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                                                                          B                                                                          elva turned as Alexander rode up alongside her and Phineus and held out her bag. She was surprised, pleasantly so, that he even wanted her to carry it. She would have thought that since he was now capable of doing so himself he would have found no need for her services in doing as much and would have wanted to keep it for himself. But of course, as soon as she'd begun to feel something less than negative towards the elf he had to ruin it by opening his mouth and sharing with the world what was on his mind. And in this case it was far more jaw dropping than she would have liked. She felt her mouth hang ajar as Alexander ran his tongue over his lips suggestively and gave her a quick wink, remarking that should she refrain from 'distracting' him with her kisses they would be just as she'd said. Fine. Belva scowled and snatched the bag from him reaching for his shirt as he rode off only to be stopped gently by Phineus who placed a hand on her shoulder, more so to prevent her from falling off if anything. "I was drunk! I didn't know any better!...... You're setting a bad example for Bishop!" But it was hopeless. The deed was done and despite her argument, she had known better. Belva realized that saying as much might have implied that she'd been behaving poorly in the presence of her new child and was, in a way, an unfit parent. She looked back at Phineus in despair and shrugged as he peered back with his usual amused grin. "Okay..... So I wasn't that drunk." She admitted. "But he did deserve it. The slap. Not the kiss. Though I deserved the latter of the two." She muttered and shook her head with a sigh. "Something is surely wrong with me. Phineus, by all means if I ever even so much as speak of picking up a glass in the future, even if I am mourning in the worst way possible, do not hesitate to club me upside the head"

                                                                          Bishop on the other hand was pleased with this new development between his mother and Alexander and the boy expressed as much by joining Phineus and Silas in their laughter. When all calmed and they escaped his mother's wrath, coming to a steady trot, Bishop looked back at Alexander as he began to speak, nodding in agreement. "I understand. It's not exactly easy, all that you've been set out to do. But don't worry I'm okay as long as you are." He said with a smile and his face lit up as Alexander brought up the lessons in potion making he'd promised. In truth the boy was looking forward to it as he did appreciate all and any time Alexander spent with him. He was someone the boy had grown fond of and looked up to as a fatherly figure despite their short time together. His own father had little need for defense as violence was easily avoided despite where they'd lived, due to his abilities. Bishop too had been able to avoid such instances by being quick on his feet especially when wandering out on his own. But still, there was always a risk in venturing through the streets of Sonitus and a child as young as he, without the means of fighting off stronger forces, could easily be overwhelmed. Wiped out without so much as a second glance by those looking to make a quick buck off of what he'd gathered from strangers kind enough to spare him some coin. So seeing someone as busy and capable as Alexander taking time to even bother with someone like him..... That alone was a gift. One that Bishop would not take for granted. "Thank you. It means a lot." He said and looked forward as he mulled over the statement made about Belva in reference to how Alexander treated her. Bishop could only laugh lightly in response and nod before deciding to reassure him that what he did wasn't wrong and in turn was helping to strengthen the queen for the better. "It's okay, you're helping her prepare for what's to come. Both of you have a lot to face. I..... I don't think she knows yet.... Or maybe she just hasn't realized it but.... She's going to have a lot to clean up after Daemos is gone. The people of Sonitus are going to feel betrayed and wary... They might not take to a new ruler so steadily after having been turned aside by their king and suffering for so long."

                                                                          Again, Bishop's words were not entirely his own but that of the visions he'd experienced in the past and what wisdom they'd given him. He'd lived in the worst part of Sonitus for most of his life thus far and knew what the people there thought of Daemos and Belva. He'd been rather surprised that they hadn't demanded her head the moment Alexander had dragged her through their streets. But then again, he assumed that was due to the protection the elf provided as well. Bishop didn't see Alexander as a cruel man nor did he compare him to the way he'd presented himself upon first meeting him in the wealthier district of the city. He'd practically forgotten such an incident had occurred and when he was reminded of it, he reflected upon it with a smile as that was the first time he'd met the man he was so happy to accompany even now. "You know, I don't think she's really angry at you." Bishop said as he glanced back at the queen and gave Alexander a sly look. It was not secret that the boy indulged in the thought of Belva and Alexander together. In his mind, it would mean the perfect family. A complete family.

                                                                          After what felt like hours spent under the hot sun with a slight breeze kicking up the sand beneath the horses, Bishop dozed off. Dreaming of the past, the present, and the future as well as plenty of childish things that would accompany a young boys dreams such as riding horses, sword fights, and.... happiness. When he finally awoke, his eyes slightly blurred and his head drowsy from the heat, he saw what appeared to be a city in the distance. A beam of hope. "Where.... where are we?"



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                                                                  Alexander recognized the wisdom in the boy's words. And he knew it was likely that either he or his father had foreseen trouble in the future for Belva. It was fortunate that they had seen a future at all, as it gave the elf hope that he could complete the task the Oracle had bestowed upon him.

                                                                  The power the Book granted was a gift beyond his wildest dreams, and he could see reasoning behind Daemos' betraying of his own men just to have it in his grasp. But it was oddly evil, that much Alexander knew. It's need for human blood wouldn't have been alarming to anyone else, but he saw it as a symbol. So many lives were lost in it's creation, and even now, entire Kingdoms were falling in it's wake. Until it was destroyed there would never be peace.

                                                                  As much as Alexander would have liked to keep such authority under his own wing, and use it to reconstruct Rivdar, that simply wasn't an option. Yet, there was a part of him that didn't care about the way the Book was created, or what it's power had done in the wrong hands; he would be sure only to use it for recreational purposes. Then again, Daemos probably believed he could do the same, and resist the urge to have complete control. This was likely the reason the Oracle had slyly sent him after his own heart. Perhaps once it was in his chest, he would better understand how imperative it was that such a tool be destroyed. For right now, he reserved the idea of keeping it for his own.

                                                                  It was selfish, yes, but he had never claimed to be a hero. His venture into Sonitus was for the purpose of freedom and eventually, his own throne to sit on as was promised to him by his parents many years ago. They had ruined his life. He simply wanted some semblance of it back, so that he could live in harmony.

                                                                  What he was doing right now was considered surviving. With every battle, and every attack he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever achieve his goal. Now, he was prepared to get rid of the only thing that could help him attain such an objective. Since when did he starting caring about the world, or the people in it? When he and Silas were still young and homeless, no one had bothered to help them. Rochelle had been the only one willing to take them in. Unfortunately, Silas and his mother weren't exactly on speaking terms. It seemed he would have rather died on the streets than receive any help from her.

                                                                  All in all, he had always been worried about self preservation. But then again, that could have been the result of having a hallow chest cavity. The lines were all a bit blurred at this point. Luckily, he was pulled from his thoughts by the gentle bump of Bishop's head as he rocked back and forth with the trot of Hermes. The boy had fallen asleep, and Alexander couldn't blame him. It had been a long ride out of the desert.

                                                                  The sun was setting in the east as the heat died down and the desert sand mixed with the emerald green of fresh grass, which the elf was happy to see again. There was a river nearby, where he allowed the horses to drink. He, himself was due for some water and drank from a canteen in his bag.

                                                                  In the moonlight he would see the silhouette of a large Kingdom. Silas hadn't mentioned that they would be running into a place so wealthy, but his concern had obviously been with the desert. The light from the city threaten to outshine the stars as it could be likened to a lighthouse on the water; it was a beacon. In that sense, it reminded Alexander of Sonitus. He hoped that it would bring some peace to Bishop and Belva to see a happier version of where they had come from.

                                                                  Speaking of Bishop, he woke once they reached the sandy path that led toward the gate of the golden Kingdom. "The map called it Heminaptra." Silas said softly in response to boy's question. "Although, I didn't expect it to be this large. It was barely a blip on the map."

                                                                  "Perhaps they have recently expanded..." Phineus said in awe of what was before him, his eyes sparkling from the glint of the lights. Alexander could already see the two plotting to get away and have there fun for the night. He couldn't help but groan. The elf dismounted his horse, pulling it by the reins to the gate. Two men stood in full uniform holding staffs in their hands. Alexander wondered if this was a city of wizards and witches alike. He would have to watch his temper.

                                                                  In his mind he began preparing a speech, but apparently there was no need. As soon as they approached the doors, they creaked open with no help from the statuesque men standing before it, revealing unto the group a city of full of magic. Alexander was hardly ever stunned by anything, but he had to admit this place was beautiful.

                                                                  The dirt path soon split off into several different directions, each presenting to him a polished marble staircase, that either led to a platform, or a building. He led Hermes to the right and his companions followed suit. At the top, were another pair of guards. As they crossed over the threshold they were granted entrance a second time without so much as a word.

