastly, he took out his flask of rum and chugged it before responding. "Ah yes, though I'm not certain if it is trust or madness yet. Perhaps we'll find out together! Anyway, you'll do just fine." He smiled and joined her on the back of the horse. "Lets go."
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Evangeline's thoughts were still spinning from the interaction with the Primfira princess as she headed towards her room. The dress around her body began to feel so wrong, too tight, too formal. But she forced herself to ignore it. As she turned around a corner and the door to her chamber came into vision, she was glad to notice the two guards still standing outside it.

"So Laurel did not escape your watchful eyes then?", she asked them as she came into earshot. "No, your majesty." They both looked proud enough as they assured her she had not left the room. "She has not attempted to leave once she heard it was your wish for her to stay safely put."

Hearing those words Eve gave them a look that clearly asked if they were seriously that stupid. She held their nervous gaze and watched as the younger one began to sweat on his forehead. "Leave now. You are clearly not capable of fulfilling my orders. I am not surprised that she escaped you, but I have to say I expect more wit from my guards. Take a look at Laurel Mith, because she's the standard you are expected to meet." She took in a deep breath. "You tell the Captain that the both of you are not to return to my service until you have reached the strategic thinking that is required from you. And if your combating and improvising skills are any like your strategic thinking, you better not let me realize that." She waved with her hand to send them off and the two men hurried away with scared faces.

The princess sighed. If she could convince Laurel to train the new kingsguard trainees, that would make a great impact. One of the things Princess Evangeline would change once she would take the throne over from her father was the training program of the kingsguard. She had different ideas and considered their methods slightly outdated. Of course their warriors were strong, fierce and skilled. But they lacked in certain areas. If I ever become Queen..., she thought. She had a feeling that her father was not fond of her being his heir, the next ruler of his Kingdom. He would surely find a way to keep her away from the throne. Perhaps marry her off to someone who was a better leader with more political skills than she had. Perhaps he considered Aamaya to be such a person.

Evangeline pushed the door to her chamber open and found it as empty as expected. She went to close the opened window, through which her friend had escaped, and was filled with pride. A smile played on her lips. Truth be told, Eve did not expect anything less from Laurel than to flee her direct orders without a second thought. She would have been more than disappointed if her friend sat waiting for her return like a trained puppy. That was one of the reasons the two had gotten so close. Their rebellious streak was something they had in common. And Eve wouldn't have it any other way.

The woman sat down on a massive arm chair in the room. Several things were going through her mind. She should talk to her father about what happened last night. Find out what his thoughts and plans are now. Would he reward the Earthica man that slayed the beast? In what way? She thought he deserved recognition from the royal family and a reward for his braveness. So did the rest of the men that survived, in her opinion. She had to find out what exactly happened, how many died, how many of her own. A conversation with the Caption of the Kingsguard was long overdue. Not only from princess to captain, but from friend to friend. She had known this man all her life. She would have to find Laurel later that day, make sure her friend was doing alright. Laurel had not been able to help during the fight and it was only natural for her to feel guilty about that, just like Eve did. She had to talk to her about Valeri as well, later, once things had calmed down. And of course there was Aamaya, she had to talk to the princess and express her sorrow. Eve wanted to let her know it had not been her fault, she was not responsible for the lives lost. But the same voice in her head that had warned her about Valeri was now whispering that she could not be certain of that...

Eve shook her head slightly, the loose strand of hair dancing in front of her eyes. It would be a long day. The festival days had so far not been coming along as accordingly. Trouble of one kind or another had occurred on both days for her.

She rose from her seat and began to write short letters. One to her father, asking to meet with him. One to Princess Aamaya, sending her sympathy and expressing her hope to find some time to talk to her during the day. Another to the Captain, but she never finished that one. She hadn't gotten past writing his name, she didn't know what to say. Calling for him to meet with her felt wrong.

Evangeline took both letters into her hands, sealed them into envelopes and began to wonder how long it would take her to find someone of her own people to task them with delivering those letters. But as she opened the door of her room she was met with two shoulders standing on each side.

"Oh!", she exclaimed. "I see." Her head peeked to the left, then the right. Two guards were standing on each side of her door. "They at least had the wit to replace themselves. Guess they had the minimum of intellect to accomplish that bit."

She stepped out of the room and closed the door, spinning around to stand in front of her new guards. She began to look them up and down. "Shall I run and deliver those to the king and to the princess of Exodus for you, your majesty?"

"I am sorry?" Eve wasn't used to her guards talking to her. Most of the time they silently prayed for her not to do something stupid, like trying to run and shake them off. So the young voice asking confidently to do a task for her was unexpected.

"The letters in your hand, your majesty. They are addressed to the King of Earthica and the Princess of Exodus. Would you like me to make a run and deliver them for you?" The confidence within the voice captured Eve's attention.

