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 Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 7:01 pm
While the others were busied getting prepared to fight off the Sentrians and Mordacheans and Rath and Sue headed off to Adliana, Isadora rode off to Estarcia to retrieve help as fast as possible. Hopefully, with Estarcian troops as reinforcement, they would be able to drive the intruders away. Unfortunately…
“What do you mean you refuse to help us?!” Isadora shouted at King Chantclier.
Earlier, the paladin had arrived to Estarcia as quick as she could nonstop. They didn't have the chance to rest along the journey. By the time they reached Archesis, her horse nearly passed out when reaching the castle's gate. She would have taken a rest somewhere along the journey or at her destination, but she couldn't rest now. Her country was at stake. As she reached the throne room, she bared her grieve news to the king and his subjects and asked for his help. However, he declined it. She couldn’t believe what she heard.
She understood that Estarcia was a neighboring country to BOTH Sentria and Mordache. She couldn’t blame the geographic location. But to receive a refusal because the king didn’t want to intervene was something the paladin refused to accept. How dared he refuse to help his neighboring country from war. It was spring season a year and a half ago all over again. Have he forgotten that Learania came to Estarcia’s help to get rid of the intruders during last winter season? How dared he think that their help was naught to him! Learania didn’t come to Estarcia’s help just to get its face shoved into dirt.
“King Chantclier,” Isadora spoke in a calm, but stern tone. “I understand your country is a neighboring country to both Sentria and Mordache, both countries that are in war with my country. And I understand that you do not want Estarcia to mingle in affairs of other countries. However, my country is in dire need of help. Our military is in critically low thanks to the war and the corrupted plans of the mole that Mordache had placed in my country. Surely you have not forgotten that it was us that that helped your country when Estarcia was in dire need. And if you do, then you should know that your country owes Learania a favor for helping your country. If you wish to pay the debt, then return the favor by helping my country drive Sentria and Mordache off. If you let my country fall to them, you will be placing your country in a hostile situation with those countries’ power nearly surrounding Estarcia, unknowingly when they will strike Estarcia from all three countries. You don’t want that to happen, do you? So please, help my country drive them away. My country is in peril from being taken over and your country will be in peril if you won’t help us.”
((This is for those who are in Estarcia. If you are in the Archesis castle, please make a post.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 4:40 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- The days of recovering after that war during winter was hard, but somehow Cyric and the rest of his army were able to restore Estarcia back to its glory self. Several youngins have even decided to join the army in order to protect their home town, to prevent a second time of that happening again. For the past few months or so, Cyric had been personally training some of these new and old soldiers. Most endured harsher trainings then the commander had ever given himself. Who knew when something like that would occur, but the silver knight wasn't going to be taken any chances this time. He paced back and forth on the field, eyeing each soldier he walked by.
"Captain's trainings are getting much harder don'tcha think?" one of the teenage boy said, whispering to his partner.
The other boy nodded. "yea, its not like we had to do this much before right?"
"You there!" Cyric called, turning to face the two boys idly chatting away. "If you have time to be talking then I assume you are ready to spar against me?"
Both boys gasped and shook their heads "No, sir!" they soon ran off to their little corner, leaving the crowd and allowing the trainee archers to form a line in front of the Captain. The silver knight turned to them, walking slowly behind him as he commanded them to string their bow and ready their arrows. Once they were ready, and in position he eyed them once more and raised a hand. "Fire when ready" Once his hand dropped to his side the archers let their arrows fly, some hit the target, some missed. There was one among them that hadn't shot yet and Cyric looked closely at her.
"Tina!" he called, quickly approaching her. She was still fairly new and her stance, position, arm, posture was all wrong. He had gone over this many times with her but it didn't seem like she was understanding just what was going wrong. "I've told you many times before, here. Hold your bow up like this" instructing as he positioned her himself, raising her left arm up. She had a good grip on the arrow, but her arm was too high. "Lower this arm, if you hold it up above eye level you'll only end up hurting yourself." Tina nodded, her hand still shaking a little bit. Cyric placed a hand on her right arm, lowering it down toward her jaw. "Fingers in on the bow....ok..release" Once that word was said, Tina released her grip on the arrow and it sailed through the air, luck on her side the arrow struck the center of the target. A wave of people started to clap for her success among them all.
