New Promises, New Chornicles

by Greymon Leader Batx flashpoint

It's a sequel to my previous story. "Hello, My Yulie We Meet Again." Like that story, another one-shot I wanted to write but lacked a certain confidence. One would think the world would finally be at peace after the Dogma War. Oh, how wrong, trouble always finds a way to mess up a life. Now Dragon and Yulie must face the new life within her. A life from her pregnancy.

I don't own White Knight Chronicles

New Promises – New Chronicles

Dragon was cold. He was tried and he certainly didn't want to be out here in this time of day on this time of year.

Wearing the standard green Balandor guard armour. The avatar knight sniffed out a chilly snort as he crossed his arms. Currently at present the Dogma war veteran along with a small squad of troops led under the new captain of Cisna's Queen's Guard. Were currently patrolling the snowy outskirts of the Greydall plain. Mainly due to recent reports of a surprise outbreak of Ice giants overrunning the already treacherous fields.

Unfortunate for the kingdom the reports proved true. Already Dragon and his shielded party had encountered ten giants within the preceding hours. Causing Dragon to utilize his Avatar Knight Valtos, much to his stamina's strain.

After three hours of patrolling and the day nearly ending. The soldierly lot were now proceeding the journey back home. Swapping out for the armies night shift; so they may continue the Queen's mission in depleting the feral giants while the current entourage could get some well-deserved sleep.

Dragon couldn't have been more relived to hear when the commander called it a day. The nighttime's shivering coldness was already to take effect and he could feel the hairs on his shoulders and legs spike up uncomfortably. The idea of laying down on a comfy arm chair in front of the fireplace with his darling wife couldn't have felt more bliss in Dragon's head.

Still, no matter the amount of warm luxuriousness Dragon would be able to spend with his beloved Yulie in their short hours of restfulness. Couldn't deject Dragon from the recent ongoing troubles the continent had appallingly crashed itself into. Making the ice Giant eruption almost seem relaxed compared to the triflations and flattening rottenness surrounding their lives.

Cisna had been a wonderful Queen. No one, especially her friends and family would deny that fact. Since the day she was coronated the alpha female had found her voice and brought Balandor into a new golden age. Unfortunately, per usual there is always one person who finds the need to ruin any positiveness made by other who aren't them. Cisna's second cousin, the Baron of Adamee had made it perfectly clear he didn't think highly of the new Queen or her choices. One of them being breaking a treaty with Faria. According to Cyrus the Baron during Valtos's lifetime had made various petitions to have Cisna removed from the succession and name him as his heir. Officially his reasoning was that Cisna had became too handicapped from her the agony of losing her mother; the muteness she had allowed herself to be devoured by. Made her a danger to the kingdom. That she lacked a stable mind. But if you asked Dragon, even if Cisna had talked normally and showcasing she indeed maintained a stable frame of mind. The Baron would still find some other horse crapped reason to gain the throne. Things got tenser when she named her husband Leonard and her foster brother Cyrus heir's to the throne if she were too die without child. Pushing her apprehensive cousin down the line of succession and further away from his desired prize. A act the Baron made perfectly clear he wasn't prepared to dismiss. By any means necessary.

The turmoil didn't stop at Balandor massive steel gates. Difficulties had launched all over the great nations and manufacturing cities. Ceaser and Kara, Gods bless them had sent desperate word to their mighty neighbours for loans. FINANCIAL LOANS. Greede's recent mining season had proved sour with the extreme lack of materials which were excavated. Money troubles quickly plagued Greede. Ceaser and Kara to their credit had done everything in their power to make sure their people didn't go hungry from the looming hunger by dipping into their own fortunes. Still, money doesn't grow on trees as the saying goes. A factor the couple were starting to become all too aware of whenever they received a bank statement of their current accounts Dragon knew Cisna, Miu and even the Don of Parma would lend the money. But it was quite clear unless mining improved or if the pair found some new miraculous resource of an economy. Greede would face some very awful penniless days.

So to keep on track. Balandor, dealing with a crown crazed long cousin with potential plan to jump start a civil war. Greede, money troubles in the early phases before a gigantic economic struggle clouted the entire moving city. At least Faria was coursing sublimely in this age? Right? Dragon would be afraid to say even Faria was withdrawn into a new vicissitude. In the far ends of the country; within the marshy demonic filled swamps laying tormentedly in the lost forest. The dreaded ogre warlord Thaxos emerged with his newly created army muck born Golems launched a bloody assault across the Farian lands. Miu with the aid of Cyrus have kept the enemy at bay with their mixed tactics both political and tactical. Yet, words and swords can only do so much against a growing might like this Thaxos character. Cisna and Leonard vowed the moment the Ice giant crisis was sorted help would be underway but Dragon did know time was not on anyone side and with each delay they gained with one enemy. Another enemy aware or not. Took some advantage to cause an unwanted travesty the rest of the world truly didn't want.

Sometimes; the whole mess. It just made Dragon drily question the worth and losses they all painfully underwent during the final chapters of the Dogma war's hellish story.

Dragon stopped his pacing, droopily removed his helmet from his red-haired scalp. Rasing gently his quieted brows to look upon the nestling sunset. Watching, softly the dyeing ember sun ease away below the night-sky. Seeing the tired naval atmosphere peacefully freeing the blinking stars for to see. Whilst in contrast still displaying the last sparks of the winter sun's amber before the day was truly over. To watch as another day vanish in front of him. Another point of time; passed on forever. Triggering the newer and probable danger to loom closer on behalf of the next day.

"How many days left?" Dragon asked himself supply. "How many days do we have left?" The young man took out the emerald sphered arc from his uniform's pocket. "How many days before we have to bring back the knights?"

A staggering sharp pain slit through Dragon's belly. A pit of shivering shudders clawed out Dragon's former happy mood. The young knight attempted to swat the pinching concerns which was constantly clouding his thoughts. A concern he knew his wife and friends all mutually kept re-asking themselves.

These villainous assaults by Thaxos, these snake tonged manipulations by the Baron. A new malice contemporary vomiting every spec of the realm they all fought so hard to protect from Madoras's wrath. A world were the six Incorruptus were never to be needed again. To hide away in the darkness of Balandor's catacombs. To be truly forgotten along with their slaughter's age.

Were they simply trying to delude themselves into thinking such a possibility could ever pass?

Love or hate them. Realistically; the Incorruptus super weapons may have become far to transfixed in the modern day then any of the fellowship wanted to ultimately admit. Even with Madoras and Yshrenian Empire destroyed for good. New dangers would show up. Forever prompting the idea the knight arcs may have to be called on again. For there may be a pivotal moment were their power alone was the only strength powerful enough to stop the newfangled evil.