The princess stepped closer to the warrior that was now tasked with guarding her. "What is your name?", she asked. The other guard was starring bluntly ahead, trying to not lose his posture and looking quiet uncomfortable.

"Maiya Adisa, your majesty." - "How old are you, darling?" - "Nineteen, your majesty." - "I like you, Maiya..." Eve smiled slightly. "Most of my men fear to look me into the eye, they must think of me as Medusa. I guess they fear that it will encourage my rebellious impulsiveness." - "I do not fear. I solely respect your majesty." - "Oh stop calling me that!" - "Would you like me to deliver the letters, princess?"

Eve looked at the letters in her hand and shook her head. "No, thank you. I think I will have the statue next to you do it." She handed the letters to the perplex looking 40-something warrior. He did not seem to understand the world anymore. "Be quick. And make sure to get an answer for me from my father." The man looked at her with one more confused look, questioning if she was serious, but quickly beginning to hurry away when she raised her eyebrow at him.

As she looked back at the young Maiya Adisa, the warrior looked back at her. Maiya tried to hide it, but Evangeline could see that she was disappointed. She had wanted to do something more exciting than standing in front of a door all day, delivering two messages to royalty was certainty a little more thrilling than that, and it would have given her an excuse to move her body from this stiff posture. "Don't let your emotions show, young warrior. I can see that you are disagreeing with my actions and you are never to show your disagreement on your face. Understood?"

"I apologize, princess Evangeline. I did not mean to seem doubtful. I trust in your judgement completely."

"Oh but you do not, do you? You thought you did. You thought you knew me. And I have disappointed you. I have not acted as you imagined me to." Eve looked at the brown eyes of Maiya. They showed openly what she was thinking. "You have a lot to learn, Maiya. I find a liking in you. Which is why I send that old bloke to play fetch with my father. You are coming with me. I have to visit someone."

She began to walk and Maiya hurried to catch up to her. "But your chambers, princess, they are unprotected!"

"There's nothing valuable in there anymore. It does not need protection. Your skills would be wasted on an empty room." - "Intruders and assassins - " - "Will not be hiding in my closet or under my bed. It is risky, highly unlikely really." - "Poison." - "The statue will return to guard it. Does that sooth your worry?" - "By a fraction, honestly." - "It must do."

Evangeline requested Maiya to guide her to the chamber of a certain person and Maiya was prepared enough to know her way to their destination without a single doubt. They walked through the castle, down some stairs and Maiya led her through corridors, all while having one hand at the sword strapped to her side. Eve noticed that her sword was shorter and thinner than those of the men. She wondered if they had given her a lighter one because they thought a female couldn't handle it. But as she walked after Maiya she quickly began to notice how she moved her feet. Light and quick, with a definiteness that she seldom saw in her warriors. The warrior was aware of every step that she was taking. It reminded her of herself. Eve had always preferred weapons to be light and thin, so they would not slow her down on her feet. While she was trained in wielding a sword, she excelled in other areas. Daggers, throwing knives and her bow and arrow being her preferred choices of weapons.

She made a quick note to keep an eye out for Maiya Adisa. She seemed different. And Evangeline liked that.

They soon reached the chambers of the Captain of the Kingsguard and Maiya took her position at the side of the door. Evangeline knocked and waited for an answer.
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The sudden downpour of rain meant Avidan no longer felt as if he needed to travel back to the palace. His quarters upon the ship would suffice for the night, and it meant he could sleep without feeling as if he was going to be attacked in the night. Call him paranoid, or call him a survivor, he did whatever it took to live longer, even if it meant being petty.

He had awoken to a flurry of activity in the early morning. Luthran sailors walked hurriedly and avoided his gaze. He could not find Drot, or the two other Luthrans he had banished back home, which was good. He would have to speak to the captain to figure out what was really going on.

After a brief discussion, one with more grunts then actual words, Avidan learned that a bear attack had occurred in the night. Many of Exodus’ guards were dead, and so too were Earthican’s own. He had shaken his head at the news, such mutated animals needed to be exploited from distance. It was the only reliable way to fight them, either that or pray you can run fast enough. He had many scraps with the mutated in his travels, most had been wolves and the only time he was ever afraid was when he had come across a creature that resembled a lion, but with several eyes, fangs far to large for its mouth, and bat-like wings. He didn’t like to think about it, but if such a creature as that were too attack a town, then surely all would die trying to defend themselves.

Luckily, it only sounded like the other kingdom’s had lost men, which he could live with. That was until he was told of the tragedy that had befallen the Mother. Melchior, Prince of Luthra had died. He had pushed aside the messenger who had delivered the report and swiftly made his way to the palace. Though he had never truly been fond of Melchior, such a loss did not go unnoticed upon him, and his anger was boiling. It had always been Exodus’ fault for such a tragedy, but now it was personal. Now, there would be repayment or else. His plans would be bolstered by this, if he could push it in the right direction.

