Chapter 12.5: Demon's Reign: Run- Ins

"You are Krielin Lux Lucis, daughter of Vefin Lux and Rachelle Lucis. I come with a delivery, a plea, and a quest." The messenger of the Council, gold-tinted and fair haired, with a wound robe of butter yellow, handed the fugitive king a small slip of a paper like object. Exquisite, furling designs covered the face of it, like a mysterious message encrypted. A five point star was inscribed in the middle, its sharp edges contrasting the furling design. "That is a seal, embedded with the leftover fragments of the Lady's power. It will weaken demons, daemons, or any evil," she explained, "and with that, as well as the Aureus Telem, you will defeat the One-Of-Nameless-Darkness."

"Aureus Telem? One-Of-Nameless-Darkness? Oh, messenger, what do you beseech me to do?" Jarald watched as Kriel grimaced.

"Will you do as told?" The golden lady brushed off his question like a fly.

"...I will.." The answer sounded as if it was dragged from the king.

"Very well. The Council expects you to fulfill your promises..." And with that, the messenger disappeared as if she was mist.

"Oh wonder, chosen one." Jarald applauded and ducked to avoid a fist thrown by Kriel.

"I don't need your sympathy." he said, sarcastically, and sauntered off, simmering.

"What's de Aureus Telem, Jarald?"

The twin shrugged. "I don't know."

Seriya's eyes sparkled. "It could be a unicorn!"

"Seri..I don't think unicorns exist."

"No, they do. I read about them. They exist in the upper northern regions! I've always wanted to see one! Maybe the Aureus thing is a unicorn!"

"Uhm...okay..." Jarald awkwardly responded. Seriya's stories, whether truth or fiction, always overwhelmed him.

(lolunicorns)

It took about half an hour for Kriel to come back. He offered on reasons why for the delay, nor did Jarald question him. The three saddled their horses and made their way through the forest's maze of undergrowth. Seriya did the scouting.

"We turn...left here. Now right. Left, continue north, then right."

Despite the birds chirping and Seriya's voice ringing, the other two party members remained in stony silence. Jarald fiddled around with his chain lance, something he managed to acquire from Duke Javer. Kriel just mutely followed Seriya's orders, staring off into the distance or glancing at the seal.

This continued for some time until Epona stopped in her tracks and almost threw off the distracted Kriel.

"What's up with the traffic?" The twin also had been almost jolted from his seat when his horse paused suddenly too.

"Thank Iranor! You almost stepped on us."

The party had come upon two children, but with crystal ornaments hanging from their heads.

"Looks like we ran into some elves."

"Elves?!" Seriya jumped down from behind Jarald. "Lemme see lemme see lemme see! Awww, they're so cute! Hey wittle guys, are you lost?"

"No, no..." The female responded.

"Of course we are! Don't leave us two poor children in the forest." The male elf's eyes became big as a doe's and they welled up with tears.

"Reinor.."

The male elf just whispered something in her ear.

Kriel huffed. "We're not taking them. They're perfectly fine on their own." He remounted his horse and looked back at Jarald.

Who was being slaughtered by the male elf's pity look.

"Oh, please don't be serious. Especially you of all people."

"Sor-sorry..." The female elf whispered. "Reinor's kinda lazy..."

"Ah, oh well."

"And I think he revealed some secret of yours."

Kriel startled. "Oh... Peruses.." He stopped Epona and jumped off, and grabbed Reinor off the horse.

"What did you say. Elf."

Reinor's eyes welled up. "Oh please don't kill me lovely mam. I didn't do anything bad."

"Confirmation?" Jarald was sitting smugly on his horse, with Seriya staring curiously at Kriel. The twin raised an eyebrow.

"Anything you want to tell us...?"

"Not, not at all! You can't believe elves." Oops... Kriel thought, as he realized the slip of his tongue.

"Ah. So the elf was right."

Seriya scrutinized the stiff Kriel. "So you really are a girl!"

The king just responded by throwing Reinor into a tree.

"Don't leave me!"

"Shocking surprise, isn't it." After the two of them climbed the tree where Reinor was hanging from, and rescued the elf, Jarald and Seriya discussed the new information.

"But Kriel-san didn't confirm it."

"Seriya, it's kind of obvious the he--she is by the way she was acting."

"Besides!" Reinor quipped. "Elves don't lie!"

"But Jarald, she's not girly to be a girl. Kriel-san doesn't look like one."

"Well, let's just say, looks can deceive."

Chapter 12: Demon's Reign: Run -ins

Kriel held up the slip of paper- no, some mysterious material. Exquisite, furling designs covered the face of it, like a mysterious message encrypted. A five point star was inscribed in the middle, its sharp edges contrasting the furling design.

A gift.

From the messenger.

"You are Krielin Lux Lucis, daughter of Vefin Lux and Rachelle Lucis. I come with a delivery, a plea, and a quest." The messenger of the Council, gold-tinted and fair haired, with a wound robe of butter yellow handed the fugitive king a small slip of a paper like object.

"That is a seal, embedded with the leftover fragments of the Lady's power. It will weaken demons, daemons, or any evil," she explained, "and with that, as well as the Aureus Telem, you will defeat the One-Of-Nameless-Darkness."

"Aureus Telem? One-Of-Nameless-Darkness? Oh, messenger, what do you beseech me to do?" Kriel was wary, and confused. Wary because Council affected persons often met a bad end. But he could not refuse. Yet, Kriel did not know what the messenger was talking about.

"Will you do as told?" The golden lady brushed off his question like a fly.

"...I will.." For no other path is available, he thought sarcastically to himself.

Which led him back to this point.

Kriel had no clue what the Aureus Telem was or who this foe One-Of-Nameless-Darkness or whatever cliche name that could be given to the enemy was.

What was even worse that Harald and Sol decided they wanted to tag along.

Even as he was sitting, they were already playing a guessing game of figuring out the cryptic message.

"Maybe...it's some magical sword thing!"

"That's quite close. But I still think it's this invincible golden dog that breathes fire and water and can do really cool backflips!"

"Harald...I think you're off by a big margin."

"What? It can destroy a darkness thing with its shininess!"

"..Right. It's probably a weapon of some sort."

"I still think it's a dog. Or some magic bread that banishes darkness!"

"..."

Kriel wanted to bash Harald's head in. Instead, he got up and saddled Epona.

"We're going."

"Where?"

Sol sighed and smacked his face with his hand. "Nore. Hound."

"Oh, right."

"Looks like we have to head through Albist first for supplies and things." Harald was sketching out a rough path, hand occasionally jerking as the trotting horse jostled him.

"I don't think heading into a town is a good idea..we're being looked for, remember?"

"Yes, but Lo-, Kriel, your uncle gave us some garments." Sol piped up. "They're not much of a disguise, but I think it'll do for now."

"What do we have?"

"Uhmm..." Sol scratched his head. "Black shirt, some white jacket with this symbol...same with the pants. Harald managed to get his shawl..thing."

"It's not a shawl."

"Whatever it is. Anyway, we're covered, so I assume the other garments are for you."

"Mhmm...Harald, right or left?"

"Left!" A voice rang out.

"Thanks."

"Thanks for what?" The twin stuck up his head from behind the map, confused.

"Didn't you just say-" Epona can to a sudden stop and Kriel lurched forward. "Whoa girl, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong~"

"Wha-huh-did-did your horse just talk?" Sol exclaimed.

"We talked!" The trio looked down to see two small children, or rather, two children with weird crystals decorating the sides of their heads.

"I believe that they're elves..." Kriel said. "Quite. Moving on."

"Wait! We can't leave two kids in the forest! They could get lost."

"Harald, they're elves. They're perfectly capable of finding their way."

His friend, however, agreed. "Lo-Kriel, I think we should take them with us. They look so miserable...so...cute?"

"What." Kriel looked back to see the male elf making doe eyes at Sol and Harald. "Oh please, don't tell me that you're going to fall for that."

"I'm Reinor!"

"I can't believe we're bringing along more company. Especially elves." Kriel sighed as the female elf clung onto him. "This one is okay though, however we could have left that one behind."

"I'm Reinor! Not 'that one'" The male elf pouted, his crystal adornments sagging.

"Aw, lighten up Kriel."

"No, I will not 'lighten up'. How are we supposed to travel incognito with elves?"

Sol thought for a moment. "That's something to think about..."

"I'm sorry." The female elf finally whispered. "It's all our fault...we wandered too far away from our region and walking back was going to take days."

"Miri! Don't let her get to you!"

"Yeah! She's just a big- wait what."

"Harald, uh, I think you're getting gender confused along with the elf." Sol commented.

"The meanie is a she!"

"I am not a SHE."

Harald laughed. "Of course Kriel can't be a girl! If he was, he would be too flat!"

"Rifa." The twin was thrown off as a fireball blasted him off the horse.

The two beasts wheeled to a stop and watched as the twin tumbled head over heels and landed in a pond.

"Well." The charred face of Harald looked up at the king.

"Hmph." Kriel just shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets. Well, her hands.

"This has been an eventful day..." trailed off Sol, as Kriel shot him a menacing look.

"I told you the meanie was a she!" Reinor exclaimed cheerfully.

Notes: WOOT, DONE WITH HARALD.

Now I gotta do Jarald.

Dear gosh, this chapter cracks me up.

Kriel is a girl. She'll explain things in the next chapter. YEAH. NOW I DUN HAVE TO FEEL IMMENSELY AWKWARD WHILE WRITING HE INSTEAD OF SHE!

I'll post a picture of Reinor.

Chapter 11: The Demon's Reign: Start

"Think he's gonna be all right, Harald?"

"Mhm."

"Harald?" Sol was worried about his friend's condition, for he seemed listless. "Still..worried about your brother?"

Silence. Just the creaking of Sol rocking his chair filled the silence.

Sol watched the twin stare forlornly off into the distance. He had been quiet altogether, but Sol could almost see gears turning in his head, plotting the path needed to be taken.