"So who would get them?" Dragon asked again. Since their final battle with Madoras. Stripping him of his powers and Leonard's body. Causing the five original arcs to be clean slated of their pact makers as a side effect. Unlike the first time. Anyone really could bond with them. No restrictions. Which begged the query. "Who would do it?" Would Yulie, Leonard and Ceaser take back their original powers. If so then who would inherit the Black Knight or the Sun King? Dragon was sure hell he wouldn't take them on. The Avatar Knight in itself took enough out of him and he doubted anyone else would be willing to be their new pact makers. Especially Kara after the her arc almost led to her demise.

But what if those three didn't wish to take back their powers? Forgo their original bonds and seek out to be pact makers with new knights? Or would they absolutely withdraw from the knights all together never taking on a arc again. Who would take the call to be a pact maker? Who would be brave or foolish enough to curse themselves with the burden of the Incorruptus.

One answer Dragon surely did know throughout his questioning of the what if Pact makers of tomorrow. If Yulie desired to retake the moon maiden knight arc or another of the knights. He would support her. If she wanted wash her hands clean of the knight's arc entirely he still would support her.

If her safety in anyway deepened on him taking on Wizel's, Diniva's, Larvayne's, Adolmaea's or Luthia's power so be it. While he maintained his reservations on being a true pact maker. He would happily bind with any of those cursed armours if her safety and freedom was the best reward the young man could receive for undergoing the deadly ritual of the Incorruptus.

"I'm her knight." Dragon re-hatted his helmet. Hearing one of his fellow guard's man call out his name since he was about a few feet from their party. Not wishing to look bad in front of the captain of the guard. Dragon; with a tad of embarrassment hoped along to rejoin the guards.

The Village Of Parma – Yulie's and Dragon's house

The village of Parma; a quaint and simplistic place. Even when covered fully in the fluffiest of snow. Calmly snuggled in the meadow lands of Balandor's kingdom. Mostly renowned for its business ventures. Nothing over the top in terms of enterprising. Well expect the brewing of pleasurable wine of course. But mostly consisting of grafters selling their fruit and veg, along with Black smiths selling the latest weaponry and armour in the local market.

Dragon loved the town since he set foot in it a few summer days ago. Rather, he loved the lavender spunky young woman he later became his wife. Marching down the deep snowed roads. Dragon approached eagerly his home. Now shared between him and Yulie since their marriage. A moderate cottage. While not as grand as Balandor castle nor the fantastic mansion in Greede. The Avatar Knight still found the pleasure of calling this little patch of haven his home.

Yawning a tired growl. Dragon opened the door with his bronze key. Taking off his boots in his hallway. Already muddling his mind what he should cook for Yulie. Tonight was his turn to prepare dinner. Something he and any of his friends would agree he sucked at. In their traveling days on both adventures the young man couldn't cook for squat. Often burning or underboiling any food he was tasked to prepare. Now that he was a husband he did bother to learn better so his good wife didn't need to suffer a bad meal after her own hard day at work. Yet; he couldn't shrug off his failure phobia.

Specking about Yulie's workload. He was surprised to hear she had an emergency brew to create today. Originally when this Ice Giant mess started. Both Dragon and Yulie volunteered with Eldore to temporarily join the Queen's army in order to help Cisna and Leonard. According to the work rota. It was Yulie's turn to do the shift. Not his. But Dragon being well Dragon he couldn't say no to her.

Yet; this was not what was troubling Dragon. Normally when Yulie wanted a favour for him. She often would pull out her puppy dog goo-goo eyes. Using her cuteness to coheres him in getting what she wanted. Not this time though. Strangely, enough she was quite stern in looking after this new wine order. Far more then she ever had been with her past orders. Do not get Yulie or Dragon wrong. Yulie always took her work seriously. But this certain one however. She seemed more grilled up to take care of it more than ever. As if the world would end if she didn't get it done. Which was saying something considering she helped prevent the actual end of the world.

Dragon decided he would ask her at dinner. The perfect time to talk about work. Hopefully he could coax out why she seemed stress over this new obligation. Entering their living room. Oaken floors and walls; with a nice wooden barrel acting as a dining table. Supplementing the couple before they brought an actual one. Two nice brown leathered arm chairs facing the fire place, a large map displayed above the installed Fire basket. Three manakins stood gracefully far behind their chairs, dressed in various pieces of armour they collected in their past adventures. A little table between the two chairs with a few books laid on its top and finally a staircase in the distance for the couple to retire for the evening.

And much to Dragon's delight. Yulie, sitting on one of the chairs still in her usual attire watching the burning flames crackle. Feeling a massive smile take his face. Dragon raced to his wives side. "Hey Yulie." Dragon smiled cheerfully kissing her on the cheek. Not taking into account her tightened feature.

"Dragon." Yulie merely responded. Or rather squeaked out.

"Today was the worst." The Dragon groaned leaning down on his arm chair's front. Casually throwing off his armour in a Tidey hurdle on the side. "I don't blame you for wanting to skip."

"Dragon." Yulie repeated more forcibly.

"I mean you should have seen some of them today. Proper, hard bastards." Dragon cursed as he lastingly mellowed down in his seat. "I don't know if the snow is giving them a power boost or maybe I'm just getting old." Dragon winced pathetically. "I'm in my early twenties and already I feel like seventy." He muttered. "I don't want to feel so old already."

"Dragon." Yulie stammered Edgerly.

"So what do want for dinner?" Dragon quizzed in his simplicity. Clapping his hands in anticipation. "Whatever you want. Freid kangaroo fish? Hideous broth? Rose fang?"

"I'm pregnant."

"I mean, I know they sound disgusting as hell but really there…" Dragon wryly paused his train of words in a stilling silence. Before Dragon had a chance to come to terms with those words. A stilling sweat and a chilling scratch crossed over his spine. His vocabulary instantly kicked down to just one mere word.

"What?"

Yulie sighed. Tapping her thumbs nervously. While she had said her confession seconds ago. The uncomfortable silence currently gazing the room's previous joyful ambience had slowed down the timing of her reveal into decades. And she easily understood her husband probably was undergoing the same fraught transition of the homily mood.

She hated the silence, she hated when he was silent. The only thing which bugged her about her husband was whenever he was silent in their previous adventures. He had so much to say but lacked any confidence to express himself when it counted. It wasn't until he gained Valtos the Avatar knight when he found his true voice among them. She loved hearing his voice when they began to date. When he listened to her and helped her be at peace with her unrequited romance with Leonard. The voice that told her she was loved. That he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his natural life with her.

This was indeed a time when she wanted him to use his voice. To say something. Anything, to bounce with joy, to be worried beyond reason. She would even take his anger if he had any. Just any sign of emotion. Not to mirror the irregular feelings she which were consuming her. "Well?" She asked briskly.

"Well?" Dragon repeated not dejecting his zoomed out face from her figure.

"Well?" Yulie repeated again a tad more frustrated.

"Well?" Dragon licked clumsily.

"Wel!" Yulie heightened the strain in her voice.

"Well?" Dragon tried to talk again but still muddled his sentence into another dimmable well.

"Well….ah forget it!" Yulie finally barked. Getting up from the chair and speed walked aggressively into the centre of the room not caring that a regretful Dragon was chasing after her. "Your so stupid! Ahh I regret telling you now!"

