• The sound of metal striking metal is heard in the distance. Small flashes of lights form in the dimly lit room as the swords continue to create sparks after sparks. The images of two darkly draped figures are seen from each spark, illuminating the room slightly. Their faces are hidden in shadow as their fight to survive strangles forwards. A few seconds later, the sickening sound of a flesh being punctured and blood falling onto the ground is heard. A quick sound of innards sloshing onto the floor, and then a body collapsing onto the ground follows.

    Sinister laughter soon filled the room followed with the sound of footsteps heading for the front door. The owner of those steps opens the front door slowly, allowing the light of the moon to enter. Moonlight shines in, brightening the room a little. The room was still dimly lit, but it was obvious with the overturned tables, the scattered books, and the blood stains against the wall that a battle had taken place. The body of a middle aged man, with dark sea foam green hair lays motionless on the ground, blood slowly oozing out of his side which was gapped open. Near his body lays a sword which was glowing faintly, but the blood covering half of the blade drips lightly onto the floor. The glowing of the blade was dimming though.

    On the other side of the middle-aged man kneeled a much younger man, looking to be in his teens. His face was shadowed, but tears fell lightly onto the bared floor at his knees. As the door opens wider, forcing light to fall onto his body, he looks up slightly. His hair was dark sea foam green as well, but it looked untidy. His eyes were dark lavender in color, almost dark purple. Blood glistened lightly on his cheek as well as his tears, but there was no cut to show where the blood had come from.
    The man who had opened the door walked back towards the somber boy.

    Man: We must make sure he is dead.
    Young Man: He is dead. I felt his life end... and it was by my own hands. This feeling… is terrible.
    Man: It's okay child. All you've done is killed the man who would’ve been in the way. Even if he was your own father, you made the right choice for our cause. *he smirks, and places his hand on the boy's shoulder*
    Young Man: *breathing heavily* I... know.... But it’s… still hard to accept… his death.
    Man: Is this your first time killing an innocent man? *turning the young man towards him*
    Young Man: *nods, his eyes looking towards the floor*
    Man: *laughs* You'll become used to the feeling, and will become numb to it over time. Now go pick up your sword. *turns to walk out the door*
    Young Man: I... I can't. *looks over at the blood covered sword lying on the ground*
    Man: *turns around, a rather surprised look on his face* What do you mean? You were holding it a few minutes ago.
    Young Man: Yeah, well a few minutes ago, I didn't kill an innocent man.
    Man: I see... So only the pure of heart can wield that sword… *sighs* Damn it! Fine then, I shall give you a much better sword in its place. *holds his hand up in the air, and his hand starts to glow*

    The room grows brighter, and their faces could be seen easily. The man holding his hand out had long blonde hair that ended at his shoulders. He didn’t look much older than twenty-eight. His eyes were deep blue, holding much knowledge within them. He had a strong build, his cloak draped heavily around his body so that not many could recognize him from afar. His face was handsome, quite attractive to most young women.

    The man on his knees looked to be near the age of twenty and had sea foam green hair that went down past his eyes a little, but it looked like there were thin strands of silver hair in there. His clothes were black, with silver stripes running at the sides. His face was fair, a small trail of blood running down his cheek. His eyes were dark brown, almost black. They were filled with tears, and as they rolled down his cheek they mixed with the blood.
    The blonde man clenches his fist around a glowing shaft in the air, and pulls down. A silver sword is pulled out slowly. It looked different from any other sword that the young man had ever seen.

    Blonde Man: *grips the sword, swings it downwards, and smirks slightly* I see you like it… *hands the sword down to him* It's called the Crescent Blade. Its capabilities change per user. I'm giving this to you, since you are my pupil now.
    Green Man: *takes it, examines it* Alright then. *watches it turn from silver to blue, blinks* What the hell?!
    Blonde Man: *grins* As I said. It will change per user. *walks towards the door* Come now, Ramirez. We have work that must be done.
    Ramirez: *looks up at him, sheaths the sword at his side, and stands up* Yes, Lord Aurion. *follows him out the door*

    A few days have passed since the death of the King's first hand councilman, and they have still not found the murderer who broke into his house, killed him, nor have they found Ramirez, his son. The King has been worried that he could be the next man on the hit man’s list, and has raised the guard level to its maximum ability. Both of his children, Kurama and Tifa, disliked this decision a lot, but they didn't really have any say for it.

