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                                                                          B                                                                          elva's dreams were plagued with a fog unlike any other. She was walking. Wandering about in what appeared to be a field of grain in the wee hours of the morning. The thick of the gray surrounded her and she was incapable of seeing more than four feet in front of her arms as they stretched outwards in hopes of finding someone or something to come in contact with. It was peaceful And yet at the same time there was an eeriness about her scenario that led her to believe that something was going to happen. Something was coming. And it did. The sound of a snap was heard just behind her and she whipped around to face whatever it was stalking her amidst the fog only to see nothing but the smokey gray that surrounded her. The snap itself was unfounded as there wasn't a branch on the ground in the field. When it sounded a second time she took note of its change in direction off to her left as well as the sickening echo that it carried throughout the plain. Fear was struck into the heart of the queen and without waiting for a moment longer she turned away and fled in the opposite direction. Her arms waved about like a mad man as she desperately continued searching for some sort of comfort and it wasn't until they slammed into something cool and slick with a moist layer that she came to a halt and retracted her hands. As she held them up to her face she discovered that the moist layer had been a dark, crimson like liquid. Caking her palms and running down her wrists as if it were spreading. The fog cleared just enough for her to confront what it was that had caused this and what she saw caused every fragment of her being to freeze up, weak and in terror of the man before her.

                                                                          Daemos stood with an expressionless look about him. His black armor dripping with the blood of thousands. His eyes were cold and speculating as he raised a hand to her cheek before abruptly ripping the hairpin from her hair, tossing it out into the field before then throwing a decayed head at her feet. The head of her brother. "You have the blood of your people, of Sonitus and Thalassa on your hands, my dear." He let out a sigh as he brushed away a strand of hair from her face. Her arms and legs shook violently but despite her desire to pull away she found that her body was frozen in place. "Do not make this any harder than it has to be. Come home where you are needed. Where you are loved." Her eyes softened near the latter of his sentence only to fill to the brim in horror as the corpses of thousands rose from the fog behind Daemos. The bodies of the oracle, of her father, of the woman in the village who had helped them, the sea nymphs of her home land..... They were reaching out for her. Their voices were shrill. Screaming as if in pain and as she finally broke free of her frozen stupor she stumbled back with speed she hadn't known she was capable of. Daemos opened his arms to her and the corpses broke into a run, clawing for her as she too began screaming amidst the grain. Her flesh tearing as the pulled her apart at the limbs. "Come home."

                                                                          And then she awoke. "It's time to go. Now." The sound of Alexander's voice shattered the silence of her tent as he rattled the flap causing Belva to bolt upright before allowing her heart to ease itself. She sighed restlessly as she moved her hand, finding that it had found its way onto the book bag, her fingertips gracing the sealed pages as she'd slept. "We have a child amongst us and I'm the one experiencing nightmares." She muttered before Belva threw her things together and began the process of taking apart her tent and packing her things away with Phineus's on his horse. She'd heard Alexander talking to the boy, as to what she did not as, and watched as the two sat atop Hermes in wait. Once Phineus and Silas finished up and mounted the horses, Bishop took the opportunity to nod at Alexander, showing that he understood what he'd said and disregarding the others presence. "Oooohhhhhhhh...... Okay." A smile fell upon the young boys face as if proud of something he'd done. And unbeknownst to the others, the child had interpreted this confession as a means of telling him that Belva and he had an interest in one another. And if that were the case Bishop was certainly pleased with himself, being the one responsible for Belva checking on the elf in the first place.



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                                                                  Alexander thought the boy would understand what he meant. Albeit, he had never spent much time around children as an adult. The true meaning behind what he had said was not one for interpretation. It was simply to be understood as it was stated. Those much more complicated things he had spoke of, were just that and had no label. How he and Belva responded to each other was do to the duress they under when they first met. It had only been a few days, but they had been through some serious situations together. And she his hostage for a time.

                                                                  Still, Alexander had forgotten how clever Bishop was when it came to women and men. And when his eyes lit up in the same way they had when the Queen mentioned him wanting something from her, the elf scoffed and push the boy's head forward. "No." He said to him simply, as the other's joined them in the gather of trees where the horses were waiting.

                                                                  Alexander made sure that everyone was ready for departure before he kicked the side of Hermes and sped off through the forest, in the opposite direction of wince they came. However, he did not lead the way this time. Silas popped off the top of the canister and slipped the top into his pocket before removing the map with his teeth.

                                                                  "Be careful with that!" Alexander growled, as the two rode side by side, occasionally splitting apart for the sake of not crashing into an oncoming tree. Eventually, his companion was leading the way, rather clumsily at that, almost giving the elf a heart attack several times.

                                                                  The wind was rough, as it had been last night, but the sky was clear for the most part. It was tepid weather, somewhere betwixt hot and cold. Alexander was thankful to the gods for staving off the rain for another day. There was only a matter of time before they ran into such an inconvenience, and he didn't want to be in the wilderness when it happened.

                                                                  The group rode for a long time, and only stopped once to allow the horses a drink in a nearby river. Eventually, they burst through the trees and came out into a land he was unfamiliar with, but that didn't make it any less extraordinary. This place was stunningly beautiful, and astonishing. The intensity of the colors that surrounded him as the sun moved just halfway below the linear horizon, was enough to make him bring his horse to a slow trot.

                                                                  There was green foliage like in the forest, but this was much more verdant. The raw passion of this place was exceptional and Alexander could now see why they called it Oasis. The river that ran through the lowland was crystal blue like that of the oracle's eyes-- his son's eyes. It shimmered, and danced as they passed by.

                                                                  "Spectacular..." Silas whispered in awe, as they kept moving, trying to pry their eyes away from the artistry of it all. Ultimately, the line of water led them toward the city, which glinted in the moonlight. As suspected, it had taken another day to arrive. He was hungry, but didn't eat. Instead he handed Bishop an apple from the pouch attached to Hermes.

                                                                  There was no gate surrounding the very large pebble structure that sat atop an emerald hill. The city was surrounding the castle. As they came onto the marble path, he realized that there were homes and shops on either side of them and the path continued to spiral and go up to the top of the structure, which he assumed was the humble abode of the King. Alexander would follow the path up, then down-- and come out on the other side faster, then going around.

                                                                  However, his attention was taken by the kind of people that roamed the streets. They were ordinary, but not entirely. Their backs were adorned with wings that glowed in the night; wings of all different colors and shapes. These people were fairies; more magical than any sea nymph or elf. Two guards stood at the start toward the path and stopped them immediately, but held no weapons, and wore no armor to defend themselves, because they used magic for such things.

                                                                  "We are just looking for a place to stay." Silas said quickly before Alexander could lash out with his tongue, an obvious unhappy expression upon the elf's face.

                                                                  "Indeed you are." Suddenly the men were on their knees bowing.

                                                                  "What ******** is going on 'ere?"

                                                                  "Queen Belva Astasia Aerowen, we received word from Kincade that you were spotted in the market. They sent a messenger ahead to let us know that you may be looking for refuge, as the King's men attempted to get inside the protected city last night. The mermen were able to hold them off." One said. "Please, ride to the top and have meeting with our King, Beyon Fearin. He would like to help in whatever way he can."

                                                                  Alexander could already think of a few ways that man wanted to offer his assistance to the woman.