"Telling me!" Dragon gobsmacked his jaw. "Yulie! This is a baby, our baby! It's not.." He nibbled his lips. "It's something you can hide exactly." Gaining a deathly look from the Moon Maiden. "I mean, in a few months you're going to.."

"The next word better not be fat." Yulie glared dangerously at her husband.

"I was going to say gain a bump." Dragon raised his arms in a white flagged fashion. Before flapping them in dismissal to their prior argument. "But that's not the issue Yulie!" He yelped nervously. "Yulie, your pregnant." The Avatar Knight beckoned plainly with his anxiousness fully overcoming him. "Things, everything has changed." He expatriated.

In a pound of emotion. Yulie's vexing demeanour swept away replaced with a young lady on the verge of tears. "Don't you think I know that?" She squibbed pleadingly.

Seeing his wife in miserable distress. Dragon instantly ran to her person and grabbed her into a deep embracing hug. Feeling teary sniffles flow on his shirt. Kissing her head in slowing eased motion. In order to create some level of comfort zone around her despite her probably feeling anything but secured.

All Dragon did for the next hour was stroke his wife's hair ever so delicately, and peck her long flowning lavender hair. Committed to doing nothing more than to ease Yulie's troubled lament.

Nevertheless; knowing the two of them were far from their troubled waters.

Some Time Later in the Bathroom

When moving jointly into Yulie's former homme. As a wedding present Caeser had offered a full blown revamp of her home so the couple would feel comfortable in their own personal space equally and jointly. To feel in a home they truly dreamfully desired. Plus it was a nice excuse for Yulie to finally get her longed wanted refurbishments to her former home.

The bathroom re-construction being on the top of her list. After bathing in the thermae edifice within Ceaser's mansion. Caused the Moon Maiden to yearn longingly for her own one. Rather one which didn't require her six days' worth of travel to Greede just to enjoy the sauna sensation. So when the lord of Greede told her he could have build her very own one in Parma. You better believe she took the offer.

The young archer, laid nude in the warm water of her below clamed shaped tub. Feeling the water drench tidily on her bare spine. Spinkling away musically; some of the recent concerned stress enslaving her being. Warm steam coating the marble titles around her while her soaked hair. Sparkled, quotidianly in her mist of leisure.

Normally; the young woman would take a bath to relive her of some of the toils the recent day had laid for her. In some case today was such a day, but not in the same way. She had taken this bath in her admired washroom within this hour as a form of a personal exile on her part. Not from Parma, Balandor or the content as a whole. But rather from the living room her husband was patiently waiting for her.

Waiting to discuss what to do next about the young life growing inside her belly.

"Gods!" She howled. Covering her closed eyes with her water dripping palms. Slamming her fists down in the bathwater. Leaving a might splash in her slamming.

Why did this have to happen to her? Why now? She and Dragon had been a couple since the end of the war. Five years they have been together and only married for two years of that time. The marriage and just allowing her heart to be given to another who wasn't Leonard had been a transition which still hadn't fully clicked in her brain. She was already living a life stye she never once imagined she would ever be blessed with. She loved it. For how unexpected it was. She loved the life she had with Dragon. She loved him, she loved he was her husband. She loved Leonard and their other friends had gained their own forms of personal happiness. Despite the recent trials the love and happiness each of the couples formed in their group had blossomed triumphantly regardless of the dark days trying overcast their joy with it's attempted misery.

So why did the idea of motherhood. Feel like it could destroy everything she and Dragon had gained in their happiness? Why did the idea of having a baby feel it would undo all the progress and joy she savoured?

"What if I can't love him or her?"

Yulies' eyes widened horribly. Her latest thought taking a dreadful impale before she had a chance to disclose the sharp letters which had whispered indifferently in her ear.

Shaking her head and finally understanding her false banishment wasn't doing anything except revert her back into the sobbing girl who cried for the young man who didn't return her feelings in Balandor's cannels. She couldn't return to being that sob story. Not again. She was a knight, wife and possibly mother. She no longer held the luxury to wallow in self-pity. Not when two other lives were involved. The man she married and the infant she may push out from her womb in nine mouths.

Pushing herself up from her tendering bathtub. Allowing the final aqua droplets leave her frame. Seeing her soaked reflection in the water as the soapy liquid washed away the moment she pulled the plug. Seeing her reflection vanish with the sodden water. It was like she was seeing her childhood being slowly silted from her existence. Forever. There were very few times in her lifetime when she understood the slang term "Grow up!"

Tonight those two words often used to reprimand the immature. Now cloistered her powers of comprehension on a titanic proportion.

Nothing left for her in the chamber. Yulie stepped her bare leg on the plated floor. Slowly crept up to the pink, green and reddish coloured bathrobe. Taking the garment with her one finger she proceeded and placed the robe de chambre on her proud body. Opening the stiff longing door she walked down stairs to face whatever fate desired her to now under go.

A few crawling steps later. Yulie found a sloped Dragon, sitting in his chair. His arm bended and clawed grippingly onto her face while one untouched cup of beer stood next to his power downed demeanour.

The sight made her heart break.

Ending his unproductive despondency upon his wife's approach. The young hubby lifted his head languidly at her upstaged presence. Caused Dragon to huff ever so leniently. Regardless of their recent subsequent uncertainty. The red haired guard still silently gushed from her perfected sight. No matter what; she always would look beautiful to him. Nothing could ever change that sentiment for him. Nothing ever would/

"Hey." He sprouted finally. Moving his arm away from the stable he previously had nestled it on. Not caring for the fizzled scratch rubbing on his sleeved skin as his arm rubbed down on the varnished table surface as he did this action.

"Hey." Yulie called out faintly. Her voice lacking the usual tough girl charisma she normally prided herself with. Nor were her lungs fuelled with the confidence she carried wherever she went. Encase she needed to do a battle with words with a blowhard who angered her with their foul mouth.

"Hey." Dragon repeated.

"Hey." Yulie continued.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Hey.

"Hey."

"Hey."

This back of fourth repentance went on for tiresome amount of time between the young couple. Neither lost their temper. Rather whirling soberly. Trying to refine the strength to face one another.

Ten Minutes Later

"Do you ever think of them?" Yulie quizzed her husband. Her head face down while she sat on her arm-chair. Her long legs sat crossed on the seat as she braded her hair doltishly.

"Who?" Dragon remaining in his own preferred sitting position. Keeping his eyes dead locked on her curious physique.

"Your parents?"

"Hmmmm." Dragon mumbled mediately.

"You don't have to tell me." Yulie apologized impartially.

"No!" Dragon reassured thinly. "No." Dragon responded again only his answer this time maintained a degree of a smaller extent. Obviously; this was a question the Avatar Knight had tormented himself more than once.

