Embreyus: I Embreyus Isshen Gamallow Denkou, Head of the Industrious House of Gamallow hereby present my vote in favor of Royal Execution. In ordnance of our desire to protect our King's legacy...though it never does my heart to send young to their deaths. The sanctity of our bloodline must persevere. I am sure the other heads would agree.
A man whose voice was rarely heard but the calculating nature of his often very stone stoic face was palpable. He was even more seldom seen as much of his time was occupied by his endeavors to push the Denkou to the next phase of progression as a Kingdom. Its internal structure its outside trade and marketing everything was a branch of his Oak like debonair and tenacity. The Head of the Gamallow also agreed and had complete conviction behind his words. To express that even one as cold and meticulous as he did not hold any joy from this choice...but understanding the stakes of allowing not only one but two potential wielders to survive. The balance would be thrown totally out of order. Dracovis closed his eyes making his way back to his throne. Two of the four houses had spoken. Esmeralda hadn't said a word. She stood there clasped still in the same garments she wore to assist the Queens birthing of the twins. She was stained with blood and sweat. Usually, she would never allow herself to be seen in such a haggard state. However...after what she witnessed, this siren dictated she forgo casual decorum and required her immediate attention.
Esmeralda: I, Esmeralda Yuliana Flonne Denkou, Head of the Florescent House of Flonne hereby present my vote in favor of Royal execution. To take lives so young....to take life and return all to the beryl cycle. That has always been the creed of Denkou. The fostering and cultivation of the Emerald Soul so that we might continue to grow and flourish like well-cultivated fruits the youth of the Denkou tree should take precedence. I mourn this decision… for in all my years as a stewardess to the Nobility of this house, I have never come across such a miraculous pair of children.
Mios's nostril flared. He was the strongest and most prolific child ever to be born to the House of Ri'ore, all the houses including the Flonne said it. She'd change her tune soon...
Dracovis heaved a heavy sigh.
Three of the four House had given their votes. Looking into the collective eyes of his most trusted retainers. His personally chosen House Hold members. He looked back to his father the two exchanged a solemn nod of understanding. He looked to his wife, his glorious bride that gave way to such a powerful birth Her strength to remain conscious after delivering two children and still address her court. He loved each and every moment he got to spend with her. Now...he as King needed to act.
I have heard your decrees...I am honored to know the extents that such a loyal retainer would go to ensure the sovereignty of the Emerald Soul is clung to and preserved...truly I am honored. And thus...
With that being said he took his axe; The Legendary Vessel; Fulgur in hand, raised it, and send the glare of the Emerald Kings light
"I, Dracovis Siegfried Ri'Ore Denkou 2nd Emerald King; Chieftan of the Beryl Sun herby give my vote in favor of Royal execution!"
A thunderous boom soon followed after Dracovis hit the bast of his axe against the ground as if it was a gavel. The verdict had been given. Mios would be found with a gruesomely satisfied smirk on his face.
A Buried Future
Re: A Buried Future
A smirk that was extremely short-lived for what occurred next no one could have foreseen. Save for those present during the twin's birth. Dravocis would lay Fulgur to the side before walking over to the carriage where the twins were being held. He looked to his spawn. So tiny was Dario, much smaller than his brother; such a small faint magic signature. Then there was Naito, whose power was so bold and brazen.
"Normally such an execution would be held in private with only the Heads of the royal families to be present in order to observe the fulfillment of the law. However..."
The room was soon engulfed in a terribly insidious emerald light. The king was its origin point his hands crackling with a bright electrical force. The air vibrated with an almost insufferable vigor that caused the hairs of all those in attendance to stand. It was not every day that one got to see the King show a display of power.
" To dispel the voice of those who believe that I have begun to stray from the path of the king, I will execute the twins here and now before the faces of all the royal house; Let it never be said that anyone else stained their hands of innocent blood other than their king..."
The queen who stood beside the twins the entire time looked Dracovis sternly in the eyes...for a moment her faith faltered. He thought would be seen smiling...as if telling her to trust that what he was doing would work out. She stood aside, taking Esmerlad's hand. The faces of both Meridian and Mios stained with excitement...the legacy would prevail. Mios would still be the only child of the Strongest King ever. Evant grabbed his father's hand. Oberon did not look away and encouraged his child to do the same. He needed to see this...the first stone in the change of Denkou's legacy.
