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"...Did I just hear my name?" questioned a voice from just behind Daevarro. The young man quickly spun around, jumping out of his skin. Sweat rushed down his forehead as his heart skipped a beat. Telvern stood there, his eyes still scrolling down upon his book. But then he noticed Daevarro gazing upon him, he looked up at the young man. His eyes closed, his mouth becoming a smile. He waved his left hand to Daevarro. "Greetings."

"G-g-greetings t-t-to you too..." Daevarro nervously replied, trying his best to speak despite his shaking voice.

Elena sighed, completely unfazed by his popping-in. "Why am I not surprised?" the archer wondered.

Telvern opened his eyes back up, his steel-sharp eyes gazing at Elena. He saw into her glowing pale blue eyes that shimmered so beautifully. "Well, that's because you were able to hear me coming." believed the genius. "Now, don't you wish that you had used that hearing to -- oh, I don't know -- hear those soldiers coming, say, a couple of weeks ago?"

"...That's—!" Elena quickly spoke, before halting herself. She'd prefer to avoid the topic, especially when it has no place in anything. "—Why are you even out here, anyway?"

The ground then shook for a moment, and once again a few seconds later. "Ooo, quick topic change!" he quickly pointed out, then turning behind him. There, a Steel Titan assisted in any way as it pulled up heavy items that normal humans could not without intense effort. "Ah, I was just helping out the townsfolk. I mean, if not me, then who else?"

"Well, at least you're doing something for our benefit and not for your own."

Telvern shrugged his shoulders. "I've no clue what you mean," the genius replied, then looking upon Daevarro. "Anyway! This fun, little trade of words and generosities is not why I'm here, yes? You wish to know more about the Desert Assassins, am I right, err... Daevarro, was it?"
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"Your ears are a little too sharp for your own good, Telvern," Elena callously responded to his sudden knowing of everything.

Telvern turned to his book, reading the pages of the secrets of this world, this Gielinor. "At least I keep them open, dear 'Elena.'"

Elena turned to Daevarro, who looked back at her. "...I'll leave you two be," she said, turning to the castle gates. "I'll see you later, Daevarro."

Daevarro shook his head, watching her walk away from him. "All right," he replied. "A-and thanks again!"

She fled to the gates, somewhat frustrated by Telvern's words. In the back of her head, she realized that everything he said was completely true. Telvern then flipped a page of his book, revealing more mysterious, arcane writing before him. "She's such a nice girl, isn't she?" said Telvern, asking a random question. "Who would've thought that she'd be a princess to such a hated empire?"

The genius then sighed. "But alas, not the topic you wish to speak about, yes?" he continued to speak. "What do you want to know about the Desert Assassins? I know every nook and cranny of that place... Err, well, historically speaking, of course."

"Who is this Lamia?" he bolted with his first question, immediately taking Telvern's eyes. "I feel... I feel like I've heard the name before."

"Well, you should have," Telvern responded, turning his eyes back to his book. "Lamia, or rather Lamiaquil'a, was the queen of a race of beings known as the Neheztelians. She was a goddess, worshiped by the Neheztelians who believed her to be their creator. But one day, the Neheztelians were all slaughtered by the gods and Lamia was left all alone. Henceforth, she drove herself to avenge them by killing all of the gods. So, she came here -- to Gielinor -- where the gods found a new home in. However, she was killed by King Dias, the so-called 'Hero King.' Well, at least that's how the legend went... Wait, didn't they teach you all of that?"
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Daevarro seemed puzzled, tilting his head to the left in confusion. ""They"?" he quoted, attempting to understand what Telvern was talking about.

"You know... your parents? Your family? The other cult members, maybe?"

Daevarro just got more and more lost, unable to comprehend Telvern's comments. His mind was a blank, not even a clue surfaced. "...Other... cult members?" he mumbled, utterly bewildered in this large forest of confusion. "I don't understand... What do you mean, "cult"?"

