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Iliad sighed, looking out at the skyline of the city from the rooftops, so far he wasn't enjoying his morning. First it started off almost perfect, he was with Sabine, they were eating breakfast, Iliad felt almost normal. Then they separated and Iliad started to feel almost dependent on the company he had grown so used to, even if it was there for only a day. He shook his head, remembering the next part, well not really remembering, how could he forget? After finally putting his foot down and declaring that he didn't need anybody Iliad picked out a house to rob. He either made the best or worst choice of his life. After some snooping around the house and giving the diary he found a quick reading, something he was not proud of, he found out the house belonged to... his sister, his twin sister, maybe... Iliad chuckled, "What should I say, hey, remember when you wrote in your diary that you wanted to see your thief of a dad, well I'm his son, your brother." He said in a mock tone, "Oh, how do I know, well I was robbing your house and happened across your diary, after reading through a few entries I came to this conclusion, sorry about mom." Iliad stood up, "Yea, thats going to happen," He started to run again, it seemed to be all he was good at. "But I have to say something, I have a sister, I think, I should atleast try to confirm it, ask her when her birthday is, something..." Iliad jumped from a roof and caught an awning, almost ripping it. He let go of it and droped a few feet before grabbing a window sil, then he let go of that and caught the window beneath it. One last drop landed him on the ground floor.
Iliad looked around, market district. He thought about going to the red light district, grabbing a girl, truly proving to himself that he didn't need Sabine, but that was childish, hell, it boardered on pathetic. Instead he was just going to chill out, try to mellow and keep calm. He had another wallet to add to his collection, and its contents to blow on anything, so thats what he planned to do. Iliad walked down the boulevard, looking for a store he might enjoy.
Iliad couldn't really find anything that interested him, though he did stop off at a jewelers so that he could sell the gems he looted from his sister's house. That is not something I'm going to tell her. He thought with a smirk. He kept going down the street, hoping for a sign to catch his eye.

Zellana was on her 21st lap around the area in which she was to patrol, and she could tell it was just the begining of a very boring day. With every lap her patients grew thinner and thinner. After a few more laps she wouldn't be surprised if she attacked someone for looking at her the wrong way. With a huff she sat down at a bench and looked out at the street, it was gravel. If the city doesn't even care enough to construct the street with cobble stones why do they care enough to put a guard on watch duty? She thought bitterly, Esspecially one from the Order. She sighed and stood back up, it wouldn't be best if she was caught sitting down on the job.
Maybe it was the fact that the Order was new that she was stuck with such a boring patrol. I guess since the rebels have yet to actually do anything substantial, atleast substantial enough to warrent our creation, the Order will be just nothing more than regular guards with a fancy name, makes me almost wish for a rebel to light a city street on fire. She thought, Maybe then they will actually send us out to find magic users, instead of just waiting to find them, or maybe we already do and I just got this patrol because someone above me just doesn't like me.
Shaking her head at the last thought, Zell made her way to the only restricted part of town in her patrol. It was the site of a rather uncalled for attack by the guards, atleast she thought it was uncalled for. Then again she was not even part of the Guards back then so she really didn't know the full details. All she did know was that a man died and they burned his house to the ground, and that more than anything was the reason it was off limits. The walls still stood on a shakey foundation and the city didn't want someone dying because a building collapsed ontop of them, so they made sure to keep the riff raff out. Although the reason anyone would want to go to the carcas of an old house is beyond me. She thought to herself.
Just as she was passing the trail that led up to the house she heard something that put her on edge. Is that crying? She asked herself. Indeed thats what it sounded like, faint as it was there was deffinatly someone crying up the trail. Zellana twisted her face into a confused expression and made her way up the trail. Maybe someone just needed a quiet place to cry, if so sorry, you're not allowed to be here. She thought as the burnt down house came into view.
She looked around and soon found the source of the noise. An old woman, judging by the silver hair, was curled up into a ball and crying. Zellana took a step closer and realized that the woman was much younger than she initially thought. The exposed parts of her body were devoid of any signs of age. The girl must have not only been quite young, but also pretty fit, judging by her toned legs. Zellana was about to tell her that this was a restricted area in a nice tone, then she noticed the sword. Zellana tensed up and grabbed the hilt of her own sword. In as authoritive a voice as she could muster, which was a pretty good one, she said, "This is a restricted area, I'm going to have to ask you to leave peacefully, failure to do so will result in me dragging you out by force, is that understood?" Zellana felt mean for saying that to the crying girl, but after noticing the girl was armed she wasn't taking any chances.