"Soverign art: Bannishing bolt of bane!
With that invocation, The full brutality came down as a thunderous bolt of lightning struck the twins. Force fields of magic had been placed by the four heads of the family to protect everyone else from the magical backlash of such terribly potent magic. . Many turned their heads...they could not believe he would smite his own children in such a barbarous manner. Mios did not look away, reveling in the brutality of his father's might. Even though he never thought to see such ruthlessness from his father...it was refreshing to know he had not softened entirely. The room was developed in dazzling green light as dust and debris soon settled...what was seen...shocked the entire court.
The king's power had been nullified.
The carriage was completely unharmed, not a single hair on the twin's head had been swayed. Covering them was a magic barrier of crimson and nature whose magical origins dated back to a time that no one present could determine. Magic that was just as old as the Emerald soul with magic just as powerful.
Evant stared in amazement...what did this mean? That there was a force greater than the Emerald King...were the twins...immortal?
Confused didn't even begin to explain the collective befuddlement that filled the room.
"I do not understand this...how are they still alive?"
The firstborn prince said with teeth gritted and fist balled. He walked past his father ignoring the face of his mother, focusing solely on the twins. The power emanating from Naito had also covered his brother.
"You must've held back...nothing surpasses the Emerald King's power. It is a singularity, no other force in all the kingdom's bloodlines could stand up to it...so how?! HOW IS IT THAT THEY HAVE BEEN ALLOWED TO STAND?!
So deep was his anger, so unfathomable was his rage but in many ways, it was the thought process of all those who had also condemned the birth of the twins. It also inspired much confusion and even some notions of fear. They had always thought the Emerald Soul in so many ways to be esoteric nigh omnipotent...and yet...it had faltered?
Dracovis would fall to one knee...drained of magic power. And yet, he was smiling.
"Do you think I would suffer the looks of taking my entire kingdom through the motions of killing children just to insult that decree by not giving such a thing my all? I can assure you, young prince. I brought the full might of my magic down upon them."
Onohall rushed to his side. She would help him up and immediately begin casting healing magic on him. Aside from his magic being nullified the power protecting the twins sent whatever malic presented towards them back at the caster...he felt the full force of his own spell sent back at him.
Meridian: Ho-how can this be? What forces within the Denkou blood can stand up to that of the Beryl Sun?!
Esmerelda would stand in front of her subordinate. She knew full well what had occurred...
Esmeralda: What you have just witnessed now is the resurrection of a power once thought to be long lost to the Denkou blood..yet it is a force that is the very hope and dream of the Denkai kingdom...The counterpart to the Asharin, birther of the Emerald Soul....what you've just seen is the power of the Masharin; The power of the Ruby Queen.
a large collective gasp, silence...then a myriad of inaudible whispers and yells.
In the cacophony of voices, the firstborn prince would be heard.
" NO! 3RD TIER CONFIGURATION; LIGHTNING BEAST MIMICRY: BLISTERING MAW OF THE LION EMPEROR!
The entire room was ignited with magical energy once more. Third-tier magic from a child? The massive and voracious lion-shaped magic was sent forth. As soon as it made contact with the twins the force was not only absorbed but the harm that would be done to the princes was instead done to Mios. Physically he received no wounds but the "feel" of the magic's harmful intent radiated through his body causing him incredible mental and spiritual anguish as if his own very soul could break. He would fall unconscious and hit the ground. The aids rushed to his side to care for him.
Dracovis looked in disappointment at how readily his child was willing to try and execute his brothers. Though also worriedly impressed that at such a young age he was capable of such ridiculous magic power. Though now the point was completely made...the twins were blessed by the protection of the Masharin...they could not be harmed by any outside force whose power did not supersede the ancient deity's might.
"Normally such an execution would be held in private with only the Heads of the royal families to be present in order to observe the fulfillment of the law. However..."
The room was soon engulfed in a terribly insidious emerald light. The king was its origin point his hands crackling with a bright electrical force. The air vibrated with an almost insufferable vigor that caused the hairs of all those in attendance to stand. It was not every day that one got to see the King show a display of power.
" To dispel the voice of those who believe that I have begun to stray from the path of the king, I will execute the twins here and now before the faces of all the royal house; Let it never be said that anyone else stained their hands of innocent blood other than their king..."
