Wild-Roze: ok well here is the next chapter, hope u like. Oh, and btw, IM 16 TOMORROW! YAY!

Disclaimer: I don't own skies of Arcadia, only this plot and my OC's

Ramirez snarled and sat upright. He was in incredible pain. A searing agony tore across his abdomen and stomach, if he was in any condition to move he would reach out for his sword and run himself through to stop it. It was so intense the Lord almost cried out...

But then, as quickly as it had come, it vanished. He fell back on the bed, breathing deeply, covered in a cold sweat. His green eyes narrowed. So she had died. There was only one thing that could have hurt like that.

The bite he had bestowed upon the crook of her neck linked her to him, he could feel everything that she could, and he had just felt her death. A surprising amount of sadness welled within him, and he barked out a short laugh... oh the irony, the only thing he cared about other than himself in this wretched world had hated him, and therefore had left his side and run to her death.

His eyes dulled as he considered different outcomes from their one night together. Would he really have kept her? He decided the answer was probably yes. No... he knew it was... he would have made her his Empress.

Tatina cradled the baby boy, and carried him out of the house where the little Atai slept. She smiled and walked up to the hulking figure who had been waiting patiently outside.

"Drachma, look isn't he wonderful? Atai seems so happy!" she breathed, handing the sleeping baby to the man, who, with surprising gentleness took him and held him.

Drachma, had not died when thrown off the deck of the Delphinus, he had landed, gravely injured and in a coma on a tiny Ixa-ness craft which had been flying low to avoid the vicious brawl above them. Soon after, when he awoke, he travelled away from the tribes village and managed to locate the survivors of the Delphinus' old crew, and brought them, battered, wounded, and barely alive back with him.

"What has she named him?" He asked gruffly. He had never asked Aika who the father was, but she had always felt from the way he looked at her, that he already knew. Now, as he held the bundle and stared into the lavender eyes, topped with a thin array of white-blonde hair, he knew for sure, but remained silent.

"She blessed him under the Moons with the name Vyse." She said.

9 years later.

From somewhere to the South a last big push from the Revolution had been causing trouble for the Empire. Striking out at flag ships, killing all aboard, and taking anything of value, then disappearing back into the green depths of Ixa-Taka. Ramirez soon began to get irritated by this, he decided against bringing down the rains of destruction, because many villages there had been under his control for years now, including Horteka, and they provided valuable trade to the Empire.

He sent out war ships for a full 9 years, trying to discover the location of this final resistance. Finally, after years of searching, he found it.

The boy crouched, animal like in the dense green of the forest. Above him, birds chattered and nattered their strange songs, sunlight lanced down in leafy green columns, dancing across his bare back. He lowered his head to the ground and sniffed, feeling the churned earth carefully with his nimble fingers. He wore leather trousers which reached the middle of his sins, and his feet were bare.

Around his left bicep an electric blue band was tattooed onto his skin, and in his right hand he lightly grasped a sharp stick, which served as a spear. He was the oldest male in the Ixa-ness tribe and quite tall for his age. Other than Drachma and a few others from the old crew, there were a few other males, but they were all under the age of seven, another year and he would be ten years old, why, he was practically an adult! And, as an adult, it was his duty to hunt and take care of his mother, despite the fact that she was more than able to look after herself, at the young age of twenty six.

He straightened and sniffed the air, and cast a triumphant glance in the direction the herd of wild pugs had gone, his very first kill!

"Vyse!"

He winced, Tatina... she always came along just at the wrong moment.

"... Vyse, where are you? Vyse!?"

He frowned, her voice was high, she sounded panicked.

"I'm here!" he called back.

He heard footsteps crunching closer, and a few moments later, she burst out of the brush, her face was pale and her eyes wide with fear.

"What's wrong?! What happened?" He breathed, cold fear drenching him as his mind instantly skipped to his mother.

"Ixa-ness... its under attack, the Empire has found us!" She gasped.

The boys lavender eyes narrowed, he skipped around her and vaulted over a low bush and started running towards the village.

"Vyse, no! Your mother told me to take you and run!" her voice fell on deaf ears. Vyse's mind was only filled with one thought; to help his mother. She was the only family he had ever known. She had taught him how to fight, she had taught him about the moons, about the Gods and Goddesses, about the Empire and its ruler, about the Revolution, and about weaponry. The only thing she had never taught him about was his father, whenever he asked her about him, her lavender eyes, covered by the brown irises turned sad and she looked away, the same happened when he enquired to the reasons for her covering up her true appearance. In time, Vyse stopped asking, hating to see her upset.

