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His footsteps echoed all throughout the city, in every house, in every street, singing around every corner. He was a solo performer, a single heartbeat in this lifeless city. His boots splashed with red, constantly walking across the sea of blood. Daevarro shuffled his head all over the place as he rushed towards the castle, his hazel eyes gazing at every nook and cranny he could see, but there was nothing. Strangely, not even bodies filled these streets, merely traces that they were there.

All he saw was fire, a corrupted waltz spreading out of control. Daevarro then found himself at the place where it began, vaguely recalling the beginnings, back on that bright and sunny day. He remembered the hope, the belief of the phoenix rising, the humans who showed their resolve to restore, rebuild, and make better.

But now his eyes see nothing but loss, ruin, disintegration. The flame danced in his eyes, pumping its arms out from the gatehouse. Its breath appeared black and visible, rising into the air. The young man rushed through the gates, finding himself in the courtyard. That's when he saw the banner of the Resistance in the middle of the path, clearly snapped in half.

Its cloth torn, the message was clear. Daevarro was overcome by the sense of outright defeat. He looked around, seeing that there was nothing left. This place was a mere hull, an empty shell with no life inside. Words left in his care echoing in his head, telling him to move forward, the hopeless young man charged onward.

He rushed the stairway paved in scarlet, walking into the entrance room with a carpet of carcasses. Daevarro's hazel eyes scanned the field, frantically searching every corpse until he found him. Daevarro ran over to Raphael, who was still sitting up against the wall. "No, no, no, no!" the dark-robed young man began denying, in hope that he might be wrong.
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But he wasn't a fool, seeing the ghastly amount of blood that made Raphael's once teal blue tunic into a shirt of red. His dark-robed body knelt down beside Raphael, his eyes examining him. Raphael was no longer breathing, his head hung down, his arms and legs not making any movement. Daevarro saw the terrible slash across his throat, cutting through an artery, perhaps?

"R-Raphael...?" Daevarro anxiously called as his pale skinned hand reached over to Raphael's shoulder, still stricken with that weakness.

"Give it a rest," suddenly ruptured a voice, which made Daevarro jump out of his skin. The young man's head twisted in the direction of which he heard that voice, and that was to his right. Daevarro saw him, the wounded red-haired archer and his pain-filled expression, sitting up against the adjacent wall. "...He ain't alive anymore. Kid probably bled out about a couple of minutes ago..."

Daevarro's face then tensed. "...You were with them, weren't you?" the young man asked, angry. "Are you satisfied with what... with what you've done!?"

"Hell no," Shinon cracked back, turning his eyes away. "...Helping those scumbags out? It's worse than death, let me tell you. And I don't expect you to understand why I—"

Shinon then began to violently cough, his left hand quickly covered his mouth as his eyes tightly closed. After a few seconds of the vile assault upon him, he opened his eyes and lifted his hand off of his face. Blood drooled from his mouth, and covered his hand. His black irises then turned to Daevarro as he clenched his wound. "...Look, kid," the archer said to the young man, the archer's breathing now heavy and slow. "Ain't no one left around here... You oughta just get out of here, forget all about this place."
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Daevarro turned his head away from Shinon, angered but realizing that perhaps there was some truth in the words he spoke. Maybe all hope was lost, that there was nothing left to give. Maybe the Resistance was finished, gone, existing now only in the memories of the intrepid young man. Daevarro was always the survivor, forever the last man standing.

It seemed to be a part that Daevarro played well, something that left him to suffer. He couldn't even begin to count how many times he was told to "forget" about his past, be it with his family the Cult of Lamia, to here today. But before the young man gave up on the Resistance, on these people he grew so close to in such a short time, there was but one more place he wanted to check. He slowly rose to his feet, his vision not swaying off of Raphael's soulless corpse.

With agony, the moment Daevarro stood now on his two feet, he had to turn away. He rushed away, pained that it has come to this once more. He headed down the western hallway, which was trimmed with fire. Every single banner of the Resistance was smoldering in fire, the wooden beams at the top and bottom of the walls that helped support the castle were ignited as well.

Daevarro retraced his steps, remembering just a short time ago that he was rushing down this same way. But the situation was far different, and far more grim. Blasting open that door, he came into the room with the stairs. He zoomed down the stairs faster than he think, coming to the broken down door into the prison room.

The dark-robed young man rushed into the room, shuffling his eyes to find Telvern's cell. It was obvious which one that was: the one with the kicked in door. His hazel eyes then gazed down, seeing Telvern laid out on the floor. Telvern had crawled out of his cell, coming near the table at the center of the room. But... Telvern didn't look to be breathing, leaving Daevarro to truly confirm... he was alone.
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But then, Telvern's body took one sudden, light breath. This gave Daevarro a sense of elation, given the scarcity of people left. His left hand sluggishly rising up, it reached for the table. The moment he heard Daevarro's footsteps come flooding in, his brown eyes turn to him. "...Daevarro," the weakly voice of the genius named. "Th-the table... My-my pouch... Give-give it... to me... please..."

