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[color=6ecff6][b]"Fortune favours the bold, and our darkened world needs all the fortune it can get. But I am, what I have to be. Zephyros then? Curious name. But I suppose the wind has guided you here for a reason. Each soul within these walls play a part in a grand play, which shall determine the fate of this world. You may think it mere ravings of a madman, or you may indulge yourself in the possibility…"[/b][/color] Gadez softly spoke as he walked slightly closer towards the bars separating him and Zeph.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Guts hm? We all have them. When it comes to self-preservation though, none is more adept at it than the King of Aurelia. I pray that Prince Flynn has inherited that part, but not his heart. There's many curious traits in that bloodline though, sometimes the apple falls very far away from the tree. Perhaps to someday become a tree itself with apples of it's own? The prophecy isn't quite what it seems to be. Then again? How many things are? Could you discern the truth from the lies?"[/b][/color] The blonde man chuckled, and dragged his right index finger along the bars as he walked.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Despite how well barred something is, even at the smallest of gaps, things can slip through. However, you need not worry that I would somehow break out of here. I put myself here at my own discretion. I'll let you in on one of a few reasons, as you seem to be a good listener. Earlier this day a boy approached the princess. Darkhaired and dark-eyed, hungry and with quite the gaze. One can only wonder what intentions he had in mind. I know his ilk, the kind whose overly eager to prove their mettle against other wolves, but what if said wolf was growling at a bear? A very sly bear."[/b][/color] Gadez allowed himself an amused smirk as he pointed his finger at his forehead.

[color=6ecff6][b]"That boy will no doubt come looking for me, and what better place to trap a wolf, than in a cage... with a bear. If said boy will not give chase, then I am not at a loss. For I have free lodgings and my other reasons keeping me well placed in the chapter which we all find ourselves, Zephyros the breeze. Including people who seeks the dangerous knowledge which some would label as... truth."[/b][/color] He momentarily turned around, his gaze over his shoulder as he walked around the cell, throwing a momentary glance at the small barred window of the cell far above.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Now to your question... what is Dawnhaven? It is a trap, but also a staging ground. To the two kingdoms, a loss of an heir would be reason enough to wage a just war. But what if you could in the same stroke as you lose your golden beacon, also have the opposing kingdom attack the place to subdue the growing threat. That is the blightborn. Neither kingdoms' citizens would feel at ease knowing there's a wolf den in their backyard. Would you let your children out to play, knowing fully well what's out there? People can easily be ruled by fear. It has been a thing of the past, and will always sadly be a part of human nature, to fear that which we find foreign... obscure... anomaly."[/b][/color] He blew some air through his mouth and stretched his arms slightly.

[color=6ecff6][b]"If Lunaris attacks Dawnhaven and Prince Flynn dies, then Aurelia will not only have remnants of Dawnhaven on it's side and a weaker Lunaris, they will also have a reason to see the kingdom of ice and snow… burn. Aurelia however will not attack Dawnhaven unless Dawnhaven itself manages to eclipse Lunaris. Thereby becoming the larger threat. I find it highly ironic that the weapon which Aurelia relies upon, the blight, is the same weapon which may cause it's undoing."[/b][/color] He allowed himself a laugh and set his blue eyes on Zephyros.

[color=6ecff6][b]"My loyalty lies with Dawnhaven ultimately. Regardless of what it may think of me. Because the blight, despite the pain and suffering spread across our world, has done the unthinkable. It has allowed people to see past the two sides of the coin and realized that there's an edge to a coin too. And now we are standing upon it, hoping that it will grant us the future, that neither warring goddess would let us have willingly."[/b][/color] He held his hands behind his back as he gave another smirk, taking a moment to pause before continuing.

[color=6ecff6][b]"If the sun returns to how it were, with either kingdom as the ultimate victor, we would be all thrown back into the endless loop. The wheel of time. Only difference is that all blightborn would be destroyed, either by the return of the bright skies or by people who will not accept them. They claim they seek a cure for the blight? The cure is already here under their noses. Acceptance. Like one has to accept that nothing in our world is truly eternal. Not even the divine. What does matter in the end, is what you lived for... or died for. In my case, I am here to make certain that Dawnhaven will prevail, no matter what ending that is awaiting. But that is what makes life thrilling isn't it? Not knowing the truth from the lies."[/b][/color] He quickly turned around, his hair swaying in the air as he almost took on a sinister facial expression.

[color=fff200][i][b]"The lynx in shadows silent, keeps a hidden truth… it softly weeps. The heart of alchemy it holds, the secret turning stone to gold. With eyes that shimmer brighter still, It guards the key with iron will. An oath written in ink upon the skin, a mark of death and father's sin, an olden secret kept within. For all whom lay eyes upon it, has the knowledge to turn the stone to gold."[/b][/i][/color] The gardener almost chanted, like he was reciting some text from an old tome.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Hahah… ahh… now imagine if someone like yourself were to simply drop a key. Now that would be a certain way to make a particular champion very, very sour. Quite tempting isn't it? Well… accidents do happen. I am certain my younger brother would understand once he finds the time. Hopefully he found the princess in time." [/b][/color]He chuckled and went over to sit on the bed in the cell, crossing one leg over the other.

[@The Muse]