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He continued to play his coral ocarina untop of the castle walls. He was thinking of Karasi. He hasn't seen her in a while, other then her short training session she had. He just shrugged, he would only wait till then. Starting to recollect the time when there was no war, or threat of war. It was a time long lost, because the mythical crystals the kingdoms thought the other had. Since as for as he knows, the four crystals were destroyed after the second war. Along with many majestic creatures, the rest slowly died out through the proceeded wars. That was a very sad time, the loss of so many beautiful creatures that were never part of the war. The only two as far as he knew were the dragons and the griffens. He nodded at a passing gaurd. Such sad times. He thought.

Tamuril walked up to the door as if to leave, and turned around at the last second. Maybe someone in the Royal Family had became a traitor? It didn't matter anyway, the dragon seemed harmless. He had already guessed that you had to be of Royal Blood to enter that library, or else many of the other people would have discovered it.

Tamuril looked down at the floor. Now what were they to do? tamuril felt the urge to do something, but nothing could be done. He looked back up at Takara, and noticed the silverish outline within the egg. How interesting Tamuril thought to himself. It was as if some magical force surrounded the egg from the inside to prevent the dragon from hatching. Again however, the question pooped into his mind, what were they to do now? "My queen, what would you have me do now?"

Tamuril turned around, and opened the door to leave. There was virtually no point in staying, unless she wanted him to. Something inside Tamuril doubted that though. She probably wanted to try and figure out why the dragon was there, or something like that. as he took a couple steps out of the door, he turned his head around to face Takara."I'll be training if you are in need of me." With that, Tamuril closed the door and made his way to the training grounds.

When Tamuril did finally get there, many of the knights had spotted Tamuril approaching. They had all asked if he was going to train with them, and Tamuril of course said yes. All the knights had seemed to become quite pleased, they always like to train with Tamuril. Not only did he prove a challenge, but he also taught them valuable things in combat.

Karasi, her lessons for the day finished, had headed back to her room. It was tiring, but she had expected that. She knew taht she could not improve if she did not push her limits. Once in her room, she had prepared a hot bath for herself, something she was long used to doing. It could be awekerd, with her wings, but she knew how to deal with that. Keeping her wings extended she had sunk as low as she could in the water. It was nice, relaxing, to feel the water wash over her weary body. The heat seemed to soak in, seeping thorugh her system and soothing her tight muscles.

When she was done her bath, Karasi wrapped a towel around herself and headed back into her main room. She had been about to grab some clothes from her pack when she noticed the closet door was open. Curious, she walked over and peered inside. What she saw caught her by surprise. Hanging up were many dresses and other outfits, all small enough for her. They were all cut to allow for her wings as well. Wondering who it was that had supplied these, Karasi concluded that it must have been the queen, for who else could have? Taking out an emerald dress, Karasi slipped it on. It was a simple cut, but it was more beautiful then she had ever hoped to wear. It flowed lightly about her legs and ankles, starting just above the hips. It was held up by thick straps and was cut low in the back for her wings.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Karasi smiled lightly. She had not worn a dress like this, or any dress for that matter, since her parents had been alive. Looking back in the closet, Karasi noticed a pair of slipper like shoes, much like the ones that the queen had been wearing. They were a slighty darker colour than the dress, but just enough that their colours did not blend together. Still smiling to herself, Karasi left her room and headed out to the public garden that she had been in the day before.

He watched as the one man defeated the three gaurds. Hmm, nice form. Maybe I should challenge him, it'll be a good warm-up for me. And hone my neglected skills. He slid off the wall and proceeded towards the man. "Hello, care for a friendly duel?" He asked the man when he got close enough. "I'm a bit rusty, since I haven't fought anyone for several years." He wondered how well he would do, since he was a bit out of practice.

"I am known nowadays as Khnui." He said as he caught the wooden sword. He went to the side and undid the straps to his claymores, he then took out his dirk and placed it on the ground. "Don't touch these unless you want to get burned." He said to the nearby people. He went back to where he was before, swung his sword a bit to get a feel for it. "OK." He said, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes when he exhaled, complete seriousness were in his eyes. He rushed then, covering the ground in between them within seconds. He jabbed forward with the wooden sword, just enough so that he could recoil to block or strike again.

He grabbed his foot. "And save the talking for after the fight." He said, pushing the foot away while swinging the sword at the an's arm. His foot ready to push back in case the man were to slash at him with the wooden sword. His other foot aimed at an opening the kick the man did opened.

He moved without thinking. His leg snapped back to his body, He then grabbed the arm that was thrust into him. He then somehow twisted his body so the kick hit him in the side, which sent a wave of pain through him. He then proceeded into throwing the man over his shoulder. He knew the man would land easily enough, but he needed to recollect himself and make a new strategy.