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Royal Regrets

Post by Dazuma » Sat Mar 09, 2019 9:35 am

*Drip*

In a virtually endless expanse of dark, a single drop of water would echo relentlessly. His sapphire mirrors shyly crept open to see a smiling white-haired face before him. His eyes would widen doubt instantly stained his heart. But whether he believed this visage to be real or illusion the fact alone that his eyes even could gaze upon this person was fruit enough.

I...is that you?

His arm reached out, his palms wide. The closer he got to touching to figure the further away they got. His face befallen with a grimace. He desperately reached trying to grab onto the face of the figure before him.

Big Brother?

The sound of the boy's voice reverberated endlessly, it knawed at Dazuma and unrelenting sensation of...guilt. His teeth would grit, his eyes would water. He blinked only once and at that moment now was in a wide field. Empty nothing around but grassland and clouds for what seemed to stretch into eternity itself. The winds caressed his clothing. He gripped his right arm. Looking about the realm around him. That voice...

"It was his voice"


He knew the owner of that voice. He had laid side y side it since before he could even comprehend speech. From days as a spec of life being cultivated in the gut of his mother. It belonged to...

"Nazu?"


The mere utterance sent the entire realm into a flux, it rattled, Nazuma's name roared and raged the earth split in twain creating a gargantuan expanse, the clouds coagulated and darkened, the skies rampaged and thunder shot from the sky. The winds ravaged the terrain. His heart rate rocketed his gaze shifted above where he laid eyes on but a single image. A boy his size, his body clasped in red lightning. His eyes scored with hatred.

How dare you scum...

His power flexed the wind accelerated tenaciously engulfing Dazuma and this entity in a fearsome tornado.

TRAITOR! YOU DARE SPEAK MY NAME!?


Dazuma could barely breathe amongst the raging fury of his brother. His eyes oozing tears, his right hand gripping his chest as he fell to the ground. Oh...he sobbed. His one fiercest regret...laid present before him.

"N-no, Nazuma...please...


And with that utterance, a barrage of wind pellets came raining down upon him, each with enough power to pitching through solid rock. Dazuma bellowed in agony. His face was cut by one of the pellets causing his right cheek to bleed. He looked up to his brother once more. Grief had stricken him with lethargy. His regrets holding him captive.

The Prodigal son, The true Emerald King, Rai-Father, Nation birther...

Each title seemed to infuriate Nazuma even further. The overwhelming sensation of rage overcoming him. He pointed his hand down hand dazuma His index targeting his twin brother. A solemn gleam of light showed for but an instant before a large ball of green energy began to amass around the point of Nazumas finger.

YOU ARE NONE OF THESE! YOU ARE LITTLE MORE THAN A SPOILED COWARD!

Hints of vermillion bolts of power could be seen crackling about the energy sphere. Death would surely be the result of even touching such an awesome display of sheer magical might. Dazuma couldn't even move if he wanted to...and he didn't. His head lowered before his brother. He could barely speak, the pain from the earlier assault and the devilish winds made it hard to breathe. He prostrated himself, he was pleading...begging. Not for his treacherous life to be spared...but for...

"P-please b-brother...forgi--

Before he could even finish Nazuma flew into a greater fit and sent the massive beam of wind magic rocketing towards Dazuma Right before it hit Dazum closed his eyes, accepting his brother merciless vehemence...but then...

*Drip*

Again the sound of water dropping onto a puddle would reverberate again, it rippled through the space around them causing the world to crack and shatter leaving Dazuma to fall into an abyss amongst the debris.

*GASP*

He took in a massive breath, his eyes jotted upon and he quickly rose upward. Ragged was the sound of his panting gripping his chest with both hands. He took in the scene around him, realizing he was no longer before Nazuma in the previous world he began to calm himself. His breath normalized as he began to take in the grossly familiar decorum of his room. Books numbering in the thousand laid before him. Gold and silver littered the place, woven into the very architecture from the ceiling ruined with shimmering green and yellow crystals. The beauty did always ring a calm to his inner storms. He released a sigh of relief.

It was...just a dream?

The embers thriving in his fireplaces crackling with a similar rhythm to that of Nazuma lightning. He clenched his covers and pulled them closer to his face, nestling his head betwixt his kneecaps and the covers he began to weep heavily.

"If...If so then...why does it hurt sooo bad...


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Re: Royal Regrets

Post by Dazuma » Sat Mar 09, 2019 12:13 pm

Roughly two hours would slowly go by before Dazuma could finally calm down enough to lift his head. Laying sight on his room once more he heaves a heavy breath before removing his blankets. Sitting in the center of his massive bed he fought against a litter of pillow and stuffed animals to get to the edge of his bed. Before he could attempt to get down on the small step ladder that helps him down he hears a hefty knock at the door.

My Lord, May I?

Another familiar voice, but this one he harbored no ill relation to, if anything, this voice was deep in octave and in Dazumas heart, owned by his most trusted and loyal knight.

"Granted..."

He spoke with a rigid authority. Upon so a man would enter standing about six feet five inches. His bodice was seasoned and covered in markings both of his House; Urso as well as those of battle. He was ordained in casual ursorian casual garbs and a pendant that bore the family crest, which if he didn't know him would be the only thing besides his blade to depict him as royalty. He would come fully in and close the door behind him. Placing his right hand over his heart he would bow then kneel before Dazuma. His hair fell on his shoulder as the midnight Dazuma had just awoken from. Dazuma would hop down from his bed and could barely be seen blushing. His head would fall slightly on his shoulder as he tenses up a bit. Hed side eyes the knight.

" Geez Evant how many times must I tell you, It's odd to see you bowing like that."

The knights gaze still resting downward and shut off from the visage of dazuma and his room.

