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A/N: Alright, here's part two of the 3 part doohickey! Enjoy, fave follow and read on!
Last time on Blue Wolf….
Closing his eyes, Khimari started to think about Ike and the company...and his freedom.
'Time to plan my escape…'
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Going in, the army entered the heart of Daein's capital, the Daein Keep.
….Suddenly, the doors swung shut behind them, smashing closed with a loud thump. Immediately, panic started to arise from the soldiers.
"The gates just closed behind us!" one yelled.
"We're trapped! Run! RUN!"
"We're under attack! They're all gonna kill us!"
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"Everyone, calm down!" Ike commanded, doing his best to ease the frightened soldiers. "Get a hold of yourselves! No one's even attacked us!"
"Ike!" Titania called, coming to the commander's side.
"Titania!" he called back, looking around. "Where's Princess Elincia?" he asked, noticing her absence.
"She's safe," the paladin eased. "She's with the supply convoy. We have very close guard around them."
Satisfied, Ike turned his attention to Soren. "Soren, is this an enemy trap?"
"...It could be…" he answered after a somewhat long pause.
"If so, to what end?" Titania followed much faster than Soren responded.
"Well….the goal isn't to divide our troops and reduce our fighting strength, obviously," Soren quickly deduced, the gears in his head rolling again. "If we're all packed together, that must mean that whatever they're planning, they want all of us to experience it."
"...So that means Daein thinks they have something they consider insurmountable. A secret weapon, of sorts…." Titania connected.
"So they're absolutely sure they'll win, is that it?" Ike summarized, muttering to himself. "King Ashnard of Daein….You'll regret underestimating us," he declared, raising his sword over his shoulder.
"No matter what," Soren began, "we must remain caution. We can spare no efforts to protect Princess Elincia. We should put together an elite team and head for the throne room," he strategized. "Choose the members of this team with care. Everything will rest on their shoulders," he gravely reminded Ike.
Taking a deep breath, he started to think about who he should take on the mission that would determine the fate of Crimea. "...Soren, you come….Titania, as well," he began. "Mordecai, Rikari, Zihark, Ilyana, Volke….Oscar, Boyd, Rolf, Reyson and Nephenee." As he called the names, those called walked up and readied themselves for battle. "The rest of you, secure our backs and keep Princess Elincia safe," he ordered, before turning forward with the small squad.
"Alright! Let's move out!" Ike rallied. Cautiously, the group of fighters ventured into the Keep. Being cautious turned out to be a boon, as almost instantly the Mercenaries found themselves assaulted by a unit of soldiers lead by a halberdier.
"Titania! Oscar!" Ike called, falling back as the two equestrians rushed ahead of the group, taking out two of the soldiers. "Advance!" he commanded.
The rest of the ragtag group blitzed the group, making quick work of the small band of Daein opposition. "Titania," Ike called. "Take some of our forces and head north. We'll continue on this side of the divide."
"Yes, commander," she said, before lifting her battle axe. "Oscar, Volke, Nephenee, Zihark, with me!" she called. The aforementioned names stepped out of the group and followed the deputy commander directly north, on the other side of the split. While they went that way, Ike took the other group along the walls of the Keep, continuing their assault.
The welcoming committee for Ike's group was a small unit of soldiers. Charging right ahead, Ike engaged a soldier, beginning another proxy battle between the Daeins and the Mercenaries.
Dodging a lance thrust, Ike slashed the man's arm. As the Daein cried in pain, Ike moved in and made another gash across his chest, throwing him to the ground. Looking at the rest of the troop, he found that the soldiers were dispatched with relative ease. "Onward!" he directed, pushing further into the Keep.
A spell stopped him right in his tracks, however. Looking ahead, he caught sight of a knight and a bishop barricading their path to the throne. "Ilyana! Soren!" he called, spurring the two mages to action. The two spellcaster responded with magic of their own, wind and thunder clashing against the enemy bishop. All the while, Ike used it for cover to close in on the bishop.
Bypassing the knight, Ike slashed the bishop across his stomach before turning around to see Mordecai and Rikari double-teaming the knight. Meanwhile, Boyd and Rolf took on two archers that tried to attack from behind. Satisfied with the current flow of battle, Ike decided it good enough to move forward even closer to the throne room.
