Screams echoed through the camp as the commander ran, his mind going through pure terror as he looked back up to the dragon hovering over the camp, it's gaze seeming to follow him as he continued towards the edge of the camp. 'I wasn't told of some bastard holding magic, and commanding a dragon at that! This is far above my pay grade.' The man thought as he turned a corner to find a small exit, it's entrance leading to a small mountain pass that led further out to one of the nearby rivers. As he ran in, however, he soon found a pair of red eyes staring at him, making him stop dead in his tracks as he saw the armored figure appear from the shadows.

"A fine escape route, placed in a tunnel that could give you a proper way out." Oliver spoke as he walked up to the man, his blade seeming to suck in the darkness around him as he raised the weapon towards the man. "A shame it was noticed by one of my pawns."

"What the hell are you-" started the man before Oliver seemed to step forward in an abrupt rate, slashing into the mans side as he continued his stride into a walk that moved out into the camp, making the commander turn as he grasped his side to find a barrage of black flames covering the area. "W-what-"

"Honestly, does every fucking thing I do surprise you by now, after the way I butchered your men and camp?" Oliver asked as he set his blade down to his side, it's metal not even showing a trace of blood on it as he watched the flames. "Though to be honest, this thing is quite a spectacle, and something that's fucking difficult to master. Covers the area, but only burns anything alive, save for seeds and plants. Practiced it with ants twelve years ago, and only mastered it before the war I had fought in nine years ago."

The man only looked at Oliver in pain, hearing the cries of his men echo into the cavern as a sheath rose from Oliver's shadow, his left hand soon grabbing it as he sheathed the blade into it's slot almost perfectly. "…Just who the hell are you, burning through a camp without a care of if there's any more prisoners in it?" The man spoke up, making Oliver turn to him as his helmet vanished, revealing the bearded man.

"Other than the fact that I would've felt the fear within your prisoners, there's also the fact that it wouldn't be the first time my blade was stained with innocent blood." Oliver responded, setting his sheath on his belt as the man pressed his wound. Though Oliver had cut it, he hadn't done any kind of deep cut that would be fatal or crippling to him, though it was obvious that fleeing from this man was clearly out of the question. He could try to fight the armored man, but they had killed an entire squad with ease, along with setting the entire camp ablaze.

As he started to think through his ideas, however, a small black mouse ran past him, soon crawling up Oliver's armor and seeming to meld with it, causing Oliver's gaze to stop glowing red as he looked down at the man. "So there's a boat on a river further down this cave that you people may have arrived on, meaning the location that river starts could be who you worked for, or the place it would sail for." Oliver spoke, raising his hand as the man slowly stood back up, his hand pulling out his dagger as he raised it to his neck.

"I may be a bastard, but I ensure my job's played." The man spoke as he began to move his dagger for his throat. As soon as it made contact, however, he felt an agonizing pain in his side that made him drop the weapon, crying out as Oliver's hand closed into a fist while the pain spread.

"Great, a bastard who actually acts loyal to his fucking benefactors, as if torturing you wouldn't be hard enough." Oliver spoke as he lifted his hand up, the pain in the man's side rapidly spreading all over his body as Oliver walked forward. "My power may be referred to magic by you and various others around the known civilizations, but it controls the darkness around me to whatever I wish it to be while only being fueled by my own ideals, even meaning the shadows cast from the cuts on your body."

"Wh-what is this sorcery." The man stuttered as he gripped his side, making Oliver smirk as his eyes glowed a dark red, one of the mans legs soon seeming to bloat and send shockwaves of pain through him.

"An old trick I was taught by my predecessor, one of the first seven masters of the primordial darkness, that allows me to control the darkness in your body to tear it apart from the inside." Oliver spoke as he twisted his wrist, causing the man to begin screaming from the pain as his fingers began bloating as well, causing a ring on his right hand to start shaking from the size change. Oliver only smirked as he released his hand, causing the bloating to stop and go back down as the man felt his body return to normal, making him look up in fear as Oliver lowered his hand. "With it, I can cause you to feel your entire body ripping apart over and over again, only for it to rebuild itself while you're at an inch of your life, then I repeat the process all over again. But given as I don't bear the same stomach for this kind of torture as my predecessor bore, I'll be keeping it simple."

