Shinon's dark irises slowly pull over to the his right where the female archer will be. Elena was finally within his sight, she gazed down upon his face just as he did to her. The female archer planted her right hand against the center of her chest. "My name is Elena Ortrun," the archer introduced herself. "You're at the headquarters of the resistance in Governanti. You needn't worry though, you're safe here."
Shinon let out a slight smile. "Safe, huh?" he spoke, a laughter is heard within the heart of his voice. Shinon's body then began to lift up, trying to sit up. "Well, great. Thanks a lot."
Though with all of his effort, the lift was a complete struggle. His body was utterly drained of all of it's energy. His face became a grimace as he tried to sit up. Elena's body told the tale of rejection, she disagreed entirely with his desire to sit up. She placed her left hand on his right shoulder. "You just woke up," she stated. "You can't just sit up and expect to be able to walk out the door. You need to rest."
All the progress that the archer made was lost, his body fell back down onto the cotton surface of the bed. His body bounced slightly just afterwards once it crashed back down onto the bed. His grimace relaxed, turning back into a restful look. His black irises gazed heavily upon the face of the young archer. "Where is Maria?" he questioned, his voice twirled like a twisted knot with concern.
"Relax yourself, she is safe," Elena assured him. "Since you two aren't officially members of the resistance, we cannot allow you to enter any further than the entrance room without necessary reason for it."
"Why?" Shinon once again questioned. "What, are you hiding something?"
Elena shook her head. "Not at all," she denied. "It's just kind of a rule here." Just at the final cut of these words, the female archer began walking back over to the cabinets behind her. Her footsteps clicked like a computer mouse against the tile floor. She began looking through the giant cabinet space for a small bottle.
Shinon's head flipped over to the left and his eyes gazed upon a bow that was leaning against the wall just beside the door as well as a sword and quiver. He seemed fairly interested in the bow as his black irises stared upon it's details. "You're an archer?" Shinon asked with a curiosity in his voice, he then closed his eyes and turned his head back to the front.
Elena kept her focus upon her search for the object she came for. Her eyes looked into the space like a searchlight looking for an escaped convict. "I am,' she answered him. "Why exactly does it matter?"
Shinon's left eye popped open, his black as death's cloak irises gazed upon Elena's back and scrolled up to her hoodless head. He gazed upon her black hair kept in a braided ponytail. "You look too innocent," the archer responded. "I can see it in your eyes. You don't want to kill, you don't want to fight. So why are you fighting?"
Elena's search froze solid. Her gaze took a very serious turn down the road of this topic. A minute passed by under a shroud of silence. Elena's eyes turned into the shape of a bowl and her mind became clouded by a storm of grief. "Balor," she answered, a quiver shook her voice. "My brother's...parents were killed because they spoke freely to the people, they expressed their dislikes of the Imperial Kingdom and of Balor. I simply cannot in my good conscience allow his tyranny to continue."
Shinon shook his head. "Nah, you've got it wrong," the archer declared. This took the attention of the young female archer. "They were killed because they could be, because they were human."
Elena shook her head. "I know," she mumbled. "I cannot stand the thought of such suffering. My brother is a strong boy for being able to endure such pain."
"What about you," he asked, curious. "Where's your family?"
"I never knew them," Elena answered. "What of you, Shinon? Where is your family?"
Shinon shrugged his shoulders. "Never really got to know most of my family, really," Shinon responded. "My father was a drunkard and pretty much all of my family were sent to war by the order of Balor. And my mother..."
Shinon's face became a look of lament, a bitter sorrow held onto him tightly. Silence once against conquered the air like a ruthless king. A half of a minute goes by with Shinon unable to finish his sentence. Elena closed her eyes. "She was killed, wasn't she?" Elena replied, trying to tell it for Shinon since he had lost his voice. "That's why you and your sister stand against Balor."
The archer closed his left eye. A light smirk sprouted onto his visage. "You're good," the skillful archer complimented.
Elena stood there in a pause, a question whirling in her head like stirring a jug of tea. She took in the precious intake of air, gripping it deep into the bellows. Her nostrils were a shepherd, they guided the invisible supply of life. "Do you hate him, Shinon?" the female archer questioned with a sort of hesitation in her voice.
His eyes peeled opened, the raging volcano of resentment erupted from deep within. "With all of my heart," he stated without a second's rest. "Honestly, I'd love to shoot an arrow through that man's head."
Elena closed her eyes, her face almost seemed saddened by his reply. Her hands laid loosely planted on the surface of the cabinet, touching it's face. They then quickly clenched into tightly clenched fists. "Well," she responded, taking a bottle that was in the far back of a crowd of many different types of medicine. She fished it from the sea and recoiled to her in her left hand. She then closed the cabinet doors and spun around, her front now faced the foot of Shinon's bed. "That's enough grim talk for one day. Get some rest, all right? I'll be back later to check on you."