Not much farther ahead, another knight greeted Ike, Ilyana and Soren. Filled with determination, Ike ran forward and with all his strength, struck the armor. It pierced the armor as if it was paper and rammed through the soldier's stomach. Pulling the sword out, Ike started to look behind before he felt electricity course through him.
Crying in pain, he convulsed a few times, barely managing to stay on his feet. "Ike!" a voice called out. A few seconds later, he heard the sound of singing. Recognizing it as Reyson, he felt relief when some of his wounds started to heal and his energy begin to return to him. Standing tall again, he looked back to the heron.
"Thank you."
"No problem," the Laguz replied. Just then, Titania rushed back from ahead of Ike, looking at the blue-haired boy from the top of her horse.
"You should be more careful of those mages," she told him.
"Duly noted," he replied rather cheekily. "What's the current state of things?"
"We handled a subgeneral from a little while back," the paladin reported. "The general's name protecting the throne is Ena, and from the looks of it, she's no pushover."
"Ena…" Ike echoed. "Any serious injuries?"
"None of yet."
"We'll split up again. Go on the fork to the left, while we'll take the right. Then we can regroup before we enter the throne room." Nodding, Titania galloped away to gather her batch of soldiers while Ike rallied the remaining ones. "Come on! We're almost to the throne!"
Almost instantly, the Mercenaries received opposition in the form of a mage and a sage, with two halberdiers and a sniper following closely behind. "Ilyana! Soren!" Seconds after Ike called their names, magic bolts of lightning and wind blasts flew overhead towards the enemy spellcasters. "Charge!" The Crimean mercenary yelled, using the magic battle as cover to rush to the sniper. In response, the soldier quickly took a bow out of his quiver. Before he could shoot, however, Ike reached him and forced his bow to the ground with his sword. Turning back to the sniper, Ike gave a quick triplet of slashes to the unarmed bowman, ending him at the spot. Looking back, he saw all the other soldiers dealt with and defeated. Giving the signal to go forward, Ike's sight turned back forward….to see a General in pure white armor staring at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ike challenged, walking forward, sword pointed in the Daein's direction. It was an older man, with a moustache and the look of many years of experience.
"I am Tauroneo," he confidently boomed, "a general of Daein. Young general of Crimea, I have but one question to ask you," he continued, admittedly throwing Ike off guard. "Your swordsmanship is familiar...Who taught you to fight in this way? That style was only used by one man….an old friend of mine."
"My father. He taught me to use a sword," Ike answered, extremely curious at this point of this general.
"Is that so?" the General said, a look of reminiscence on his face. "Then you are Gawain's son," he put together, making Ike's eyes go wide.
"Wait! Are you a friend of my father's?"
"We were good friends….long ago," he confirmed, changing Ike's attitude to one of amazement. "How is the old goat?"
"...My father no longer lives," the commander answered, his expression becoming hardened in an attempt to ward away the sadness of his father's death. "He was defeated and slain by a Daein General."
"It cannot be!" the General bellowed in shock. "For the Gawain I knew….Who was it? Who slayed Gawain?" he inquired.
"A knight encased in black armor."
"The Black Knight…" the man said, the name coming out as a mere whisper. Tauroneo stood for a few more moments, his eyes closed before they opened, resetting their gaze at Ike. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asked suddenly, throwing Ike off-guard.
"I have one sister," Ike answered warily, wondering what the General would want.
"In that case," the Daein began, putting his lance at attention. "I will not fight you." Ike's face was gobsmacked, and that put it nicely. "The world must not lose Gawain's style of swordsmanship," he explained. "I surrender. You may lock me away or execute me or what you will. I care not."
"Are you sane?" Ike blurted, coming out in a very Khimari-like way.
"Very much so," he answered, his face as serious as his tone. "I had already decided that I would die in this place. I have served this country for many years…since the time of the previous king. But the current regent….He rules through fear and terror and thirsts of nothing but war. I can abide it no longer."
"If you plan on dying anyway…." Ike thought aloud. "Join us. We need your strength."
"You would take a former Daein general?" he asked with a look of respect and shock on his face. "I cannot. Your fellow Crimeans would resist. They would never accept it."
"Well, we as an army do not have the luxury of being picky," Ike rebutted. "Please….lend us your strength."
"...As you will," the General agreed, raising his lance. "I've already thrown my life away. If I can serve you somehow, you may use it as you see fit."