                                                                  Next thing he knew he was standing in the luxurious lobby of an Inn. Couples and families alike were passing through, chatting back and forth with one another as he was approached by a woman in a simple blue gown. Her raven hair was done up in coral colored flowers and she wore a bright smile. "We've been expecting you. Please come this way, and leave your horses, we shall tend to them."

                                                                  The woman waved her hand for them to follow her to the staircase. Alexander reached up for Bishop and his bag, tossing the strap over his shoulder and carrying the boy. Silas ran ahead hastily to talk to with the woman. She giggled softly as he whispered something provocative in her ear, and continued to flirt shamelessly the entire walk to the room that they would be occupying for the night. The man had forgotten about Victoria already...

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva was stunned. The majority of the ride had been hot, uncomfortable, and agonizing as she continued to reflect on her actions the night before. She was all too happy to have left the village and Victoria with it as she was certain that, had they been put within arms length of each other a second time, she would not have been so kind as she'd been prior. But despite how overwhelming her thoughts were and how embarrassed she'd felt, it all disappeared the moment she lay eyes on the kingdom ahead. There in front of them lay a magnificent palace surrounded by buildings leveled out upon platforms. Their walls were etched with images carved to depict tales of the past and strange symbols littered the wall surrounding it. "Where indeed. It's beautiful....." She said breathlessly and the queen lifted a hand, pointing her finger out and closing one eye as she traced the shape of the castle towers and a thought occurred to her as Phineus suggested that the city might have grown, therefore it was much larger than it appeared on the map. "Or perhaps they simply want to be seen as such. If you think about it.... what enemy kingdom would bother with a place so small and isolated. I doubt even Daemos has his eye on such land." She whispered before lowering her hand and re-opening her eye to take in the full image of the kingdom in its splendor. As they approached two figures came into view and she could see Alexander's throat tense ever so slightly, a sign that she'd become aware of, signifying the man's intention to speak though the fact that she'd become so observant of his body alarmed her. However the men in uniform did not so much as move to stop them but instead opened the doors to the kingdom as if welcoming them inside. Belva was suspicious. She'd never seen such an eagerness to allow strangers into such a well protected city before and wasn't accustomed to it even now after the countless hospitality they'd been shown on their journey. Had these people been through as much as their group had, she had no doubt they wouldn't be so quick to put their trust in others.

                                                                          Alexander soon took the lead and Phineus and Silas were quick to follow as was Belva, inevitably due to the fact she was riding with the half giant. She paid little mind to what conversation might have passed between the lot as she was far too concentrated on the beautiful architecture this Heminaptra had to offer. It truly was spectacular. By the time they'd reached an inn, Belva had all but mistaken it for a palace in itself as it was luxurious as well as filled with families enjoying themselves and participating in social exchanges with neighbors and fellow travelers. A young woman in a blue dress came to greet them and almost immediately revealed the fact that they had been expected to arrive. Something that alone slightly unnerved her. It seemed as they were hearing that a lot lately and she was wondering how these unknown forces went about locating them and anticipating their arrival long before they'd even decided as much. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Daemos was capable of as much. It was something she'd have to look into. "It's even bigger than it looked from the outside!" Bishop whispered excitedly as he looked around the hall from his high point of view on Alexander's side. The group was beginning to ease up. Even Belva felt herself letting go of her previous suspicions if only due to the fact that there host seemed so accommodating. Especially where Silas was concerned. Already the man was easing his way over to the dark haired girl's side whispering sweet words of seduction in her ear. It was almost enough to make her pity Victoria. Almost.

                                                                          When they came to a halt in front of two large intricate looking double doors Belva felt a fleeting sense of surprise. It would seem that the inn's pleasant appearance was steady throughout the entire structure and this was only confirmed as the woman went on to open the doors to the room where they would be staying. It was magnificent but even describing it as that alone didn't serve it just. Candles lit the room from the walls as well as small stands placed atop piles and piles of- "Books!" Bishop smiled happily and Belva couldn't help but join in his amusement as she stepped inside, noting the large statues on either side of the doorway and gracing one with the tips of her fingers before trailing along the multitude of bookshelves lining the room. And then she saw something of particular interest. Off in the corner lay a small stairway and upon closer inspection it was revealed that it led up onto a small overlook of the room that wrapped around the entire vicinity. In the center just above the doorway stood a window and almost immediately she knew what she wanted to do. Without so much as waiting to explain herself or notify the others Belva rushed up the stairs and glanced down at them with a smile before going towards the window sill and grabbing hold of the latch, pulling it open to let in the moonlight. The stars were in abundance and Belva watched the city in awe as torches and illuminates sprinkled across the kingdom, practically mirroring the sky above. The view was incomparable. Belva slipped onto the sill and rest her legs on the other side as she observed the people below with growing intrigue. "I can see why they'd want to preserve this place. I've never seen anything like it..... And what of the books? What do you suppose one might need all of these for? They must receive interesting guests if they feel the need to stock it so abundantly."



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                                                                  Alexander had heard that many witches and wizards were skilled at the art of divination. Not only were they good at fortune telling, but some could peek into the future. Of course, they were limited to what they could see and likely weren't as accurate as an Oracle would be. Therefore, it made sense that these people would be waiting for them to arrive. If he was correct in assuming that a majority of these people possessed some sort of magical ability, it was possible that a scout had seen them coming long before they had even emerged from the desert. Either that, or Victoria had sent someone ahead.

                                                                  He didn't worry. The Book had protected them against their enemy, who was now an entire two days behind them. For now, he merely needed to rest and enjoy the time that he had to do so, since it was so rare. At every turn they had been met with an enemy. In a city as fortified as this one, he would hope that for at least one day the group would be without any trouble.

                                                                  Alexander's only concern at this point was transportation into Salia. As long as their ride had been, and as tiring, he was surprised by his will to press on. Instead of getting undressed, the man actually tossed his bag into one of the leather armchairs and put on his tan cloak. He clasped the silver chain in the front and pulled up the hood, before removing his large belt and sword. The elf tucked them away; figuring any adversity he faced out on the street would likely be no more than a thief or a beggar.

                                                                  Phineus had already found his bed through the double wooden doors that lay in the center of the room, between the two bookcases. It seemed he would not being going out for a night on the town. However Silas was not so quick to let an all day trip through the desert spoil his fun. He was bent over, rummaging through his bag for coin so that he could pay for drinks downstairs in the tavern that they had passed by the entrance on their way upstairs. Alexander wanted to ask if he even remembered the woman's name he had just laid with the night before, or the woman he had relations with in Sonitus. But decide not to be a killjoy.

                                                                  Perhaps the elf was just jealous that he couldn't find enjoyment in drink and women anymore. He had become so obsessed with the idea of freedom and fame that the smaller things in life had completely lost their value. Or at least, that's what he told himself. In honesty, he was starting to think his notion of what he wanted to wake up next to in the morning was skewed by the Queen. She was so outwardly intoxicating that it was hard to find anyone else so exotically beautiful. If he could not have her, then he would have no one. And so, no one seemed to the option he was stuck with. He couldn't simply approach her and ask for a sexual favor; the woman was married, and obviously above sharing a bed with a no good scoundrel like himself. She deserved to be widowed, and courted by a man who didn't merely wish to use her as a conquest.

                                                                  From where Alexander stood, he could see Belva in the window sill. The candles that dimly lit the quarter brought a glow to her face, making her eyes sparkle. He watched her for a time, until he heard Bishop cough and eye him suspiciously.

                                                                  He blinked, running a hand over his face in frustration before he spoke up. "I think the books are for Bishop. These people are of the fantastical sort. I think they knew 'e would appreciate them." The elf didn't know if that was true, but he wanted to the see the boy smile. It would give him the energy to go out and track down someone who could point him in the direction of suitable transportation to the floating island.

                                                                  "We need a way to get to Salia." Alexander called loudly to Phinues. "I think I'll go 'ave a look around and see if I can't find someone who knows a thing or two about getting there. We certainly can't take the 'orses..." He groaned softly, as his companion waved his hand in the air to let him know he had acknowledge his statement.

                                                                  Alexander reached down then, his face cloaked in darkness and picked up Bishop sitting him in the chair beside the large wooden bookcase. "Stay 'ere. If you're 'ungry there is food in my bag." He didn't kiss him as he normally would, he wasn't sure why but he was feeling like the boy might have needed a break from his affections. Alexander hadn't admitted it to himself yet. But he felt the tenderness he had for Soarina transferring over to Bishop the more and more time he spent with him. It wasn't just that he didn't want him to grow up without a family as he did, as much as it was the fact that he had done so poorly in taking care of his sister when she was left in his care. Without a heart, the pain was bearable, but not gone.

                                                                  He turned away and started toward the door, but was taunted by the staircase. Alexander didn't know if Belva would run after him. He thought it might be best just to ask her to accompany him so that he wouldn't have to stress over her shenanigans.