With that Oliver raised his left pointer finger, making the man's left finger start to swell before black spikes shot out of it, shredding it off of the man's hand and causing him to cry out in agony as Oliver sat back, a black stool rising to meet him as the man clutched his hand as he felt the spikes spinning through it. As the pain subsided, all that remained of his finger was a pile of blood, the stub torn into a gaping wound. The man shook as he felt the pain reside, the wound on his finger closing up immediately as he looked back up at Oliver. He was about to say something to him before the ring on his hand glowed, causing the ring on his right hand to glow red, the glow soon rushing along his arm and into his eyes as Oliver looked down at him.

"...I won't talk." the man spoke, his voice hollow as Oliver looked over to the ring, soon lifting his hand back up and causing the man's right hand to twist in agony as the finger the ring rested on seemed to crumple up, the skin falling limp as the ring held onto it, despite how it continued to shrink.

"So that's what's the cause of it." Oliver spoke as he twisted his hand, causing the black spikes to tear the skin off of the man's finger and cause it to fall off with the ring, making the glow fade from the man's eyes as he screamed in agony. Oliver then reached down and pulled the man up by his shirt, his eyes glowing red as the man looked at him with newfound fear. "Now then, why don't you start talking about who sent you to your death, because I don't want to make this any more gruesome than it should be."

-Twelve Years ago-

"What are we doing here?" Oliver asked as he walked beside Alegar, both of which now stood within the confines of an empty Throne room. Despite it having such lush decorations and carpets, the entirety of the room seemed to be desolate of anything. Not even a mouse skittered as Oliver walked beside Alegar to the throne, stopping at the steps as Alegar continued up. "I'm pretty sure that I was told to learn the foundations of these powers from you."

"Indeed you are, though not before learning of the origins of your powers." Alegar responded as he walked up to the throne, soon turning and sitting down in front of Oliver as he raised his hand, causing a black glass to appear in it. "So then, how far have you used your power?"

"In every means i can manifest it's form and heal myself by." Oliver responded, making Alegar smirk as he moved his glass to his mouth and took a sip, the shadows between the two seeming to crawl around them. "However, I found that there could be even more capabilities if I were given more power."

"As is natural, given the trait you and I draw from." Alegar responded as he set his glass down beside him. Oliver just watched the man as he lifted his other hand, causing seven statues to appeared. "Our power derives itself from two traits, ambition and hope, and as such derives itself from various emotions that direct our path in life. This was how it was agreed when The first seven kings of darkness, including myself, were chosen."

"So there's seven? I thought Myrkr said that there were fifteen." Oliver spoke, making the man smirk as he stood up with his drink, walking down as each of the statues seemed to move as well, now showing more resound features. each figure was a different creature, humanoid in their own aspects, but clearly not human in themselves save for one. The one human of the group, however, wore a helmet that hid his face, like the other six around him. "Were there originally seven to begin with?"

"Seven of darkness, but fifteen Kings of the aspects of creation: seven of the primordial light, seven of primordial darkness, and one to lead that has control of both aspects." Alegar responded as he walked up beside the human statue, his gaze looking up at it. "During the war of Light and Darkness, a war that shook the realms into a multi-dimensional war, the number was increased to fifteen on all sides due to the balance of all the realms of either light or dark seeming to rattle from the wars. Along with this, the other kings left their mantles and granted them to others they deemed worthy, leaving only me and two others to remain in our deemed holds. Now, only I remain of the first kings of darkness, none remain of the kings of light, and the original leader of us still resides with control over light and dark."

"So what, you want me to take your mantle? Is that why Myrkr picked me out?" Oliver asked, making Alegar smirk as he looked over to the boy, his gaze glowing orange.

"No, I have no intention of losing my title soon, especially with the upstarts that have been misusing their powers as of late. Besides, the process for those of our capabilities are far more strict than lesser titles." Alegar responded, patting Oliver's shoulder as he walked beside him. "Out of the original seven, I was the strongest, and so I've remained even during the times of these new fifteen kings. However, the current kings know nothing of tradition or the natural order and laws of balance within the realms, and have deemed it necessary to try and conquer realms for their own personal reasons, so I required an aid to hold back any forces they may use against the realms I protect."

"Protect?" Oliver simply replied, making Alegar sigh as he walked past him, the statues fading away as he looked to the old man. 'But why would he want to grab a random boy which has nothing to do with it...' Oliver thought as he looked at his free hand, his mind slowly processing any options as to why before one fell in place, making his stomach churn. "...Tell me, does that include my realm, and the troubles that have started to act within it?"

"Quite a speculation you have there." Alegar chuckled, though his body remained rigid as Oliver looked over to him. "However, that speculation is close to the mark: The King of Lust, Isier, has set her gaze on your realm."