    Speaking of his son and daughter, they were both sitting in the courtyard, preparing their selves for the ceremony that was take place that night. Kurama looked around the age of nineteen, and was sitting against the trunk of a tree, his dark green hair shadowing his red-orange eyes from view. His skin was lightly tanned, and his physique was quite captivating. His outfit on the other hand didn’t signify his royalty. He wore a pair of black slacks, a belt crossing his waist which carried a long blade at his side. Hanging out over his waist was the bottom of a blue shirt, covered partially with a black vest.

    Tifa looked to be the same age as her brother, but she was sitting on a small sitting bench near the fountain. Her hair flowed down to the center of her back, and was just a little lighter than Kurama’s hair, but their eye colors were exactly the same. She was the complete opposite of her brother; sort of a yin and yang counter parts. She was wearing clothing not royalty, but her fashion sense was far greater than that of Kurama’s. Her dress was mid-calf long, light blue in color. Her skin was fair, slightly tanned but not much.

    Sitting next to Tifa was her fiancé, Kyoshiro. He looked to be the age of twenty, but it was obviously not a Zeenian since his hair was dark blue in color, his bangs moving down to chin level with a long ponytail in the back. His eyes were a pinkish magenta, and looked quite quizzical. He was wearing a common outfit of solid blue. His pants were of the same style as Kurama’s, yet he did not have a sword placed at his hips. He wore a white shirt, with a heavy blue jacket over it, buttoned up halfway. A belt crosses over his chest, holding the sheath on his back.

    Kurama: Damn it all! Why must he turn up the guard duty?!
    Tifa:-sighs- So that nobody will kill him. Are you that dumb Kurama?
    Kurama: *glares at her*Shut up…
    Kyoshiro: *smirks* I think he is. After all, he is questioning the orders of the king.
    Kurama: *glares at him* You do realize, I’m allowed to kill you… *reaching for the sword at his side*
    Tifa: *glares at kurama* You will do no such thing to my fiancé, or I'll have to beat the s**t out of you! *raising her fist, cracking her knuckles lightly*
    Kurama: *sighs heavily, lowers his hand slowly* Fine... but you won't always be there to protect him. And once that happens, he's mine. *clenches his fist near his face*
    Kyoshiro: Let’s just see you try it. *run his fingers through his hair, mocking kurama*
    Kurama: *grits his teeth* I've found a birthday present I'd like today... his death! *gets up away from the tree, walking towards the castle*
    Tifa: *giggles* He's all talk, but he's actually quite fond of you.
    Kyoshiro: Yeah, right. *puts his arm around tifa* So, what do you want for your birthday?
    Tifa: *giggles*

    Kurama walks up to the main doors, and bursts through them with a solid kick. He storms down the halls, pushing a few guards out of his way as he turns towards the throne room. He didn’t worry about trying to calm down as he slams his fist into the throne doors, forcing one of them to break off the hinges and land a few feet from where the king was sitting. The king gazes down towards the door, and then looks up at Kurama, and blinks a few times.

    The king looked to be almost thirty years of age and was wearing white puffy pants, which were held up by a black belt running across his waist. His shirt was a deep creamy white, laces going across the chest while ruffles are visible through his shirt sleeves and at the opening near his neck. Two deeply embroidered pendants hung around his neck, flashing slightly in the light. A sword lay in its sheath a few feet away from him. Upon his balding head rested a crown.

    Kurama: YOU! Why must you act like some coward?! We aren't even permitted to leave the castle! What the hell are you thinking in that thick, balding head of yours?!
    King: *stands up, walks down towards kurama* I'm thinking of your protection. You're reaching the age of 1000 years, and we don't want you to die.
    Kurama: Or have a life for that matter! *crossing his arms* What’s with all the whores that come to my room at night?! Are you expecting them to be a replacement for her?!
    King: *narrows his eyes as kurama mentions her* We've forbidden you to be with her!! *crosses his arms* She is just a guardian! She can't be your lover as well! Those women are other princesses from various regions. What was wrong with them? They were all beautiful!
    Kurama: *glares at him, uncrossing his arms, clenching his fists* Not to me they aren’t! If I find another one tonight, I'll kill her. Understand?!
    King: *looks at his helper, nods his head, and the man runs off, towards kurama's room* Fine. But you are still forbidden to see Trista. *crossing his arms over his chest*
    Kurama: *turns around, walks out of the room* *thinks: We'll just see about that. *end*
    King: *sighs, lifting his crown off and starts rubbing his hand against his forehead* I’m getting too old to be a father… *turns around and sits down again*

    The day continues to pass by slowly. Kyoshiro and Tifa continued to wander around the castle, looking for her twin brother. Kurama on the other hand was leaning against a stone wall outside of the castle that stood over twelve feet. He watches the guards walk past, who were making sure he didn't try to jump it. He continued to wait, until he heard a small tap on the other side. A smile forms on his lips, and the guards turn to watch him. Kurama smirks at them, and then vanishes from sight in an instant.

