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Akori tried to defend himself against her swings at him, noticing that she was getting more annoyed, and so was he. He put down his sword, "useless, I don't want to kill you, then everyone will cry for you, you don't deserve that" he half shouted, he didn't know where it came from, but it had to come out, and as it did, he was half glad, though after he regreted it, but he decided to keep his firm expression, not wanting to loose against a girl.

"WHAT?!?!? You mean to say you LET HER GO GET HERSELF KILLED!" His hands had gripped her shoulders, he was shaking her around. Letting her go, he turned to the door. "Tell my father he might not see me again. Not that he cares anymore." Sprinting out the door, he burst into the stables. "Syrva!"

When no answer came, he looked around. Syrva was not there. "Syrva?" Again, no answer. Getting to her stable, she wasn't there. Swearing, he grabbed another horse, now wasn't the time. Getting on the horse, it got it's workout for the day, charging to reach the Queen of Keros. Roran prayed he wouldn't be too late, Crow was a fast horse.

Amaya had reached the Striker home after a long time of riding. It was in a giant, steep, rocky valley. Sighing, she swung herself off of Crow, patting her neck. "You've been a good horse all these years. Thank you dear friend." She whispered to the horse, who whinnied back in reply. Amaya sent her dear horse off to the castle and started climbing.

It took a pretty long time, and by the time she reached the main nest of the Strikers, her hands were torn and bleeding from the sharp rocks. As soon as the queen set foot in the nest, she was greeted by five strikers who surrounded her quickly, ripping off the clothing over her right shoulder and exposing a black cresent moon.

After she was taken to the head striker, who was extremely angry. "Please...We would never attack you! We made a promise to leave your territory completely alone! It was the general's fault! He has been detained and executed for high treason!" Amaya pleaded, trying to calm the beasts. It didn't seem to work. The head Striker roared loudly, smacking his giant paw into Amaya's small body and slamming it against a rock wall. "I'm s-sorry....I know it was my responsibility....but I was helping in an attempt to bring our kingdom together with another Kingdom...Please just don't destroy Keros..." Amaya begged as she shoved her body up with one arm, shaking a little from pain. She didn't want her life to end the same way her mother's did. She had to stop them soon.

Rising to her feet once more, the Strikers saw the queens determination, and calmed a little, giving her a little respect. "Please...I-I just want there to be peace...I hold no grudge against you for executing my mother and I have always made sure that my people stay away from your territory..." She begged bowing to the creatures. She sang softly to the Strikers, now completely calming them down. The head striker walked up and gently took the queen in it's maw, letting her body drop limply from bloodloss and exhaustion. Flying down to the bottom of the valley where the Striker territory ended, it layed her body gently on the ground, biting a cresent moon in her left shoulder as well before flying off, leaving the wounded queen alone in the woods of Keros.

Amy turned sharply, and angered look wiping her face, "no you know what, you win...ok? go and..and...and CELBRATE! have fun, be arrogant, like always, go out, misjudge more people, and be caught up, and die without friends, or whatever it is you do, just remember one thing, if you do happen to change your mind about things, don't come running back to me, because you've really proven to be more arrogent, and selfish and...and....foolish than I expected of a prince of 'KEROS' seriously, you are nothing like your brothers, they are kind, and keep a good reputation for Keros, all you do is...is destroy it, you destroy everything by your attitude, it's simply...disgusting" she half shouted, turning away.

A rather tall man walked into the medical ward, his purpose in the castle not clear by his clothes. The docs showed a brief expression of distaste to his presence, but said nothing. Frowning himself, he strode over to Princess Vivian's side, looking down at her pale face. Ah...so this is my charge. He chuckled to himself, plopping down in the chair next to her bed on the other side, twirling a dagger in his hands as he waited for her to wake. That didn't seem to take too long. The dagger seemed to vanish as he sat up, unruly hair falling in front of one eye.

Vivian woke, feeling much better than earlier, but not 100%. Well enough to move she figured in her head. Starting when she saw the man sitting next to her bed, she pushed herself up quickly, away from him. Phillip chuckled, holding up his hands as if to say he wouldn't attack. "Woah there now Princess Vivian, I'm just here to make sure you're safe ok? The names Phillip, and like I said, I've been assigned to guard you." Vivian narrowed her eyes a little, raising an eyebrow. "What? Um...ok, Phillip. When was I assigned a guard?" She asked in indignation. Phillip sighed, getting to his feet. "Today, about fifteen minutes ago. Oh, and even if you don't see me, believe me, I'm still around." With that, he got up and left her alone.

Vivian watched him go, shrugging to herself. She placed the rings on her right hand index and middle finger, cutting a lock of her own hair and braiding it with Christophs. She took a piece of her torn dress and tied off the ends, making it a bracelet on her wrist for the time being. Then she went to her room, doing fine thus far despite the fact she was still sick. After placing the braided hair in a velvet lined box where she kept some of her more precious small items, she changed into a forest green gown that was similar to the midnight blue one she had been wearing.

Akori rolled his eyes, sighing, then he loked at her, "FINE!" he shouted, feeling rage rise even further.