Nodding, Ike turned his gaze away from the newest recruit to Titania and her sub-unit arriving at the entrance to the throne room. "Who's this?" the red-haired paladin asked immediately.
"New recruit. What's our status?"
"Cleared out. All that's left is the throne room."
"It's about time we end this," Ike determined, walking towards the throne room determined. "Ashnard! Show yourself!" he shouted, going around to see….a dragon?
"A Goldoan dragon?" he asked in surprise, also shocking all of the company.
"I've been waiting for you," a feminine voice spoke, yet rough in all the dragon's transformed glory. "You are General Ike, are you not?"
"How did…" Ike started, thinking that they were relatively unknown. "Who are you?"
"My name is Ena. By orders of the king, I am the protector of this capital."
"Withdraw," Ike commanded in the most authoritarian tone possible against a Goldoan dragon easily more than twice his size. "I've no desire to fight against you. It's Ashnard that we're after."
"I regret to inform you that the King is not here," the Dragon said, surprising all of the company even further.
"WHAT!?" Ike said, voicing everyone's thought.
"The King and the main body of the Daein Army remain in Crimea, where they have been since it fell," Ena continued.
"What are you saying? That the King abandoned the capital?"
"...I share your desire to see this conflict end," Ena dodged. "So rather than to see you travel to Crimea and fight Ashnard, I felt it would be much faster for me to defeat you and your army here. Don't you agree?"
"That's one way to look at it," the Crimean admitted, unsheathing his sword. "The problem is that I'd never let you do as you please with Crimea.
"We cannot having it both ways," Ena said. "We both want what is in our own interest, and that is why we have conflict. If neither of us will yield, our conflict will continue until only the stronger of us remains," she cryptically said. "I have my own reasons for fighting….And I will see you fall." Finishing that, she inhaled deeply, signaling the start of the battle.
With a battle cry, faced the dragon down as she exhaled, a pink flame flowing from her mouth. "Get out the way!" he told everyone, diving from the fire himself. Knowing he had no time to relax, Ike ran towards the Dragon and slashed her sides with his sword. A scratch had been made, but due to the Goldoan's hard scales, it was probably a small prick at best.
In response, Ena simply smacked Ike away with his hand, throwing him at least ten feet away on his back. Getting up, he saw the two Laguz and the triplets surrounding Ena. Getting up, Ike prepared himself to join the fray before he noticed something.
Ena was much more protective of her left side than her right. Whenever Boyd tried to attack the left side, she gave it priority over Rikari and Mordecai on the right. "Focus your attacks on her left side!" Ike yelled out, jumping back into the fray.
Listening to the commander, Mordecai switched sides and lunged at the pink dragon, only to get knocked away by her tail. However, Rikari used the distraction to sneak in and score his claws down her side.
It showed that it was more sensitive as Ena slightly winced in pain. Hardening his eyes, Ike ran forward with his sword and slashed Ena's belly, creating a slight wound. Grunting, Ena inhaled for another breath. Sensing the incoming danger, Ike waited until the last moment before diving to the right, avoiding the blast and coming right to Ena's side.
Giving no mercy, Ike yelled as he plunged his weapon into Ena's side, going quite deep. Roaring in agony, Ena snapped to Ike. Before he could get his sword out, Ena grabbed him and threw him into Boyd before yanking the sword out of her side, a gush of blood following. Getting back up, he saw Ena get hit with a particularly strong Thunder spell, courtesy of Ilyana, that made Ena scream even more. "Let's go all out!" Ike shouted, trying to end this as quickly as possible.
What ensued was a fury of steel against the Goldoan, who was forced on the defensive after the devastating blow to her side. Trying her best, a ferocious blow from Soren blew her back far enough, and forced the mighty dragon on her knee.
"Stop!" Ike ordered, breathing heavily with relief that it seemed over. Everyone had sustained injuries during the fight with the Goldoan, and it would take much longer to recover from this unexpected foe.
Reverting back to Beorc form, Ena, who had orange skin and pink hair, fell to her knees, panting and defeated. "You...are strong," she said, slowly picking herself up. "I have lost," she said sadly.
"Then calm yourself and surrender," Ike offered, limping up to her. "There's no reason for you to die."
"That….I cannot do," she rejected, staring directly into Ike's eyes with an expression of desperation.
"What?" Ike said, surprised. She was defeated, and was surrounded by the enemy. How could she refuse?