Iliad smiled as he exited a small apothacary, Poison, I love poison... He thought with a smile. That wasn't all he had bought though. He also purchased a good deal of medicinal herbs, many for pain. After seeing Sabine go the whole night in pain due to him not having anything for pain he wanted to make sure that wouldn't happen again. Iliad looked down both directions of the street and thought about which one to go down, but decided against either. Iliad was done shopping, now he needed to get something off his chest, he needed to visit his father's house. It would be the first time in a long time, but he needed to check something, besides, with Sabine occupying his house he suspected he was going to be seeing his father's house alot more often.
Iliad made his way from the markets to the poor district. He was making his way to the house when he saw a kid no older than 9 coming right towards. Iliad smiled wide and let the small boy bump into him. Iliad cocked his head to the side, Huh, not bad, not better than me at his age but not too bad at all. Iliad was missing one of his wallets, an empty one most likely. Conversly, in Iliad's hand was something he expected the boy would want back, his belt. Before the boy sped off, which was in about 5 seconds, Iliad called out. "Hey, you forgot something kid." He raised the belt into the air. The boy turned back and was awestruck. He pulled up his already falling pants and ran back to Iliad. "How did you?" Iliad smiled, "I've been doing this for a little bit longer than you have, word of advice, make sure you know who you're robbing before you try to rob him." Iliad tossed the boy back his belt. With a nod the boy put his belt on and began to walk away, "Ahem!" Iliad interjected. The boy stopped and walked back over to Iliad, giving him back his wallet. "Thanks, and this is for not running away." Iliad said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small garnet and gave it to the kid. "See you later." Iliad said turning away from the once again awed child.
Iliad made it to his father's house a few minutes after his encounter with the child. He opened up the door with the key that was kept inside a small cubby hole next to the lock. Iliad walked in and sighed, it had been years since he was here, yet it felt oddly more like home than any other house of his. He walked into the house, paying attention to nothing else but the room all the way to the back, his father's old room. Iliad opened the door cautiously, just incase his father booby trapped the door. It wasn't and Iliad made his way into the room, even with his father dead he still felt like he wasn't allowed in here. Iliad looked around and soon found what he was looking for. A small journal, much like the one Iliad kept for recording things that would help him on future raids. Iliad sat down at the bed and picked up the book.
With a sigh he opened it and read the first page. "So, Iliad, either I'm already hung, or you're a better crook than I thought. Either way this is your reward for managing to get into this little book. I never had the courage to tell you in person, and with each passing day I feel like I never will, that is the reason I wrote this book. I'm not sure yet how long it will be, I guess as long as it can go before I feel a noose around my neck. Iliad, I never had alot to give you, hell I made you save up your own money so you could have an inheiritence, but maybe this will make up for it. I'll share with you all I can about your mother..." Iliad kept on reading, it felt like he was actually being talked to. It was almost otherworldly.
"Well, that is all I have to say about my time with her, now comes something I don't think you were expecting, she was a General in the Royal Guard. That is why you never seen her. I'm sorry, I would have loved for you to meet her, maybe you still can, her name is Bell, we eloped but as you can imagine it did not last. Our worlds were too far apart, which brings me to another thing. You are not my only child, you have a sister, a twin sister, her name is Zellana. I know this makes no sense, but at birth your mother and I split you two up. I took the boy, she took the girl. I guess that way we would always remember each other, but I don't think it was fair to you, or her..." Iliad sighed and put brought his hand to his face, letting out a long, audible sigh. "Well, I wanted proof, there it is huh."
Iliad stood up and tossed the book into his back pocket. He exited the house, locking it up behind him. All the talk he gave himself about being able to carry on alone went out the window, and he just needed to tell someone what he knew. The only person he could think of that would listen would be Sabine, who was at her parents house, at the edge of town by the farms. Iliad would go there and talk with her for a bit, hopefully he wasn't interupting anything.

Zellana looked as the girl stood up and felt even worse, though she didn't show it. The girl was deffinatly mourning something, and Zellana was not heartless, but she also had laws to uphold. After a second Zell noticed something, Its the girl from yesterday. Zell then heard her speak and was put on edge again, she could tell the girl was not going to let this go easilly, Zell wouldn't either. From what the girl said this was her parent's house, the man the guards killed was her father. Zellana drew her sword and pointed it at her. "I'm sorry, but you need to leave now, maybe it would be smart to put their graves in a cemetary that way you can see them without this happening."
Zell sighed, now really knowing this was not going to be easy. "Listen, just standing here is reason enough, this is a restricted area." She then shook her head, How ignorant is this girl? She thought before saying, "And you're wrong, I am better than many others, I don't break the law, maybe you should think about that before you start to spew your we are all equal bull s**t." That last part was harsh, but it was just like a rebel to say that, The ones on the bottom are always trying to say that everyone is equal, no, the weak and lawless are not my kin, not in anyway.
Zellana was past the point of feeling bad for the girl, so what she said next didn't phase her as much as it would have earlier. "Its time for you to go, I hate to say it but you're on restricted ground and mourning on borrowed time, if you don't leave, and I mean now, I'll drag you out kicking and screaming." Zellana then caught the last part and gritted her teeth, Oh, thats how ignorant she is. Zellana held her sword infront of her, not in a battle position, but close to it. "We're not all the same, and we are not all cold hearted, we just live on the right side of the law, but far be it for you to realize that we are the good guys, no that would make too much sense. You should think about that before you give me your holier than thou speech, because all I see is the burnt down house of a criminal and his criminal daughter." Zellana was livid, "This is your final warning, leave and I won't break your ******** legs."