                                                                  Before he had even realized his ascension, the sound of his boots creaking against the polished marble floors the overlook brought him back to reality. Alexander approached where she sat perched on the window sill humbly. "I know you 'ate me. You've made that abundantly clear, several times since we met. Still, it's been brought to my attention that you aren't fond of me running off without you either..." He found he couldn't flat out ask her if she wanted to come along. So instead, he held out his hand for her should she so chose to take it.

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva smiled at the thought of the once empty shelves being filled to the brim by workers of the inn with stacks upon stacks of books, all specifically chosen for Bishop. The boy two lit up at such implications and carried over his small stack of chosen articles before being lifted up onto the chair by Alexander, nodding as he was told where he could find food and watching as the man began to head off only to stop short of the doorway and make a turn for the stairs. Belva hadn't heard him ascend until he was mere feet away and turned to find that the man had sought it fit to invite her along.... in his own peculiar unique way. Belva smirked and reached out to take his hand and whipped her legs back over into the room before standing. Eying him curiously after he'd referred to her hate for him before rolling her gaze and shaking her head, smiling all the while. "Don't worry. I find that I hate you more when I'm drunk than when I'm sober." She chided jokingly before looping her arm around his own in an attempt to make him just as uncomfortable as he'd made her earlier. It was a dangerous game in her mind but if she knew that if she played her cards right she just might get even somewhere along the way.... Then again it always helped to be cautious. Alexander had a way of shocking her with his unusual comebacks. And if she wasn't careful her teasing could very well come back to bite her in the rear when she least expected it. And so with that in mind she reached out to grab her cloak and tighten its ties around her neck before walking with him down the banister and towards the door before casting a gentle look towards Bishop on the way out. "Stay inside, please. Try not to be too much of a handful for Phineus." She joked to which the boy merely laughed and glanced at the half giant with a devious expression, all in good fun.

                                                                          Belva hesitantly released the elf's arm as they exited the room and took another gander as the pair walked down the hall passing several men and women on the way who dressed in a similar fashion before finally making their way into the lobby and exiting the inn. "So what exactly should I keeping an eye out for? Or did you just bring me along for kicks so that I wouldn't slap you when you came back with another woman?" She inquired teasingly as her eyes scanned those wandering about the streets. The night was lovely and the air was cool against her skin. It was well worth the travel to get this far even if it had meant spending the day in the sweltering heat. It was nice to have escaped the deserts harsh conditions along with all that had accompanied it. The village had been left behind. The dangers, the near death experiences, it was gone for now. And for that she was thankful. Belva hadn't realized it but she was still slightly disturbed by the after effects of seeing Alexander use the book for the first time. When he'd vanished behind that cloud of dust and she'd heard not a word from him despite calling out to see if he'd been alright- "You scared me." She hadn't realized she'd spoken aloud a second time nor that she'd decided to bring this up now. She had no intention of doing so but it would seem that her mind worked in mysterious ways and as random it may have appeared it was something she felt she needed to get off her chest.

                                                                          "Back in the village. When you used the book for the first time. I didn't even know you had it. I just looked around and there you were, bleeding all over the place as if you'd been cursed by the gods and were at the mercy of their wrath." She said with a laugh of disbelief. "And then you were gone. I couldn't see you, I couldn't hear you. I thought you'd died. We all did. And despite common belief, I don't exactly look forward to your demise Alexander. Even if I do 'hate you'... I don't hate you." She gave him a serious look before looking ahead once more and offering passersby a quaint smile as they greeted them. "Don't ever do that again. Because believe it or not there are people who care about what happens to you." Belva gave a small shrug in an attempt to shake off any implication that she was being a bit more overbearing than she was letting on. "Even if they happen to be a spoiled queen, a child, a half giant, and a promiscuous man. I know it's a little late to say as much but I thought you should know. So don't die. No pressure intended."

                                                                          There were a few peculiar characters wandering the streets as there were with every city but for the most part Belva was unafraid. She'd already seen her fair share of dangers and after going through the outskirts of Sonitus and being exposed to the horrors of her own kingdom she'd lost her fear of people rather quickly with the exception of Daemos and the occasional armed individual. It helped to have Alexander around, of course, and she was certain that most of this new found confidence was partly due to his presence. Still, she didn't want to give him reason to suspect that she was dependent on him and so tried not to make it too painfully obvious that she was lingering so close to his side for a reason. "What...... Are those?" off in the distance sat..... or more accurately, hovered..... a large ship. It was unlike any sky ship Belva had ever seen before. And there were many like it varying in size, color, and shape. She was almost set in a trance by the way they floated effortlessly and before she knew it she was reaching for Alexander's hand and tugging him a long in hopes of getting a closer look. It would appear they weren't the only ones interested in the ships as many buzzed around the peculiar port like station with luggage in hand. Some were crews who were merely loading crates up ramps onto the ships while others were locals and travelers bartering for a new form of transportation for vocational or strictly traveling purposes. Belva was dumbstruck. "You barely ever see them so close.... To think something so large manages to stay afloat...."



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                                                                  Alexander was not surprised that Belva had agreed to go, but rather shocked that she took his hand so effortlessly. He was at least expecting a struggle of some sort; for her to exalt her confidence by explaining that he shouldn't be so rude as to bring up a time when she wasn't in her right mind. It was the only time after Sonitus in which she had expressed such feelings.

                                                                  He was well aware that she actually did care for him. He had merely found an opportunity to tease her again, and so he took it. The elf had never claimed to be kind. He had his own backward way of making things work. And although they may not have been very appealing to other women, it seemed to be growing on Belva. She didn't take anything he said very seriously; if she did, he didn't know much about it. The woman had made it clear that such things no longer bothered her. It had only been a few days, but she knew him well enough to see through his cruel sense of humor.

                                                                  Somewhere very deep down, her life was important to him. And he made no plans to let anything happen to her until her throne was restored. Mostly for selfish reasons, perhaps there were others, but he never delved that deep into his own mind. If he allowed himself he could get lost in there. It was a sea of thoughts and angry emotions he would rather not sort through. Many of those notions were better left untouched.

                                                                  Alexander allowed her time to put on her own cloak, as she took his arm and he led her down the stairs. If her plan was to make him push her away, he now knew better than that. He didn't want her to start suspecting that he was planning to take her to sell her body on the slave market. She had been clear about her want to be wanted. And she was...actually more than she was aware. If the fact that she had slapped and kissed him didn't make him run for the hills, it wasn't likely that anything would. The Queen was no longer in his line of fire. She would be cognizant of that before the night was over.

                                                                  At the bottom of the stairs, Belva informed Bishop that they would be leaving, and asked that he didn't give Phineus (who was likely asleep) a hard time. The two then headed out of the room, started down the hallway, then descended the stairs-- bobbing and weaving between hordes of happy visitors. He was starting to wonder if this was a Kingdom at all, but rather a port of some kind. "Transportation."

                                                                  When Belva spoke up about him bringing back another woman, he looked at her curiously and grinned. Maybe he had this all wrong, maybe she wasn't afraid of being replaced, but was instead jealous of anyone showing affection toward him. It didn't make much sense, as he was her captor. But it was a nice thought while it lasted.

                                                                  His smile faded quickly when she mentioned what had happened in the Badlands with the Book. He nodded in response and folded his strong arms across his chest. "I scared myself." The man replied matter of factually, as they stepped out into the cool, crisp night air. There was a subtle breeze that blew through the fortress like Kingdom, which was reminiscent of Sonitus as well. Alexander never realized how much he liked that place until now. It was everything he had hopped for Rivdar and more. Perhaps he was just envious of Daemos. He had everything-- including a...

                                                                  "Woman, I didn't do it on purpose. It's not as if I can choose my fate. The gods choose that for us. And believe it or not, my father is one with godlike abilities. The Book now recognizes me as the Keeper. I'm not sure of the effects it would 'ave an elf. So I can't promise you anything."

                                                                  By this point they had descended the staircase and had started across the next marble platform through the city. There were several different directions they could go, and many open shops and bakeries. He could smell fresh goods being prepared and hear the sound of lingering music that came from the many busy bars.

                                                                  As he became wrapped up in the magnitude of what was before him, he felt Belva's hand slip into his own. She began pulling him toward a crowd of people who seemed to be ready for some sort of departure via airship. He had seen these before-- vessels that traveled on air instead of water; they were steam powered and only the wealthiest of Kingdoms had them. This confirmed that he was right about Heminaptra being a port.

                                                                  People came here for quick transportation no doubt, but not just anyone. He feared that trying to travel this way would leave them without much coin. Salia wasn't exactly a vacation destination. Alexander allowed her to pull him along, giving her a groan to let him know he wasn't exactly happy about it. But when he tossed back his head he made note of a group of shadows, sneaking into one of the many tents merchants had set up on the street. They weren't dressed like anyone else he had seen; there garments were dark and dirtied. He wasn't concerned, but he was fairly curious as to who they were. However, he didn't want to drag Belva into what could possibly have been a robbery. He too had been a thief and bandit, he knew trouble when he saw it.