Harald was desperate. Desperate to find his brother.

Wheels of fate or not, the plans were set in motion, and Sol knew there were going to be collisions on the way.

At that moment, Kriel came down the stairs.

"You're about as helpful as an adder!" The twin was in the process of arguing with the seething king, who finally lashed out at the last toss.

BAM

The fist collided with such force that Harald was thrown onto his back.

"Ah, ah, Harald!"As Sol stepped down to help up his friend, the twin spat out some blood, and glared at Kriel, who rubbed his knuckles.

"Need another beating?" the king snarled, for he had lost all sympathy. Then, at the moment, a pair of arms grabbed, or rather, clung onto him from behind.

Kriel considerably stiffened and turned to face a pale girl with chestnut hair. "Marie..." before he trailed off, as if in wonderment, and walked away from the scene.

"Lady!" Sol scrambled to his feet as Harald stared at the girl in confusion. The he also jumped up and mimicked Sol's bowing position.

"Who is she?" he furiously whispered.

"Don't you ever know? It's the ki- Kriel's sister. Younger sister. She can't talk for some reason."

Rubbing his bruised jaw, Harald just grimaced. "Maybe it's because her older brother is such a scary guy. Ah, but a fine lady needs some flattering."

Sol just sighed.

"Ouch!" was the cry that rang across the open garden.

As Marie applied salve to Harald's bruised jaw, Kriel crept under a tree.

He did not think there was a need to apologize, and decided to keep out of sight until the matter was taken care of.

Kriel, as he leaned against the rough bark of the tree, watched the twin grin ruefully at Marie, who gave a shy smile in return. Sol had somehow acquired some paper from somewhere and was now sketching either the two or the scenery of the garden; Kriel couldn't tell.

There was a slight pang of envy though, resounding in his heart, that the twin had some skill to make Marie smile, even just a bit. The noble felt, with some resentment, that he could not do the same. All he caused was misery.

Keeping away, Kriel wouldn't cause damage. He wouldn't be able to be a symbol of devastation, a constant reminder of the lost. He knew Harald despised him for his meddlesome plans that caused the loss of his brother. Maybe his sister also despised too for that faithful day.

Not that Kriel would ever know. She never spoke to the distressed noble.

Kriel, lost in those thoughts, didn't notice that Sol had glimpsed him. Sol stood up and walked over, carrying the sketch.

"Hey." he said, startling the absorbed figure.

"Why stand here? You'll be much better company if you join us, rather than lurk around." Kriel shrugged, a look of uncaring inscribed on his face.

"Not very good company, I am."

Sol just held out a hand. "Quite yet to be proven, I daresay. And your sister would probably much more cheerful. Oh, and maybe you'll want this." Handing over his sketch, Sol then turned around and walked back to the two, who were looking at Kriel.

Harald then waved and called. "My apologies and ignore what I said. Come join us?"

Kriel was hesitant, but he ended up walking over to the three.

"Hrrrm." Harald stared out the tall arched window. "Looks like our king left." The two squires had overslept and missed Kriel's departure.

"You could always, well, stalk him." The duke, Javer, noted with amusement.

"Great idea!" The twin leapt off the window seat and grabbed Sol's arm. "Comon! We're following him!"

Javer chuckled as the two ran down the stairs, and smiled a bit. "Looks like our child has finally gotten some good comrades, Faleboro?"

"Dear, it seems so." The lady stood up and brushed off her dress. "I'll see if I can gather some supplies and such for them."

"Don't forget the package from our old silver guardian," the duke called after his wife.

"That's..."
"Something I have foreseen." Kriel said grimly. "But I did not expect it to be this early..Proditus seems to have gained some power...but what? I do not know."
Harald rose, determined. "Then Jarald could be in danger! And Seriya! Silvyren! Everyone else! We need to rescue them!"
Kriel sighed. "Our small group is not enough...and I don't want to risk Duke Javer. The other Dukes and Duchesses are probably not going to show their support to a fallen king.."
"Then, what other options are there? Cowardice?"
"Harald!" Sol sprang up to apologize for the unheeded insult. "He's-"
"Don't worry about it. I can understand." cut in Kriel, "Well, there's only one thing. We ride to Norehound."

(And Harald and Sol stalked Kriel with the whole story starting/picking up from this point. Da beginning.)

Chapter 11.5: The Demon's Reign: Start

Kriel woke up to dancing, colorful lights pouring through a stained glass window.

Where...

Then he panicked.

No, they couldn't have possibly seen that...

"Ah, Krielein. About time you woke up, dear." The warm voice of his aunt, Lady Faleboro, and the smell of rosewood and lavender calmed him. There was still the nagging suspicions though.

"Aunt, did..?" His slip of regal speech showed he was still a bit worried.

Faleboro chuckled, bringing over a cup of milk tea. "Of course not, my lovely child. I did promise your mother, and most importantly, you." She clucked. "I may be old, but I'm not forgetful of my promises."

"Mistress, you're not old." The lady shook her head, silver-black locks of hair tumbling, and smiled.

"Ah, I can feel it in my bones. Your uncle, well, let's say his humor hasn't improved. Ge liah." she added, in Alosian tongue, "and your company is keeping heat at the dining table. The lad was worried, as well as the daughter."

Kriel looked around. "Uh, mistress, do you have...?"

Faleboro chuckled and handed Kriel a worn black shirt, as well as faded grey baggy pants, with an indescribable symbol decorating one leg.

"Mistress, you always have everything ready."

Jarald was leaning on the velvet chair he was sitting on, crossing his arms as he went on watching Seriya stuff herself with all the fruit she could eat. Figs, grapes, apples, as well as exotic fruits all went down her throat.

"I like fru-tsu." Seriya cut him off before he voiced his thoughts.

The squire raised an eyebrow, which quickly turned into an impassive face as Kriel trotted down the stone staircase in the corner of the dining room.

"Hey." was all he greeted.

"Is Kriel-kun feeling better now?" Seriya asked, toying with a strawberry.

Kriel shrugged, casting an indecipherable glance over the stone faced Jarald. "I suppose so. Lady Faleboro works wonders with healing. Enjoying the fruit?" he asked in return, delicately plucking a grape from the plump bunches. The girl watched mesmerized, as Kriel unconsciously peeled the purple skin into a flower shape, split the meat into four parts, and popped it into his mouth.

"Hm?" said Kriel, when he caught Seriya staring at him.

"You eat funny."

"Or maybe he's just showing off." The annoyed voice of Jarald cut through.

Icy silence, dense as the air before a storm, hung in the room. Even Seriya was nervous to slice the cold quiet between the two.

"..Whatever." Kriel stalked off.

Jarald just resumed leaning in his chair, as Seriya drew her eyes towards Kriel.

"Jarald?"

"If it's gonna be about the bloody king, I don't give a damn."

"..Can we follows him and saw where he goes?"

The squire almost toppled.

"Why not?" he grunted.

"Who's that?" hissed Seriya, almost leaning further to get a better look.

"I dunn- careful Seriya!" Jarald watched Kriel greet a young girl, with fair skin and chestnut hair. Her sapphire eyes seemed to reflect despondency, and as Kriel held out a hand, she avoided viewing his face and clasped it.

"Ooo, maybe it's a lover?"

Jarald almost choked, silently laughing as he recalled a "romance" scene performed several times by a knight in love.

"Well, unlikely that he'll get a fiancée, too much of a undecided lad, mates."

The mortal feeling of terror almost resulted into the two shrieking in fear. Amongst the short chapter of chaos, Kriel and the girl had disappeared.

"Curiosity, my friends?" Duke Javer raised an eyebrow in mock teasing.

"It was Jarald's fault!"

"What?"

Duke Javer just chuckled. "Well, to satisfy your appetite, that's his lovely, delicate sister. Ah, but by some reason, she's mute. Won't talk. Krielin feels as if it's his fault and taken upon himself that she gets better. Ah, it torments him so..." With that, the man waltzed off, leaving Seriya and Jarald in respectable silence.

"What do you think Kriel did?"

"Did?" Jarald shrugged. "Dunno maybe, something horrendous? Like killing something?"

"Jaaa-rald." Seriya hugged herself a bit. "Don't say that. Make me sick."

"Can't think of anything else."

"Still wanna follow?" Seriya gestured down the hall.

The squire hesitated a moment. "Sure..."

"Marie..."

Soft silence covered Kriel and Marie like a cloud. She just grasped his hand tightly.

"Does the Duke and his Lady treat you well?" he inquired, and Marie nodded. Her deep blue eyes were misty, like a veil of rain covering her window to the world.

"I'm going to go away for a while, sister." There was a pause. "And maybe...I'll find something to make you happy again."

Her head tilted, Marie looked up with worry at the world 'away'. She clung with both hands to Kriel's right hand, as if desperate for him to stay.

"I can't stay here..I don't want you three to be in danger..." Kriel choked a bit, feeling warmth rise to his eyes. He shook his head and patted his besotted sister. "Don't worry, I'll be back...and maybe with something to free you from the cage." He awkwardly hugged her. She just closed her eyes and wept silently against the king's shirt.

"I'll be fine. I promise."

Kriel then looked around. "And..you guys, can you stop lurking?" His voice was chilling, cold fury embedded. Marie looked up in surprise as Seriya and Jarald appeared behind a pillar.

"Observant, are you." Jarald offered no indication of what he had seen. Seriya hung her head, abashed at her spying.

"It's easy to catch when you two are clumsy." Kriel folded his arms and gazed furiously at the two. "I don't need any meddling."

Marie tugged on Kriel's shirt.

"..Hrm." The king just sighed. "Well, this is Marie, my sister. She's..."

"Mute." Jarald's voice echoed.

"Yeah."

An awkward silence held in the air. Marie tugged again and pointed at the unknown twin and girl.

Seriya looked up, and grinned nervously. "I'm Seriya, and this is Jarald! He's a bit grumpy and scary, but he's actually nice." An intimidating stare from the twin shut her up, however.

