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Ahriman's POV(point of view):

Night came, and I heard from Indra that our enemies were in Candar, the City of Love, that despicable place.

I thought about ways they could delayed so that I would be able to let the daevas attack, while sipping my goblet of red wine and an... interesting idea came into my mind.

I unleashed a bit of my power, leading it to Armaiti, the Druid of Agriculture, who I magically transported to the gates of Candar and controlled him to grow those -ugh- dreaded heart-fruit trees, blocking the entrance and exit to Candar.

Those trees are unbreakable, unless a couple that just found that they loved each other could break the branches, but there were none in the city currently.

Most of the men were soldiers, patrolling the area from suspicious people, and the men left behind, were dumped men, who indulged in drinking themselves unconscious every night.

I let out an evil maniacal laugh that pierced the silence of the night.

Lar's POV:

I rubbed my eyes, waking to the panicked yelling of Rhen.

"What is it, Rhen?!" I asked irritably, not used to being awoken by others.

"We can't leave Candar!!!" Rhen screamed.

"What?!"

"The gate's been blocked, those stupid, stupid trees!!!!"

Rhen stomped around, hating to be in such a pink and cheerful place.

I yawned a bit, "-sigh- Did you get any new information yesterday?"

Rhen stopped her stomping, turning around to answer my question, "Yes, but I can't find any sonnets in Candar that the garden keeper hasn't heard!"

I shuddered at the flames that seemed to be alight in her eyes, blazing furiously.

"Okay... Any other news?"
"No. -sigh- I guess we'll have to walk around town for the day..."

As we stepped out of the inn, Rhen screamed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?!"

Ahriman's POV:

I was playing chess with a daeva, Aesma and he lost the game, irritably, taking my king and popping it into his mouth (borrowed from the Agas Saga by Kaz)

I dismissed Aesma for the day, I was disgusted at the act, but pulled out my own special chess pieces, they were pieces of my real enemies; the chosen one and her companion, then there were the druids, me, and the daevas.

Suddenly, Indra appeared before me, "Pardon me, but we've got more problems, seems that I overlooked the newcomers, which...are a couple."

"WHAT?!"

"However, the chosen one has not had contact with the couple...yet."

Lars' POV:

"I was just coming here to run an errand, and bumped into Rhen, very nice seeing you again..." Dameon calmly replied, kissing her hand.

I almost gagged at the sweet act, and I saw that he was glaring at me with jealousy, but was too busy glaring at me and did not see Rhen raising her hand to slap him.

SMACK! Dameon looked shocked and confused with his mouth wide open in a big 'O'.

Before he could utter a question, we walked away bursting into laughter.