If the words do not add up...
Artorious Maxinule Rexin
The Summer Knight
It is usually because the truth was left out of the equation
Location: The Gates To Earth
Company: N/A
Thoughts: The sun feels incredible
Mood: Restless and determined
Those who deserve my loyalty, recieve it.
In the highest room of the tallest tower. The faery tale cliche was the only way to describe the housing of Arthur. Of course, that left out the fact that it was the highest room in the tallest tower of a long abandoned castle in the land of the summer fae, but those minor details are often overlooked. The tower kept him close to the sun, even when he was not flying, and the fact that he had boarded up and closed all other opening except for the window to the top level meant that few other fae, if any could ever reach him, and if they wished to leave him a note it had to be in the form of a letter pinned to the door several hundred feet below. The first rays of the sun had awoken him, with his bed set close to the window for that exact reason. he had sat up and stretched, having slept in only undergarments, the tattoo's that ran the length of his back rippled as his muscles tightened and released. The tattoos almost seemed to squirm against his skin, as if they were trying to escape, but the Knight ignored the sensation, turning and setting his feet on the ground, leaning forward with his elbows against his knees, eyes closed, simply drinking in the warm summer sun. It was hot today, and that was just the way he loved it.
Slowly, he allowed his eyes to flutter open, and they caught light refracted through some sort of prism. He looked over and saw the all too familiar pocket watch, a star in the middle of a circle of diamonds. He picked up the piece. He had found it at his bedside one day, but had no knowledge of it's origin, where it came from, whether or not it was magical, or even who had given it to him. Though unbeknownst to him, unlike the others, whose names and faces attempted to push at the edges of his mind but to no avail, he had no flashback upon handling this object, no would be pleasant dreams or nightmares of the night all was lost. His memories were far deeper, far older, and so the purge of his memory needed to be intensely more complete than the others, and so all he had in mind was a life of servitude to a woman he hated, and a wall which would take far more than a trinket to break.
He set the watch back on the end table, leaning forward and pressing his hands against his knees, forcing himself upward before stretching once again, now in the standing position. He went to the window, allowing the ledge to press against his thighs as he leaned outward, drinking in the warmth, before tipping over the side and plummeting towards the earth. He kept his eyes closed, allowing the ever accelerating wind to whip past him, and just before he hit the ground, his image was gone, leaving a bright shine, before a similar shine preluded his reappearance further up into the sky than the tower was tall, and without warning, the struggling of the tattoos got the better of his back, and they exploded into his two massive wings. He did not flap them, but instead allowed them to be pampered by the sun, gliding back down towards the window, tucking his wings to his back and, as he passed through the entryway, allowing them to return to their sunken, inky state.
He sighed as he took note of the only object beside the pocket watch on the table, a note from the palace. He was to go to the human world on an extermination mission. The picture was included inside. the first time he had seen the picture, he had felt something, a small inkling of some emotion. But he hadn't known what it was, and it wasn't familiar, so he had buried it rather deeply, and since, it had not resurfaced. He opened his rather large wardrobe. He had clothing for both fae occasions and for the rare jaunt onto earth. He picked out a pair of plaid pants, brown dockers, a white wrist length button up shirt and a vest matching the pants as well as a dark brown suit jacket, simply shaking his head and allowing his shoulder length, curly hair to fall where it may. He clipped the pocket watch in and slipped it into the breast pocket of his suit, leaving the weapons locker that stood by the dresser closed. It would be odd to appear on earth with any of his sharpened weapons, they had moved to other, far less noble items.
He peaked out of his window once again, not leaning over the edge this time, but instead paying attention to the timer that was constantly running in his head which had reached zero a while ago. he blitzed towards the ground, appearing with his feet firmly planted before beginning to walk. Whenever he could, he would blink forward, making the travel take only slightly longer than an hour and a half. In that time, he reached a very wide plane, no trees covering the entire area. In the very center, stood a tall doorway, however, there was nothing on either side. In front of the doorway stood a rather large fae dressed in thick leather armor. He felt inside his pocket, the picture of his target confirmed, and made the rest of his way towards the gate. Once there, he gave the gate keeper a nod before looking up at the large oaken looking doors. They were familiar. Perhaps he had seen them before, though if he had he couldn't remember a lick of it. He snapped his fingers, and the sunlight seemed to much together into a mass before forming into a chair, into which the summer fae took a seat. The letter had mentioned three others would be accompanying him, each with targets of their own, though the names of his companions had not been included. He would wait for them, perhaps they were old friends or new ones, or perhaps they would be the likes of which he would have to keep in line.
Oh sweet summer stay and sleep
A liquid sun beaming today and forever
Lingering dreams and afternoons of heat
The lives adrift in the river.
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