Everyone seemed to be in good shape and were learning fairly quickly. Some slower then others, but that was what the vigorous training every day was about.
"Captain!" A soldier called, giving his commander a solute. The silver knight turned "What is it?"
"Lady Isadora is here...she wishes to have an audience with the King. "
Isadora? He hasn't seen her since winter. It was rare for her to come by Estarcia but yet again, the news can either be good or bad. Cyric narrowed his eyes for a moment then turned back to the trainees. "Training ends early, you all are free for the rest of the day" Without any further instructions, Cyric followed the soldier to the throne room and already from the outside he could hear the screaming and shouting that was going on in the room.
He stood quietly behind the door, listening to the dame knight's words. Learania was in trouble? Came seeking Estarcia for help....Mordache...Sentria...indeed the Captain can see why Isadora came to Estarcia for help. After all, they were given the help when asked so it is only natural that they return the favor. It was not Cyric's nature to simply sit idly by. He lifted his head and burst open the door. "My liege" Cyric addressed, quickly making his way across the carpet, past Isadora toward the king. "Learania has done so much for us already, can we not at least give them aid when they need it? Surely you have not forgotten the help they have given us when those unknown forces attacked!"
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 2:56 pm
 Oh dear, Cornelius feared the king would not agree with Learania's plight. The messages asking for assistance had come, but King Chanticlier refused them without even reading them. All he heard was that Learania was asking for Estarcia's help in the war and he burst out a refusal. Once more messages came, he wouldn't even allow them to be delivered to him. Cornelius tried to plea with the king, but it did no good. Chanticlier would not concede.
As much as it was delightful to see Lady Isadora once more, it was also unnerving. It was inevitable that conflict would evolve from her arrival. She almost didn't even get in to see the king, but Cornelius barely managed to have the king allow it. And even though the Learanian representative came herself with their plight, the king would still not move from his position of neutrality. Lady Isadora was not taking it in stride and instead was uncharacteristically expressing her anger. It showed the desperation she was in. "Now now, Lady Isadora... you must understand. Of course we remember Learania gave us aid, but that invasion left us weakened, and well... His Majesty... he does not wish any more harm on our people... " Cornelius looked to his right and glanced at his king, not believing what he was about to claim. "...He is only doing what he believes to be right."
Just then, Cyric barged in without warning as he was known to do and immediately took to agreeing with Lady Isadora. Cornelius knew he would; that was the kind of just man Cyric was. "Cyric... please stay calm." Cornelius warned. "The king is aware, I assure you." His voice was actually filled with uncertainty. "Whatever His Highness decides, I am certain he... has a good reason..." Cornelius certainly hoped King Chanticlier had a good reason. He also knew that if the king felt threatened, he was never be able to be reasoned with.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 2:57 pm
Chanticlier fiddled with his fingers as the lady spoke to him in such a daring way. He cringed at her tenacity. He didn't even know why he ever let her in. He wished he hadn't. At least Cornelius was there to defend him. Chanticlier didn't want to speak with her anymore! Her presence was dangerous. She needed to leave!
The king gulped as Cyric came in without the proper authorization. He wanted to curl into a ball and wish him and the girl away. Cyric was always confronting him about bothersome things. He was becoming dangerous. Everything was becoming much too dangerous...
"Aaah...! Why must everyone shout so? Do not threaten me. Do not threaten me, Learanian!" He shook his head wildly. "Help? What help did you really bring... people died, the harvest was ruined, villages burned! You claim you helped, but we became weak! No, no, if enemies come, we will stop them here. I will.. not anger your enemies and make them my own! No.. no I will not..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 6:50 pm
What his thought was right? What she found was a sign of coward who was afraid to stand up. Isadora understood well that the invasion had left them weakened after it was dealt. She too didn't want any harm coming to her people and her country. However, compare between Estarcia's recovery and Learania's recovery, it would have made more sense that Learania would be the weaker country after being thrown into wars many times. Learania had barely recovered one month after rescuing Amara before coming to Estarcia's aid. How Learania managed to recover their military power was beyond her mind.