Dragon exhaled the staggered chilly from his nose strolls. Doing his best to remove the tension boiling inside his pancreas. "Yeah." He admitted bluntly. No point in hiding the clandestine of his youth. Especially not from her. "I did wonder. I did wonder about them a lot when I was a kid." Dragon shook his head. Feeling strangely ashamed in his honesty.

Blinking his eyes to gain a clearer head. To remember the days when he was still a lost minded infant trying to survive in a poor man's settlement on the cliffs of the Greydall Plains. A bygone orphan, two years old and still having troubles finding his way on the planet. Having the loving comfort of the settlers to raise his spirits. Dragon would always be grateful for their parenthood. Yet, the unwanted question of where mommy and daddy were often found ways to plague his mouth. The odd question he popped now and then for to his adopted family. A question which grew worse the older he became. Whenever he witnessed a normal mommy and daddy playing with their offspring in some childish game. Wondering why he wasn't allowed to enjoy such a simple joy as playing with your parents. Why had been singled out from this natural naturing?

"When I think about my parents." Dragon played his tune. "I think of my mother."

"Your mother?" Yulie asked complexly. Frowning her eyes brows. "Why her specifically?" She gently pressed her husband. "Why not your father?"

"I don't know." Dragon admitted not knowing the answer himself. "I mean your right. I should think about him, but somehow whenever I think of them. Think of the people they may have been. I don't see him….I don't see him at all." Dragon confessed. Doing his best to hide the strain creeping up his wind pipes.

"So why her?" Yulie forcibly imputed. Not in anger but to make her husband didn't stray into a depressive mood. Not by her making. "Why, do you think about her Dragon." Yulie inquired ironically in a motherly tone of voice.

"I guess." Dragon motioned, slipping his hands down into his pockets. "I guess when I think of the person she may have been." The Avatar Knight squibbed his sentence. "I Think of someone who was warm." Dragon finally spilled his secret. "I know people have imaginary friends. For me, I had an imaginary mum." The former wine merchant flowed. Holding his hand on his chest. Feeling his heart beating from his mist of memories "I…I needed to hold on to this idea. Rather I really wanted to believe, regardless of my circumstances she…she was a good woman."

"Dragon." Yulie moaned quietly. Understanding her husband. Perhaps, one would regard this answer as naïve, or empty headed.

She saw a orphan clinging onto a hope. Born into a world were he already started out being alone. Clung almost religiously to a hope at least one person loved him. Yeah, no one knew who his mother was. In fact she had no idea who her parents were. When she and the other discovered her true origins in the remains of Sinca Village. Her questions of who her biological parents had grown to an extent. Sometimes, she saw the inquiry as nothing more than a passing thought swimming in her absent head. Then, there was always a sore moment when the scrutinising probe lowered in against her will. Keeping her wake at night. Where they good people? Where they bad people? Did they love her enough to fight to the death for her against Yshrenian Empire before their foul domain did their experiments on her, or had they feelingly sold her off to the tyrants to be moulded into the Mood Maiden? To be built into a weapon for a few bob? Yulie, known her parents had been dead for a thousand years but still. Who were they?

And who was Yulie going to be when she had this baby?

"Saints, criminals, merchants, thieves, rich, poor, heroes, rapists." People who may have deserved to live beyond a hundred or those who had errant am early death by the goddess's revulsion. Endless possibilities piled up in Yulie's head on who her birth parents were. A sentiment she knew her husband shared.

"Dragon." Yulie whispered as she stood up from her legged pose and carefully, strolled towards her husband. Stopping in front of his piercing eyes as if he were an actual Dragon like his name's sake. A strange mixture seizing gaze of yearning and steeliness echoed into her pupils.

Dragon placed his hands firmly on his wives shoulders. Not wanting her to escape. Not from this. "When we travelled together, when you learned how the pact makers were made. In your own words. You told everyone in our group you would never allow something so inhuman to happen to your children." Dragon recollected sternly. Only for short time as his rough exterior fatly softened. "I don't want to hold you to that promise." He vowed to a tearly verged Yulie. "I don't know who the hell our parents may have been. I don't know why we grew up without them in out lives. What I do know is what is happening to us now." Dragon gulped down the flowing bile in his teeth. "We will be the first couple among our friends who will have a baby but this is your body…."

"You heard of Naya." Yulie frowned not doing anything to breck free from her husbands grip. "You heard of what…she does for woman in my condition."

"We don't need her to perform…that." Dragon shook the off the mere idea of the backstreet abortionist lurking ghoul fully in the slums of Balaondor. Recalling from a sickened Eldore what the evil hag had done to those woman. Who needed her help only to be placed in a far more critical and dangerous condition before they had called for her services. Dragon skew alive the evil wrench before she dared to that to his Yulie or any other pregnant loved one he knew. "Cisna, if you really don't want to have this baby. Cisna in spite of her own feelings would help you in a procedure." There he said it. He finally got the dam sentence out of his mouth doing his best to quell the obvious pain if his wife went with this course of action.

"What about you?" Yulie vocalized like a Bunkerload ghost. "I wouldn't just be getting rid of my baby. I would be getting rid of your as well." She tenderly stroked his blistered hand and used her other free hand to stroke her gentle belly caringly. "The little one who lives now inside of me. They maybe the only chance you may have for fatherhood." She pushed her face deeper into his. Feeling their noses connect like magnets. "Dragon, are you really willing to loose what maybe your only chance to be a dad? Are you willing to take that sacrifice just because I might not be ready to be a mum."

What Dragon said next this evening, the one thing that reminded Yulie greatly why she loved this man. Why she knew he would always value her personal welfare above anything else. They had fought giants, dragons, spectre's, rogues, sorcerous and immortal tyrants and even now he kept proving to her she never nor ever will would misplace the ability to trust him. "Yulie, I can wait." He promised her. "I can wait. Until your ready. I will wait."

Yulie smiled feeling her face blush red, allowing the bitter sweet dwelling tears leak down her face. Placing her fair hand on the back of his head. "You don't have to wait for this passenger." And kissed her husband on his mouth. For the remainder of the night the two embraced each other and slowly danced to the humming's of the nighttime's stellar prayers.

Fifteen Years Later – Parma Village Spring Time

"Is it done yet?" A peeping voice swirled at the thirty year old man writing on his desk.

"Not yet." He promised the pre-teen. A young lady with long lavender hair but containing strands of bangs of red hair from her scalps sides. Navel blue eyes as pure as the sea, She bore a brown sleeveless leather jacket, while sporting a green leather vest filled with silver and black chains, blue jeans and toffee shaded mountain boots, white fingerless gloves with crimson linings and to finish off a nice red handkerchief magnificently tied around her neck.

"Come on dad." The young girl moaned impatiently. Giving off the pouty face she had inherited from her mother.

"Almost, yes and here it is." The elderly man finished proudly. Stacking up the final papers on his wooden desk. Featuring a few miniatures of the six arc knights lined up amusingly next to his ink bottle.

The young lass eyed the book septically. Leaning on the back of her father's chair, Trying to give a good inspection of the finished piece behind her father's shoulder. "White Knight Chronicles?" She inquired flatly. Seeing the mighty runic titled on the cover of her father's book.