    Guards: What the?!?! He's gone!! *looks around* How...? *start to look for him*

    A young woman has her ear against the wall on the other side. She looked to be in her early twenties. Her shoulder length blue hair is flowing gently in the wind as she tries to listen to what is going on the other side. Her outfit seemed to be a little tighter than what most women would wear, but it showed her figure off. She was wearing a knee high black business skirt, and a white button up shirt is tucked lightly under the waist part of her skirt. Over her chest and shoulders is a black vest, zipped up to the middle. It was obvious the vest was more for armor than for decoration.

    She yelps in surprise as she suddenly feels a pair of arms wrap around her from behind, and pulls her into a tight hug. She smiles slightly, and tilts her head a little to look at the person she was waiting for.

    Trista: Hello Kurama. *giggles softly*
    Kurama: *smirks a little* You're getting sloppy. A long time ago, you would've noticed me as soon as I jumped the fence.
    Trista: *pouts* Is that so? What makes you think that I didn't?
    Kurama: Because your heart is still beating quickly from being surprised. So as I said, you’re getting slow. *smiles at her*
    Trista: *pouts still* Oh shut up… *cups her hand behind his head, moving her fingers through his hair lightly*
    Kurama: *smirks at her* Maybe I’ve gotten better than you. No more need for being a guardian for you.
    Trista: *raises an eyebrow* Don’t count me for quits just yet. I still have some techniques that you haven’t seen before.
    Kurama: *eyes light up slightly* Oh really? Maybe you can show me those techniques sometime later?
    Trista: *giggles and then sighs lightly* Just shut up and kiss me. *pulls his head towards hers and kisses his lips softly*

    Trista slowly turned her body around, and wrapped her arms around Kurama's neck. Kurama slowly slides his hands down her back, and rests his hands on her hips. Trista leans a little against the wall, pulling Kurama towards her more. Kurama acknowledges her meaning and presses his body against hers. She sighs softly against his lips as her own part slowly. He lifts one of his hands up slowly, and places it on her cheek as he tilts his head and kisses her deeper. A few moments after doing so, Kurama stopps, and moves head to the side a little, sensing something.

    Kurama: *grumbles slightly* Damn it all! They're getting better at stopping us... *looks over at trista*
    Trista: *sighs* It's okay. I've got to go back to the temple. *looks slightly upset*
    Kurama: *gently cups her chin in his hand* Don't be so upset. Don’t forget that today I’m turning 1,000 years old. *smiles* I get to make a demand, which will have to be passed since of the rank that I'm in. The same goes for my sister.
    Trista: *lifts her head up slightly* Really? What will the command be? *giving a curious look*
    Kurama: To let anyone from any level of society be able to love and marry whom ever they desire. No more of this only being able to marry a princess if you're a prince and vice versa.
    Trista: *blushes* But... I'm not even… the same race as you.
    Kurama: That’s what Tifa is taking care of. Do you think Kyoshiro is a Zeenian? *shakes his head slightly, hears the sound of people climbing the wall, narrowing his eyes* They’re relentless… *looks to trista* Okay. Trista, hide behind that tree.

    Kurama watches Trista hide behind the large tree, and then he quickly jumps the fence again. He walks out of the shadows, towards the guards that were peering over the edge.

    Kurama: What the hell are you doing?! *crossing his arms* Why are you all away from your posts?! Slacking on the job huh?! Well, how about I tell my father what you’re all doing. See how many of you will have a job left to slack on…
    Guards: *jump back down, shake their heads quickly* Th... that’s not necessary sir.
    Kurama: Good, then go back to your posts. *hears the soft sound of someone running away from that area, smiles a little*

    Kurama turns back to walk to the entrance of the castle. He turned his head slightly to the left as he sensed something familiar, yet different. He looks around the area, but doesn't see anything. He shakes his head a little, and walks up the stone steps to the inside of the castle. As he enters, and closes the door, a figure draped in black quickly crawls through the shadows to a different location, being sure not to be seen.