Having shoved those thoughts from his head for now, he eventually found his way to the Temple that housed the dead. There had had been told, Angeline grieved. Now was the time for such a thing, later would be the time for action.

He found her, laying her head atop of Melchior’s chest. Her arms clutching at her son, desperately hoping for death to free him. He said nothing as he approached, and The Mother did not move her head.

Yet she spoke all the same, ”We Thanatos are no strangers to death, its always such an abstract concept. It happens, we see it happen, we even cause it and yet when someone dies that we are close to, that we care about, our facades turn to agony. she paused sighing, before looking up at Avidan with red eyes. The makeup around her eyes had streamed down her face, seemingly forming a river of black. Angeline spoke again, her voice broken and full of sorrow, ”He was my son, one of the only people I ever cared for in life. The last words I ever spoke to him were of chastising his behavior. He shall never know what he truly meant to me, for he died with only thoughts that his mother hated him. I… I cannot bare knowing such a thing…” Angeline said as she broke down again, then falling towards the ground in a heap.

Avidan had listened intently, with a neutral expression on his face. He was not a stranger to such pain, but all those he had ever cared for died a long time ago. Far too long ago. But as Angeline fell, he mustered his old swiftness and managed to catch her before she injured herself on the floor. There she cried, there he held her. It was a strange thing to him, in all honesty. He had never married, had never had a woman to call his own, nor sisters to be a brother too. His mother had died early, and his only experience with women were that of a sexual nature. This was none of that, therefore, he knew not what to do in such a situation. But Avidan was no fool, and even his hardened heart could express comfort if needed. So, he continued to hold her with tense muscles, and Angeline buried her face in his chest as he wept.

After a long time, Avidan finally spoke. His voice was softer then normal, yet still held its gruffness, ”Angeline… He Knew. No matter your differences, no matter what was spoken between the two of you, he knew that you loved him in your own way. Now come, no longer should you tarry here with the dead. Prince Melchior shall be safe, I promise you that.”

He waited for a moment but heard no reply from her. Thus, Avidan stood, and made his way slowly out of the temple, and into the palace proper. Stopping on the way only to threaten guards into watching over Melchior’s body. With a little help from a servant, Avidan was directed to the shared bedroom that he had not slept in. Standing guard were two Luthrans, who seemed to stand straighter when they saw the Father.

They opened the door, and Avidan walked over to the bed, gently placing Angeline under the covers. Her eyes were closed, but he knew not if she was sleeping. He would leave her there to rest, telling the guards to station one of themselves inside at all times and to bring servants to help the Mother with any task she required. This was heeded and Avidan went on his way.

He felt many mixed emotions, chief among them was anger. Most surprising was that he only felt angry that Angeline had been hurt so deeply, that Melchior had died in a kingdom that had promised them safety. If this place did not have the means to protect itself, or its guests, then he would take matters into his own hands. First there would need to be reparations for their prince’s death and Exodus would be held accountable. He would make sure of that.
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Sooner then later, Dalious' wound began to bother him again. It felt like it had reopened with every bounce of the horse, so he slowed them down to a trot and gave Laurel the reigns. He rebandaged it while they continued to move along, the afternoon sun shining brightly overhead. "We have to slow down," he told her. "Less I bleed out before we get there. Worry not, I'm still in my prime."

Laurel said nothing as Dalious saw to his wound, taking the reigns without much of a response. She had a sense that the man had little care for his own life, less so than before when his jovial attitude had at least had a feeling of something more behind it, and her policy was to not interfere with the feelings of an acquaintance. They dismounted after a short time in the trees, the sounds of the forest familiar to her although this was not one she had visited before.

The trees they passed were thicker and more dense, as they moved from the main roads to the dirt paths spread across the valley. Dalious followed the directions he was given by the store clerk back in the city, so far without a hitch. He checked his weapons again briefly and hitched his horse up loosely. "From here we go on foot, it's still a ways ahead but we should use the cover of the trees. Do you have trees like these in Earthica?"

"Aye, we do. I've spent most of my life out in woods like these." She could feel tension she had not realised was there fading from her mind as the scents and strange coolness of the forest welcomed her."They're more home to me than any city."

They journeyed on foot deeper into the forest, light filtering down from above in a dappled pattern as it passed through the leaves illuminating their path. Her sharp ears could already isolated the sounds of life around them, creatures scurrying through the undergrowth and birds navigating the maze of treetop branches above them, as she fell into her natural state of alertness. She even began to move more lithely, instinctively stepping in such a way as to not leave marks of her passing while searching their surroundings for any unusual signs. Dalious seemed less used to woods like these; he certainly did not have the bearing of a hunter as he trooped along the path leaving dozens of indications of his recent presence.


