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Lucia could just picture his face, hear his voice, think only of his name. The sunfly's kind touch of light filled her with warmth, but shook her cold. Balor's eyes turned to the source of the glow, seeing his sister just staring upon it. His oh-so gentle smirk grew into a warmhearted smile, his face reflected this change. "Sister," said Balor. "do you remember what mother used to say about sunfly?"

Lucia's faded-blue eyes then shuffled up to her brother's face, influenced by the smile upon his face. ""Fortune is the hand where sunfly land,"" she recollected, a smile growing on her face as she repeated it. "I remember she used to say that all the time."

"Remember when we used to sneak out of the castle to go out to the fields?"

Lucia then began to chuckle, remembering those days. "And mother would always chase after us, screaming off the top of her lungs?" she reminisced. "And everytime we got dragged back home, father would always give us that same lecture!"

"I remember," Balor laughed. ""Didn't I make myself clear the first time? You're just children, you simply cannot just stroll about doing whatever it is that you please! You're the Imperial Kingdom's future, you must learn responsibility!""

"Oh Dias," Lucia chuckled back. "I can't believe you still remember it word-for-word!"

"How could I ever forget it?" her brother responded. "He only told us it about a dozen times."

Lucia smiled, closing her eyes. "That he did," she returned. "He was always so harsh on us, wasn't he?"

"...Yes, he was," he affirmed. "I suppose he could never get through to Lelantos, so he pushed on us."

Balor's eyes strayed away, running away to his east to hide in safety. But the pale blue sun would find him, reveal him from the darkness. It was plain to see that the agony of being the one to tore her from all these people whom she loved placed Balor in a sort of torture rack, unable to give her that which she truly sought after the most.
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09-Oct-2014 00:19:12

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Balor's eyes cowered out the window, clawing at the glass, dying to escape. "Brother?" she named, voice full of concern. He knew now that he only added to that list of people he's taken from her, that he forced her to take. All those that she befriended from the Resistance, everyone at Lumbridge, and... Raphael.

She knew no matter what she said, nothing could mend the way he felt about the situation. Lucia desired so greatly the ability to suture that wound, to put together what was broken. The pain that struck her brother, knowing that he blamed himself for the sorrow that has been brought to her. Although she knew that it was her decision and that he had no part in it, telling him that wouldn't change a thing, wouldn't ease his affliction.

But that was when the palanquin stopped, where a surge of cheers thundered down upon them, where the bells went a-ring. The palanquin lowered, ready now must they be to face that chime, that tsunami of voices and shouts. Lucia stood up to her feet, turning her face down to her brother. His sapphire-eyed face bent to her, gazing up at his gracious sister.

She held her left hand out to him, the queen wearing a soft but angelic smile. This smile bestowed one upon him, given the warmth of her kindness. Her love was unquestionable, endless. It was left Balor to question, how could she have so much strength?

The queen's flawlessly tan-skinned hand was clasped, her brother rising to his feet. The two looked to each other, confidently and happily ready to face the world. "Come, my brother," her delighted face gently spoke to him. "Let's go be with our people."
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The majorelle blue cloth blocking them from view was then peeled open, revealing Balor and Lucia to the world. Loyal Knights held the cloth up, their black-steel heads looked forward. Balor boldly stepped out of the palanquin first, stepping down from the wooden vehicle. His leather boot kissed the confetti-covered stone, greeted by an burst of ovation the moment he appeared.

The moment he stepped down, he turned to Lucia, who was still in the palanquin. He reached his right hand up, to help her down like a gentleman. Clenching his hand and with his help, she fell down upon the earth. They found themselves in the center of the city, in the heart of a large congregation. The area was jam-packed with people, there must have been tens of thousands.

And yet, a path was carved in this audience. It led to some stairs and then a platform, covered by a long, elegantly designed blue cloth. In the center of the platform was a rod, a rod of adamas. The rod's top was a circle, empty inside, about a few inches thick. Inside of that circle, a bell was attached to the top.

The two ventured off, followed around them was the loyalty of both hearts and steel. Gallows at the front, Drakon at the back, the Loyal Knights to their sides, and Medea and Momus right beside them. There were no barricades between the Solasúian citizens and the king and queen, save the bodies of knights clad in armour and armed with sword.

Passing their subjects, the citizens bowed their heads the moment they were humbled by the presence of their royalty. The siblings and their company ascended up the stairs, standing now upon the platform. And somehow, the applauds, cheers, and pouring of confetti just increase in intensity the moment all of Governanti could see them.
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09-Oct-2014 00:20:32

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Before them, a grass field of their kind, each blade a person with glowing eyes that gazed proudly up at them. Loyal Knights surrounded the platform, Drakon stood at the stairs, and Gallows was in between his king and queen. Momus raised his left hand up into the air. "Silence, I beseech you all," he shouted, attempting to gather everyone's attention. "Please! I demand silence!"