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva was entranced by the plant life around them. The ride to Oasis had been beautiful, yes, and the weather had held a steady luke warm breeze. But it simply could not compare to the actual city itself. The flowers in bloom were curtained with colors she hadn't even seen before and the hue that emitted from it all was filled with life and beauty much like that she'd experienced when gazing upon the stars of their previous camp. The same stars in which shone down upon them now. "Wow.... Look at this place!" Bishop was clearly entertained by the mere sight of the place and Belva could certainly relate to such a feeling. There was an essence about the area that gave off a lightness of spirit causing one to feel as if they might float away into the heavens above. This place certainly was a paradise if such thing did exist. As the horses carried them onwards the lush and abundant foliage only increased. The mere magnificence of such a place could bring upon the envy of the gods as they peered down upon it as it's environment could simply not be replicated nor the feeling upon stepping onto such holy ground. "There! There it is!" Bishop's tone had increased in excitement and the boy was now bouncing eagerly with each pace the horse took towards the large structure that was the Kingdom Oasis. As an apple was presented to him he glanced up at Alexander, tilting his head back so that it might bump against the man's chest before smiling at him and accepting the apple with a quiet thank you and began munching away, all the while pointing when he saw something, anything, and everything of significance to his innocent eyes and child like pleasure. Every now and then he would lean over the side of Hermes and brush his fingers against the flowers that passed them by, as did Belva in disbelief that such beauty and color could exist in a world plagued by horrors.

                                                                          The path that wound up towards the top of castle was just as intricate and glorious as the wildlife surrounding them and it's appearance put into question whether or not it was man made as such a place seemed completely untainted by human hands. Humans were incapable of retaining beauty without soiling it with their own views of perfection. This kingdom however, captivated it and displayed it for all the world to see. It was simply- "Magical" She whispered as she glanced upon the shops and homes that lined the path that slowly inclined it's way towards the top of the palace. "MMM!" Bishop mumbled, not wanting to spray bits of apple on Hermes as he tugged on Alexander's sleeve upon seeing the first inhabitant of Oasis. Belva was puzzled at first. Amidst the glow of the city itself there were strange flecks of light that were moving about on the path ahead of them. And as they neared it was only then that she came to realize that it was in fact the people who lived here that were illuminating the street, not so much as the lanterns and orbs set outside the shops. The figures bobbed as they walked along and their wings fluttered as they emit a strong glowing hue. Bishop swallowed hard as his eyes reflected such light and he briefly reached out to touch the tip of a wing as a young woman passed by only to pull his hand back, realizing that this may not have appeared proper. Rude even. "They're beautiful..."

                                                                          Belva too was in a hypnotic like state as she watched the men and women weave their way around the horses effortlessly, her eyes wide in wonder and her mouth slightly ajar. She'd barely even noticed when they came to a stop in front of two fairy men who stood guard. When Silas voice broke the trance she was in, the queen whipped her head forward in the direction of the voices that followed and stiffened at the mention of her title, afraid that this would only cause them more harm than good. Fortunately it was explained that it was during her time in Kincade that word had gotten out that they were about and on their way to Oasis. However, Daemos men had attempted to pass through Kincade as well. The only consolation in such a fact was that they were an entire day or so ahead of them. Still, it wasn't enough. Daemos was relentless and he would not stop until he retrieved his book. It's safety was of the utmost importance to him..... Not hers. "Thank you. We could use all the help we can get. I will make sure to thank your king for his hospitality as I'm sure this may be a bit of an inconvenience for him to take in exiles wanted by an entire kingdom." And with that the men parted and they were sent on their way. Belva looked back towards the two guards briefly before turning to Alexander with a look of determination about her. "This will do us good, wouldn't you agree? These people are those borne of magic. If they can somehow lend a hand in our journey one way or another we will have far greater success." At this point Bishop had finished his apple and allowed Hermes to devour the core before turning his attention towards the adults. "Are we staying the night here?" The hope in his eyes was almost overbearing and Belva found herself grinning from ear to ear at the child. "Yes I believe we are." Bishop tried to hide any further excitement by looking down but the light giddy laughter was hard to disguise amidst the clopping of hooves upon the marble path.



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                                                                  Another hour passed by before they reached the top of the Kingdom. It was a strange spiraling structure, meant to protect the castle. And although it was wise, Alexander found the ride terribly exasperating. It felt as if they were going around and circles, and most all of the buildings looked the same. The fairies architecture was lovely, and beautifully built, but it was hard to distinguish one from the other.

                                                                  Once they reached the top, the elf found that there was a white gate ahead. It cut the path, and he assumed on the other side, was the way down. Hopefully, they would be back on their way by the morning. Surely he wouldn't deny the King if he had some information that could be of use to them. Rochelle hadn't told him much about the legend of this water, or what it was protected by. This fairy, Beyon would certainly have more than that to offer. At least Alexander hoped so, for his sake. They didn't have time to waste, and if his desire was to merely keep the Queen for himself, he needed to do that without holding up progress.

                                                                  Belva was obviously due for a divorce. And seeing as she was a rare species, there was no doubt in his mind that other rulers throughout the land would be looking to marry her. However, she was still wed as of right now. And until papers were signed, or Daemos was dead, she needed to remain faithful. Perhaps he was a bit old in his thinking, but he had seen enough unfaithfulness to last him one hundred lifetimes. Maybe he wrong, maybe this situation was different. But it was possible that an impure heart would effect her being able to carry the Book.

                                                                  This King had better have been on the straight and narrow.

                                                                  The gates to the peek of the castle that jutted up from the path, opened upon their arrival; and once they were inside, Alexander dismounted his horse and reached up for the squirming boy he was forced to babysit all day. Bishop was obviously having the time of his life. And had never seen some of these things previously. So the elf tapered his annoyance the best he could manage, although still wearing a look of displeasure upon his face.

                                                                  Once the boy was on his feet, he unstrapped his bag from Hermes and tossed it over his shoulder. Men were on their way out, fluttering down the staircase after they had exited the stone entrance doors of the castle. They were all dressed in white tunics, brown vest and matching trousers with sandals. "Please my Lady, let me get your horses." The men practically tripped over one another in the attempt of getting to Phineus' horse first.

                                                                  Alexander rolled his eyes in disbelief. What did they think? That he was this woman' hired help? Inconceivable! He growled and moved forward as one of the young fairies took the reins of Hermes, but Silas reached out for his shoulder to keep him from gutting him where he stood. He had forgotten that they didn't look like bandits anymore. They were dressed like common men. And perhaps that was the problem.

                                                                  "Please this way." One fairy scooped up Bishop and another took the Queen's hand. Alexander looked back as Silas with a scowl, and he only laughed shaking his head. "Don't worry, they won't hurt them."

                                                                  "It's not them 'urting anyone that I'm worried about, it's my 'and that concerns me." He hated being around royalty. No King ever did anything himself. He simply sent servant to request and carry out.

                                                                  The group moved up the stairs and across the pebbled platform toward the doors. Two rushed ahead and pulled the handles open revealing a great golden light, as they were urged to hurry inside. It was much more amazing than Alexander could have imaged; a well designed and well crafted piece of art. He lowered his eyes in shame, feeling like nothing before these people. Perhaps he was just a servant to the Queen.

                                                                  They walked along the carpeted pathway past many others and right up the steps that lead to the King's throne. Beyon sat upon the golden chair and stood as they approached. "I am so glad to see you've made it here safely! I have heard news that you are in possession of the Book of Howls. Daemos is outraged." The man smiled at Belva as he descended the stairs and placed one of his hands on each of her shoulders.

                                                                  "Serves him right." He looked on at the group, and Bishop who was floating in the arms of a fairy, whose feet were not touching the ground. Alexander wondered if he should be uneasy. "So, are these the brave men you've hired! They should be proud. You will bring honor and glory to our land. You will save us all." Beyon chimed happily, his jovial expression never wavering. "Please tell me what you seek."

                                                                  Silas' hand graced Alexander's shoulder once again, to keep his companion's seething rage at bay.