"I've only camped and hiked the woods of Luthra, miserable cold and many things that want to eat you," he started. "Though none of it would be a problem for you, seemingly. With your bow, I mean. I knew you wouldn't miss. When I first saw you in the arena, even in the healer's room afterward, you had this unquestionable confidence about you. It may have been hidden with everyone that was there, but I noticed. You'll need that confidence again here shortly. These are ruthless cutthroats and trained mercenaries, show them no mercy for they will show you none."

"I know what I'm about, that's all. Being in that tournament... it was the wrong decision as a guard but being there in the arena at least felt natural. All of this politicking in a foreign city sits wrongly with me. Some may say that the nature of a warrior is no different to that of a guard but such people are fools." She stopped for a moment, turning to Dalious as he picked his way through bracken she had slipped expertly through. "You understand, I'm sure. Not all fighters can be tarred with same brush. I know my business but others' is as foreign to me as this city of the snake-eyes."

"Right, my hair requires a special kind of brush," he joked while moving through, combing his hair from his face with a hand. "I understand, and I thank you for joining me."

As they drew closer they went higher, up through the hillside overlooking the valley. The lumbermill would be just beyond the ridge now, but there were no sounds coming from the direction. Only the wind could be heard as it whistled through the trees, everything else was silent. They reached a vantage point of the mill, where Dalious pulled out a spyglass from his satchel and peered below. He looked for awhile at the site, just a bunch of lumber piled up in certain areas. There were shacks and cabins forming a half circle around the yard at the base, with the tall trees surrounding all else. A long dirt path led uphill from the base to a flattened surface on top."Seems no one's home. I'll take a closer look, maybe you should hang back."

Dalious made his way down the hill and into the yard. He could see signs of horses trampling about the dirt, their trail led off and away toward the hills. Upon reaching the shacks, the next thing he noticed was the blood stains in the dried grass. The trail of blood led around the cabin, where Dalious stopped in his tracks at what he saw. There were body parts littered everywhere, all of them hacked and slashed to pieces and spread out. A few of the bodies had arrows in them, while some of the heads were scalped. From their clothes Dalious instantly knew that the corpses were the gang, many still wearing red flags at their belts. He took a few steps around, taking in the carnage.

Bo, the man that led the gang, was in three halves right before him. His severed head stared up blankly at Dalious, the cuts clean and smooth. Dalious whistled for Laurel to hear, indicating for her to join him. Whoever or whatever killed them, they weren't after the bounty. "Well, easiest coin I've ever made."

They reached the lumber mill and immediately the land felt wrong. Wildlife reacted to the presence of humans in predictable ways, often skirting its way around inhabited sites while learning to what extent it could encroach upon the occupied land. It pulled back but was never absent, the more brazen creatures quickly returning to live alongside humans and there were signs here that that was the case but she could not sense anything. Silence reigned nearby, the cawing of avians behind them distinct against the utter absence of the sounds of life before her. There was a stillness which felt wrong, too extreme even when a new settlement was established and shocked age-long ecosystems into change.

Working on instinct, she dropped lower to the ground, reading her bow but not yet noching an arrow as she circled around the lumberyard while staying in the shadows of the trees. Dalious was clearly visible walking into the shacks, clearly intent on something she could not see from her vantage point so she moved further around, listening out for anything that contravened her every instinct warning her of imminent danger but animals were steering clear of the settlement in a way which unnerved her.


Dalious heard a grunt somewhere in the slew of bodies. Then once more, the sound aching of agony. Dalious quickly tossed torsos aside until he found the source, one of the gang members was still alive though with fatal wounds. The man coughed out a spit of blood as he eyed Dalious helplessly.

"Who did this to you?" he wondered, though showed little care beyond curiosity.

The man opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, only more blood came out, then tried again. "Sti- Still..." he coughed again.

"Still what?"

"Still...still here!" the dying man said and pointed outward.

Before the pirate could think again he heard the object fly from beyond the trees. Just by reaction, Dalious pulled out one of his swords and swiped in its way just in time. His blade clanged and deflected the thrown object and it fell to the ground, a throwing star forged like he had never seen before. Arrows and more throwing stars soon followed, so he dropped to the ground and slid in between the bodies as cover. They struck the already wounded gang member numerous times, though he died from the first that made contact. A few seconds longer and everything stopped. From his position he had no clue where Laurel was, or who was attacking him.

There were at least three of them, one stayed in the shadow of the tall trees while the other two simply walked out in the open and toward Dalious' position. They wore completely black garbs that covered their entire body and face, save for slits opened for breathing and seeing. The two rushed in quickly while the third continued to fire arrows toward him. His options were limited as he used the gang members bodies as human meat shields, staying lying down to avoid the onslaught from the trees. The faster of the two ran up with a raised katana, standing just above Dalious and heading in for the killing blow.