"Yeah, seemed appropriate." The novice author complied to his daughter's nosiness. "Your auntie Cisna used the line in her speech during the wedding ceremony. I guess, it kinda stuck in me." The father mope fully admitted. "After all, Wizel started this adventure for us all. Might as well give him the title."

"Why not the Ballad Of The Dogma Wars? The Guild Of the Incorruptus? A Journey Beyond Here And There?, The Athwan's Serenade For Yshrenia?" The girl complained slipping down on the back of her father's chair top. Slopping her cheeks on the stool's upper bend.

"Well, what title do you think I should have gone with?" The father smirked, cockily confidently as he crossed his arms. Leaning his chair back. Causing his daughter's dissatisfied eyes too meet with his playful one. A young kitting new to the world seeing the eyes of her upend lion daddy.

"Well…." She shrugged trying to think of the best answer to destroy all answers her father had concerted. Tip, tapping her fingers on the wood. One dimly light bulb lit up in her brain. "How, about….A few guys and girls looking for a chick?"

"Fang!" A strong dominating feminine outcry boomed. Causing the young Fang fall down comedically off her old man's seat. Feeling her eye balls roller coaster out from her skull from the impending fear which was her mother.

Dragon chuckled at his daughter's expense. No matter the age, or confidence. Fang had never successfully armour-plated herself from her Mother's temper. Not even when she was still a little girl and Ceaser had helped her steal a few cookies from the jar. If Dragon hadn't know better. One would have thought his wife would have gone full Moon Maiden in a petrifying transformation on her daughter and the Lord of Greede. In the hazardously order to teach them, a mere after school lesson on why stealing was wrong.

Fang winced before her family's matriarch. Yulie had grown beautifully, while she had became taller. Her face and most her physical features remained almost untouched by the passage of time. She may have well been in her thirties but fate had bestowed her the gift to easily pass off being in her twenties. Her hair remained long, she wore a short sleaved white summer jacket with black blocked linings laced on the shoulder covers, a purple shirt with her trade mark orange cravat tied smoothly on her neck. Along with a azure gem inserted inside it. A nice green dress skirt covering her legs and brown heavy boots. Currently, she was eyeing her daughter in censorial approach. While cradling her four year old Pyrus, a small mirror image of Dragon having his father's face and hair style but maintaining his mother's blue eyes and lavender hair colour with red side burns. Currently the little boy was coated with a white bath robe. Obviously, coming out of a annual daytime bath his mother had given him.

"Muuuuuum." Fang stressed boredly picking herself up. "It's not like a said a swear word." She squatted some dirt off her trousers. "I mean, I said chick its not like a said fu.."

"One more word young lady and your travels get delayed another mouth young lady." Yulie warned waggling her finger at her annoyed daughter. Making the young Pyrus giggle at his sister's expense which earned him a evil eye from Fang. Not that the toddler noticed or cared.

Soon, the usual augment ensured between the mother and daughter. Yulie, claiming Fang wasn't showing a good example for her little brother and likewise Fang countered her mother was such a control freak. The customary duel of child-rearing began and Dragon couldn't help but smile. Not that he took joy from the verbal assaults but because he knew once the pair got their frustration out of their systems. The mother and daughter eventually simmer down and make up with a nice hug. The brawling habit wasn't anything new to Dragon. Who now had grown a thick blood red beard, wore A long a emerald leathered coat, tailored with black and red liners. A sky blue velveted shirt sporting his green avatar knight's arc sphere around his neck like a necklace. A dark tighter refreshed trouser with silver shaped diamond sewed where his near his knees and fine trended deep brown boots proudly placed on his feet.

The petty argument never changed, but life and the world. Well changed for everyone in the previous two decades. Change, normally swoons and follows the coming of the newer generation. Various elders had claimed to treat change alike to breathing. Taking the air in without caring or knowing where it came from. A sentiment Dragon couldn't have disagreed more with. For his experience, change could never have been more drastically altering and he had the recent history to prove his theory.

Years before, when he learnt Yulie was pregnant with their first child. Dragon had questioned if the repetition of the knights was inventible. That they had became too transfixed in the world and society to be so forgotten.

He was proven right.

Cisna's concited cousin, as expected did eventually launch a civil wared campaign on Balandor. Claiming Cisna to be a false queen and only he had the right to wear the crown. What was worse he teamed up with Thaxos combing their dreaded armies together. Creating what the texts of history would recall this tragic battle of cousins and swamps as the Chimera-Duels.

An despicable combination, of man and giant. Fuelled in a roared hatred; this new collective of evil began their new enterprise of despair and turmoil. Raiding and slaughtering the many villages and cities; which had the misfortune to cross their annihilated path. The villains even had the disgusting nerve to dub their new conquering empire the Gigas-Alliance. Taking the name from of the guild's former beastly enemies, the Giganties. A straight forward fear tactic, a boorish attempt to unnerve Dragon and his friends into making them believe the alliance were some shape of a second coming of the Yshrenian Empire. Another oppressive organization, who wanted nothing better than to scorch the world of her peaceful times. Striping away the natural good freedom for their own selfish reasons.

Dragon still remembered the meeting with Cisna, Leonard and the rest of their council. Hearing the grim daily reports on one new atrocity the scourging renegades had committed. The destroyed homes reduced into nothing but ashes, the various homeless immigrants coming through Balandor's gates to seek some new form of shelter. Unpardonable acts that all compounded into the one forecasted answer the former war heroes all weighing knew; what was indeterminably required to stop this arisen accursed war. The indefinite solution none of them had the luxury to run away from anymore.

The Knight's needed to return. The battlefield flowers of old had to be called once again.

It wasn't surprising no one had issue for the Knight's third coming. What was a surprise was the new generations of Pact Makers who took charge of the arcs. Leonard, to the groups shock didn't wish to restart his pact with the White Knight. Rather, he desired to be bonded to the Sun King. Everyone protested. Not because they doubted the king consort's abilities to control the arc. The idea anyone else could take his former powers seemed impossible but Leonard made his case. Since finding out who he was. That was in fact the reincarnation of Madoras. The former wine merchant founded a strange obligation to undo the wrongs his previous self-had committed. He had already achieved such feats of peace already in his time during the Dogma Wars; and the evolutionary work he committed himself to daily when becoming the king consort. But Leonard being Leonard couldn't accept their reassurance. As far as he was concerned he no longer had the right to be the pact maker of Wizel. That chapter in his story was over. The White Knight was a picture of hope, of true justice. A being which countered Madoras's character completely. In his personal opinion; if the crimes of his past life were to be ever resolved. He had to undo all the wrongs Madarous had committed as both an sovereign and a pact maker. Leonard had succeed in the ruler part, now he had to move on to the Pact Maker section of his reincarnated quest for redemption. The recent pages of history may pair the immortal tyrant with the demon knight, but one must remember. Before taking commission of the jaded White Knight; Madarous had been the original pact maker for the Sun King. This historic detail about his former self was what fired Leonard's personal request to take on the mask's power. His need for redemption would not allow him take no other arc except the Sun King's, and when he fused his soul to the Incorruptus. He would strife through every battled encounter for Adolmaea to be seen as champion. To be seen in same heroic standard as Wizel before him. Something Madarous nor Grazel even attempted to try when they posed the Sun King's abilities. The days of the Sun King being an appertain for foulness was over. Finally under Leoanrd's control the Sun King would finally honour his given named title and bring in a sunshine of hope on the dark days awaiting their future.