Hearing Telvern's plead to save his life, Daevarro ran over to the front of the table. The only thing that seemed like a pouch stuck out like sore thumb of the weathered, dark wood table. Daevarro clenched his hand around it, its rough cloth rubbing against his skin. "Is this what you want?" Daevarro asked, putting it down next to him.

The genius then began frantically ripping it apart, looking for one particular pouch. The hunt for the pouch lasted far too long, yet it only played out within very brief time. Telvern grabbed that small pouch, the one with the unicorn's head on its face. Telvern then rolled over on his back, finding all of the strength in him to activate the content within the pouch.

Both of his forearms aiming upwards, he clenched his only way to survive in his right hand. "RADIANT STEEEEEED!!" he yelled with all of his might, tightly digging his fingers into the cloth. Its rough yet extremely fragile fabric ripped apart in this instance, causing it to let out a bright glint of light, its appearance luminous and sparkling.

A figure began to take form, appearing as though it were being born from a blueish-white fire. This fire rose from the floor and began making a shape, looking as though it were engulfed in flames. It began growing hooves, four legs, a torso, a tail, a neck, and finally a head shape. It was a bright, glowing, flaming silhouette... Before it suddenly appeared out from the flames.
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Its beautiful, gorgeous blonde hair flowing, its glowing, jarring yellow eyes stared forward. White as snow, its twisted, twirled horn glowing ever so slightly, the unicorn shimmering like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Its head raised, standing now upon its hind legs. Glorious, it spoke with a loud neigh, being summoned to this world. The first his eyes witnessed one of Telvern's summons, Daevarro was astounded.

It fell down upon its front legs, its eyes gazed gravely upon the state of its master. "Master!" the unicorn stallion gasped, quickly lowering its head and pointing its horn down towards Telvern. A gentle, lukewarm, faint light then surrounded Telvern, enveloping him entirely. The entire room was lit up, there was no place for the shadow to hide.

Within the second the light had begun, Telvern immediately started to feel his life flowing back into his body. He can feel air fill up his bellows, his vision be repaired, his body grow warm and mobile again. The devastating stab wound he had suffered at the hands of Balor began to get sutured by a invisible thread, the lips of his injury rush back towards each other.

A moment or two later, the light faded away, causing the darkness to claim the room once more. But not entirely, for the unicorn stallion was a radiant one, faintly glowing. Rising like a deadman from his grave, Telvern sat up from the floor. He smiled at the unicorn, who seemed to stare at its master with concern in its eyes.

His pale skinned hand then reached up and rubbed against the unicorn's muzzle, petting his savior. "Thank you, old friend," he thanked kindly.

"'Tis but my duty and desire," the unicorn then replied, but to Daevarro it merely kept neighing.
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Telvern then slowly rose to his feet, still feeling woozy from the blood loss. Telvern turned to Daevarro, who looked back at him. "Well, I can't say I'm not grateful to you as well," the genius went on, tying his pouch around his waist once more. "Thank you, Daevarro. I owe you one."

Daevarro shook his head. "It's... no problem," he replied, dealing with the weakness he had to suffer. "But what are we going to do?"

""We"?" Telvern quoted. "You've forgotten already, Daevarro, I am no ally to your cause. I've been secretly sealing the Resistance's demise, slashing at the tendons, igniting the fire. You've yet realized this, I see. All of this... was a part of my plan."

"So, dying was a part of your plan, too?"

Telvern closed his eyes. "I get what I deserve,"

"Telvern," the young man spoke with a trembling voice. "Raphael is... gone."

The genius' face fell down the moment Daevarro uttered those words, a horrible, sinking feeling in his stomach. Daevarro merely shook his head... An large wave of dread washed over the genius, its current pulling him in. "...The entire city is lost," Daevarro finally got out. "Was everyone getting killed a part of your plan, too?!"

The stallion turned its head to Telvern. "This bodes ill," it said, something Telvern knew in his heart was all too true.

Telvern clenched his hands tightly to the point where his dull nails could puncture his palms. "Dammit," the genius growled behind his teeth, rushing over to the door out of the prison room. The gallant steed galloped behind Telvern, following him wherever his path may lead him. Rushing up the stairs, Telvern turned the corner and headed into the hallway.
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He darted down the inferno hall, the carpet burning around its edges. He ran as fast as he could, still quite weakened by the loss of blood. The unicorn waited down below, not with a desire to climb up the stairs. Daevarro ran right by the unicorn, which would vanish without a trace. Daevarro turned the corner and found himself in the bright orange, smokey place.

His hazel eyes saw the radiant steed suddenly appear behind Telvern, galloping beside him while at the same time recreating itself. The process in which it was given life was repeated, flames of blueish-white given shape of a unicorn. The genius finally found himself in the entrance room, and he came to a pause the very second his eyes laid down upon the floor.

So many people... So many dead... The genius began to walk slowly into the thick of it, being up to the top of his ankles in the bodies, blood, bodily fluids, and organs of the fallen. Limbs appeared here and there, the decapitated heads of several laid, their eyes rolled up in the back of their heads with their jaws loose and agape.