"We're not friends, Marie, if you're wondering." Kriel said scathingly, obviously infuriated by the two's presence.

"We're...we're sorry Kriel san." The whispers of Seriya was barely heard as she began to be feeling bad about following Kriel and was close to tears. "It-it's my fault, I wanted to.."

"Actually, I was curious about what kind of 'activities' you did behind our backs, so I made Seriya follow." Jarald cut in before Seriya could sob. The girl just hid behind the twin, more miserable than ever. She knew something bad was going to happen.

"Great way to show trust, huh."

"It's your fault I lost Harald," Jarald spat, "your fault we got in trouble. Your fault that we're on the run. And see, it's your fault that your sister is silent, isn't it? You're just someone who cause grievances, some who causes-"

Thrawck. Kriel socked Jarald in the stomach, who recoiled in pain.

"Jarald!" Seriya tried to help the toppling twin, who pushed her away.

He breathed heavily, as the last words came out.

"You're just a curse to everyone, an infliction of misery."

Kriel, rigid, clenched fists, wanted to kill him. Kill the guy who told the truth that he'd had believed in.

He's right, you know? A mocking voice tormented his thoughts. You always cause pain, and can't even help your sister. You didn't protect her, you-

"STOP IT!" The scream tore from his mouth, and he ran, far far away from the problem, through a blur of white and blue, away from the voice.

But he couldn't run from the maddening guilt and the misery of being unable to help the one he loved.

He never could erase that memory, much less rid the shock of his sister.

It haunted him for so long, and so much. Hating the fact that he was powerless to do anything, unable to turn back that fateful day, and now he had also put someone else's life in the danger he should have seen.

It was true. He, himself, just caused misery.

But the king was still powerful.

He could get revenge on whoever had destroyed the castle and captured the twin. And maybe, just maybe, he could make Marie laugh again. Somehow, someway, just to hear her voice again.

The flames would keep him going.

Of vengeance and hope.

The day signaled a good day.

The skies were blue, cloudless, birds chirping in the concealing forest. Very few people knew of the exact location of Duke Javer's mansion. His 'other' one was just a decoy, for the Duke always believed that some strange creatures would attack them.

"They will descend on us from the night sky," he would whisper, eerily, " and destroy and take over our world as we know it. Even the Council would be hapless."

Faleboro would often remark in mock scolding. "It seems that the Council is good at keeping those creatures from us in the first place." The Duke would just chuckle and warn Kriel and Marie to watch out for 'odd beings'.

But today wasn't a day of high spirits. Even Duke Javer, whose usual child-like personality melted into grave concern.

"You..sure you want do to this, child?" He watched as Kriel saddled Epona, who was weighed down slightly with an odd assortment of supplies.

"Mhmm." The king-turned fugitive mounted Epona. "And, if I stay here, there's bound to be trouble."

"Well, child, if you ever find the need for safety, we're here." Faleboro smiled sadly. "And..you're leaving the two behind?"

Kriel shrugged in an almost casual way. "I need no help from them, and they'll just drag the trip down. And, well, we're not on good conditions, my lady." The Lady's eye raised a bit at statement, but made no speech to comment on it.

Duke Javer handed Kriel something. "It's a note," he explained, "for if you ever stop by Norehound, talk to Chief Xercendra. Norehound is a good place for, ah, help."

Kriel bowed as well as he could on Epona. "I am deeply in your debt, Duke." But all the Duke did was pat his head and laugh.

"We're family, child. Family don't owe debts to each other. If they did, the world would be one complicated place. Well, actually, it already is." he chuckled.

The king languidly smiled. "Ah, yes, it is..."

It had been about three hours since Kriel set out.

And he had to admit he was lost.

"Peruse's teasing, haven't been here in a while..." It was unsettling being lost in the deeper area of the woods, and becoming slightly harder for the king to fight off panic.

Then there was a crash. And a swear. "Revior's curse."

Kriel hated his luck.

"I'm coming." The third time. The third response. Kriel just gave up arguing.

Besides, he needed someone wise in the ways of traveling.

"Do as you wish."

"I will." The fugitive's irritation sparked a bit at Jarald's snide response. He massaged his nerves, and paced. Wondering if he was going to go mad from such a companion like this.

"Kriel, I mean, uh Lord?" Seriya was feeling uncomfortable in the tension between Jarald and Kriel.

Kriel just smiled grimly. "I'm not a 'Lord' anymore, Seriya. Proditus has taken over, it seems. And is out for our captures."

Chapter 10.5: The Demon's Reign: Destruction

Jarald and Kriel woke up in a panic as the cries of "Fire!" rang along the hall. The two stumbled out of bed, and Jarald raced off along the corridor.

"Jarald!" Kriel scampered after him in the smoky, choking air.

"We gotta find Harald!"

"Room's left, quickly!"

The two did come upon Kriel's room, but it was wrecked. The door hung awkwardly on the hinges, and inside, papers and books were scattered across the floor, decorated with splatters of ink and shards of gleaming glass. Shevles were toppled over and the desk was broken into long slivers. You could barely see the red rug under the disarray.

"What..." The twin was taken aback.

Kriel grimly picked up one of the books. "Someone's been here before us."

"Does that mean they know about the.."

"Possibly..or they were after my life or something." Kriel weighed the options. "But they probably knew about it since they most likely took him alive or such.."

"We have to search for Harald!" Jarald was about to dash out the door when Kriel grabbed him by his shirt.

"No, it's too dangerous. And if they did take him prisoner, they'll be long gone by now. We have to help the others who are here."

"But-"

"Rather leave them to die then? Fine." Kriel felt he put it too harshly, but Jarald grudgingly agreed to help without seeming to take offense.

The king himself wanted to bolt in panic, for it was his fault that the twin disappeared.

A lot of people seemed to avoid Jarald's help, mostly the squires. He just shrugged and moved onto the next person, but always keeping an eye out for a hint, a glimpse, anything of Harald, face impassive, yet eyes worried.

Kriel almost felt bad for him.

Jarald always seemed a bit lonely. But.. Kriel shook his head. That's because he's a jerk.

Sometimes though, it looked like a shell of protection.

Who would be insane to dive back inside a burning building? Kriel did, of course.

"The young lad is doomed. May Frieti take his life without hurt."

Jarald couldn't understand it. Why would such a stuck-up like the king would dash inside a collapsing building just for a sake of a life?

Stupid, stupid. Such foolishness. But the courage must have been great.

He couldn't just pace there, going slowly insane with waiting.

But he couldn't go after him either.

What was he supposed to do?

Seconds trickled, minutes ticked.

Jarald just gave up. There would be no one alive in the flames.

But to the amazement of him and the crowd, a figure staggered out of the orange sea, badly burnt, holding two persons.

Silvyren had been double checking for survivors and tripped over Kriel and a servant girl.

Somehow, he had managed to find a pathway out of the flames. The trio was taken to the hastily set up hospital tent. Jarald pondered whether or not to follow them, but decided not to. No good looking like a sore thumb sitting next to people he didn't really like. Thinking about that gave him a pang of pain for Harald, and brushed off tears which were about to fall. Crying made him feel weak, insecure, and he couldn't afford to shed tears, which meant that he was giving up on his brother. Harald is still alive, a hope, something to cling on. The twin trotted off towards to shadows near the woods, when he ran into someone.

"Urk." A strong hand grabbed his shoulder.

"Are you Jarald Adau?" Emotionless black eyes with traces of danger stared down at him.

This wasn't a time for truths.

"I'm..Bruvoski...Bruvoski Cer." His enemy's name was the first to pop into his head, as he avoided the guard's gaze. His chin was roughly jerked up as the guard examined his face.

"Master told me that the twins are the only ones with cerulean eyes and brown hair."

Ravior's curse, Jarald thought, as he rammed the guard on his leg. It gave the expected result; for him to regain his buckling balance he had to let go of the twin's shoulder. Unfortunately, he was wearing armor, and Jarald felt agonizing pain from his left leg. There was to be a big bruise later as well.

Jarald limped, then dashed for the forest, groaning as his leg protested against the strain. He could hear the guard racing after him, so the twin changed course and headed back to camp, back-tracking his footsteps in order to mislead the man.

The crashing through the woods faded off into the distance as the twin staggered back to camp and ran into Sol.

"Jarald! Hurry, follow me."

"What?" He tried to, but his leg finally gave up and he buckled.

"Jarald?" Sol questioned. "Uh..need some help?"

"No...ugh, yes, stupid leg." Sol supported Jarald as they limped along towards what the twin figured was the stables.

"What happened?"

"Ran into a guard, slammed my leg into his, but he was wearing armor and I think I hurt it."

"Guard..well, uh, there's people after you and the lord."

"Figures." Jarald muttered. Perspiration broke out as he struggled to walk quicker.

Sol hesitated. "Uhm, Silvyren said that, well, you guys need to flee."

"What!?" Indignation and fury raged. "He knows I'm not gonna leave Harald behind!"

"Ah, but you will need to..sorry Adau..." Silvyren stepped out from the stable. "Besides, you're more...worth to your brother alive than dead. Free instead of captured..." the man trailed off, a bit hesitant.

"You think he's dead."

"There might be a chance..." and winced as Jarald hit him.

"No way, no way he could have perished." Silvyren rubbed his newly healed skin, still tender and subjective to easy injury, while gazing forlornly at Jarald, who had grim look of determination.

"Yes...so this is why you need to escape."

"No."

"You will go." This time, Silvyren's voice was icy cold and strict. "Otherwise, I will tie you up and send you off myself if I have to. Which would you prefer?"

Jarald was silent.

"Silvyren!" Seriya was carrying Kriel, who still retained burns from the fire.

"Ah, good timing." Kriel was barely conscious, only groaning when Seriya placed him on his horse, not exactly that gently.