"Sir Cornelius, I understood that your country is recovering and that his Highness concerns about his people's welfare." Isadora replied. "However, what you didn't know beforehand was that when your country pleaded for help, our military power had barely recovered from-"
Suddenly, she heard the door flew opened, followed by Cyric's request to aid Learania. The paladin was surprised to see Cyric's outburst when he entered the room; however, she couldn't helped but felt pleased by him agreeing with her. It was good to see ally who felt the same as her, refusing to see a good country fall and let its people suffered. Isadora let out a small smile
"Sir Cyric... Thank you." Isadora thanked him quietly. Just then, she heard Cornelius tried to calm Cyric down, along with an explanation to her refusal. Good reason Cornelius said, Isadora highly doubted it. She was very aware that King Chantclier was a coward man. So whatever reason it may be, it would not be good enough for the paladin to accept it.
The Dame Knight watched the Estarcian King shook his head wildly and had continued to protest. How dared he... Not only did he refuse to help, but he didn’t give a valid reason too. This angered the paladin. That king was a despicable coward. How Estarcia managed to thrive under his rule was beyond her belief, but she wouldn’t dare serve her loyal to a man liked him. No king shouldn’t dare betray an allied country. It would be his downfall if he continued his cowardly behavior.
“Your Sire, please listen!” Isadora spoke firmly. “I’m not threatening you. I would never threaten anyone for fame or power. Yes, it was truth that your country was weak after we ended the invasion, but it was because we didn’t know the identity of your invaders. If we had known the identity of the invaders, your country wouldn’t suffer harshly. Although it seemed like Learania didn’t help you, I disagree. My country had brought medical supplies to aid your men and people when they asked for help, even after the invasion was over. My country’s military power did not abandon your country when the invasion was becoming worse. In fact, my country’s military power barely recovered from the battle my country fought before coming to your aid. Your Highness, if my country did not answer your call, your kingdom would have fallen to the invaders and you would not be sitting here in this throne at this very moment.”
Isadora lowered her head and took deep long breaths. Although she had not lost her calm, her insides were shaking with frustrations. She needed to calm down to let the king see her reasons. Once she managed to calm down, she lifted her head and continued to speak.
“King Chantclier, I apologize if I’m seemed rude to you and your country. Though my words sound harsh to you, what I’ve spoken earlier is the truth. If you let my country fall, you will have no ally to turn the tides around if Mordache and Sentria decide to invade your country. Even if you seek ally with Adliana and they come to aid you, their power can overcome your army. King Chantclier, think of the outcome of what will happen if you let my country fall. With Learania falls to Sentria and Mordache, your country will be surrounded by them three-fourth. You’re aware about Mordache is a powerful country and Sentria have many bandits who are selfish and greedy. There will be no telling when they will decide to conquer your country. And if you decide to ally your country with them, how will your people think of you? Will they see it as a peace treaty between three countries or as surrender to them? Your Highness, if you care so deeply for your country and people, then please help my country. Don’t let your country’s peace disappear by letting your allied country fall."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 7:31 am
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- "I am calm" Cyric stated as he looked toward Cornelius. He was returned with a look of doubt and the silver knight sighed. "I am calm" he stated once more before turning his head to look at the King. It surprised Cyric even the little that he was claiming to care for this country when all he really wanted to do was cower into a corner and leave everything to Cornelius and the knights. His decision didn't even matter....Estarcia didn't even matter! This wasn't a country to the king, it was a treasure! An object of interest! Something the old man could easily toss away.
As much as Cyric wanted to lash out at the king he couldn't. As a knight, he had to keep his composure and obey orders despite hating it with all his heart. He clenched his hand into a ball until his knuckled turned white, the anger he could not express was not easy, especially when the King was so quick to disagree.
"Let's say Learania does survive the inviasion" Cyric continued, picking up from where Isadora left off in hopes to convince their king. "Suppose they do and Estarcia is under attack again. Do you honestly think they will lend us a hand once more when we ask for it?" They were lucky that not a lot of people died in fact. Cyric made sure of that, however there were a few that were loss and he saw to it that they had the proper burial. But that was not entirely Learania's fault! Stop them here? Ha! The only reason the army would even defend Estarcia, is because they loved their home town, not because of the king. Cyric knew full well what his men thought as well as the villagers.
"Your Majesty, please. We cannot simply ignore this"
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 12:03 pm
This was too much. This was simply too much. How dared they think he didn’t know how to rule his country. Their presences were becoming more dangerous as he feared. They must be removed immediately!