After circling round far enough, momentarily she lost the pirate when a long shack obscured her view but soon found him again, she could see clearly the signs which he had been following. The remnants of a slaughter, brutal and exaggerated in every manner, was strewn around in a space between the buildings nearly on the far side of the yard from where they had entered. Dalious whistled but Laurel stayed put, slowing noching an arrow on her bow while scanning the shadows below the trees in front of the pirate. Death often unnerved animals but it never took them long to start scavenging which meant this was either fresh or something else was keeping creatures away.

That something made itself very apparent by attacking Dalious, missiles she could not properly make out spinning out toward her companion but he managed to scramble for cover without injury. The assailants left the cover of the forest, dressed in strange garb, before two of them charged toward the concealed pirate while the third watched. They were skilled, their presence concealed from Laurel until their attack, but they had also not noticed her, leaving their flank open to attack.

Her first arrow took the one who had remained behind in the neck, the deep twang of her warbow vibrating through the lumberyard even as the second arrow took the man standing above Dalious, weapon raised, in the shoulder. She forced the final assailant to dive for cover with a close miss, the arrow punching part way through the wall of a wooden shack with a dull thud less than foot from their head, before slipping back into the forest and circling toward where the attackers had come from.

It was darker in this part of the forest, the trees closer together, but she could still clearly make out the lumber mill and hopefully Dalious would be able to make use of her distraction while she set up in a new position. Three attackers had shown themselves and she had killed, wounded another but there was no telling how many there really were. She intended to surprise any hiding in the cover of the trees before they could do the same to the pirate and if there were none then she would cut the remaining two down from behind before they could locate her.


The one charging fell backwards and onto their back when Laurel's arrow struck him. He fell a few feet from Dalious, while they both rose to their feet simultaneously."Now we're both wounded, fair is fair," Dalious said and unsheathed a dagger while the one across from him did the same, the arrow still stuck in his shoulder."Who are you?" Before Dalious could even finish the sentence the man rushed forward in attack, but the pirate tossed the dirt he held quickly and direct into their eyes. While they were distracted, Dalious drove a hard elbow into their head and knocked them down again. "You've got some explaining to do, mate. How 'bout-" Within a split second the ninja flipped a pill from his hand into his mouth. He started to choke, and thirteen seconds later the poison had burned through their insides and out the mouth and eyes. "Well, nevermind then." Dalious reached down and took off the mask, from what he could make out it looked like a young boy.

North of the mill, upon the green hillside, a few horseback riders could be seen. Then more and more, most of them wearing the same garbs. The top of the hill would soon be littered with them. Dalious was just on his way toward his partner when they blew a soft horn, catching him still in his walk. They were probably close enough for Laurel to hit, though there were far too many if they were to give chase. Most had bows themselves, the archers being held back by one man's hand.

In the center of them all was a white colored stallion, and atop sat the leader of this clan. The leader wore differently, he was cloaked in a black and blue samurai armor. His head was helmeted with a mask that bore a smiling dragon as design. A few others wore similar armour to him, though of different colors. The leader held out his hand to still his men, and then they stayed there for awhile. Dalious counted in the twenties before they moved again. He was a long ways from them, Laurel even farther, but he did not need to be within hearing distance to know what the leader said as he pointed at them. "Kill them!" The entirety of the clan rode forth.

Dalious winced, then started to limp-run in what he hoped was Laurel's direction. "This is not exactly what we had in mind, but only the enemy has changed," he spoke as if she could hear him. "Fuck me, I'm gonna die here!"

The riders reached the yard with arrows at the ready, Dalious had altered his direction though. Instead of the forest, he went upward and through the mill. Every time he peaked his head out from cover an arrow came flying near to him. He continued, hiding and maneuvering through the large stacks of lumber. The higher up he went, the dirt started to feel like mud.

He reached the top of the mill yard in good time, immediately rushing over and hacking off the straps that held a lot of the wood together. With the katana they cut like butter, though there were many that held it in place. The wood began to creak from just losing a few, but it all still held together for the moment. Dalious lit up a smoke while he sat and waited behind the bundle stacks, quickly taking a few hits while the horseriders came up the muddy path. "And here...we...go." Dalious slashed the next strap and they all went thereafter, rolling down the hill in great speed and number. A few of the horseriders froze dead in their tracks, then were crumpled and broken under the branches. Those still at the base circled around and ran for the trees, a thick cloud of dust obscuring the yard as each piece of lumber smashed into things near the bottom.

Just as Laurel rounded to the far side of the lumberyard she caught sight of the assailants massing on the hill. They were on horseback and she could make out at least two dozen of them. A leader arrived at their head, his position clear from the distinctive blue armour he wore, and they held for a time. She used that brief respite to pull a dozen arrows from her bag and rammed them point first into the ground before her. As she readied the first on her string the enemy charged forwards. Dalious had the sense to flee although being separated was probably not a good idea.