"Her meaning she's a queen rather than king?" Oliver asked, making Alegar look over to him, his gaze glowing red.

"The titles "Kings of Darkness" is the name humans had given them, and simply deems us the master of the darkness we command." Alegar responded, his voice calm as he signalled Oliver to follow him, both soon heading towards the exit out of the throne room. "It doesn't follow the ideas of male or female titles, in fact the name itself doesn't really matter in the long run once you know the full span of our abilities. However, the fact remains that her sways over some parts of your realm have caused things to move faster than intended for it."

"What does that mean for it, though?" Oliver spoke, his voice now harder as Alegar looked over to him, noticing sparks of a dark red to form in his eyes. "What will become of my home, my city, my ancestor's country?"

"If left alone to try and form it's balancers prematurely, it will fall and change into a dystopia for her to simply sweep up and form into an extra part of her lands." Alegar responded, making Oliver's eyes now turn into a full blood red as they exited, Alegar's gaze soon looking to the city around the castle. "Originally you were supposed to be among several proclaimed heroes in the events that fix the country through both conflict and politics, aiding in what brought it into a new age of peace, allowing it to retain it's power for another thousand years. With how the timeline had been damaged by Isier, however, you would've never gained that chance and would more than likely have died before it all occurred, unable to do anything to stop her or her antics."

"So I would've been unable to even do anything to fix my country if I even tried without these abilities..." Oliver spoke to himself, his gaze on his hand as the two soon stopped beside one of the buildings, the sign showing it to look like a library. He then sighed as he looked up at the man, his gaze confused on it's own. "A hero, though? Quite the ego I'd have gotten in that supposed timeline you spoke of."

"It was a title that the people called you while you denied it, but it was what was required for that timeline." Alegar responded, soon turning to Oliver again as his glowing eyes vanished, revealing a pair of blue eyes that seemed to stare into Oliver's mind. "However, the current situation requires you to become something worthy of your abilities, and it's something that self proclaimed heroes normally scorn."

"And what am I to be if not a hero for my country?" Oliver asked, looking to the man as he saw a smirk under his beard. "Do you expect me to become a tyrant?"

"Not a tyrant. That is one of the many paths that you'll land upon if you veer off of what you must become. A path that many men sought to walk, though few accomplished the goals of one." Alegar responded, opening the library door to reveal a large array of books. "The path that you must walk is one of bloodshed, and is something you will have to learn to be ruthless within while understanding the proper amount of morality that must go with it."

"For the path you must walk above all others in order to save your country, your entire realm..." Alegar continued, walking into the library and turning to Oliver again, his eyes showing a newfound regality that made Oliver straighten self consciously. "Is the path of the conqueror."

-Present day-

Oliver walked out of the cavern with the blade sheathed at his side, the flames of the camp still raging as the ebony man walked to him with a glass. "Good to see you, Ksalso, even if it's only a fraction of you." Oliver spoke as he took the drink from the man, who only bowed as Oliver took a sip of it, his tongue feeling the familiar flavor of the honeyed drink as he nodded, shaking his head soon afterward from the after taste bursting through. "The homemade mead I had. Good to see it's tasting great after eight years."

"I had a feeling you'd want something after the last few years of what you've been doing, so I kept it in a place where it would keep its taste within the Dragon's Heart." Ksalso responded as he looked to the cavern Oliver left, now holding a spear with the former commander's head planted upon it, twisted in pain. "How did the interrogation go?"

"Fairly well, all things considered." Oliver responded as he raised his hand, causing the black flames covering the camp to come off and swirl into it as he felt it change into his own power once again. "After five extra minutes of the man begging for his life, I received everything I wanted from him. Apparently he gained his orders from a noble within the city of Orial, where he was one of five leaders of the mercenary group."

"Any ideas on where this city resides?" Ksalso asked, making Oliver sigh as the last flames went into his hand, soon taking another sip of his glass as the ebony figure looked at him confused. "You've been here for over a year and you haven't even decided to go wander through a new world and learn of it's cultures?"

"I know a guy who's been around, didn't see a reason to." Oliver responded as he pulled something off of the belt on his side and held it up, revealing the ring that he had taken off the commander's hand. After he had removed it, the ring seemed to cease glowing as if it lost it's own power, though it was more than likely dormant due to the lack of a wearer. "To be precise, I didn't want to cause myself to harm others by losing control of my emotions on the road, and decided on solitude in order to protect this realm."