    As hours pass, and the party draws near, both Kurama and Tifa have had uneasy feelings. They knew their demands could be met, but what was worrying them was the fact that Ramirez has not been found. Both of them wished to ask him to their party. Their father on the other hand, was enjoying himself. He asked many different races to come to celebrate the coming of age for his children, not knowing what their demands were. Tifa is sitting on her bed, knowing that she had to put on her dress soon. A maid walks in, and scolds her lightly for not being ready, and Tifa smiles at her. She nods her head, and tells her that she'll put it on in a few minutes. The maid walked out, and turned towards Kurama's door. She entered there, but Kurama wasn't in there. She sighs slightly, and walks out. The maid goes back to her normal routine.

    Kurama is standing inside of the tower, watching as the Royals all arrive to their party. He shakes his head lightly.

    Kurama: It isn't that big of a deal. Why should they all be coming? *sighs softly*
    Kyoshiro: *walking down near the garden, looks up noticing kurama* Hey!! Get down here!! You only have an hour to get ready!
    Kurama: *sighs again* Fine.

    Kurama places his foot on the railing to the balcony, and pushes himself off. He spreads his arms out as he descends quickly towards the ground from the 25th story area. His clothes whip about him in the wind as he gets nearer and nearer to the ground. Kyoshiro's eyes grow wide as he notices that Kurama was aiming for him. He quickly jumps backwards as Kurama lands where he was standing. Kurama landed with a slight thud, and places his hand on the ground to balance himself. He stands up slowly, and smirks slightly.

    Kyoshiro: Show off. *turns around, walks back to the inside of the castle*
    Kurama: *laughs slightly* It isn't that hard. You should try it… and land on your head.
    Kyoshiro: *flips him off while closing the door*

    Kurama sighs, and walks back into the castle. He goes up to his room, and gets into his Royalty outfit. He looks into a mirror, his face showing some slight disgust for the outfit. He had on a pair of black silk like material pants. He wore a white dress undershirt, which were slightly ruffled near the wrists. Over his undershirt he wore a black jacket which showed his families golden crest over his heart. He walked over to the wall, lifting a blade off of the mantle. The hilt of the blade shimmered with jewels embedded within the metal. There was a semi-long blue colored sash tied to the end of the hilt. Embedded on the sheath were words that stated, “The blade of royalty.” He ties the Royal Blade to his side, and brushes his hair out of his eyes.

    Tifa on the other hand was sliding her hands down her sides after putting on her blue dress. She spins slowly, looking at herself in the full body mirror. The sun-light made her dress sparkle lightly as she turned. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, two embroidered chopsticks sticking in her hair to hold it in place. She had on light makeup, making her eyes seem to light up. She smiles, and walks over to her door. She walks out, and hears Kurama walking out of his room. She looks over towards him, and smirks slightly.

    Tifa: Never thought I'd see the day when you're dressed up. *giggles slightly*
    Kurama: The same goes for you. Is it tight enough? *pointing towards her dress*
    Tifa: *glares slightly* It's supposed to be tight…
    Kurama: *sighs* Whatever… We have about an hour before the reception starts.
    Tifa: *nods her head* I know. *looks around* But I need to find Kyoshiro first. Have you seen him?
    Kurama: Not since I saw him outside. He came back into the castle a few minutes before I did.
    Tifa: *sighs* Where did he run off to? *quickly walks over to the stairs, goes down them, looking for kyoshiro*

    Kyoshiro is walking past the entrance used by only Nobles. He quickly turns his head towards the door as he hears the sound of someone opening a door in the other room. He opens that door, and stands there, staring at Ramirez. Kyoshiro walked in, and closed the door behind him. Ramirez took a few steps back, and blinked a few times as Kyoshiro turned on the lights in that room. The lights were dim, but Kyoshiro could see well enough.

    Kyoshiro: Why are you sneaking around Ra...? *notices the color of his hair, glares at him slightly* So, you're the one that killed him.
    Ramirez: *acts surprised* Oh my! How did you figure that out? *gives him an off look* Is it the trait that all Zeenians have that helped you?
    Kyoshiro: *his eyes stay narrowed* Yeah. Killing an innocent, and feeling no remorse at all will make your hair turn white!
    Ramirez: *laughs* Get your facts right, stupid. *runs his fingers through his hair* Silver.
    Kyoshiro: Silver then. *crosses his arms* Why have you come here, traitor?
    Ramirez: I came to greet my friends a happy birthday. Is that too hard to ask?
    Kyoshiro: Yes, it is. *slowly uncrossing his arms*

    The sound of soft footsteps can be heard, and then Tifa's voice, saying that she thought she heard something. The door opens, and Kyoshiro turns around, covering his eyes a little from the new brightness of light in the dim room.