"Seriya, sling this on. And you're riding with Kriel. Make sure he doesn't fall off..and please, be a bit more careful?" He winced as Seriya shoved Kriel to prevent him falling off.

"Sorry Silvyren!" The girl accepted an oddly shaped bundle and slung it on Epona, who shifted a bit uncomfortably. She then saddled the horse and awaited further orders.

"Jarald..."

The squire sighed. "..fine. But you can't bar me from looking for him." He mounted the second animal.

Silvyren smiled a bit sadly. "Nope. And, I'll keep an eye out too. Sol, I guess you ride with Jarald."

Sol silently climbed up behind Jarald, who shifted a bit. It felt a bit awkward for Jarald to be with Sol when his brother wasn't around. Thinking about it, Jarald didn't really know Sol very well.

The Knightmaster saluted them. "I guess they'll be here soon..." he muttered under his breath, wary, and glancing around. "You best leave now.."

BAM! The door was kicked open, and Jarald's horse took off in fright.

"Go now!" Epona whinnied and chased after the receding horse, and almost crushed a tumbling Sol.

"Sol!" Jarald could hear Seriya yell, as the figure on the ground stood up and brushed himself off.

"I'm staying behind!" he yelled, voice determined, "'cause I need to stay for-"

The words were cut off as the trio thundered into the night, leaving the chaotic scene behind them.

Notes:

Oh God, this is the worst writing so far.

I kept having blocks and..yeah.

Uh, I don't think I have anything to say.

Chapter 10: The Demon's Reign: Destruction

It was dark, pitch black when Kriel was shaken awake. The smell of smoke assaulted his nostrils as Harald grabbed his hand.

"Come on! Something's up!" The king stumbled sleepily after Harald as they rushed to see what was happening.

Smoke covered them like a soft blanket, intent on choking them to death. The castle was on fire, and Kriel was fuming.

"Who did this?! I'm going to hang them!"

"Kriel! Which way is your room?" Harald wore a panicky expression, and the king recalled that he was not the king, but merely acting as a knight.

"Jarald!" He dashed off, with the twin following close behind.

The door was torn off the hinges, and the room was a mess. Books were scattered along the floor and ink was split on the now darkened rug. Dresser and shelves were toppled over another. But there was no sign of the squire.

"Jarald!" Harald fruitless tried to pick among the wreckage.

"He's not gonna be here." Coughing, tears falling, Kriel covered his mouth and nose from the smoke. "We have to get out, now!"

"But, Jar-"

"We don't know where he is! And if this place falls down on us, what's our death worth to him?" Kriel's heart tore at the thought of abandoning anyone in the castle, and Jarald to an unknown enemy. He scrambled over the bookshelves, grabbed some dusty books from a box, and a scroll from the floor.

"Come on! We have to help anyone who's not awake or left behind!" The heat was rising steadily, and dragged Harald out the door. He first resisted, but grudgingly chased after Kriel, but was on the lookout for anyone who looked like his twin. The two pounded on doors, and helped others carry out the ones unconscious from all the smoke. But pretty soon, rescue would have to halt, for the flames reached the rooms and the hall. It consumed everything in its path, red hot, a hungry beast devouring the remains of a huge prey.

Kriel and Harald were helping two younger squires when one of them tugged on Kriel's shirt.

"The-there's ano-another person stuck-" He broke into a flurry of coughing as he was handed to helping hands. "No, ple-please help- kitchen-" The coughing cut off his words as he struggled. But Kriel had understood and rushed into the flames.

"Kriel!" Others tried to hold back the twin, but he plunged into the fire as well.

"They're done for..." one moaned, everyone watching as the orange flames consumed the door.

Kriel was heaving as he struggled for the kitchen. Harald soon caught up with him, and the two surveyed their surroundings.

But there was no sign of a human presence.

"Kriel! We have to go back." Harald's words were choked off as he inhaled the smoky air. Coughing, he tried to drag the king back.

"Look! There's-" Kriel too started to wheeze and cough, but he jogged towards the small figure. A servant girl huddled near the stone oven, choking on the deadly air. She let herself get picked up without resistance.

Kriel crawled back to Harald, who barely hung on. The king covered the other two's mouths as he drew out the scroll, yet to be burned by the fire.

"Ra-" and gasped, as the smoke overwhelmed him for a second. "Rafera!"

They were surrounded by a thin bubble of water which held back the hungry flames while purifying the air.

Kriel staggered as he tried to stand up. His energy was low, and it wouldn't be very long until he and the spell both collapsed.

"For the love of Irenavor. Harald. Wake up!"

The twin heaved himself to the feet, and helped carry the kitchen girl back to the door.

The door was just a vortex of flame.

Oh, Irenavor, please left myself have enough...

"Harald. Hold her. On the count of three, run though the flames. You'll be okay. One, two.."

"But-"

"Three!"

Harald left Kriel to the raging flames. There, to the crowd outside's amazement, burst through the door and collapsed.

He tried to tell them that, Kriel was still back there, just outside the door, the king still needed help...

Who was barely conscious on the floor, the stifling air covering him like a hot blanket.

I'm so sorry Marie... And lost that thread of life.

The twin jerked awake from sleep and found himself in a tent.

"Kriel!" was the first thing that tore out of his mouth, the first worry to go through his head.

"Shush, Harald. He's all right." Rough but gentle hands patted his back, and Harald looked up to see Silvyren, burned and blackened, but smiling.

"And Jarald?" Harald hoped, hoped he was all right too, but the hope fled like a fleeing deer and a sickening feeling wrenched his stomach.

Silvyren sighed, unwilling to be the one to pass on the news. "Jarald...well, I looked for him, and there was no sign. He just, vanished. Or maybe even perished.."

"Don't say that."

The Knightmaster looked down in defeat, and saw a calm smile on the squire's face. But his hands were trembling and his voice had a slight edge of hysteria to it.

"There's just no possible way..Jarald wouldn't die without telling me, right? There's no possible way.. Right, Knightmaster? Tell me, am I right?"

All the man could do was sigh. "I guess, there could be a chance..that he's alive.."Silvyren wanted to shake Harald out of his state, tell him that he would need to accept anything that happened, instead of clinging to false hopes...but it had been a long night, and dropping such a burden on someone who didn't want to believe..well, it would produce even more horrid results. But the Knightmaster hated himself more for seeing that look of relief, a look that would turn into despair-and he, a grown man couldn't bear it, never could, see others' pain, had to walk out of the tent and leave Harald alone.

He resolved to be the first to look for the twin. And be either the hero or the hated liar.

Kriel groaned as the world came to -and burning pain. Luckily, they hadn't treated him yet or the burns wouldn't hurt this much, and his clothes were pretty much intact, with a few burnt holes in the sleeves. Carefully, making sure not to attract the nurse's attention, he crawled off the cot Kriel had been on. Every step was agony, and the king had to grit his teeth in order to not let a sound escape. Laboriously, he began crawling towards the tent flap, with an occasional roll under a cot in order to avoid the nurse. The rolls were excruciating pain, with his shirt chafing his raw skin. It took a lot of concentration to not pass out underneath the beds.

Finally though, he reached the cool air of the night. Striving to stand on his feet, Kriel made his way towards the dark, safe forest.

Finally, the weary lad slumped against a tree, then winced and regretted doing so, for his wounds resounded with pain from the collision against the tree's rough bark, and even against the soft, mossy ground. He clenched his teeth and a long, low groan escaped his mouth.

Kriel then proceeded to try to heal the burns on his arms and legs, but the energy escaped him. He had never actually practiced the arts of healing magic, and also seemed did not fit the pattern for it. It took ages just to erase a single wound, and consumed so much of his little remaining energy that he almost passed out again.

Kriel almost nodded off despite the pain, for the forest was a cool, comforting place, even during the night.

He didn't expect anything to find him, much less Sol of all people.

"Kriel!" And Sol had to step back, for him shaking the king caused a wave of torment that passed through Kriel, making him retch.

"So-sorry..."

"Ugh..."

"But-but you have to get away now! With Harald!" But the words were lost on the pained, fuzzy mind of Kriel, so against all warning signs, Sol dragged him upright.

"..Leave me alone.." he moaned, as another wave of fire shook him. But Sol just slung on of his arms over the squire's shoulder, and the two began a laborious walk to the stables.

It wasn't really taken, but Sol began explaining reasons. "Si-silvyren ran into these gu-guards," Sol huffed, "and they were lo-looking for Harald and Ja-jarald, but I think they knew it was you. The-they blamed that the two of you started the fi-fire by blowing up the oven in..the ki-chen. The Kni-master think, think one of your people might behind this so they can take over." Sol finished breathlessly.

Something clicked in Kriel's mind, but the shaking and tremors washed it away.

"Ergh.." was all he could say in reply, as he threw up again, luckily not on his rescuer.

A very weary Sol and a barely conscious Kriel reached the stables, where three others were waiting for them.

"Sol and..is that Kriel? He looks no better from when I left him." Silvyren shook his head. "I don't think we can delay much time though, the guards were extremely menacing. They meant business."

"But what about Jarald?" Harald seemed regretful that he was here, and his mood showed it. "I'm NOT leaving without knowing if he's okay."

The Knightmaster sighed. "Harald, if you're taken prisoner, or maybe even killed, what use will that be to....your brother?"

"..No.. but still, I can't leave him behind!"

"..I'll..look for him, okay?" Silvyren dragged the words out, feeling worse as Harald's face brightened a bit. "We need to get going, Seriya, can you help the lord up on that horse? Oh, and take this make make sure it's securely fastened."

"Okay.." The girl hesitantly made way to the fallen king and lifted him up without a sweat, and placed him on Epona. The animal nickered softly in worry of its master's condition as Seriya also attached the long, lopsided bundle.

"Harald, take the supplies, and Sol, can you mount with Kriel? Seriya, ride with Harald." Even in this situation, the Knightmaster was commanding as always. Sol climbed up on the horse, being careful not to jostle Kriel, and Seriya and Harald mounted the other one.

