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Cathmor and Mahla led Tamath out into the court yard of Palase Rumuas; Cairon and Olabris were waiting by the ruins of the castle gates. "Cairon!" Mahla called out. They suddenly stopped as they heard blaster fire near by. Mahla and Cairon looked up to see a statue of Dante Duncon exploding before their eyes.

Cairon took her by the hand and tried to sound positive. "Mahla it is vital that we have a base camp a safe haven outside of the city, a fixed point where I can guide the others to, I need you to head out to Pukith Point! Rest assured Mahla I will no doubt join to shortly."

"The ancient crash site, but why?" asked Olabris.

"Wise one, please we haven't the time to explain! You must leave with Mahla and the others."

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you Cairon, but I am not leaving. My place is here in Athida!' Olabris stated standing firm; Cairon cast a look of disagreement at the elder. 'Don't look at me like that Cairon, the Anathian that will no doubt be held prisoner by those Sylvanian's will need a figure of hope in these dark times and I wish to be that hope. A link to how things used to be."

"Don't worry Cairon old friend I will stay by her side; I promise she'll come to no harm.' stated Wingate, holding his friend's hand. 'Now it's time for you to go. Pukith Point will no doubt need a strong leader like yourself, and I know they will listen to you."

He nodded in agreement; knowing that this was the right thing to do, Cairon then turned to Mahla. "Then it is settled, you will wait for me at the meeting point." She nodded and left with Cathmor and Tamath to find safe passage out of Athida.

Back within the city of Athida there was a number of explosions; one explosion had blown up the wall to the prison. A number of prisoners had managed to take down a number of the guards and flee. "Dureau La'chance!' came a voice trapped under rubble. The duck turned around to see his few member of the Brotherhood of Swords trapped under rubble within his cell. 'Please you can't leave me here to die? A bother never leave his leader behind!"

Dureau looked around at the freedom that now lay before him, he was for a split second actually thought about leaving him behind; but he stopped at rushed to his aid. "Don't worry Fortino I'll get you free!' Dureau carefully lifted the smaller pieces of rubble that he could. 'Right now Fortino I' need you to try and lift this last piece of rubble as much as I can, then it is up to you to pull yourself free!"

"Okay, just please get me out of here and I'll see to it old friend that you'll damn well want for nothing ever again!"

Dureau stepped in and took the strain, he readied himself; it was Fortino's words that spurred him on. "Okay this is heavier then I first though; I'll do all that I can then you must try and pull yourself free!"

"Look just do it already blast you or this things gonna crush me other wise!"

Dureau nodded, he again took the strain of the heavy slab and slowly started to lift in up; Fortino felt the weight easy off his legs and slowly struggled free.

Has the pair left the prison, Dureau saw the violence of the war before him and something inside him change; he knew there and then that he had to fight. He asked the others to help fight for the city; sadly there was no replies of aid. "I know we aren't saints, but we must have heart!' but that didn't stop him. He clinched his fists. 'I couldn't just walk away from this, we just can't walk away from this..."

"Looks like they can after all!" joked Fortino.

"I can't believe your all just walking away from this!' He turned then to Fortino and looked within his friend and leader for an answer. 'And what about you, are you willing to just walk away too!?"

"What are you kidding me, just look around you we are free now Dureau and that's how I want it to stay. There's no point sticking around here; the Sylvanian will have us killed or take us as prisoners. our only priority now should be to gather up all the brotherhood and keep our own safe."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not willing to walk away and let our planet fall to the like of the Sylvanians!"

Fortino smirked. "Then it seems that you are on your now brother, don't blame me with the dagger falls on you!"

Dureau shook his head in disappointment. "Then yeah it seems that I'm on my own after all!" He now felt the weight baring down on his shoulders.

Fortino then simply turned his back on Dureau and left saying. "We will meet again, I just hope that your the same guy Dureau when we do!"

To his own disbelieve Dureau was heading out by himself to fight for his kingdom. Dureau had found a dead Sylvanian and took his sword and blaster. "It seems I have a new destiny." He joked to himself.

There were Anathian soldiers running everywhere trying to stand their ground as Sylvanian gun fire raged around them. A soldier had heard the cries of his commanding officer. "Everybody get out of here now! As must as it saddens me our line of defence has been breached, there truly is nothing more we can do now, get out now!"

"Come on Wregan you heard him, let's get the hell out of here." said his fellow soldier, as the order were heard.

Wregan turned his head surveying the act of war that lay before him; with a heavy burden he left his post after realising the city had been overthrown by the Sylvanian. 'The city my be fallen. But they are still things worth fighting for.' and with that he raced to his family home to try and save his father and brother.

Wregan Flaxman came running up the road to his family home to witness his father and younger brother Nayati being taken away by a number of Sylvanian troops. He had two options either fight or allow himself to be captured also, he choice to protect his family and be captured. Wregan cried out to gain their attention.

He saw a trooper turn his head and then started to ran right at the three troopers. As planned Wregan found himself surrounded; he then held out his hands allowing himself to captured by the Sylvanians. He along with the other captives were lead in chains to a labour camps.

All across the Athida the serving Anathian that didn't get the chance to leave the city were soon gathered up by the Sylvanian troops; then the ducks were gathered up in two lines and led away throw the snow by tanks. The ducks of Anathea didn't know what had hit them. The might and power of Dragoslav had marched through the planet destroying all in its wake.

Cairon had gather a good group of male, female and young together; he was along with a number of soldier were fighting to get out of the city to Pukith Point; where he would meet up with Mahla, Cathmor and Tamath as planned.

