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fear began to show in the woman. was this all in that crazy mans wish. was this to be the end of lionis. she remembered his words. even as she shook with fear. she got off her horse. and bowed. " the emperor is dead, the lord of the castle is now Alistair. with him is your child. he wishes to return him to you. he says a woman as wise of you will not let war take more innocent life's. he waits near the bellrise lionis front of the battle.

"I will not take the word of that boy!" she would snap at the woman "You will be gone before I decide your breath not worthy of the life it supports" she growled at the woman before turning back to the battlefield, she put the sword in its holster and mounted a dragon and began flying around the battlefield, leaping off her ride in order to dig her claws into unprotected eyes or fleshy wings, ripping out feathers and tearing out slender phoenix throats, any that still fought despite the Princelings order to stand down.

She would be doing this for several hours, the black circles under her eyes showing her lack of sleep had not been tempered. It would be upon a dark phoenix that she rode upon, shadows drifting from its wings like flames making the bloodied high council woman look like a creature of nightmares one would tell a disobedient child...you should go to bed or the boogie man might come eat you... she looked worse.

The Phoenix she rode would see the crystalline dragon and begin to drift toward it, loosing altitude for a few moments as the former Queen would look over, her eyes taking in the dragon as her fingers flexed to show the metal talons she used as weapons. Upon seeing that the dragon was no threat and instead landed, people scrambling to reach the councilwoman. The Phoenix she rode would slowly glide down until at long last it touched down and the former Queen would walk down off of its sloping wing. She would look small and fragile compared to the crystalline dragon but the anger and unpredictability that rolled off of her almost like a scent would make her seem a bit bigger then she actually was. In front of the dragon she would not remove her helmet as she moved rather close to him, close enough that he would probably be able to eat her if she wouldn't be hell to swallow with the spikes she would rip into the lining of his throat, even if it was her last act she would kill him from the inside if it came to such a thing.

She would say nothing as one would tell her that the this dragon was to see her, so she would wait with shadowed and narrow eyes, untrusting and angry and full of years of hatred that had been pent up in favor of attempted diplomacy.

Gone's the wisdom
Of a thousand years
A world in fire and chains and fear





The crystalline dragon seemed to offer a questioning and dangerously suspicious glare at the one that suggested this was the best place to go, but yet, here he found himself, and now clearly seen by the king of Phoebos as well as an angry lady whose weapons were quite well touched by blood that was fresh, he decided against lingering too long. It was for his own peace of mind that he held his draconic form, even before the nobles. No, especially in front of both enraged folk.

The crystal dragon cleared his throat. "If I have the pleasure of addressing the High Chairwoman of Bellris, there is something I must return to her. Unfortunate as the circumstances were, the tides have changed. The Emperor Azazel is dead. The dark-scale's son now holds conference with the Lord Cyn."

The dragon inclined his head and properly bowed to his king. One of his forelegs was curled against his chest, so the gesture was fairly easy to follow through with, however, he couldn't dismiss the idea that he was, again, in the midst of a battlefield.... Or at least to the left of one.

"One moment, your Majesty."




Leads me to a place so far
Deep down it lies my secret vision
I better keep it safe

As the man began to move Hysterias left hand jerked back to the sword she had sheltered, the moment he moved wrong she would slice off his talons and create a crown from them. However he wouldn't move strangely and when she saw the face of her son the anger she had flew from her, the hatred however remained for the Emperor.

Hysteria's blue eyes locked on her child as she started to pull the finger blades off of her hands, the blades falling into the mud before she went forward and looked at the child in his claws, her Kyran. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as her hands shook. She looked at her son as she let her fingers shake as they touched his cheek, this was perhaps the most human any had ever seen her.

Hysteria would gingerly bring her arms around the pale child and take him from Lord Xerseis claws and fall to her knees. She looked at the bandages covering the one ear and she doubled over with her child held to her body as she cried, it was a cry mixed with hollow joy. She had her son back but he was mutilated, his ear wouldn't grow back, all she could do was hope that it wasn't to late and healer could reattach it some how.

A flurry of Bellrisian words came from her, almost sounding like a prayer. She still didn't believe that the Emperor was dead, didn't believe that the emperors son was doing this out of the kindness of his shriveled up heart. She looked up at Lord Xerseis however, still holding her son "In all my years I have never had a child returned to me. Only taken" she whispered softly to him, her tears making clear trails down her face which had been darkened a few shades by dirt "thank you"