                                                                  Alexander was aware that splitting up wouldn't be that easy. She would want to know why, or beg to come with him. So his best bet was making her want to leave him. If only to compose herself. "Go over and find out 'ow much it cost to travel on the airship to Salia." He already knew that they couldn't risk paying such a price, but this was his only plan.

                                                                  Alexander reached over and slipped a hand down her backside toward the bump of her rear. He cupped it gently-- almost squeezing it affectionately, before he pushed her forward and gave an encouraging clap upon it. His palm tingled, but he tried to ignore it just for the sake of making her think it came natural to him. "Go on, I'll be 'ere." The elf assured her, taking a few steps backward.

                                                                  He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. "I won't go running off to replace you with some wealthy blond woman, who just so 'appens to be rich. Unless...you're far too worried about losing your Prince Charming and would like me to come with you..."

                                                                  Oh yes, this was a damn good plan.

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva had various reasons why she would have preferred to stay at Alexander’s side but none of which she was willing to spend her time pondering over. It was simply too much to deal with and she simply didn’t want to be bothered with it whilst enjoying her time alone with the man it was beginning to feel like a peaceful atmosphere. But of course he had to ruin it. He always felt the need to, and did so now by mentioning one of the more obvious and embarrassing reasons for her feeling as such after quite blatantly grabbing her rear. Belva had pursed her lips in preparation to protest his decision to send her off on her own to check the price for boarding an air ship but as the words began to part from her lips they were replaced with an alarmed gasp as she leaned away, clutching the back of her skirts and twisting around to face him with a glare. It would seem that he’d gotten comfortable with the idea that he could lay his hands on her in such a manner, let alone in public. And as much as she was offended there was still a part of her that liked the attention he provided. Even if it left her feeling flustered and her face as red as the locks of hair draping past her shoulders. But even that short amount of pleasure was ruined by the statement he’d made. Alexander had yet again proven that he was ruthless in his attempts to embarrass her. ”A prince you may be but Charming would be pushing it. Viperous cod-piece certainly suits you far better.” She snapped and turned away before storming off in the direction he had pushed her. It was hard to stay angry at the man, but being frustrated was easy The fact that she'd even so much as assumed he could behave pleasantly for once had been foolish. She should have known better. The elf simply had a weakness for getting under her skin should she at all give him the chance and that she had when she'd kissed him the night before and revealed her affections for him, albeit in a rather unusual fashion.

                                                                          She was hesitant to approach one of the many figures standing in an almost dutiful fashion in front of the ships ramps, all of which she assumed were captains awaiting their passengers to board. She didn't want to look back but she couldn't help but do so in hopes of gaining some sort of reassurance from Alexander, only to find the man had gone. "Oh...... Well that's just great." She said with a scowl and tugged the hood of her cloak over her head before closing the distance between herself and the closest captain. He wore a large, feathered, red cap that nearly screamed flamboyancy had his dual buttoned coat and cravat not done the job alone. A thick graying beard hung down his chest and his brow was burly and stern. He gave her a brief glance over once before looking away only to double back and look hr over again as soon as he registered what he'd seen. A charming smile ran beneath his mustache and he tugged the collar of his coat with both hands in an attempt to assert himself before serving her a quick nod. "Madam, Tis a rather pleasant night is it not?" She smiled briefly with a quick nod, pulling her cloak around her a bit more tightly as if to hide away how uncomfortable she felt in venturing on her own without the confidence provided in having Alexander close by, nor the protection. It was only now that she'd become painfully aware that she'd neglected to bring her bow with her. Belva felt more than exposed. She felt weak. "Indeed it is...... Is this.... your ship?" She asked sweetly and nodded towards the large vessel to which he sneered with pride and gave a jolt as his chin shot out clearly feeling as if owning it would somehow catch her fancy, or any woman's at that. "Why yes m'dear it is. The Rose, I call her. The fee is a bit pretentious I'm afraid..... But I suppose I could make an exception for such a pretty face." Belva was unmoved by his statement and just as easily dropped her cheerful smile upon noting his suggestive tone. "And how much would that be?" She asked plainly. Surprised to see that his charming demeanor had no effect on the woman, he folded his arm and placed the elbow of the other in his palm whilst his hand twisted the end of his mustache meticulously.

                                                                          "3,600 coin."

                                                                          "Per trip?"

                                                                          "Per person, madam. And that is without luggage fees. The cost of providing food and shelter on my vessel for an entire group would be quite a bit more than that and, as you can see, I'm in high demand. But as I stated I can make an exception, should you be willing to-"

                                                                          "That's too much."

                                                                          "What?"

                                                                          "Your price. It's too much. I've been traveled all the way from Sonitus to here within the week on a shorter budget than that. It's not at all impossible kind sir. And as for your 'exception', I don't take charity. I work for my keep. Now if you don't mind I find it best I take my leave. My husband is looking for me."

                                                                          Belva didn't so much as dignify him with a second glance as she turned and walked away from the airships to no one in particular. She'd had quite enough of the man's idle chatter and the fact that he'd thought himself impressionable enough to suggest that she might allow him the opportunity to quite possibly spend the night with her in exchange for a discounted price of what was already far out of reach of what they could afford was preposterous. They would have better luck walking to Salia. "....Now where did you go........" The queen muttered as she searched the crowd for Alexander. It briefly passed her mind that he might have left her and returned to the inn but just as quickly diminished. He may have been quick to tease her but he wouldn't leave her alone to find her way back....... Despite how much it would appear so now. "Alexander? Alexander!" She called out but her nothing in response nor did she see the familiar glint of his tanned skin and fiery hair amongst the men and women wandering about. A sense of fear befell her then as she began to truly feel..... alone.



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                                                                  Alexander couldn't help but reach up and place a hand over the left side of his chest, as if her words had stung his heart. It was no secret anymore, that the elf didn't have one. And therefore her harsh words meant next to nothing. As a matter of fact, they only made him feel like more of a mastermind.

                                                                  He had seen the gears in her head turning prior to the mention of him being her Prince Charming. But it seemed that had been enough to tip her over the edge. She certainly didn't want him to think that she couldn't do something as simple as asking for transportation prices on her own; he was counting on it.

                                                                  Belva spat out venomous words and was on her way, as he dropped his hand and turned to depart from the platform. He ventured down four of five marbles steps, looking back to make sure she hadn't already seen him. Alexander didn't plan to be gone long. Yet, he had to reassure himself that she would be alright until he returned. This city didn't seem to have many threats, and he had told her how to defend herself against bad men. The elf was starting to wonder if he should have made her demonstrate. Although the woman had proved to be a formidable force, he remembered how easy it had been for him to corner her.

                                                                  He was torn between his curiosity and his need to protect Belva, so terribly that he was stopped mid-stride trying to decide if he should go back. Damn his feeling this way! What kind of spell did the Queen have over him, which made him feel so strongly about keeping her at arm's length? Certainly there was no danger here, out in the open. Right? Right. He would just peek into the tent and come back. She wouldn't even notice he was gone.

                                                                  Alexander sighed heavily shaking his head at himself-- unable to come to grips with the fact that he might actually care for Belva. And even if he did admit it, he wouldn't be able to come up with a single reason why he felt this way. Yes, she was beautiful. Perhaps the most lovely in the land, but that was no reason to worry like this. Would he feel this way once they had parted ways, and she was on the throne again? Alexander honestly couldn't be sure.

                                                                  He hated it; concern for these people was starting to weigh him down. The little bit of freedom he did have was now consumed by his need to protect. Perhaps this had always been in him. He just hadn't been open enough to accepting vulnerable people into his party. It was understandable; he had lost his baby sister to the man he trusted most.

                                                                  At the entrance to the large brown and yellow stripped tent, he pushed back the flap before briefly glancing over his shoulder and proceeding inside. Alexander walked through several screens of beads and fabric until he found himself in a dimly lit quarter. Immediately, his curiosity found trouble within. There was a woman with a knife to her throat, as the men cloaked in shadow stood around her in a circle. The elf had only a second to process what was happening before they recognized him as a threat.

                                                                  "Look what we have here. Is this the husband you warned us about? The one who said he would slit our throats should we come back here again? He's a bit taller and skinnier then I imagined." Said the man, holding the blade against the woman's neck. She looked terrified. Her eyes filled with tears and emptied just as quickly. The gown she wore was well made, and her golden locks were tucked away in a bun. She didn't look like a merchant at all.

                                                                  Alexander shifted his gaze to the right, where he saw a crimson sheeted table with a crystal ball on top. Behind it, a plump man quaked in fear. He looked at Alexander pathetically, and he could see now that this was the husband he had been mistaken for.