"What about you, Knightmaster?"

Silvyren smiled and patted Seriya's head. "I'll be fine."

Suddenly, thumping was heard from the stable's doors. "Open up! We know you're in there!"

"Go. Now." Without hesitation, Epona took off, and Silvyren slapped the other horse to make him follow. The man then headed towards the doors without a glance back. That was the last of him they saw for a long while.

And Seriya also tumbled off the horse.

"Seriya!" But the horse wouldn't listen to Harald's panicking jerks. He just sped on.

"I'm okay! I need to be not with you guys! Jarald-" And her words were cut off.

The two beasts thundered into the night, with grim silence and dampened with worry.

Notes: Yeah, I have nothing to say.

Except it sucks a lot.

T.T

Chapter 9.5: The Demon's Reign: The Other Side of the Light (J&K)

Kriel muttered something under his breath.

"So you are one?"

Harald received a punch in the head, and while dazed, the king bent over and whispered something chilling in his ear.

All he did was stare at the king in profound disbelief.

"Well, I'm sorry of socking you in the head." Kriel actually felt a bit ashamed at his reaction, but all Harald did was nod and wander off.

"Jarald..." Silvyren dragged the squire's name, like calm before the storm. "Tell me who your partner is."

It was not put as a question. It was a statement, a command with authority, and most likely included the dishing of punishment.

Jarald just glared back with a challenging stare, willing naught to be broken.

He didn't except a break in the Knightmaster's armor of strict obedience, however.

"Jarald please..." Silvyren sounded weary and old, and a bit saddened. "I just want to know what your situation is so I can help you out."

"Why would you want to help out someone like me?" The twin was still on guard, careful, weary of this possible trap.

"You're still my student, and I do my best to help my students. And I don't want anymore harm to come to your already distraught reputation."

Jarald tried to grasp the meaning of this. Is he doing this for me, or Harald? Silvyren seemed to favor the brother, and probably just wanted to protect him instead. But the squire needed help anyway, and decided to drop the bomb.

"Well."

Sol and Seriya eagerly eavesdropped on the conversation, and were now awaiting the answers.

"Uh..Kriel is posing as Harald........" he muttered.

"Speak up."

And with the echoing answer, three thuds were heard, two outside the door and one from Silvyren toppling over his chair.

Silvyren wondered if it was a bad idea to temporarily promote the king and Jarald to knight.

The king perhaps was fine.

For just yesterday, he met the king in person

"So.." Kriel was trapped by the authority in the Knightmaster's eyes, feeling extremely out of rank. "You're playing a game of chance, are you not?"

Kriel hesitated before giving his stand.

"No. It's very unlikely that Harald will get caught, and I could pardon him, since it was my choice and not his. And he seems to smart enough to live by his wits."

"What if I decide to punish them for agreeing? And not everyone would like a king that plays games."

There was a threat in that question.

"Some might find me as someone who can learn to live like them. I will prove, however, if it comes down to such hatred, that I am fully capable of fufilling my position. And if you punish either or them.." The king trailed off.

"What would you do? Fire me? Charge me with treachery? Grant them protection?"

Such things rarely escaped the sharp mind of Silvyren.

"No, I'll just suggest that you lower the punishment since I forced them to follow my commands, for I am their upper, and they should not be punished for what they were ordered to do."

Silvyren smiled.

"You're quite unlike the others, may I say? But the two could have resisted, instead of giving in."

"Well," Kriel held out his hands in an airy manner. "let's just keep it to the fact that I threatened them."

"Wouldn't others despise you more then?"

"I'll address the issue when it comes up, not now, however."

Eyes twinkling, Silvyren laughed and held out a worn hand. "I'll gladly welcome you to the rank of knight, Lord."

The king, now relieved that the worse was over, clasped it and shook the Knightmaster's hand. "I will perform the best I can."

"Let's see you perform the best mucking out the stables then."

Silvyren chuckled to himself, recalling the face of shock on the king's face after giving him punishment before quickly melted back to a mask of unreadable emotion.

He had accepted without objections.

The Knightmaster was amused at what kind of game this whole thing could turn out to be.

It was a wonderful, tiring week.True, the two did not get any closer, for Jarald did his best to ignore that Kriel existed, but the king enjoyed being outside, instead of being cooped up in the castle.

Sol was slightly shy, and a bit afraid of the king, but once the squire opened up and showed his drawings of the areas around the castle, the two were often seen discussing good views for scenery. Kriel could not draw, but he had an eye for views, as Sol found out.

Jarald managed to frequently get into fights though, for his fuse was short, and often snapped at Kriel.

The only time he ever seemed to smile was when the young foreign girl tagged around and chatted with him.

Seriya, the mass of sunshine. She was from Japan, a place that Kriel had hardly heard of. She apparently had six brothers, all of them who were knights, and took care of her. But Seriya once told Kriel that she liked Jarald the best.

"Why?" Kriel questioned, unable to believe anyone would like the arrogant Jarald.

"Because he really nice. He know when to be nice and when to stop being nice." Seriya smiled. "He also talk about fun stuff."

Kriel was having a bit of trouble following Seriya's speech. "Fun stuff?"

"Like what he did as child. He had a lot of adventure stuff."

"Oh." Kriel couldn't imagine Jarald as being this happy ball of cheerfulness, much less being a child.

Kriel ended up mucking the stables with Jarald, for he ended up in another fight. Sprouting bruises and curses, Jarald headed towards one end of the stable, while Kriel started out in the other. The king was perfectly fine with just the company of horses, but the silence of speech became slightly unbearable.

Unconsciously, he began to sing without much thought to his surroundings or actions.

"Alori base fer,

Alori base fer,

Wen are yuv triven?

Owen de alori vien,

Owen de reques tempest rell,

Thre de emald nemo,

Der de scaruby an emarld pirth

Owen de sedir iye

De ruin sedir iye

Bea bres ve de Iranor animi

Ven alori base fer,

Yuv an alori cris,

Comel to aire

Iranor?"

Jarald had stopped working when he heard the first few notes, a bit surprised that the king was singing. He crept a bit closer to listen, and there, he was, a half smile on his face, a slightly dreamy expression.

The squire was slightly confused, for he couldn't portray the king as a singer, for he had a tendency to be cold, not, well, happy like this.

"Er.." Kriel jumped at the sudden sound. Jarald was staring at him from across the stall.

"What." The king snapped.

"That was nice..."

Kriel's face became a bit of an alarming red and he flashed around obvious flustered.

"So you think it's such a big deal for me to...sing? Oh, right, nobles aren't 'mortal' in your views." he said scathingly.

Jarald just resumed pitching out the straw and muck.

True, the week was rough with the two knights, but still it was quite a comforting week.

No one knew the dark that was lurking in the depths of the castle.

"Bring the blood to me..." It hissed, in the ancient language, yet Proditus was able to understand It, Its rank, foul breath misting the already darkened room.

It was a foul creature of fear and dark, yet even the darkness and the shadows seemed to be repelled by this..thing.

It once was a daemon called Etheran.

The Reaper, divine.

But now It was just a mass of nightmares and hell.

And Proditus fell prey to Its whispering lies of fame, fortune, power...

It was pleased to find such a weak human mortal, twisted by greed. Just like that foolish mortal years ago. But alas, something had changed him, a power of light, which mortals called love, and all went wrong. It had managed to get rid of the love, but he had run away from It.

But It decided that this time, it will not go wrong, that It will be free, and dispose of this preposterous mortal, that believed such weak will could bend such a strong creature, a wild, feral animal.

It would give him power, and watch as the pieces fall into place...and dominate once and for all.

But first, the mortal must free It from here, and get rid of that hatred light, which hurt It so long ago.

And demolish it, like that other light It had destroyed.

It grinned in insanity, and waited in the dark depths of Its prison, for Its release.

Once Etheran, and now Calicrevus, a monster of horror, a nightmare one cannot wake from, and creature of fear.

Notes: Yey! I'm done. It was originally intended to be longer, but cliffhangers are quite, good?

Yeah, I hate them too, but fellow readers, have fun! (It's quite obvious though)

Yeah, I'm not messing up on my grammar; that's just how Seriya speaks. I think I'm still rough with talking about Sol.

Kriel is NOT homosexual or whatnot. Just clearing that up, *cough* person *cough*

Horrible description of Calicrevus eh? I'll be mainly calling him It, since his name is supposedly so evil that the dark lengthens..you know, that "He-who-should-not-be-named" stuff. NOT Voldemort, the other versions.

Again, there is no America in this world, but there that screwed up American English, and there is a Germany, Japan, China, Indonesia, em, maybe some others too. I dunno. D: And I'll probably end up giving them weird names. OH, THERE'S ALSO GREECE. I THINKERS. :D

Chapter 9: The Demon's Reign: The Other Side of the Light (H&K)

"WHAT? NO!" In anger, the king punched Jarald in the face, venting out his held back feelings. Then, in shock of what he had done, he helped Jarald back up, who had fallen over unprepared. A bruise was rapidly forming on the squire's jaw.

"I'm so sorry..." stuttering, and apologizing, he tried to make up for his outburst. Jarald, amazingly, just shrugged and waved it off.

"It's fine." Gruff, and weary sounding, he got up. He was planning to retire to the room, and started head back when...

"..Wait." Kriel came up to him and whispered something in his ear, something that chilled his heart, and numbed his mind with fear.

Jarald grinned weakly, and stumbled along, wondering what kind of person the king really was.

"Well, erm...uh...Jarald is....well, he's not him right now."

"Get to the point, Harald." Silvyren snapped, quivering rage threatening to overwhelm his voice. "I'm not in the mood for a game right now."

Seriya and Sol glanced at each other with worry.

"I'm..with...the.." Harald mumbled something indistinct. Silvyren was not amused, his patience stretched thin as a rubber band about to break.

"Harald."

The air was tense with secrets.

"Lord."