“Enough!” Chantclier shouted in dismay. “Enough with this nonsense about them invading my country! Have you not hear what I’ve just said? If the enemies come, we will stop them here. I will not have ridiculous theories change my mind!”
He did not care if his country owed Learania their gratitude for aid. His country had become weak because of them. What made the lady paladin think he shall assist Learania after the trouble it caused?
Chantclier turned his glare at Isadora as he raised his index finger on her. “I’ve heard rumors of what your country did last autumn! Rumors about your country invaded Sentria, having it declared war on Learania! Do you think I will not hear of this? Nonsense! Your silence about that invasion will not pass through my ears! How do I know this is not part of your country’s long elaborate scheme to invade us if I let my country to assist you? Your country have already weakened my country! I will not allow my country to be weakened even more! I refuse to let my country assist a power-hungry country such as yours!”
“Cyric!” He turned his attention to the captain. His loyal captain had been corrupted by this Learanian wench’s lies. He will not have a corrupted man in his circle until the captain has come to his sense and this terrible problem is gone. “Because you have fallen to her fiendish lies, I am relieving you from your position as captain. You’re not fit to be my captain until this ill matter has been dealt! Cornelius! Escort them out of my throne! Their presences are becoming dangerous!”
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 12:32 pm
"Dangerous?!" boasted Cornelius in startled bewilderment. "My Liege, Cyric is the rock and stone of our army! He has always served you to his best abilities! Lady Isadora has made friendly visits to us on numerous occasions! How can you dismiss them as dangerous?!"" The words came out without hesitation and Cornelius stopped himself when he realized he was beginning to yell. "...Forgive me, sire. I do not mean to upset you. But I highly protest such a sudden relief of duty upon Commander Cyric."
Cornelius looked at his king with a hint of shame. The king was becoming so much worse than before. He didn't understand how it had become the way it was- Chanticlier was not always as he is seen to be. Cornelius did not know how to help his king, whom he considered a friend, and also help his country. He also wondered what the king truly meant by 'dangerous'. "They are allies, sire... not dangerous."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 12:55 pm
She couldn't believe her ears. The Estarcian king refused to listen to her reasons. Not only that, but he also accused that Learania was trying to invade their country. What madness was this king speak?
"What? No!" Isadora protested. If her country was power hungry and wanted to conquered another country, they would have done it last winter. However, she couldn't deny about what happened last autumn.
"Your Highness, I can assure you that Learania is not a power-hungry country or have any desire to conquer another land. If we are, we would have done so few mouths ago when your country was being invaded. However, I cannot deny the fact about what happened last autumn. It's true that we entered Sentria's land, but it was not for invasion. Our troops went there because someone very dear to us was kidnapped and being taken to Sentria. Learania would have ask Sentria its permission to enter its land, but the enemy who kidnapped was a very powerful enemy."
She wasn't sure if the king would listen to her or not. However, she hoped that he would. Perhaps even a change of heart too.
Just when she thought Cornelius would removed them out, he instead defended. She was thankful that Cornelius was there to rationalize with the king. After all, he was King Chantclier's right man.
"Sir Cornelius is right, Your Highness." Isadora continued after Cornelius spoke. "I am an ally to your country and your service. I would never dare harm an ally or betray his trust. I swear on my code of knights. Learania is never a threat to you or ever will be. Please, help your fellow ally in need."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 1:21 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- R-Relieved of his status!? Surely he jest! Cyric's eyes widened at what he heard! Was the king serious!? Lies? NO! "You must be joking!!" Cyric shouted. "Lies? What lies! Your Majesty, please! Reconsider!!" This was just too much, Cyric didn't protect Estarcia all these years just to have it taken away from him because the King was a coward! Unacceptable! He refused to let it go! Several soldiers approached him and tried to escort both him and the Dame Knight out. The silver knight, jerked his arm away and shot them the deadliest glare he's ever made, to his own men non the less. They flinched, jumping a few steps away from the Silver Knight before he himself turned back to the King.