Tossing aside her anxiety she let herself go to work. The bow thrummed deeply, a sound which when massed was referred to as the Devil's Harp for the destruction it inevitably hailed, as she ploughed arrow after arrow into the charging mass. She aimed for horses in the front row, lessons from long ago resurfacing; when facing a cavalry charge make obstacles between you and them. Ditches, low walls, streams. Where that wasn't possible then turn their fallen into obstructions, dying horses screaming and flailing had a habit of disrupting a cavalry charge and often killed their riders in their panic.

Her position became compromised as the riders who made it through her volleys surged into the small settlement, some dismounting to better navigate between the buildings. Laurel picked up the final arrow she had plunged into the ground and shifted back into the foliage before heading round to near where she had seen Dalious disappear to.

A tremendous crash sounded from the battlefield and she wondered what on earth the pirate had managed to do but shook aside the questions; she could ask them later if they both managed to survive this. She could not hear any fighting but it was clear that neither she nor Dalious had been yet caught, frustrated yells from their pursuers resounding back and forth as they tried to locate their quarry.

Sounds up ahead made her pause, dropping down into the bracken and freezing in place just as a pair of the assassins crept past. Their garb seemed well suited to hiding in dark places but in the woods on a sunny day they were less hidden than they might normally have been and, although careful, they did not move silently. Laurel carefully placed her bow down, drawing the hunting dagger from her waist carefully before pursuing the two, quickly catching up to them without either noticing her presence.

She smiled grimly as she rammed her dagger through the back of the rear's skull, dropping them with barely a sound and slicing through the second's throat as they turned to see what had was the source of the noise behind them. She paused for a moment, hearing something from above, and barely moved out of the way in time for a third assailant swept down with a long bladed sword. They were quick and alert to her presence now, taking no chances as they pressed against her bad footing. She retreated, narrowly avoiding the knife but she was no match when it come to this kind of close quarters combat and it wasn't long before she was hit shallowly on the arm.

Knowing that she had no chance if this continued, Laurel growled, letting them inside her guard before slamming bodily into the man. They rolled in the undergrowth, Laurel managing to climb on top and pinning him to the ground but not before he managed to stab her in the side. It was not a deep wound, not life threatening but painful. Before they could attack again she grabbed the assailant by the head, pinning it back and ramming her dagger through their eye up to the hilt. They struggled for a moment longer and then were still, allowing Laurel to rise unsteadily and retrieve her weapon.

Wiping her blade on the latter's clothing and returning it to its sheath, she returned to where she had left her bow and continued on without encountering any more entering her domain. For that was what the woods were and while she was in them these would-be assassins were at a severe disadvantage, as long as she didn't let them get the drop on her again. Blood oozed down her side, wetting her leather jerkin and trousers red but not impeding her movement any.

Finally she located Dalious, at the highest point of the mill with a scene of bloody havoc below him. She left the woods, loosing an arrow at a man charging on horseback at her before taking up her dagger and finishing off the few dazed warriors extricating themselves from Dalious' trap. From one of them she retrieved a quivers of arrows still in useable condition and slung it over her shoulder. Temporarily free of opponents she joined Dalious at the high ground and noched an arrow, gazing at the still numerous enemy readying themselves more cautiously down below.

"What's the next move? I've got maybe half a dozen good arrows left and then this poor excuse of a fletcher's work. There are some in the woods so we can't escape that way. Well, you couldn't anyway and I'd leave a lovely trail for them to follow with this wound."


Dalious kicked at the corpse he had just sent to the afterlife when Laurel found him again. He took off the mask and showed her, then looked down at the ones running up the hill after them. "These are boys, not fighters," he informed, taking out the last of his bandages and handing them to her. "The weapons are expertly crafted, but the skill is novice at best. They kill themselves when defeated, probably brainwashed by that one." He pointed to the leader below. "I'm going to go have a little chat with him, keep them off me."

"A boy with a dagger is just as deadly as a grown man. The suicide is a bit unnerving though." She accepted the bandages gratefully although it was hardly the time or place to start patching herself up, not will the enemy still lurked at least, so she slipped them into a pouch at her waist for later.

Nodding to Dalious, she emptied the quiver she had looted and rammed the arrows head first into the ground before her, the whole sheaf of them, and noched one of her own arrows on the string. The difference between them was like between a toy and a sword, hers made of tempered steel and almost half a foot longer than the ones these assassins used but a shortbow would struggle to release the heavy-hitting arrows she preferred.

The pirate engaged a group at the foot of the hill and she watched as he danced death amongst them, despite his injury. Despite his rough exterior and inability to emotionally engage with near enough anything, the man was a skilled warrior and she could only admire the technique with which he dispatched his enemies. Seeing one of the assassins raise a bow at the man she dropped them calmly, the force of her arrow jerking the whole corpse back down the hill. Dalious turned and gestured to her and she shook her head with a wry smile; there was something oddly charming about a man who seemed so carefree on the battlefield.


