A/N: I'm back. What more can I say?
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"How long has he been out?" asked Zegai, standing next to Miakis.
"Two days now." Responded the bodyguard. Like Lyon used to do, Miakis was holding vigilance by the Prince's side while he slept, only leaving to eat and use the bathroom.
Zegai closed his eyes for a minute in thought, "I think he's had enough sleep now. The bearer of the sun rune would have an excellent recharge rate," grabbing a nearby bucket, Zegai used the nearby sink to fill it with water.
"Hey wait a second! Magical energy isn't as easily recovered as regular energy!" protested Miakis, trying to block Zegai's path.
The gladiator brushed past her and went to the Prince's bedside.
SPLASH!
"Cough! Cough! What the…where am I? Why am I wet?"
Blinking a few times to adjust his vision, Faourish looked around and found himself in the healing ward, "What happened?"
"Good morning Prince, glad to see you're up."
"Sorry Prince, I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen.
"Zegai? Miakis? What are you guys doing here?"
"I'm your bodyguard silly," said Miakis cheerfully, seeing that the Prince was alright, "And I have no idea what that ogre is doing here."
Zegai ignored Miakis and tossed something towards the Prince. Reflexively, Faourish reached out and caught his folded tri-nunchaku, "Oh crap."
The ex-gladiator smirked, "I believe we have about a weeks worth of training to catch up on, and you've had a nice two day rest as well."
Groaning, the Prince willed his tired limbs into motion and rose from the bed, "Oh man, it feels like I just got hit with the twilight rune again."
"And I was with your squad when you got hit with it," responded Zegai nonchalantly, "it wasn't that bad and I was still able to take out Childrech."
"Prince, you don't have to get up yet," protested Miakis weakly.
"It's ok Miakis, he used to do this every morning, and I have been neglecting my training for the past week," reassured Faourish.
"That's the spirit," said Zegai.
As they started to walk out of the hospital Faourish called over his shoulder, "Coming Miakis? You might need to protect me from Zegai if he trounces me too badly."
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A fifteen minute walk later found them outside the castle grounds in a clearing within a small forest. Several small tree stumps gave the impression that trees had been cut down just for these two fighters. With a silent nod, Zegai and Faourish brought out their weapons and began their workout.
Miakis watched fascinated as Zegai and Faourish performed weapon katas in almost perfect symmetry. The fact that Zegai was wielding a spear and the Prince was using a staff had almost no effect on their precision. Aside from the spear being a little heavier and more dangerous, it was essentially a staff with a blade.
They started out slow, warming up their muscles, steadily going faster until their weapons were nothing more than a blur in the morning sun. Still, they were perfectly timed as to not interfere with each other or with the surroundings. Miakis could have sworn she felt air pressure coming from their attacks.
Finally, at their peak speed, they suddenly stopped, standing on one foot in perfect balance, before slowly resuming the kata. The whole spectacle seemed to last for hours but after 10 minutes, the Prince dropped to the ground for breath.
"Its good to see that you week long vacation hasn't affected your skills much," complimented Zegai as he took a drink from the water skin before tossing it to the Prince.
"Th-thank you," he managed to get out between breaths before taking a drink from the water skin Zegai tossed him, "I needed that."
"Of course you did, now are you ready for the real training?"
Rising off the ground all trace of fatigue vanished from the Prince like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. Readying his staff in the attack position, Faourish prepared to face off against the master gladiator.
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"You know, you could have gone a little easier on him," said Miakis as she lugged the Prince's unconscious body over her shoulder.
"He'll never learn if I do that. He should have blocked that last strike anyways."
"I could barely see it! How on earth could he have blocked it?"
"That's why he's training."
"Just because he's training doesn't mean he has to get knocked out for it,"
"Why not? What better way to learn than experience?"
"Its true Miakis," broke in a new voice, "Ferid knocked me out plenty of times during my training."
"That's only because you kept skipping out on training to go skirt chasing in the city," retorted Miakis to the newly arrived Kyle.
"That's beside the point, anyway that's not what I'm here for. Lucretia sent me to deliver a message to the Prince."
"Well you'll have to wait because somebody," she said adding emphasis, "felt the need to beat him over the head with a training lesson."
"Yeah, Lucretia told me this might happen, so she told me to bring this," he finished procuring a new water skin. Miakis hastily set Faourish on the ground before Kyle upended the contents onto the Prince.
