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                                                                          B                                                                          elva did her best to avoid eye contact with those around her in fear of being swallowed by the guilt that was slowly creeping up on her. These were her people.... Daemos people.... Their people. And as their rulers they'd failed them. She doubted if any of these people knew who she was. She didn't expect them to. In the years she'd been married to Daemos she had rarely if ever left the castle grounds unless leaving to visit her own land that she'd left behind to be with her husband, now under the rule of her half brother. How had she not learned from him how to care for all reaches of the kingdom? Had she been so blind as to think that everything would take care of itself? The neglect was obvious. And it was her and Daemos who were to blame. Belva felt sick. The people in the streets looked within hours of passing as their brittle bodies rattled the cans in their hands simultaneously as they walked by in an eerie pattern that caused her to lay a hand on Phineus arm and pat him as if she were reassuring herself, through him. The voices of the souls inside the book whispered amongst each other quietly but upon the approach of an elderly man, filthy and frail, they spoke louder. Their tones were more aggressive as if they were trying to tell her something. Or maybe it was him they were trying to speak to. Either way, the words were inaudible as all the voices seemed to speak at once giving Belva cause for concern. She retracted her hand from Phineus and gently stroked the bag with a muffled, soothing, hush. But they did not cease their excited tones until after the man parted. Belva watched The elf curiously but kept her distance as the two exchanged subtle bickers between each other.

                                                                          A dark past..... and Free them. And Save us. The old man's words left Belva feeling confused and wary of the red haired man even more so than she had before. Silas on the other hand seemed eager to part and so they had. It wasn't until they approached a woman sitting by a well that she truly focused on the words spoken by either man. The woman looked up at Silas with an innocent, sweet, and adoring expression that left Belva smiling. She was but a young woman lost in a life such as this. And yet there was a strong presence about her that spoke of hardships endured. Something told her that despite her young age this woman was very wise and had hope that stretched for miles. But such high praise could only be thought of for so long until it was ruined by none other than the wounded elf. "I don't think anyone would want to eat the likes of you. Not even the starving mutts in the streets of Melinora." She mumbled but reverted back to holding her tongue as he mentioned killing both Silas and her, glaring at him as he glanced her way. Belva watched tentatively as they were led through a maze of homes built from basically whatever was around. It was certainly humbling, if not saddening to see anyone live in such conditions. She could only imagine the cold and heartless winters and their effect on these people as they struggled to survive. And again she was brought back to her original thought... If only she'd known.... If only she'd bothered to try....

                                                                          As the woman led then towards a building and opened the door Belva let out a gasp and brought a hand to her forehead in disbelief. The amount of people packed into one small domain.... and in such peril... women, children, and men alike lay about wherever there was room with blood smeared across their bodies, sores where they'd went for days laying without so much as a moment of movement and flies swarming about where dirty clothing lay piled in corners of the room. The cries of those in pain and experiencing extreme fevers echoed throughout the structure and Belva knew then that such sounds were far worse than those of the voices within the book, which oddly enough had fallen curiously silent for the most part. "All of these people.... Why didn't I know about this?" She asked aloud though the question was not meant to be answered. She followed the rest of the group led by the woman and a grumpy leader before standing at their side, clearly absorbed in the horrific scene in front of her. Her brow knit together and her chest heaved slowly as the door they'd just come through re-entered once more revealing a man carried in by two of his friends, his leg torn just above the knee and nothing but an empty space from there on down. His screams shook Belva to the core and she moved her hand to the side of her face in hopes of deflecting the pain it provoked but to no avail. This place... it was the epitome of suffering.



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                                                                  If he thought the moans and groans from the King's Book were unbearable, then the sounds of the ill in the infirmary was enough to make a man want to take his own life. Luckily, Silas had paid the woman he likely planned to spend the night with, a hefty amount to be sure that his companion didn't wind up just like these poor souls-- trapped here until they passed into the next life.

                                                                  Alexander was somewhere between life and death by the time two hardworking women of the hut came and removed his trousers. He lay naked on the floor, turned over on his stomach with his butt toward the ceiling, as they began laying minerals and herbs on his stab wound.

                                                                  Alexander wanted to take this time to think of ways he was going to cause Belva the same pain she had caused him, but he too busy worrying that someone was looking at his a**. He growled loudly, fighting the need for sleep.

                                                                  The man would have to admit, the Queen knew how to use a weapon. She had just missed his heart. And if he had not been onto her already, she likely would have been able to strike again and kill him. He wondered what gave her such motivation. Was the Book truly corrupting her husband, or was he already corrupted before he found it?

                                                                  It was just like a woman to be blinded by love in the beginning of a relationship. Courtship was always nice, but in marriage a person's true colors were revealed. Alexander needed to talk to Belva and find out the origins of the Book. He would simply have to do a better job of keeping an eye on her. She was a crafty b***h.

                                                                  "Could you at least 'ave some respect for my dignity and cover my rear!"

                                                                  "What dignity?" Silas laughed, at some angle Alexander couldn't see from his position on the ground. "You are dying, you have no dignity."

                                                                  If he was well, his partner would not dare talk to him this way. And it made his all the more vengeful and angry. "Dead, the lot of you." He promised, although his voice was now muffled-- as one of the woman pushed his face forcefully down into the straw, obviously unhappy with the all the squirming he was doing while they attempted to save his life. "And this stupid whore continues to pat my head like I'm some kind of dog! I 'ope one of you 'as an eye on...you know who...if I wake up and she's gone..."

                                                                  He didn't finish his sentence. The woman over him had enough of his calling her a whore and stuck him with a syringe filled with very potent medicine. "Oh thank God." Silas said with a chuckle as Alexander drifted to sleep-- his head falling heavy to the ground without warning.

                                                                  "He won't wake until the morning. You'll need to stay the night. There is an Inn next door, perhaps you'd like to get yourselves a room or two." She said softly, calling over her help to finish sewing up the elf's wound and wrap his torso in bandages.

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva hadn't enough time to recover from the horror that lay in front of her when she was suddenly presented with a scene just as startling. The women that came to aid the elf made quick work of what clothing he had on and stripped him down. Belva flushed at the sudden act and turned away abruptly only to be greeted by a herd of women who had stopped what they were doing to watch. Some remained stoic in their observation while others began giggling profusely to which Belva couldn't help but join in. It was not hard to find humor in it as the man began expressing his disdain and threw insults and threats about carelessly. Yet despite how serious he may have been, it was incredibly difficult for Belva to treat him as such. When mentioning his bare backside and Silas's remark on the man's lack of dignity to begin with Belva's hushed laughter doubled and for once since the beginning of their acquaintance she felt like smiling. In this state, he was harmless. And she might as well enjoy it while she could. Still the reality of the situation was quick to return and after she'd had her fair share in laughter she quieted down just enough to hear the end of the man's speech cut off by the swift injection served by their host, who no doubt had had enough of his foul remarks. It didn't take much to think up the rest of what he was going to say. Slit their throats? Murder them in their sleep? Skin them alive? Honestly the purpose behind bringing her along at all was still lost to Belva. He'd claimed he'd wanted the book. But he had not taken it. He'd said he'd kill her.... but he had not done so. And he reminded the men that she'd be of some worth and still he was removing her from the one kingdom where she was worth her weight in gold. So then what was his purpose? If he had wanted to sell the book so badly why have her accompany them?