                                                                  The leader's companions laughed at his joke, as he pressed the knife more forcefully into her pale skin-- he drew blood this time. "He doesn't seem very concerned for your life. Maybe he'll be happy to be rid of a lying whore like yourself." Alexander was slowly putting the pieces together. She was a future teller. And it seemed that one of her predictions had not come true. Either that, or she had slept with this man-- who wasn't aware she was married until after the deed was done.

                                                                  Whatever the case he couldn't just let her die. There were five men in total. Unfortunately, he didn't know what they were armed with. In addition, he couldn't see their faces to predict an attack either. "I'm not her 'usband."

                                                                  "Not a surprise." The man hissed, but his tone shifted.

                                                                  Alexander already knew he was in trouble. He shimmied his hand just the right way as his blade popped from the contraption on his wrist beneath his cloak. However, two men were already moving in on him. He swiped left pushing down on the arm of his first attacker while the elf's right arm flew out to slice the second. The man jumped back looking down at the tattered clothing in close proximity to his heart and scoffed loudly. Alexander didn't have time to focus on him.

                                                                  On his left, the head of attacker number one was coming forward from having his arm pushed away. The elf kneed him hard. And he clasped at his feet.

                                                                  Readying his dagger once again for number two, the man charged forward. Alexander swiped around, moving to the side and snatched his arm tossing him over one shoulder with ease and onto the ground.

                                                                  The other two men were coming for him now, and before he could actually retaliate they each had one of his arms, as the man he had just thrown to the ground sprung up and landed a solid punch on his face. Alexander felt blood drip from his nose as he blinked rapidly from the surprise of the furious blow, which had knocked his hood back.

                                                                  Attacker number two now stood before the elf now with a sense of pride, his chest heaving in and out as he looked into Alexander's smoldering eyes. "Can I kill him now, Lestat?"

                                                                  Lestat must have been the leader-- the one still holding firmly the woman. He shook of his own hood away in that moment, revealing a sinister grin. "No, let's make him watch this witch pay for her crimes. Then, he can pay for his."

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva’s hands ached as she wrung the hem of her cloak twixt her palms and scanned the crowd for Alexander, her anxiety was growing with each passing minute and she briefly wandered back to the suspicion of whether or not the man would go so far as to leave her. He hadn’t appeared to be offended by what she’d said in response to his lewd conduct prior to them parting ways but there was no telling with Alexander. He wasn't what one might consider easy to read especially by Belva's standards. Still, as she weaved through the painted attire and looks of jubilation belonging to those hurrying past her in an attempt to board the sky ships at the last minute she couldn't help but feel as if there was some sort of underlying reason for his sudden absence. He hadn't seemed distracted by anything in particular upon arriving at the port with the exception of a brief look cast behind them on the way over. "So what was he looking at?" She asked herself and felt her brow knit together as she decided that it would be best to investigate further. All she could remember about the area was that it had been littered with numerous hanging fabrics and merchant carts. The sort one might have seen in the seedier side of Sonitus. What such tents held, Belva never knew. She'd only bothered to observe the wealthier half of Sonitus, one of the biggest mistakes she'd made during her rule alongside Daemos as had been previously proven during the time spent venturing through Bishop's half of the city. Another painful reminder of the neglect on her part. It stung even to think that she had anything to do with the horrid conditions the boy had been forced to live through.

                                                                          Her steps quickened as she worked her way down the road, back tracking the path from whence they'd came all the while keeping an eye out for her companion with growing worry. Not for herself, but for Alexander. It wasn't that she thought him incapable of taking care of himself but more so the fact that she was looking for him instead of the other way around. He was quick on his feet. Swift and agile and wasn't one to forget. Which was why she found it so troubling that despite how quick her errand had been he'd decided to walk off and leave her behind. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the glimmering satin fabric of the merchant tents up ahead and eagerly pushed her way past the men and women blocking her path. But upon reaching them, Alexander was nowhere to be found. In fact there wasn't a soul present outside of the vicinity. Something she found incredibly peculiar given all the valuables splayed out across the several carts set next to the red and purple pin striped tent. A small sign lay positioned off to her left on the ground adorned in cheap jewels and painted in gold plaster to make it look as if it were genuine or at the very least, appealing to the eye. The lady Quinn's words of wisdom. Belva scoffed at the teller's advertisement and found pride in knowing that this woman no doubt was a fraud if not someone in practice. Not nearly as gifted as Bishop nor as trustworthy. Belva was no fool and knew from what Alexander had said prior that he believed he could not change his fate that the elf would not have bothered with such trivial services..... And yet.... she was somewhat curious as to what lay in wait inside. The fact that the surrounding area was vacant eluded to the woman having trafficked very little business and it was quite possible she had accumulated a reputation for being as unconvincing as her advertisement implied. Still, there was no harm in testing the waters to see if there was anything of worth the fortune teller could relay onto the queen. And if not there was always the matter of asking about the city and what other forms of transportation it had to offer besides the sky ships.

                                                                          Belva carefully worked her way through the opening flap only to find that within lay a tunnel with an array of fabrics and beads to pass through much like a multitude of doorways. It was clear that this woman was trying to portray a mysterious and exciting aura by hiding behind such passage ways but the queen only found it tiresome and by the fifth curtain of beads was prepared to turn back..... But then..... A sound. As she neared the final layer of fabric she could hear what appeared to be sobbing and the laughter of men as well as the scuffling of feet moving about. Belva lifted a hand and delicately pushed aside the curtain with a dainty finger. And what she saw made her heart sink into the abysmal pit within. There in the middle of the room stood a band of men. the largest pressing a blade against a woman's, who she could only assume was Lady Quinn, neck whilst two others........ "Alexander..." She hissed and seethed as she took note of the blood spilling down his nose. Two men held him by the arms while another loomed over him, bidding his captain to allow him to put an end to the elf's life only to be told that he would wait and force him to watch the woman die before his own death took place. A fiery rage built up within Belva and she could feel her nails tearing through the curtain of fabric in front of her but stopped in time to come to her senses. She needed to act quick, but without bringing harm unto herself or Alexander. She needed to find a way to arm him and remove him from his current predicament. But without much time nor the resources Belva was left with very few options. And so she did the only thing she thought capable of doing in that moment. Using the element of surprise.

                                                                          The queen ran towards the curtain at full speed, allowing her knees to give way and sliding across the gravel until she bumped into the back of Alexander and stole his dagger out of his hand. "I can't leave you alone for one minute." She grunted as she flung upright and slammed the dagger into the stomach of the man to their left. She turned to attack the man on the right but just as she moved to do so the figure standing in front of Alexander snatched her wrist, his grip tightening until she let out a cry and was forced to drop the dagger to the ground with a clatter. "Stupid b***h." He snarled and grabbed her by the throat before throwing her across the room. Belva gasped as she slammed into the table behind her, knocking the woman's husband out of the way and snapping it in two. Her entire body throbbed as she tried to peel herself off the wooden slate but to no avail. It was at this time that the man snatched the knife of his unconscious companion off his belt and came towards her with a flicker of adrenaline in his eye before he slammed it down into her shoulder, impaling her to the point that it cracked the wood beneath and quite literally pinned her in place. He leaned over her and smiled as he shook his head at her pathetic attempt to come to the aid of her companion before patting her forehead ever so slightly. "Don't move." However, his words were lost amidst her screams as she forced herself to look over at the blade only to turn away almost immediately after. Her eyesight blurred and a sense of despair befell her as her brother came to mind, wondering if this was at all what he felt like during his final moments. Weak, and incapable of defending those he cared about.....



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                                                                  Alexander was not expecting what came next. He didn't exactly have a plan of escape, as anything he did could have possibly caused the fortunate teller that was being held at knife point, her life. The elf needed to think about his next move carefully. But he could feel his anger swelling within the pit of his stomach. And he wasn't sure how long he could control his temper.

                                                                  It had been a long time since his enemy had looked him in the eye in a such a demeaning way. Alexander remembered that some look in his mother's eye when she threw him out of the castle and stripped him of his title; it was as if he was worth nothing at all. Surely, this man in front of him would receive the brunt of his fury. He wasn't a good man, and at some point was no better than the scoundrels before him, but now he was a changed man.

                                                                  Because of his indignation, ideas were slow to come to mind, and time was winding down. In a few more minutes both he and this woman would be dead. However, that didn't mean he needed help. But Belva came to his rescue anyway. He didn't know whether to find her incompetence endearing or flat out idiotic. Did she seriously think that she was any match for men like these? The kind that would cut off each of her fingers after she was dead, heat them over a fire, and eat them for dinner.

                                                                  She had not idea what she was getting into. And a part of him knew she likely didn't care. Her fearlessness seemed to know no bounds. It wasn't just the elf that ceased to frighten her, but it seemed that no man was going to keep her from exacting revenge on her husband. Alexander had to admit, the sound of her voice was nice, even if she was scolding him. He felt her knees down by his boots as she knocked his dagger free.