"You mean preventing yourself from causing a repeat of what happened to the bordering cities around Berlin." Ksalso said, making Oliver nod as he signalled the man to follow, the two soon moving deeper into the camp as Oliver spun the ring in his hand, flipping it around his fingers like a coin as the man sighed. "I can see the reasoning behind it, but you've gained more control over your abilities than you did before, even Alegar stated such?"

"Even so, the repercussions still remain. I can still see it within the gem on your shoulder." Oliver spoke, nodding to the red gem as it glowed a bright red. He then took a sip of his mead again as Ksalso looked to the gem, his hands clenching into fists as Oliver looked back up to the man's head. "So then, how much longer do you think it will be till their power fully vanishes."

"...If left as they are, another thousand years, possibly one or two more." Ksalso responded, his gaze looking back to the ring that Oliver held. "So then, what's that you have?"

"A ring that kept the man from talking for a moment, though a bit of it's power lasted in him for a few minutes." Oliver responded as he looked to the ring. Oliver then tossed it over to Ksalso, who caught it and looked at the ring's designs as the two walked through the camp. "I'm not one for magical arts given it wasn't around my world at the time, but I remember that you were learning the various forms of magic from Alegar, correct?"

"Indeed, though he had to teach me this ability to separate a part of me in order to show me the full extents of the art from his angle." Ksalso responded as they tapped the ring, causing a red flash from it as Ksalso looked it over. "It's old magic, deriving from the energy of nature and the world around it. As for it's intention, seems like you figured it out the moment you took it off of the man."

"Though it still doesn't widen our preferences, given the lands are filled with nobles." Oliver responded as he lifted his hand, causing a black bird to fly out of it and into the camp, soon turning his gaze back to Ksalso. "Could you be able to track the source of it's power with it?"

"Not with this small of a trinket, and not without knowing the layout of this world's natural magic." Ksalso responded as he tossed the ring back to Oliver, who caught it while they soon entered the area the three dead beasts laid in. "So then, what do you plan to do now that you've caused the annihilation of this camp. Surely you don't expect to return to your life of solitude."

"That all depends on how the Emerial royal family react." Oliver spoke as he walked to the crumpled form of the dead behemoth, looking at it's pelt as he started to smell the blood of the camp, some of the tents his blade had cut through having red stains at the bottom. "Will they allow such a man that can enact such bloodshed to live alone? Will they try to enlist his aid in the hopes of attaining power? Or, will they simply try to erase or banish him from their country, never to return? At the same time, they could simply keep this event quiet and never speak of it, or ignore it like nothing happened. The possibilities of their responses will all depend on the decisions they'll make."

"So you're keeping an open mind." came Ksalso, making Oliver only nod as he tipped his drink up, draining the entire thing as the bird returned, carrying several papers in a transparent black ball as it landed on Ksalso. the entity only chuckled as the sphere moved in front of him, releasing the papers as Ksalso put his hand out and grabbed the papers, soon returning his gaze to Oliver. "So what now?"

"Now, I begin my return to Emerial to give my piece of information to the royal family, and you can do whatever you wish till I call for you this evening." Oliver spoke as he rested his arm on his blade, looking to the sun, now beginning to start it's descent to afternoon as the clouds moved away to clear the sky. "Nearly lost my student and regained my abilities, proceeded to butcher an entire camp regardless due to their cause of these events, I'd say it's been a full day so far. Can't wait to see what will transpire next."

"I suppose you'll want to stay within the Dragon's Hearth after you've finished affairs?" Ksalso spoke as he bowed and took the cup, making Oliver nod to him as he felt his beard with his right hand.

"Might as well, been needing to shave and have been missing a real bed for the past year, and don't get me started on how it's been living without plumbing." Oliver spoke as he raised his left hand, causing his armor to fade back to his white shirt and pants, leaving. "Did everything within the Dragon's Hearth prior to my departure come with you?"

"Of course, everything save for some materials used for crafting." Ksalso responded as Oliver gave a low whistle, causing the shadows under him to shoot out and wrap around together into a new form. "Will there be anything else?"

"No, I'll call when I need you." Oliver responded as the shadows finished forming, revealing a black horse around sixteen hands tall of a strong build, holding a saddle and reins already a part of it. Ksalso only bowed as Oliver walked to the horse, soon returning to a black mass and shooting up back into the dragon above before the dragon itself seemed to fade away.