                                                                          Belva's thoughts were shortly interrupted by the sound of the soft spoken woman who did well to care for her captor's wound and spoke of a inn not far off, next door even. Phineus gave a curt nod and the trio turned to take their leave. And yet as they did so, she could see the lingering looks drawn towards Silas. And despite it not being her place Belva almost wanted to warn her that such men ought not be entertained, especially by one so innocent. Alas, she held her tongue. She was a grown woman. And Belva had no place giving orders here. She dare not be so bold. "Don't worry.... At this point I don't see any use in aimlessly wandering around this part of the city at night. It would do neither of us any good." She whispered whilst looking ahead at the small worn building with a broken carved sign giving indication that it was in fact the inn. "Good..." Was all that Phineus said in response before stepping ahead of her and Silas and paying for their rooms. Her and Phineus to one, and Silas to the other. She did not question the arrangements as she felt it best not to. She wouldn't have had it any other way. As they passed through the halls shouts of anger, pleasure, and bickering alike could be heard and Belva could only wonder how it was that anyone would be able to sleep in such a place as this. The amount of damage to the interior of the building was far worse than the exterior and upon reaching their rooms, she opted not to sleep on the bunk made, but rather the floor with the covers beneath her. She simply did not want to think of the atrocities committed in bed and furniture alike. And with each passing hour she could feel the weight of her eyelids growing until finally she could stay awake no longer.

                                                                          Her dreams were dowsed in thoughts of plague, death, and starvation. All results of the place in which they'd chosen to stay the night and several times she'd awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of howls of pain not from her book, but rather outside their window as men and women passed by, rattling doorknobs and banging on glass in hopes of finding a place to sleep. Maniacal laughter filled the air at one point and as soon as she thought the being had left, the thunderous sound of them scraping their hands with great force against the window pane sent her sitting upright and covering her mouth so that she might prevent a startled scream from parting from her lips. "Shhhh. It will pass. Just try not to make any noise. If they know someone's inside they won't be so quick to part." Phineus was awake now and he too sat up with his hand on the hilt of his weapon, prepared to get up should the stranger on the other side break through. It wasn't until ten minutes time that they did as Phineus had said and left, taking their laughter with them. Still the incident did little to ease her troubled mind and Belva found it practically impossible to sleep the remainder of the night away. She could only pray that Daemos was having a more pleasant sleep despite the absence of her and the book alike. Surely now was the time when she regretted leaving.... Had she been foolish to think she could handle this journey alone? After all, she'd managed to become a hostage right after stepping out of the castle. If that wasn't an omen then she didn't think such things existed.

                                                                          Morning came with time and she felt the exhaustion of a restless night settling into her bones. But in her stubbornness Belva did not dare sleep in and tried to push back the experience she'd had of that night as well as the constantly fleeting paranoia that she'd secretly felt as she lay their in the dark... Paranoia that somehow the red haired elf would find his way into the inn and slaughter her while she slept. That being said, it was no surprised when she lacked the ability to get a decent amount of rest. Phineus was up long before she and it was apparent that he was used to such dangerous surroundings by how calmly he'd reacted just hours ago. Despite how valuable a trait that was, she hoped she never became accustomed to such surroundings and eagerly jumped at the opportunity to leave the inn if for a short while. "We should check on Alexander and see if he survived the night." She nodded though was hoping that the woman's drug still had some disabling effects. Preferably on his foul mood as she feared the possibility of retaliation for what she'd put him through.



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                                                                  Alexander was a man who always had so much on his mind that his dreams were often abstract. The images he saw were paintings that didn't move, and there was never any sound. It was terrifying. And normally he preferred to stay awake as long as possible. But unfortunately, he hadn't had a choice in the matter. Although he did happen to hear the giggle of many women before he slipped into this state of unconsciousness. At least they had something good to look at before they went off to sleep.

                                                                  The least the Queen could have done, since she was the one to put him in this hell, was take off her brassiere. If everyone got to see his a**, he at least wanted to have something in return. She was lucky he wasn't like other men. The man had not interest in her body. He only wanted for her knowledge. And her traveling with him, was so that the King would be less likely to burn the entire forest down trying to exact revenge on the man who had his Book. Daemos was dangerous. And Alexander was well aware that he was playing with fire.

                                                                  When he woke that morning, there was no sunlight. Every window in the hut was blocked by another hut's window juxtapose to it. He didn't even understand the logic in having them in the first place, but only questioned it in his mind for a second before he rolled himself over. He was still naked, but there was a burlap cover over his lower half. The material wasn't very comfortable, and his skin was red with irritation from it. Again he felt that nagging condition called sympathy for these people. He would have rather laid upon the floor of the forest for a night then in here.

                                                                  But at least he was alive, and that meant he was still capable of killing people. Silas was first, then Belva, then whoever else had been snickering at him while his a** was turned up for the world to see! The man shifted his gaze, making note of his clothes folded and washed. Even the hole in his jacket had been mended. His eyes looked around the room of slumbering folk, yet he didn't see anyone to thank, so he kept the words in his mouth. He hadn't really wanted to speak them anyway. And even if he tried they probably wouldn't come out like he planned.

                                                                  Alexander dressed himself, and checked his pockets for his coins and potions-- it was all there. With that, he carefully tip-toed from the infirmary and out into the ally. The sky was an array of blues, purples, and pinks as the sun had just peeked from beneath the horizon. As it did yesterday, the lower region of Sonitus looked an absolute wreck, if not worse. There were shredded pieces of newspaper all over the pathway, broken bottles, and human feces. To say the least, Alexander was disgusted.

                                                                  He saw Phineus and Belva exit the Inn-- Silas not too far behind, and rolled his eyes at them, waving them toward the main path. "Zander! How are you feeling?" Silas called, fumbling to put on his ruby colored jacket over his white tunic.

                                                                  "As if you care." He rebutted harshly, obvious venom in his tone. The elf was at least happy to see they had managed to keep an eye on the woman.

                                                                  As they moved out into the circular path in the center of town, Alexander stopped abruptly. It was the sound of a whimper that caught his attention, and the gravely growl of an attacker. Alexander's eyes widened, at the sight of the beast. It was very large in size and was not alone; there were two other's like him. They stood outside of the shop that they had passed, where the elder had stopped him last night. He had a child by the throat and was slowly lifting him into the air, screaming in his face, as the people coward in fear. Not one lifted a hand to save the boy's life.

                                                                  He had seen Orcs before. They were fearsome mercenaries that hated and despised everything, even themselves. "You are the oracles son! You have visions! Tell me where the Queen is!"

                                                                  The boy was choking, but the brute likely didn't even notice that he was about to snap his neck clear off. Alexander was convicted inside-- the face was familiar. This was the child whose coins he had tossed to the ground in the Square yesterday. "You're not going to get any answers if you separate his 'ead from 'is vital organs." He shouted from across the way, rather matter of factually.