                                                                  The man to his left cried out loud as he dropped his gaze to see a fresh slit in the front of his cloak. He had been stabbed that quickly. But whilst Alexander stood in shock the man in front of him reached for Belva, as the man to his right yanked the elf away from her. Suddenly he was engaged in hand to knife combat. The man equipped himself rather quickly yanking the blade from the sheath on his side and swiped it forward. Alexander dipped in an attempt to avoid having his throat slit, which gave him time to glance backward.

                                                                  The dirty blond man, who had stuck him previously now had the Queen by the neck. He hissed at her like a serpent before flinging her across the room with an incredible amount of ease. But he wasn't finished. He started toward her menacingly, plunking a knife from the side of his unconscious companion.

                                                                  Unfortunately, Alexander was still engaged in a fight, and was not able to come so quickly to her aid. He attempting to focus, but his mind was ringing. Not from being struck, which had been again by this opponent with a closed fist, but because he was so scared. This wasn't fear, this was terror. He was about to let Belva die, due to his own stupidity. She wasn't the incompetent one-- he was.

                                                                  But it wasn't until her screams rung out that something happened to him. He felt a pain in his chest as the necklace he wore began to glow amber. Alexander had never felt anything like it. He clenched his chest mid fight, as the man before him used that as an opportunity to make a clean stab for his gut. Had he known what was happening to the elf, he likely would have thought twice.

                                                                  Everything around Alexander was suddenly moving very slow. He thought he could hear his heart beating in his ears, feel it pounding in throat-- but he didn't think that it was possible. Yet it was so clear. In that moment, he snatched his opponent's hand so fast that a wind shot through the tent, rustling every piece of loose fabric in the vicinity. The elf then pushed upward and the man cried out as the bone in his forearm snapped, it broke the skin right before his eyes as the knife fell from his hand.

                                                                  Lestat was suddenly very intrigued. He lowered his weapon from the neck of the woman and watched as Alexander turned and started toward the man who leaning over Belva. Her fall had cracked the table, shooting splinters of wood into the carpeted floor. She had a knife in her shoulder and was obviously hurting, as the man patted her forehead to belittle her. However, upon hearing the screams of his comrade, he turned to see Alexander approaching. There was no expression on his face. He didn't know what this feeling was, or where it had come from. But it was so strong he thought he might burst.

                                                                  "Wait!" Lestat called. "Don't kill him. He's only operating on my orders."

                                                                  It was too late. He couldn't stop. Alexander held out his hand as his sword materialized out of thin air, constructing itself in mere seconds out of nothing. "Don't move." He said with a devilish grin, just as the man had dared to tell Belva. With one smooth move, the illuminated blade of his father's sword pierced the man's chest, running right between his lungs and out the back of him. His eyes opened wide, but no sound came out of his mouth. Instead, he transformed into a shimmering white dust. It danced around the blade before Alexander waved his hand and both the weapon and man's remains were gone.

                                                                  "I didn't like him anyway..." Lestat whispered, obviously in awe of the power he had just witnessed.

                                                                  The elf dropped down next to the Queen and drew a breath of relief, realizing that she hadn't suffered a fatal wound. His eyes softened immediately.

                                                                  "Are you...are you him? Daemos?"

                                                                  Alexander growled in response, glancing over shoulder at the audacity of this man. "I am his enemy."

                                                                  "But you...stole his soul."

                                                                  "It is where it belongs. With my father." He turned back to Belva and reached down. "This is going to 'urt...a lot." As quick as he could, he removed the knife from her shoulder and tossed it aside, ripping off a piece of his tunic with great speed and quickly wrapping her shoulder vertically beneath her armpit. It quickly turned crimson, but it would have to do for now. Alexander looked her in her eyes in that moment, seeing the pain and undeniable sadness. "Thank you..." He managed almost inaudibly, before reached down and lifting her to her feet by her good arm.

                                                                  When he turned, he realized that Lestat's hostage had run off, as well as her husband. And he was left standing in a state of bewilderment. One of his men was on the ground cradling his broken arm, another was suffering a stab wound and the first was still unconscious. "You're the son of a god?"

                                                                  "The Keeper is not a god."

                                                                  "Please, let me apologize for my blatant disrespect. I am the pirate captain, Knives Lestat."

                                                                  Alexander's ears perked up. "You 'ave an airship?"

                                                                  "Indeed."

                                                                  "I'm 'eaded to Salia. And could use reliable transportation."

                                                                  "Done." Lestat said simply. "Meet me at noon, outside the back entrance of the port tomorrow."

                                                                  The elf nodded his head, his hand dropping from the woman's arm to her back as he offered her support should need it. Then, he gently coaxed her out of the tent.

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                                                                          E                                                                          verything around her was no more than a blur as her screams revibrated through the tent. The pain was excruciating and caused the queen to writhe beneath the blade like an injured insect with a crushed limb, in agony and without so much as the strength to put together a sensible thought. It was enough to drive the woman to attempt to remove the blade herself and she reached up to grab hold of the hilt only to find that the anguish was simply far too great. Her screams became disheartened sobs as she clenched her jaw and watched the macabre of horrors before her. Alexander had freed himself from the man to his right and the two were now engaged in battle. But what had truly caught her eye was the ominous glow coming from the man’s chest that shown hue’s of red onto his attacker, causing her to question whether or not the man was injured. The possibility was enough to make Belva jolt upright in hopes of some how preventing the man from any further distress but was immediately stopped by the knife pinning her to the broken table beneath her. The affliction caused her to cry out once more as pain shot through her shoulder. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it oozed from her wound down her chest, arm, and back. Still, she strained herself to focus on Alexander's status and watched as he emitted a gust of wind whilst grabbing for his attacker's arm, snapping it in two causing the bone to rupture through the skin. The mans screams mimicked a pain much like her own but nothing compared to what came next. Alexander's attention gathered onto the man that loomed over her and without hesitation he closed in speaking words of mockery before plunging his blade into the man's core. But the corpse didn't simply drop. No, just as his knees gave away he disintegrated into what appeared to be shimmering sand, swarming around the weapon in Alexander's hand before vanishing completely along with the blade itself. Both appearing as if they'd never existed prior.

                                                                          All that remained of the men was their leader. A man as shocked and amazed by Alexander as Belva was in between her tears and rough breaths. The two had a quick exchange of words to which she flinched upon hearing Daemos name. The mere fact that anyone could confuse her husband with the elf before her, the very man who was as selfless and daring enough to have bothered with her even now, was preposterous and she glared at him as a result of the accusation. Thankfully she hadn't the need to say much as Alexander was quick to correct him after having knelt down at her side, warning her that what he was about to do next would guarantee more pain and anguish. Belva's eyes grew wide as she realized what he intended to do and shook her head weakly. "No..... Wait.... No please..." But she knew it had to be done or she would bleed out here, unable to move. She clutched the fabric of his shirt with her uninjured appendage and looked away just as he tore the blade from her flesh, the mere force lifting her slightly as she screamed, re-experiencing the exact same sensation that had bolted through her as it had gone in. Belva shuttered as Alexander made quick work in bandaging the wound. His brief thanks barely audible over the pounding in her ears as she hesitantly let go of his shirt as he lifted her onto her feet, her body quaking from the mere occurrence alone. But they weren't finished just yet. It would seem as if Alexander's display of power had been enough to strike fear into the pirate as well as admiration as he went on to ask if Alexander was the son of an unworldly force to which the man replied in stating that the keeper was no such thing. Still this did not deter the man, now to be known as Lestat, in his attempts to please the elf. Even going so far as to offer him transportation aboard his airship as soon as the subject was brought up. Belva looked on wearily, turning to Alexander and studying his chest to find that he was not injured like she had thought previously and that the glow as well as the power had come from the unusual pendent around his neck. Something that had lay dormant only until now.

                                                                          It wasn't long before she was eased out of the tent as she was eager to leave the pirate and his men behind and follow Alexander out into the open. The cool night air brushed against her face and she felt the warm touch of Alexander's hand on her back as she wrapped her own arm around the elf's waist for further support, if not reassurance that he was alive and well. "Hey...... we have..... matching scars now." She muttered jokingly between scattered breaths and looked ahead at the fading crowd. Some cast them absurd glances every now and then but for the most they avoided getting in the pair's way as they walked down the road. "At least we..... don't have to worry about an..... air ship now." Her sentences were coming along but she simply couldn't help the space in between phrases as the pain throbbed through her shoulder. Still they pressed on. "You alright?.....Sorry I came a lil late. I thought you'd said you...... couldn't change the fate the gods set out for you...... Didn't expect to find you in a merchant's tent...... Was that the pretty rich blond you were blabbing about earlier?" She smirked, referring to the fortune teller who had run off with her husband shortly after the attack whilst they'd been busy fighting for their lives. "You have bad taste. She ran off with another man" She was growing to be a smart a** in the passing moments but it helped to take her mind off what was ailing her as well as the embarrassment of throwing herself in harms way in a failed attempt to protect the man. She hadn't known what came over her. Her actions had been foolish, but the good intention was there



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                                                                  Alexander knew that Belva was losing a lot of blood. And he didn't want her to simply bleed out in the streets of Heminaptra, because he was careless and believed she could make it until they reached the Inn. No, he was in need of a doctor. Or better yet, a potion.