"Gah! What the…where's Zegai? And why do people keep throwing water on me?" Looking around, he spotted the Gladiator, "I fell for it again didn't I?"
Zegai smirked and responded, "A spear is just a staff with a blade at the end of it. It's the staff part you have to watch out for."
"Prince, I have a message for you," broke in Kyle.
"Kyle? What is it?" said the Prince getting up and dusting himself up.
"It's Byakuren and Ernst, they've woken up and something strange happened,"
"Strange?"
"She didn't say anything else, but she said she needed you to calm Byakuren down. Miakis can come too."
"Like you could stop me."
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"At ease."
"Thank you Prince," said the two guards stationed outside of his room.
Faourish, followed by Miakis and Kyle, entered his room to see Lucretia sitting on a chair with Ernst standing next to her in hybrid form.
"Alright, give me the good news first then,"
"Ernst is cured," she said simply.
"But he's still in hybrid form, I thought he wanted to become human again."
"Nah," broke in Ernst suddenly, "I like this form better than my human one, its stronger, faster, and chicks dig the tail."
"Well then, you're welcome. Now what happened to Byakuren?"
"Levi and Jeane are still trying to figure that out. Apparently she somehow inherited the Beast Rune when she walked in on our little magic experiment."
"The Beast Rune? But she's already a beast, what could that possibly do to her?"
"Well, why don't you look for yourself?" So saying Lucertia pulled the blanket off of Byakuren.
The Prince had seen some strange things in his travels, and hybrids weren't exactly uncommon to see, but a hybrid cross between a Byakuren and a human definitely topped his list.
Her human body was covered with the silver scales that adorned the serpent's body, giving her a metallic gleam. Someone had been decent enough to clothe her, but it was obvious to tell she had all of the female parts as well.
The eyes still maintained their lurid red glow and were shaped like a snakes, and her hair also had the same silver color, but a softer, less metallic shade.
"How is this possible?" said the Prince, dropping the blanket in shock, "I thought the Beast Rune transformed humans into beasts, not the other way around!"
"There are many things about runes that we do not know, but that is beside the point. Byakuren is sleeping now, thanks to a small spell. When she woke up the first time, her reaction was rather violent, that's why we want you on hand to pacify her if we can't explain the situation to her in time. I've already sent for Genoh, he should be here shortly."
Kyle looked over the Prince's shoulder, "Man Prince, I don't know how you do it, but you seem to get all the beauties in your army somehow. It must be the silver hair."
Miakis elbowed Kyle, "Keep your mind on the job for a second. We're on standby in case she goes crazy again."
"I shall take my leave of this," cut in Lucretia, "I don't think I'll be much help now. And keep it short Prince, the people are expecting a public announcement from you." Lucretia slowly walked out the door, flanked by her personal guards Cius and Lelei.
"Kyle? Could you go get Retso to fix up some food? I think she's going to be hungry after being out two days, and I haven't eaten yet either."
"Sure thing Prince."
As Kyle exited the room, Faourish gently placed a hand on the serpent-turned-human's head, calling upon the power of the Dawn Rune to dispel the magic sleep induced by Lucretia.
The red eyes, which had been half open before, snapped fully awake. With a loud angry hiss, the sea-serpent began thrashing about wildly in the bed.
"Woah! Byakuren, its me, Faourish! Calm down!" His words fell on deaf ears though as the serpent girl continued to thrash about, unfamiliar to the surroundings and new limbs.
"Miakis, hold her legs!" Nimbly, the bodyguard darted forward, dodged the kicking limbs and held them down with strength belying her size and stature, "Byakuren! Look at me!"
Holding her arms with one hand, the Prince grabbed the serpent's chin and forced her to look at him. After a few seconds, the Prince felt her muscles relax and released his hold on her. Miakis did the same.
"Hissssssss…"
"Byakuren, I don't know what's happened, but try to stay calm okay?"
Tentatively, Byakuren nodded.
"You've transformed into a human, we don't know how it happened, but its going to be a while until you get used to the changes."
"Hssssssss?"
"I'm sorry this happened to you, I'll try to fix this as fast as I can." Faourish slowly let go of her arms, still cautious of an attack.
Weakly, the sea serpent raised a hand and patted him on the shoulder as if to say everything was all right.