                                                                  The Orc heard him, and turned his head, dropping the boy into the dirt. His eyes however, weren't on Alexander, but rather Belva. "It seems we have found her." He breathed, as the pact of three moved froward, approaching the group with long, stomping strides that practically shook the Earth.

                                                                  "I hope you know what you're doing..." Silas whispered, moving to his side. "Since when are you the hero?"

                                                                  "I may 'ave dumped all of that kids coins in the dirt and blew my nose in 'is coin pouch. Thennnnn, I might 'ave shoved 'im to the ground in pursuit of the King's caslte."

                                                                  Silas groaned in utter disbelief and looked at him with reprimand. "A child?!"

                                                                  "The brat was getting on my ******** nerves..." Alexander hissed, as the Orcs moved in, now only a few feet away.

                                                                  "Hand her over!" It roared.

                                                                  "Who request her presence?"

                                                                  "The King, his royal Highness."

                                                                  "And he sent Orcs to hunt down 'is beloved wife?"

                                                                  The creature in the center grinned devilishly. "Whatever gets the job done."

                                                                  "Run!"

                                                                  With that the three split off, Silas, Alexander, and Phineus all in different directions; Phineus grabbing Belva by the arm as the Orcs broke off as well chasing after them.

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                                                                          S                                                                          tepping out into the sunlight, Belva was blinded by its rays as it contrasted greatly with the dim lit rooms of the inn and rubbed her eyes repeatedly before allowing herself to look over their surroundings with a clearer, well adjusted view. but the first thing she saw was a bit less than pleasant. She followed as the other two men led the way to join Alexander on the main path and though he was moody as was his signature behavior it seemed, thankfully he wasn't nearly as confrontational. Still, they had a whole day to change that. "Seems even medicine can't cure your sour disposition. That's a shame." She mocked but was quick to put her thoughts to the side as the Alexander stopped and looked at something ahead of them. She turned in time to see a large, burly man. Far taller than anyone she'd ever seen and his companions were just as brutish. The one in the middle however was of the most concern for in his hand was a small child. The gasps for air made Belva's heart leap and she looked around desperately.... But no one was doing anything. Everyone seemed just as shell shocked by the giant men's presence and she could only watch as the beast's grip grew ever tighter, threatening to crush the boy. But it was then that his words stunned her into a state of further dismay. They were looking for her. Apparently Daemos had been so desperate as to seek out the lowliest of beings as this was no way a simple search was carried out. Had he gone mad?

                                                                          Speaking of which.........

                                                                          "You're not going to get any answers if you separate his 'ead from 'is vital organs." Alexander said, calling out to them from across the way. She was surprised that he'd even bothered. Someone who was so eager as to threaten those around him with death or bodily harm seemed incapable of caring for someone so helpless as a child. But perhaps that was the reason why he'd done so. Nonetheless, Belva was.... impressed? Unfortunately the one holding the child by the throat felt otherwise and did not take the good deed to heart. Instead, Alexander's words brought on the negative attention of the lot and she couldn't stop her body from working against her, backing away showing that she was incapable of being brave in the face of such intimidating beings. The one that walked ahead of the others had released the child by now and was making his way towards them, aware that she was accompanying Alexander and the men, and demanded that they hand her into his possession. Belva turned to Alexander with a wide eyed expression, uncertain what he could do to stop them and yet silently begging that he would not allow them to take her. As much as she hated this man.... she'd rather take her chances with him than back home where she would have to explain herself to Daemos. And by how ludicrous his actions were, sending these giants after them, she did not feel that the castle was a safe place for her anymore. Not now at least.

                                                                          Silas and Alexander did well in delaying any immediate action but as soon as the desperation of Daemos attempts to retrieve her and the book came to light they scattered like flies. Alexander took off on his own as did Silas while Phineus took hold of her hand and ran with her in tow. The orc that had followed them was fast.... Faster than any man. Had she been alone she was certain that she would have been caught within a moments time, however with the strength of Phineus on her side the man was able to quit literally propel her forward where her steps did not fall in sync with his own. The thunderous steps of the orc increased and he let out a vicious snarl as he swung a hand out her way, tripping and giving him just enough momentum to stretch a bit further to which he grabbed hold of her leg. Belva let out a cry as she was ripped from Phineus grip and slammed into the ground only to look up and see that he had turned back to retrieve her. Phineus gave the orc a swift kick in the jaw, causing him to let go of her briefly and allowing her to scramble off the path and take hold of Phineus hand once more. And so the chase resumed. As they bolted through a crowd of people Belva caught sight of a fruit cart and upon passing by it she grabbed hold of the cart's handle and threw it behind her, serving as an obstacle for the orc who was still very hot on their trail and causing him to stumble. In his anger, he pulled at what had appeared to be a stick but was soon shown to be a flail, swinging it about each time he felt he was within striking distance of the pair. Belva screamed as the flail smashed into the ground where she had been seconds ago, barely missing her and turned away to focus ahead.

                                                                          They darted around a large circuit of stone structures and Phineus weaved his way through them only stopping when the sound of the orc faded. He pulled her behind a hut and the two gasped for air as they pressed their backs to the cool stone, doing as best they might to hear over the pounding of their own hearts. All was early silent..... that is... until the slight roll of a rock that had been accidentally kicked on Belva's side of the structure came into view. Phineus yanked the queen out of the way just in time as the orc smashed his flail into the wall, exposing himself. The two turned to run but found that they'd gone right into a dead end, A large wall rest twixt two huts, closing them in like a cage. Belva and Phineus turned back to look at the orc who was now laughing, a sound so sickening and inhumane that she wanted to grind her teeth and burn her ears till they were no more than stubs of flesh.



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                                                                  Alexander did not want to leave Belva. If she was what they were after then he wanted to stay close. But he also didn't want to move in the same direction as Phineus either. These Orcs were likely under the impression that they had taken the Queen, and would crush them in an instant if their were any idle moments.

                                                                  No, he needed to trust that his companions would be alright until he took care of the first one, and depleted their numbers. And despite his confidence that he could do this, he was cursing the human side of him that feared for that boy's life. Still, he heard what the Orc said. The boy was an oracle's son. And he could possibly be of some use to him, especially since he was putting his neck on the line.

                                                                  Alexander had almost forgotten that he had been stabbed last night. But the pain was quick to return as he took off across the circle, past one of the mercenaries that had leaped for him and landed in the dirt. There was a bucket on the ground by the stone well that someone had left behind. Alexander reached down, groaning loudly as he felt the fresh stitches in his wound stretch.

                                                                  Inside he was cursing the Queen's name. She was the devil! A demon in the guise of a woman! He wasn't certain yet how he was going to make her pay for what she had done. However, the man knew that when the time came it would glorious. Perhaps when he was done with her, he would tie her to a stake in the woods, and let the coyotes feast on her flesh. The mere thought almost brought a tear to his eye.

                                                                  Still, he thought about the way she looked at him before they were forced to part. Her eyes seemed to pleading with him. The elf wanted to vomit.

                                                                  Swiftly, coming back to reality, he realized that he was still being perused. The Orc was stomping the ground, grinding his teeth, and calling out profanities as Alexander reached the well. He bent down and grabbed the metal bucket, whirling around as the mercenary threw a punch that broke clear through the center. The elf was stunned at first, pulled it forward and lifted his leg to land a kick the abdomen of the Orc, in the hopes of winding it momentarily.