The queen who stood beside the twins the entire time looked Dracovis sternly in the eyes...for a moment her faith faltered. He thought would be seen smiling...as if telling her to trust that what he was doing would work out. She stood aside, taking Esmerlad's hand. The faces of both Meridian and Mios stained with excitement...the legacy would prevail. Mios would still be the only child of the Strongest King ever. Evant grabbed his father's hand. Oberon did not look away and encouraged his child to do the same. He needed to see this...the first stone in the change of Denkou's legacy.
"Soverign art: Bannishing bolt of bane!
With that invocation, The full brutality came down as a thunderous bolt of lightning struck the twins. Force fields of magic had been placed by the four heads of the family to protect everyone else from the magical backlash of such terribly potent magic. . Many turned their heads...they could not believe he would smite his own children in such a barbarous manner. Mios did not look away, reveling in the brutality of his father's might. Even though he never thought to see such ruthlessness from his father...it was refreshing to know he had not softened entirely. The room was developed in dazzling green light as dust and debris soon settled...what was seen...shocked the entire court.
The king's power had been nullified.
The carriage was completely unharmed, not a single hair on the twin's head had been swayed. Covering them was a magic barrier of crimson and nature whose magical origins dated back to a time that no one present could determine. Magic that was just as old as the Emerald soul with magic just as powerful.
Evant stared in amazement...what did this mean? That there was a force greater than the Emerald King...were the twins...immortal?
Confused didn't even begin to explain the collective befuddlement that filled the room.
"I do not understand this...how are they still alive?"
The firstborn prince said with teeth gritted and fist balled. He walked past his father ignoring the face of his mother, focusing solely on the twins. The power emanating from Naito had also covered his brother.
"You must've held back...nothing surpasses the Emerald King's power. It is a singularity, no other force in all the kingdom's bloodlines could stand up to it...so how?! HOW IS IT THAT THEY HAVE BEEN ALLOWED TO STAND?!
So deep was his anger, so unfathomable was his rage but in many ways, it was the thought process of all those who had also condemned the birth of the twins. It also inspired much confusion and even some notions of fear. They had always thought the Emerald Soul in so many ways to be esoteric nigh omnipotent...and yet...it had faltered?
Dracovis would fall to one knee...drained of magic power. And yet, he was smiling.
"Do you think I would suffer the looks of taking my entire kingdom through the motions of killing children just to insult that decree by not giving such a thing my all? I can assure you, young prince. I brought the full might of my magic down upon them."
Onohall rushed to his side. She would help him up and immediately begin casting healing magic on him. Aside from his magic being nullified the power protecting the twins sent whatever malic presented towards them back at the caster...he felt the full force of his own spell sent back at him.
Meridian: Ho-how can this be? What forces within the Denkou blood can stand up to that of the Beryl Sun?!
Esmerelda would stand in front of her subordinate. She knew full well what had occurred...
Esmeralda: What you have just witnessed now is the resurrection of a power once thought to be long lost to the Denkou blood..yet it is a force that is the very hope and dream of the Denkai kingdom...The counterpart to the Asharin, birther of the Emerald Soul....what you've just seen is the power of the Masharin; The power of the Ruby Queen.
a large collective gasp, silence...then a myriad of inaudible whispers and yells.
In the cacophony of voices, the firstborn prince would be heard.
" NO! 3RD TIER CONFIGURATION; LIGHTNING BEAST MIMICRY: BLISTERING MAW OF THE LION EMPEROR!
The entire room was ignited with magical energy once more. Third-tier magic from a child? The massive and voracious lion-shaped magic was sent forth. As soon as it made contact with the twins the force was not only absorbed but the harm that would be done to the princes was instead done to Mios. Physically he received no wounds but the "feel" of the magic's harmful intent radiated through his body causing him incredible mental and spiritual anguish as if his own very soul could break. He would fall unconscious and hit the ground. The aids rushed to his side to care for him.
Dracovis looked in disappointment at how readily his child was willing to try and execute his brothers. Though also worriedly impressed that at such a young age he was capable of such ridiculous magic power. Though now the point was completely made...the twins were blessed by the protection of the Masharin...they could not be harmed by any outside force whose power did not supersede the ancient deity's might.