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                                                                          H                                                                          er horses? It hadn't occurred to her anywhere along the way that Alexander, Phineus, and Silas would look like men for hire in the eyes of others. Let alone her men for hire. Looking at the three of them now however, they did look rather nice in their new clothes and not at all like the rough and tumble type as they'd been when she'd first met them. Alexander in particular caught her eye. His uniform made him by far the most mysterious and deadly of their group and unbeknownst to the queen, she had yet to stop looking at him with a peculiar expression dancing across her face. It wasn't until one of the fairy men took her hand that she was able to turn away and focus on where they were headed whilst another took Bishop and lifted the small boy up into his arms. As the doors were opened ahead of them Belva came face to face with the glorious walls of the throne room. Pillars were placed on either side of a long walkway path that branched towards the left and right sides of the massive cavity within the structure much like a bridge as it overlooked the floors below. Joining pieces sat systematically scattered about with bowls of fire atop them and above it all were panes of glass that allowed the light to seep in at different angles and shine down on a specific focal point. The throne itself, which sat upon a small golden stairway. The wall behind it was adorned in a weaving pattern that imitated that of a tree. The intricacy of the room itself left the queen speechless as she turned towards her companions as if to reassure herself that this was all but a figment of her imagination. Though she was certain that such a place could not have been developed, even within her dreams.

                                                                          Fairies scurried about, some even hovering just slightly above the ground much like the one holding Bishop was, and they were quick to move out of the way as the group was led towards the throne and the man sitting on it, the king of Oasis. King Beyon was a joyous man who seemed unaffected by the seriousness of what he'd just said. Daemos' rage was nothing to smile about but this king did as much as if it were merely a joke. Belva took no offense to it and in fact found such use of tone all the more humorous when used to describe the troublesome situation she'd gotten herself in. She glanced down as he placed a hand on either side of her shoulders and listened patiently to Beyon, only interrupting once he'd re-directed his attention towards Alexander, Phineus, and Silas. She could already sense the anger rising within the elf. There was a way about his features that was a sure give away to such feelings. Then again one could argue that Alexander was always angry. "Thank you. I'm sure you know better than anyone just how difficult it can be living surrounded by a world of sorrows whilst trying to maintain your own kingdom. Your home is beautiful and your hospitality as greatly appreciated."

                                                                          He was clearly a man who saw many things through the eyes and ears of those outside of his kingdom. That being said she hadn't a doubt that he heard plenty of the trials and errors of others and felt his fair share of sympathy for such a troubled land outside of his own. It was only natural to want to protect it. "As for my companions, they are simply that. I did not hire them nor have they asked me for anything in return for helping me during this quest. If anything, I am the one who owes them. They've saved my life numerous of times.... and I fear I'm beginning to lose count in only a matter of days." It would have felt wrong to let him continue believing that they had only accompanied her in hopes of maintaining some sort of profit as payment for their services. Yes, Alexander had implied that he wished to obtain his own book and gain the power that Daemos now possessed. But that was neither hers to give nor to take.

                                                                          "By now I'm certain you're aware that we could use all the help we can get as our enemy is fierce and far more powerful than ever before, his wrath provoked. That being said the mere fact that you've offered your assistance at all when others have been just as easily hesitant is more than I could ever ask and I assure you I will do what I can to repay you once Daemos reign has come to an end, pray that day come swiftly. During our stay in Kincade we were told of your kingdom and of an oasis within it that could possibly provide us water with certain properties that may or may not fend off the effects of dark magic. I only ask that you might consider allowing us passage to such a place so that we may obtain it. And if it's not too much to ask, a healer for one of our companions who has been injured time and time again defending those around him as well as himself." She spoke in a soft tone, choosing her words carefully so that she might not sound greedy or ungrateful for all that he was doing for them. She knew that given the chance, Alexander would protest against the use of a healer on his behalf. He was a man of pride and not one to take help from others unless forced, as she'd experienced first hand. That being said she was relying on Phineus and Silas to keep the man silent whilst she made such a request. "Of course! I shall send for my own personal healer to see to your companion's wounds and to those that the others may hold as well. As for the Oasis, that is a much more difficult matter. Long ago the god's placed the oasis on this earth so that those worthy of its properties might use it upon their people who were dying of sickness and old age. But over time, the oasis and its abilities were taken for granted and abused by those who took from it. They began selling it for their own materialistic gain to those who were deemed incapable of reaching the waters themselves. And so the gods struck the oasis with such force that it created a massive cavern in the earth, swallowing the Oasis and awakening a beast said to once guard the gates of the underworld before it was summoned to protect the cavern. Many attempted to surpass such a creature but failed, losing their life in the process. Over time, such a place was forgotten and thought to be nothing more than a tall tale." Belva frowned. This was beginning to sound as if there was no way of finding the oasis... not after so much time had passed. "But fear not! I just happen to have within my possession a very old manuscript which depicts the very trail just outside of my kingdom that shall lead you too the cavern. You and your men may take it with you, as I have promised to help you."

                                                                          Belva felt a wave of relief wash over her as the king then waved a hand for one of his servants to fetch the manuscript while another was told to bring the healer in to inspect Alexander's wounds.



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                                                                  Alexander was attempting to balance his want to reach out and choke this woman, with his need to seem professional in front of the King; in addition, to his want to be grateful for the fact that she had set these fairies straight in regards to their 'alliance.' The mixture of conflicting emotions was enough to put him on a fast track to losing his cool, and ruining this need that Beyon had for 'assisting' Belva. Perhaps Oasis feared that Daemos had set out to destroy any Kingdom that wasn't primarily human. Alexander's father favored mankind, as he was born without any magical properties. The Keeper despised witches, elves, and the like; the fairies could very well be next on the list.

                                                                  However, if Kincade's mermen forces could stave off Daemos, then certainly these creatures would have no problems doing so as well. Then again, if the man got his hands on the Book once more, there was no telling what havoc he would wreak. Alexander wondered if his powers were weakening the farther from Sonitus they got. Maybe his magic was stronger when the Book was closer. And now, he was frantic, trying to find it. He had to be honest. If he were King, and something so valuable had been pilfered, he would have gone out himself to retrieve it.

                                                                  What if Daemos was on his way? Surely, he could not defend against him. So they need to put a rush on their venture to Salia.

                                                                  Alexander wasn't in thought long, and came out with enough time to witness the King confirm the existence of the oasis, the same of which Rochelle had informed them of. There was no doubt in his mind that this was another man she had likely slept with, and that was probably the only reason she knew such information.

                                                                  Although a whore, she may have been beneficial on this journey. Her skills of seduction could be of use to him later on. Belva certainly wouldn't be any good at it. If he asked her to spend the night with Beyon, and found out if the man was hiding anything-- he would likely have another stab wound to deal with in the morning.

                                                                  Alexander was an elf who was hard-pressed to take any human, or magical creature at face value. Everyone wanted something. Did he merely want to save his Kingdom? Did he wish to show himself a better suitor before the Queen? Or was it something else entirely?

                                                                  Alexander wanted to punch this man's smug face in. However, he controlled himself, watching as the King sent for the manuscript. He hadn't even thought about the fact that Belva's request for a healer would be carried out so soon. A woman emerged for the west wing of the castle, moving across the red carpeted bridge.

                                                                  It was probable that no one in the group had noticed yet, but being an elf, Alexander had a keen sense for the white magic that emanated off of her. He only turned his head slightly at first, but the closer she got the more and more intrigued he felt. She was incredibly thin, with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The fairy walked with elegance and grace toward him, as her colorful wings fluttering together behind her back.

                                                                  In the meantime, Beyon now had the manuscript in hand, as one of his servants delivered it, and gave the King a deep bow before quickly removing himself from their presence. He smiled in acknowledgement, and presented the parchment to the Queen. "I am also...very sorry for your loss. And the time you have spent with a man that cannot appreciate what a treasure you are. Perhaps, once things have settled, you will come back to Oasis to see me?" The man looked hopeful-- too hopeful.

                                                                  Alexander eyed him suspiciously for a moment before he felt the press of tiny fingers upon his face. His wound tingled as he tore his attention away from whatever it was the King thought he was doing, to the healer before him. She wore very little clothes, which seemed to be a running theme around these parts. Her eyes looked him over for a moment, but being as she was substantially shorter than he was-- flapped her wings once, very hard, blowing his crimson hair back, as she lifted into the air and was now, eye level with him. "This won't hurt." She whispered, almost seductively.