Steadily, his desire would be given. His desire for silence was once small, but it grew larger... and larger. The crowd settled down, their barking of their happiness coming to an end. Finally, it was so quiet that people would hear leaves fall down, hear as the confetti waltz with the gentle breeze. The noise will return, but at least for now, it was quiet.

Momus then stepped forward, putting his hands together behind his back. "Good morning, brothers and sisters," his booming voice greeted, heard by all in the crowd. "I'm sure many of you wonder why it is that you've been summoned here, but I suspect just as many of you know already. So, I shall not steal anymore words from our glorious king and queen."

Momus backed away from the front of the platform in this moment, allowing his brother's children to do the talking. Together, Balor and Lucia stepped forward, ready to face the noise. "It has been but a year ago since I was crowned king in my father's stead," Balor spoke to his people. "Lord Divus Nomos Barn was a man of many things; kind, caring, merciful even to the humans whom thought only hateful, unspeakable things about him. When the Resistance made their first showing, they ravaged the city of Scetair to our south. My father did not waver, did not flinch, helped all those that required it, gave them shelter when they were given death. Although my father and I hardly ever saw the same picture, I respected him... and I loved him."
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09-Oct-2014 00:21:58

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During this moment of speaking, Momus' light blue eyes shifted to his brother's son's back. They gleamed with violent intent, knowing that the future of equality for the humans would be all but dead should this reign continue. Burning holes into Balor's back, the noble's right hand stretched over to his left side.

Hidden beneath his himation, a sheathed sword tucked away. The sword was short, appearing much like a gladius, and was made of adamas. He slowly reached for that sword's handle, taking his eyes off of Balor for just a moment. But once his eyes flipped back to his nephew, his mind began to spring with thoughts. His conscience attacked him viciously, his light blue eyes pushed to his left.

"...And then, he was gone," the charcoal-haired king went on, his face becoming more like a grimace. "Torn from this world, ripped away... Murdered. A man who had done the unthinkable once before had done it again, putting a knife not to the king's back, but to his heart... He blatantly guffawed in his face, kicking down all that he had built up. He stole everything, doing so with only thought of himself and his goals, oblivious to the harm he would inflict."

His profound blue eyes then looked up to the azure ceiling, the sun bathing his skin with its breath. The king got all quiet the moment he thought of what else to say, the next thing he had to. The air around him grew colder and colder, knowing not how to proceed.

Hearing his voice speak no more, Lucia turned to her brother. She saw nothing but his grief, his eyes down and his heart so heavy, it brought the weight of the world. The lamentful king found a hand placed upon his back, the warmth of her love thawing him out from this lifeless, bleak space. Balor sighed, turning to his sister.
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09-Oct-2014 00:23:27

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Momus' hand clenched onto the sword's handle, his light blue eyes the showcase of an internal battle. Its plane was scarred, scarred by the war of decisions. Momus' hand halted, his mind rushed. Could he really kill his own? His heart shook with tension, his face full of angst. Momus got sickened, the acids of his stomach chewing thoroughly through his desires to commit a coup d'etat.

He had to push through this doubt, the armies of his conscience building like a bonfire. Momus saw his brother's one and only daughter, looking up at her brother and him looking down upon her. They appeared amazed, proud of what they had accomplished. What they had to do to obtain it, the sacrifices, that was an achievement thought impossible. Although painful beyond imagination, they knew that they came a very long way.

Momus truly did pause in this moment, his mind drawn with question. He simply couldn't get himself going, to even budge an inch. His feet were stuck to the blue floor, his hand immobilized as though glue were poured onto his sword's handle. His mind hectic, his thoughts flying all over the place.

No... Momus couldn't possibly kill them, no matter how badly he needed to, no matter how much he thought it would better the world. The noble knew, despite all the atrocities the two had committed, he still loved them with all of his heart. After all, they were still his family, they were still his brother's children.

His hand dropped like a fly, dangling almost lifeless at his side. Momus simply closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of those feelings of rebellion, returning to a composed, stern looking man. Balor shook his head at Lucia, who smiled gently at him. He simply mouthed two words to her, she who helped picked him back up to his feet.
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09-Oct-2014 00:24:25

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Regathering his strength and pushing off the boulder of his remorse, Balor's eyes dove back into the bodies of the crowd. Reflecting his sister's face, Balor walked onward with courage. "This traitor has faced his crimes," he confidently informed his people. "By our queen's hand, he faced the consequences of his actions. He no longer walks among us, can no longer bring sorrow and treachery upon his wings."

Balor scrolled his head across the crowd, silence lasting for but a moment before his voice would budge. Balor then spanned his arms out as though he was going to hug someone. "The Resistance..." the king continued to speak, his voice hesitant and it grew in volume. "...is no more!"

This immediately was received with an overwhelming roar of the crowd, a deafening acclamation that resonated all throughout the city. Balor's company relished in this reception, smiling and standing with the highest self-esteem. The crowd launched fists and glasses of drink to celebrate, Solasúians wore the largest smiles on their faces imaginable.