Now, for the subject of the White Knight's pact maker. Leonard now utterly confirmed to be the Sun King's new wielder. Humorously but kind heartily nominated an unexpecting Dragon to be his successor for his former powers. To say the least Dragon's jaw couldn't have dropped any further downwards. The reeling shock may have in fact caused his jar to land squarely onto the earth's core from the unexpected offer. He expected Leonard to nominate Eldore, Cyrus, Kara or really anyone else better qualified for the job.

To Dragon's credit, the maturing man did have some experience in controlling the White Knight through his own Avatar Knight. The latter who had been based on Wizel's main design when Leonard was incapacitated due to the withdrawal symptoms he gained from the heavy overusing of the White Knight's arc. Taking advantage of his bedridden state; the crazy cat lady had succeed in creating a weaker greener duplication of Wizel which Dragon used to this day; but to take on the actual White Knight, the hero of their time.

To be the main protagonist featured on the very cover of the book he had recently written. The multiplex the confident and insecure strands in Dragon's mind. Adamantly during their first journey. Dragon had sometimes felt a pang of jealously towards Leonard and Ceaser for receiving the mighty arcs. Nothing malicious, the two pact makers were as good as his brothers as far as Dragon was concerned. Rather, the lack lustier contempt he felt was challenged from his personal insecurity. Missing out by not getting lucky enough to stumble onto one of the arc's. Not being strong enough to be seen as worthy of their power. Now, destiny seemed to play into his favour. A second chance to utilize the power he previously believed he missed out on. The boy from his youth may have taken Leonard's offer of candidacy, but the husband and father who's youthful mind's meekness now replaced with adulthood maturity; required the writer to ask permission from the very person he swore to protect if such a situation arose in his new lifetime.

Yulie, for her part. She fully understand her husband's issue. The curse of the incorruptus. To be bound to a weapon of both wonderful but still terrible power. Yulie, when the Moon Maiden was concerned decided to forfeit her chance to reclaim her former arc. Unlike, Leonard she wasn't interested nor desired to ride a new knight. She loved the Moon Maiden, but she loved her husband and their family to be more. By taking on the knight's legacy once more. She couldn't afford. She didn't wish for her daughter or son to grow up without their mother and if she took on a incorruptus again. The chances of her children growing up without their mother seemed to horrible for her to imagine. She didn't want to be removed from her kid's lives but if Dragon still wished to take on Wizel. She wouldn't stop him. This was her husband's choice and she would stick by him whatever he wished.

So, her heart gladdened to know Dragon's wishes were exactly the same as hers. Dragon, grateful for the offer turned down Leonard's offer to be the next Whtie Knight. Yes, one may have dismissed the couple's reasons for cowardice but their friends didn't. Rather they supported their decision to forgo their potential reclamation of the knights. Dragon and Yulie had done their service and still planned to help out in the war but not through the knight arcs. Those days were over for the pair.

Instead, Cisna wished to take on the White Knight's arc. The former silent princess ironically booming a stunned silence amongst the group, Leonard, being the protective husband which he was tried desperately to persuade his wife out of the idea but to no avail. Cisna, had grown fiercely throughout and after the war. She was Queen Cisna III, the queen who weaponized her voice. No more the little girl who backed away in her room to sob for her mother. Nor did she wish her friends to fight entirely on for her behalf. This was her kingdom, out of all her subjects she had the most cause to ger her hands dirty on the blood stained battlefield. She was a servant for her servants. A cased argument that silenced any counter pleas her husband may have tried to concave. He loyally accepted Cisna as his successor for Wizel. A defender of Balandor on the throne and on the field.

In terms of the Dragon Knight's pact maker. Ceaser, practically raised his hand up before another word could be put forward on a possible candidate. The Lord of Greede, seemed to be waiting to jump at the chance on taking back his powers. To continue the oath he pledged in the memory of the Matriarch of Dragons who formally resided in the Bunker Lode Caverns before her death. To further his cause for the reclamation of Larvayne's amour. Kara spoke additionally towards his case.

The strict guardian, a tad annoyed her husband decided to play solider again especially with Greede's recent finical struggles. Vowed in her usual perforate attitude, she may as well look after the wandering city until her husband returned. A solution Ceaser was ever so grateful for, he displayed his gratitude with a massive kiss on his amazing wives lips. Many, in the history books may have found the pair's marriage an odd one due to their opposed personalities but no one could ever deny, the genuine fantastic love Ceaser and Kara felt for each other. If there was one person Ceaser would ever trust Greede to. Someone, he would indefinitely see as an equal to his lordship. That person would always forever be his wonderful Kara.

Now with three of the five pact makers assigned. The next order of business was proposed. One which came to some loss to Dragon personally. After Framboise's terrific but questionable developable research on creating an incorruptus for the modern day. Her research had sky rocketed tremendously since the Avatar Knight had been created. Mastering her skills of creation a million times fold. To the point an entire army could be mass produced at a higher quality of power. Not the same as the original five knights but still a massive upgrade compared to the first Avatar Knight. The notion had unsettled some of the members but bolt out of the blue from Eldore urged on the idea much to everyone's source of amazement. Now, previously Eldore was against the concept of the Avatar knight. Fearing, the creation could bring about further disarray onto the world if the incorruptus's expanded their numbers. If the many empires and kingdom come's learnt the method to create their own and bring forth with their own brand of terror upon creation, kindred to the same level of razer maliciousness Madarous and his nauseating empire had done already in their global scarring.

Nevertheless, in spite of his personal resentment of the knights. He eventually accepted what he feared was a terminal eventuality. The goliath knights of the old dogma war had stamped themselves forever in the present time. The paving of the new knights couldn't be stopped. Not by his hands nor anyone else's. At the best, their personal tracking and heartfelt prayers were their sweat's breadth that the right people. Those who possessed good hearts, and veracious minds gained their power. A naïve temptation yes, the future couldn't be controlled and Eldore ambivalently knew the next fancied dictator would find a way to corrupt, their penultimate choice on the avatar's knightly increase for world domination.

But. For when there is evil, good will be birthed from the other side. His beloved Queen Mureas taught him that much. Leonard and his new family reaffirmed this faith during their travels from the sweet grass of the Balastor plains towards the hellish discord of Red horn island. He didn't need to time travel anymore to protect the world. He knew good people, he belived in good people. For every villain a hero would rise. The logic he thrusted his ideals now into, braved the path for him to accept the mass creation to be. That despite the risks of their creation, good would prevail until the deepest hells forze over.