                                                                  The creature bellowed loudly as Alexander reached inside his jacket for two knifes, with impeccable precision he flung one of them and pierce it in the eye. It cried out loud, a horrible noise that distracted him for a moment and caused him to cover his ears. The Orc was launching forward now, at green blood oozed from it's eye socket. Alexander swiftly moved to the side and turned around kicking the creature in the rear. It fell over.

                                                                  He ran and jumped on it back reaching down with the other knife and slit it's throat. Breathlessly he stood up, wasting no time grieving over the lost soul. He turned around, his eyes scanning the quarters for Silas or Phineus. But he saw neither. Alexander cursed under his breath and started in pursuit of his comrades. His feet were quick, the elf was incredibly agile and graceful as he moved through the streets toward another path; one he believed he saw Phineus bolt into with Belva.

                                                                  His heart was pounding, and his back was aching so purposefully he thought he might burst from the pain, but he didn't stop. He pushed through the scattering townsfolk and came into circle of stone buildings where his companion and their hostage had been corner by an Orc. Alexander was so angry at this point that he could barely see two feet into front of him. He had to stop for a moment, and regain his composure before running and jumping up onto the creatures shoulders. His body swung down and around the Orcs neck with such speed and strength that it toppled over and Alexander acrobatically landed on his feet. With one smooth move he jumped down with his knife and drove it into it's neck.

                                                                  Alexander got up and stumbled backward dizzily, as he glanced toward Phineus and Belva to be sure they were in one piece. The elf's chest heaved in and out as he attempted to catch his breath, but there was no time. Silas could be heard screaming much like that of a woman as he came running down the path, another Orc chasing after him. Alexander was far too weak to fight another; his hand was trembling and he dropped his knife.

                                                                  "Alexander!" Phineus called with concern.

                                                                  "I'm fine, just shut up!" He choked, looking to see Silas leading the Orc up onto the roof of one of the huts via a wooden ladder. "The b*****d is unarmed. I just need the energy to take'em a weapon. Phineus, you're too big for the roof, if both of you and the Orc are up there...you will fall right through." Alexander's eyes found Belva. He didn't expect her to go-- why would she help them?

                                                                  This was a disaster.

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva felt the fear building up within her as the orc closed in on her and Phineus and prepared herself for what was to come. But just as she felt that surrender was near, a figure appeared down the alleyway and her eyes widened, uncertain whether or not she should be more afraid of the orc or of Alexander. Especially as he bolted towards the three of them with a look on his face that could kill. And so he did, as his body leapt up and swung on the creatures neck before systematically landing, returning to the orc, and landing a final blow. If Belva hadn't been afraid of Alexander, such a kill without hesitation was enough to cause her to feel just as much. She backed away from him with a furrowed brow as the man dropped the knife and took a heavy intake of air. She turned to Phineus and soon followed his gaze as Silas appeared and began scaling a hut in a desperate attempt to escape. But he would be cornered. This she knew as did Alexander as he noted that Silas had no weapon. Alexander was not in the condition to be gallivanting about on rooftops. And Phineus was much too large. It was settled that there was clearly no way of saving Silas, not unless someone of right size and with enough energy could go to his aid. But that would mean.... Surely they didn't mean her..... Oh but they did. She could see it in the infuriated gaze of Alexander that he was thinking just as much. She didn't know these men, as she had reminded herself many times before. As far as she was concerned Alexander was a self rightous, greedy, jack a** with. Phineus, was gentle and kind. And Silas.... Well there had been worse men in the world. That being said she held no ill feeling of heart towards the latter and seeing as she was not nearly as cold as Alexander would like to believe, she wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong. She was capable and when given the chance, would help those in need. Even if he thought so little of her.

                                                                          Without a moment to lose belva pushed past Alexander, careful to avoid any actual contact with the man, and grabbed the flail that lay by the gurgling orc corpse. It was god awful heavy but she hadn't time to complain. For extra measure, she snatched Alexander's knife off the ground and stuck it twixt her teeth before glancing up at him. "Shut up." Whatever he was going to say, she didn't want to hear it. And with that the queen rushed for the ladder and struggled to ascend it as she used one hand to dangle the flail at her side and the other to hold onto each individual rung as she went up. Halfway up she made the mistake of slightly swinging the flail causing the entire ladder to tilt towards the heavier side, she whimpered through clenched teeth as she shifted the other way and straightened it back out before finally reaching the edge of the roof. The orc was closing in on Silas. She used the moment he made eye contact with her to roll the flail over to him before pulling the knife out of her mouth and stabbing the orc in the foot. It hollered with unspeakable pain and looked down at her with fury burning beneath its eyes. The Orc grabbed Belva by the hair, pulling her up onto the hut with ease and pulled back a closed fist but before he could release it and do her harm she frantically began clawing at his face. Her nails left behind several lines of red, exposed flesh but it did little to deter the orc's wrath. He flung her down, causing her to roll near the edge of the rooftop and tumble of the side. At the last minute she was able to grab hold of the ledge and looked above as the orc loomed over her with a look that purely reminded her of the one Alexander had given her when he'd confronted her in the alley by the castle.

                                                                          She was in a tough spot... but she was determined to make use of what was around her. It would be enough to give Silas a distraction. And so with the hand that lay at her side she reached over and pulled the knife back out of his foot, twisting, much like she had when she'd stabbed Alexander. The orc realed back screaming profanities as it looked down at the damaged appendage and began progressing towards her once more just as she was beginning to inch her way back over towards the ladder. "I've had enough of you, you little b***h. Daemos' money isn't worth seeing each and every one of you ripped apart at the limbs." He growled and yanked her arm away from the ladder, placing a foot on her shoulder, and slowly began to pull. Belva screamed in agony as the pain intensified and let go of the roof only to dangle by the arm the orc was holding onto as well as attempting to pull it out of its socket.



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                                                                  Alexander was surprised when she started past him; he almost asked her where she was going, but it obvious when she picked up the flail that she preparing to save his companion's life. Belva was unpredictable. He certainly had not taken her type who would help a group of no good scoundrels.

                                                                  Perhaps it was Phineus, the man was easy to get along with and had a good heart, despite his running with a bad crowd. Maybe she saw something in him that made her want to assistant them in their time of need. Whatever the case, Alexander could feel the weight lifting off his shoulders. With the way his body was trembling he wouldn't have made it up the ladder. It was a long ways to the roof and it already had enough weight. She was considerably smaller than either he or his partner. Belva was Silas' only hope.

                                                                  It seemed for good measure she was also going to take his knife-- perhaps for her own protection? He couldn't be sure. Yet, what surprised him most were her words. His eyebrows knitted together in his shock, but his mouth didn't move to make words. He didn't know what to say. A woman had never spoken to him so boldly before.

                                                                  Alexander couldn't help the strange feeling that ran through him in that moment as she rushed off into dangerous territory. His azure eyes watched her carefully as she left them, his expression slowly softening as she reached the ladder. And it wasn't until Phineus put a hand on his shoulder that he came back to reality. When he turned his head to look up at the half-giant, he was grinning ridiculously down at him-- as if he had caught Alexander in the act of something that no one was ever meant to see.