"I must….go to him!" she said, tears threatening to break loose from her eyes. She ran to Ike's left, stopping as Nasir came right in her path.
"Great timing, Nasir!" Ike commented. "Grab her!" Instead of obeying Ike, Nasir ran up to the commander, with an unreadable expression on his face.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, confusing Ike.
"Nasir?" Ike started. Before he could ask any further, Nasir punched him in the stomach, blasting all the wind out of him. "Ungh…." Ike croaked, grabbing his stomach and trying not to hit the ground.
"Ike!" Soren yelled, running to the blue-head's side.
"Nasir! What are you doing?" Titania interrogated, coming closer to the man gone mad.
"Go now!" he told Ena, who nodded and ran away in the confusion. Seconds later, the Deputy Commander jumped off her horse and detained him while Ike caught his breath.
"We'll talk later, Titania," Ike said. "First, we have to return to base…and get some answers," he finished, staring right at the traitor who helped the Goldoan escape.
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Four days later….
'I think I got it,' Khimari thought as he laid on his cell bed, eyes closed. The soldiers rotated shifts approximately every 6 hours, and there was a 5 minute wait period between guards, 10 at the night shifts because of the soldiers' laziness. So his best way out would be at night, in the middle of the break. There were two knights at the end of the hallway, judging by the heavy clanking of armor, and afterwards, there were two long hallways that led outside the palace.
"Beast!" a familiar voice yelled, breaking his chain of thought. Looking up, the soldier was opening his cell quickly. As the key turned, the cell opened wide, revealing….Petrine. "It's time for you to see the King," she said, a malicious smile on her face.
"Oh….okay, cool, I guess," he unenthusiastically said, really not looking forward to this.
"Come!" the Daein Rider barked. Almost instantly, two soldiers came out and chained Khimari's arms, making sure he couldn't do anything. "Now that you're all cozy, you come with me," Petrine said to the wolf.
"Sure, Milady," the Laguz snarkily returned. In response, the woman only gave a "hmph" as the two walked the palace of the Crimean capital. The trip was silent, as for ocne, the goth lady wasn't in the mood to talk or smoke him like dinner meat. Only a few minutes later, they arrived at the throne room, which was heavily guarded.
It seemed like they knew of the visit, given how quickly they spreaded apart to make room for the two of them. If the circumstances weren't absolute crap, Khimari would've felt highly appreciative.
Stopping at the door, Petrine politely knocked and waited before she heard a gruff "enter." Obeying, she opened the door, holding it for Khimari before promptly closing it shut and leaving its care to a soldier.
"Ah, so I finally see you," the voice said again, malicious and powerful. Looking up, Khimari saw the cause of all the pain and strife from this war: King Ashnard.
The man was huge, clad in blue armor with amazingly long robes and an aura of evil. His very being made Petrine herself nervous, as could tell by the Paladin's increasing heart rate and shivers, not to mention the fear scent rolling off her.
"Petrine! Where's the report?" he interrogated. Quickly, the Paladin pulled out a piece of parchment and kneeled down before the King, holding it outwards in her hands. Grabbing it, Ashnard signaled Petrine to return to Khimari's side as he read said report, which Khimari wanted to hear as well.
A few moments later, Ashnard laughed as he ripped the paper in two. "So the capital's fallen, eh?" he said out loud, making Khimari flutter inside with happiness. That meant Ike and the others were alright and fighting on. "I knew it would come to this!" the crazy man continued. "How disappointing, even still. It doesn't matter how well you train an army-if they don't fight, they become weak. What's the life of a warrior without a steady diet of war? Pain and blood are the foods of a true warrior!" he bellowed, slamming his fist on the throne upon which he sat.
'Okay….this dude is insane,' Khimari thought as he watched the display.
"Suh-Speaking of soldiers," Petrine spattered, obviously scared of making one wrong action. "Your Highness….The majority of our forces had been moved to-"
"I left more than enough soldiers!" he roared in anger, making Khimari want to shrink back, in all honesty. "...Yet they could not prevail…." he murmured in a much calmer tone. "Perhaps I overestimated Ena. Even if she is a Goldoan Dragon….I guess that was the best she could do."
"I suppose…" Petrine agreed quietly, looking down at the ground.
"But the important thing is the Black Knight," Ashnard shifted. "Where's he gotten to? Have you seen him in the capital?"