"Kyle?" asked the Prince as the door opened to admit Shun Min and the bodyguard, "Do me a favor and look after her until I get back. I have a public announcement I need to make."
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In a lesser place, it may have taken hours for over a hundred people to gather in one place, but in Stormwatch it took only thirty minutes for everyone to gather in the audience hall.
There was some minor chatting going through the crowd, but that died out instantly as soon as the Prince stood in front of the crowd.
Taking a deep breath as if he was about to plunge into a swimming hole, the Prince began his planned speech.
"In all honestly, my thanks to each and every one of you should have come a week ago at the conclusion of this war. None of this would have been possible if it weren't for each and every one of you. All of our factions, human and non-human alike, working together towards one goal is the true spirit of Falena!"
A round of cheers came after that statement, but quieted immediately when Faourish raised his hand.
"I'm afraid though, that I have some bad news for all of you. As many of you know, the final battle against the sun rune was fierce, and it ended up claiming the life of my personal bodyguard, and because of that, I inherited the twilight rune."
With that the Prince held up the orange rune on his left hand, its glow illuminating the whole audience chamber.
"But there was something else that I told no one. The Twilight Rune wasn't the only rune that chose me to be its bearer that day, for I now possess the sun rune as well." Bringing up one hand to his headband, the Prince tore it off to reveal the delicate pattern inscribed on his forehead.
Someone standing outside the hall might have thought a bombshell had just gone off in the audience chamber. It took several commands from the faction leaders and the Prince to restore order.
"I do not blame any of you if you wish to leave the castle now. I have tried to remove it through magic means but it appears that this rune has bonded to me as well."
"Finally, I would like all of the faction leaders to meet me in the conference room for a final debriefing. That is all, you are dismissed."
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"This new revelation has put my mind in conflict," said Talgeyl sadly as he looked down at the table, hands folded in front of him, "I thought highly of royal family until the incident with the sun rune. Over time I reasoned to myself that our real enemy was the sun rune and the Godwins who wished to use it. Now, I really don't know what to think."
"Well, if its any constilation to you, I haven't heard any voices inside my head telling me to kill my allies. I leave that kind of stuff to Nether Gate and the Godwins."
The aged semi-leader of Lordlake looked up in surprise.
"What? You expect that just because I have a new addition to my face that I'm suddenly going to start killing my friends now?"
"But Prince, the Queen couldn't even handle the power of the sun rune. What makes you think that you'll be able to handle it any better than her?"
Galleon lightly tapped his halberd on the ground making a soft sound echo throughout the stone room, "Please speak respectfully in his highnesses presence."
"Talgeyl is right to be suspicious of the prince," broke in Georg, "They have, after all, been on the receiving end of the Sun Rune's power before."
"I don't blame you either," said the Prince, "I won't try and stop you if you wish to pull your troops out of this castle, but I would like for use to still be allies."
Talgeyl stood up indignantly, "My dear Prince, I never said I didn't trust you, I merely do not trust the abomination attached to your forehead! You're our captain, the leader of our resistance, a hero in the eyes of Falena! It is merely the rune I do not trust, not you. You are one of the people that I trust the most."
"So if you trust me, then will you trust me in saying that I wish you would support the new Queen Lymselia?"
"It will be difficult for anyone in Lordlake to trust the crown again unfortunately. My people would much rather throw their support behind you."
"Me? Please explain."
"While I have no doubt that Lymselia will one day be a competent ruler, she is still just a child and is easily overshadowed by politicians wishing to remove power from her. The likely case is that a retainer will be assigned to her until she comes of age and the retainer will wish to take power for himself, or herself, as well. With the Barrows and the Godwin faction crumbling, other political parties are rushing in to fill the vacuum of power."
"Naturally, but these factions pose little threat. The territory of Stormfist is under the control of the crown and the nobles in Rainwall are disbanding from Euram Barrows as we speak."
(A/N: If you haven't figured it out yet, this story goes with Eresh as the last star of destiny)
"Forgive me for saying this, but you're wrong Prince. Stormfist is not under control of the crown, it is under YOUR control. And frankly, I'd much rather have you fill that vacuum of power rather than some other sleazy politician. Just remember that you'll always have the support of Lordlake, Sun Rune or not."
With that, Talgeyl stood up, picked up his straw hat off the table and exited the meeting room.
