I have decided to skip the descriptions of training and etc, if my story is good enough, ill add a new story depicting the childhood of these two young men, but for now, I advance the story 7 years into the future, Lucien is Seventeen and Damien is eighteen.

I now present to you…..

Chapter 2:

A faded memory, a lone woman standing by a large oak tree, she was beautiful, blond hair, reaching down to her back. Blue eyes, sparkling as she turned to look at the man who was approaching. She opened her mouth to say joyous words, but out of her beautiful mouth came a deep, man's voice….

"WAKE UP YOU LAZY SACK OF SHIT!" the voice had said,

Then the memory stopped quickly as a plated boot slammed across Lucien's face. The impact sent him flying out of his cloth bedding into the wall. Lucien had quickly recovered and sprung up, throwing a punch at his attacker's face, but he was too slow. As he had thrown the punch the attacker weaved to the left and caught Lucien's fist with his left hand. Then the attacker brought his right hand across Lucien's face, the plated gauntlet nearly breaking his jaw.

"Try that again, Lucien, next time I'll kill you." the attacker stated, his voice even and familiar, then Lucien quickly realized that it was Damien Grey , "now lets go, we have a heist to pull off."

Damien dropped Lucien then turned on his heel to start walking. Damien turned right out of the door and continued down the hall, tightening his armor's straps as he did so. Lucien followed in tow.

"So," Lucien began, pulling on his leather gloves, struggling to keep at Damien's stride, "What's with the heavy plate armor?"

"It provides more protection, I've told you this, but it also allows me to get into the dungeons easier." Damien replied flatly.

"Really now? You always keep me in the dark on the plans, How exactly is the armor going to…." Lucien's question was interrupted by a plated gauntlet slamming into his nose, knocking him unconscious.

Damien dragged Lucien out of the run down shack in the waterfront as he strides towards the green emperor's way, near the white gold tower.

-White gold tower entrance-

"Sir, what is your business in the white gold tower?" the guard asked.

"Well, Sir, I am a mercenary hired by the council to hunt down this thief." Damien said casually as he lifted Lucien's unconscious head to show the guard. "I am merely bringing him to the council to get my pay and leave. So if you would…"

Damien shoved past the guard, and, without being noticed, took the key to the council chambers while he did so.

Damien splashed a goblet full of water into Lucien's face to wake him up.

"…huh? What? How are we in the tower? The last thing I remember is a big gauntlet hitting me in the nose…" Lucien murmured, rubbing his nose as he did so.

"The important thing is that we are in, and now we need one more thing before we can get the heist going." Damien said looking around the halls of the tower.

"I thought you had everything you possibly could have needed?" Lucien began to gripe, frustrated at his master's lack of preparation.

"…Some things," Damien began as he quickly grabbed a guard and knocked him out in a single, lightning fast movement, " You need to get fresh."

The two carried the guard into the crowed council chambers, dragging the limp imperial body to the large table in the center.

Damien began shouting, "Somebody find a healer! This guard is unconscious!"

The two were allowed to get on top of the large stone structure in the center of the chamber.

Just as Damien had planned.

What he didn't expect was for a guard to recognize him.

"You're Damien Grey! Arrest him! Arrest the bloody thief!" the guard exclaimed.

Panic shook the crowd everyone began rushing for the doors, except for the guards, whom were sprinting for the center of the room.

Damien turned to Lucien and commanded, "Stay here, Don't die." then unsheathed the long sword at his side.

Damien leaped into the crowd, pushing citizens out of the way, making his way to the nearest guard. The guard met him and swung his short sword forward in a downward slash. Damien leaned to his right, letting the steel blade graze down his silvertite armor. Sparks flew off the armor. Damien stabbed his blade into the guard's stomach and liberated the man's shield, using it as his own.

The crowd had mostly dispersed, leave 2 dozen guards, blades ready and bows fixed on Damien.

Damien smirked as he mumbled,

"here's where the fun starts."

Damien started at the nearest guard, who flung his sword in a wild stabbing motion. Damien easily deflected this blow and the slammed the edge of the shield into the mans neck, snapping the spine. A crackle sounded as Damien pushed this now crippled man to the floor and started to dart at his next target.

A small group of four guards turned to the man running at them. One began to spray arrows as fast as he could at the target and the others readied there blades. Damien did not slow down, instead he sped up and sheathed his sword. As the first guard swung at him, Damien grabbed the base of the blade, then flicked his hand upward sending the blade to cut into the guard's neck. It cut a large gash into the imperial's neck, cutting into the vital jugular that began to spit out blood as the guard fell to the floor, Damien then kicked his leg up to disarm the second guard. Damien then spun, removing a dagger from his boot as he did so, then stabbed the blade up to the hilt inside the second guard. Damien twisted the blade in the man's stomach then flicked his wrist upward, bringing the dagger up through all of the man's organs. The guard bled out before he even hit the floor.

Then Damien grabbed the bowman's bow and made it aim at the bowman's own head. Damien pulled the bow string down and released, allowing the arrow to impale the bowman's head, then Damien kicked the bowman in the chest, sending the now dead body onto the floor, as he did so, he grabbed the fourth guard and turn him around, then with much ease snapping the man's neck, and stabbing him in the heart with his own blade for good measure.

Damien continued the massacre untill every last guard hit the floor, with the exception of one guard, whom he impaled on a torch holder on the wall of course.

Damien stood up and walked over to the stone table in the center of the council chambers. Lucien stood there, awestruck by the spectacle, but silent and now, very obedient.

"And now, we begin the ritual." Damien said, his voice even and low.