He burst into the village and his eyes widened. Huts were on fire, including his own in which he lived with his mother. Men in shining armour were either killing, fighting, or kidnapping the women and children of Ixa-Ness. None of them noticed the young, half naked blonde boy for a while.

A large man, tall, with a broad chest stood, engaging in combat with a woman, her wild black hair was long, almost reaching her waist. She was doing well, leaping, cat-like, out of range of his sword and nicking at his flesh with her spear. He was about to leave her to it when the man kicked her hard, sending her onto her back, and her weapon flying.

Vigoro glared down at the little savage, and raised his sword. The young woman definitely had a good body, but he refused to let someone who had made a fool out of him live. He brought the blade slicing down. Before it could make contact with her, there was a whistling sound and a spear lodged itself in his shoulder. The man howled in pain and staggered back, his eyes opening to see a young boy running forwards, drawing a small dirk from his belt and leaping in front of his prey.

Atai growled. What was Vyse doing here?!

She rolled to her feet and her arms encircled his small torso and dragged him behind her, throwing him an angry glance as she did so. Her son would die if he went up against Vigoro. She stood and faced the man, defenceless and completely open.

"No more blood shed, all survivors are to be rounded up and taken to Soltis! Lord Ramirez commands it!"

"Damn!" Spat Vigoro. He glared at the black haired woman. Why did she look so familiar? He cast the thought away as her and that brat were grabbed and hassled onto the flagship.

Ramirez glanced at the people who had been pushed before his throne, they were mainly women, but he picked out faces, faces he remembered. The remaining stronghold of the revolution was forced down onto one knee in his honour, heads bowed.

Atai slouched her shoulders, keeping low and her eyes to the ground. Although she was so different, she was sparing no chance of being recognised. Vyse lay at her feet. That bastard Vigoro had clubbed him once they were aboard for wounding him, and her son had been unconscious ever since. She cast a furtive glance at the Throne, and her throat went dry, he wasn't looking at her, he was glaring at Drachma, Moegi, Lawrence and the others.

Suddenly she caught sight of a shock of red hair, next to Vigoro and her mouth fell open. Marco stood, dressed smartly in a commanders uniform, bearing the crest of the Soltis Armada. The young boy she had known had been moulded into this.. monster. On the other side of Vigoro Belle stood, her hand resting on the shoulder of a young boy. He had brown hair and eyes and an air of arrogance about him...... Surely not. But, as she stared at the dead look in the eyes of her old friend she knew, this boy was Vigoro's son, he was also the only thing that was keeping the empty shell of the old gunner alive.

She had seen too much and lowered her eyes again. She smiled softly as her only salvation gently stirred, she brushed a few strands of blonde hair, exactly like his fathers out of his face as his lavender eyes opened.

"Take the women to the whore house, I'll investigate them properly tomorrow. The children... I'll look at them now, and take the rest of this scum and lock them in the foulest place possible for the night, their fate awaits them tomorrow."

Atai clung to her barely awake son, as a guard grabbed her arm, and another dragged him away from her.

"No, Vyse!" She screamed as they took her away.

"Mum!" he called after her, kicking his guard in the shin, and trying to run after her. Someone, however caught hold of him and lifted him from the floor, however, he continued to struggle wildly, even after the massive double doors were closed.

Ramirez had frozen at the mention of the name. he glanced around, he didn't see the mother, but the boy was causing a racket, Marco... who had been equally stunned had snapped out of his daze sooner and grabbed him.

"Keep that boy quiet and get him inline with the others!" Yelled Ramirez.

Vyse shivered, that voice was very powerful. He glanced at its owner, and for the first time his eyes fell upon the Emperor, and unbeknownst to each of them, his father.

Marco put the boy down and guided him into line.

In the throne room, now there were only a few people; Ramirez, Marco, Vigoro a brown haired woman and a boy about his age, maybe a few months his senior.

Ramirez glared at the array of children before him. Many of them were girls, the oldest looking about thirteen, but out of the boys, the blonde haired one was definitely the oldest.