Dragon, always respected Eldore. Since the day he met the time traveling warrior. The young man found a sense of admiration for the man as a sword fighter, mentor and too an extent a father figure. To see him endorse the creation of the new knights, knowing the potential sever outcomes and hashed likelihoods that may follow from their birth. Gaining a confidence on the belief in the best of persons. Couldn't have elevated Dragon's acclaim of the man more so. A regard, which triggered a obligation Dragon knew he had to submissively obey. Framboise, may not have brooded the subject yet but Dragon already knew the scientist's major requirement to create the new Avatar Knights.

For the new batch to be created. His knight. Valtos, the Avatar Knight needed to be destroyed.

Why? To reverse engineer and recreate the blueprints which had been used to create the Avatar Knight to begin with. The original blueprints in question, had been destroyed straight away when the Avatar Knight first came to be. During the days of the Balandor's siege. So to not risk the plans to fall into the enemy hands and Valtos unfortunately was far too weakly to be used a base design. Not if the upcoming avatar knights were to be stronger.

Every material and matter had been stored into the Avatar knight if this direction had come to pass. Dragon, knew this fact. He knew the moment he transformed on his first day for his first battle with Valtos. Hence, why Valtos was so weak compared to the other knights. Not simply due to being a prototype, but to built as a throw away weapon. Now that observation, came stabbing at his door. To loose the knight he gave him the fighting chance to stay on the playing field with his wife and two brothers. To loose Valtos forever, as Cisna had done with his knight's namesake.

Somehow, the dutiful persecute became harder to honour than he previously imagined. He still remembered taking out his green sphered knight's arc on that day during the meeting. Holding, the soul panther who became his unintentional best friend. The fellow underdog who was the last chance of defence against Madarous and his newly demonized knight when the mad eternal stole the power of the other five knights, making the cinquefoil giant armours Inaccessible for their pact makers. To have that responsibility on his arms, the last hope against Madarous keeping him at bay until Cisna casted her mighty spell to free Leonard once and for all from his former self's intolerable control.

One time, he considered being the front man of their final battle to be the highpoint of his life.

Yulie's tendered warm hand. Touching his uncertain plan and his soon to be knightless arc reminded that was indeed not so. He had achieved far greater things in his lifetime. Far greater and more important things then being the last player against the big baddie. She, their marriage and children. How on earth could he possibly think he didn't attain more with his life.

Dragon shook his head watching the 40,0002 argument of Fang and Yulie reach a conclusive end. Calming, their tempers down. Fang grabbed her the rucksack from the stool nearest to her, and the daughter along with the rest of her family unit made their way towards the homely door of their familied residence. Kicking the door wide open with her left foot, in a brazen ill-mannered action. Earnt Fang, another scolding peeper from her parents. The dismay, although annoying was short lived as the ménage came face to face with Parma Town. No, not Parma village, those days had been over for the last twelve years.

Parma Town, in recent times had transformed into a borough of industry. The town still maintained the country side essence from her former village sidereal days. The key transformational difference the town had undergone, was its substantially growth in space. Now expanding at least a hundred feet of acres more compared to its quintile, preceding proportions. Not quite a city but still succeeded greatly in evolving, through Industrialized advancements. Sturdy bricked roads built in to handle new entering traffic, a large square arched marble gateway guarded by two new large Balandor coated Avatar Knights, nice clocked towered cathedral settled near the town's lower province. Embedded and constructed around the large green grassy hill near the town's end. But the monumental creaming of this new way of life for Parma were the various shops and market streets. All traders, selling their armour, fruit and whatever unimageable extravagant the good old shopper dreamed to purchase.

Parma had flourished successfully with the businesses influence, and it was all thanks to none other than Yulie. When the Chimera-duels reached their relieving end. Yulie, in her wits and heavy pregnancy brought Rapacci wines, after the hard rocked owner bowed down in a well deserved retirement. Since the boyout, Yulie utilized a new sense of business and branched out the old wine shop into Pamra and other places within the continent. At first, the new branches started off as modest small shops through different districts but with the popular taste airing the customers noses and supplementing the tastes on their tongues. A profit boomed all over! Allowing the former archer to fabricate a lovely vineyard crossing over many sandy fields with fresh grapes to pluck, and a modest winery within Parma's right centre. Leading to a domino effect of employment and financial success for all. Whether, you were working for her or on your own. Parma Town, welcomed all entrepreneurs joyfully.

Yulie, licked a tad of dirt from Fang's face. Causing the young girl to irked. Even annoyed Dragon, was unable to not see his little girl nothing less than cute. "Now." Yulie asked sternly keeping her son under the arm and her daughter in place. "Are, you absolutely sure you have everything?"

"Yes mum." Fang boringly answered back. Taking the time to play with her younger brother's fingers.

"Are you sure?" Yulie asked raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Mum. come on!" Fang stressed tired of this conversation. "I." Before Fang had the tamped opportunity to talk back. Her mum grabbed her in a large cuddle. The surprise Fang didn't have a chance to register her mother's embrace or her brother clutching his ting fingers on her jacket. Yulie, closed her tired wise eyes and whispered the last advice a mother could offer her little girl when starting a massive new chapter in their slowly adulting life.

"Be careful." Was all Yulie, Whispered. A secreted promise the mother, silently pledged her daughter to comply with. Kissing her forehead affectionly and letting Fang have a small cuddle with her little brother. The teenager turned to face her father.

"Will you be okay when I'm away?" Fang soundly inquired her father.

"Ah, you know me." Dragon smiled leaning his arm on their houses pillar. "Probably, just write a few more chapters of the book." Showing his brown, coloured laced ledger withstanding the newest chapters of the White Knight Chronicles. "I will need to see your Grandad Eldore later to get his information on the first years of the Dogma Wars."

"So?" Fang piqued clutching her chin in curiosity. "Your goanna write some kind of White Knight origins next?" The teen shook her head. "I don't see it selling pops." She jabbed waving her hands and face dismayingly.

"Maybe." Dragon agreed. "Still, you never know unless you've tried."

"Yeah." Fang agreed. Fang slowly walked up to her old man and embraced him with a tendered cuddlee. "You, know I love whatever you write dad." She tearily acknowledged. "I don't care what the sales stats are or how popular the critics rate em." She dug deeper her hold. "I always found them wonderful dad….always wonderful."

Dragon, smiled touched by his daughter's credit. Yeah, he wasn't a great author. He would be the first one to admit this fact of himself. But, if one person. Just one person read and loved a story he created. Then all the work and hours he put into the literal work couldn't have been more worth the inking of his quill.

"Who knows." Dragon theorized. Trying to keep his own weeping of his little girl's departure to avoid the teenager's dramatic outcry of a irked humiliation. "I maybe writing your story next."