Dalious used the high ground to his advantage. While they struggled to climb toward him, he swiftly moved from side to side striking and defending. His wound flared up again and he hesitated mid fight, barely avoiding a lethal stab. He was able to knock away the weapon, then struck the attacker down. Three more ran up quickly behind him and three more just as quickly were shot down by Laurel's bow. The horseriders formed a half circle at the base of the hill in wait for him to reach the bottom.

Body after body slid back down the mud, so they took to the shacks and fired arrows. Dalious cut down two more on the hill before taking one of the corpses and holding it up as a shield. By the time he reached the horseriders the human shield was covered in arrows and Laurel was picking off the last of their archers.

Focusing, she noched another arrow, this time from the poorer stock, and began to take out assassins who had crowded onto the precarious rooftops of the shacks. The others facing Dalious seemed to have stopped and the pirate clearly gestured for her to do so too although she completed her sweep of the bow armed attackers before lowering her bow. Truth be told, she was glad for the break as her arms and shoulders were aching at the constant pull and release of her great warbow; the wound in her side was beginning to make itself felt a little more as well.

"Here I am," Dalious spoke to the leader, holding both his daggers high. "We came here to kill the men you already killed, so what's the bloody issue? Why are you fighting us?" There was a pause in the chaos and then the leader rode forward and dismounted his stallion. The others stood in watch as he then unsheathed his katana and made a stance. "Alright, you can get it too." He held his hand up to still Laurel, if she were planning on attacking.

Dalious crossed his blades and nodded from his stance, taking note of the weaknesses in the armor. "Say when." The samurai rushed in and attacked, keeping Dalious on his heels in defense. He was able to block a few strikes, but this one was more skilled then the others. The leader knocked one of his daggers away quickly and cut in with the other, mildly slicing the pirate across the waist and then reseting. Then Dalious pushed forward, but the samurai quickly read his attack and deflected his blade, while simultaneously tripping him to the ground. Raising his katana high, the samurai went for the kill but was caught by surprise when Dalious kicked him hard in the genitals. In a swift movement, the pirate picked up his fallen dagger and stuck it into the leader's throat while he hunched over. Dalious picked up the katana and looked toward the others as the armor'd man slowly died. "Your leader is dead, go home."

Another samurai with a lighter blue armor rode forward and removed his mask. His face was older and scarred, his hair dark black and tied up into a knot. His face looked expressionless as he gazed on Dalious, then upward the hill to whoever was helping him. "You and your men fight well," he spoke, his voice relaxed but commanding.

"I have no men."

"And you did not kill our leader," he continued. "Our God leads us."

"Like I said before, we came to kill the men that stayed here. There's a bounty..."

"Those men are irrelevant to our cause. They thought they would be able to join us, but their sin was too heavy. You are also irrelevant, though your skills have earned our respect. You may leave here alive, we will not pursue you further." The man put his mask back on and started to part away.

"Which kingdom do you serve?" Dalious asked.

"Death to all kingdoms," the man said, then they all rode off back into the trees beyond the hills.

Dalious watched them until they were gone from sight, then turned and looted the dead samurai. Inside one of his belt pouches he found a letter, and upon opening it up he saw that it was an invitation to the Exodus festival. Keeping the sword, he made his way back up the hill to where Laurel was.

She watched the pirate fight the supposed leader whose skill posed a challenge but Dalious had a few tricks up his sleeve, suited to a battlefield like this and certainly not accepted under duel etiquette. A brief exchange followed between the actual leader and the victorious pirate and the assailants departed, leaving behind their dead and their victims alike. She watched them go cautiously, waiting until the last of them had disappeared amongst the trees before relaxing fully, just as her partner joined her at the top of the hill.

"They're leaving us alone, but I dare say we'll see them again." He showed the invitation to her. "I think they're going to the festival, bunch of madmen. He said 'Death to all kingdoms'. All kingdoms just happen to be there, though it is no concern of mine anymore."

"Surely they can't expect a repeat of this when surrounded by skilled and prepared guards?" She gestured at the remnants of the lumberyard works below as she read the invitation Dalious had shared with her. Her immediate thoughts were for Eve's safety but she calmed herself, remembering that at least Ultfic would still be present should the strange attackers beat them back to Exodus.

"Who knows, maybe we set them straight. You gave them quite the scare, I've never fought alongside anyone with such talent. I've only one question left to ask of you...will you marry me?" He smiled in jest, which faded when he remembered that she was hurt. "Are you okay?"

She pulled up her leather jerkin, struggling to bandage herself without fully removing it, as the pirate talked. The joke took her by surprise and she threw her head back and laughed.

"Oh, pirate, we'd have some strange adventures as a married couple! I'm fine but I've been better. If we're going to run into them again I need to be in full health, maybe actually wear my damned armour as well." She struggled with the bandages for a little longer before sighing with exasperation. Holding them out toward him she grinned devilishly, an amused glint in her eye. "Care to fix me up a little?"