"Sad he never chooses to have a dramatic exit, would be much more fun." Oliver spoke to himself as he pulled himself up on the horse, patting its side before he looked to the forest. Then, with one swift snap of the reins, the horse took off in a blurred speed. In seconds, it reached the start of the forest, and began move along the trail left by the behemoth.

-Emerial-

"This is ridiculous." Darius spoke as he stood in front of Reginhard, who simple tapped his staff as Oric sat at the edge of the room with Serphia. Neither of them had returned yet, and left "First your master, who has lived up to this point as a hunter, says to keep some magical view of their fight to show us, and now you're saying he said otherwise?"

"He may be a man who holds power, but his decisions sway around like an ocean to those who do not know him." Reginhard responded as he tapped the staff on the ground, causing it's form to ripple. "If I were to explain his thought process now, it would give you too much information on him. I will say, however, that he managed many victories because of his actions, forcing his opponents into confusion and an eventual surrender."

"He also showed no mercy to his enemies, and dealt what he believed proper judgement on them of his own fashion." Oric spoke, his gaze on the staff as it's ripples slowly faded away. "If he's no longer allowing a view of it, then he's probably butchering the entire camp in a fashion fit for what he believes as scum."

"But do we know where he's at?" Arlus asked, making the group look to him as he entered the room. Elia entered soon behind him, her face grim as she looked over to Serphia, soon looking back to the old man as she moved towards the chair closest to the girl. "I've had quite a discussion with the war council and leaders, so I'd like to at least know a location we can move towards to prove the area in general."

"A valley to the south of here, right at the end of the forest." Reginhard responded, making Arlus look at him confused as Reginhard closed his eyes. "Right now he's interrogated the leader of the camp for information, and the camp itself is a pile of corpses save for several cages outside of the camp that are holding civilians and traders. You'll want a few men that have strong stomachs over there, otherwise you'll have more to clean up while looking for information."

"You're openly telling us the location?" Arlus asked as he sat down, looking at Reginhard confused as Elia looked, his gaze unwavering as he sat in a chair directly across from Reginhard.

"It is your country, and it's not like you'll be there before Oliver's gone." Reginhard spoke as Arlus looked to Darius and nodded, making the general move out of the room muttering, soon returning his gaze to the old man. "He'll tell you the information he has learn anyway since it would bring trouble to your own country otherwise, and to ensure that his actions don't bring him consequences of their own."

"Why would they bring him consequences?" Serphia asked as she looked over, making Reginhard only smirk as he leaned back in his chair with his staff fading into the shadows.

"He doesn't know if there is a chivalric code to the wars here, and as such his actions could be considered similar to a massacre." Reginhard responded as Oric looked over to the man, soon standing up as he turned for the door.

"Well then, I guess I'll go and close up the tavern early since the party's ended." Oric spoke as he walked off, Arlus only keeping his gaze on Reginhard as he sat down in a chair across from the man.

"What was the decision of the council with your father and his men?" Reginhard asked, making Elia look over to him as the man kept his gaze on Arlus. "Surely there's some that involves my master."

"That will be saved for when he arrives, since you haven't exactly given us any information besides bits of his past." Arlus responded, making Reginhard smirk. "If you are keen on keeping information about the man elusive, then so shall I with my own decisions till his arrival."

"Very well then, he's moving back to his own home anyway." Reginhard responded as he looked down into his shadow, it's etchings stretching and showing the location of Oliver's house. In front of it slept the silver behemoth, the boy it had carried laying beside him with his eyes closed. "In the meantime, it looks like company has arrived and I'll need to head out."

With that Reginhard started to walk out, his gaze overlooking the group as he stopped at the entryway. "Before I move, however, I need to ask what the decision was on the boy and the behemoth." Reginhard spoke, looking to the prince as their face kept straight. "Surely that's something that doesn't need to be hidden."

"The council agreed that the boy bears no harm and was only used as a tool, therefore he has no crimes placed upon him." Arlus spoke, raising his left hand and setting on his head, the other resting on his hip as he sighed, closing his eyes as Reginhard turned his gaze back to the exit. "The behemoth, on the other hand, must be hunted so that it can't be used to harm our country again in the form of a weapon. Apparently they wish it's coat as a proof of the kill, as idiotic as it sounds."