Almost everyone was bouncing up and down with joy, some dancing, tossing confetti or just raised their arms as they cheered. Though, this news was not all happiness and cheer to everyone. Even as she tried, Lucia couldn't help but to feel disheartened by Balor's announcement. She simply sighed, looking out towards the crowd as colored rain washed over her.

The human slaves from all around the area heard this, their faces grew long and their hearts shattered. The question to what freedom tasted like just seemed like a pipe dream, never to be properly answered. Hopeless, they plunged into the abyss, never to see the light at the end of the cave, never to find their salvation.
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09-Oct-2014 00:25:20

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Balor's head turned back to the audience, raising his left hand. And the crowd simmered down, being tamed by the flick of Balor's wrist. It became quiet once more, the gather of glowing eyes. It was highly anticipated, Balor's next choice of words, these people were dying to hear, thirsty for more and more.

Balor's hand fell back, quickly recoiling to his side. "In our belief, as gods, there is a place in our grandest dreams we know only as "Utopia,"" Balor expressed, setting forth his words. "And the moment the crown fell upon our heads, my sister and I both swore to make that dream a reality."

"This day marks its beginning," Lucia's voice then spoke out. "Just like Lord Dias who brought us to this fertile world, we will bring to you all -- our beloved brothers and sisters -- a world in which you have never known. A world beyond pain, beyond hatred and anger, a world of eternal peace and prosperity!"

After her voice's movement, both Balor and Lucia turned to their uncle. Momus turned to that rod of adamas in the center of the platform, a bell wanting to speak its mind. The noble was drawn to it, his footsteps making quiet thuds in the cloth. The bell hung there, quietly waiting for the day it might have a chance to ring.
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09-Oct-2014 00:26:02

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The god stood beside that rod, that bell that knew only solitude. His light blue glance fixated upon his kinsmen, bold and strong he stood, pushing aside his blackened thoughts. "There are many tales of Utopia," the uncle said. "Lord Pallas Barn, the very first king of our kind, once wrote, "Day by day, my body suckled until I become hollow. My weary eyelids fall, my mind fed to the depths of dreams. Soon then, I awoke to the sound of a bell toll. So hauntingly marvelous, a tune that simply could not be repeated. My eyes pry open, I find not the source of the sound, but a world -- a canvas with shades of beauty and harmony. I do not wish to depart this world, I am comfortable, elated, at peace. I yearn to somehow be struck down and laid here for my final moments, for my body to be smoldered in flame and scattered in the gentle breeze. Such a frightening thought, desiring to die. Yet, just the same, it was wonderful, the thought of my soul residing in this place for all of eternity. But as I step a foot forward... the world dissipates. I wake to my world, I try so desperately to return to my slumber, but such a task was impossible. I think now of that dream and how I wish only to return to that place, to that utopia beyond words. I must make a world as that, so I no longer feel these feelings. So I can touch it, taste it, be there forever.""

Momus raised his right hand up to the height of his shoulders, his palm pointed towards the patchy sky. "This is just one of the many writings of our dream utopia through our history," Momus explained. "Throughout each description of these dreams, it is said that the sound of a bell calls one to Utopia, awakens them. We gather here to listen to its toll, so that we may awaken now to the perfect world, to our dream utopia. Grow silence, brothers and sisters, grow silence and still. We must listen well to this sound, hear it as it calls for us, hear it as it ushers in a new world!"
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09-Oct-2014 00:27:14

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Momus' left hand reluctantly pulled up, readying that small hammer in his hand. His eyes stared upon that bell, designed with images of wreaths, lions, birds, and a strange hooded man with his arms raised up. His iron hammer then gingerly smacked the bell's golden face, causing it to move backwards. Its clapper following just behind the motion, pounding the inside of it.

This sent out a message, a loud, hollow ring that cracked into the morning sky. A blissful toll, echoing out across the city. Everyone just peered upon the bell with an undivided focus, their ears feeling the heavyhanded ring that bounced wildly in every direction in their head as though their skulls were made of rubber.

The soundwave of the bell like a spear, piercing through the air. It vibrated the ground beneath their feet, penetrating through the bodies of the crowd. It rippled through them like they were water, feeling this strange pulsing from within. The bell rang at several second intervals, reminding the humans once more just how futile their efforts and hopes truly were.

Was this it? Was this truly the beginning of the prosperity of the gods? This "Utopia," was it truly to come into fruition? One thing was for sure, the solid ground around the humans had all but given away, crumbling before their suppressors. They watched the humans fall like a spectacle, beneath the ground nothing but an endless void.

The gods watched that bell swing back and forth like a pendulum, their eyes full of honor and pride. Every of the tens of thousands of bodies stood up straight, clenching their left hands into a fist and putting it to the right side of their chests. They saluted the ringing with respect, praising its voice as it spoke through the atmosphere.
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