"Well," said the Prince airily, "That was…unexpected."
"But not unreasonable Prince," said Lucretia, sitting on his left, "You know the attitude of Lordlake towards the crown, although I can't quite respect your decision to bow out of the political system when you own all of its symbols."
"Neither do I," said Taylor sitting a couple seats down from him. He had asked the Prince if he could take notes on the meetings to give reports on the aftermath of the war. Faourish had let him without a second thought. After all, who was he to deny the right of the press?
"It's strange really," said the Prince offhandedly, "The whole time when I was fighting, I was focused solely on one goal, and that was to defeat the Godwins. Now that their faction is gone, I really don't know what to do now."
"What you need Prince," said a new voice, "is a vacation."
The Prince looked up to see the Raftfleet officials, including Logg, Lun, and Subala standing in the doorway. Silently, the five filed in and took seats around the table.
"A…vacation?"
"Exactly. From the first time you visited us to the final fight with the Lunar Moth when was the last time you actually took some time off for yourself?"
"Well there was the time I went to meet with the Island Nations representatives…that can technically be counted…"
"You went over there to fight pirates, a sea monster, and recruit four people, including two of the navy's finest, into our ranks."
"Well what about the time I…"
"You were tracked by five assassins and you indirectly started another one of our battles just as our portable catapult got developed, allowing us to wipe them out."
"There was that one time when we went incognito to…"
"The only one who was fooled by those disguises was the town drunk, and he was passed out. Not to mention that town was next on the hit list for the Godwins."
"Okay so maybe that wasn't exactly a vacation, but there was that one time," Raja gazed at him skeptically, "Okay your right. I haven't had a vacation in over a year. So what?"
"So your judgment is compromised and you may make decisions you regret. Take some time off, go visit some different lands or something, just get away from here for a while."
"Ya know? She's right an all," piped in Logg, "Ever since Ferid and Arshtat kicked the bucket an all, you really haven't really had time to relax." His comment was interrupted by Lun comically slamming her boathook on his head.
"Stop talking."
"The point is Prince," broke in Raja, "You need a break, and Raftfleet is willing to provide you a ship so you can take a couple weeks off. Then you can decide what you're going to do then."
Faourish bowed his head in thought for a bit, "I'll consider your offer. Right now I still have to meet with the Dragon Calvary, the Beavers, the Dwarves, and several other factions as well. It's going to take the better part of the day so forgive me if I can't give you an answer right away."
"Naturally Prince. Raftfleet is going to hand around in the area for another week or so, please take your time to decide." With a final nod Raja left, taking her crew with her.
"Well what do you think Lucretia? Should I take a vacation?"
Lucretia closed her eyes in thought for a minute like she always did when making an important decision. Everyone in the room was silent, waiting for her dictation. Finally she opened her eyes, "Although it may not be in out best interests I think we could use one."
The Prince nodded almost automatically agreeing with her, then something clicked in his mind, "Wait a second, what do you mean we?"
"Of course I mean we Prince. I'm still in service to you after all."
"But…the wars over. I didn't think you'd be hanging around much longer."
"Just because I am a tactician doesn't mean my skills are suited solely for the battlefield."
"Care to elaborate a bit?" asked Miakis, saving Faourish the trouble.
"Like it or not Prince, you are going to be thrown into Falena's political system eventually. Foreign countries will be requesting your hand in marriage, people will be, to put it bluntly, kissing your ass to gain your favor. You may have been taught the basics of your political system from your education at the castle but that has hardly prepared you for all the pitfalls and twists that politics encompass. The fact that we have a child on the throne, no offense to Lymsellia, does not make things easier."
"Well when you put it that way," grumbled Miakis loud enough for Lucretia to hear. She ignored her.
"You might have already heard this from some of the more snobbish nobles, but Prince's in Falena are usually nothing more than a figurehead to be married off in order to forge alliances between other countries. You, however, probably hold more power and sway over the people than Lymsellia does right now."
"Politics can be just as dangerous as the battlefield at times, and it requires a sharp mind to navigate through it, which is why I'm staying with you for the time being," lowering her voice a bit she continued, "and I really need a vacation too."
Faourish couldn't help but smirk at her last comment, "Alright then, it's settled. Once we finish disbanding the army then we join up with Raja and the crew."