    Tifa: There you are!! Hurry up! The reception is about to start. *reaches for kyoshiro *
    Kyoshiro: *takes a slight step to the side* I'll be there in a little bit. I just got a few things to take care of. *looks back to ramirez*
    Tifa: *sighs, notices ramirez* Oh, hi Ramirez! *waves, not noticing the hair color*
    Ramirez: *smirks at her, nods slightly* Nice to see you again.
    Tifa: *nods* Same. Where have you been?
    Ramirez: Oh… here and there. How is Kurama?
    Tifa: *smiles* He’s doing well. He’s all dressed up. It’s quite funny. Well, I hope I’ll see you back at the reception Ramirez. *looks over at kyoshiro * And as for you... *kisses him softly* I'll be waiting for you. *turns back, walking to the banquet hall*
    Ramirez: Lovely girl. Wouldn't you agree? *watching kyoshiro slowly close the door*
    Kyoshiro: Yeah, she is. *turns around to face him* Now, as I told her, I've got stuff to take care of. So just get out before I have to force you to leave.
    Ramirez: *shakes his head* As I told you, I want to wish my friends a happy birthday. Just step out of my way before you bite off more than you can chew. *narrows his eyes*
    Kyoshiro: *unsheathes the sword at his side* I'm warning you Ramirez… Leave now!
    Ramirez: *sighs* I was hoping that it wouldn't have to come down to this. *unsheathes the sword at his side* Very well then. *takes a defensive stance*

    Kyoshiro glares at Ramirez, and then rushes towards him as he raises his sword to slash at him. Ramirez raises his sword, and parries his horizontal slash. Ramirez spins around, and kicks Kyoshiro in the back. Kyoshiro stumbles forwards, and hears the door open. Kyoshiro turns quickly around, and chases Ramirez into the main hall. Ramirez smirks slightly as he saw the doors to the banquet hall. Kyoshiro’s hand rises and he shoots an energy blast at Ramirez's feet, causing him to trip and fall.

    Kyoshiro jumped over him, and slid a few feet. As he turns around, he watches Ramirez stand up and thrusts his blade at him. He spins around quickly to parry Ramirez's thrust. Kyoshiro pulls his fist back and punches Ramirez with his free hand, but Ramirez dodges it easily, smirking at him. Kyoshiro narrows his eyes a little, and spin kicks him in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards. Ramirez quickly regains his composure, and glares at Kyoshiro.

    The fight continues on for 30 minutes, neither one letting up. Both had small gashes across their bodies, and were faintly tired. Kyoshiro takes a large breath, and charges towards Ramirez again. Ramirez jumps back, and Kyoshiro's sword barely misses him, but does slice off a few strands of Ramirez's hair. Ramirez continued to jump back as Kyoshiro tried to attack him again. Ramirez was pressed up against a corner, and was gasping for his breath. Ramirez then remembered something Aurion told him the day before.

    ~flash back~

    Ramirez: This sword is so cool!! Is there anything else I can do besides getting more powerful magic attacks with it? Like, can I bring the dead back to life or something?
    Aurion: *smirks* Something like that. With that sword, you can give objects a life, but it will take more work unless it's an object from your own body. That’s the best way to do it. *nods his head*
    Ramirez: *raises an eyebrow* So, like what? What would be a good thing? *blinks*
    Aurion: Your hair, for one thing. It’s so long that you can slice it off, and with a few bits of energy a new creature will form to helping you. *smiles*
    Ramirez: That could come in handy sometime. *sheaths the sword onto his side*
    Aurion: Yes, it will. Ramirez, who was it you said you were wishing to bring along with you?
    Ramirez: My friends, Kurama and Tifa. I’ve known them a really long time.
    Aurion: *sighs* I'm not too sure that they'll agree with you.
    Ramirez: Don't worry. They're my friends. *smiles* They'll understand.
    Aurion: We’ll see Ramirez. Just don’t expect an easy welcome.
    Ramirez: *blinks* Why is that? I’m well known there, and they don’t know I killed anyone.
    Aurion: That may be true, but your body has already begun to show signs of doing it. Your eyes have turned to a grayish hue, and your hair has already started to turn a silvery color.
    Ramirez: *sighs* Damned curse of Zeenians…