"Huh? What do you-" The Knightmaster stared at the abashed squire in shock. "Sol?" Seriya whispered to the rigid squire, "who is Lord?"

"YOU MEAN YOU'RE FORSAKING OUR MAJESTY'S LIFE?"

Sol nodded weakly as Seriya stared at Silvyren in surprise.

"Huh. That's a good story." Silvyren was sitting back in his easy chair, smoking a pipe. His gleaming metallic hair seemed to taunt Harald, who was standing nervously in the room, awaiting whatever horrible punishment that the Knightmaster deemed fit.

"I should whip you for this."

Harald flinched automatically, recalling a memory of a thieving squire.

Thievery had been looked down upon, and the boy had been given 30 lashes.

The screams still rang in his ears. And dripping blood mixed with the swollen scarlet wounds

"An-anything but a whipping sir..." Pleading eyes focused on stern ones.

"Anything?"

"Ye-yes sir."

Silvyren gazed into the wavering almond eyes of Harald. "Think you can handle knight for a while?"

Completely taken aback, Harald gaped in disbelief. "Whuuu..."

"So you can't handle it?" A mischievous twinkle could be seen in the grey eyes.

"No, I mean, yes, yes sir!"

"All righty then." The Knightmaster rubbed his rubble of a beard and glared with stern authority at Harald. "You have been promoted to knight, along with 'Jarald'. I expect the two of you to follow my commands and obey any order. Come see me tomorrow morning for a private knighting."

"Yes sir!"

"Kriel!" Harald ran towards the figure.

"Huh?" Kriel, a bit lost, looked up to see Harald panting, who smirked and procceded to thonk him on the head.

"Hey!"

"That's for leaving me alone." Harald jabbed him this time, which got out another "Ow!". "And that's for making Silvyren go scary on me."

Kriel rubbed his aching head and side, a bit woeful of what the squire might do next.

"One more thing..."

"Huh..."

"We got promoted."

"Promoted...?" Kriel thought for a second. Then he cocked his head, still fuzzy with a drunkedness from using spells. "Promoted...?"

"So.." Kriel was trapped by the authority in the Knightmaster's eyes, feeling extremely out of rank. "You're playing a game of chance, are you not?"

Kriel hesitated before giving his stand.

"No. It's very unlikely that Jarald will get caught, and I could pardon him, since it was my choice and not his."

"What if I decide to punish them for agreeing? And not everyone would like a king that plays games."

There was a threat in that question.

"Some might find me as someone who can learn to live like them. I will prove, however, if it comes down to such hatred, that I am fully capable of fufilling my position. And if you punish either or them.." The king trailed off.

"What would you do? Fire me? Charge me with treachery? Grant them protection?"

Such things rarely escaped the sharp mind of Silvyren.

"No, I'll just suggest that you lower the punishment since I forced them to follow my commands, for I am their upper, and they should not be punished for what they were ordered to do."

Silvyren smiled.

"You're quite unlike the others, may I say? But the two could have resisted, instead of giving in."

"Well," Kriel held out his hands in an airy manner. "let's just keep it to the fact that I threatened them."

"Wouldn't others despise you more then?"

"I'll address the issue when it comes up, not now, however."

Eyes twinkling, Silvyren laughed and held out a worn hand. "I'll gladly welcome you to the rank of knight, Lord."

The king, now relieved that the worse was over, clasped it and shook the Knightmaster's hand. "I will perform the best I can."

"Well now," Silvyren was back to his gruff position. "for disobeying rules, you must be punished. Any objections?" he said, when Kriel was about to raise his voice in reply.

"No..sir." The word was alien in his mouth, and left a bit of an displeasing taste.

"Very well, you and Harald should go muck out the stables."

A week went by, perfect blue skies, but with a whole lot of work.

Kriel was a bit unused to such work, but active walking and wandering helped him as he was given strict training.

Harald though, tended to slack off, and was often found shooting arrows at a self-made target. Or either snoozing of the effects of incorporating elements into his fighting style, which Silvyren strictly disapproved off.

"After all," he lectured once, "if magic makes you wearier than just plain planning and tactics, what's the point of using it? Sparing magic for dire situations is the key, Harald. You also need to learn how to fight close range."

"I already know how."

"..Without honor, you're lost. As in a honorable weapon, such as swords, lances..."

"Not knives?"

Those words were lost on the often bored squire though. So Kriel ended up teaching some basic mixing anyway.

It was just a week of perfections.

No one expected a shatter of peace.

Sol rather liked the king, way better than Jarald at least. They acted slightly the same, cold, and judging, but at least Kriel was more understanding and he had more control of his temper.

He didn't talk much though, but Sol had seen him humming and smiling while walking in the garden.

The squire did not bring it up with the king, however, and instead showed him some sketches of the area.

Kriel seemed quite interested and often suggested views that Sol found immersing.

It was a bit of a relief to find a fellow appreciator of art, unlike Harald.

Kriel really wished Harald would stop loafing off for once and help him muck out the stables. It was tiring work alone, and as the king stretched out a bit, could feel the strain of his back from scooping out loads of straw and dung. He stretched out a little more, and began shoveling again. Unknowingly, he began to hum, which rapidly turned into a melody.

"Alori base fer,

Alori base fer,

Wen are yuv triven?

Owen de alori vien,

Owen de reques tempest rell,

Thre de emald nemo,

Der de scaruby an emarld pirth

Owen de sedir iye

De ruin sedir iye

Bea bres ve de Iranor animi

Ven alori base fer,

Yuv an alori cris,

Comel to aire

Iranor?"

A lingering smile showed up on his face, only to disappear when Seriya applauded.

"That was, uh, utsukushi. Beateeful?"

Kriel was a bit embarrassed at the applause, and also slightly mortified that someone had heard him sing.

Seriya, unbeknown to Kriel's abashment, hopped over the stable wall. "You have a pretty voice." Seriya smiled at Kriel. "I amu Seriya. Jarald's friend. You're, uh, Lordu right?"

"Yes, yes I am. But I prefer just Kriel."

"Kuri eh-ru?" Seriya blushed a bit. "Sorry, I'm not very good at this country's language yet."

"Where do you come from?" The king was slightly curious, for he had never seen a foreigner like Seriya.

"Jahpan."

"I've never heard of that place before."

"It is bit small." Seriya shrugged. "My family move here when I five. All we spoke was Japanese at home so I did not hear much of your lan gu ah gi. I only hear from brothers who not home much."

"Ah. Well, uh, do your brothers stay here?" Seriya considerably brightened when she heard that question.

"Yes! All six of them are knights now. They very nice but sometimes too nice."

"That's a lot of them..." Kriel, who only had a single little sister, considered the possibility of having six, older brothers. "They teach me how to fight too!" Seriya giggled and skipped around, like a child bursting with a secret to tell.

"That's nice, uh, did you say you're friends with Jarald?" He was a bit confused at the thought of Jarald being, well, amicable to anyone, even this giggling mass of sunshine.

"Yep! He's really nice, and he don't overnice like my brothers." Seriya shrugged. "I don't get why other don't like him."

Jarald..nice? It was a completely unimaginable thought, for all the squire seemed to be was selfish, biased, and a jerk.

"Maybe we could hang out sometime!" The girl grinned at Kriel, who was a bit taken aback by her friendliness.

"Sure, oh, do you know where Harald is?"

"Uhh..." Seriya pondered for a moment, and shook her head. "He might be at arrow practice place?"

"All right, I'll check there later. Nice to meet you...?"

"Seriya! I'm Seriya!"

Kriel couldn't help but smile at the childish personality of the squire(ess?). And Seriya offered to stay and help muck out the stables, which considerably lifted his spirits, and the two chattered away the wearying work.

The day may have been sunny, bright, peaceful and beautiful.

But not in the deep depths of the castle.

"Bring the blood to me..." It hissed in the ancient language, yet Proditus was able to understand It, Its rank, foul breath misting the already darkened room.

It was a foul creature of fear and dark, yet even the darkness and the shadows seemed to be repelled by this..thing.

It once was a daemon called Etheran.

The Reaper, divine.

But now It was just a mass of nightmares and hell.

And Proditus fell prey to Its whispering lies of fame, fortune, power...

It was pleased to find such a weak human mortal, twisted by greed. Just like that foolish mortal years ago. But alas, something had changed him, a power of light, which mortals called love, and all went wrong. It had managed to get rid of the love, but he had run away from It.

But It decided that this time, it will not go wrong, that It will be free, and dispose of this preposterous mortal, that believed such weak will could bend such a strong creature, a wild, feral animal.

It would give him power, and watch as the pieces fall into place...and dominate once and for all.

But first, the mortal must free It from here, and get rid of that hatred light, which hurt It so long ago.

And demolish it, like that other light It had destroyed.

It grinned in insanity, and waited in the dark depths of Its prison, for Its release.

Once Etheran, and now Calicrevus, a monster of horror, a nightmare one cannot wake from, and creature of fear.

Notes: For some reason, it's easier to write with H&K in the beginning, but I like Jarald's changes later on. (You'll find out soon.)

The chapter was intended to be longer, so next chapter will be kind of short?

I am NOT screwing up on my grammar, just writing how I think Seriya would talk.

Sol has longer time in this version. My perspective writing is off.

And Calicrevus is a name of "dun dun dun" evil, so I'll use It.

Hum, what else?

Oh, yeah.

Lol no, don't take it the wrong way. xD Kriel is not gay, or bi.

There is no America in this world, but there that screwed up American English, and there is a Germany, Japan, China, Indonesia, em, maybe some others too. I dunno. D: And I'll probably end up giving them weird names. OH, THERE'S ALSO GREECE. I THINK.

I think the quality of my writing tends to dip and rise.

Chapter 8.5: The Demon's Reign: Trials (J&K)

"Hey?"

"Mffph."

"If you don't wake up, I really don't care."

"Arrrtherrrlospski."

"Huh?"

