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There's no Issue with a Second Hunt

Sarai came to a stop before a statue, in her hands, a small toy rested, a brightly colour Tooka doll. She glanced up at the statue, a young boy, no more than two years old, stood. She closed her eyes as she took a few small steps forward. From behind, Amaya stood, watching her sister closely.

Sarai took a deep breath as she fell to a knee, a few tears forming in her eyes. A small golden plaque rested at the base of the statue. "Here rests Prince Callum, stepson of King Harrow, son of Queen Sarai." It read. Sarai placed the Tooka doll at the base. "My little child, my precious child." She started, feeling her throat block up as the tears slowly came.

"You should never have suffered this fate." She muttered; her gaze fell upon the statue. "Why did the world take you from me?" The tears came fast, rolling down her cheeks as she breathed heavily. "You were so young, so innocent. A simple baby." She sniffled. Her hands resting upon the ground.

"I miss you so much. So very much." Her voice fails as she breaks down into full on crying. She was never strong with her emotions when it came to those she loved, loosing Callum had broken her heart.

Amaya raced over, providing a comforting hand to her sister, rubbing her back as she glanced at the statue of her deceased nephew. She closed her eyes in shame; she hadn't been fast enough. She couldn't get there in time to save him.

Sarai gently cried into her sisters' shoulder. The sobs were loud, filling the air with sadness. "Why?" Sarai questioned. "Why him? Why not me?"

Amaya closed her eyes as she pulled back and started to sign. 'There can sometimes be unexpected changes we don't expect.' She paused, watching as Sarai turned away.

"I know Amaya, I know." She said, wiping a few tears from her eyes as she glanced up at the statue once more. "I just wish he never died." She finished, closing her eyes as she hugged herself.

From the distance, Arimar watched, her eyes locked upon the statue. She regrated her role that lead to Callum's death, it had separated her from her family, made her an outcast. She turned her gaze away from the group. "You regret your decisions, yet it was for the betterment of Xadia." A male said from the shadows, a faint outline of an Elf. "His power was too great to be left in Viren's hands. To be his tool of conquest." He added.

Arimar sighed. "I know, but this pain, I have outcasted myself from family, from my kingdom for my actions. It is only through King Harrow's heart that I haven't been exiled or killed for my betrayal." She said. The Elf merely nodded, vanishing quickly into the shadows, leaving Arimar to herself.

She turned to watch both Sarai and Amaya leave. Taking the chance, she walked over to the statue. "I'm so sorry Callum. One day, everything will make sense." She said quietly, leaving shortly afterwards.

The place was rough, people of different origins gather about, loud music played as a band danced about. A Twi'lek danced at the centre, moving about with grace. She could've cared less as she made her way forward. Her eyes glanced over the crowd; her Beskar armour shined in the little light that was offered.

At the front, sitting on a large slab, was a slug like being. "Why what do we have here?" The slug like being said, his eyes narrowed as he glanced her over. "A Mandalorian warrior." He said.

Rayla narrowed her eyes behind the helmet. "Vokoll the Hutt, I need some information that you can provide regarding someone called Poclosi." She said.

Vokoll raised one of his eyes. "Do you now." He said, pausing a he eyed Rayla closely. "And why should I give you the whereabouts of one of my own?" He asked.

Rayla removed her helmet, her violet eyes resting upon the sick yell eyes of the Hutt. "Would you risk angering a member of Clan Ordo or an Elf of Xadia?" She asked.

Vokoll smirked. "Fascinating. You'll find him somewhere on Klatooine." He replied.

Rayla smiled, placing her helmet back on her head as she marched off.

Vokoll watched as she left, his eyes quickly turned to another. A blue alien. He had a large head with red eyes, a large scar scrapped across his face. He wore a combat outfit with a large rifle strapped to his back, a vibroblade could also be found strapped to his back. By his waist was a belt with many pockets for tools or other useful devices. His upper thighs held two holsters for his duel pistols while his arms had small gauntlets with hidden weapons.

He marched forward, his gaze meeting that Vokoll. "Boss?" He said, eyeing the direction Rayla left not so long ago.

"Sedal, I want you to hunt her down, I wish to add her to my collection of rare creatures." Vokoll said with a dark smirk.

"Sir, she is but an Elf, there are many of them." Sedal replied in confusion.

Vokoll chuckled. "She's one of those elusive Moonshadow Elves. Didn't you see her markings and horns?" He asked.

Sedal nodded. "I understand boss." He said. "I'll bring her in."

Vokoll smirked. "Alive if you could please." He added.

Sedal smirked. "She'll be back here before the end of the month."

Callum sighed as he glanced over the abandoned temple, the remains of Gargantelle were scattered about. Eyeing the large pillars that held the roof up, he noticed carvings upon them, each of them told a story.

"Fascinating." He muttered as his hand gently brushed against the marble substance. "These carvings appear to be older than the Gargantelle themselves." He stopped; his eyes locked upon the creatures depicted in the image.

Ahshala came to a stop beside him, her gaze sweeping the carvings. "What does it tell?" She asked, eyeing the figures in the image, most notably the figures that bore resemblance to them.

"A tale of war. A conflict that consumed an entire galaxy, bringing about the end of a tyrannical reign. The Rakata and their Infinite Empire. A plague, created from the science of another race devastated them, reduced them to a mere fraction of what their power once was." Callum translated, his eyes resting upon an image of a Rakata fighting an Elven or Dragon like being.