    ~end of flash back~

    Ramirez quickly rolls to the side, dodging Kyoshiro's thrust. He notices that some of his hair was sliced off a while back. He rolls backwards to dodge Kyoshiro's downward thrust. Kyoshiro's sword hit the ground, and dug deep into the stone. Kyoshiro pulled hard, trying to free his sword. Ramirez smirks, knowing that this was his chance.
    He looks along the dark colored stones until he saw a silver strand of hair. He focuses his mind, and sends some of his energy at it. He stared in disbelief as his hair slowly grew, and turned a different color. His eyes widen when the creature finished growing from his hair.

    It looked almost like a large child. It was dark green in color, horns sticking out of its shoulders. Not only were there horns sticking out of its shoulders, there were horns going down both arms and legs. Surprisingly the creature was built well, its arms reaching down to its knees. The clothing it wore looked to be nothing but rags. There was no hair visible at all on the creature, not even on the top of its head. As the eyes open, they start to glow a deep blood red.

    He watched as it closed its hand on one of the horns on its shoulders, and then started to pull it out. Blood oozed down from the shoulder to the floor as it drew a large sword from the shoulder. Ramirez's eyes turned back to Kyoshiro, and raised his sword to block his attack. As Ramirez held Kyoshiro's sword back, the front of a sword pushed itself through Kyoshiro's abdomen. He gasps, and looks down at the sword showing through his body. He turns his head around, and sees the creature.

    Kyoshiro: W...what is that?! *fear showing in his eyes*
    Ramirez: *smiles* That… is my creation. *raises his hands, shooting an extremely large energy blast, causing kyoshiro to fly through the banquet doors* Hehehe… *looks at the creature* I’ll... call you… Meriko. And... the type of creature you are… shall be named… Skullkid… *smiles and leans a little, sighing* I wish I could have most of my energy back though.

    Just as soon as Ramirez said that, the creature vanished, turning back into a hair. All the energy that was in it came upon Ramirez. His eyes grew wider a little as almost all of his energy came back. A small smile forms across his lips.

    A loud crash is heard in the banquet room as Tifa stands at the bottom of the stairs to the king’s throne, just about to say her command to her father. She turns around quickly at the sound to see Kyoshiro flying through the air, and land on the ground a few yards away from the stairs. She quickly forgets what she was planning on saying, and rushes to him. She kneels at his side, and tries her best to heal him. Kurama is standing near the middle of the stairs, and could already tell that he was dead. His eyes quickly turn to the broken door as a figure walks in. He raises an eyebrow as he recognizes his friend, noticing that he was covered in gashes. He then noticed the color of his hair and his eyes quickly grew cold.

    Ramirez: *looks up towards kurama, waves at him* Happy Birthday Kurama!
    Kurama: *giving him a cold glare* Traitor... Why are you here?!
    Ramirez: *blinks, at a loss for words* Bu… I…
    Tifa: *wipes her eyes, glares at ramirez* You b*****d!! You... killed... him!!
    Ramirez: *stammers lightly* I... in self-defense yes, but he started it!
    Tifa: *heaves lightly on the ground, tears falling from her chin to the floor*
    Kurama: Self-defense?! You knew you were skilled with a blade more than he. *glares at him as he takes a slow breath* I bet he noticed the color of your hair and that sinister look in your eyes, and knew he must stop you from getting close to us. Even if that meant losing his life!

    Tifa’s hands clench at her sides, and then she forces herself to stand up. She quickly grabs a spear that one of the guards was holding, and races towards Ramirez. She trips a few times, and slides to a stop. She tears the bottom of her dress off, showing a part of her grayish blue combat suit underneath.

    She races at him with full speed, and swings her spear. Ramirez easily dodged it, and pushes her away from him. She stumbled forwards, and turns around quickly, Ramirez turning as well to face her. She thrusts her spear, and Ramirez steps to the side to dodge it. He wraps his arm around the pole part, and lifts her off the ground. He continues to lift, and then threw her off her spear behind him. She flew through the air, and into Kurama's arms. He sets her down onto the ground gently. He slowly turns his head back to Ramirez, giving him an even colder glare.