"I see... and I suppose you'll probably want Oliver to do so since he caused the creature to retreat before he had reached the camp." Reginhard concluded, not even looking at Arlus to understand the man's thoughts. 'The generals in the council probably want to turn it's coat into some form of cloak or defense, but This man sounds like he genuinely disapproves of that kind of idea.' Reginhard thought as he walked out the exit, a smile forming on his lips as he tilted his head towards the room. "I'll make sure he gets the message. In the meantime, you should find out how a camp made it so close to your city."

"Very well." Arlus responded as Reginhard turned and left, vanishing into darkness outside of everyone's sight as he looked to Serphia and Elia. "So then, how are your injuries?"

"Other than a sore arm and body, I feel fine." Serphia spoke as she turned out of the bed, picking herself up as Elia stood up as well, testing her arm as she remembered what Oliver had done before. Like he had said, it still held a good deal of pain, but it didn't have the same spiking pain it had when she had broke it. She then looked up to the prince, her eyes now focused on another matter. "I do need to know, however; why is it that the Behemoth attacked us there? Or, for that matter, why it was made to attack the road leading to here in the first place?"

"A good question, one I hope to have an answer for along with another question." Arlus responded, looking over to Elia. "In the meantime, you should be asking your superior for permission to ask, if I remember the order of how my sister runs things."

"This will be an exception, since it's something I want to know as well." Elia responded, soon signalling her brother to follow her before she turned to Serphia. "In the meantime, wait for the medic to get a proper look at you now. They should be done with the mix they were making and it would be a shame for it to spoil after the work."

"Yes mam." Serphia responded, Elia soon turning and leaving with Arlus in tow. As they left the room, she looked over to the prince with her own confusion.

"So then, if mercenaries were using that beast then they were doing it for a reason, correct?" Elia asked, making Arlus nod as he raised his hand to stroke his light beard. "Any ideas on why they decided to?"

"I would say to cut supplies, but the beast has openly attacked villagers as well when they go that far, and there would've been no reason to attack that group of soldiers known to anyone outside of a certain few people." Arlus spoke as the two took a turn, Elia's gaze only keeping to the front of them as the two exited the medical wing. "A few of those city guards sent out were actually those of the royal guards, each sent to find any indication of possible attack."

"I'm guessing they weren't among the two men who came back?" Elia asked, the silence that soon followed confirming her own thoughts. The two soon reached the entryway to the barracks as Elia continued. "You said that not many would have a knowledge on why those people were attacked. I'm guessing you know why?"

"Each time there has been an attack, it's either been to a noble of our country or any contacts to my spy network." Arlus responded, his gaze looking up to the sky as four guards seemed to move in and around the two royals. Elia just looked at him, a small bit of anger escaping her gaze as Arlus sighed. "This last group I made here was in the hopes of dealing with the problem, make no assumption I was planning on killing them off. I was only told of a normal behemoth. The fact that the silver behemoth was what arrived means that something must've gone wrong with the information."

"I thought that the group was a known expedition." Elia spoke, making Arlus nod as the two made their way towards the castle gates. "Was there something you didn't tell anyone?"

"The location that we had planned for them to head to was Oliver's shack in hopes to get him to aid in it, which was only known by your soldier, us two, and four others, three of which were within the group." Arlus responded as his gaze overlooked the gates, the soldiers in the front standing at attention as they noticed the prince and princess approaching. "I'm planning to head over to interrogate the man who also knew of the plan, if you're interested in assisting."

"I'd very much like to, given his actions cost us the lives of good soldiers and guards." Elia responded, her gaze moving to the castle as well. "Are you certain that it would've been this third person, though?"

"Positive, given the reports that my agents have been giving on his behavior as of late." Arlus responded, his left arm resting on the hilt of his blade, the weapon itself only being a decorative sword. He then smirked as the guards opened the gates, revealing the entrance to the castle. "Let's go find out the truth."


Holy shit that took longer than I expected it to. I mean four months .-. I am really sorry for the wait on this thing, I've been really caught up in figuring out how to get the rest of it in motion and deciding on what to do for the characters after this.

As for what I have planned, I'm thinking of looking deeper into Arlus' character along with some of the other side characters, along with playing with some ideas I've been getting for the past few months. So until then, please forgive any more delays I make. Along with this, I'm going to hope that I can manage to get this thing as fun as I plan on making it in it's own form. I have a lot of things I have planned for the last two chapters before I really get started on the story, but until I can get to it I need to tie up the current events that I've written out. I'll be editing this chapter to hell as well, like I've been planning with the others, but for now this is as much as I've been writing.

So until the next chapter or the edits for the rest of these things, whenever that will be, this is Ron signing out.