                                                                  The elf scoffed and shoved him away, as he eased toward the hut, just in case Silas or Belva needed him. "What the 'ell are you looking at?" He grumbled.

                                                                  "She is quite a woman."

                                                                  "She's quite a pain my a**." He spat on the ground at the thought that the Queen could be anything more than a hindrance. Phineus only chuckled lightly, following behind him as they moved toward the ladder in the hopes of seeing their companion come down safely.

                                                                  Meanwhile, Silas was still trying to catch his breath. The man was doubled over, holding his stomach with the fear that his lungs were about to burst. Luckily, Belva was a distraction and had helped take the attention off of him. But he didn't know if he had the strength to save her. Still, he always repaid his debts. He may not have been a man of honor, but he had a code.

                                                                  And so, he mustered up all the energy he had left before reaching for the flail she had tossed him; careful with his movements, because he could feel the hay of the hut shifting beneath him. The Orc was moving too much, and there was a possibility all three of them could fall through. Although, it seemed Belva's chances of falling to her death were much higher. She was dangling over the side...

                                                                  "Zander!" He called, slowly slinking toward the side to see if he could find the man.

                                                                  Alexander was well on his way, his boots pounding the dirt of the path until he reached the side where Belva was hanging. The Orc had her by the arm, and he was sure that her pain and fear were great. But it seemed she had accomplished what she set out to do.

                                                                  Silas was swinging the flail above his head now, but Alexander wasn't quite under her yet, and Phineus was far behind him. His companion struck the Orc with the steel spikes of his weapon, causing it to scream out and release the Queen.

                                                                  The woman was falling now, toward the ground, and Alexander still wasn't quite there yet. God, his heart was assaulting his rig cage, and he thought his legs might give out before he reached her, but that was not the case. He threw out his arms and she miraculously fell right into them. Albeit, the impact almost knocked the wind right out him. Nevertheless he had her, and the Orc came tumbling down over the side soon after, splatting right next to him.

                                                                  "Sorry!" Silas called, knowing he had almost squashed them both.

                                                                  Alexander only winced slightly, the sound had been unexpected and made his skin crawl. His gaze then fell toward the woman he had cradled in his arms. She was bruised a bit, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. So he dropped her-- right into the dirt.

                                                                  "Alexander!" Phineus growled as he made his way over, heaving from the run. He was obviously displeased with his treatment of the woman who had almost KILLED him the night before.

                                                                  "I really need to change my name." He snapped, turning away from them as he moved back toward the Circle they had left in hopes of departing quickly from this godforsaken town. "Bloody Queen is isn't worth the trouble..."

                                                                  Silas hastily made his way down the ladder, watching as the elf walked off-- shaking his head. "Belva...thank you..."

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                                                                          S                                                                          he felt as if her joint was going to be ripped right out of its skin and the pain only worsened with each passing second that Silas hesitated. Certain she was about to lose her arm to the orc, she could feel the tears welling up as she tried to focus on anything but the sharp daggers that were crawling through the limb as it continued to be stretched. She heard Silas call out to Alexander but didn't see what help he could have been at this point. It wasn't until Silas finally struck the orc that she realized it wasn't just her limb she was going to lose, but her life as well. Belva went falling to the earth, her arm outstretched as she stared up at the rooftop as if she could reverse time and re-establish her grip on the ledge. But she did not regret what she'd done. Even as she weighed the fact that her death was a direct result of saving a man who would more than likely continue his shameful ways as a thief and a street rat, he was a man nonetheless and she took no one's life for granted.... With the exception of Alexander of course, though the fact that he'd saved Phineus and herself made it all the more difficult to make a firm opinion on whether or not allowing a man like that to live was such a good idea. Just before she thought she was going to hit the ground she felt herself come into contact with something sturdy, or rather someone. Looking at him in disbelief, Belva gasped for air as she came to recognize none other than Alexander. He had caught her? The queen couldn't discern whether she was simply shocked or thankful, but it was a mixture of both as well as relief that she was in one piece. Suddenly a look in his eye spoke of ill intent and her face paled as she felt him release her.

                                                                          Belva fell onto the ground and cried out briefly as she sat up and saw the corpse of the fallen rooftop orc laying in a heaping pile next to her. She scurried away from it before easing her way to her feet and feeling for the bag strapped across her chest to make sure that no damage had come to it nor the book of howls. "You a**." She coughed and waved away the dust cloud that had formed around her before nodding towards Silas. "It was nothing." She said calmly sighed as she went about dusting herself off. She took a step forward in hopes of catching up to Alexander and giving him a piece of her mind when a small voice reached out to her from behind. Looking back a small figure could be seen running towards the group, though Alexander didn't look like he was too eager to stop. Still, the figure continued his pursuit. Hey! Hey wait!" It was a child..... A young one at that and his clothing was filthy from being tossed about. It was none other than the boy that had been assaulted by the orcs prior to their appearance. The boy who Alexander had saved. "Mister wait! I have to tell you something!" It wasn't long until he finally caught up, well out of breath and barely able to make out what it was he had to say to begin with. He reached out to grab hold of Alexander's jacket to give it a quick tug but thought better and instead settled with standing in front of him to force him to come to a halt.

                                                                          "I wanted to say thank you for saving my life. My father saw what you'd done for me and he said he'd like to have a word with you, if you could spare him the time of day." The child's bravery in approaching Alexander was rather amusing and Belva found herself smiling over at the boy, to which he saw and caused his face to light up as if he'd been encouraged by the expression. "If you hadn't said something.... Well I don't think I'd be here anymore." Belva could already list off all the smart a** remarks Alexander might work with in hopes of removing the child from their presence. But in hopes of keeping him around should he chose to use his undeniable 'charm', Belva spoke up. "They said you were the oracle's son. Is that true."

                                                                          "Yes mam. I see things."

                                                                          He did not elaborate on what he meant, but he didn't need to. The words alone said it all.



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                                                                  Alexander wanted Belva to stay several feet behind him; that was part of the reason he was moving so fast. The elf didn't want to accidentally kill her.

                                                                  Of course, he was without a weapon at this point. And would merely use his hands to choke her to death if she so much as breathed a word. She likely had something to say-- when didn't she? But he had things to do. Things that didn't involve her getting in the way.

                                                                  And yet, she was not the annoyance that followed him through the quarter. Instead it was the child, the same one who had been begging him for money the day before in the Square; the same one who had almost gotten him killed by Orcs-- what did he want? Did he want blood? Was that next?

                                                                  Alexander was tired, and bitter. But he was cognizant that nothing worth having was easy. Therefore, the elf had prepared himself for hardships. No matter what came his way, he wanted to be prepared to fight for what he wanted. He was well equipped, and had coin to spare; the man had practiced and trained for sword play and hand to hand combat. And yet, he was caught off guard by the presence of a woman. Surely, he liked the females in his bed. But there no place for them when it came to journeying.

