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Takara remained unaffected by Cell's words, used to having nasty insults thrown at her. Then Cedric himself came over and took the two out of the room, shutting the door right after. Then he turned around and came up closer to her, then asked her this: "Will you answer one question for me, Lady Takara: Did you kill the Ehsar king?"

"Yes I did." Takara answered as her fingers entwined with each other as they laid out flat against her lap. "He was getting ready to execute me so I blew him back with my wind magic. He hit his head against one of the desks in his room and was knocked-out. I took the small blade he was going to use to cut my throat and stabbed him until he was dead. Why?"

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Liam leaned against the castle wall, his head lifted up towards the sky. His dirty blond hair hung over his eyes, his golden eyes seeming to reflect the light back. He'd tried to find his way back and failed badly, only ending up in putting himself in a completely different place than before. Asking for directions would be useless, seeing how his memory wasn't too good and he would probably just get himself in a tighter mess; if that were possible.

"...Might as well ask...." Liam muttered to himself, pushing himself from the wall and doing just as he said he would. In the end he did in fact get himself lost, until he finally just asked a maid to take him back to his room. She nodded and took in through the halls without any hesitation, and soon they were standing in front of the door. He sighed as he shook his head, feeling left in the maid's shadow for knowing the castle halls so well.

"Don't worry," The maid suddenly told him as she spotted his discomfort. "You'll eventually learn your way. For now I'd suggest getting maids to lead you around until you're able to learn your way."

"Thanks." Liam simply answered, giving her a slight wave before he went into his room, which he shared with five other knights who currently appeared not to be there. He didn't mind, he preferred to have his own space. Hopefully the queen would give him a hand, seeing how he'd helped her. Not that she seemed like a very compassionate person. No, she was just flat-out cold-blooded to him.

"Lucky me." He remarked to himself as he sat down on his bed, scratching the front of his neck.

Cedric slammed a fist and a chunk of the table splintered. He quickly spun away and took a few steps toward the door then stopped. All he had worked for. Everything. His final mission. Not only did he not complete it, but it was done FOR HIM. He sighed, trying to restrain himself as best he could. He was breathing heavily, penting his rage from destroying the entire library. It was all for nothing... NOTHING! He faced the Queen once more and shook his head. "You wouldn't understand..." he sighed and drew his sword. Cedric stood for a few moments, examining the blade. He was wondering what would happen when he died. Would being Godsend stop him or would he pass on just like any other?

He lowered his sword and looked at her curiously. He remembered the names now that they were spoken to him. After a moment, he sighed softly again. "Then you know who I am. Very well, then. I suppose I could explain." He paused to look at the door. Truly, he did not wish anyone else to hear. "As you seem to know, I am Cedric Alimony, Godsend of Hosvanji, Recreator of all things beyond repair. Hosvanji was killed in a war among the Gods during this, my final mission. I was supposed to kill the old king of Trusar. Next, I had to maneuver so as to kill the Ehsarian Family.

"When he died, I lost the last piece of guidance and companionship I had. In addition, I no longer have a purpose or reason for living. So, I vowed that when I finished this final mission, as a final will to Hosvanji, I'd kill myself. I was born to kill and now I no longer have a guide to aim my sword. I'm worthless now. In addition, I never completed the final will; you did so in my stead..." Yet another sigh.

"So, with the very sword Hosvanji bestowed upon me, I'll end my life." He looked at Takara. "And now you know everything."

He layed down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. If one were to walk in and casually look at him, that person would have thought him dead. The only evidence of him being alive was the slow movement of his chest. He was thinking about what he was going to do in the future, since the only thing that is keeeping him alive are his promises. Other then that, he had nothing to live for. He looked into his past for guidance, but only found pain and suffering. He had very little happiness in his life, and now he wondered if he'll ever be happy. Not the kind of happy that stays only for a little one, but the kind that is deep and eternal. Like when you see a loved one when you've been away for a long time. He sighed heavily. If he were to die now, no one would be sad, no one will miss him. He closed his eyes, and made his mind go blank. Swimming in a pool of nothingness, this was how he slept. Since gory nightmares of his past haunted his actual sleep. So he just sent his mind wandering in a state like sleep, but wasn't sleep.

He was silent, listening appropriately. When she finished, he held up his sword and looked at it again. It slowly faded to a blazing red then back to purple. No one else would understand but Cedric. He sheathed the weapon. "Then I suppose I still have some use. But before I leave, you have to promise that I shall kill him. To have someone steal it away a second time, even in ignorance, will not go over so easily with my spirit. This God or figurehead, whichever it may be, will die at my doing, and I'll cause some serious havoc for anyone that tries to have it otherwise." Without pause, he knelt then, one fist to the ground. "You have my services so long as you can keep that promise."

Cedric rose and gave a bow of his head. "Then that is all. I will be in my room, as usual." He spun around and left, in somewhat of a better mood than before. At the least, he wasn't threatening to tear the building down.

Anon, as he was still known, nodded to Tamuril as he passed. He was still Anonymous and planned to keep it that way. The name Cedric never came up in books of history, but it was in the background of many very large events. Anon I shall be until use runs out.

In a way, he was glad Takara had told him of this opportunity to redeem himself, but at the same time he was somewhat irritated for not even being around when it was all taken care of the first time. Bastardly Gods sharing my name. They should know the importance of my secrecy! It cannot be known one such as myself exists for we are not supposed to. Gods are not supposed to intervene in this manner...

Before Tamuril walked in, he scanned the room. Pieces of wood were seen, her papers scattered about, and the black ink on the floor. "What the hell? Did Anon do this?" Tamuril questioned to himself, as he finally walked in. The crutches moved fluently with his legs. It seemed as if Tamuril had been using the crutches for at least a week, even though it had only be less than an hour.

"Uh, a little unorganzied today, are we?" Tamuril said, as he turned around to shut the door. 'Miss me?' Takara had asked Eveel that, of course, but Tamuril did still somewhat miss her. He didn't say anything, but he did.