"You better." Fang, childishly warned. Letting go of her father's arms. Hearing the dawning of the clock tower's thundering ching. Fang, knew her time to leave had come. Holding her rucksack tryingly confidently. "I will be seeing you guys." She nodded to her parents before running a steps ahead towards the main gate. Yet, she paused a freeing run to take one last look at the adults and little boy who meant so much to her. Inhaling, a deep breath that could overpower a dragon if the mystical beast attempted such an action. Releasing, the built up air the teen screamed the last confessions of her heat "I PROMISE TO MAKE YOU PROUD!" She declared with a small socking of tears. "I promise to make you both proud." She covertly admitted mourningly before finally running away out of Parma's gates and into the new wildness of the outside world which called adventure into her ears.

Dragon only started in the former spot her daughter had said her vowed goodbye. Sighing deeply, oh how he wished she could stay. How much he wanted to protect her from the beyond. But, he knew that was impossible, the heart pounding calling of a journey was irresistible. He knew it, Yulie knew it they all knew it.

"She, will be fine." Yulie promised with a small smile, placing a comforting hand on her husband's shoulder.

"I know." Dragon agreed taking her hand and stroking Pyrus's hair.

Many, things had changed since the recent war. Not just the new additions to their own family but to all the members of their groups. For example, Miu with Yulie's blessing had taken the role of the new pact-maker for the Moon Maiden. Her reasons' were extremely similar to Cisna's. Brave girl who had grown into a brave woman. A leader. Not, letting another enemy of her country bully her into submission. She had worn their side the first victory of the Chimera-Duels. Utilizing, the moon maiden at the battle on mercury's swamp. Taking over the evil Thaxos's stronghold. A victory she achieved additionally with the aid of Cyrus, who temporary returned to the role of solider and even leading the Farian troops by her side. It was to no surprise when the fierce battle reached the climatic end. Miu, rewarded the advisor with a massive kiss. Not, simply that. The two actually got married! Seemed those secret dinners really were heading somewhere. Now a days Cyrus lives full time in Faria. Working as an advisor for both nations. The unexpected two had found happiness with each other. Later, on having two twin boys names Dalam and Valtos. Dragon, couldn't confirm but deep inside him. He knew King Valtos and the Archduke were somewhere smiling happily from the havens at the union of their children and somehow giving the twins who bore their names a mighty great smile.

In the far reaches of Greede. While Ceaser fought with full effort in the new war. Kara, as the leading lady had thankfully found a way to safe the moving city from it's previous finical difficulties. Expanded her search, digging up a few old maps left behind by curious ancestor of Caeser's. The turned over Dragias, learnt underneath the settlement where Dragon had lived out his childhood. Stood an whole seam of shaft filtered with nothing but fire-lizard crystals. Each one individually worth a mighty fortune. Thanks, to her hard work and the settlers aid. Greede, gained a resistance of wealth and fortune. Upon Ceaser's return and a grateful massive smouch to his trusted wife. Plan's were drawn up to create a second city on the Falnder Trails. Dubbing the new city Dragias Redemption. A nod to his wife and how far she had come since exiting the magi and Grazel's manipulations. Now, the couple have a son. A cheeky rascal taking a lot from his father's mischief and his mother's high trained mind, named Rex. On certain days. The pair take their child to Sinca village to place a few flowers in memory of Setti. Not, the ruthless ruler who he grew into but the happy little boy who played with them in the village before a twisted adulthood consumed him.

Leonard and Cisna, life maintained the same. Yes, the war had been personally taxing for them but they had overcome. Thanks, to Cisna's choice on becoming the new White Knight. Many nations, however decisive on an alliance with Balandor. Forfeited, their previous convictions against an union and pledged their undying loyalty for the knight Queen and her husband. The second coming of Madarous. The version of Madarous who had gotten things right. Redemption and strength, the best way to describe the fretted rivalry of Madarous and Mureas was truly clenched thanks to the love Loenard and Cisna. The divided whole their previous self's had left behind filled up. Like the others. The royal pair had a daughter of their own. The talkative and happy princess Floraine. On a nice visit to Balandor's castle. Dragon and Yulie would bring Pyrus being of similar age and allow the two to play with her. A mirrored playtime, their parents had often enjoyed themselves as friends during their youthful days. No bitterness or rivalry in love. Just two great kids on the road to becoming the greatest of friends.

Dragon, took a small look at the sphered knight arc which hung around his neck. Valtos, was no more. The Avatar Knight that is. As previously foretold. The prototype Incoruptus was destroyed for the sole purpose to be reserve engineered. In order to create the new knights the new age of their world utilizes today. The original five would always remain the greatest in the chain of power compared to the entire lot but know a days, its utterly impossible to go anywhere without a knight hanging somewhere.

"hmm." Dragon lamented. Staring down onto his disabled arc.

"It's okay to miss him." Yulie sympathized. Trying smoothly to stop her youngest son from sucking her hair. Down casting her pupils. "I know I stated I was comfortable for Miu to have the Moon maiden powers." Yulie, waddled her lips "But, there are times I find myself saying Verto without thinking. Like…I did loose someone important to me." Yulie shook her head, letting her hair wave freely around. "Even, when I'm not in danger. I still want to say that fantastic word."

Dragon grinned and took his wife and son into his warm arms. "We all have out stories Yulie…"

The Balastor Plains

"We, all have stories. Every person in every world has a story. A great story, a wonderful story to tell. Stories, we admire; we want to become. Our story maybe over, or maybe delayed until some new chapters are written. Heros and villains will always come, but the story a single person can create."

A little traveling Papitaur was running away from a intently feral and very hungry Blue Boar. Panicking and swiftly rushing for his dear life; to be damming fully stopped by a huge bolder near the forest. Turning, around laying his arms flat on the stone. Feeling the sweat dripping off his fur irrepressibly. Knowing fully well the end was here for him. Praying to any god to save him from the cruel fate he had gotten himself into.

"Is the most amazing thing the world could ever have."

Fang, swiftly jumped behind the large rock. Coming between the boar and it's intended victim. Spreading her arm's open protectively between herself and the scared Papitaur behind her. Giving the same a tigress frown directly at the boar her mother was so famous for.

The Boar snarled at her puny small body. Not caring or considering her threat but rather another morsal for his platter to eat. Fang, understood the creature's idea from the hungry murderous observation, the mad animal transmitted from it's raged eyes. She knew her small rapier wasn't enough to stop the creature. So her emergency plan had ot be called up to stop the insane creature.

A gift Kara and Cisna had granted her when she came of age.

Taking out an old arcadia themed black sword into her hands. Fang, spoke the words. While not agreeing or intending to act in their suggested action, still would use their power to defend those, who sought out this knights help.

"Oh Dinivas, deliverer of dark and dread, ruler of the ancient shadows." She chanted closing her eyes solemnly. "Grant me your power!" She beseeched and piercingly opened her eyes. Prepared to say the legendary word, her parents loved to tell her when she bed as a young girl. The one word she forever wished to say now finally had the chance to release powerfully from her mouth.

"VERTO!"