Re: A Buried Future
-Present Day-
They had been here for several hours and Dazuma was still out cold. The amount of magical energy he used had to have been astronomical, considering he has never had access to the full girth of his magical ability. It must've been the distance between him and Mios, the farther he was from the Emerald Ascenion the less effective the curse of leeching he was under was. Evant had kept him warm the entire night. He was much closer than normal, the fire was waiting, and he was prepared, he never imagined the prince would find himself in the middle of a frozen temple.
"That was it wasn't it?"
He said softly as he prepared the lone blanket that he did bring for warmth. He had set up a few totems. Small metallic effigies that would keep lighting the fire until the magic within them faded.
"That day... I witnessed it..."
He got closer, and Dazuma's hair lay spattered around him flooding the ground like a puddle of jade. Evant own thick locs lay clouding his face. His burning amber eyes ran over Dazuma as he lay there sleeping. There was a smoldering sensation in the pits of his stomach. It was an alarming feeling for him. This was not the first time he and Dazuma had ever been alone, though, it is the first time they had ever been alone away from the kingdom.
Away from judgmental eyes...ones that would frown upon...
"The birth of a true king"
It was not an overinflated complement. Evant truly believed that if his prince. Dazuma's birth was the bringer of change for the Denkou. It was a symbol that the time for moving forward had arrived. But change...often brings discomfort and fear. Many rejected him. Treated him as the lesser of the brother because he did not possess the power they did. However, Dazuma did not allow their thinking to permeate his own. Where many would have simply succumbed to the darkness of such a fate. Dazuma instead aspired to burn their prejudices to ash not through force, not through aggression but through training and honing his body in mind with a maddening tenacity. Not just this but even diplomatically growing making it a point to earn the trust of those very people. Despite their wicked thoughts about him.
Just thinking about everything he knew his prince went through up until this point caused his heart to swell. He leaned forward. His hand traced Dazuma's jawline. His skin was so smooth, almond colored, fair as diamond. Despite having been watching him all these years, he never allowed his heart to wandering too far. He was here to serve and protect his prince. The Holder of the eldest of bloodlines. The future ruler of all his people...and yet
"Here, in this place. We are no different than common men. What I would not give, Dazuma, to tell you how I truly feel. What I see and think of you of how...I..."
Just as he was about to finish his words, so close to Dazuma his hair touched his face the emerald-colored eyes of his prince would open causing him to retreat back falling over pieces of debris.
"E-vant? Is that you?"
They had been here for several hours and Dazuma was still out cold. The amount of magical energy he used had to have been astronomical, considering he has never had access to the full girth of his magical ability. It must've been the distance between him and Mios, the farther he was from the Emerald Ascenion the less effective the curse of leeching he was under was. Evant had kept him warm the entire night. He was much closer than normal, the fire was waiting, and he was prepared, he never imagined the prince would find himself in the middle of a frozen temple.
"That was it wasn't it?"
He said softly as he prepared the lone blanket that he did bring for warmth. He had set up a few totems. Small metallic effigies that would keep lighting the fire until the magic within them faded.
"That day... I witnessed it..."
He got closer, and Dazuma's hair lay spattered around him flooding the ground like a puddle of jade. Evant own thick locs lay clouding his face. His burning amber eyes ran over Dazuma as he lay there sleeping. There was a smoldering sensation in the pits of his stomach. It was an alarming feeling for him. This was not the first time he and Dazuma had ever been alone, though, it is the first time they had ever been alone away from the kingdom.
Away from judgmental eyes...ones that would frown upon...
"The birth of a true king"
It was not an overinflated complement. Evant truly believed that if his prince. Dazuma's birth was the bringer of change for the Denkou. It was a symbol that the time for moving forward had arrived. But change...often brings discomfort and fear. Many rejected him. Treated him as the lesser of the brother because he did not possess the power they did. However, Dazuma did not allow their thinking to permeate his own. Where many would have simply succumbed to the darkness of such a fate. Dazuma instead aspired to burn their prejudices to ash not through force, not through aggression but through training and honing his body in mind with a maddening tenacity. Not just this but even diplomatically growing making it a point to earn the trust of those very people. Despite their wicked thoughts about him.
Just thinking about everything he knew his prince went through up until this point caused his heart to swell. He leaned forward. His hand traced Dazuma's jawline. His skin was so smooth, almond colored, fair as diamond. Despite having been watching him all these years, he never allowed his heart to wandering too far. He was here to serve and protect his prince. The Holder of the eldest of bloodlines. The future ruler of all his people...and yet
"Here, in this place. We are no different than common men. What I would not give, Dazuma, to tell you how I truly feel. What I see and think of you of how...I..."