                                                                  Suddenly, her lips were pressed against his own, as a surge of white light left her chest and passed over into his; it was as if, she was breathing life into him. Alexander opened his mouth with a gasp and she pulled back, placing her feet back down on the ground.

                                                                  Slowly, the visible wound on his face began to seal up, as shimmers of white caressed his cheek. He could feel the slit in his back tightening as well. The sensation was uncomfortable, but worth it."You're welcome." The fairy said matter of factually with a grin. Then bowed to her King and made her departure, yet glanced back at Alexander for some reason or another as she turned and left him. He looked on after her for a moment, his eyebrow raising with curiosity. The elf wondered if that kiss was necessary.

                                                                  Silas clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Now that is what I call a nurse." He joked.

                                                                  Alexander ghosted a smirk, as the male fairy holding Bishop spoke up. "Please, let me show you to your quarters."

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva let out a long awaited breath as the parchment was presented before the king before being passed her way and gave a nod of thanks his way before the servant left so that the king may continue to speak. However, it was not his words that caught her attention so much as the healer that had entered the room to aid Alexander. She was petite and beautiful, her wings fluttering about like those of an enchanted firefly. Her very presence seemed to draw the eyes of quite a few male servants as well as Alexander's which, much to Belva's surprise, caused her face to heat up a bit as she watched the woman close in on him. The woman continued to neglect what it was the king said as she traced the fairy healer's hand upon Alexander's cheek and watched as she 'examined' the man with a steady gaze though by no means did it look as if she were searching for wounds so much as she was searching for a way to slip into his clothing. Oh she was certainly a sly little thing but Belva knew such looks all too well. They'd been the same looks that her brother had received when he came of the age that he was to search for a bride. A task he had never fulfilled due to his own weakness for women and hesitance to stay in one relationship for a long period of time. That being said, when she saw this 'healer' expressing as much she couldn't help but shift uncomfortably. It shouldn't have bothered her. After all, Alexander was free to do as he wished as he was a grown man without worry..... But when the fairy lifted into the air and whispered into the man's ear just before blatantly kissing him on the spot, well there was no denying that Belva was steamed. However, as frustrated with the act as she was she continued to try and convince herself that this was purely due to the fact that the woman should be healing him. But instead she'd found an interest in something else. Surely, Belva wouldn't have cared otherwise.... It's was purely out of annoyance due to the fact that this was to be a business trip. Not a time for frolicking about with the king's staff. Didn't the healer understand that?

                                                                          Belva's furrowed brow shifted into one of confusion as she re-examined her thoughts and found that her interest in the matter was unfounded. Why should she feel it necessary to even care? Hadn't she been told to feel less? So what was this sudden jealousy? Why did such an act burn her so? Belva waved a hand and pressed the cool back of it to her cheek to lower the rising heat in her face as she re-focused her attention on Alexander, suddenly interested to see his reaction only to be bewildered by the fact that the man was smirking. Why was he smirking? He never smirked. Whatever it was that he thought was so amusing, she certainly didn't see it..... "-spent with a man that cannot appreciate what a treasure you are. Perhaps, once things have settled, you will come back to Oasis to see me?" What?!?!?!? The king's words racked her mind as she tried to put into perspective what he'd just said but to no avail. The meaning behind it was suggestive.... But then again it was her who was in the wrong to think as much. Perhaps Beyon was simply offering friendship and comfort over what would no doubt be a troubling end to her marriage to Daemos. Still..... "Ah..... Well..... Perhaps....." She stammered with wide eyes before looking every which way but at him in an attempt to draw away from the conversation. "S-So then this is the map! Thank you so very much, we are indebted to you." But by no means did she mean that in a suggestive manner. The idea that it could have sounded as such hadn't crossed her mind. "Yes that would be lovely: She whispered in response to the fairy who'd suggested he show them to their rooms, all the while floating about with Bishop in his hands who was still very much excited by the turn of events. "Do you think I could ever learn to do float like that?" He muttered, almost to himself as he peered over the Fairy's arm and down at his feet that were well over three inches off the ground.

                                                                          The guest chamber that they were directed too was of medium size with matching bunks sectioned in spaced out areas around the room. Large, comfortable beds that looked as if they could put one into a coma soon after resting their head. Bishop was the first to run to one and leapt up onto it, rolling about happily before coming to a stop with his head dangling over the edge. "You have to feel this! It's so soft! Like clouds...." The windows were ceiling high and draped in colorful silks that mimicked the colors that lay in wait just outside. A balcony served to overlook the entire kingdom and off towards the farthest end of the room stood a doorway that led into the washroom. Something that Belva was looking forward to using after a night of slaying magical golems and sleeping in the dirt. "Thank you. This is wonderful." She said to the servant who then bowed and dismissed himself. Belva lay the map on a table with numerous chairs set around it before silently walking off with every intention of scrubbing herself raw.

                                                                          The water was hot and steamed against her skin as she ran her hands over her face and allowed herself a moment of peace. And while the time spent to herself, for what short amount it was, was pleasant.... it also gave way to thoughts that she'd been pushing back. Reflecting on the night before, the talk with Alexander, the kidnapping, meeting Bishop, the fall of Thalassa, her brother, and of course.... Daemos. Things would never be the same and she'd accepted this. But once all had been said and done..... when everything had 'settled' like Beyon had suggested.... where would she go? Would she even have a kingdom to return to by the time Daemos was brought to an end? She couldn't bear the thought of being tossed around from kingdom to kingdom in search of someone desperate for a queen. That wasn't a life she was willing to accept. Perhaps she would start over.... live off under someone else's reign as a commoner. Was such a thing even possible?

                                                                          When Belva finally pulled herself out of the hot pools of water and stepped onto the marble floor of the washroom she realized that her clothes were missing... and in their place, a new set that proved to be just as revealing but far more elegant. Pieces of fabric were cut out in a whimsical pattern leaving room for exposed flesh while still hiding away the more important bits of her body. And as she looked at herself in the face of a large mirror carved into the wall, she felt a slight twinge of self consciousness.

                                                                          "Your 'ighness, you should cut down on the pastries. You aren't exactly light as feather."

                                                                          It had been a good while since the statement had been made but as she peered at her reflection now she couldn't help but pinch her sides, legs, and arms accordingly before shaking her head with a roll of the eyes. It was then that she realized something was missing...... The pin. Where was it? Had it been taken? The queen threw herself on her hands and knees as she began checking under the furniture of the washroom before crawling up to the table where her new clothes had been located. There underneath it lay the gift Alexander had left for her in the pocket of her cloak. And as she picked it up she couldn't help but sigh in relief before shoving it through her hair in a frustrated manner, gathering her cloak, and re-entering the guest quarters. "If any of you bother to bathe..... I'd suggest you do so quickly. I feel that the walls have eyes." She said in regards to whoever must have entered the room when she'd thought she'd been alone. Belva then eyed the map on the table which was now splayed open with a curious Bishop tracing his finger over its surface and made her way over, looming over his shoulder as the child trailed the path towards the cavern where the oasis would be located. "It's a good ways near the edge of the kingdom... well past the city...."

                                                                          "It'll be alright...."



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                                                                  Alexander did not worry this night, not like he had back in Kincade. And he slept, just not in the bed provided. Inside, he found himself perched on the sill of a lower hanging window like a bird, for most of the night. Eventually, he nodded off, but it was well after his companions had drifted to sleep.

                                                                  Although there was no immediate danger, he knew tomorrow would prove difficult. After Bishop was done fooling around with the manuscript, Alexander had managed a look upon it. He was curious of the distance of the oasis to the castle. It was far outside the Kingdom, over several hills, two valleys, and across a river. In honesty, the elf feared being stuck out in the wilderness for another night. The group had been lucky to have had Belva's bow and arrow handy, but he didn't plan on bringing her or Bishop this time. It was too dangerous, and they would only be in the way.

