The duchy of Jueno looked displeased. He stroked his chin and looked up at Celos and Kidria.
"Only one of six came back? Pitiful, I thought they were strong enough to handle this challenge easily. Even the only one who came back looks like death himself." He shook his head and Tsk-tsked. "Obviously, this is not an enemy for the weak."
Celos' eyes, burning with rage, met with the Duchy's, and she clenched her fists in self-protest. "This was not a challenge. It was a massacre." Despite herself, she was trembling.
The gray-haired Duchy bellowed a laugh. "So be it." He focused his intense, gray eyes on Celos' blue ones. "Regardless, they failed my request, and the only reason THIS one is still alive." he pointed to the sleeping Daleth. "Is because he ran like the coward he is."
It was Kidria's turn to be angry. "Get out. Get out get out getoutgetoutGetOut!" She started walking toward the Duchy and placed a hand on the hilt of her sword, but was stopped by the feeling of two cold blades around her neck.
"Watch it deary." The Duchy gestured to his two guards. "At least THESE men proved themselves worthy in other ways. You are lucky I don't let them kill you; I've done men in for less than your insolence. However, you ARE young..." he sneered. "And I do not believe in harming children. We will leave, but only at my own discretion, not YOURS."
Kidria tried to control her anger as she watched the Grey-haired Elvaan open the door and leave with his guards. After he was out the door, she spit on where he was standing a moment before.
"Scum like him doesn't deserve to walk this land." She cried aloud. She turned her head to the side and looked at Daleth, and closed her eyes as tears fell off her cheeks. After listening to his breathing for a few moments, Kidria looked up at Celos, who was examining Daleth's armor. She wiped a bit of the liquid silver off of the embroidery, sniffed it, and threw it down to the ground in disgust.
"Yech, it smells like something died in it." She wiped the rest of the dented armor clean with a cloth, put it on the table nearby, and turned back to Daleth to watch him as she talked.
"Not Blood, eh? Hmm...that was most definitely his own blood that he was covered in when he came back."
Kidria nodded. "He was almost painted with it."
Celos bent over and focused on a small indent on Daleth's armor.
"Look here." she said "There's a marking engraved on his armor by some sort of sword or scythe."
Kidria walked over and studied it, and responded: "It's not a marking, it's a name."
Celos and Kidria looked at each other simultaneously.
"Xenif? Who's that?" They asked in unison.
"Fxeni? No! Seryaa? BACK! Why?! Oh my god, Takmir!? No, you cannot all?"
Celos and Kidria whipped around to Daleth, who was sitting upright in bed, screaming hysterics and nonsensical phrases. They immediately jumped over and grabbed him by the arms, and tried to stifle his spasms.
"Kidria, watch the legs, don't let him kick you!"
"I'm trying."
"Never mind the legs. Get the doctor. Quick!"
Kidria burst out the door and immediately ran down the hall screaming for the doctor, and Celos turned back to Daleth, who was still babbling.
"Not blood, Evil took power castle!"
Celos shook his arm, and Daleth whirled around to face her, upon which his eyes grew even wider and he screamed. Celos was left with no choice, she took her hand, and slapped him squarely across the face. Daleth's eyes shrunk back to normal, and he slowly stopped shaking, although it did not dissipate entirely. At this time the doctor burst into the door with a syringe in hand and Kidria in tow, but Daleth was no longer screaming, only moaning softly and clutching his forehead in pain.
"The others, and Cerulean." he mumbled.
Celos shook his arm again for good measure. "Daleth. What happened? Are the others dead?" She gulped.
Daleth shook his head. "No, not dead, but gone."
"Gone? Where did they go? Were they taken?"
"Not taken."
"Captured?"
"Nor captured."
"Then WHAT?!" Celos was screaming and shaking Daleth again in hysterics.
Daleth took his hand off his forehead and slowly gazed up at the ceiling.
"They've become replacements."
"Only one of six came back? Pitiful, I thought they were strong enough to handle this challenge easily. Even the only one who came back looks like death himself." He shook his head and Tsk-tsked. "Obviously, this is not an enemy for the weak."
Celos' eyes, burning with rage, met with the Duchy's, and she clenched her fists in self-protest. "This was not a challenge. It was a massacre." Despite herself, she was trembling.
The gray-haired Duchy bellowed a laugh. "So be it." He focused his intense, gray eyes on Celos' blue ones. "Regardless, they failed my request, and the only reason THIS one is still alive." he pointed to the sleeping Daleth. "Is because he ran like the coward he is."
It was Kidria's turn to be angry. "Get out. Get out get out getoutgetoutGetOut!" She started walking toward the Duchy and placed a hand on the hilt of her sword, but was stopped by the feeling of two cold blades around her neck.
"Watch it deary." The Duchy gestured to his two guards. "At least THESE men proved themselves worthy in other ways. You are lucky I don't let them kill you; I've done men in for less than your insolence. However, you ARE young..." he sneered. "And I do not believe in harming children. We will leave, but only at my own discretion, not YOURS."
Kidria tried to control her anger as she watched the Grey-haired Elvaan open the door and leave with his guards. After he was out the door, she spit on where he was standing a moment before.
"Scum like him doesn't deserve to walk this land." She cried aloud. She turned her head to the side and looked at Daleth, and closed her eyes as tears fell off her cheeks. After listening to his breathing for a few moments, Kidria looked up at Celos, who was examining Daleth's armor. She wiped a bit of the liquid silver off of the embroidery, sniffed it, and threw it down to the ground in disgust.
"Yech, it smells like something died in it." She wiped the rest of the dented armor clean with a cloth, put it on the table nearby, and turned back to Daleth to watch him as she talked.
"Not Blood, eh? Hmm...that was most definitely his own blood that he was covered in when he came back."
Kidria nodded. "He was almost painted with it."
Celos bent over and focused on a small indent on Daleth's armor.
"Look here." she said "There's a marking engraved on his armor by some sort of sword or scythe."
Kidria walked over and studied it, and responded: "It's not a marking, it's a name."
Celos and Kidria looked at each other simultaneously.
"Xenif? Who's that?" They asked in unison.
"Fxeni? No! Seryaa? BACK! Why?! Oh my god, Takmir!? No, you cannot all?"
Celos and Kidria whipped around to Daleth, who was sitting upright in bed, screaming hysterics and nonsensical phrases. They immediately jumped over and grabbed him by the arms, and tried to stifle his spasms.
"Kidria, watch the legs, don't let him kick you!"
"I'm trying."
"Never mind the legs. Get the doctor. Quick!"
Kidria burst out the door and immediately ran down the hall screaming for the doctor, and Celos turned back to Daleth, who was still babbling.
"Not blood, Evil took power castle!"
Celos shook his arm, and Daleth whirled around to face her, upon which his eyes grew even wider and he screamed. Celos was left with no choice, she took her hand, and slapped him squarely across the face. Daleth's eyes shrunk back to normal, and he slowly stopped shaking, although it did not dissipate entirely. At this time the doctor burst into the door with a syringe in hand and Kidria in tow, but Daleth was no longer screaming, only moaning softly and clutching his forehead in pain.
"The others, and Cerulean." he mumbled.
Celos shook his arm again for good measure. "Daleth. What happened? Are the others dead?" She gulped.
Daleth shook his head. "No, not dead, but gone."
"Gone? Where did they go? Were they taken?"
"Not taken."
"Captured?"
"Nor captured."
"Then WHAT?!" Celos was screaming and shaking Daleth again in hysterics.
Daleth took his hand off his forehead and slowly gazed up at the ceiling.
"They've become replacements."