He saw the Sylvanian Princess Keilana run by. Out of the corner of her eye she had spotted them. A wide smile came to her face. 'This is it, my time to fight one on one! No big lug to take any of the credit.'

Cairon turned to the group and told them. "Please now everyone you must keep on going."

"But sir what about you."

Cairon didn't allow for anyone to question his orders. "Come now there just isn't time; I can't let another fall. Make your way to Pukith Point and there you will be safe." As they ran on ahead, he was cornered by Keilana.

One Anathian turned back he waved them on. "Hurry now, just keep going." he cried; holding tightly on his bad. 'I may have to proud the worth of my blade this time around.' he thought.

Cairon gave enough time to allow the group the chance to get away before stepping out and approaching the female Sylvanian. "So who might you do?" she asked with a sharp tongue.

"I am a soldier of the king's guard Cairon Thurborn, the king I saw you kill!" he stated standing before her.

"So you are the one called Cairon Thurborn.' she paused, the princess didn't seemed to be impressed by him. 'I can't believe that you thought for one second that our overlord would give in that quickly; you message was a waste!"

"That maybe so Sylvanian, but I am still alive and ready to fight!"

Princess Keilana smiled at the Anathian, as she stood ready to strike. "Well fancy that, you have made it all this way and not one of Dragoslav's troops as managed to kill you; well Cairon rest assure I'll soon change that!" Cairon held his blade, blocking her first strike as the two came together to fight.

It looked as if Princess Keilana had Cairon beat, Cairon looked at the princess; she was highly skilled fighter and an equal match. "This is your end Anathian, you will fall at the hands of Keilana."

Cairon willingly dropped his sword and placed both hands of the bag. "Hiding something there are we?" inquired Keilana, going in to snatch the bag from him; Cairon stopped her. 'No matter whatever it is Cairon it will soon be mine!" and so she raised her sword ready to cut him down.

It was clear to Cairon that the Sylvanian princess was about to minister the finishing blow; until to their joint amazement Keilana's sword was stopped by the blade of a Sylvanian sword. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked turning to face the one who had chosen to shop her.

The princesses eyes widened as she saw that the sword wasn't being carried by a Sylvanian; and that the stolen blade was carrying by an Anathian. Dureau fought Keilana back and as was able to gain the upper hand over Princess Keilana; who didn't feel all too confident, so she turned tail and fled.

Cairon turn to face Dureau with a look of gratitude. "I owe you my life; Athida is in your diet.' Dureau was taken aback somewhat by this gesture; laughing at this turn of events. 'Please now soldier what is your name."

"Dureau... Dureau La'chance, but I ere... it seems you are truly luck I came back this way, but I am ere no soldier sir!"

"Well Dureau that it seems I am!' Cairon replied, he the bent down to pick up his sword. 'I ask you to help me... I know is Anathea need fighters like yourself in the resistance? I am not willing to let our planet fall just yet!"

Dureau took a few seconds to weight up his options, he realised that he had the upper hand here, so took the gamble of telling Cairon the truth. "In times like these Dureau it doesn't matter who you are or what you've done! It's how you move forward!" responded Cairon, seemingly not trouble by Dureau's revaluation.

He then asked. "So then Cairon if I do agree to join you in the resistance I ask for a full pardon to be given to me after the war is done!"

Cairon didn't have time to think about this, a group had to be found; the fight had to be forged and seeing that Dureau was an excellent fighter he quickly agreed with Dureau's request. "Your crimes against the crown are still wrong Dureau, but this victory is greater, I only hope that you follow a more noble path after our victory."

"Time will only tell hey Cairon, time will only tell." commented Dureau as they shook hands.

"We have pressing matters at hand Dureau, our race needs our help; we must act now if we ever wish to take our planet back. I wish to gather other able soldiers and get them out of the city."

"But where will we go Cairon, there is nothing out there?" questioned Dureau.

"There is no need to threat Dureau; we must give hope tell all that we see to head east to Pukith Point and the ruin ship."

"Yes Cairon." replied Dureau.

The pair headed through Athida to locate other soldier that where still holding out in the city against the Sylvanian might; Cairon and Dureau side by side gathered up five other Anathian soldiers holding out against a band of Sylvanian troopers; the two were able to rally them together and fight the troopers back. "You are safe now!"

"Thank you commander." stated the soldier seeing Cairon's rank.

"We have got to help get other's out of the city. We need to split up and tell everyone to head east to Pukith Point."

"Yes Cairon." replied one of the Anathian soldiers.

Cairon and Dureau headed of like the other soldiers, they soon discovered a group of Anathian's hiding out in an alleyway. "You are safe now, we will help you get out of the city."

They guided the Anathian citizens out of the city. "Hurry now, this way... We have to keep moving!"

A female Anathian fell at his feet; he helped her up, but she replied in defeat. "Cairon, we are going to die anyway. I wish to stay in the city, this is where I was burn."

"No, I will not give up hope and either will you, stay by my side I will keep you safe. There will be a brighter tomorrow that I promise you." His words and determination gave her hope; the group followed on as Cairon and Dureau lead the way.

They soon met back up with one of the soldier that they had met in the city. "It was totally dreadful Cairon, we were ambushed. Both Mohan and Anakin were taken away by the Sylvanian general! We had found 10 saviours and now all I've managed to save is 7."

"You did well soldier, no one can ever fault you for that!" replied Cairon, together they marched on leading as many Anathian's east to the old ship at Pukith Point.