Just as he was about to finish his words, so close to Dazuma his hair touched his face the emerald-colored eyes of his prince would open causing him to retreat back falling over pieces of debris.
"E-vant? Is that you?"
Re: A Buried Future
Evant fumbled back, nervously trying to gather himself. It was embarrassing for him to be caught so close to the prince. His face flushed red with his desires bubbling like butterflies in his belly. He quickly bent a knee to his future King ashamed to e caught so flustered. Dazuma as he came to noticed the odd way Evant's demeanor seemed but he didn't second guess it. He was more concerned with the fact that Evant was here at all. How did he find him? Did his being here mean that he was commissioned by Myos to find Dazuma and bring him home? If so why would he not take the time while he was out cold to drag him back before the false king?
Unless...
"Evant, I demand to know what you are doing here?"
There was confusion in his tone but it was frank, stern, and authoritative. A demand indeed. Evant's eyes did not look upon Dazuma's face but only at his feet. He had not regained his composure and the tone Dazuma took with him was ...surprising. He knew he needed to tell the truth, and what he spoke now would shape the prince's entire view of him and his loyalty.
"My Prince, you are right to question, I know this must be alarming"
Dazuma scoffed and interrupted him.
"Evant...I will not repeat myself. Remove the pleasantries...did Myos send you?"
Evant face hardened. He was so worried about shattering their trust. He had hoped to have time to come up with an explanation. Dazuma did always have incredible recovery abilities.
"Yes...He did"
He gritted his teeth, he hoped Dazuma would give him time to explain. But by the time he finished confirming it was the King who sent him, Dazuma was already scrambling to grab his belongings. Dazuma 's expression conveyed hurt initially. Though, he had to be understanding as well. Myos was a terrifying force. Defying him often meant death or a fate worse than.
"I see...leave here Evant, Tell him you found nothing, your trail ran cold. Forget you ever saw me."
Evant eyes shot open and his gaze caught Dazuma's. His eyes...they hummed now with a soft yet powerful hue...his Kingsblood was awakening. Evant...was torn at this moment. He had never disobeyed Dazuma before but as it stood now he absolutely had to make things clear. Dazuma didn't have the full story, he knew nothing of what was transpiring in the kingdom since he defected...the many lives that had been taken.
"I...am sorry my prince. I will not"
As he put his blade upon his person Dazuma did look over his shoulder in surprise.
"Hmp, so Myos has sunk his fangs into after all..."
Evant gripped the ground with a vigours force. Within a second he had accosted Dazuma pinning him against the stone wall of the temple. His eyes echoed a viscous amber-orange flare that conveyed a fury the likes that Dazuma had never once seen in Evant's face. Dazuma was prazlied in shock. Outside of training Evant had never so much as laid a finger on the prince and now he had him painfully pinned against the wall. Was this his order? Had he been tasked with killing him?
"You..."
The anger in his voice cracked it, the weight of the burden that had been placed on the Urso's shoulder. They were the Kingsgaurd sworn protectors of the Realm, Inherotrs of the will of Rai. For him to be accursed of betraying the true crown. It...it...
"You would accuse me of treason?! I, who has wiped the blood from your lips, nursed your wound covered you every flaw? You would dare speak ill of my loyalty? To question over a millennium of Urso faith and commitment to the crown?!
Dazuma's teeth gritted, the power that Evant was holding him down with...it was like he was saturated with a neurotoxin. But that was not it, it was the sheer physical might. In that moment Dazuma realized, not only how powerful Evant truly was but also that he had been holding his true strength back this entire time. He never truly bested him in a single spar they had. Evant allowed him to win...
"Do you know while you've been off galavanting and running around the world in search of fairytales and adventure? The people of Denkou, YOUR PEOPLE, to whom you vowed to love and protect have been dying...suffering oppression under the false king title and you would believe that I who swore an oath of blood bone, and spirit to you would allow that snake to covert me> I will not stand here and allow you to besmirch the name, Urso...Nor the bloodline of the Ri'ore who came before you!"
Evant eyes swelled with sadness and righteous rage as the tears came streaming down his face like rivers.
He's...crying?
