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The left wall of the pass failed, its stone brinks crumbled and blocking the way. Only to the right was available for passage, leading into the merciless landscape of scorching fever and sand that felt as though every speck was a fireball. Their bodies drew close to the buckling pillars, its color faded and covered in dirt and age.

They stepped on through, entering this house of sun, sweat, and golden grain. The exceptionally bright, shimmering sands burned its image into their eyes. The brutal oppressor beating them down, making sure that every single step was harder than the last. Drinking water at the speed of light, their waterskins were drying up like the lands around them.

Crawling inches at a time, the air was a blast furnace, a blazing-hot kiln that simply would not let up. The desert thousands of steps away from them was blurry and wiggling, obscuring the exact position between the land and skyline. But the trial of travelling through the endless hills of shining sand and tyrannic heat was nothing, it was barely even on their minds.

They kept on going, aimlessly walking without thought, without pause. They passed many cacti and rocks along the way, but their attention was stolen away by this king of anguish whom wore a familiar face. Much like their feet, their minds wandered through the darkness. Minutes spent in this dark, negative space were millennia...

The pitch black swallowing them, forcing them to look onward into a hopeless future, where they would waste away; getting nothing, losing everything. Feeling nothing but blame, shame, guilt, angst...

It was silent the whole way there, save their footsteps. It was only one here who had the courage to speak, but its sound was muffled as feet kicked sand up like a splash of water. Like being on a giant ship cast out to sea all by yourself, there was no ruffles to the soundscape, but one single noise was quietly ever present...
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09-Oct-2014 00:04:22

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Calvin was the only one who held his head up high, his outlook to the future was not desolate and bleak, but full of optimism. But the lazy assassin certainly couldn't blame them for the way that they were... Yes, Calvin understood exactly how it was that they felt. Left astray, caught in a rip current, pushing them to the torturous sea of uncertain.

Morning disappeared, and the afternoon would soon follow in its step. Climbing higher and higher up the stairs of the azure dome, the sun finally found itself at the very crown of the earth. It was smothering, crushing everyone with its intense, oppressing gaze. Their shadows draping down their faces and bodies like their sweat, their feet stomping down upon the dry, withered black.

Passing away only to be newly born very soon, the daylight died quickly and unexpectedly. An orb of silver light rose out from the darkness, feeding off of the life left behind by its brother. The moon was vast upon this night, though it blew with a careless, cold wind. The golden sands of the day froze, turning into a dark blue sea that swallowed everything.

Out in the middle of nowhere, the group had found shelter under a large, wave-shaped rock. Many other rocks and cacti joined up around them, able to battle through the all-consuming sun for yet another day. Calvin had started a fire, having carried a few smalls logs along with him. His pale blue eyes turned to his company, but none would give him what he gave them.

Inflicted with pain and agony brought by the night before them, they continued to burn now until they were nothing but ash. No longer able to take this world -- this cruel, inhumane world -- they drop the ground. Without even a word or helping at all with anything, their tired, aching bodies collapsed. Their weary eyes blocked all of reality, their vision scarred with the visuals of fire and blood.
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09-Oct-2014 00:05:08

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Their consciousness faded into a black sea, empty and soundless. Looking up from under the water, feeling as they lose all control of themselves. They finally felt at peace, being taken into the arms of the ocean. But this body of water was not one for soothing, but for suffering. It didn't matter how much effort they tried to escape, life was everywhere.

Reality was the cell that imprisoned them all, the bars that bound them, and the ruthless warden that threw away the key. They were haunted in their dreams, tortured relentlessly. They were tossing and turning, mumbling so desperately the names of all those that they lost that day. They reached... but all they knew was already gone.

Some bore horrific desires for vengeance, the deaths of thousands of Solasúians would only be enough to stay them for just a moment. Savagely, like a malnourished vampire, they wanted so badly the blood of their oppressors to soak them. Just when there was nothing left to give, more was given.

Calvin watched them all in their sleep, seated up against the rock. Especially did his gaze view Raphael, someone that was... particularly important to the lazy assassin. Calvin looked on as Raphael shuffled around, uncomfortable, shouting desperately in his sleep. The assassin sighed, looking up to the empty night sky. He wished he could murder this night, quickly making it pass away into the next day. But to his dismay, he could not.
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09-Oct-2014 00:05:52

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Though the process of transition from night to day lasted lifetimes, it came quickly a world away. The feelings of hopelessness and anguish erased, purged like a smudge on an otherwise crystal-clear mirror. The reflection cast an image of celebration, glee, and positivity. Smiles, chatter, and laughter broke the silence of the morning, Solasúian children running happily amok the streets.