                                                                  She had already set them back a day by being brash and stabbing him. Yes, he had made a few empty threats, but he hadn't any intention of actually hurting her until she began resisting! What was this will to live that everyone had-- it made Alexander's life much harder than it needed to be.

                                                                  The boy once again was tugging on his jacket to get his attention, and Alexander was forced to halt because the nuisance was now in his way. He acknowledged his gratitude, but didn't want it. "If I 'ad not said anything, I would 'ave been better off." He rebutted simply, rolling his eyes as Belva spoke.

                                                                  Why did she talk? Why hadn't he blindfolded and gagged the b***h already?

                                                                  She certainly needed a cloak; a way to cover her face so that no one would recognize her on the way out. It was then that he regretting cutting her garment from her body when they first met. "I see things too, like you getting out of my way." Alexander reached down and picked the kid up off the ground by the back of his vest, moving him aside fairly easily before breaking into stride again. However, he could hear the sound of Silas coughing into a closed fist.

                                                                  It was the sign; the one they made when they took their blood oath to one another and became brothers. When one of them, thought another had a terrible idea that would get them all killed, they made the noise thrice as a signal.

                                                                  Alexander stopped, knowing he was bond by that oath and turned. He was forced to at least hear the man out. "Zander, we can't simply walk out of the Kingdom now. You saw the Orcs, there are probably more. We need to see if this oracle can help us get out of Sonitus without risking the Queen and the...Book."

                                                                  "Silas, the boy 'sees' things. 'E doesn't make mountains move."

                                                                  "Well neither do you. So I would rather take my chances with him."

                                                                  Alexander ran his tongue against the inside of his cheek in frustration-- then titled his head downward. "Make it quick." He warned the boy.

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva was surprised by how unaffected the child was by Alexander's sour attitude and scowled as he continued to treat the boy poorly, though she assumed his saving him in the first place was about all he was capable of doing to make up for years of sin in one day. That's about as far anyone was going to get with him and she shouldn't have expected anything more. Still, the least he could have done was addressed the young man with some sort of decent reply. Instead he went on to state that it would have been better if he'd allowed the child to die by not saying anything and that he was in the way. The queen was astounded by the man's lack of restraint. He certainly did say what he pleased without consequence as well as without a care as to how the one on the receiving end felt towards such statements. Strangely enough the young man did not react towards this but instead crossed his arms calmly and waited as if knowing that somehow he would get what it was he wanted. And when he did, his face shone as bright as the smoke coming out of the huts to keep their occupants warm would allow. He reached out to grab Alexander's hand but in knowing that such an action would only serve for him to lose it Belva shot out her own and took his grip instead. "Ah, no no, here why don't you take my hand instead." She said with a weak smile and he looked up at her curiously. "But what if he doesn't follow or he can't keep up?" He asked innocently causing her smile to widen tremendously. "Don't worry. If there is anything reputable about this man it's ability to be quick on his feet if he wants something bad enough. And lucky for both of us I have what he wants."

                                                                          The boy looked from Alexander to her and then nodded with a wide eyed look of understanding. "Oooooohhhh...." His sudden assumption caused her to give a look of wild surprise as well and she shook her head furiously. "No nothing like that.... Lets just.... Take us to your father." She said with a furrowed brow and did her best not to look as disturbed as she felt before giving Alexander a detestable look, expressing her disapproval over his behavior towards the child. "I don't think we caught your name, child." She said gently as she looked back towards the small figure who was now leading them hastily up the path towards the center of town. "My name is Bishop. My father says I was named after my mother's brother, but I never met him. Or her. What's yours?" His brief explanation brought a small look of sympathy to her face as she looked down at Bishop. By the sound of it his mother had passed. It wasn't a far fetched theory considering where he lived but it was saddening nonetheless. "Belva. My name is Belva." The boy looked up at her knowingly and it was then that he may have asked merely to be polite. She had a sneaking suspicion he'd already known who she was, as the orcs had implied. "So you are the queen!" He said happily and quickened his pace into a jog, causing her to do just as much.

                                                                          "And who are they?"

                                                                          "That there would be Silas and Phineus." she said with a quick gesture of her hand towards the men in back.

                                                                          "And the angry, pointy eared man?"

                                                                          "Her name would be Alexia. Queen of distant lands and slaughterer of orcs." She said in an all too serious tone. But Bishop knew better and could only laugh in amusement. "She's very pretty." She was surprised he'd been so eager to play along but it seemed that this boy was full of enthusiasm and was just as witty as any adult. As they approached the small shop where the scene of the attack had taken place Bishop released Belva's hand and beckoned them inside. "Father, I've brought them as you asked, two queens and two warriors." He called and ran towards the back of the shop where the faint clatter of tin cans and objects of of the like could be heard shifting about. Belva looked around and saw that the shop itself was rather clean.... but so was it's shelves of anything worth purchasing. It was apparent that this man, whoever he may be, did not make a living purely on what he sold alone. There were other things at work here, if the muttering of the book of howls didn't hint as much. She turned to the men behind her with a questioning look though felt slightly foolish having to ask. "What is... an oracle, pray tell? And why might one be hiding in this part of the kingdom?" She did not condone dishonesty nor the misuse of one's gifts and if an oracle was anything like what she suspected it to be than surely he had the ability to use his services to escape the poverty of such a land as they were invaluable. The fact that one chose to live here with his family in such conditions was lost to her. But then again.... perhaps this was because she had yet to experience life outside of the comfort of the palace.



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                                                                  Alexander almost shivered when the boy reached for his hand. Such gestures were beyond his comprehension. And he felt that they were for the weak.

                                                                  To prove his point, Belva stepped in to quickly take his place. Obviously aware that this child was about to receive the beating of his life. He expressed that his concern was Alexander not following through on his word. And to that the Queen had a witty response as always, to which the elf rolled his eyes.

                                                                  However, the child must have known a thing or two about what men commonly wanted from women. And nodded his head-- eyes wide as a black hole. A strange sound left his mouth. And it was in that moment that Alexander was sure he might vomit. This boy had clearly inferred something from that statement that had more to do with pleasure than business.

                                                                  Belva was quick to rebuttal, causing the elf to scoff loudly. "If it were titties and a** I was after, I'd surely find it in a smaller package." Once again he was referring to her size. The woman wasn't fat by any means, but he knew it was an insult that would quickly get under her skin. Especially being as it seemed she no longer had a husband that would lay in bed with her every night to reassure her confidence. Not after she had stolen from him.

                                                                  Alexander was sure Daemos would kill her, maybe not right away, but soon enough. He may not have been able to understand the souls, but it was likely the King could. All of Belva's secrets would be made known in time, and he would have her executed for treason. The thought made him grin devilishly, but the expression quickly became a frown when Silas cut in, speaking between clenched teeth. "He is a child. Could we save the talk of boobs and butts until he is at least out of earshot."

                                                                  The boy and Belva continued to talk. He introduced himself and the Queen introduced the scoundrels she had been kidnapped by, and the one man she had so kindly stabbed the night before. When she called him Alexia he was tempted to stop and punch her face in. But the boy had already caught onto the teasing and started to play along.

                                                                  Alexander looked back at Silas and laughed-- it was sudden and abrupt. "The so called child is starting early... already 'olding the 'and of a whore."