"Your robes, those weapons, that-that pendant!" the genius began to list, looking back at Daevarro. "...You mean to tell me that you have absolutely no idea?"

Daevarro shook his head, completely oblivious to what it was that Telvern was talking about. Telvern sighed, a little surprised by this young man's lack of information. "Oh, boy..." said Telvern. "Who kept you in the dark?"

Daevarro's head lowered, still quite confused about what it was that Telvern was telling him. His hand reached up and took hold of the pendant around his neck, clenching it tightly. Telvern then sighed, feeling bad to leave him like he was. He could only imagine how lost this boy must feel.

He then began getting up close to the young Daevarro. "Some advice," the genius whispered quietly to the boy. "Drop that pendant and pretend you never saw it. Get rid of those weapons, those robes, and put it in your head that you grew up in some village somewhere. Pretend you never met your family, forget they even existed. Trust me, your life will be a lot better that way."

Telvern then began walking away from Daevarro, who was shocked by the words given to him by the genius. The dark-robed young man then turned to Telvern, he stared upon his back. "But why—?" he quickly questioned.
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Telvern then paused in place, turning his torso around just enough so that his face could look towards Daevarro. The genius' frigid gaze peered into the young man's face. ""Move forward, stop looking back,"" Telvern quoted as he let off a smirk, catching Daevarro completely off-guard. "Right?"

He just quoted the last thing Anabel told the young man, something he hadn't told anyone. Daevarro stared at the genius in stunned silence, unable to come up with even a simple question. Too frozen to make a move, too shocked to even speak. Telvern watched Daevarro, his lips quivering to make a word but unable. "Goodbye, Daevarro," the genius bid farewell, turning away from the young man as he walked away.

He stepped closer and closer to his titan, making sure that it was doing its job properly. Still, young Daevarro had but a single question to ask, but he was unable to speak. The people who rebuilt their lives appeared all around the boy, going about their days of recovery. He stood there, gazing up at the sky. He wondered, asking himself about what exactly should he do.

Back within the stone holds of the castle of Lumbridge, Elena and Raphael spoke to each other in the commander's room: a room where Raphael had grown rather accustomed to. His purple eyes gazed up at the archer, he seemed to be in a state of disbelief. "Is that..." the silver-haired young man mumbled. "...really all true?"

"Balor told me himself," Elena returned. "It would explain everything, especially why he teleported Uriel to Governanti."

"Can you confirm everything to be true?" questioned Raphael. "We can't necessarily buy everything that Balor tries to sell us. He is, after all, our greatest enemy."

"I can hear him talking in the night," the archer reported to her leader. "I can't quite decode what it is that is being said, but I don't like the thought of it."
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"I see," said Raphael.

"I intend to confront him once I've fully recovered," she stated. "Because of my Solasúian ties, I should be able to recover from both of my injuries within the week. Just as long as I have your permission, sir."

"You intend on facing him all alone?" questioned the young leader, concerned. "You do understand how risky that may be, don't you? We don't know exactly what he's capable of..."

"Exactly," Elena replied. "This way, no one gets hurt."

"And what if you do?"

Elena shook her head. "It doesn't matter,"

"It does!" shouted Raphael, quickly jolting out of his seat. His purple eyes seething with anger, frustrated with Elena's lack of care to herself.

"Have you forgotten, Raphael?" she wondered, taking Raphael back. She spanned her right arm out from her side. "Right now, I should be dead. If I turned my powers off now, I would essentially kill myself. I'm a literal undead, a zombie almost. In reality, there's only one true way to kill me, otherwise it's impossible. So, why would you worry about someone like that?"

"You think just because of all that that I should stop worrying about you?!" furiously asked Raphael. "You're still a living, breathing thing, Elena! You experience pain and emotions just like the rest of us! And no power, or anything , will change that!"