With all due respect my Lord you are the Second Prince of the most prestigious house in all of the Kingdom. It would dishonor me not to greet you with due reverence my liege.

Dazuma cringed but it smoothly changed into a smirk. Evant, he had practically been by Dazuma's side his entire life, looking after him keeping him and his twin out of trouble. He even voluntarily swore himself as Dazuma's Vulkyn, which is normally a knight who is personally chosen by the King or Queen in eternal fielty to protect a member of the throne. He is also Dazumas teacher, mentor, and guide. Whereas it was once his father who held those titles Evant took them up after the King passed away nearly eight years ago.

"Very well then,Rise."

He'd chuckle as his gaze was met with that of Evant's. Such a stern glare Evant so casually wore, eyes carried a flaring intensity like that of a sun-scorched sky. But now that the formalities had been resolved they would soften to that of a gentle sunset upon the horizon. He always found such comfort in the sights of his knight.

Now that your masochistic ritual of honor is done to what do I owe the please, my friend?

Evant would smirk. Dazuma quick-witted speech often amused him, he was the Second son of the house that has sworn to guide and protect the Ri're far beyond the reaches of time...he might have a knack for being a bit overbearing. But Dazuma unlike most members of the family did not make him feel like a servant but a role model despite their class difference.

Ya know something? If your swordsmanship was as refined as your wordplay then maybe you would be the teacher.


Dzuma would suck his teeth. It was n secret that Evant was the better warrior of the two. As many times as Dazuma had come close to beating him, Evant always makes an impossible come back and completely turns the tide.

Yeah yeah what do you want Evant. I'm sure you've other duties than to ponder my swordplay. You are a second son same as I after all.

He said in a dismissive and cheeky tone. His robes clasping his body in their fine silk threads. While waiting for his knight's response he walked over to his favorite bookcase. Imported from the Chaos its made from a rare wood only found in the Maaluukian Woods. His eyes would run along the various titles as to what book he was searching for was unknown, perhaps he was merely stalling for time.
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Re: Royal Regrets

Post by Dazuma » Sat Mar 09, 2019 2:36 pm

Tch Indeed...

Said Evant as his eyes stayed focused on his charge. He was always thinking of Dazuma's wellbeing, even when Prince himself felt it be rather paternal then structural. He would rise, Now dwarfing his liege in size he looked down at Dazuma his eye narrowing.

Though truth be told your swordplay is my duty.

His tone was stern, Dazuma knew what this meant. He was in for a rocky ride in training today. Probably not a good thing to talk shit to the man who can ruin your day with but a simple command...

" H-hey now Evant no need to--

He said not daring to make eye contact. He strummed along a series of book, categorized with various moments of his childhood and tails him and his brother often were read by his mother. His eyes shifted between them. The thoughts surrounding Nazu and his nightmare drifted into his consciousness. His mood became colder. But this did not deter his mentor who firmly and with King like authority spoke.

Training field...Now...

He could sense something troubled the prince. Dazuma was typically a sassy child but he could sense his spirit was heavy today. He knew exactly what he needed. Dazuma's head, however, would fall down and a deep-seated sigh would flee from his lips. One day he was gonna learn how to hide his irritable moods.

Yes sir...

His eyes shifted to the lest were the dr was. After the night he had he really had hoped to stay in and do some reading, but instead he was being read cover to cover. Shit, he supposed he might as well changed. He'd gently look/back over his shoulder to his Vulkyn and lightly wave for him to dismiss himself so that he could get dressed. He knew this would be a fierce session he would need time to prepare. Evant would bow lightly and take his leave no doubt to prepare the course Dazuma would be put on today.
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Re: Royal Regrets

Post by Dazuma » Mon Mar 18, 2019 6:45 pm

Ah...Here it is...

He found it, the book he was searching for. Hidden amongst the myriad of scriptures written about the varying cultures of the world and its past. It was an old ragged thing that he and his brother must've frolicked through hundreds of times. A musty ole tome that was an ode to the first Emerald King. The progenitor of his curse. Dazuma himself though possessing adept knowledge of the arcane was by means on the same spectrum like those of his brothers Nazuma or even Sheng who was the reining Emerald King. A god incarnate. Dazauma reflected back to his dream. There Nazu spits titles at him, different things the people of the Kingdom had spoken of him, not because of his abilities...but because of how he approached the folks in his Kingdom. Sheng was a stern King. He ruled with a fearsome fist that was filled with pride. He oppressed those of non-royal birth and even treated the royal like they were just as mundane but at least hed look them in the eyes.

Such a man...

Was not fit to be King in his eyes. But then again neither was he. He would walk over to his closet. Pressing his hand on a glyph on the side of the double doors he waited briefly as it would flash a bright violet color and synch with his naten. After doing so they would open revealing a walk-in closet space that might as well been a townhouse in and of itself.

As he entered his spaceDazuma could not shake the words of his twin. The true Emerald King. He sucked his teeth once more as he headed down a long passageway. On the sides of him were myriads of cases, dressers and draws filled with varying kinds f fabrics and regalia. He was a bit of an eccentric when It came to his clothing, Garbs from distant lands that he had his mother import. It was there main means of obtaining from the outside world...especially Dazuma. Four years ago after the mayhem surrounding his brother's exile, he was forbidden from ever leaving the Kingdoms domain. To do so would see him stripped ad exiled just the same as Nazuma. He never quite understood Sheng's decree.

Why would he not exile us both?

It was a question Dazma had been fumbling over for the last few years. Though Dazuma shed no blood, unlike his brother...Dazuma was the one who came up with the plan to leave the palace and sneak aboard the Valkire caravan. But Sheng..fr some strange reason showed him leniency...even though the incident ended with the death of Shengs soon to have been queen.
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