Ahshala nodded. "These must be how hold?" She asked, looking towards Callum.

"20,000 years, maybe older." Callum replied, turning from the pillar to glance over the remains of skeletal figures, humanoid in shape and size, the only difference was the head, massive horns extruded out in elegant shapes. "whoever they were, perhaps they chronicled this tale." He said, pointing at the bones.

Kazi bent down to inspect one of the remains. "They appear to be Elvish, though of which sub-species, I can't be sure." She said, going over all the aspects of each Elven sub-race.

Callum frowned. "Perhaps they are our predecessors, Elves who shared aspects of each Elven sub-race." He suggested, leaning over Kazi's shoulder.

Ahshala nodded in agreement. "There is a major period of Xadia's history that was wiped from history." She said.

Callum pulled back, crossing his arms as he glanced over the other two members of his team. "Well, I can say this much, the key isn't here. We should move on to the next world." He paused." I'll be sure to have Queen Zubeia send a fleet to investigate this place, discover what other secrets are hidden within these large chambers." He added.

Renna turned to see Callum come to a stop on the bridge. She stood tall as he came to a stop before her. "Admiral Renna, anything to report while I was away?" Callum asked.

Renna cleared her throat. "There are rumours of a Moonshadow Elf Mandalorian headed to Klatooine, my Prince." She reported.

Callum nodded as he bit his lower lip. "This is interesting news Admiral Renna." He said, crossing his arms as he eyed the fleet formation. "Ahshala, I have a mission for you." Callum turned, his gaze resting upon Ahshala.

"Yes, Prince Caelum."

"I want you to take an advanced fighter and head to Klatooine." Callum ordered. "You're to find a Moonshadow Elf Mandalorian and find out why she's in Hutt space." He paused, glancing at Renna. "And try to keep a low profile. We don't need the Hutts on our backs, or worse, the Empire." He added.

Ahshala nodded. "Right away, prince Caelum." She said, standing tall as she marched away.

Callum turned around once more. He turned, marching towards a small room off to the side. Entering the room, he glanced over the Elves that moved about, a large holotable sat in the centre. "Clear the room." He ordered.

The Elves slowly left the room, allowing Callum room to himself. He quickly fell to a knee as the holoprojector sprung to life. "Prince Caelum. What is it?" Zubeia asked, a young Azymondias sat to the side.

"Queen Zubeia, I request that a fleet of ships be dispatched to Boz Pity at once for archology reasons. My team and I discovered an ancient temple with Elven remains, and tales dating back to one of the darkest ages in the galaxy." Callum explained, glancing up to watch Zubeia frown in concentration.

"I shall send a fleet to investigate, but Elves that far from Xadia, this is interesting. Why did our ancestors never discover this before?" She wondered.

"Perhaps the Gargantelle wouldn't allow them to. Perhaps they had made an oath to these Elves that they would guard the secrets of the temple to death." Callum replied.

Zubeia nodded. "An interesting theory. But this is a mystery that will have to be investigated. I shall Send Runaan and his team to investigate these ruins. Perhaps they can make sense of this mystery."

"I shall return to my mission, Queen Zubeia." Callum said, watching as the hologram faded away. He gently got to his feet. It was a mystery indeed, a mystery that could take years to decipher. But he had another mission.

"Admiral Renna, set course for the Teth system." He ordered as he emerged onto the bridge once more.

Renna nodded turning to rely the orders.

Tobias Koss frowned as he preformed another sweep of the area. His emerald eyes locked upon the scanners and radar as he patrolled in his TIE Interceptor. Bimmisaari was a world he wasn't familiar with, but then again, coming from Commenor meant a number of things, considering he'd come form the Colonies, a branch of star systems located next to the Core Worlds.

"Commodore Sukomi, fighter patrols have revealed nothing about the target, or her location."

Silence met his ears as he awaited the reply. "Alright Captain Koss, return to The Huntress at once, Fleet Admiral Le Jumel will be joining us shortly." Came the response.

Tobias sighed. "Understood Commodore." He said, ending the call as he turned his fighter around.

Walking onto the bridge, he was greeted by the sapphire eyes of Yashiro Sukomi. He stood tall. "Captain Tobias Koss reporting Commodore." He said, putting his hands behind his back. His blonde hair was cut short, his darkened skin shined in the light.

Yashiro turned to face Tobias. "At ease Captain, Fleet Admiral Le Jumel will be here any second." She said, her gaze falling upon the emptiness of space before them. In the distance, the rest of the 6th Fleet dropped out of hyperspace.

The final set of villains for this story is introduced, I present to you, the Raven Brotherhood, a criminal syndicate lead by Vokoll Plash, or simply put, Vokoll the Hutt. They will be Rayla's main enemy for the story. I also wanted to experiment with having a bounty hunter as an antagonist for a story. Ahshala and Rayla will have a grand time evading Sedal Moon.

I added another race, a race of precursors to the Elves, it makes sense that we a have a race of Elves that shared the traits of each Elven sub-race. Runaan does exist in this universe, he just didn't really get mentioned in the base story, but he existed there as well. I might have him show in the sequel, or in some of the oneshots that will bridge the 32 year gap between the two stories. There's a reason for that time gap.

I do also have another Dragon Prince story in the works, one that is based off a videogame. Be on the lookout for The Warlord Prince.

As always, review, leave feedback and ideas. And be sure to check out my other works.