"Boy, what's your name?!" Snapped the Emperor, glaring at his son.

"Vyse." He replied shortly, his sour expression showing his dislike of the tall Silvite before him.

Ramirez narrowed his eyes at the name.

"Who is your mother!?" he asked.

"Atai of Ixa-Ness." He said.

"Lord," Ramirez nodded for Vigoro to continue, "I suggest that you sentence this boy to death, he attacked and wounded me, and he will continue to cause trouble, Sir."

"Of course he attacked you, Vigoro you fool, you were destroying his home." Ramirez said snidely, marginally impressed that the boy had managed to do some damage to the general, he must be exceedingly quick. "and since when have I valued your opinion!" he snarled.

He drew his attention back to the boy before him. He stood, clad only in a pair of leather trousers, square shouldered, staring unwaveringly into his eyes.

The Emperor caught his breath.... Those eyes.... They were hers.... For a moment he lost himself amongst the memories, before he managed to snap back to reality. Slowly he walked around the Ixa-ness boy noting the faint definition of his biceps and abdominal muscled. The boy was thin, but very strong looking.

The Emperor smirked down at him, the boy met his gaze evenly.

"Vigoro, take this boy to my sparring room. I have been looking for someone worthy enough to be trained under me, and I believe I have found him. Remove his mother from the Harem and give her, her own quarters." He said.

"But-"

"Don't question me Vigoro!" He hissed furiously.

"Yes Lord." Vigoro said, bowing, his eyes narrowing in hatred for both the young boy, and the Emperor.

Ramirez noticed the narrowed eyes but said nothing, he cared not if Vigoro resented him, he disliked the man immensely, but he kept him alive as he was useful, but as soon as Marco, who had turned out very well, became better general material then Vigoro would go. Ramirez shot the man's son a sour glance, in something that could have been jealousy, as long as he had no child, Vigoro's boy was the most legitimate to the Throne. The brown haired gunner was the only one left alive out of the three Vigoro had picked, she barely spoke at all anymore, unless it was to her son.

Vigoro grabbed the boy roughly by his upper arm and wrenched him from the room, doing as much as he could to make the journey as painful as possible, but, to his severe disappointment, the boy made no complaint. At some point along the way he commanded some guards to take the boys mother to one of the spare cells.

Eventually, after what seemed like forever for Vyse, he was shoved into a large room, the walls lined with an exotic array of weaponry and straw mats on the floor.

"You will await the Emperor here." Vigoro said before turning and locking the boy in from the other side.

Vyse, now alone, stood and rubbed his sore skin where the man's iron grip had almost bruised the flesh. Then, he advanced on to explore his new surroundings. His young eyes widened in astonishment at the bright metal, sharpened into perfect points, and his fingers willed him to reach up and examine them more closely, but, he managed to resist.

He spied a large window half open, roughly half way up the wall. Walking over to it, he jumped and caught hold of the sill, pulling himself up onto its wide surface. He glanced out of the window, and a bought of dizziness engulfed him. He had never been so high in his entire life! Below him the smooth, frictionless white wall of the Soltis Tower, dropped away, descending through a thin layer of clouds and finally spreading into the large base.

Vyse teetered forwards, nausea consuming him, and a strange urge to jump.

"Little fool!" Hissed a voice and someone grabbed the back of his trousers and wrenched him down. The little boy yelped in surprise and pain as he hit the floor hard.

Ramirez stood scowling down at him, tugging the window shut.

Vyse felt very small, for some reason, he didn't want to look stupid in front of this man, he was so powerful, and he flushed, lowering his eyes.

"What weaponry skills do you have boy?" Asked the voice.

Instantly Vyse perked up.

"My mother trained me, she taught me how to use a bow, how to use a sword, a spear and.."

"Take this." Ramirez muttered, handing the child a dirk, which to Vyse was a long sword. His eyes gleamed as he held it.

"How many kills have you made?" Was the next question.

Once again the boy lowered his lavender eyes.

"I...well, I was out hunting, and I was about to kill a pig when Ixa-ness was attacked, but.."

Ramirez sneered at him.

"Never drawn blood have you boy?"

"Vyse."

"What?"

"My name is Vyse, stop calling me boy."

He barely had time to raise his blade as Ramirez's came swinging for his head, only just blocking it, however the force of it sent him sprawling onto his back. He found himself unable to move, one foot was pressing down on his chest, and the blade was forcing his chin back.