    Kurama: You've lost your entire honor as a Zeenian… *points at him* Your actions and even your appearance proves it! *glaring at him*
    Ramirez: *blinks many times, his jaw dropping slowly* Does... that mean... we're not friends anymore? *gulping slightly, his eyes seeming to water up*
    Kurama: *narrows his eyes more* Why don’t you tell me... *turns to his father* I’ve a request for my 1000th birthday… I command… that Ramirez Lunar *points towards ramirez* shall be banished from the planet Zee… *looks over towards the shocked ramirez, glaring* …forever.
    Ramirez: *eyes grow wide* Bu... but… I thought we were friends!
    Kurama: *spits to the side* Feh… I would never be friends with a demon such as you. Holy warrior indeed…
    Ramirez: *something snaps in his mind, glares at kurama, unsheathes his sword* YOU b*****d!! *charges at him*

    Kurama pushes Tifa out of the way, and unsheathes the sword at his side just in time to catch Ramirez's attack. The blade glows a soft blue color, pulsing lightly as he pushes Ramirez away from him, and looks over towards Tifa. She was standing up slowly, rubbing her ankle. She gives him a thumb up, and runs to the wall with a variety of weapons on it. She grabs her spear off of the wall and spins it in a circle around her body. She looks over towards Kurama, who was blocking a series of thrusts from Ramirez. Ramirez starts to do quick slashes at Kurama, and Kurama continued to block each one before they got near his body. It was apparent already who the better swordsman was, Kurama having been the one to teach Ramirez how to fight with the sword before he enlisted himself into the royal guard.

    After a few minutes, Ramirez soon began to show fatigue. His attacks had less power behind them, and Kurama smirks. He planned to make Ramirez use almost all of his energy before he attacked him. Kurama parried Ramirez's next attack, and then punched him hard in the ribs. Ramirez stumbles to the side, and then feels the tip of Tifa's spear dig into his right thigh. He falls down, his sword landing on the ground as he clutches his thigh, screaming from the pain.

    Kurama: *standing over him, points the tip of his sword at his throat* Ramirez! You only have an hour to leave this planet, or we'll kill you! Get up, and get out!
    Tifa: *yanks the spear out, positions herself for another stab* NOW!! BEFORE I KILL YOU!
    Kurama: *places his free hand on her shoulder, shakes his head slightly* Nah, don't kill him. You got to give him time to get up.
    Tifa: But he killed Kyoshiro!! *tears rolling down her cheeks*

    As Tifa cries, another large explosion occurred. Everyone looks over to the rubble which used to be the castle wall. A cloaked figure soon walked in through the dust. He lifts his head up slowly, and notices Ramirez down on the ground. He raises his hand up, and both Kurama and Tifa prepare themselves for an attack. The man moves 2 fingers down, and then starts to laugh. Both Kurama and Tifa look at each other with puzzled expressions.

    Kurama: *raises an eyebrow* What’s… so funny?
    Man: *laughs* You are! You both have just sealed your fate!! *slides the hood off*
    Tifa and Kurama: *gasp* Aurion!!
    Kurama: *glares* What are you doing here?!
    Aurion: I'm here to take my pupil back. He obviously wasn't ready, but he did do his job in distracting you all. *starts to laugh as ramirez's body teleported to his side* Now... how shall I dispose of you? Hmmm… ah, I know… *lifts his hand straight up* ATTACK MY SHADOWS!! *throws his hand down in their direction*

    As soon as Aurion finished his statement, thousands upon thousands of dark figures rained down upon them. They appeared to be nothing more than shadows, but the twins soon realized that they were nearly solid. The figures took the shapes of adults, wielding various types of weaponry, mainly swords and spears since they copy the weapons of the people they fight against. Both Kurama and Tifa try to slice through them, but with each one that they slice through, two would take its place. They were fighting an inevitable battle, and they knew it.

    Not long after the battle began, Tifa was stabbed in the arm. She tried her best to fight with one hand, but it proved to be useless. She felt something jump onto her back while she was fighting back another shadow, and then felt something cold run straight to her heart. She barely had enough time to scream before her very own heart was crushed from the shadow’s hand. Her body starts to fall as she whispers Kyoshiro’s name.