                                                                  This beast that Beyon spoke about was not something drawn up by a witch. The gods had summoned the beast for good reason; it would test their strength, to be sure that they were worthy of the water from the spring. The Queen would not be prepared for such devastation, such as that a man faced on the battlefield.

                                                                  He only wished he could better concentrate. Perhaps then, he would have been able to come up with sort of plan of attack. But there would be no such luck. Not tonight, with Belva wearing that.... He assumed it was something the King wanted her to sport as his guest of honor. And he was likely under the same assumption as Alexander. It would be a three man trip. And Beyon would have the woman all to himself tomorrow, with time to court her. Although, to his surprise, she didn't seem too thrilled about his proposal for her to return for a visit at a later date.

                                                                  Perhaps the Queen was naive, and believed that she was going to free her husband from this evil. Maybe she believed that securing another relationship was not necessary. Whatever the case, Alexander was not too keen on the two spending much time alone. Therefore, before he said goodnight to Bishop, he knelt down by the side of his bed and pulled the silk sheet up over his shoulders. "I'll be leaving tomorrow before sunrise. But I'll be back for you and the woman. I just...don't let 'er be alone. Insist on staying with 'er at all times. I'm counting on you to protect Belva while I'm gone."

                                                                  With that, he patted the bed firmly and got to his feet. Admittedly, the fairies had good taste and great architecture. The room was vibrant, despite the lack of true color. Most everything was made of vine and wood, like the forest. All but the covers upon the large royal beds and prancing curtains that hung charmingly over every window.

                                                                  From the sill, he had to admit that everything looked much more peaceful than it actually was. It was as if the window held an illusion of the world as people wished it to be, but not as it was. There was moonlight streaming in through the glass as the stars shone bright in competition. It was times like these, that he wished he could freeze time. So that he could simply live in the moment. This was what he wanted for himself. A Kingdom all his own, as his father had once promised him when he was a boy; and the freedom to show his face without shame.

                                                                  Alexander needed to remember why he was doing this-- to get back all he had lost. Surely, he liked being a bandit and a thief, but in the end, it had gotten him no where. If anything, he was worse off now then he had ever been. And he had brought his companions down with him. He had told Belva that a man could not change his stars. So he could only hope that his were meant to be as bountiful and bright, as the night sky was right now.

                                                                  Eventually he roused from his slumber, just as the sun was peeking above the horizon. It's rays of tepid light had yet to dance across his face, which meant that he could likely sneak out of here, without having to deal with the Queen. As usual, Silas and Phineus had woke before him, but they were no longer in the room. It was likely they had gone downstairs to eat.

                                                                  Alexander took this time to move the bathing chamber. His skin was practically slim due to days without a proper cleaning, and he figured that he was well overdue. And while what Belva had said about someone watching her bathe was a bit unnerving, he removed his clothing upon entry and found the large metal basin filled to the brim with steaming water in the center of the room. He lowered himself in with caution. His body responded beautifully to the feel of warmth, as he submerged himself and the let water ripple over his aching, tense muscles.

                                                                  The elf simply last track of time in all it's glory. It wasn't until an hour later that he emerged, his tanned body dripping wet with moisture. Against the wall were a few metal rungs that held towels, and beside it, a very large mirror. He looked himself over momentarily, noting each unique scar his naked body had to offer. Alexander wasn't even sure what kind of a person he was anymore. Not after all of this. Regardless, as long as he had his freedom in the end, it didn't matter.

                                                                  The elf didn't bother to dry off, however he did take a towel. He went and grabbed the trousers to his new uniform and put them on, before scooping up the rest of his things and departing from the room all together. Once back inside the room, he stood in the corner, dropping the rest of his clothing on the dresser. Alexander took the towel and began drying his hair. When he finished, he put on the rest of his clothing-- the tunic, the vest, the belt and hooded jacket before taking up his sword and starting for the door.

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                                                                          A                                                                          fter last night's horrors and the nightmares that had followed Belva decided to keep the book at a farther distance whilst she slept, going so far as shoving the book bag underneath her bed with her bow and arrows. Sleep didn't come easy to the queen at first as she was reluctant to close her eyes but it did come in time. But not before she overheard the brief one sided conversation one bed over where Bishop lay. The boy had been tossing about in attempt to wriggle his way in a comfortable position and tuck himself in at the same time when the barely audible footsteps of Alexander neared. Belva listened as the man then went on to ask that Bishop make sure she was never left alone. To protect her, as he would be leaving the two of them there to venture off in search of the oasis. She'd been angry at first but as he progressed through his request she found that her temper had softened and she was torn between the desire to join the others in search of the water and the need to stay here with Bishop as Alexander had wanted. She wanted to have a hand in this journey. To say she was there every step of the way and took the responsibility of what she'd done without remorse. And allowing Alexander to leave with Phineus and Silas proved just the opposite. She didn't want to be the queen who had everyone else do her bidding while she idly sit by and enjoy the comforts of royalty while her people and surrounding kingdoms were under attack and in danger of destruction. For too long she'd done nothing while those in the poorer part of Sonitus starved due to neglect and the lack of attention they'd deserved. What was she saying if she went back to that ignorance she'd displayed then? To behave as if everything would either solve itself or someone else would take care of it for her? She couldn't allow it...... But then why was there this pull, this tug inside of her that wanted to please Alexander by doing what he'd asked?

                                                                          When morning arrived she'd waited for Silas and Phineus to leave the room and Alexander to depart into the washroom before sending the now awake Bishop downstairs to eat breakfast and preparing her things. She made haste in making sure her quiver was well stocked and her bow clean of grime and in good shape before slinging both along with the bag holding the book of howls over her shoulder. She had a valid argument and had every right to join them in search of the cavern. Was it dangerous? Of course. But so had every other thing they'd done or encountered on their journey thus far. And she wasn't about to let the man stop her from doing her duty as queen. But she couldn't have been more wrong.She'd rehearsed the lines several thousand times in her head and she felt that she'd be ready to face Alexander once he returned. The moment the man stepped out of the washroom she knew she was in trouble. The water that dripped down his bare back and chest left her mouth feeling as if it were sealed shut with iron and her eyes couldn't seem to sit still as they tracked each patch of skin that glistened from the steam of the hot water. He hadn't noticed her and had her mind been working properly she would have been thankful for that. However as it were she simply found it impossible to process word or thought let alone movement and she stood almost statue like with a stiffness unmatched as her hands were held down at her sides in clenched fists. She watched with a tightened jaw as the elf went to dry his hair and only when her eyes began to burn was she able to force herself to blink. And by then he'd already made his way across the room.

                                                                          Belva was dumbfounded by her sudden inability to react the way she'd wanted to. What had happened to her poise? Her sternness? Her courage? It was as if a simple glimpse over the body of this man had turned her into one of madusa's figurines. It was only with the danger of being left behind that she was able to will herself forward and once she took the first step she knew the second would be easier. By the time she'd made it over to him her ease had slowly begun to return though she found it difficult to look at him even with his clothing on, as he was now fully dressed. Belva reached out and took hold of his arm hesitantly and only released it once she was sure she'd gotten his attention. For a moment she said nothing. Merely stood there dumbly as she looked everywhere but at his face. And when she finally built the courage to do so her words didn't come nearly as smoothly. "I'm coming with you. I know.... that you don't want me to and you think it's a terrible idea. And you're probably right. But I'm not going to sit here and bide my time pretending everything is fine while you, Silas, and Phineus are sent off doing what I should. I have just as much gambled into this as you do. And I'm done playing the ignorant. I'm done playing the part of the queen who does nothing while everyone around her dies because she was too stupid to see past the illusion of a perfect world. I'm going and you can't say otherwise. Because I won't let you leave without me even if it means I tail you from a hundred yards behind."