There was barely a space in here that Telvern could step on that didn't have any parts of human on it, the smell alone enough to sicken a man. Telvern was distraught, his unicorn appeared appalled. "Mortalkind knows no bounds," it spoke exclusively to him.

That's when Telvern saw him, the body of the young leader whom he came to see for himself. Skipping over the bodies like a savage version of hopscotch, the genius rushed over to him. He slid down on his knees, investigating the body. Daevarro then came walking over, he watched Telvern checked for lifesigns in a frenzy.

There was a sense of urgency from him, more so that Daevarro could feel within himself. To the wall at Telvern's right, the red-haired archer watched Telvern's quest to find a source of vitality from the young leader. "You're not gonna... find a thing," Shinon swiftly dismissed the genius' efforts. "Raphael's dead..."
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Telvern's fingers became imprinted with Raphael's blood as he brushed his fingers up around his slashed throat, which clearly was the source of his major bleed-out. The genius then just stopped, knowing that there was nothing he could do. He slammed his right fist into the ground. "Dammit!" he cursed.

Daevarro sorrowfully pushed out a breath, unable to shake off his loyal, constant companion that was draped with a hooded robe and scythe, he who continuously reaps the very souls of those who perished here. The genius continued to thrust his fist into the floor, his ire at the situation and himself boiling and overflowing. "...This is what you really want?" he asked himself, both in pain and in wrath. "...What about Jeanne, what about what you promised her?! Huh!?"

There were only a few left, and that was simply not enough to start a war. Daevarro felt that sense of loss that enveloped Telvern, whose pounding of the ground rang out fiercely. There was no way forward, no way to move backward, and there was no one left. This was the end of everything, the Resistance was through.

...But just when the emotional toll started to overwhelm and besiege Telvern, he struck a rock with precious materials. Those materials forged a single object, an idea, a definite answer. But he frozen, his body quivered at the thought. He knew it would work, he knew it had to work... But, he didn't want to use it... No, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

All that information he complied, all the restless nights he spent tirelessly working through. He wanted to save it for this moment, when he stood overtop the Resistance, when through his efforts, the Resistance met its untimely end. Yet... here he is, sitting here, beating himself up over the corpses of his fallen enemies.
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Upon his investigation of Raphael's body, he had noticed an arrow lodged in his right leg. Well, at least the shaft of an arrow in his leg. The genius could only suspect that the young leader must have broken it in order to better move in combat, which would be reasonable to assume. His right hand reached for the shaft, his left hand holding Raphael's leg down,

He then closed his eyes and began to pull, attempting to rip out the shaft. The broken arrow came out cleanly, but not without a slight struggle. It was so strange to rip something out from someone, expecting a reaction, and yet get nothing. Tossing aside the bloody shaft, Telvern sighed as he reclaimed his hands.

He picked up his mentally battered body, he looked to be on board of a train willingly charging towards dead end. He looked empowered, yet defused, drained far beyond his capacity. His steely brown eyes gazed upon his unicorn stallion, who knew just by the look on his face the kind of iron maiden he was placing himself in. "Stallion," he called, then pointing his right index finger over at Shinon. "Heal him."

The radiant steed then turned its head, its yellow eyes then saw who it was that he wanted it to restore. "Master," the unicorn returned, its voice mere whimpers and neighs to Daevarro and Shinon. "is that human not an enemy of thine cause?"

"Just do it," Telvern ordered, pushing off its reasonable question.

"Thou knowest best," the unicorn acknowledged its order, turning its body towards the red-haired archer. It began the careful process of crossing the swamp of the deceased, moving steadily and surely. Once he could confirm the stallion's heeding his command, Telvern painfully turned his cheek, pulling away from Raphael.
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14-Aug-2014 16:14:17

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Without so much as a word, Telvern passed right by Daevarro. He didn't want to speak, speaking is a form of conveying emotion, and he did not want any right now. Brushing away Daevarro, the genius headed into the blazing hallway, just one more time. His feet stepped down with purpose, his eyes unwavering and looking straight forward.

The moment Telvern disappeared into the hallway, Shinon turned his eyes away. In this instance, the bright white steed stand over him. His body began to ascend upwards, attempting a futile effort to shamelessly get up upon his feet. "Thanks, but no th—" he said to the unicorn.

The stallion then sighed, putting his front right foot down. It put it against Shinon's chest, attempting to keep him down. The archer's spiteful black eyes then fixated upon the unicorn, its nocturnal gaze upon him. Its head began to shake side-to-side, denying him his desire to push aside the assistance he did not want to admit he required.

Even for a horse, a summon without a soul or feelings, the archer felt care, concern. It was strange, even though he knew it was probably only that way because of Telvern. Shinon just turned away and hung his head, in the back of his head he knew that he couldn't make it out alive on his own. "Oh, fine..." he scoffed, irritated by the whole situation.

Telvern bursted open a door, one that he was very, very familiar with. It was to his isolation, his paradise, and his damnation. A place where he no longer had to deal with the world, a world where he could atune himself to more time-productive things. His heaven, his private little world... but it was also his hell, his prison, his solitary confinement.
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