                                                                  Phineus groaned, unable to handle the unnecessary remarks of his companion, as the boy finally lead them to a shop in the Circle. It was the same entrance where he had been attacked by the Orcs. Bishop waved them inside.

                                                                  Alexander noted the shelves. The place was surprisingly well kept, given that this was the lower part of town, but there wasn't anything here worth purchasing. Everything seemed to be a part of something else. Nothing was a whole product. He was selling useless parts. Or maybe, that was what he wanted them to think.

                                                                  The sound of the man clanging things together in the background was not nearly as annoying as the child introducing him as a Queen in the foreground. Alexander would be sure to add this boy to the list of murders he was bound commit. "A fortune teller." He responded to Belva's question briefly.

                                                                  There was an oak counter adjacent to them, and as they approached an older gentlemen popped his head up. "The elder...from the corner..." Silas whispered in surprise.

                                                                  Once again, the elf was unhappy, and it was written all over his face. It had been strange yesterday when they first met, but now it made sense. The man had been having a vision. "Ah yes!" He smiled, his body was hunched over slightly and he was terribly short, only a head higher than his son. He had gray hair and crystal colored eyes. "The young man I had seen in my vision. You saved us from the Orcs wrath."

                                                                  Alexander shrugged his shoulders. "Apparently, I couldn't think of better way to spend my morning."

                                                                  The elder laughed heartily at his disdain and looked at Belva; his gaze was loving and welcoming. "The lovely Queen. If my predictions serve me right you are in possession of the Book. You mean well, but your plan will fail." The old man then slammed something down upon the counter. It was a chocolate colored scroll holder, with a leather strap. And the sound nearly made the men jump out of their trousers. "Without this."

                                                                  "What the ******** is that?" Alexander growled, slightly shaken up.

                                                                  "Language." Silas coughed.

                                                                  "It is a map."

                                                                  "For?"

                                                                  "Your travels. You are going to return the Book to the Keeper, are you not?"

                                                                  Everything was different now. He could feel his heart rate increasing with every passing second. He moved up to the counter with malicious intent, grabbing the elder by his vest and almost yanking him over. "The Keeper is a myth. And you'll do well not to call the likes of a man like me to tell your fairy tales."

                                                                  It was then that he realized that this man was not afraid, no, he was smiling. "I think you know that it's not."

                                                                  Alexander was hard-pressed to release the man, but he did anyway.

                                                                  Once he was firmly back on the ground, the elder continued as if nothing had happened. "The Keeper was a blind man, a warlock-- the only of his kind. He was said to be an evil wizard, cursed by the gods to chaperon souls into the underworld. But he never had enough. He would journey to back to Earth, though a portal in the ruined city, and lure men to bring him more souls in order to keep him company. In turn, he would give them their heart's desire."

                                                                  They were all very quiet for a moment. "I merely want this Book for myself."

                                                                  "But it's not made for you, Alexander. Daemos killed those men in cold blood and trapped them in those pages. His entire army lay within the confines of what the Queen now carries. You are not their master and they will not listen to you. Not unless you free them. Then you could have an undead army at your disposal, one capable of destroying the Keeper and freeing the King from his curse." Alexander liked the sound of that. It sent a chill up his spine. "Deamos can access the Book's magic from anywhere, until it is destroyed and the souls are released."

                                                                  "Fine..." He was sold. Alexander grabbed the canister and handed it off to Silas.

                                                                  "You will need to find a witch to open the Book first, and then it can be tossed into the flames of the Volcano Ashu and destroyed."

                                                                  "Where do I find a witch, besides the one I've already got with me?" He glared at Belva, wickedly glaring at her over his shoulder from the counter.

                                                                  "There is an floating island called Salia, it was cursed by a witch named Olivera. She is the only one I know of. Please...take my son. He isn't safe here. And could be of use to you."

                                                                  Alexander groaned loudly at the thought of bringing a child along. But he was the oracles son, yes? He could help. [******** my life..."                                                                   The elf growled turning away from the elder. He pushing past the group in a huff, and exited the shop to begrudgingly disembark.

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                                                                          T                                                                          o be greeted by the same man that had approached Alexander the day before was somewhat surprising to say the least but it made sense. His mysterious words now linked with the fact that he was capable of seeing into the future only made Belva all the more curious as to their meaning. And yet she knew better than to ask. As the oracle went on to confirm his identity as well as greet them she found that he was rather pleasant. It was nice to be in pleasant company for once. But just as his greeting made her smile she found it quickly vanishing upon being informed that her efforts to return the book to the keeper would, in all likely hood, fail. "You don't mean that.... Please tell me there is a way t-" Just as soon as she'd begun to plead her case the man lifted a container with a strap and slammed it onto the counter. And while the men jumped she remained still, clearly intrigued by how this object could somehow change her entire future. "What the ******** is that?" Alexander spat and Belva, though in disagreement to how it had been worded, had to agree. Whatever it was she wanted to know how it could help them and why. And that's just what the oracle went on to explain. "This is a map to the keeper?" She asked with a gleam of hope in her eyes as she put a gentle hand on the case though did not take it out of respect for the fact that it was not hers until he said it was. Before the man could answer her however, Alexander pushed past her and the others and went on to grab the small man by the front of his clothing and lift him into the air. Belva was outraged and immediately began tugging on Alexander's unwounded shoulder in protest but the man would not budge. Not until it was made known that the oracle did not fear Alexander as she did or as any other man would have. To this, she raised a brow and slowly released the elf as he did so to the man and listened intently.

                                                                          The oracle went on to explain the keeper's origins and what it is he was responsible for as well as his intent and connection with the book itself. But upon hearing how one obtained it, her breathing came to a halt and she slowly began to shake her head. It didn't make sense. Surely this man was lying.... But how could he? What reason would he have? And yet she simply refused to believe that Daemos was capable of killing to such a capacity. Perhaps now, but before? When the book hadn't come to effect him as it was currently? How could the man she loved be responsible for the senseless deaths of an entire army, an army which had served him loyally and without question.... No.... No it was not possible. She would have known. He was a kind man at heart, loving, understanding, compassionate, merciful. How could these men stand here and so easily accept this without even knowing him? Without caring to take into consideration such qualities? It was a mistake. It had to be. "Surely you don't mean that...... You must have misunderstood somewhere in translation..... My husband is incapable of such things. Please... There must have been another way. Perhaps he'd found an alternative he just.... Daemos would never do such a thing." Her voice was broken and she looked towards the oracle with such concern that the man could only share a look of sympathy in return. She did not care for Alexander's interest in how he might obtain a book of his own, nor could she find comfort in knowing that she would soon be able to find out what the book held inside at the hands of a witch. She barely even took note of Alexander's insults. Instead the queen went about walking towards the other side of the shop with a hand to her forehead as she looked around desperately as if the air itself might hold the answer to her questions and the solution to her problem. "It must be a mistake...." But it wasn't.

