A/N: Hello everyone and Happy Friday.
-Randomfangirl- I said I would try. Yes, I'm a horrible liar.
-Anibella-I'm sorry I know he was your favorite. As for why he said it, he's fed up with these nobles and their orders. Ghirahim has held back a lot both in this story's predessor and in this fic, but I don't think he'll hold back any more. Unfortunately many of your questions will not be answered in this chapter or the next, so bear with me. Oh and as I stated in the summery the cover art was drawn by LaCorpse. I'm not nearly that artistic.
-SaraTheAngelic- I find it very amusing that you and Anibella have very different views on Vladimir. But your idea of poisoning was a very good one, I wonder why he didn't use poison. Hmm, anyways, Midna will definately get her chance to beat Vlad into a pulp, but not this chapter. Well, here's another chapter for you to enjoy.
.me- I'm sorry I don't understand. But thank you for reviewing.
And since we have a question, I've brought Rahzel and Ghirahim.
*both wave*
Rahzel: So Anibella, You're wondering how it feels to be betrayed. *sigh* I really can't describe the emotions. At first I was shocked and then so angry. *frown* I know that was an obivious answer. And Blackrose, thank you for saying I'm nice. I try to be understanding and I'm also to blame for ruining every happy moment.
Ghirahim: I believe that it's my turn. Anibella, I don't know what you mean about being betrayed. But if someone did betray me, I will make them beg for mercy. I'll deafen them with the sounds of their screams. I'll...
Rahzel: I think they have the idea.
Ghirahim leaned over the map that Midna had brought. "She should have been here by now," he said to himself.
"I say let's look for them. If its just her and your advisor and they were attacked, they will need our help," Midna said.
Ghirahim nodded his agreement, "Ask one of the generals to watch over the troops while we go and search for them." Midna left without a bow or any form of respectful gesture. Ghirahim shrugged the two of them were always going to be at odds. Ghirahim stepped away from the table and begun to walk to the entrance to his tent. There was a solid thump and Ghirahim turned to the sound seeing an arrow quivering where he was standing moments ago.
Ghirahim took another sidestep and another arrow appeared where he was standing. The noble teleported out of his tent. He looked quickly for the source of the attack, but didn't see anything. "Everything okay?" Midna asked looking in the same direction as the noble.
"I believe that someone just tried to kill me," Ghirahim said.
Midna narrowed her eyes, "then we should leave before someone does take you out." The pair left the cluster of tents heading back to the castle.
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Rahzel opened her eyes slowly. She took a deep breath in and then released it. She was laying on her side hiding in the brush that lined the road. She put her ear to the ground listening for any footsteps. She could hear none. The albino pushed herself to her knees, pausing to catch her breath. She then slowly rose to her feet putting her hand on her stomach to stop the slow leaking of blood.
She took a tentative step forward wavering slightly. She swallowed roughly and put her other foot in front of the first. Each step was a battle to keep her knees from collapsing. "Rahzel," a voice that sounded a lot like Ghirahim called out. Rahzel took a step back unsure if she actually heard the noble's voice. "Rahzel," the voice called out more desperately.
"I'm here," she answered softly. The sound of running footsteps crescendoed. Ghirahim came into view. An instant later he was pulling her into his arms.
"Thank the goddesses," he said with a sigh of relief running his fingers through her hair. He held her away from him to look over her. "Who did this to you?" he asked in a cold, harsh voice. Rahzel shivered at the frightening tone.
"It was Vladimir, Ghirahim," Rahzel whispered, "I'm so sorry."
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Link looked from one general to another. Each were arguing about where the demons would strike next. The door to the tactical room opened revealing one of the messenger boys. "your majesty, the patrol that you sent out came back empty handed," he said.
"That demon said that she would be there," Groose said.
"They aren't known for their honesty," Fi stated plainly.
"She was there at one point, Sir," the messenger said, "they found traces of her blood around the area."
"Did they follow the trail?" Link asked.
"Someone cleaned up after themselves," the messenger said. Link excused the young boy and the boy exited.
"So much for a negotiation," Link said with a sigh.
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Rahzel watched as all the demons in the army camp begun to tighten their armor and polish their weapons. A sense of dread overcame her. "Is everything alright, Rahzel?" Midna asked.
The woman shook her head, "I'm unsure of the outcome of this battle." Rahzel looked over the people she got to know over the course of the war. The thought of any of them dying because of her orders was heartbreaking just as heartbreaking as the thought of all the Hylians that would die as the result of her orders.
"You haven't looked to see?" Midna asked.
"No, I have. But I see nothing," Rahzel said with a sigh.
"Rahzel," Ghirahim's voice called before his hands rested on her shoulders protectively. Rahzel looked up to see him smiling down. "The guards found something interesting among Vlad's things. I thought you might want to see."
"Sure Ghirahim, but what of our impending siege?" Rahzel asked.
"This can help us track down whatever group Vladimir got himself caught in." Ghirahim clarified. Rahzel understood what this meant. Ghirahim, Midna and all of those of noble birth would be safe from whatever revolutionary faction was in their court.