Sorry for not posting in so long guys. I have a ton of excuses but I'm not gonna use them because for the main part I'm just lazy xD. So, sorry I'm just a typical fan-fic author who doesn't realise how anti-climactic the next post is.

Oh, just as a warning, if you don't like anti-climactic stuff.

Don't read this…

-Meanwhile-

Back in Arabor things had come to turmoil, the humans were of course elated at the death of the king but the fact remained that there was now no king to rule them. Israphel's son whom he'd named after him, Israphel, was still alive and would have to take the throne because that was the rule, whether they liked it or not. He would be a boy king too, only 14, so didn't know the rights and responsibilities to rule without help. The people of Mistral used that to their advantage; they elected advisors to keep the boy from causing trouble and following in his fathers footsteps but it was in vain because he was far more intelligible in what he could do than anyone realised. He was to be crowned tomorrow and the people couldn't stop that, they needed help and they got it, just not from where they imagined.

Following the death of their king and the disappearance of his kin the advisors to Dauthdarte and the people of Arabor discussed at length what would happen to the monarchy. This had never happened in Ender history so there was always a problem they faced or a shadow of doubt among the people. With no way of electing a new king or queen and no way to elect a leader, because lies and doubt were written into the words of every would be ruler that rose to the challenge, they turned to a completely different option, they turned to help the humans and ask for their help in return.

First however they would try to find the children, it was risky not just because they had no idea where they were going but because of their strange and dark past; the king had never revealed more about the children than was necessary but it was full known that Cynda was an excellent magician and sorceress. Not only this but shortly after the announcement of Dauthdarte's death a messenger from Mistral City arrived, passing through the gate with no problem carrying a note saying that their king had fallen too. All of what had happened was shrouded with mystery, a cloak that Cynda and Rythian now wore.

Five knights were dispatched, three rode on knightmares, a type of monstrous horse with black, bat wings, toward Mistral city and two rode on pegasi toward the last place the children were spotted, the old landing site of the humans. They required the pegasi as the humans had polluted the air around that area with nuclear and transportation waste and in doing so made it impossible to live their without a way of purifying the air, something that the pegasi were bred for.

So the hunt is on…

will Cynda return?

Will Rythian be able to find fuel and leave the planet before he is found?

Will this ever get updated because *cough* someone is too lazy to write?

The answer?

Probably.