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It was horrible.

Seeing the ruins of the Silver Kingdom with her own eyes had been hard enough. Her task had been to gather miasma from the Tower, and yet, she could not help but feel a sense of pity of the emptiness, the eeriness, of what was left of a place many once called home.

And now her own Kingdom fell, and she knew the pain the citizens of the Silver Kingdom had felt. Arms folded, her fists clenched tightly around her arms. Justice watched, unable to take her eyes away from the slow deterioration of their Kingdom.

Once, she had thought that she would deal out justice on the battlefield. But she had not come into skirmishes in the one trial alone and she wondered if she could aid in a battle to take away someone else's Kingdom. Was that called Justice?

But at least their King was alive. And with the battle won, they could rebuild their Kingdom. It was an inner struggle within herself, but she ultimately remembered what she had stood up for, what she had proclaimed to do for their Kingdom.

She would fight. The Black Kingdom would rise once more.

His prediction is right...again. Sometimes he is afraid by his own ability to predict things like this.

The Voice has spoken. The fires of battle has been lit. The fuel, that is a mixture of hatred, sadness and despair has been poured upon the Remnants.

One thing is certain.



This is the battle he's been expecting.
But before that, he would need something...someone else. His combat ability is very well above average, but he would not like to take any chances of being backstabbed or ambushed.

He would need partners. Trusty Partners.

Jericho turned as he saw his fellow Forturne. He was still very angry, and it was rather apparent too. He let out a huff, he nodded to the feline.

"Indeed. I will rip out their throats. We will still stand victorious over them all. I swear by it," he snarled, "Fortune is fickle. But I have faith it will be on our side once we are out on the field."

When she heard the crack, it was as though her heart followed suit. This must have been how those from the silver kingdom felt. It was horrid and sad, she was torn between fighting and consoling those around her. There wasn't much time left before they would have to leave for the battle field, which from the sounds of it was their last chance. What were they going to do?

Strength felt as though she could barely breathe, the stress of it all weighing on her. Would her comrades be able to keep the faith of the kingdom
? They were a strong group, they should be fine. But this kind of pressure could break anyone not strong enough to deal with it. Honestly, she couldn't blame them if they did.

When the arms wrapped around her she wasn't exactly sure how to handle it. She wasn't offended or angered, but felt a strange sense of comfort. She was thankful for this random act, and considering the circumstances, she had a feeling the half of the Lovers needed it too. For now they were all orphans, who had to fight for their lives and a home. Maybe everyone needed a hug... "It will be ok. We are strong and fierce, and above all else; angry."

It wasn't any easier, the second time around. It was perhaps, marginally less horrific, since it wasn't his familiar, home surroundings crumbling...but in some ways, the fact that he'd left his own shattered, fallen kingdom, only to join another (temporarily or not, it was the same)...and have it fall to ruin, as well.

Finally, all was almost eerily quiet, and then, filling the silence with an oppressive, heavy weight upon everyone, the Voice spoke.

Apparently, it was time for him to decide where his loyalty lay. He might not be up for swearing eternal allegiance--the fast-moving events were such that he couldn't help but think a rushed decision would be foolish--but he also didn't think he could sit back and offer to do nothing, either.

Slowly, he squared his shoulders, and made his way forward, to offer his life (or to die, as the case may be) in the battle ahead. He might not be too sure that he was on board with the vengeance-mindedness of the kingdom, but he had too much sympathy for what they had to be going through (although their King still stood) to not offer whatever aid he could.

Strength nodded as the other shadow pulled back, patting their shoulder as a sign of solidarity. "I don't think others will be ready for us. But we will prove that we should not be under estimated."

She would be as much of a pillar as she could for her comrades, being sure to be a representative of her name. She would be open to those who needed her support, and stand for who she could. The times ahead were going to be very difficult, and they would all need to dig deep.

Arynek looked at the shield Sun tossed her, and then looked back at Sun with a confused look. Does she want her to slide down the stairs on the shield? The girl had no idea how to do it, no a clue at all. "Sun, how can I use it?" When Sun wanted to speak something, a shadow came straight to them.

"You two-"

The shadow's calling drew Arynek's attention, she listened to what the shadow said and looked back to Sun, for what they should do next.

Every time the Voice showed up, there wasn't any good news. But this time, Arynek was glad for the news that Black kingdom may not fall as Silver. However, the Voice asked for battles. Pondering for a while, she made up her mind.

"Although I hate fighting, I don't want to see your kingdom fall, so I'd like to offer my help, the most I can give." She gave a hug to Sun. This girl had been kind to she, taking her around and leading her away from danger. Arynek viewed Sun as a friend, though they just met for a short time. It's time for her to return the flavour, to show that she is with them.

He needed time to think and collect himself, his options, and consider his next plan of attack. This was the third time his life was in danger in the last few days. His first home of the Silver Kingdom fell, and it nearly killed him. The return back to investigate nearly cost him his life yet again. Now, now, this voice speaks of the Black Kingdom falling as well. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, he grew angry at the thought. Why does life continue to s**t on him when he finally gets comfortable? Is it that difficult? Life throws its punches and, so far, he had adapted to them. How long he could keep it up remained unknown, but, as a Silver, he had to. It was what they were good at.

Silently, the Wandering Shadow sat upon the top step of SOME RANDOM STAIR CASE.