                                                                          Bishop had been thrilled to hear that he would be accompanying the others and though the time he spent packing his things into a small pack that was strapped across his back by two straps, courtesy of his father, were somewhat somber in knowing that these might very well be the final moments he spent with his father he was excited to be able to venture outside of Sonitus. Even if he wasn't quite sure what such a journey would entail as well as the extent of such dangers. After receiving all that they'd been given as well as words of luck and good tidings Belva begrudgingly went out to join the three men and the child feeling far more mournful over what she'd learned of her husband's past. It weigh heavy on her mind and though Bishop was far too young to understand why she felt as much over what he'd already known, Phineus was not and the half giant gave her a gentle pat on the back to which she blinked up at him with a pale and forlorn look. "How can he be so sure? I know Daemos... He's changed since that time but the man I knew before.... He was no murderer." She whispered and abruptly reached down into her bag to pull out the book, desperately trying to decipher what the voices were saying. But it was all for not. They were jumbled and overlapping and as time passed and they continued to walk on, they began to cause her head to throb until she finally had to pull them away and place it back into the bag.



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                                                                  Alexander didn't care about the Queen's blubbering. It was obvious that she thought too highly of the opposite sex, and needed to understand that everything a man with direction came in contact with, was a means to an end. She was no more than a pawn in his plan. A way to make Daemos seem normal, and unite the Kingdom with glad tidings and joy.

                                                                  All the while, he was hauled up in the attic with the souls of his entire army! He was no hero. He had won the war making dealings with the Keeper. And that was enough of a sin to make Alexander want to rip his heart out himself. The elf was seething, his anger overflowing as he paced outside of the shop in a cloud of dirt that he had kicked up as he moved back and forth.

                                                                  When Belva spoke up, he snapped at her, uncaring of her feelings. Did she think she was the only one who thought highly of someone, only to find out they were wrong? That everything they believed in was naught but ash and ruin? She was going to need to toughen up. Or he was going to throw her into a sack and drag her the entire way.

                                                                  This was not over. She couldn't merely lay down and cry over what she had lost. Belva was now presented with direction, and an opportunity to destroy Daemos and take her throne. Perhaps then she could clean up this mess of a town. Alexander had no respect for those who were given a chance at power and refused it.

                                                                  "Your 'usband is a lying sack of s**t. Are you blind, your 'ighness, or dumb? Or both? This place is proof that Daemos is not who'e says 'e is! Oh," Alexander laughed, with the look of a crazed mad man upon his face as he approached her, shoving Phineus out of the way. The giant sputtered indignantly, likely wanting to provide the woman with kind words.

                                                                  But Alexander still owed her a good smack for running his own blade up into his back. "And if that wasn't enough, if you couldn't tell by beggars on every corner, then perhaps the Orcs would 'ave clued you in. But no, you don't know anything about the real world. You live in a fantasy.

                                                                  Hello Belva! This is not Wonderland my dear. This is real life. And you married a monster. Now either you want to make it up to your people, or you want to sulk! Perhaps try to kill me again? It's not going to change anything. Even if I die, which you're lucky I didn't, your 'usband will still be responsible for the lives of all those men. So...who is the a** now?"

                                                                  His azure eyes were like fire upon her. "Get us out of 'ere. Tunnels, hidden doors-- I know you know the way."

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva had tried. Oh how she'd tried. She'd been so careful, so resistant when it came to allowing Alexander's words to get to her. Had she been a weak woman she would have broken hours ago. But she had told herself that if she intended on making things right in her kingdom and with Daemos she needed to make sure that she was slow to anger and open to possibilities. A closed mind would get her nowhere, that she knew. But there were no other angles when it came to Alexander. He was a heartless b*****d who only cared for himself and himself alone. He had little respect for his companions, those in authority, let alone anyone who tried to lend a helping hand or asked for one in return. He was a self satisfying glutton who knew nothing of feeling, hope, let alone what it meant to love someone as if they were apart of you in the strongest sense. An emotional attachment that led one to go to the ends of the earth just to save their soul from the corruption inflicted upon it. A desire he would never know. And as he went on to continue to bash her and Daemos relentlessly and without so much as the bat of an eye she watched him with growing pain and fury bubbling within her. This wasn't simply a touchy subject he spoke so carelessly about. It was her life, who she was, and how she would become. It was everything that made her who she was and he had the audacity to speak of such matters as if he could relate. Him, a man who had just as easily saved a child only to resent the action and openly admit that he regretted doing so while Bishop had been in his presence. This man who had surely been ready to kill her had he not known of the book. He was no savior. Nor was he a man ordained by the gods to rule over others. He was a thief, a murderer, a sinner, and no more capable of being a king than Daemos.

                                                                          As he demanded she lead them out of Sonitus she watched him steadily at first, allowing silence to fill the air before her voice, slowly at first, crept out of her throat in a whisper and began to ascend in volume as she progressed. "You're a coward....." She began and glanced over Alexander sharply before she too stepped forward. "You speak of me as if you know all there is to know. As if you, a man in exile from every walk of life could come even close to understanding the pain and loss of someone you love. As if you, someone incapable of such a thing, knows what it means to find out that the one person.... The one life line I have ever had is responsible for the death of thousands.... millions.... of innocent lives." And then she felt the anger erupt within her as if it came from the depths of hell. Her calm demeanor vanished and the fury was all but too real. "My 'usband may be a sack of s**t, a liar, a murderer! But you, you who think so god damn highly of yourself and believe you are above all have nothing in comparison to show for it. Show me Alexander! Where is your kingdom! Where are your people! If you are so right in what you think why is it that the only men who follow you are the ones bound to you by god knows what relationship you've forced upon them! Ask yourself this, if my husband is such a cruel man than what does that make you?!?!? LOOK AT YOURSELF. Did you not just inquire as to how you might obtain a book of your own?!?!?!? Should we start appointing who will die for your cause? Who will volunteer to lay down their life for the sake of fulfilling your own selfish desires?!?!? You are no better a man than Daemos. If anything you're a fool who depends on the capabilities of others to make it through this life. You're no better than him!"

                                                                          She was screaming in his face by now and with the knife still in hand she placed it against the flesh of his throat and held it there, begging for the gods to give her the strength to kill him while she had the chance. But she couldn't bring herself to do it and as she stood there, arm trembling and tears running down her face, Phineus cautiously approached her and slowly lowering her hand until she felt no need to hold it any longer and dropped the blade into the dirt. "You think you're so much better than I? Here. Take it. Take the damned book." She whispered and whipped it back out of the bag and threw it with tremendous force into his chest and shoved him. "Lets call it your first step as ruler. You want an army so badly, victory thick enough to taste? I won't stop you. It's all yours, your highness." And with that she turned away with Phineus twixt her and Alexander. Bishop looked towards the half giant from where he stood next to Silas with an alarmed expression before innocently saying, "Duck..." Phineus was slightly confused by this but did as the boy suggested just in time to avoid Belva as she turned around abruptly with a closed fist aimed right for Alexander's face. She then lunged at the red haired man only to be pulled into Phineus arms as she thrashed about wildly, clawing the air as if she might be able to tear his head off from afar. When all was said and done the man turned back to Bishop with a puzzled expression as to why he'd told him to do so when he could just as easily have blocked the attack from doing harm onto the elf. "Why is it that you told me to duck?" He asked to which Bishop simply shrugged. "If you hadn't, she would have missed."




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