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One, two, three, four... He was still counting when the dragon appeared. In the initial shock he slew several more, and still more as they tried to run. Anyone that he had passed up now had to try and retreat by running near him and he let very few by. By the end, blood stained his entire being, and was so soaked in some areas that it... well, it bled through, and dripped all over. He set the blade back in its sheath. It cleaned itself, a small magick emplaced by Hosvanji when Cedric had first been visited by the God. He turned and looked to his 'allies' and take in the results. So few deaths. In fact, he only saw nine bodies as it was, that were Tamuril's men. That was pathetic. Surely there was another motive.

Takara snapped again, and the dragon disappeared once all of the soldiers of Ehsar were gone. She turned away, walking out of the room and returned to her shoes. Once they were back on, she headed outside. The sun greeted her, and blinked against it, bringing a hand up to shelter her frozen eyes that disliked to be melted. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she put down her bow and quiver and started walking again, looking down at the dead men and stopping. She shut her eyes, whispering a thanks to them before she started off again.

"...And exactly you might you be?" Takara asked in monotone as she approached Cedric. Her pupils were small and looked more like tiny dots, and the icy blue irises looked hollow. "You obviously aren't an enemy, but quite frankly I don't know who you are."

He looked up to see Lady Takara. Now he had her attention, and without even trying. "I am the man that slew your ex-husband," he replied simply. "My name is invalid. Give me one if you so desire, but that may be discussed later, if you don't mind. Earlier, I came to your castle for the second time to try and speak with you. Unfortunately, this incident occurred and I lent a hand. I had hoped to speak of an alliance, if you will, between your forces and myself. I know I am only one man, but blessed by a God, and I think my clothes speak plainly for me, smothered in the enemy's blood." He set his left hand on the pommel of his sword, and his right counter-balanced the weapon by resting on the sheathed blade. It was a comfortable stance, and one in which his weapon was easily accessed. Two-for-one. Right now, though, it was merely for comfort.

He gave a bow of his head. He gave no sign that he had watched her reaction. It was good to know that she was happy the man that claimed kingship was dead. It became even more obvious to him when she offered food and a bed. "No, it is okay. May I ask for a reservation? I am not tired now, but a time will come when I need my rest." He was somewhat flattered she had offered, and to a stranger whose name Takara hadn't learned. It just emphasized how grateful she was, and he made a note to never forget that.

He stood and remained quiet while she spoke with the other man. So there had been a reason. But why waste these lives? Ehsar truly has fallen prey to pure arrogance and greed. I have indeed chosen the right side, and without Hosvanji to point it out. How proud he would be. The thoughts never showed on his face, however. "No, I'm fine for now. When I speak of a God's blessings, I don't speak lightly. I was given many... gifts while he still lived. Now, I will repay him by completing one final Reformation, and honor his death soundly. I suppose that's of no concern to you, however."

The mages and soldiers have long returned to their rooms. Matt had left it to himself to tend his flowers. He sprinkled a light dab of water using his power over the air, delivering water to the right places. He laid back in his bed exhausted. The water that was in the air floating had fallen from the ground and had splattered all over the floor of his room. A breeze came in through his window and it felt warm against his face. He placed himself underneath of his covers and began to drift into a pleasant sleep. He had not slept for what seemed to be an eternity.

Meanwhile, the festival for the 45th division's graduation was still going to be done. It had just been rescheduled for the next evening. This had plagued Matt's mind and gave him a little trouble falling asleep, but he came over it and decided that preparations for the party would begin tomorrow morning. For now he would rest.

As for the 45th magic division, the 300 that it had started with had already been lowered to about 200. That last battle had taken roughly 100 of the division's newest mages. The graduation would be gloomy for most of the students, but they would try to have a fun time at the ceremony and live well for their fallen comrades who could not attend their own graduation.

Karasi stayed low on the roof top, watching what ws going on down below. She could not hear what they were saying, but she wished they would get it over with. She was getting cramped from being in the same position. How long was this going to take? The Elvian girl wanted to know what it was that the man had dropped. Shifting slightly, Karasi winced as she heard the crack of a twig beneath her foot. Crouching down further, she prayed to the gods taht her wings did not show. It wold not do for the palace gaurds to think her a spy, esspecially now, in light of what had happened. Not to mention the effect it may have on her plans for getting into the mage's school.

As Matt rested in his bed, the moonlight slowly turned into sunlight as the sun began to rise over the hill. His flowers that were sitting in the window had tilted its blooms to face the sun to catch as much light as it could. A small bird had found its way into the pile of flowers and began nesting there. It was a pair of small hummingbirds. They had found various articles and began to make a cloth nest in the flowers without Matt knowing, for he was asleep. As the sun rose higher, their nest had nearly been completed. The nest looked like a small basket hanging off of one of the sinking stems.

Before Matt could wake, they completed the nest and had already snuggled into it for a small nap.