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                                                                  Alexander new he had blown it. And although the bath had been nice, he was well aware that he had let it seduce him for far too long. It seemed everyone was prepared for the day, before he was. He hadn't even noticed on his way toward the door that Bishop was gone, and Belva was waiting for him. Not until now.

                                                                  Now, he anticipated her footsteps, yet allowed her to turn him around anyway. And when he cast his gaze down upon her, she froze.

                                                                  When she spoke not, he swallowed in exasperation and rolled his azure eyes toward the window. The sun was shinning through now, and he was still not on his way. Surely this was a bad omen. And still, there nothing he could do about it now. If he continued traveling with this lot, he was to expect a life of tardiness. As well, he was to expect for nothing to go as he planned-- and for no one to follow orders.

                                                                  It was his own damn fault. He was too soft. And he continued to let Belva walk the streets half naked. There would be no knife on the King for her to use to defend herself. How would she get away? How would she resist the man's advances? He could only imagine what would happen if she could no longer hold onto the Book. And even worse, she was demanding to come along. So if not to be subjected to the King's strange tactics of wooing her, she would be killed by the demon that guarded the oasis-- and leave him to try and take care of Bishop alone. Certainly Silas, nor Phineus would be any help when it came to the boy.

                                                                  He needed to put a stop to these clothes, and to her constantly asking to come along. Alexander could respect the fact that she did not wish to be a Queen that sat around and let everyone else reclaim her Kingdom for her, but it was a bit late for that. She had been blind all this time. Why not continue? She could change when he was long gone, sitting on his own throne, without this burden upon his shoulders.

                                                                  "Why is it you think you can do whatever it is you want with no consequences? You think you can leave the castle without me? Dressed like this?" His eyes flickered toward her, from the window rather abruptly-- in an attempt to unnerve her. "I 'ate these clothes."

                                                                  Alexander was completely off topic, but he had wanted to get this off his chest last night. And since she wanted to demand something, he wanted to demand something of her. She needed to stay true, and pure. He would need to make sure that she understood that not listening to him, and not properly grieving the situation she was in, was making her brash.

                                                                  "This trip is dangerous. There are many obstacles, and test. People, places and things that will try to get your way. And your mind is still clouded by the betrayal of your beloved 'usband, and the death of your brother-- the loss of your Kingdom." His voice held a gravel to it, but he wasn't yelling. The man was slowly walking toward her, forcing her back toward the bed, as he dropped his weapon on the floor. His hungry eyes looked over her as he lectured.

                                                                  Once she was at the edge, he gently tapped her shoulder with his hand and knocked her over. "I can't be there to watch you every second and protect you from every beast around every corner. Or man...for that matter." Alexander dropped down over top of the woman, slamming down a hand on either side on her head as he loomed over her menacingly. Locks of his wet, crimson hair dangled over one shoulder and tickled the side of her face. He hovered there for a moment, staring down at her, observing her expression to see what he could make of it.

                                                                  Then he bent his elbows and descended upon her. "You aren't ignorant, woman. You're vulnerable. A man, or a beast can see that." He whispered, meeting her gaze with his own. "Look 'ow easily I managed this." Alexander slipped his knees onto the bed and pressed them against her bare hips. "Defend yourself." He demanded.

                                                                  If she insisted on dressing this way, then she needed to prove to him she could handle an attacked. "Subdue me."

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva watched Alexander with an uneasy gaze as he looked off towards the window near the farthest wall. And for a moment she'd allowed herself to assume that this was his way of giving in. Perhaps she'd finally reasoned with the man and he was considering what it was that she'd said. But of course, such an assumption was for not and as Alexander shot a look her way Belva felt a volt of electricity run through her system. "My.... clothes?" This had been the last thing she thought he'd be focused on. In fact she felt as if her new gown was an improvement if anything and she'd actually grown fond of how it looked on her. But apparently such opinions were not shared amongst the two, as it was in most things. Still, she had yet to fully understand the extent of Alexander's hate for her attire let alone how far he was willing to go to prove as much. The man was serious and she had yet to see him make a joke with the exception of the one he'd made upon receiving her gift. But surely this had to be one of those rare occasions..... After all, there were plenty of things that were far more important than what she wore on their journey. He honestly didn't think that this would at all impact their progress in any way.... did he? But Alexander was determined to make certain she understood. The man's expression.... changed. There was a look of lust in his eye as he continued to speak but his words were all but lost as the queen slowly inched away, unsure of what to make of the sudden change in atmosphere. She tried to focus on what it was he was saying but only found that watching his lips made it all the more difficult as he slowly closed in on her. Belva shifted her weight before realizing that she was steadily being forced backwards. Her hands felt behind her as she searched for some sort of support to keep her legs from giving way. She felt.... weak. As if the mere idea that this man alone was ascending upon her like a hungry wolf was almost too much to handle at once. And to an extent, it was.

                                                                          Her fingertips graced the fabric of the silk spread as she felt the back of her legs brush against the bed behind her. She'd assumed that this was where he'd stop. Make his final point before blatantly rejecting her decision to join him. But he didn't. Instead Alexander raised a hand and she found herself trailing the tips of his fingers with her eyes as he then pushed her shoulder back just enough that her bare feet slid against the floor causing her to fall back on the bed. Belva could feel her heart beat racing, clawing against her chest like an unknown force and all she could do was try and slid away from him. She moved further up the bed but only made it so far before Alexander's hands slammed down beside her. She glanced at either one before a shadow was cast over her and before she knew it the man was hovering over her suggestively. His words were but a blur amidst the constant drum in her ears as her blood flow quickened and her breaths grew shaky. Her limbs quaked nervously as he dropped to his elbows, whispering to her closely. And though she had just managed to avert her gaze before hand, now she found it not so easy as her eyes locked onto his. "Look 'ow easily I managed this." He uttered and Belva felt the slight pressure of his knees lock against her hips. She couldn't breathe. She could barely think. And as panicked as she was there was this bizarre desire to reach out and touch the elf despite this clearly being a test and nothing more. Defend yourself, he'd said. subdue me. But could she? He was right. She was vulnerable. She'd pushed back the grief, the rejection, the pain for so long that it was causing her to be irrational. Surely that's what this was. An irrational desire. He was doing this to make a point. She simply needed to keep reminding herself of that. And yet....

                                                                          Belva reached up shakily and pushed Alexander's hair back away from side of his face and for a moment her eyes seemed to gloss over hazily as if she were lost in her own separate state of mind. But in that split second, the woman reacted and pulled her knees up to her chest and wedged them twixt her and the elf before pushing up in hopes of tossing him over her head and onto the upper half of the bed in a summersault, using the momentum of the movement to roll herself on top of him, quite literally flipping the situation. Belva eyed him carefully, her brow knit together and her face flushed. Glancing over his body, it was apparent that she was tempted to act out but knew that she needed to prove to the man that she was capable of handling herself. Capable of fending off a man, as strangely enough it worried him. Belva knelt down over him much like he had done to her, allowing her lips to gently flutter against his skin as she spoke in a whispered tone. "I'm not as weak and helpless as you've made me out to be." After all, she had been the one who stabbed him.

                                                                          Belva stayed but for a moment more before finally slipping off of him and over the edge of the bed, grabbing her things that she'd dropped during the sudden..... test.... or whatever it had been....... and leaving the room. Once the door shut behind her Belva's calm and collected act fell to pieces and she gasped, fanning her face in an attempt to cool down and ease her quivering arms and legs, going so far as to slide down against the wall until she was sitting on the marble floor. When she felt she'd be able to walk downstairs without looking as flustered as she clearly was, she regrouped and hauled her things down to join Bishop, Phineus and Silas.