                                                                  There wasn't much green around the Kingdom-- most of it was gold, marble, stone, and metal. But he did remember seeing a small garden outside of the Market where they had entered the city. Of course, he didn't have much time to focus on exactly where it had been, before Belva started talking.

                                                                  She was very good at making situations that didn't call for mindless banter, all about such things. Alexander was still riding the fine line between finding it endearing and hating it completely. Whatever the case, she was injured. He couldn't very well let the woman talk to herself, while he wandered around aimlessly looking for a place to lay her body and preform some kind of strange ritual, in the hopes of saving her life.

                                                                  The elf hadn't practiced magic in so long, he feared that his attempt would fail. And she would die anyway. He simply couldn't endure that. Alexander could not watch Belva die. The strong feeling he had in the tent, was still there. Unfortunately, he was also unaware of where it came from or what it meant. Nor did have any adoration for it. The aching was growing the longer they walked and the more she talked-- trying to make light of a situation that wasn't looking particularly bright.

                                                                  Admittedly, her last statement brought a ghost of a smile to his lips, as he pulled up his hood. He could feel the eyes of some of the rich travelers upon him; there were still small stains of blood just beneath his nose and on his lips. In turn, he did the same to the Queen before dignifying her with a response. "Yes, that was 'er. And some 'ow, just like back in the Badlands, I wound up with you again."

                                                                  He scoffed playfully tightening his grip on her waist, because he could felt her slouching from the pain. "Now that I think about it. I do 'ave shitty taste in women. You know, the one's that get in trouble on a daily basis and need a Prince to swoop in and save the day. Yeah, I'm going to 'ave to rethink that completely." Alexander teased with a grin, as he looked forward down the path in the hopes of finding just what he had been seeking out to avail.

                                                                  It had only been a few minutes, but it felt like they had been walking for hours. And the worry in his gut was making him sick. This couldn't all be for the fear of losing Belva. Certainly she was an asset. But that didn't mean she was essential to the plot. He didn't want this. He didn't want these feelings and emotions that he could not control. Anger had always been easier for him. This was painful. This hurt. It hurt worse than any cut, or broken bone. This felt like despair.

                                                                  "And you can't..." He said. "You can't change the fate the gods 'ave chosen for you. But if they plan for you die 'ere, then they are going to 'ave to kill me too." Alexander's hand gently scooped her forward and he bent slightly to take her underneath the legs and carry her.

                                                                  Now he was running. His legs strong and feet pounding against the platform as he found the stairs. He was quick to descend them, the elf's eyes looked on toward the back of the woman whose life he had just saved. She was not alone. Her overweight husband was at her side.

                                                                  "Wait!" She turned, seeing him and tapped her husband as if she prod him to move faster. But Alexander was not having it. "If you take another step, I'll kill you both and fed your remains to my companions."

                                                                  The couple heaved a sigh, not moving another muscle, as they had seen what he had done to the pirates in the tent. "I saved your life. My wife is 'urt and I need your 'elp." He knew that calling her as such would hopefully tug on the heartstrings of the married couple. And he was right. This woman had been left to die by her own spouse. Perhaps she would see favor in a man who wanted to save the life of the person he was suppose to have dedicated his life to. Alexander was validated in believing as much.

                                                                  She turned and started toward them across the platform. Her husband, who was balding and round, growled loudly as he wobbled around. "You think you can threaten us that way! You're no better than those...those monsters! Woman! Get back here!"

                                                                  But she didn't turn away, she was staring Alexander in the eyes. And he felt like she could feel his pain. Maybe he was no better than a pirate, a thief, or a beggar. But Belva was. She did not deserve to die on his account. "She is beautiful." The woman admitted with a small smile, reaching for Alexander's arm to pull him in the right direction.

                                                                  He almost couldn't find the courage to look down at the Queen, but he did anyway. His azure eyes finding the sparkling indigo colored irises below. "I've seen better." He joked softly, with a smirk.

                                                                  "This way, our house isn't far. "

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva couldn't but smile in response to the banter between the two of them, especially when he came to admit his failure in pursuing the pretty blond who had run off only to be left with the queen instead as well as his taste in women. "I can relate. That stout fellow of hers was quite the catch." She said with a light laugh only to cringe as pain shot through her side as a result. The walk was exasperating and with each passing moment she felt her thoughts growing hazy. Her head, light. And her limbs, weak. But even so she found comfort in the small conversation she shared between Alexander. His grip around had tightened and as she stumbled for a brief moment she heard him answer her initial statement concerning his beliefs on fate and the plans of the gods. The determination was evident in his tone and though she was too tired to respond with an encouraging remark it would seem as if he need not hear one. The elf then leaned forward, scooping her up into his arms to carry her as he then broke into a run. The sudden motion was enough to strike worry in the heart of the queen as she looked up at Alexander restlessly. Her eyes growing heavy and her breath thickening as she leaned her head upon his shoulder. She couldn't bear to think what would happen should the bleeding continue and her consciousness weaken. What would Alexander tell Bishop? The boy had already lost his father and his home, to lose the one who'd promised to take care of him and provide him with a future would destroy the boy. But perhaps there was hope even then..... Alexander was a decent man, good in his intentions and responded well to the boy. Bishop had taken a strong liking to him. One that was akin to that of his relationship with his father. Should she pass and he find it within him to accept, she was certain he'd do well in raising the boy. She could think of no one better to raise the child in her absence. It hurt her to think of such probabilities but she needed to be prepared for whatever was to come and plan for every possible outcome. Bishop at the very least would need her quick thinking should such a thing happen.

                                                                          By the time Alexander had reached the stairway she'd shut her eyes, convincing herself it was merely to rest for a moment if nothing more. However the sound of his voice calling out in hopes of attracting the attention of those ahead was enough to bring her to her senses. Looking up Belva found that he'd caught up with the two from the tent, both of which seemed eager to escape until he reminded them that he had in fact saved their lives..... and that his wife was hurt. A smile crept across her lips as she pried her eyes open and looked up at the elf. The counterpart of the woman wasn't nearly as interested in helping Alexander as his wife was and as he went on to insult him she felt her jaw stiffen angrily "What a charming man.........Your grandfather, I presume." she said quietly and grinned at her own joke before allowing her head to rest back on Alexander's shoulder with a sigh. Thankfully the woman hadn't heard as much as was clear in the demeanor in which she drew ever near. Her compliment was received with an uneasy smile as was Alexander's remark. She met his gaze with a smile before clearing her throat and offering a look of indifference. "Careful Zander. If you hurt my ego you might find yourself sleeping alone tonight." She teased back and found that she was slowly losing herself in his gaze. Twas a deadly thing to look at for too long as she had no doubt such expressions coming from him had the ability to captivate the heart of any woman he chose. It was his mouth on the other hand that ruined his chances. However, Belva was not deterred as she was slowly realizing she didn't mind either so much as she thought.

                                                                          The husband grumbled about the entire way, muttering his frustrations as his wife led them inside their home and into the study of their humble abode. There were strange knick knacks laying about and a large bookshelf off in the corner of the room with an array of symbolical figurines, models, and objects of the like that implied the two traveled often, no doubt in an attempt to exploit the woman's fortune telling abilities and make a profit. Strange pumpkin like fixtures illuminated the room with their light and odd peculiarities were scattered across the room, some pertaining to what she could only assume was witchcraft. An overwhelming sense of uneasiness consumed Belva and she looked up at Alexander with a weak grin before biting her inner cheek so as to stifle any tears threatening to break through. "Should things go badly...... And I'm not saying I'll be so quick to give in......... But please make sure he's happy. Bishop........... It's not fair for him to have had his future ripped from him twice." Her voice broke as she talked of the boy and a solitary tear found its way through. Yet she refused to allow it to defeat her. "He deserves better...... And when he comes of age........ make sure he claims Sonitus as he rightfully should........ Make sure he's happy..... As well as you." She let out a laugh as she considered her next statement before deciding that such glum words should only be followed by those that were uplifting in spirit. "And don't you dare wed, should my soul come back to haunt you." Well.... at least somewhat so.



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                                                                  Alexander carried Belva the rest of the way. He did not dare put her down to seem like more of a man. His pride was strong, but something in him was much more prominent. The elf hadn't noticed a lack of a heartbeat before. But he did notice that he now had one. It pounded louder in his ears, the closer they got to their destination.

