So there's this thing. Its called life- I'm not very good at it and lately its been a pain in the *** so yeah, sorry for not posting. That's all for now
Cyn

Lomadia left the three, obviously high ranking people to walk on, they knew were they were going, what did she have to do with it. She attempted to jog back into the castle and away form the king but one of the guards saw her and glared at her, forcing her to stay outside. She looked around at the beautiful waters and moved her hand, controlling the water slightly, causing ripples in the base. Her eyes shone as she did so like a beacon to the stars. She had always wondered what she was and why she here, of all places, here. She would kill to be able to simply leave like Prince Xephos did, his flight training meant he could do so but she was stuck here without a connection. She didn't know who she was really- but Israphel did, he always kept it from her. He wouldn't tell her a thing, not even if he was paid for it.
Why it really that much of a secret? She would often ask herself but realise quickly that any magic in a land were we fight those who greatly out match our own is worth more than the whole castle would be. She sighed and stared up to the stars, wishing there was somewhere she could go and not have to worry about the war- the rebellions- herself. She wished she could go somewhere and have someone care for her, just for a bit, or know that there was someone who would care and love her.
After attempting- and failing- twice to retreat back into the castle thanks to being spotted by guards, she just loitered around the grounds. The water shifted as she walked but never lost its sheen- twisting in ways you would not expect possible. The arrival of guests was strange considering how withdrawn King Israphel had been over the last few weeks, trying to stay away from trouble. He had known it would happen eventually but it seemed to surprise him when news of the rebellions had come, it was like it was too soon or too late for him to realise it was happening. Lomadia didn't know much about life outside of the castle since she had always been here, never allowed to leave, but she did know that people were starving, homeless, without families or a penny to their name. She was scared what would happen to her should another come to rule the castle, would she be disregarded or left to fend for herself because of her strange powers? Probably.
As she thought about it however, she noticed just how bright the moon was- it wasn't even supposed to be a full moon tonight and yet it was brighter than it had ever been. She smiled happily although she didn't really know why, it felt like something good was about to happen despite all the darkness that had followed the death of Israphel's father. It felt like there was someone watching her from the stars, bringing light finally back to her world and perhaps back to Mistral. In those moments of relief she saw something she never expected to see, something very few get witness.

"Firnen?" She muttered to herself, seeing the bright shape between the thick clouds. She shook her head and yet she couldn't wipe the smile of her face, "I guess you know what is going." She chuckled and continued to stroll the garden.

"You miss understand my point Israphel." Ridge responded violently, "I didn't come all the way here just to be sent packing."

The king just shrugged off a response, "And if I say no? What'll you do then?" The young man replied- half laughing while he did so.

Ridge's face turned from neutral to a somewhat sinister grin all too quickly- he was famed for his smile, it could win your heart or scare the shit out of you all too easily.

"Then I'll take it off you." He said, gesturing to the sword that lay sheathed in its hilt.

Israphel looked uneasily from Ridge to the two Enderborn and back again and took a step back. "Come on- we don't you want any trouble do we?" He said with a forced laughed.

Ridge fell into a fake fit of laughter, "Oh! Oh youdon't want any trouble?" He paused to laugh, "That's rich talk coming from the man who started the first Civil war! Killed nearly half your entire population!-"

"-Uh, actually I think it was more than half." Israphel corrected.

"Oh you are a kill joy- no wonder everyone hates you, starting fights, causing world hunger, thirst and homelessness." He threw his hands up in the air in mock surrender, "GG Israphel! GG!" He said and returned to his more serious look.

"You don't belong here Mr 'I can come in and take whatever I want'- you'd better leave before I have my guards escort you out." Israphel said, suddenly standing his ground. Ridge looked confused at his sudden confidence and turned to see almost all of his guards- some running- some not- coming toward them. He coughed purposefully, nodding at Calum and Joseph who simply stood watching for a couple of seconds. They then rose their hands in sync and created a barrier around the four of them.

"Now, we are not leaving until you give up your power- one way or another." Ridge said, hand poised over his sword.

"I really don't think this is necessary Ridge- I have everything under control." Israphel said, looking paler than ever. (And that was some feat for Israphel considering how pale he was already.)

"It is necessary because you clearly don't." He replied, raising his voice ever so slightly.

Israphel stood perfectly still for a few seconds- thinking. The two enders were busy holding the spell and Ridge wouldn't be that good with a sword, right? He was brought up by a family merchants, why would he- but by that logic why would he have a sword at all. Oh god, rock and a hard place, rock and hard place!

"Well Israphel?" Ridge asked impatiently.

"I- uh, don't- uhm. " Israphel stuttered with a sudden look of terror on his face. In the few seconds he hadn't paid attention Ridge had silently pulled his sword to Israphels neck and the ice cold steel was now pressed against his neck.

"It doesn't have to end this way." Ridge warned.

Without warning Israphel stepped back and drew his sword.

What the- How quick did he- How? Ridge thought, while keeping his eye on his opponent.

Israphel smiled, the less you know the better you thief.

Both are ready- but who will strike first?