"I did," she affirmed, taking out a piece of cloth. "He bid me present this to Your Majesty…."
"Ah!" Ashnard exclaimed, his expression filled with anticipation and excitement. "It's found its way back to my hands at long last. Unwrap it! Quickly!" he ordered. "Unwrap it and show it to me!"
"V-very well," she obeyed, starting to unravel the medallion's cloth.
"Do be careful not to touch it, Petrine," the King warned as she unraveled the medallion's cloth. "It wouldn't do to have you go mad….I'd hate to have to kill you," he joked, breaking out into a cold laugh that sent shivers down Khimari's spine. This man was absolutely ruthless, going as far as to use his best soldiers for murder jokes.
At last, Petrine had fully unwrapped the medallion, and the cloth fell down to reveal the bronze medallion carried by Mist, now blazing with a blue aura.
"Behold," the King said, rising from his throne to look closer at the medallion. "How beautiful! See how it reacts to the war I have brought to this pathetic land!"
"Th-This is Lehran's Medallion?" Petrine asked, shaking in awe and fear.
"Yes. And inside….inside is a dark god of immeasurable power and cruelty. It once caused a flood so great it submerged all continents save Tellius under a watery tomb.
"That...blue light…." Petrine whispered, mesmerized by the glow.
"You...me….even this very castle itself…..we all radiate various forms of chaotic energy," Ashnard began to explain. "The dark god is pure chaos! The light that you see is that energy calling out to the chaos all around us. That is why some scholars refer to it as the Fire Emblem." He stopped for a second to look at Petrine's quivering form, before giving a great laugh. "Look how you tremble! This light has the power to bewitch the human soul, you know? It calls to our chaotic impulses-like the urge to slaughter every living thing in sight….Do you feel its invitation?" he asked Petrine. "The permission to act on any base emotion that resides in your heart, no matter how unspeakable?"
"I…." Petrine spluttered, clearly uncomfortable. "Your….Majesty….I have not finished the whole report…." In response, the King merely laughed at the Paladin's attempt to avoid the question.
"Guard!" he called, summoning the soldier from earlier to the foot of the throne where he resat.
"Sir!"
"Wrap that medallion and place it in the vault."
"At once!" the soldier complied, getting the medallion from Petrine and exiting the room.
With him gone, Ashnard returned his attention to Petrine, who was still trying to get rid of the insecurity she had gotten from the medallion. "...Go on," he ordered, snapping her from her stupor. "The report."
"Yes….of course!" she said, regaining her composure. "As Your Majesty ordered, the Black Knight moves to capture Princess Serenes. At last report, he is on his way to Phoenicis," she explained. Khimari made sure that he listened closely to every detail of this report to tell Ike and the others.
"I see….So he's decided to get the Princess and not the Prince, eh? Did he give any reasons?" the King questioned.
"Yes, Your Highness. It was based on the findings of a group of scholars. Because the princess was isolated for twenty years, they feel her powers will be stronger than her brother's."
"Yet….Can the Black Knight outwit the hawk king of Phoenicis and steal the princess away?" he pondered, which was something Khimari was hoping couldn't happen.
"The hawk king is not always at her side," Petrine informed Ashnard. "Plus, as you know, the Black Knight is in possession of warp powder. If someone of his might has the ability to appear and disappear at will, it may be that he is without equal-except for you, Your Majesty, of course!" she sucked-up, to avoid making the King feel the slightest bit angry.
"I will have to test that one day," Ashnard said of the Black Knight's might. "But not today. It is not often one finds a tool as valuable as he."
"Well spoken, Your Majesty."
"Now then, Petrine," he called, focusing his attention on the Rider once again. "What shall I do with you? You have made one blunder after another. How shall you prove your worth to me? If you wish to give me service, you must show me results! Unless….you too, wish to become food for Rajaion."
"Y-Your Majesty!" she shouted in absolute fear, throwing herself on her knees. "I will redouble my efforts! I...I won't let you down again!" she promised.
"You can be a general or you can be dinner," he said without a hint of emotion. "But do try to show a little more….initiative, will you?"
"Yes….Yes, Your Majesty," Petrine responded. "By….Your Lea-"
"Hold," Ashnard interrupted. "I forgot. What happened of Ena after the capital fell?"