                                                                  He shifted the woman in his arms upward and rested her against his chest, cradling her as if she were a child. He wanted to tell her his fears. He wondered if somehow the use of the Book had given his heart back. Or maybe he wanted so badly not be the man people believed he was, that he was merely imagining things. Still, now wasn't the time for such talks. He didn't know if he would trust these people. A witch had killed his sister, and should the same thing happen to Belva, these people would wish that they had never been born.

                                                                  He would not allow their kind to take another soul from him. Not someone he cared about. A person who risk their life to save his, even thought he didn't deserve such compassion. Part of him was starting to think that the Queen saw something good in him. And she had latched onto that part so tightly, it was starting to come to his forefront. Alexander hadn't really realized how much he had changed until now. He would have never done this before. Certainly not for a woman! But she was more than that. He always known it. But now, it was undeniable.

                                                                  He could only hope she didn't wind up with a man like this overweight scoundrel; one who would let his wife be killed right before his eyes without even putting up a fight. Belva had joked about him being his grandfather, but Alexander did not come from a family of cowards. He may have had the same disrespectful tone, yet that was all that the two men shared. If anything, the elf should have put him and his wife out their misery by sending his soul to the underworld where it belonged. There were few things that he loathed this way. And unfortunately for this man, he was one of them. Not only was he an a*****e, but he was slow. And Alexander was pressed for time.

                                                                  Luckily, the house wasn't far. It was off the main platform, back with a row of nice stone and marble homes. As they entered, he was directed down several stairs into a basement area. It seemed to be a study of sorts. Perhaps this was where she did all of her witchcraft. He could see a large bookcase adjacent from where he stood with Belva. It was a mess of reading materials and trinkets, covered in a slew cobwebs. It was made of old wood, and sitting next to a desk. There was a cot in the corner. He decided that was where he could put the Queen.

                                                                  She was already starting to lose her grip on reality. He knew that the pain must have been overwhelming for her. Not only that, but she was afraid of dying after she had just become Bishop's mother. She had lost a lot of blood. And was now speaking without much of a filter. Alexander only could only smile, though. It was nice of her to think that he would be a good father, when he had no example in life of how to properly tend to a child. In addition, she added a joke about his taking a wife. Which made him wonder if she was just joking, or if her joke held truth to it.

                                                                  "You want me to be 'appy? But you don't want me to get married and 'ave all the sex that my 'eart desires. Did you forget that I'm a man? I don't think that's fair." He teased, but his smile vanished. "You are not going to die. You'll be fine. I promise. And Bishop will still 'ave 'is mother."

                                                                  Alexander laid her down on the cot, and shook his hand once, hearing the wife and her husband in the background rummaging through the pile of junk behind their desk. His blade materialized quickly, running a gust wind through the house that sent a few papers fluttering to the ground. "I 'ope you're looking for a spell. Because if she ******** dies, so do the two of you."

                                                                  Both looked at him over their shoulders with wide eyes, shaking their heads and trying to find the right words to keep the elf from slaying them where they stood. "We're searching for a potion."

                                                                  "What is that thing anyway? Are you a demon?" The husband grumbled, getting back to work.

                                                                  All this talk of him begin something other worldly was starting to get under the elf's skin. "If I was evil, you'd both be dead already."

                                                                  "You have great power. Why can't you heal her yourself?"

                                                                  "If you ask me one more question, I'm going to cut your tongue out fatso. You won't be enjoying another meal for the rest of your gelatinous life."

                                                                  The man was struck with an indignant expression as his wife fought to hold back a laugh. "Ah! I found it." She said standing up and showing Alexander the glass vile. She scurried over to Belva and dropped to her side with a sigh. "You have a very passionate husband." The woman whispered in her ear. "You're lucky. He seems to care for you very much."

                                                                  Alexander felt something in that moment, a twinge of pain in his chest. He looked down, seeing the amber glow of his necklace; waving his hand, he allowed his sword to disappear. "I'm also pressed for time, woman. 'Urry up..." He mumbled, folding his arms across his chest in exasperation.

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva lifted her good arm and wiped beneath her eyes with a laugh as Alexander went on to speak of the irony within her own wanting to make sure he was happy whilst single as well. It was true, such a threat was unusual in itself and for a moment she questioned if there was some reason for her saying as much other than her jealousy, but quickly let it be as he went on to reassure her that she would live before then threatening their hosts in hope that they would pick up the pace. She was rather flattered by how zealous he was in the matter as well as brave for her sake. She'd known that he cared somewhat for her.... but never to the extent as he was behaving now. He seemed to portray a state of discord as he went from comforting her to checking on the couple's progress. A gust of wind had flushed through the house and she felt a sense of calm rush over her as they replied in stating that they were in the works of looking for one. With Alexander close by she trusted they would be able to do as much but if not....... She would simply have to pray that the gods sought favor in Bishop and Alexander and supplied them with a multitude of blessings in their life where she simply could not. Upon hearing the husband speak up and refer to the elf as possibly being a demon Belva smirked and shut her eyes as Alexander denied such accusations of being that of another world for the second time that very night. But it would seem as if that alone was simply not enough to silence the man and he went on to challenge him in speaking of the power he held and what he was capable of doing, suggesting that he should have been able to heal her for himself. Belva's eyes shot open and she eased up in her pain, propping herself up on her elbow, practically preparing to launch off the cot and strangle the man himself. Fortunately for the man Alexander had a way of explaining things. A way in which silenced most and intimidated others. Something she'd experienced first hand. She weakly eased herself back down and looked up at the elf with a smile, her sudden moment of strength depleted as soon as she saw that he was capable of speaking for himself. "I'd take his word for it love..... My husband's all bite and no bark." She taunted before grimacing as another pain shot through her side. It seemed as if it were growing.

                                                                          The fortune teller announced that she'd found a potion and almost immediately a wave of relief washed over Belva as she watched the woman kneel down, holding a strange vile in one hand. A yellow aura like smoke danced around inside the bottle as if it had a life force of its own and was merely aching to be released. The queen's shallowed breaths grew quickened as did her heartbeat as she feared what this might do to her as well as whether or not these would be her final moments. She wanted to tell Alexander something. Anything to reassure that he knew she meant him no ill intent in the past, not after she'd gotten to know him. She wanted him to know that she didn't hate him. Even if she tried to it simply wasn't as easy as he might have made it to be. And lastly she wanted him to know that she did care for him. Deeply. So much so that it frightened her in the ways that she observed him, how she found herself repeating things he'd said to her, what was note worthy, in her mind or how she'd started t catch on to his small quirks, or even how she no longer feared him when he was angry but felt compelled to prove herself worth his time. But as fate or the god's, whichever force was behind all that transpired on this earth they dwelled upon, would have it she hadn't even a fraction of the time needed to so much as say a word before the woman spoke once more. This time, Alexander's caring nature had been taken into account as well as how passionate he was in preserving Belva's life. The woman was right. The queen was lucky. "I.... Suppose he does.... He's of the special sort I'll give him that..... Not so many would be willing to put up with my antics..... My son can vouch for that, I assure you." She glanced at Alexander briefly before eying the vile as the woman removed the cork and began unraveling Belva's bandages. "He takes care of all of us..... He makes us strong when we're weak...."

                                                                          Her voice broke off whilst she was finishing her sentence and she held her breath as the Lady Quinn dipped her wrist so that its contents might spill onto her wound. But instead of coming out in a liquid form the potion swam through the air in a ribbon of golden smoke, seeking out the wound before it drifted closer and then, all at once, rammed itself inside. Belva screamed in distress as the light-like substance swam through her. She could practically feel it prying away at the flesh, burning through the damage caused by the blade. It was overwhelming and as tears began to flow down her face once more she grabbed hold of the sides of the cot, thrashing about as if to rid herself of the substance sent to cure her. And then, slowly but surely, she grew still. Belva's limbs went limp and her head fell back. Her eyes glossed over and grew dull and milky like that of a corpse. Her flesh grew cold and she became incapable of movement, her conscience a prisoner of her body.....And then the potion fled her, exiting from the wound in its smoke like form and returning to the bottle where the woman corked it as it grew blackened in color. The wound itself had been sealed upon the potion's departure and all that remained was an absurd mark resembling that of the sun. Grey at first, it changed in tone until it was merely a few shades darker than her own pale skin. As soon as the process had been completed the life returned to her eyes, her body temperature increased, and she regained control. Belva sat upright abruptly, letting out a loud gasp and placing her hands over her heart, shoulder, face and arms. Feeling both panicked and alive all at once. "By the gods......." She said in a trembling voice as she looked down at the sun scar and back at the woman, pulling her into an embrace before doing the same to Alexander. "Thank you...... Thank you."



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