The female archer then began to walk towards the door leading out of the medical room. He closed his eyes just as he heard Elena speak to him. "Oh, sure..." Shinon responded, laying his right arm over his eyes. "You know, I'd like some company. But you know, whatever. You've got your rules and I can completely respect that. Honestly, it's totally fair and everything."
Elena took back her bow and quiver, strapping them both around her torso. She then strapped her sword onto her waist. She turned to the archer, her eyebrows raised and a amused smirk on her face. "Haha, all right," she laughed as she responded to him. "I'll see if we can bend the rules just this once for you, Your Highness."
Elena quickly pulled the door that leads out of the room open, revealing a hallway that had a purple banner of a dragon staring back at her. Her body pulled it's self from the room, leaving only her scent behind. Shinon laid quietly down on his bed, he seemed almost like he was trying to absorb information.
Time seemed to speed by almost without a hitch, the moon and the sun danced across the sky faster than anyone could blink. Before anyone knew it, three days had come and go at the speed of a bullet. It was cool and calm Autumn afternoon, the breeze was a gentle breath from the sun. It was around sixty degrees Fahrenheit.
Leaves of many shades of yellow, orange and red waltzed with the kind wind. The two spoke with each other in whispers, they reached up and touched the sky. Back within the castle of Lumbridge and inside the entrance room, a day to remember was upon the resistance. All around the room gathered the men and women of the Lumbridge Resistance, they all stood in their armour.
They stood as still as a statue with their right hand clenched into a fist and pressing against their sternum. In the center of the room, Raphael stood in front of Shinon and Maria Isaiah. Elena, Uriel and Telvern stood in the front of the soldiers to Raphael's left, they stared at their leader with patience. The two siblings were on their knees before the leader of the resistance with their heads bowed, he gazed down upon the tops of their heads.
"For almost an entire century, the tyranny of the gods has been unmerciful and unjustly. The ones that we loved have been stripped from us and sent to fight the battles that the gods started while they sit upon their chairs and have us commit ourselves to their every command," Raphael spoke, speaking to each individual in the building. "All of our suffering has been brought by the Barn family...but more specifically by the so called 'True King', King Balor Pallas Barn. He has forced us to lose our brothers, our sisters, our parents, our friends and all that we hold dear."
Elena smiled lightly. "He's come a long way," she thought to herself. "He definitely doesn't sound like a servant, he sounds like a leader. Just like you, Master Malik."
Raphael extended his right hand out in front of him, pointing down below so that those bowing to him may grab it. "This is why we fight," the young leader stated. "It's time now to stop them and finally return this land back to the world where humans, gods and all livings things are made equal again. We can make them realize that power isn't everything, that THEY are just as human as we are. With the winds that carry our swords and with the will that carries us up, we will show them that the truth will be laid out in front of them. Even if we must paint it for them in blood. We are the Lumbridge Resistance, the humans who will stop at nothing to finally get back what was wrongfully taken from us: a life of peace and equality! It is time to realize that we have been bowing for far too long!"
Many of the knights that stood all around the room flailed their arms up into the air, an uproar of pride and cheer beats like a lively heart all across the room. Maria and Shinon pulled their heads back up, their eyes now both gazing upon the opened hand of Raphael. They both launched their left hands forward, their leader's hands beckoned for them.
They both gripped his hand at the same time, ready and confident in their choice to become members of the resistance. Raphael pulled the two up to their feet, reeling them from the red sea underneath. They stood toe-to-toe with the leader of the resistance, they both made eye contact with his purple irises.
Raphael shuffled his vision between the two, a smirk of assurance made a public appearance. "Shinon and Maria Isaiah," named Raphael. "On the behalf of all of the resistance, I welcome you to our cause. Together, we will put an end to the injustices of the Imperial Kingdom."
Maria shook her head. "Thank you, Master Raphael," the young woman thanked. "I swear upon my life that I will do whatever I can to aid this cause."
"Oh, yeah, sure..." said Shinon, brushing off the importance of the words just spoken to him. "Just as long as I get what I want, I'm positive this'll be the perfect friendship."
"Then it's settled," responded Raphael. "You two are now official members of the resistance."
With the dust that was carried by the winds of change finally coming to rest, a gale of discovery pounded the resistance within the walls of Governanti. Daylight passes into the heart of the darkness. There, it loses it's self and becomes a shadow. It's long, black cloak is pulled over the eyes of the world, leaving the whole land blind.
Inside the city of the gods, a lone man walked the streets that line the west side of the city. He strolled down in the center of the road, a message gripped tightly in his right hand. He wore a long, violet red Spanish doublet with a cape that was same exactly color. His cape wasn't long, it reached to about his mid-back. Underneath his doublet, he wore a white long sleeved poet shirt.
He wore dark red Spanish breeches that came down to about his knees and long leather boots that started at the end of his breeches. The man had brown long hair that was gelled back. He also had a beard and a mustache. His eyes were light blue and glowing faintly, implying that he was a god. He walked alone upon this silent night, only the lights from the torches touched his face.