Raphael then stepped away from his desk and just in front of the archer. "Listen to me," he continued on with his word rampage as he then began shaking his head in denial. His hands then grabbed onto her shoulders as his eyes beamed into her face. "I worry about everyone because their lives are my responsibility. I worry about people because I care deeply about them. You're not disposable, you're not someone I should stop worrying about! You're..." Raphael went all quiet at the start of his newest sentence, his eyes falling down as he exhaled a sorrowful breath.
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Elena's right hand reached to her left shoulder, grasping upon Raphael's hand. Raphael's strayed eyes then retrace their steps, being pulled back to the archer's face. He then saw a comforted, happy lady. She stood there, her eyes closed and a light smile etched upon her face. "I understand," she replied to all that Raphael told to her. Her eyes then closed up, their glowing gaze took flight for the silver-haired young man. "Thank you, Raphael..."

A tender moment was shared between the two of highest rank in the Resistance. They spoke with feelings that went unspoken yet were so vividly clear to one another. In the end, the daylight died and the blackness arose. A thick veil of gelid temperatures cloaked the land, the River Lum had even begun to feel its effects.

Everyone outside of their homes huddled inside the sanctuary of the castle for the night. They were draped with heavy blankets of fur from a variety of different animals. Their heads nestled in the comfortable laps of cotton, their dreams most likely not as pleasant. All that remained stood in the entrance room of the castle, sleeping in whatever location suited them best.

Outside, it was a winter wonderland. It had begun to snow, those flakes falling from the sky. Perhaps, in a sense, humans are a lot like snowflakes. They started off in their lives experiencing the innocence of floating so effortlessly, so freely, so ignorantly. Until the day they began to see the ground and the way they traveled, the ignorance no longer theirs to have.

The ground was their final destination upon this long odyssey, one that carried its own form of tragedies and triumphs. Be it they be separated from those they started out with, to finally reuniting with them. Perhaps they were like them below, as each snowflake was a unique individual. Each flake was of its own kind, completely different from the next. Yet at the same time, they were all too familiar.
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Daevarro pondered all that he was told upon this day. The strange and unexplained revelations that crashed over his mind. And still, the pain he had to endure. He sat there a top the castle, his hazel eyes gazing up towards the sky. The night was especially bright tonight, thanks to the snow. He felt the snowflakes pummel his face gently, an amazed and awed smile upon his face.

This night was so peaceful, despite the harsh reality of it all. There wasn't so much as a peep to break the silence, it was as quiet as it could possibly be. His legs dangled down like branches upon trees. Still, those thoughts and experiences dug at the back of his head. His hands then reached for the pendant he was given, this black, smooth shard of metal tied around his neck.

He looked down upon it. Telvern's words still lingered, still very fresh in the dark-robed young man's head. In this brightened darkness, his usually hard-to-see glowing eyes appeared far more clearly. His breath appeared just as intensely, its warmth quickly fading just like the world as he's known it. "Aren't you cold?" a familiar voice from behind him asked with worry, the voice echoing throughout the night.

Daevarro then turned to face the voice, seeing the archer walking over to him. She was blanketed by a soft, fluffy cape. She sat down two feet from Daevarro, her legs too dangled down from the castle's edge. Her eyes upon this night were so very incandescent, like an angel's radiant halo inside the darkest plane in the mortal world.

Daevarro turned to Elena, shaking his head. "I'm used to it," he responded.

"I guess I'm just not a big fan of the cold," Elena thought, chuckling a little as she went along. "I remember whenever it would snow, my brother and I would go outside and play in it. I'd always be so bundled up and Balor wouldn't have so much as a jacket on. Ha, and father would always yell at him for it..."
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He then gazed back up towards the sky. "This is my first time experiencing snow," the young man stated. "It's really quite beautiful."

She then fixed her gaze upon the sky as well. "Yes, it is..." she agreed with Daevarro, speaking so softly.

Daevarro turned to the archer. "Why are you out here, anyway?" he asked, curious.

"To think, I suppose," Elena answered truthfully. "I kind of just needed to clear my head, honestly. And well, coming outside and reminiscing is usually a good way to do it."