                                                                          "Bishop? Can I speak to you for a moment?" The boy nodded and left his seat as she knelt down before him and placed a hand on his cheek. "You're going aren't you?" He asked, all too aware of what she'd planned. "Yes..... I know it's... not ideal and believe me when I say I hate the thought of leaving you behind even for just a moment. But it's safer here. I just don't..... I can't...." Bishop nodded and wrapped his arms around the woman's neck in a tight hug as she did just the same. "I understand. Don't worry, I'll be okay. I have all these things to look at while you're away. Just promise me that when you come back you'll tell me everything." Belva smiled as the two pulled back to look each other in the eye. In that moment, she knew that this was truly what it must have felt like to be a mother and to care about a child to the extent that you wanted nothing more than to see them constantly smile. "Believe me I wouldn't have it any other way." And with that the queen planted a light kiss on Bishop's forehead and allowed him to return to his breakfast.



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                                                                  He didn't know what was happening; but the moment his gaze softened at the touch of her delicate fingers intertwined in wet locks of his hair-- he knew that Belva had indeed, 'subdued' him.

                                                                  The elf hadn't known what to expect, and his breaths became shallow under the heavy curiosity of whether it had been so long since this woman had a man-- that she was willing to take anyone who showed interest. Had she not understood the test? Was there no fear of him at all?

                                                                  And yet, Alexander didn't move to explain himself. He was lost in the surging feeling that was pulsed through his limbs as she trembled beneath him. It had been many years since he felt this kind of control, and the Queen wasn't even bothering to fight back, but instead seemed to have an invitation etched into her indigo irises.

                                                                  Alexander was afraid that things had gone too far, and wanted to drawback. However, the situation flipped so expeditiously, that the worries were practically knocked clear out of his mind upon the impact of his head hitting the silk sheets. And what he was left with, was seething anger.

                                                                  Immediately his gaze hardened, as he looked up to find her leaning in to whispered words of wisdom into his ear. Alexander's skin tingled at the collide of her warm breath against his flushed skin. And he fought the urge to growl and pushed her away.

                                                                  What a cruel trick! He had not expected such cleverness from a woman. So once again, he found himself at her mercy. Perhaps she did have the wherewithal to protect himself against a man whose intent was steal her purity. And such a conclusion should have put his mind at ease. But it didn't.

                                                                  She was toying with his very delicate temperament. She wanted him to give into his manly urges; the part of him that wished to lay with a woman, even when that women was a thorn in his side. To prove that he too was vulnerable. No. Belva would not win again. Tonight, he would request that the King send for him a whore, so he could cleanse himself of these urges.

                                                                  She was gone from his sight quickly enough. Alexander peeled himself off of the bed and tossed his legs over the side, then ran a frustrated hand over his face watching the door slam. He groaned loudly, getting to his feet to retrieving his weapon.

                                                                  This woman was villainous. And perhaps she would need to be that way in dealing with Daemos. Maybe she never even loved him. Whatever the case, he finally managed to depart from their quarters, calming his nerves enough to keep from finding her downstairs and strangling her. How dare she point out his imperfections, when he was merely trying to help her? That was the last time he did something like that to prove a point, especially since it had only made him look weak.

                                                                  Alexander was beside himself with frustration as he exited the room and made his way downstairs, across the carpeted bridge toward the dinning area. It was just as the bedrooms had been, seemingly carved right out of a tree. He found his companions at the table; Belva and Bishop were were hugging each other goodbye. "Phineus is going to stay 'ere."

                                                                  "What? I thought..."

                                                                  "I don't trust this smug son of a b***h with the oracle's son. And if you were smart, you wouldn't either." Alexander snapped, as the half-giant rose out of his chair and sank back into it just as quickly.

                                                                  "Do me me a favor, kid." The elf uttered finding the eyes of the boy. "Don't go running off. You made us a promise." His gaze then shifted to the Queen. "Let's go woman, you too Silas."

                                                                  That said, he turned around and led the way out of the castle, where their horses were waiting on the marble platform that lead down the backside of the city toward the valley. Unfortunately, the weather didn't promise a dry journey. The sky was filled with a mixture of shimmering and smokey clouds, that occasionally blocked out the glow from the sun.

                                                                  As there was last night, happy fairy servants were walking the area, saddling the animals and feeding them so they would be prepared for the trek. He wasn't sure if Belva could ride on her own or not, and did not ask her. Alexander mounted Hermes and waited for Silas to lead the way.

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                                                                          B                                                                          elva's heart leapt into her throat at the sound of Alexander's voice and almost immediately she stood upright and fidgeted slightly before resting her hands at her sides, tapping her thighs with the tips of her fingers as she anxiously awaited Alexander's decision. And what a decision it was. The elf informed his colleagues that Phineus would be the one staying behind and despite the fact that Silas seemed slightly disturbed by this, Belva was nothing short of pleased. Yes, it meant that she might lose her life to the dangers that await them in the cavern but this was something she felt she had to face. This did not alleviate her belief in them as a group. If they were were to succeed, she couldn't give way to doubt but at the same time stay connected with the reality of the situation. This wasn't going to be easy.... but it wasn't entirely impossible either. "Yes, sir." She remarked almost sarcastically before hurrying over to Bishop one last time, giving him one last squeeze as well as Phineus, bidding them farewell and requesting the half giant to take good care of the boy before running out after Alexander and Silas. The horses were waiting just outside of the entrance and it was only then that Belva realized she would be riding alone. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd rode a horse with the reigns in hand and for a brief moment she was worried that her journey would end just as soon as it began. But with as much stubbornness as a mule, the queen mounted Phineus' horse and gentle tapped its side with the heel of her foot, breathing a sigh of relief as it lurched into motion.

                                                                          The clouds were somewhat foreboding of the weather to come and Belva couldn't help but feel slightly worried by this. Descending past several hills, two valleys, and a river wouldn't be easy if the ground were slick with rain and mud. It wasn't long before the rumble of thunder broke off in the distance painting the sky in various hues of white and gray and she could see the people of Oasis hurrying into their homes to escape the oncoming storm. It was up to Silas to lead them in the right direction should they have any hope of out running it. As they began to pick up speed Belva allowed herself a brief moment to close her eyes and take in the sound of the hooves against the marble pavement beneath before the horses took a small jump off the platform and struck solid ground. Belva mouth came ajar as she glanced around much as Bishop had the first time they'd rode and watched the power behind the legs of the beast as they rode on. Realizing that keeping an eye on what was in front of her might be considered important, she re-directed her gaze only to find the back of Alexander's head as he followed close to Silas. The elf's hair whipped around in the wind just as wildly as his horse's mane and for a while she was entranced in how much it resembled live flame. It was only upon recalling the events of the morning that she was able to avert her eyes and focus on the man leading the way... Although.... Alexander was never far out of her peripheral vision and on several occasions she caught herself sneaking a glance his way. He didn't seem at all happy with her joining them from the way he'd spoken. But when could she truly count on the man to be happy about anything really? Still, she had to remind herself of all that Silas had said and remember that his behavior now may not have been by choice.......Then again.... perhaps he wouldn't have acted any other way even if he had heart....

                                                                          By the time they'd reached the first of the three hills they were to pass, the rain had begun to pour down, drenching them from head to toe. Belva eased Phineus' horse down the side of the hill steadily but the steed grew unsteady with each small slip. Lightning streaked the sky, spooking the horse further and she had to hold tight to its reigns as its nerves grew thin, causing it to run the remainder of the way down the hill with her partially dragging behind whilst she attempted to re-mount it. As it finally came to a stop Belva's hair whipped over her face in a mop of red curls. Her cloak flapped about freely as the wind picked up and she looked back up at Alexander and Silas as she moved her locks out of her face and gave way to an amused laugh. "I don't suppose either of you know a better way of going about this?" She called up to them as she hauled herself back onto the horse and awaited their ascendancy.