    Kurama pushes a few shadows away, and then felt the life of his sister fade away. He looks over at her to see her body fall. He looks in terror, knowing that without her his energy, no, his life will soon be following. He looks at the rest of the Royals in the castle, but then noticed why they weren't helping. Each one was motionless, like they were frozen in time. He then turns his attention back to the shadows, and noticed that he was surrounded. He looks from left to right, and grits his teeth as he watches all of them jump in the air, heading towards him. They all grabbed onto his body, trying to force him to the ground. He tried his best to push them off, and then he heard Aurion's maniacal laughter.

    Aurion: And with the death of the twins, there will be no heir to the kingdom, and war shall take the lives of everyone here! And I shall become ruler of this planet, and soon the whole galaxy!!

    Kurama’s anger swells up after hearing this, and he used a large amount of his energy, powering up. From this, he causes an explosion, most of the shadows that were on him faded away. He stabs the ground, trying to catch his breath as he leaned up to one knee. He slowly lifts his head to see Ramirez standing over him.

    Ramirez: *holding his sword in his hand* I... tried to bring... you with me. But you had... to be against me. *his rage is growing slightly*
    Kurama: *coughs slightly, glares at him* Team with you?! Right now... you're nothing... but a weak... simple minded fo... guh!

    Ramirez didn't even wait for Kurama to finish his statement. He thrusts his sword deep into Kurama's chest, and watches his blood ooze out. Kurama tries to push the sword out of him, but Ramirez wouldn't let him. Instead he pulls the sword upwards, slicing through half of Kurama's body. As the sword exits Kurama's body, his chest split in half, and it seems like his blood explodes out of his body. Kurama fell down coughing up blood as he died.
    Ramirez swings his sword, making the blood come off. He sheaths the sword, and limps back towards Aurion. After he reaches him, Aurion lifts the spell that was on everyone else. It only took a few seconds for them to see the scene displayed on the floor. They all look towards Ramirez and Aurion, but they were already gone.

    The king sank to the floor. His pride and joys both dead before him. He clenches his fists after a few seconds of mourning, and then sent the guards to chase after Aurion and Ramirez. He then calls for the guardians.

    After waiting a few minutes, Trista came running into the throne room. On her wrist was a silver bracelet, but everyone knew better than that. She raises her arm up and a large sliver creature forms out of what was around her wrist, floating in mid-air. Trista acknowledges Lipuc, and the King acknowledges them both. Trista then notices the corpses of the prince and princess, and she cups her mouth quickly as tears form in her eyes.

    King: Lipuc, can you find my children’s spirits?
    Lipuc: *nods his head* Yes, they're still here. They haven't gone to the spirit realm yet.
    King: Good! Grab them both, put them in your body, but don't absorb them.
    Lipuc: *nods his head, glows dark red, and then turns back into a silver color* It is done. What do you wish for me to do with them?
    King: Help them be reborn somewhere! Not here though. They could come back, and kill them again.
    Lipuc: *nods* Shall I take them to another system?
    King: YES!! Take them to another system, to a planet that has similar traits as ours. We don't want them to die once they come back to Zee...
    Lipuc: *turns to leave*
    King: Wait!! *lifts the pendants up from around his neck, handing them to Lipuc* Here, take this as well. They're the pendants that were supposed to be gifts for them, but hopefully they'll take them wherever they are reborn at.

    Lipuc takes the pendants, and nods his head again. He then flies like a bullet out of a window, and heads towards space. Once he reached there, he formed himself into a different shape. This shaped allowed him to travel faster than the speed of light. He charges up a large amount of energy and sped towards the next space system. Trista then looks up to the King.

    Trista: I’m going with him.
    King: No you’re not. You’ve done enough to my children. When they are reborn, I don’t want you to corrupt their minds! You are to remain here, and leave them alone…
    Trista: *tears forming in her eyes* But… sire!
    King: I’ve heard enough! Go back to your temple and do your job. *glares at her*
    Trista: *bows to the king, tears of anger, more than sorrow, streaming down her cheeks*

    Trista turns around and walks out the door. She pays no attention to the guards asking her questions, or the people giving her strange looks. As she reaches the courtyard, she falls to the ground and begins to cry heavily. She tells herself that she lost them both because she wasn’t there to protect them. She continues to cry for what felt like an eternity to her, and then lifts her head up slowly. She turns her head back towards the castle, and her eye brows narrow slowly as she made up her mind.

    Trista: *wipes the tears off of her cheek* He can command all he wants, but I am a guardian. *she grits her teeth tightly* I’ll find them myself then. It shouldn’t be that hard.

    She climbs to her feet, and runs the rest of the way back to the temple to get her stuff ready.