"Sir!"
All of the speakers looked up to see a soldier in standard issue armor walk into the room.
"What is it?" asked the Prince suddenly feeling very tired.
"Craig, Roog, and Rahal are here to see you."
"Send them in."
Craig entered point position with Roog and Rahal to his left and right. When he stood before the Prince, he brought his fist to his chest, inclining his head slightly as a show of respect.
"Normally I wouldn't have put this meeting off for so long, but I suppose all of us needed this week to mourn," opened Craig, "I had funerals to attend to yesterday, a fifth of my men didn't make it through the war and a sixth of our dragon horses are dead as well, so I respect your privacy, unprofessional as it is."
Faourish replayed the comment a few times in his head trying to find where it lay on the insult-compliment scale.
"But that's not why I'm here."
"Why are you here then?"
"It's actually because of this little guy right here. Yoran! Bring him in please."
Yoran, followed by Nick, entered the room leading a Dragon Horse by his collar. He was gold colored with flecks of white scattered across his underbelly.
The Prince stood up surprised, but then slowly approached the golden beast.
"Saber?"
As if in answer to his question, the gold dragon-horse nodded its head and butted its head against the Prince's chest.
Flashback: Gordius (Dragon Horse Lair)
"Well, that's another set of asses down in this war," said the Prince to no one in particular as he was cleaning off his Tri-Nunchaku. Usually when fighting humans he didn't have to clean his weapons but, well let's just say that he was getting annoyed with Nether Gate.
All around him the camp was starting to come alive with trainees and dragon horses alike. Roog had been right, the place was lively and even now people of ages ranging from 12 to 20 were lining up for morning combat practice.
"So, can we expect your support now?" asked Faourish as he heard Rahal come up behind him.
"Yes, we've already sent a messenger to Craig, our units should coordinate with yours for the reclaiming of the castle."
Faourish didn't look back at Rahal, but continued to watch the dragon horses as their trainers saddled them up.
"What's wrong with that dragon horse?" asked Faourish pointing towards a gold colored beast lying on the ground.
"Oh him?" The Prince turned around to see that Rahal's face had turned suddenly grim, "He was born lame. Not his fault but as a dragon horse he's useless."
"What's going to happen to him?"
"Well, he's to be scheduled for execution. He can't fight or carry a rider, and if he was to breed then he might…Prince?"
At the word execution, the Prince had already gotten up and began walking towards the creature. The dragon horse didn't even protest when the Prince had sat down next to him.
'His spirit is crushed,' thought the Prince, 'He already seems to know what fate awaits him simply because he was born.'
Slowly running a hand over his head, the Prince examined the dragon horse closely. He, or she, was slightly smaller than Ax, his (or her) horns barely developed. One of its legs hung limply at its side, evidence of its unnatural birth.
Slowly running a hand over its legs, the Prince was surprised to see the Dawn Rune glow of its own accord. Focusing on that thread of released power, Faourish let the magic guide him.
Rahal was about to interrupt, but was stopped by Georg, "Let him work."
For one brief moment, the Prince's body glowed entirely blue, and then the color slowly started to drain from the Prince into the dragon horse's leg. Georg could have sworn that the Prince's eyes glowed blue for a brief moment as he opened them, nearly collapsing from the strain.
"Prince, are you okay?" asked Rahal running forward and catching him before he fell backwards onto the grass.
"I'm…fine," he gasped out, "How…is…he?"
"She Prince," Rahal corrected, "And…well I don't know really."
Everyone turned their attention back towards the comatose dragon horse. Slowly, shakily at first, the child dragon horse began to rise, wobbling on the newfound strength in its leg. It began walking forward a few steps its posture becoming surer with each pace, a wave of confidence slowly overcoming its features and posture.
"I don't believe it," said Roog, awe clearly evident in his voice, "What on earth did you do to her?"
"I don't know," said the Prince seriously, "The Dawn rune was speaking to me, telling me that I had the power to heal him."
"I'm glad you did," said Rahal, "He was a beautiful dragon horse and we were putting off his execution for as long as we could, but Craig is sort of a stickler for tradition and the old fashioned rules."
The dragon horse, having figured full use of her limbs, began to pace around at a slow trot in a circle around the group. After a few minutes of this she began to look at her surroundings as if she were discovering them for the first time again.