The sun wore a great, bright smile, its dazzling light beaming down. The sky was near empty, but dark gray clouds had begun to form from to the city's west. But otherwise, it was a beautiful morning. Sunlight greeted everyone who stepped out upon this beginning of the day, and who wouldn't? Today was going to be a day to never forget, to always remember.

The entirety of the city of Governanti was celebrating, everyone was gathered in the heart of the city for this moment. The center of the city -- a large, square shaped heart -- was aligned with buildings. All of these buildings had balconies, all of which were accommodated by Solasúians who found themselves in a festive mood.

They threw extravagant public parties to all Solasúians wanting to celebrate this magnificent of days, the finest wine and food flowing like tap. Patiently, the partying Solasúians waited. The usually buzzing market district was quiet, everyone from everywhere flocking to the center of the city to witness this one moment.

A straight street that led into the castle was lined with Solasúians, all wore faces with large smiles. In fact, the whole heart of the city was flooded with glowing eyes. The Imperial Army had returned just last night, and many knew that they were successful. There was no way the mighty Imperial Army, an army full of gods, could lose to mere humans.
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09-Oct-2014 00:06:24

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From a distance, they could hear a chime, small jingle bells playing a toll. But this toll was no sign of mourning, but the glorious victory that this city longed for so long. The beautiful melody rang out throughout the city, played only by many different tones of bells. All gods turned towards the castle the moment these bells were heard, waiting anxiously for those whom they proudly pledge their life and loyalty to.

There then, appearing out from behind the left wall of adamas that surrounded the castle, a palanquin. The palanquin was made of beautiful, mahogany wood that was polished to perfection. It was opened, but majorelle blue banners of the Imperial Kingdom and its winged lion covered the openings. The edges of the palanquin had small jingle bells attached to them, causing the chime.

The palanquin was a large one which required three carrying poles, six humans with ankles in chains. They burdened the large load, their faces long and tired. Of course they thought of disobeying, but they were so lost now, Their one and only hope of freedom vanished, the will to fight gone. Perhaps this was the life they had to accept, to be a slave simply because you were thought inferior. They simply sighed, pushing themselves and moving onward.

An eruption of cheers and clapping exploded all across the huge crowd the moment the palanquin appeared, an electricity of excitement charged this gathering. Confetti thrust into the air, scattered were Eternal Sunflies, the fists and cheers of triumph cast skyward, it was a festivity unlike any other.
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09-Oct-2014 00:07:40

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All around the palanquin, from its front, sides, and back, were Loyal Knights, high-ranking men of the army including Gallows and Drakon, and those who held a seat of high power, Medea Ishvara and Momus Barn. Clenched in Momus' left hand, a small hammer of sorts. They walked down towards the heart of the city, the place where Gallows usually did his executions. They could barely see past the hail of sunflies and confetti, being stormed with them.

They had to walk through rainbows of colored confetti falling down upon their heads like snow, just so very gently fluttering about. Everyone looked to them with respect and esteem, bowing their heads the moment they passed them by. One could barely get a thought out, the place was loud. Like a raging echo, the gleeful clamor of voices boomed and shook the city's very ground.

The buildings encased in adamas around them, the stone-brink streets changed color from gray to multi-colored. Thousands of Solasúians -- all varying in height, age, gender, appearance -- watched as their king and queen's palanquin pass them by, they all proceeded to follow behind it once it did.

Drakon relished in the celebration, happily bouncing in his step. Gallows looked forward, in anger towards his loyalty and himself, knowing that there was nothing he could do. Yet, he was happy, happy to see this moment for those that he's known for the whole of his life. But he had to make room for change, he wanted to help the humans.

But for now, he knew, that he had to play this role. To be the general whose loyalty was never questioned, who fearlessly plunged into the chaos... The gallant, ruthless General Gallows.
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09-Oct-2014 00:08:51

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Inside the palanquin, the two siblings were sitting across from each other. They sat down on wooden benches covered by cotton cushions of deep, rich blue. The inside's motif was of those of leaves and winged lions, a familiar pattern to any with knowledge of the Imperial Kingdom. The edges of the cushions were trimmed by golden-colored cloth, in fact the whole palanquin could say the same.

Four small boards of smooth wood stood at the edges of the benches, one for each end. A mahogany board high above their heads, acting like a ceiling of sorts. Painted to a hair on said board, the front-view image of a lion with wings of a bird, it was sort of standing off to the left. It stood there, powerful, noble, strong... its jarring eyes inspiring anyone to be as it.

Upon its head, the crown of the king, embedded with its jewels. Circled around the lion was a fern-like pattern, and inscribed just below the lion's front paws were words in front of a scroll which read, "Be as one, never afar."

They were surrounded by majorelle blue banners that enclosed their space, obstructing their view of the world outside. But radiant shine from the morning sun poked holes through that curtain defense, spears of its solar touch hitting the siblings inside. Although thick with darkness, piercing eyes of sapphire and pale blue light cut through the shade.