"My lady," he said with a nod. He began to wrap the bandage around her wound, being as careful as he could not to mess it all up. He tried to reenact what he witnessed Thyrri the healer do for him, though she probably would have yelled at him for doing it wrong.

"Final kill count, I believe I downed nine of them," he told her proudly as he finished up.

"Couldn't tell you. More than a dozen I can tell you are definitely dead. Maybe half again wounded? With an arrow in them most tend to die off anyway." She glanced down as Dalious tied the bandage up, gently amused at how careful the otherwise free spirited pirate was being. "You need to tie it tighter, no point if it doesn't put pressure on." She winced as he followed her advice but it felt more secure once he was done; she moved around a bit to make sure the bandages did not slip and that the wound itself would not impede her too much.

"Well, I only counted the lumber log spill as one but that was at least four..." he had to add in. His hand rested on her warm skin for a bit to long so he turned his attention toward one of the horses that had survived the small battle. Dalious took its reigns and offered them over to Laurel.

"At least we have two horses now, you'd make it back quicker on your own," he told her, knowing that she had duties in the city. She had people that needed her, unlike himself of which he just realized he was again homeless. "I'll only slow you down, besides, I have some heads to collect before I follow. I will find you again to give you your proper coin, I may be a pirate but I always pay my debts." Truth was, if he were with anyone else he would have ditched them and kept it all for himself. There was something about this one though, something that made him want to see her again. "Maybe I'll even join you Earthicans in rank, I am after all a free agent now. Lord knows I don't belong to Luthra anymore."

Gratefully accepting the reins of the horse, she stroke its mane and spoke to it in a low voice to calm the creature. The horses the assassins had used were clearly used to the battlefield but a sudden change in ownership often had a detrimental effect on a steed. Luckily, she had always had a deft touch with the creatures, probably in large part due to her general affiliation with the non-urbanised parts of the world and the wildlife which lived within in.

"Just be careful you don't get jumped by any they left behind. They strike me like a lot to abandon their wounded." The coin was of little importance to Laurel, even if she had forced the pirate to concede to an equal split between them; the principle of the matter and her own reputation were more serious to her. "I can't say the king would be overly welcoming of you but I'm sure I could persuade Eve to provide a place for you. The way the old man's drinking it won't be long before she's sitting on the throne as it is." Accepting help, she heaved herself up into the saddle and wrapped the reins around her hand, leaving one free to grab her dagger should anyone try to surprise her on the way back through the forest.

"Take care of yourself, Dalious. I'd like to take you for a drink some time so don't go and give any more people an excuse to kill you, aye?" She gently pressed her heels into the horse's flanks and it obeyed her happily enough, setting off at a slow pace. Laurel directed it to go around the lumberyard, lest the carnage in the centre panic the already nervous creature, and raised a hand in farewell to Dalious until she entered the treeline and could no longer make the man out.


"No amount of them could stop me from that drink, I'll give my word to that" he said and waved as she left. Then he went back down to collect some heads.
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The soft morning breeze making its way in through the window that was left ajar overnight made the curtains dance as if they were wild waves on a beach. The sunlight glimmered through the fabric, causing Yadeera's eyes to open, although her initial reaction immediately after being awakened was to squint. Her eyes scanned the unfamiliar room, that which she recognized after a few moments. It had been one hell of a night, after all, the notion reinforced by the massive, slumbering body which lay next to her. The bedsheet rose and fell with each breath the man took, and she caught herself staring just past the hemline, where his back and shoulder muscles were on full display. Down from her angle, the medium skin tone seemed to contrast quite nicely against the white material. Yadeera didn't have any issues remembering not only his face, but his name as well.

Luka suddenly stirred, as if reading her thoughts, and she took the chance to slowly snake her hand up his side until it finally came to rest on his waist.

"I can hear you thinking a kingdom away," his voice, still heavy with sleep, shattered the silence. Yadeera smiled, intertwining her leg with his. His voice alone was enough to melt away any deviant thoughts currently floating around her head, much to her disadvantage. Before she could respond, Luka turned around to face her. "Come 'ere," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her as he held her close. Yadeera remained still, enjoying the moment as she listened to his heartbeat. She gladly welcomed the warmth his body produced, not necessarily because she was cold, but because it was a feeling too often absent in her life.

"Good morning to you too," Yadeera finally responded, her voice slightly muffled. Luka chuckled, squeezing her a bit harder before pulling away to let her breathe. "Shall we have some food, or can you afford to stay in bed a while longer?" she went on, looking up at him.

I'm rather starved...and I do get to see you in that dress again. How about we eat and we'll see where the day goes?

"Alright, we can do that."

Yadeera gave him a quick kiss, pushing some of his hair behind his back before she pulled away to get dressed.
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