"According to all reports, she escaped," Petrine informed him. "Her current location is unknown. However, this is Ena we're speaking of. She will return to you, Your Majesty."
"Kill her," he ordered.
"What?" Petrine asked, completely taken aback by the sudden order.
"I've no further use for her," he said as if Ena was but a rusted tool. "But….if it's too much for you to kill her outright. Use her trust and stab her in the back."
"As….As you wish," she agreed.
"Now leave me….I have to converse with our newest prisoner." Bowing, Petrine left the room, leaving only Khimari and Ashnard alone.
"Now….I have heard much about you, Khimari," the King started. "It is not often I hear of the Black Knight being injured, much less someone passing his perfect defense."
"..." Khimari didn't say a word in response, leading the King to laugh.
"Eh, so you're a quiet one? Well, calm your fur, beast," he mocked. "Your group has done very much to be a thorn in my side, and for that, I will reward you with a story."
"Of what?"
"My plans."
"Are you sure it's the smartest thing to tell your enemy what your whole grand scheme is?" Khimari asked, somehow forgetting he was in the presence of someone who could easily kill him where he stood.
"Yes, however, considering where you'll end up, it shouldn't matter," he ominously said, taking his seat on the throne. "Now, you know of the dark god of the medallion, as you were very attentive during my report from Petrine," he began. "My plan….is to release that dark god and drown all of Tellius with chaos."
Khimari's eyes widened to the size of the sun at that. Power, he expected. Destroying the world? He did not. "Why? You would get destroyed as well."
"That matters not," Ashnard said, creeping Khimari out even more. "I only wish to see the ultimate display of chaos, the world being engulfed in war until the dark god is awakened and DESTROYS EVERYTHING! That is the true sight of a warrior….TRUE ANNIHILATION!" he screamed, utterly crazy.
"You….are….insane…." Khimari said in disbelief.
"Perhaps….but this purpose is above any sort of insanity. It is perfection of pure chaos."
"Don't you realize what you're doing?" the wolf asked. "You're destroying everything! You're ruining families!"
"Do you think I care?" he asked, his voice chilling Khimari to the bone. "In the pursuit of my plan, all of humanity is a mere pawn. Life is but a mere obstruction of my goal."
"..." Khimari could do nothing but stare at the King in complete and utter shock. The King only laughed at the wolf's expression.
"Well, it was nice to talk to you, but you have an assignment for me," he continued.
"You think I'd do anything for you?" Khimari snarled, baring his fangs.
"Yes, I do," he answered calmly. "You will go to your friends, and rip them apart."
"NEVER!" the wolf roared, causing the guard at the door to rush for the Laguz.
"Hold," Ashnard told the soldier, while he rose from his throne and approached Khimari. "Yes, you will do what I say," he doubled down, grabbing Khimari's chin with his large hand. "You are my prisoner. You, Sub-human, are my property. I control you," he said, throwing Khimari's head to the right.
"You should be thankful. I am giving your loved ones one last time to see their dear friend. Too bad it will be you ripping them to shreds while they beg to the Goddess for mercy!" he laughed.
Khimari couldn't take anymore, and snapped. Transforming to his Laguz form, he broke the shackles around his paws with sheer anger powering him and lunged at the King of Daein.
Before he knew what he was doing, Ashnard grabbed him with both hands and slammed him down to the ground. "Heel," he ordered as Khimari reverted back to his Beorc form. Four guards rushed into the throne room and quickly rechained the wolf, and held him so that he couldn't do anything else.
"I will kill you," Khimari growled.
"No….It is not me you will kill," Ashnard denied. "But….you will kill." The Mad King then looked at all his soldiers. "Take him to his cell!" he ordered. "When you finish….send a messenger to Izuka….at Gritnea Tower."
"Yes, sir!" they all obeyed, carrying the struggling wolf to his cell room.
….Little did they know, through Khimari's struggling, the wolf held a smile on his face as he caught the scent of the soldier who took the medallion to the vault.
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A/N: …...Good. Mother. Of. Mercy. That. Was. Crazy.
But, please forgive me! I know I've been really messed up, but I HAVE been writing this, however a combination of school, writer's block and laziness has really held me up. I sincerely hope the next chapter doesn't take almost half a year to upload, and I really have to work to that end.
With that…..I hope y'all enjoyed whatever the heck THAT was.
Blizzard, out!