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A/N: Here's the next chapter. Please R/R.
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Yamato strummed his fingers against the armrests on his throne. In his father's "absence", he was the King, and so couldn't leave to go with Takeru and the rest of the Troupe. He rested his chin in his other hand and sighed. Nothing interesting had happened in the three days since the twelve set out. Suddenly a soldier from the city of Haknel (on the outskirts of the kingdom) burst into the room. Yamato stood.
"Who are you, and what right do you have barging into the Royal Chamber?" he asked in a threatening tone.
"I am Kale son of Kane, and I have come bearing bad news," the man said. "Three days ago now, Yelsand and an army of orcs attacked a small town on the borders of the kingdom. They burned it down and forced a man to tell him about Prince Takeru's Troupe. They are now en route here, and are being lead by their General, Orik. Even now, they are only a few hours from the palace."
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Takeru could feel the heat of the afternoon sun bearing down on him, but still the team pressed on. He rode side-by-side with Hikari, who now had a quiver of gold-fletched green arrows on her back and a bow fastened to her pack. The Troupe was now little more than halfway through Ontak, and Koushiro ordered a halt. As the Twelve pulled their horses into a circle, Takeru's silver sword clumsily fell from its sheath. It was decided on the day of the departure that he should bring along the Wraith Blade, for although it attracted the shapeless horrors; it also served as a bane against them.
Koushiro dismounted his horse and turned toward one of the other seven soldiers. "So, Cid. I hear that you know where the other Runes are located."
Cid shook his head. "Only two others," he replied. "But I know that the nearest one, the Nami, is guarded in the island-city of Lako Kula, which is said to be the most beautiful city Man has ever built.
"The streets are of gold and silver and the buildings are made from jade, sapphire, and in some parts, even mithril. The Men there live in harmony with Dwarves and even some Elves, but not many, as most Elves prefer to live in more natural environments. But if I were to decide, I would go their once we left Kasen."
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Yamato looked out upon the land from the castle Watchtower. Below him, a mighty orc army walked towards the palace not more than five miles away. As there was no longer any able army to fight it, everyone in the palace had evacuated to the nearby town of Fasdin. Yamato descended the steps inside the tower and left the castle. By the time he was outside, the orcs were already waiting. As they came to a halt, Yamato saw that there was a young man in front, whose face and tattered clothing were covered in crusted blood. King Yelsand walked up from the middle ranks and came to face the man.
"Nice work," he said. Then he turned to the nearest orc and said "Take him to the palace and make him work in the Pit for the rest of his life."
The man's face became one of horror. "But- but you said you wouldn't do that!"
Yelsand smiled deviously. "Ah yes," he replied. "I did, didn't I? Fine, you don't have to work. Instead of that…" Yelsand finished the sentence with a fluent motion of his wrist and arm. Instantly, the blade of an orc-knife found its way into the chest of the man, who slumped to the ground, unmoving. The king turned to face Yamato.
"Greetings, Prince. Where is your father?"
Yamato refused to answer, but instead drew his gleaming blade. Instantly every orc in the front ranks set their bows with poison-tipped arrows, which they called vängthas. Yamato knew that if he moved, the poison wouldn't be needed, as he would already be skewered with arrowheads. Still, though, he stood his ground.
"Why won't you answer me?"
Yamato looked on with a stern face.
"If you don't answer, you'll be dead before you hit the ground."
Yamato still didn't move.
"Won't talk, eh? I have ways to deal with that." Yelsand stood off to the side. "You may fire at will," he nodded to his orcs.
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"How far off is Lako Kula?" Koushiro asked.
Cid shrugged. "Past the Golden Mountains to the south, then a bit westward and we'll find the Bengihn coast. We could get a boat then and sail southwards to find the little island.
"But then that route might be dangerous, as the island is surrounded by whirlpools and riptides."
"Well then what do we do, fly there?" James laughed.
"Maybe. The people of Bengihn are said to breed eagles and use them to send messages to Lako Kula. We could take a few and fly there, but people probably wouldn't be too happy. I just don't know. I'm only a soldier and a lore master, you know."
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The common soldiers of Ontak didn't have the perfect marksmanship of the late Elite Forces, but they still felled many orcs in the front lines, and distracted the others, causing them to miss Yamato with their vänthas. The prince made his way back inside the castle and shut the door. Enraged orcs started firing their black arrows back towards the men. Many didn't make it to the top of the towers, but those that did hit their targets, felling many warriors. Yamato continued running towards Fasdin, which was still miles away. By this time, the orcs were already in the castle and the clanging of sword against orc-scimitar could be heard.
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