He seemed nervous, almost paranoid. His eyes shuffled all around him, he looked constantly over his shoulder and gazed frightfully down the road behind him. His eyes look down the road just one more time, reflecting off of his irises was nothing but a stretch of road that he had seen before. But unfortunately for him, the stretch of road in front of him was nothing like what he had seen.
Suddenly, he realizes as soon as he heard a faint tap that clapped like a drumroll on the ground in front of him that he was no longer alone. The soft and almost undetectable sound came closer and closer to him. His head quickly spun around, recoiling back to it's front position. He then realized that his body had begun to fall.
His back crashed heavily on the stone floor, making his head bounce like a basketball in fast forward. His face was forced to wear the mask resembling an intense grimace, his eyes were closed tightly as he tried to realize exactly what was going on. His light blue irises then opened, he gazed up upon the face of whoever was attacking him.
He saw a black robed woman sitting on top of him, her visage faced him. She was Anabel, the young ex-Desert Assassin. She wore a black hood over her head, the lower half of her face was the only thing he could see. Then at the corner of his eyes, he saw a twinkle of light shine just in front of his throat. His terrorized eyes are slowly drawn downward in that direction. He then saw a dagger that rested right by his throat.
He knew with one quick slash, he would surely meet his death. His eyes then flew like a plane back up to the woman's face. The messenger swallowed saliva hard down his esophagus, his hands trembled with fright. "Wh-what do you want!?" he loudly mumbled. "D-don't slay the messenger, madam! Have whatever you want from me...my pouch, my clothes, anything! J-just pl-ple-please don't kill me...!"
"Who sent you?" she whispered to him calmly.
"L-Lord Maurine Lino of Ormemel, madam," he answered, giving her the information she came for. "I-I am just a petty messenger, madam! I know nothing else, I swear...!"
"Thank you, sir," she thanked him, a calm glee buzzed like a bee in her face.
"N-now," he mumbled frantically. "Y-you will let me go, y-yes? S-surely you've g-gotten what you came for."
Anabel closed her eyes. A grief suffocated her like a noose, she knew what she could not do. "Forgive me, sir," she spoke softly to him. "But the possibility of you alerting Balor of us is far too great. I am afraid to say that your sacrifice is necessary. But do not fear, for it is all for the greater good in the end."
"W-wait-...!" he quickly yelped, fearing for his life. She swiftly slashed her dagger across his throat, from ear to ear. Her blade sliced right across his jugular veins, allowing a river of blood to stream from his body. The crimson poured down onto the stone floor, painting it a new color. She stared down at the man's lifeless face with remorse.
She watched as the faint glow of his irises steadily faded into nothing. It was almost like she was watching his spirit dissipate from his body. Her eyes then flipped onto the folded paper laying loosely in his right hand. The paper looked like an envelope but it wasn't. It was a paper folded in half with a forest green seal with the head of a wolf howling for it's brothers and sisters.
Her left hand reached out for the paper, gripping on it tightly with just her fingers. She sheathed her bloody dagger in a small leather case strapped on her right thigh and her body then began to rise up. She stood up on her feet, her eyes gazing upon the letter in her hand as she rose back up. This message in her hand could mean anything and she knew that.
She had to get to Fionnlagh as quickly as she could so that the contents of the message could be laid out in front of the Governanti Resistance. She quickly rushed off, leaving behind the soulless body of the messenger. She made haste to her superior to get this message to him. She made her way to the east of the city, running as fast as she could to him.
Inside the building of the Governanti Resistance, the young leader of this branch of the resistance stood in his room. He was wearing a black dress shirt which he wore with black dress pants and shoes. Beside the door out of the room, which was at the southern portion of the room, was a coat hanger. There, his dark brown leather trench coat hung still. On the top of the coat hanger was his fedora.
The walls of the room were a pale orange and made of wood. The floor beneath him was a hardwood and there was a purple rug made of silk in the center of the room. In the center of that rug was the front view of the face of a dragon inked in black. Against the northwest corner of the room stood his bed which had a cotton pillow and a warm blanket made of a fine cloth.
On the eastern wall hung Fionnlagh's mighty white armour, each separate piece of armour hung on the walls as if a person was wearing the armour and leaning against the wall. He was sitting on a maple wood chair at the western side of the room, he was behind a desk. He was writing with his quill in black ink on a golden-brown sheet of paper.
It seemed to be for Elena Ortrun of the Lumbridge Resistance. The subject of the paper discussed many things in regards to the recent activity of the Imperial Kingdom and of the oppression they have shown upon the humans. His light blue irises scrolled across each word carefully, assuring that every word was exactly as it should be.
As he looked it over, his ears capture taps against his wooden door into his room. Without turning his focus onto the door, Fionnlagh continued to read through his message. "Come in," stated the warrior to the person behind his door.