"You will have some respect in your tone, and I shall call you what I like, as far as I am concerned, you have not yet earned the honour to be called by your name by me!" he said, glaring into lavender eyes....

"Your father, who was he?" Vyse blinked, what sort of a question was that? A light look a sadness filled his eyes.

"I... don't know. My mother, she never speaks of him." He said.

Ramirez turned away, allowing Vyse to slowly get to his naked feet.

"You have great agility boy, not many would have been able to block that attack. Come here tomorrow at 6am, precisely. Now go to your chambers." He said.

Slowly Vyse put down the dirk, but didn't move.

"I don't know where my chambers are, that huge idiot just brought me straight here." He said.

Ramirez glanced at him, a small amount of humour dancing in his eyes, this boy dared to speak badly of his men without batting an eye.

"Well, that's not my problem, find your own way back." He said, turning away again.

Vyse glared at the man's back, before stalking to the door and walking out, he looked up and down the long corridor, each way looking exactly the same.

He was about to start down the right hand one, when a commotion to his left distracted him, and clearly caught the attention of the Emperor through the still open door.

"Move out of my way! I have a right to see my own fucking son!" Vyse couldn't help but grin as he recognised his mothers voice.

Ramirez blinked, he knew that sound and he quickly strode to the boys side. His heart raced as she drew nearer, he couldn't believe it, it was her, it had to be!

Around the corner, being restrained by several men, a black haired, brown eyes female came. As soon as here eyes fell on Vyse she rushed forwards and dragged his small form into her loving embrace, seemingly oblivious to Ramirez.

"Mum..." Vyse muttered, rather embarrassed at this show of affection in front of the Emperor.

Atai let her grip loosen marginally, and her eyes flickered upwards, meeting with the twin emerald orbs that she remembered so well, before she quickly looked away.

"Vyse, I was so worried, when Vigoro said you were with the Emperor..." she trailed off. Standing up, she kept her eyes pinned on the floor, she bobbed her head once to Ramirez before turning, taking Vyse with her.

The Silvite blinked. It wasn't her. How could it be? She was dead.

However, the persona of the young woman, was so like hers that it had thrown him momentarily, particularly when their eyes met, there was something so familiar about her.

His eyes widened, as he caught a faint scent on the air she had so recently passed through... sandalwood. He inhaled deeply, it had been years since he had smelt that. His eyes followed the woman until she vanished round the corner. Something about her was already enthralling him. He shook his head and turned away.

"Mum, how did you know where I was?" Asked Vyse again, and, as before, he received no answer, other than a small shrug. Atai was not about to tell him her past experiences with Soltis, she remembered this place well, and when she had heard that her son was training with Ramirez, she went straight to his sparring room.

She was lost, lost in her own mind. When she had seen him, the desires which had been lying unfulfilled within her had risen, and she had wanted him more than ever. She held the small hand of that man's only son in her own, named after the man who she had been in love with since she had been a child. The mere memory of the brown haired, cocky young man who had stolen her heart brought sickening waves of guilt crashing over her. Back when she was Aika, back when she was a blue rogue, back when she was free, and innocent. How she longed for those days.

But, as she glanced at her son, she knew that she would not change what had happened, for if she did then she would not have him. Her son was so like his father, his hair just above his shoulders, was the exact replica of the Silvite's however, his lavender eyes were her's which were hidden behind the lenses.

After a while of walking through identical corridors, Atai stopped before a door and opened it, leading Vyse inside. It was the same room Atai had once shared with Marco, the two cots in exactly the same place, the only difference was that there was a ragged excuse for a carpet strewn in the centre of the floor, as well as a small table with two stools beside it.

"This is our new home?" Vyse asked distastefully.

Atai sighed and nodded. Their new home.... Back, in the very place she had run from, with the heir to Soltis clinging to her hand. She did not know what would happen, she didn't know how long her identity would remain undiscovered by the Emperor, and how long her son would stay oblivious to his fathers presence. At that moment there was nothing, nothing facing her apart from the tiny room.

Wild-Roze: Ok, so a lot of stuff happened in that chapter, it took quite a while. Hope u like. Think of me tomorrow, and the day after at my party where I am planning on getting horribly drunk! Ok, well bai bai.