"Aren't you tired, though?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm usually always up around this time," she responded, then turning to the young man. "Aren't you? You did do a lot of travelling, after all."

"I am a little..."

"So, why don't you go get some sleep?" she suggested. "You've got a big day tomorrow."

"All right," he spoke, concurring with what the archer was telling him. He then stood up onto his feet, gazing down at Elena. "Uh... Goodnight, (co) ma'am."

She looked up at him, letting out a soft smile. "Goodnight, Daevarro." she replied back. The dark-robed young man began walking towards that ladder in which he climbed to bring him up to the peak of the castle. But just a few steps from its wooden steps, he paused for a moment. He then turned towards the archer, gazing at her back. "H-hey," he said. "can I ask you a question?"

Hearing the young man's voice once more, Elena turned to him. She shook her head, giving the young man his answer. "Of course," she confirmed, permitting the question that Daevarro needed answered.

"W-were you..." he mumbled, a little afraid to utter out all that he wanted to. He finally sucked down his fears and doubt, charging forth like an eagle down upon its prey. "...Were you and Balor close?"
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Somewhat of a random question, Elena believed. But regardless, she didn't want her hesitation to guilt Daevarro, making him believe that he might've brought a sense of discomfort to her. "Yes, we were," she frankly answered.

"I see," Daevarro acknowledged, taking in his answer. His eyes fell down as he turned his head away. "It must be very difficult to fight against someone that you love."

"Yes, it is..." she confessed. "But we all must make sacrifices. Joining the Resistance was something I chose to do, regardless of what I must fight against. ...Even if it's against the people who I know and love so dearly."

"You're very strong, (co) ma'am," believed Daevarro.

"You sound like Raphael when he first joined the Resistance," she said with a bit of a giggle, jokingly. This prompted Daevarro to turn around and give the archer a questionable expression. Her face shined with a bright smile. "Raphael would always address people with such formalities. Just call me Lucia, please."

The young man shook his head, taking in her words. "Thank you for your honesty," the young man gratefully thanked. "I'll see you tomorrow, Lucia." Daevarro headed off down below, climbing down the wooden ladder. His presence evaporated, leaving the princess all by her lonesome. Her pale blue eyes stared forward, gazing upon the sky.

Her mind aflutter with memories, a mixture of happiness and sorrow draining her. The night would tell the tale of a woman gazing up for a sign, and a young man with one too many things in mind. But alas, the end of it must come to be. The night then suddenly passed away, and from its corpse; its brightening soul.

A dazzling, frigid light put the spotlight on the world. And its main attraction was the joining of the young, dark-robed man to the people with resisted something that seemed to be fated. Before the gathering of every single member of the Lumbridge Resistance, the young Daevarro, patient and silent, upon one knee.
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He was anxious, of course. He was nervous to be before all of these people, their eyes gazing upon him. But still, he managed to bottle that all inside of him. His head lowered, gazing to the floor. His eyes closed, awaiting the turning of words. The soldiers that gathered were all equipped in their steel armour and weaponry.

They, as well as Elena and Telvern, stood straight and still with their right hand clenched into a fist and pressed up against their sternum, awaiting as was Daevarro. In front of young Daevarro, the leader of the Resistance: Raphael Béla. The silver-haired young man glanced upon Daevarro's head, his black-as-coal hair.

"For far too long, we have been oppressed, defeated, and abused by those who call themselves 'gods'." Raphael spoke, but not just to Daevarro, but to all those within the crowd. "They think themselves better than us, watching from their balconies and thrones while we, our brothers, sisters, loved ones, friends, and all we know spill blood for them. Their very foundation -- our very society -- was built upon our breaking backs, but that's of no concern to them. After all, they think it fair and just. But is it so? The reality is this: there is no fairness, no justice in this cruel, unforgiving world of theirs. Which means, so long as they remain in power, there is no hope for us."
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