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                                                                  Alexander was not aware, but Silas had gone up to the room in the middle of breakfast in the hopes of retrieving his companions and starting on their way. However, when he peaked in through the door, he found the two upon the silk-sheeted bed just as Belva was pushing strands of hair from the elf's face. Silas had closed the door quickly, unsure of what he had walked in on. But somewhere deep inside something about this felt right.

                                                                  The two had come down shortly after, and certainly there wasn't much time to engage in sexual acts, but perhaps Alexander was well on his way to feeling something-- anything. He hoped it hadn't been lust that drove them to such a position, but then again he couldn't quite wrap his mind around it being much more than that, at least at this point. The two had him fooled. Silas was absolutely under the impression that Alexander hated this woman. But physically, there was a lot to like. Belva was a vision of beauty. Women didn't get much more alluring, than she. And for a King like Daemos to have found a spot in his heart for her, Silas wondered if a spark of something nice could help Alexander connect with his lost heart, wherever it was.

                                                                  The man wanted to inquire about what he had seen. And although, he was under the impression that it would be him that ended up with the Queen, he would do anything to see whatever witchcraft, that was done to his brother that fateful night, reversed. As a matter of fact, he was so conflicted over whether or not he should bring up the topic, he almost rode his horse down the hill.

                                                                  "Get off!" Alexander growled, as he dismounted Hermes and slapped the side of his companions leg. "The woman is already several feet ahead." Silas saw the flicker in the elf's eye and realized that it must have been nothing. Maybe he had gotten it all wrong. He was still calling her woman, and hissed like a snake when he referred to her. There was a distinct dislike that he had for Belva. And Silas came to the conclusion that a possible romance was all in his head, just as he jumped down to follow orders.

                                                                  Orders that Alexander wasn't sure why he had to give the first place. He could tell something was on Silas' mind. Unfortunately, he wasn't the type for small talk. Nor did he care about the man's demons at a time like this. Whatever it was that was bothering him, would surface sooner or later. For now, he was more concerned about the Queen toppling over herself and rolling all the way down the hill, with Phineus' horse not too far behind.

                                                                  He regretted his decision to bring her along as soon as he had made it, but there was really no turning back. Alexander admitted that she had beaten him at his own game. And this was simply the price he had to pay; possibly him, and the entire world-- if this beast devoured them whole and Book was never destroyed. He needed to stay focused. What was done, was done.

                                                                  The scenery was still just as spectacular as it had been when the sky was cerulean and the meadow dry, expect the rain added more depth to the landscape. The river that ran through the valley shimmered while drops of rain from the heavens collided with the surface, and spread the sloshed water into the lush green grass. Emerald trees swayed in the distance, engaged in an entrancing dance to lull those that passed through into a false sense of security.

                                                                  He had to admit, there was never a dull moment. Alexander could appreciate this allure. He could appreciate this enticing, flirtatious temptress. The elf hadn't noticed but his eyes were shifting toward the woman who rode at their side. "'Ow much farther?" He inquired, with the hopes of taking his mind off of anything 'curious' at all. So that he could focus on the mission.

                                                                  "Not much..."

                                                                  After several hills, the group passed through both valley's fairly quickly before coming to what seemed to be a dead end. Mountain tops jutted up toward the sky and ran horizontally as far as the eye could see. The neck of the river ran thick like a creek over many jagged rocks that poked above it's surface. Luckily, the rain had almost stopped. They simply needed to figure out why the manuscript lead them to a dead end.

                                                                  Silas halted his horse and looked at Alexander with concern. "Do you think we took a wrong turn?"

                                                                  Hermes bucked his head, obviously due for a break, so the elf dismounted his steed and moved toward the stream with hesitation. "Either that, or Oasis will be a ruler short when I return to the castle." Alexander was replete with indignation in that moment. He could already feel the rain converting to steam upon hitting his heated face, which he hid beneath his hood due to the inclement weather.

                                                                  Silas sighed. "The instructions end here. This is where the cavern should be. I don't know..."

                                                                  Alexander huffed and turned from the creek pacing back and forth with his irritation growing every minute. He worried that Bishop was in trouble. And that alone was enough to allow him the power to set the forest ablaze with only his mind.

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                                                                          T                                                                          he rain was persistent all the way through the remaining hills making their venture onward twice as difficult as their horses skid down the slopes of the muddied path that only proved to be more so due to the moisture provided by the river that ran close by. It was only until they reached a wall of what appeared to be a series of mountains as well as the source of the river that the weather began to break way to clear skies once more. It was beautiful and the waterfall that ran down the middle was reminiscent to that of Thalassa albeit much smaller and far more quaint. Still, the purity of such a place was intoxicating and Belva couldn’t help but feel herself drawn to it as the nostalgia of memories past began to sink in. She paid no mind to the frustrated tones of Alexander nor the bewildered expression of Silas as the two put into question the King of Oasis and his ability to be a trustworthy source. She felt… possessed in some way. Perhaps it was the thought of failure that pushed her to continue investigating or sheer stubbornness. Either way, she would not be put off. Instead Belva dismounted her horse and led the soaked animal towards the rivers edge so that it might drink while she further pondered their options, all the while entertaining her childish desire to walk through the waterfalls much as she had done at a younger age with her brother Atticus. Such memories of a time when there was little need for worry helped to keep her calm in such a desperate situation but she knew sooner or later she would have to face the fact that this might very well be the end of the road for them. And if so, what then? Where would they go? They’d been depending on the waters of the Oasis to serve an important purpose to help aid in their progression and if Beyon had lied about such a place for one reason of another……

                                                                          Belva pushed back such thoughts as she attempted to clear her mind, allowing the curtain of water to beat down upon her shoulders, her head, her face, and her back as she slipped through the other side. Her eyes shut as she took in the cold touch of the breeze running over her skin and sending a chill up her spine. And that’s when she felt it. Looking down at her feet, Belva came to the realization that the waterfall hid more that mere memories, but a back current. The amount of water falling from above did not drift purely in the direction of the river, but split into two separate streams. One being the one they’d followed…. The other running behind the waterfall and into the black abyss that was a cave. Her interest was piqued now. And though she felt there was reason to alert Alexander and Silas of such findings the need to delve deeper into the matter was far more tempting. Belva took a hesitant step forward and reached for the nearest wall of the cave as she inched along into the darkness for what seemed like hours but in reality, was only a matter of minutes. Suddenly there was light. Near the top of the cave pieces of mountain had broken away allowing the suns rays to pry through and light up a large section of the rocky floor. The stream gleamed beneath it and just off in the distance was the unmistakable sound of rushing water. A flutter of excitement awoke in the queen and without so much as a second thought she bolted forward only to lose her footing on a slick piece of stone and skid forward before falling on her backside. She let out a brief cry as her legs dangled over an endless pit that had gone unnoticed in the shadows of the cavern and the echo of stone bounced off the walls as pebbles broke free after her sudden fall and plummeted into the hole below.

                                                                          ” And so the gods struck the oasis with such force that it created a massive cavern in the earth, swallowing the Oasis”

                                                                          King Beyon’s words racked against the darkest corners of her mind and a smile lit her face upon realizing what it was that she’d discovered. She’d found the cavern. With a swell of pride over her streak of luck, Belva rose from her place and ran as quickly, and carefully, as possible back from whence she came and burst through the waterfall and out into the open. ”It’s here, he didn’t lie.” She blurted as she leaned forward and support herself with her palms on her knees. ”Beyon spoke the truth. The cavern is all too real. And it’s behind the waterfall. The pit goes straight down. It’s a long fall….” The horses would have to stay behind. She hadn’t even begun to consider what it would take to descend into such treacherous grounds. "The river has a back flow. A separate stream that runs through into the cave and down into the cavern. If were lucky, There will be just enough water pooled at the bottom to take most of the impact. But there's no guarantee. Unless either of you have a rope on hand..... I get the feeling we will have to depend merely on determination and luck to free climb our way down.



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