Words could no longer express just how angry and frusterated this Captain had become. Never..in his entire year of service had the King dismiss him like a mere object! He couldn't think anymore, the only thing running through his mind was what was he going to do? How could he regain his status back. His composure had already been broken at such a command it came to him as a complete shock. Cyric had to try..there must be some way to convince the King! Anything! "My liege..." Cyric murmured, looking up to his King. "I have never..in my entire life done anything to disappoint you. I have followed your orders despite my feelings of disagreement. I never....never questioned your judgement! My agreeing with Lady Isadora....is that so wrong to think we should help our former comrades??"
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 2:21 pm
"Oooh.. this is too much! ..Oooohh...!" The king squirmed in his throne as everyone continued to defy him. They wouldn't listen! He couldn't understand why they wouldn't listen. He was king! They should do whatever he said and be done with it. If they didn't obey him, then... then he would be...
Cyric's plight reached him and put him over the top. "NOOO! Out of my head!" His voice revealed his apparent desperation. "Comrades?! What are such things?! Do they exist?! Where are they?! I see none!" He leaned forward and pressed his hands against hist head, and began to shake. "I have none... I have none...! She will return... ooooh! I just know it! I'll be killed...!" The king continued to mutter to himself, but loud enough to be heard, as if nobody but he could hear himself. His mentality was clearly declining. He was becoming deranged.
"I must stay neutral... I cannot get in the way. That woman said so... lest I be killed! But they will not listen... they don't understand!" He fell silent and his rampant shaking ceased, but then a faint murmur came again. "...I must get rid of them. They are dangerous. They must go away... go away forever... yes... forever." He once more went silent, but then suddenly jolted to his feet and pointed at Cyric and Isadora. Fear was pouring out of his expression. "Kill them! Guards, kill them at once! They are dangerous! They are going to kill me! Cornelius, save me!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 2:54 pm
Cornelius couldn't believe his ears. Suddenly, everything made sense to him. His king's reluctance to do anything for anybody, his fear that was directed at Mordache, it all tied in to what Chanticlier just said. Cornelius couldn't believe his ears.
The order to have Cyric and Lady Isadora killed did not faze the king's right hand man. Cornelius stood where he was, mentally distraught. "...Have you really fallen this far...?" He suddenly felt empty inside. He knew something was wrong for a while, but hadn't the courage to push further into what it was. The king was his friend, a friend whom he cared about and had trusted. They knew each other since Cornelius was young. But as his friend, Cornelius could see his errors. With the order of assassination, Cornelius knew what he had to do.
He turned to face his king, deeply saddened and stared at him painfully. "How long... has Mordache had its hold on you?!" Before the king could react, Cornelius swung his lance around and slashed Chanticlier across the chest. The look of shock his friend gave Cornelius hurt even more, but he knew he had to do it. "No my friend... you are dangerous." The blood dripped from his lance and met with the pool that was forming on the floor. "Too dangerous to be left alive... I am sorry." Cornelius hastily turned, remembering the guards. "Stand down! Or do you you truly wish to lay harm against sir Cyric?!" Cornelius ungracefully took a step down and looked at Cyric, unsure of what the man would think of him for what he had just done. "Sir Cyric... your new king."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 4:22 pm
Chanticlier's eyes widened when he heard Cornelius mention Mordache. "You... you know--!" His words were cut short as his friend's spear slashed against him and his blood splattered into the air. The king fell backwards and looked up at Cornelius. He never expected his right hand would do such a thing to him. "Cor... nelius... even.. you....?" His eyes became lifeless as he stared up at his former friend.
King Chanticlier truly was a worthless king- but it was always so. Fear did him in. It penetrated him and corrupted him on the inside. Charolais of Mordache saw to that; she had paid several secret visits to him starting not long after he was crowned. She used fear to manipulate him into inaction about anything Mordache did. She promised him that if Estarcia stuck to its own affairs and did nothing for the outside world, then it would be left alone in return. When Estarcia was invaded, the king intended to refuse asking for Learania's help in fear that Mordache would misunderstand. They did; after the invasion ended, Charolais came to him again and strengthened her terrorism over him.
There was once a time when Chanticlier worked to help his people, when he truly cared about them. But in the end, he was too weak and gave in to his fear.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 4:46 pm
The paladin waited for the king to reply; however, it looked like he wasn't still listening to her plead. What more did it take to have that king listen to her?! The king must be really stubborn to be convince. Well, if he was to be stubborn, then so would she.