"Mffph."

Kriel sighed. Jarald seemed to be a heavy sleeper, and would not wake up. Which caused quite a problem.

"I don't know where the rendezvous area is.. JARALD!"

"Forthyerd."

"Courtyard?"

"Mffph."

Now that he acquired the location, Kriel proceeded to leave, but stopped and gazed at the sleeping squire.

"Argh..." He approached Jarald, and shook him vigorously. Kriel didn't expect the squire to grab him and throw him against the wall.

"Ow..." The king felt sore, as if he'd been flattened.

"Oh. Sorry." Jarald had woken up, and looked at Kriel with an amused expression. Kriel felt resentment, and picked himself up and stamped out the door.

"..Not my problem." Jarald muttered to himself, and started getting ready.

"Jarald Heindikey."

"Yes sir."

"Harald Heindikey."

"Yes..sir."

(Apparantly H comes after J. Who knew? Or maybe they're just standing in that order.)

As the Knightmaster went down the row of squires, one squire next to Kriel nudged him.

"Harald, what's different with your face?"

"Huh?"

"You look pretty grim."

"Oh..uh..Jarald threw me against the wall. Still a bit sore."

"Again? He's such a bastard. How do you live with him?"

"Uhm..." Kriel didn't know what to say. Jarald noticed however.

"Quiet Barvoski." Jarald snarled.

Barvoski just sneered. "Or what? You're gonna beat the shet out of me? You know if you do that, you'll get you and your brother kicked."

Kriel flinched slightly as Jarald spat on the ground at Barvoski's feet. "I have better things to waste time on you cur."

The squire's face turned bright red, and socked Jarald in the jaw. He responded with a tackle.

Silvyen the Knightmaster scurried over to the fighting squires.

"Break it up. Now."The cold in his voice seemed to literally freeze the two scuffling boys. They stood up and saluted, both sprouting injuries.

"Jarald. Come with me." Barvoski smirked in Jarald's face as he gritted his teeth.

"Barvoski, ten runs around the fields." The squire's mouth fell open in shock, and Jarald snickered under his breath.

"Sir.." Kriel muttered. "I'm coming too..."

"Harald, you can't always defend your brother you know." He caught Kriel's determined face, and sighed. "Very well..."

"Ow.." Harald had a sore feeling in his jaw, and wondered if he was getting a toothache. He rolled over, still musing over the experience of sleeping in a soft bed. "Kriel must be unused to ours." he muttered to himself, and sat up.

The room, which seemed much friendlier in the morning light, was completely surrounded by books. Thick ones, thins ones, well-worn, new, leather covers, or just plain paper bound, they were stacked in neat piles or shelved. A small desk of cherry stood in the corner, with scrolled parchments and a ink well, while a dresser propped up against another. A small table set stood in front of a cold, dead fireplace, with a basket of steaming loaves inside. A rainbow of lights splashed across the oak floor, and as Harald tumbled out of the bed, he landed on a firm, red velvet rug with a pattern of leaves scattered around it. Besides the carved designs of the furniture, and the bed, it looked like a miniature version of the castle's library.

"I would enjoy having a room like this." Harald grinned, and helped himself to a loaf.

A scrolled parchment was placed upon the dresser. The squire broke the seal, and Kriel's fine, spidery script jumped out.

To J or H (In hope you can read.):

Considering that you have no idea what I do, I wrote down what I usually do this moon. You don't have to follow though.

First off, clothes are in a box underneath the encyclopedias. I got your measurements from the tailor's, and had garments made.

Please take care of my books, graphs, maps, and sketches. I would be most angered if anything happens to them.

Usually, during workdays, I am in the gardens in the morning, until 12 o' clock. I've arranged lunch in the courtyard, alone, so you won't have to run into anyone. After lunch, I tend to either head to the library or observatory for four hours or so. At seven, I head out for an hour outside of the castle, then retreat at eight for supper in my room. I usually wander or stay in my room until ten, so during this time you can visit your brother, SECRETLY.

Restdays are spent the same way in the mornings, and after that I wander outside castle grounds. I suggest you take a weapon with you, and saddle my horse Epona.

Pelros in the Observatory can help you if you have any questions.

Enjoy your time. You'll enjoy the food, definitely.

Kriel.

Harald chuckled as he read the last sentence. Instead of rolling up the parchment, he instead tore it apart so no one else would be able to find it.

He searched for the box, found it, and clothed himself.

The squire left the room, and headed for the gardens

Kriel waited outside of the Knightmaster's room, feeling a bit sick from nervousness.

He had been standing there for a while, hoping Jarald wouldn't get in trouble, since he was complete ignorant of squire matters.

In fact, it was like an esoteric lifestyle to him.

"Hey Harald!" The king almost jumped in shock upon hearing soneone's call.

What do I do!?!?!? Kriel started to panic, as a boy and a girl approached him. Fortune though, seemed to be on his side, for Jarald just walked out the door.

"Oh-" was all he could get before the girl tackled Jarald.

"Seriya!" The boy rushed to pull her off. "Sorry again."

To Kriel's amazement though, Jarald just grinned, and brushed himself off.

"Hai Jarald and Harald kun~" Seriya squeaked. She lengthened her r's, which led Kriel to suspect she was a foreigner.

"Hey Seri. Hey Sol."

Sol was looking over 'Harald' with a searching gaze. He tried to clear his throat several times.

"Uh..Jarald, I dont-"

Kriel cut in quickly. "I gotta go. I'll see ya guys later." He sped out of the hallway, leaving the others in stunned silence.

"So, right, Sol!" Seriya giggled. Both of them turned to the apalled twin for explanation.

"That Harald is not Harald?" The trio jumped at the voice of Silvyen as he came up behind him.

"I-I can explain." Jarald stuttered as the three questioned him with their stares.

He hoped Kriel wouldn't mind.

Meanwhile, Kriel was heading towards the castle's library, still a bit frizzled after the near revelation of his status.

But he didn't feel confident that Jarald would be able to explain.

Arghh, I'm such an idiot, he cursed himself. The king then stopped, feeling the chilling shivers as if someone was watching him.

"Anyone there!?" he called out, voice a bit high, mixed with panic and nervousness.

Nothing answered.

Kriel shrugged and tried to convince himself that it was all imagination, that his nervousness made him believe something was watching him.

But in a corner of his mind, suspicion still lurked, trying to warn him. The sense of foreboding grew larger, and he decided to get that.

Before he head to the storage rooms, Kriel looked around one last time, giving into his suspicions, but there was nothing there..

"Lira Avol." Kriel muttered the words under his breath while picturing light, and sure enough, clear blue hovering ball of light appeared around shoulder height, lighting up the dark weaponry.

He had felt foreboding, as something bad was to happen, and decided to arm himself.

He stumbled a bit, tripping over boxes that he thought were shadows.

At the very corner, the dark hid a long slim box made of ghostly white ivory. Red rubies ornamented the box and glimmered in the bluish light, shimmering mystically as if they were burning with flame from their hearts.

"Lova Aril." The light went out, leaving the king in darkness. But not for long.

He blew gently on the box, and it responded with a warm glow of crimson

Something inside it clicked, and out slid a glowing, but very faintly, sword, similar to an Italian style dueling rapier. It was silver from tip to hilt, and a ice blue sapphire was set. Words were written, and as Kriel tilted it, they shone in gold.

Moda Quade Necess ne neque ol Calig

Only when needed and never for darkness.

"Never for darkness, huh." Kriel smiled grimly. "No one ever stays pure.."

And with that, Kriel sheathed his mother's sword in a black sheath. "Lira Avol." And left the weaponry.

The box shut with a sigh, as if it was in reminisce.

Kriel abruptly met, no slammed into Harald in the hall.

"Ow.." The squire rubbed his arm, and Kriel felt as if he'd been thrown against the wall again.

"Oh, hey."

Harald grinned. "What's been up so far? Enjoying the new life?"

"It's just the first day." Kriel didn't have anything new to say, except for that lingering feeling.

"Have you've ever felt as if you're being watched, Harald...?"

Harald frowned and scratched his head. "...Not at all."The king sighed in relief, but it caught in his throat with the next words, "but, on the day we switched, I thought something was watching me..."

Kriel felt hurtingly sick, as if he had come down with a stomach ache. The world whirled and threten to overwhelm him, and it was moments before he heard the twin's next words.

"..been bothering me lately, but what made you pale when I gave you our story?"

"Huh?" Kriel tried to recall...and was met with the painful memories of the past. Darnit. Harald might see him cry, and that might give it away. Darnit, no, no, you fool!

Unfortunately for Kriel, Harald was a keen observer.

"What's wrong..?" Harald had never seen Kriel in a state like this so far. He always seemed cold and far, from the clutches of the warmth.

He was reminded by a small memory, of his mother, with the same style of guard, and position.

In fact, Kriel acted exactly like she did, when she was hiding something of pain.

He wondered why he never noticed before, but the king's posture bright images of Seriya to mind.

Feeling immensely off guard and awkward, he uttered the question. "Kriel...are..you a girl?"

Notes: WHEW. I think this is shorter than Chapter 8 by a bit, poor poor Kriel, he gets the question twice in both paths!

I feel sad for Jarald too. Mercy of the trio.

Lol Epona again.

As you can see, Seriya still has a fail Japanese action. Wow, you can see a lot of Kriel's thoughts here.

I don't know if you can tell if a person is a girl or a boy from how they're acting.

COMMENT PLOX.

Chapter 8: Demon's Reign: Trials (H&K)

(Note: The letters means that this story section is Harald and Kriel, and Jarald is taking the King position.)

Harald woke up with surprise when he discovered that Jarald was not sleeping above him.

Then everything from the day before came back. He wondered if Kriel would throw him against the wall like Jarald did. He looked quite muscular under all those clothes.

Peering over the edge, he saw, to his surprise, that Kriel was already awake. The king seemed lost in thought though, as if a daze.

"Lord?"