Of course, he is...that is the kind of man he was. To weep for his loved ones. The place he called home, the land he swore and vowed to protect. And yet, he was here. If his true aim was to harm Dazuma in any way he could have done so. If he was truly under the whispers of the Derelict King Dazuma would already be on his way back to the Kingdom. Evant...evant was right. While Dazuma was out traveling the world his people were crumbling beneath the oppressive hilt of his elder brother. He had seen many things and even uncovered secrets of his people's past. He did not, however, give much thought to what his people must have been going through. What Evant must have suffered through.
"Evant..I"
His grip intensified his fist was shaking but he would release Dazuma who would fall bottom first on the cold hard stone ground. Evant wiped his face and took a deep breath trying to regain his composure. He turned away from Dazuma who was sitting there with tears of his own.
" If you so order it I will leave this place with you in it and I will return back to the Kingdom, where I belong, and continue to help and serve the land I have sworn to. But know this and from this day I pray you never question it again. Before I am sworn to the Denkou, The Urso, or Ri'ore...I have vowed and sworn an oath to You...none else but you. Dazuma Ains Ri'ore Denkou. The 3rd Emerald King."
Unless...
"Evant, I demand to know what you are doing here?"
There was confusion in his tone but it was frank, stern, and authoritative. A demand indeed. Evant's eyes did not look upon Dazuma's face but only at his feet. He had not regained his composure and the tone Dazuma took with him was ...surprising. He knew he needed to tell the truth, and what he spoke now would shape the prince's entire view of him and his loyalty.
"My Prince, you are right to question, I know this must be alarming"
Dazuma scoffed and interrupted him.
"Evant...I will not repeat myself. Remove the pleasantries...did Myos send you?"
Evant face hardened. He was so worried about shattering their trust. He had hoped to have time to come up with an explanation. Dazuma did always have incredible recovery abilities.
"Yes...He did"
He gritted his teeth, he hoped Dazuma would give him time to explain. But by the time he finished confirming it was the King who sent him, Dazuma was already scrambling to grab his belongings. Dazuma 's expression conveyed hurt initially. Though, he had to be understanding as well. Myos was a terrifying force. Defying him often meant death or a fate worse than.
"I see...leave here Evant, Tell him you found nothing, your trail ran cold. Forget you ever saw me."
Evant eyes shot open and his gaze caught Dazuma's. His eyes...they hummed now with a soft yet powerful hue...his Kingsblood was awakening. Evant...was torn at this moment. He had never disobeyed Dazuma before but as it stood now he absolutely had to make things clear. Dazuma didn't have the full story, he knew nothing of what was transpiring in the kingdom since he defected...the many lives that had been taken.
"I...am sorry my prince. I will not"
As he put his blade upon his person Dazuma did look over his shoulder in surprise.
"Hmp, so Myos has sunk his fangs into after all..."
Evant gripped the ground with a vigours force. Within a second he had accosted Dazuma pinning him against the stone wall of the temple. His eyes echoed a viscous amber-orange flare that conveyed a fury the likes that Dazuma had never once seen in Evant's face. Dazuma was prazlied in shock. Outside of training Evant had never so much as laid a finger on the prince and now he had him painfully pinned against the wall. Was this his order? Had he been tasked with killing him?
"You..."
The anger in his voice cracked it, the weight of the burden that had been placed on the Urso's shoulder. They were the Kingsgaurd sworn protectors of the Realm, Inherotrs of the will of Rai. For him to be accursed of betraying the true crown. It...it...
"You would accuse me of treason?! I, who has wiped the blood from your lips, nursed your wound covered you every flaw? You would dare speak ill of my loyalty? To question over a millennium of Urso faith and commitment to the crown?!
Dazuma's teeth gritted, the power that Evant was holding him down with...it was like he was saturated with a neurotoxin. But that was not it, it was the sheer physical might. In that moment Dazuma realized, not only how powerful Evant truly was but also that he had been holding his true strength back this entire time. He never truly bested him in a single spar they had. Evant allowed him to win...
"Do you know while you've been off galavanting and running around the world in search of fairytales and adventure? The people of Denkou, YOUR PEOPLE, to whom you vowed to love and protect have been dying...suffering oppression under the false king title and you would believe that I who swore an oath of blood bone, and spirit to you would allow that snake to covert me> I will not stand here and allow you to besmirch the name, Urso...Nor the bloodline of the Ri'ore who came before you!"