"So what's going to happen to her now?" asked the Prince as he got to his feet.
"Well, normally we'd try to find her a rider from our trainees, but in this case…"
WHAM!
The Prince sucked in air as he got the wind knocked out of him after being tackled by the gold dragon horse. She wasn't very big, but she had considerable weight and enough momentum to knock him over. Georg nearly had his sword unsheathed before Roog grabbed his arm.
"…the only person who she would let ride her now is you."
As if to prove his point, the healed dragon horse began licking Faourish's face. The Prince laughed in spite of himself, "Woah girl, okay that's enough."
Thankfully the dragon horse stopped licking him, however she still didn't let him up.
"Roog, does this dragon horse have a name I can call her?"
"No, we never really thought she'd be around long enough to answer to one, although we usually name them after weapons."
Slowly, Faourish reached up a hand to pet the dragon horse on the head, "Then I guess your new name is going to be Saber."
Saber closed her eyes and nodded her head as if to agree with the name.
Unfortunately, there were several complications that kept him from seeing Saber again. Craig, while grateful for the healing, could not spare the resources to transfer her with the main troops. All that he took for the reclaiming of the castle was a hundred stout men who rode fast and hard for a day and a half. It was enough though.
Working in conjunction with the beavers they were able to sink the entire sea force stationed there without suffering a single casualty. After clearing the way, Raja's flagship and another archer ship were able to drive back Childrech's unit. The rest of the troops surrendered.
In the oncoming war, Saber had been forgotten amidst the battles, traveling, and Sialeeds' betrayal. But now…
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"What's she doing here?" asked the Prince, showing the first sign of happiness that day. Saber had grown in the time he had been away. Although she still wasn't big enough to ride, she had grown from waist height to chest level.
"From what the trainers tell me, she practically broke her stable trying to get out. We tried to find another rider for her, but, like Rahal said, she won't take another. Many dragon horses, including Axe, Flail, and Lance, bond for life if they think their riders are worthy."
"So…what happens now?" asked Faourish while absentmindedly stroking Saber's head.
"Now? Well obviously you need to be trained. You weapons skills are incredible so we don't need to train those, but there are various arts on horseback that you must be schooled in. For instance, a staff is not quite the ideal tool to use on a dragon horse, and archery is much more challenging when you are in motion."
"I have ridden horses before," said the Prince indignantly.
"Yes but I doubt any horse you've ridden could jump six feet or move faster in water then on land."
"Fair enough I suppose," he said grudgingly, "but aren't you returning to castle Sauronix?"
"Yes, and normally I would require someone bonded with a dragon horse to come to Sauronix to complete his training."
"You know I can't do that Craig," reminded the Prince.
"Of course you can't," he agreed, "But a dragon horse isn't a responsibility to be taken lightly. They are a symbol of Falena, much like the runes you bear."
"So what are you suggesting then?"
"Simply to assign you a personal trainer who can instruct you in the care of your dragon horse, as well as give you flute lessons."
"Personal trainer? Who were you thinking about?"
"Rahal," said Craig simply.
"My sister," broke in Rahal, "has expressed wishes to stay here. She claims that this castle has a particularly pleasing sound to it. She also said that she will help you construct your flute."
Faourish involuntarily shivered. Even though he didn't mention her name he still got the shakes whenever she was mentioned. Looking back on it, he really had no idea what possessed him to ask her to join him, but then again, he was still wondering why people like Cornelio were still sticking around.
"So," said the Prince after an awkward moment of silence, "Now that that's out of the way, what did you guys want to talk about?"
Craig scratched his chin in though, "Well, this was more of a final parting really, we just wished to say goodbye and invite you to return to castle Sauronix any time you wished."
"What about the sun rune?"
"What about it?" he asked in fake mild surprise, then slowly walked out of the room.
"It was great fighting with ya," said Roog with a wave and followed behind Craig. Nick and Yoran merely bowed and waved before following Roog out the door.
"You know," said Taylor, "While I must admit that Craig is a little old fashioned, he does have an excellent character."
Faourish could only nod in agreement and sat down in his seat. Saber curled up in a corner of the room while Rahal took an empty chair across from the Prince.
"So then, who's next?"
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A/N: Only now do I realize just how hard it is to manage 108 different characters, no matter how minor their roles. However, I hope that you enjoyed the new chapter.
