CH. 1
"Princess, Princess Skira, where are you?" A male Masqueraider asked. He had lost his charge in the woods yet again. The clatter of his heavy armor was heard. He preferred the heavy armor to speed. Not of this really matters when he put on one of his other masks. He was easy for the assassin princess to spot because of his spiky red hair that stuck above his mask. The white-haired princess snuck up behind him and attacked. "Ha, got you." Skira yelled. "Princess, you are almost 18…" The bodyguard started. "You are too, Gilles, relax." Skira said. "Gilles can I tell you something?" She asked. "Sure." He answered. "I wish I wasn't a princess. I don't want to marry most of the princes." "Who do you want to marry?" He asked. "Well, he's mysterious, covers his face all the time." She replied. "You like the prince of my people?" Gilles said. "Not your prince." She replied. "Princess, you are the heir to the Sram throne, who do you mean?" She was on Gilles' shoulders as they walked. "You." She said quickly. "Princess I…" "I know that you have the same feelings, Gilles ." She stated. "That's why we should run off and live alone." She said. "I would be a felon to the whole World of 12." Gillesstated. "Hmph" Skira pouted. "Princess, we've arrived." Gilles said. Ew, Brakmar, I hate this place. Skira thought.
"Ah, Princess Skira, what pleasure." The PoB (Prince of Brakmar) said. "The pleasure is all mine." Skira forced out. "With that out of the way, let's get down to business." The PoB said. "And what is that?" Skira asked. "I would like to unite our countries through marriage." The PoB said smugly. "I am very sorry but I must decline." Skira said. She thought the PoB was wretched. The PoB was taken back, he was never denied. "If that is all, I must be heading home." Skira said. They left shortly after. They went through a Zaap portal but Skira purposely changed the destination to the Sadida kingdom. She wanted to see the Brotherhood of the Tofu and her old friend Amalia.
"We aren't in Sram?!" Gilles said in shock. "I know." Skira said. "I wanted to see Amalia again." "You know you could've just asked." Gilles said. "You would've been all 'No, we need to go back' and stuff." Skira retorted. "I actually needed a break from all this." Gilles replied. They walked to The Tree of Life. "What is your business?" A Sadida guard asked. "I've come to see the princess, I'm Princess Skira of the Sram kingdom." Skira said. "Skiraaaa!" Was heard. They instantly recognized the voice as Amalia's. The Sadida princess rushed and hugged her old friend. "It's good to see you." Skira replied. "You too." Amalia said back. "It's good to see you again Gilles." Amalia said. "The feeling is mutual Princess." Gilles said very respectfully. "Gilles, no need to be so formal." Amalia said. Gilles only nodded. "You guys came at the perfect time, the Brotherhood is convening today and we are always looking for new members." Amalia said. Skira lit up at this. Gilles face palmed. They walked into a conference room and waited. Dally, Eva and the kids arrived first. They greeted each other and waited. Dally got bored and started asking Gilles questions. "How come the mask you're wearing doesn't make you crazy?" Dally asked. "The mask we normally wear is the Mask of Control, it allows us to free ourselves from the other masks when we want. Without it, all Masqueraiders would never be able to get the other masks off." Gilles said. "You guys are called the Lunatic Soldiers right, they have an arena, you should come with?" Dally said with excitement. Gilles looked to Skira, she nodded. "I'm game." Gilles said. The two walked off to the arena.
As they entered the arena, they were met by Prince Armand. "Ah, Sir Percedal, so nice to see you." The prince said with distaste. "You too." Dally said similarly. "Who are you?" The prince asked. "I am Gilles sire." Gilles said. "Hmm, your mask, the x mouth means you are part of the Exile Guard?" The prince inquired. Their attention went to the x on the mask were a mouth should be. "Oh right, you can't talk about it." Armand said. "How about a duel, no magic. If I win, you must tell me about the Guard." Armand challenged. Gilles only shook his hand. Armand picked up a staff and Gilles pulled out the twin tonfas on his back. "Not again!" Amalia sighed.