Balor was on the lower end, the southern end. He was off to the right side of the bench, his right elbow up on top of the arm of the bench. His hand clenched and pulled up, pressed up against his right cheek. His legs crossed, just idly staring off. The king was outside of his armour, wearing a black overgown lined with gray-ish white fur. Its sleeves were short, only being to just above his elbow.
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Attached to his gown, he wore the cape of his status, of the king. It was a majorelle blue cape, its edges trimmed with grayish-white fur. In its center, a symbol adorned it, the coat-of-arms for the Imperial Kingdom. Beneath his gown, he wore a dark blue doublet, its sleeves a slightly lighter shade of blue and quilted in design.

The doublet had gold bands on the borders of its edges, inside those bands were dazzling, elegant designs. The collar of his doublet was standing, and his sleeves were trimmed with frills. He wore a leather belt under his gown, carrying with him his treasured Arbandor. For pants, he wore dark blue, tight-fitting breeches and tall, dark leather boots.

Lastly, he wore a variety of adamas. This include rings, chain necklaces, vambraces, and of course, the true sign of his status well-guarded upon his head: the crown. Although his face was quite damaged from the fight at Lumbridge, his injuries were treated and sutured. A small window did his eyes peer, staring at all of the faces of his citizens.

His usually callous, stern look melted as he saw the happy faces of his people, delivering to him a very light smirk. His glowing irises scanned the many faces, watching the thousands of bits of confetti get tossed out from their hands and launched into the air. The glowing insects take flight, like embers from a fire.

Lucia was on his opposite side, perhaps even sharing in a little of her brother's glee. Her long, obsidian strands of hair not allowed to flow freely upon this special day, banded together in a long, French Braid-esque ponytail. She wore a long, gorgeous dark blue dress. It hung down to her ankles, its edges lined in a white frill embroidery.
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The collar of her dress came down like an arrowhead, going all the way down to her waist. Underneath her dress, she wore a white, buttoned up shirt. Around her neck, she wore a white high-necked partlet with a high collar, it had a slight ruff to it. And with her partlet, she wore her mother's fine silver chain necklace which had the extremely rare green adamas as its centerpiece.

Of course, over her left arm, she wore Uriel's arm cloak, although tattered and bloodied. Around her waist, she wore a leather strap which held her blade. She wore black pants and long, thigh-high laced up boots boots with a thick heel. Reigning with power above all else, her crown, the mark of her blood, her heritage. She stared out from the window, seeing the crowd that was rigid like mountains, the peaks all varying in height.

They hummed with joy, their children looking up at them with pride to strive to be just as them. They finally were to announce their victory over the Resistance, to finally start on building this world into the utopia they had always dreamt about. Her eyes out staring at all of the many faces of her subjects, all so happy as they soaked in this moment.

She had thought about it like that, she tried so very desperately to think of it like that. No more black thoughts, no more sorrow, she had enough of sowing those seeds, of reaping nothing but pain. It was time to turn in a new direction, she and her brother together. Balor made the effort to change his ways for the better, it was time she did the same.

The majorelle blue shields of cloth had a small crack of space between it and the palanquin, a large enough hole in its armour to allow a blade. A small, unassuming bug flew into the palanquin, letting off a fiery glow. It gently lit up the darkness of the inside, revealing all of the palanquin's details, of its lion and bird motif.
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09-Oct-2014 00:16:18

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The small orb of light was isolated from its kind, shunned like a beggar looking for change. Saddened, its subtle glow wasted away all by itself, landing on solid ground to weep its misery. It found its place, to feel sorrowful as though mourning its own death. And that was upon the back of Lucia's right hand, right upon her middle knuckle, this single dot of radiant glow found refuge.

Landing on her right hand, her pale blue eyes were drawn to its glowing allure. Seeing that glowing insect upon her hand reminded her of many things, a staple of sorts throughout her life. She, of course, remembered quite vividly of her days of youth, of innocence. She and her brother, out in that field of flowers. Her hand was reaching out to always catch him, but him always just being a fingernail away. Her brother's words about his version of the dream utopia, and her belief that he could will it so.

But reflecting on the past drew a long, double-edged sword. And even with this blade, she couldn't cut out the memories she didn't want to see. Instead, the more she tried, the more she simply hurt herself. Yes, it seemed the sunfly was trying to remind her of her life, both for better and for worst. It was a way for her to grow, for her to always remember and to never forget.

She remembered then blood, blood washed all over that hand. She could see it too, a blood-stained hand that quivered, clenching her blade. Indeed, the ebony queen remembered that it was this hand that drew her blade, this hand that slew him ... That one person that she knew she'd never see again, no matter how desperately she denied that truth.
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