Evant eyes swelled with sadness and righteous rage as the tears came streaming down his face like rivers.
He's...crying?
Of course, he is...that is the kind of man he was. To weep for his loved ones. The place he called home, the land he swore and vowed to protect. And yet, he was here. If his true aim was to harm Dazuma in any way he could have done so. If he was truly under the whispers of the Derelict King Dazuma would already be on his way back to the Kingdom. Evant...evant was right. While Dazuma was out traveling the world his people were crumbling beneath the oppressive hilt of his elder brother. He had seen many things and even uncovered secrets of his people's past. He did not, however, give much thought to what his people must have been going through. What Evant must have suffered through.
"Evant..I"
His grip intensified his fist was shaking but he would release Dazuma who would fall bottom first on the cold hard stone ground. Evant wiped his face and took a deep breath trying to regain his composure. He turned away from Dazuma who was sitting there with tears of his own.
" If you so order it I will leave this place with you in it and I will return back to the Kingdom, where I belong, and continue to help and serve the land I have sworn to. But know this and from this day I pray you never question it again. Before I am sworn to the Denkou, The Urso, or Ri'ore...I have vowed and sworn an oath to You...none else but you. Dazuma Ains Ri'ore Denkou. The 3rd Emerald King."
Re: A Buried Future
The emotion he was holding right now, Dazum scarcely knew how to hold it...so he did not. In the past few months, his life had gone from a tightly created schedule where he could only leave his room 6 hours out of the day to galavanting across the face of the mother in search of answers. To both the past and the future. He had been so stuck on his journey that he tried to stuff down his feelings of homesickness to keep him from turning himself in. He had to close his heart to his home, even coming to resent them for the pieces of the past he had discovered." If you so order it I will leave this place with you in it and I will return back to the Kingdom, where I belong, and continue to help and serve the land I have sworn to. But know this and from this day I pray you never question it again. Before I am sworn to the Denkou, The Urso, or Ri'ore...I have vowed and sworn an oath to You...none else but you. Dazuma Ains Ri'ore Denkou. The 3rd Emerald King."
"E-Evant...I"
Evant...he was not of the Denkou-Shi. He was part of a new age of Denkou who have only ever sought to be pillars of fairness and protection for those who cannot protect themselves. The Urso of this current era was not the "Black Haze" they were once known as walking towers of chaos and mayhem sowing nothing but discord and destruction. The Grizzly mages of the House of Urso are the sworn protectors of the Ri'ore the barbed shield to the royal blade. Honor, dignity, and resilience were the markers of each of their kin.
These were the values of those born from the house that the man who has sworn undying loyalty to him would one day lead. The man he...
"You had no idea...yea I know"
Evant said gathering himself before turning back to face the prince. His hair was ragged, and so were his clothes. He had been furiously keeping tabs on Dazuma up until his exclusion with some wanderer he met at a tavern. He lost them before they reached the desert and has been searching for him vehemently since. He rarely slept, just enough to keep the energy to continue his mission. Finding Dazuma before everyone else who was searching for him did. He never expected to find him using such a powerful spell from his birthright.
Dazuma's face... was full of tears. He was so frustrated with himself. How could he push away the people he was fighting so hard to save? He was embarrassed, to say the least.
"My prince, my sole purpose for the last several months has been finding you. Things have gotten...complica-"
Before he could even finish Dazuma thrust himself into Evan't arm hugging him with as much force as he could muster. The tears cascaded down his face.
EEvant! You've, you've been...all this time...I... I thought. I thought you would hate me and yet."
He could barely get his words. This entire time he felt so alone, scared at every moving shadow never truly being able to get a moment's rest in fear that his brother would find him. Fearing that he was facing this world alone with no one at his back. This entire time, his closest friend was at his back. He never truly was alone.
Evant was shocked, they'd never embraced each other in this way. It was not uncustomary for the Urso to greet their loved ones with hugs. For him though, to embrace Dazuma like this...to feel the warmth of his cheeks, the wetness of his tears.
The weight of everything he had been holding in. Evant could not help but tear up and hug him back. How lonely he must've felt, he wanted to ask what Dazuma had learned on his journey, what truths he had discovered. Right now though, he felt that this moment should not be sullied with words. At this moment he knew that Dazuma needed to know just how loved he still was...