The king looked very surprised when he spoke.

"I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

"No, no, not at all.."Kriel shook his head as if he just came in contact with reality. "Just, was..thinking about something."

"I thought nobles sleep in."

Kriel grimaced. "I dunno about the others, but I certainly don't. I rather not sleep away my days."

Harald chuckled."You'll certainly won't..."

Jarald woke up in shock. He wasn't in his room. Then he remembered the "stupid deal about a noble's business" he made yesterday.

"Arghhhhh. Can't believe I did that." Jarald cursed himself for stupidity, and resigned himself to look at his surroundings.

The room, which seemed much friendlier in the morning light, was completely surrounded by books. Thick ones, thins ones, well-worn, new, leather covers, or just plain paper bound, they were stacked in neat piles or shelved. A small desk of cherry stood in the corner, with scrolled parchments and a ink well, while a dresser propped up against another. A small table set stood in front of a cold, dead fireplace, with a basket of steaming loaves inside. A rainbow of lights splashed across the oak floor, and as Jarald rolled out of the bed, his feet touched a firm, red velvet rug with a pattern of leaves scattered around it. Besides the carved designs of the furniture, and the bed, it looked like a miniature version of the castle's library.

"Huh. Quite simple." Jarald helped himself to loaves on table, and rummaged through the dresser. Nothing was of his size though, so he shoved it closed.

A scrolled parchment was placed upon the dresser. The squire broke the seal, and Kriel's fine, spidery script jumped out.

To J or H (In hope you can read.):

Considering that you have no idea what I do, I wrote down what I usually do this moon. You don't have to follow though.

First off, clothes are in a box underneath the encyclopedias. I got your measurements from the tailor's, and had garments made.

Please take care of my books, graphs, maps, and sketches. I would be most angered if anything happens to them.

Usually, during workdays, I am in the gardens in the morning, until 12 o' clock. I've arranged lunch in the courtyard, alone, so you won't have to run into anyone. After lunch, I tend to either head to the library or observatory for four hours or so. At seven, I head out for an hour outside of the castle, then retreat at eight for supper in my room. I usually wander or stay in my room until ten, so during this time you can visit your brother, SECRETLY.

Restdays are spent the same way in the mornings, and after that I wander outside castle grounds. I suggest you take a weapon with you, and saddle my horse Epona.

Pelros in the Observatory can help you if you have any questions.

Enjoy your time. You'll enjoy the food, definitely.

Kriel.

After finishing the letter, Jarald started to roll it back up, decided better of it, and tore the paper into shreds. He searched for the box, changed, and headed to the gardens.

"Jarald, you're on time, I see..." Kriel gulped when he heard the twin's name.

"Psst. Say, 'yes sir'." Harald nudged the king.

Stammering, with a dry mouth, Kriel managed a feeble "Yes sir." and the Knightmaster walked by.

"Jarald, you seem flustered today." A squire standing next to Kriel sneered at him. "What's up, dead tongue?"

Kriel ignored him, since he didn't know who he was. Harald however, leaned over and tweaked his nose.

"Thanks, Barvoski, but as you see, Jarald isn't available today. I appreciate your concern."

Barvoski looked like he was going to throw back a sharp retort, but instead, grinned and slapped Harald on the back.

"Right," Silveryn said, when he finished with the attendance. "we'll begin duel practicing today."

"Shoot." Harald muttered, and turned to Kriel. "Are you okay with dueling?"

"Sort of.."

"Sort of. Really." Harald shook his head in awe. "You just went and annihilated all those pros."

Kriel stopped, a look of recognition spreading across his face. "Oh shoot..."

"Huh?"

"Is Jarald good at dueling?"

"Not really, why- Oh Peruse's Tears." Harald smacked himself on the forehead. "Well, he's gonna have a lot to look forward to when he comes back." Harald laughed.

Suddenly, a grrrrr was heard.

"What, what was that?!" The squire furiously scanned their surroundings

"Uh...it's my stomach..." Kriel blushed a bright red. "I haven't dueled that hard in a while..."

He could only watch, embarrassed, as the squire collapsed into a mess of laughter.

"Whew! This tastes great! What is it?" Kriel pushed away the bowl that he was eating from, empty, and completely licked clean.

"I thought you're a king..." Harald was staring at the king with surprise.

"And?"

"Wouldn't you have better table manners? And that's stew." Harald was still on his first bowl, and had stopped eating to see Kriel gobble up three bowls in under ten minutes.

"You're gonna get sick."

"Nah. Anyhow,what do you people do after this?"

"Uhh, free time. We're only allowed to either go to the library, horseback riding, archery practice, and..huh, well, training grounds."

"Mhm. See ya then."

"Huh?" But the king already left.

Harald made a move to go after him, but suddenly, a bright mess of red curls tackled him. "Harald!" Seriya yelled with enthusiasm.

"Mff uff." Harald was having the unpleasant experience of getting his face ground into the hard pavement.

"Seriya!" Sol can running up to the pair and pulled Seriya off.

As the squire stood up and brushed himself off, Sol asked the question which was bugging him.

"Who was that?"

Harald did his best not to show shock, but felt his right eyelid twitch slightly.

"What do you mean?" He asked with caution.

Seriya giggled. "Oh, Harald-san, we know that not Jarald-kun. He don't, eh, fight like that!"

(Cut in. ((Lol fail attempt at giving Seriya a Japanese accent.)) Done. Not intended to make her sound like a Weeaboo. I know Japanese, okay.)

"Uh..."

Sol, who usually didn't give threats, decided to throw one now. "If you don't tell us..." he fumbled for a convincing threat.

"Huh?"

"We'll tell Knightmaster!" Seriya helpfully added.

"Tell me what?"

"Crap." was all that Harald could manage.

Kriel originally intended to head to the library, but the feeling of foreboding had pried and pulled at him all day.

So instead of heading to the comfort of books, he found himself heading towards the castle's dark, cold storehouse to get that.

It wouldn't hurt, right?

"Lira Avol." Kriel muttered the words under his breath while picturing light, and sure enough, clear blue hovering ball of light appeared around shoulder height, lighting up the dark weaponry.

He stumbled a bit, tripping over boxes that he thought were shadows.

At the very corner, the dark hid a long slim box made of ghostly white ivory. Red rubies ornamented the box and glimmered in the bluish light, shimmering mystically as if they were burning with flame from their hearts.

"Lova Aril." The light went out, leaving the king in darkness. But not for long.

He blew gently on the box, and it responded with a warm glow of crimson

Something inside it clicked, and out slid a glowing, but very faintly, sword, similar to an Italian style dueling rapier. It was silver from tip to hilt, and a ice blue sapphire was set. Words were written, and as Kriel tilted it, they shone in gold.

Moda Quade Necess ne neque ol Calig

Only when needed and never for darkness.

"Never for darkness, huh." Kriel smiled grimly. "No one ever stays pure.."

And with that, Kriel sheathed his mother's sword in a black sheath. "Lira Avol." And left the weaponry.

The box shut with a sigh, as if it was in reminisce.

Kriel was locking the door, when someone came up from behind.

"Hey." Jarald said.

The king turned around quickly, and warily. When he saw it was the squire, he visibly relaxed, but kept a defensive position.

"Hey."

"Don't hey me." Jarald gestured to the light hovering next to Kriel. In his haste, he forgot to take it out. "Are you some mage or something?"

"No?" Kriel didn't feel like sharing his knowledge, especially with someone like Jarald.

"Great. All we need is some ruler to have magic now."

Kriel was sick of hearing everything he used was another way to "torture" the subjects. "So?" he snapped.

"So? You're father also used magic you know."

"That doesn't make me like him. Nothing makes me like him. Stop using your stupid, 'oh so superior' false knowledge as if every noble was your enemy!"

"They are."

"And, so what? It's not like all of us are the same!"

"Well!" Jarald was snarling now. "All the ones I've met are just foolish, selfish, power-hungry bastards! They take everything from you! You may not know this, but there are people out there! Starving, enslaved, killed, or tortured, all for your pleasures!"

"I KNOW THAT. THAT'S WHY I'M TRYING TO CHANGE IT. AND YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH PROBLEMS, AS I SAID BEFORE. YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT A NOBLE'S LIFE SO FAR. IT'S NOT ALL FUN, OR PLEASURE." Kriel reached his breaking point, and yelled.

"Oh, really? Prove it."

"YOU don't have to deal with people trying to backstab you for their own needs. You don't have to witness a punishment or killing of a convict. You don't have to feel helpless as people die because of someone of the same rank as you. And...you've never...seen someone killed for a 'greater cause'."

"Greater cause?" Jarald was a bit startled at all the problems he never thought about, but the last one intrigued him. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Kriel said gruffly, trying his hardest not to release the tears that came without warning. He hoped the squire wouldn't notice.

Unfortunately, with his experience of Harald doing the exact same thing, Jarald noticed.

"What's...wrong?" he asked awkwardly. He didn't expect that such a cold acting figure would cry.

"None of your business, nosy fool."

Jarald didn't know what to do. If I was Harald, I would make her lau- Her? He wondered why he mixed up genders. Taking a second glance, he realized that Kriel looked similar to Seriya's way of frustration.

And he remembered that position. From a while back.

That way Kriel rubbed the teary eyes and glanced away, whenever Jarald tried to capture the face.

And the position seemingly similar to defeat.

Same as his mother, that day when they had to leave the village.

"I'm all right. It's nothing. Don't you worry, okay?"

"Uh..." The squire opened his mouth as Kriel finally got a hold on the tears.

"What." The king snapped.

"I don't really know how to put this, but...Kriel...are you a female?"

Notes: DUN DUN DUN.

So anyhow, you saw Seriya's fail Japanese accent.

And how long this is.

And how I make up MAGIKAL WERDS.

Mhm, training went pretty well.

Well, action's a starting!

Lol i stole Epona's name from Legend of Zelda...Link has a horse called that. :V