But before she could say any further to support her plead, the king shrieked. What? Isadora thought in surprised. What is going on with the king? She thought the Estarcian king was mad when he accused her country of being power-hungry. But to scream something about being in the king's head and that she didn't exist was a new different level of madness.
"Your Highness, I'm right here!" Isadora shouted. "You do have an ally, Learania! What are you speaking about?!"
However, the king didn't hear her. He keeps rambling nonsense about being killed. And what was this? A woman? A woman told him to stay neutral or be killed? What was King Chantclier talking about? Who was this woman he spoke about?
Before the Dame Knight could question him, the king ordered the guards to Cyric and herself. This shocked the paladin even further. Not only was the king mad, but he was starting to be a danger to himself.
Isadora drew out her sword and held her shield up when the guard came forward and swung his blade. She blocked the attack before slamming her hilt against the guard's stomach. Although the Estarcian guards were attacking her, she couldn't kill them. She couldn't kill them over a meaningless fight. If she slain the guards, Estarcia would break its alliance with Learania. Even worse, they may declared war on Learania. She had to do something. But how?
Just then, she heard a shout from Cornelius. The guards stopped their fighting and looked up. When the paladin turned to Cornelius, she let out a gasp. The Estarcian king... He was killed. But how?
Suddenly, she noticed the blood dripping from Cornelius' lance. Disbelief fell on her face as she shook her head. It couldn’t be. Cornelius killed the king? Why? He was the last person Isadora thought to disobey the king. But to kill him, never would she thought of that. With the king gone, who would lead Estarcia? She was aware that the king had no heir or successor. Without anyone to take the king’s place, the throne was up for the taking. And even if they found someone to take place, what would happen to Cornelius? He had killed the king. He had committed murder and treason. What would Estarcia do to him?
It was then that Cornelius came up to Cyric and announced him as the new king. This surprised the paladin even more. Cyric… As the new king? Was it right to announce someone as their new king without going through proper procedure? What would the Estarcian nobles thought about this?
“Cornelius…” The paladin spoke quietly when she sheathed her sword and walked toward Cornelius and Cyric. In truth, she was too stunned to speak what had happened. The king had lost his sanity. Cornelius killed the king. Cyric became new Estarcian king. It was moving so fast. “I… I don’t know what’s happening, but… Why? Why did you kill the king?”
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 5:16 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- When the sudden order to kill both him and Isadora rose, Cyric turned to the other soldiers who seemingly did not want to disobey the king. He had no right to stop them, but at the same time...he couldn't just die here! The former Captain could already see to it that the soldiers were pulling their swings. They did not want to harm either of them yet at the same time, did not want to disobey their ruler. Barely a few minutes even passed before a sudden cry was heard from the throne. Cyric looked up, just in time to see the King fall before Cornelius. The blood stained lance was lowered to the ground as the blood dripped toward the carpet. Cyric didn't know what to make of it....Cornelius just...killed the King..? The order to stand down was immediatly shouted and the guards stopped, a few of them let out a sigh of relief and immedietly threw their weapons on the ground, yet some were just as shocked as the Silver Knight to see what Cornelius had just done.
Cornelius slowly stepped down and approached the Captain..Cyric was even more shocked to hear that the crown...was to be passed..to him..? He looked at his friend, puzzled, confused, then turned to the rest of the people in the room. None which had any disagreement to what Cornelius just announced. In fact, some of them were just as well now that the old coward was dead and gone. The silver knight looked around, then turned back to Cornelius "...Me..?" He didn't know what to make of it, him as the new king? Would he be capable of doing such a thing as rule a country?
He shook his head, studdering on words. "But.....I just..." He couldn't even get his thoughts straight let alone his words. Taking a deep breath, Cyric held a hand up to his forehead. "I deserve an explanation...if you please, Cornelius." first things first, explanation. The thought of King was pushed aside for a bit as it seems the Captain or now King, wanted to know answers and Cornelius had them. His mind was frazzled enough as it is and he was unable to think straight. Why did he kill the king? Was it because he ordered everyone to attack Isadora and him? Because he was a coward? Because he lost his sanity? Too fast....and too much for the Silver Knight to gather in just a mere matter of seconds.
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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