#003 Slay the Tyrant! [PLOT]

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Nimue stood unfazed as she listened to the spiteful comments from Aryllia, a faint smile on her lips that never seemed to fade.
‘I understand your animosity towards my son, Lady Aryllia, I have heard of your maltreatment by his ‘Rogue Order’. However, I cannot allow him to killed yet. He is my son, for all that is worth, and it is my fault that he has become so twisted… if only I had convinced that stubborn husband of mine to have not been swayed so easily into abandoning him. You must understand, he will listen to me, he must! If he doesn't, I will have died knowing that I had done what was right.’
However, Nimue had no more time to say anything as she was quickly escorted out of the castle through the main gate by her son’s personal guard. She put up no fight against them, but instead went with them willingly, having seen the pain in Gael’s eyes at having to take such an action against his mother. She was gently placed back in her carriage by apologetic Zora hands, afraid that they may have offended her. She merely looked at them with a melancholic smile on her face and curtly nodded her head, acknowledging the situation they had been put in.
However, almost immediately afterwards, a horrified gasp arose from outside. Looking out from the window of her carriage, she saw Gael and his guard looking down at a distinct shade of red before leaving in search of the trail’s end. Seeing them go, Nimue brought her hand to her hip where her vial hung loosely and made a swift motion, scattering the liquid onto the cobblestones outside of the carriage. Breathing in deeply, she dived into the newly created mirror and entered the swirling vortex of portals once again. She was immediately drawn towards a sickening patch of red above her that led onto a thinner trail of the same, concluding that this must be what Gael was following. She followed the the trail for what seemed like hours until she arrived at the end of the trail, staring out of it into the outside scenery, holding back from actually moving out from her watery abode. What she saw shook her to the core. Gael, bound in rope, was being held at the foot of… her beloved son El.

[Asthar]

This whole mission had become messy and the only the only time a blade was pointed it was when they were pointing it at their allies. Letting out a sigh as he stood by with his arms crossed, Asthar merely watched on a bit bored at the whole event that took place. He was expecting the mother to make more of an effort to stay, but it seemed Gael was able to convince her to escort her out. Everybody was so adamant about splitting up, but Asthar did have a bad feeling in regards to this. Perhaps maybe it was because he worried over protecting both Perseus and Aryllia, but maybe it was also because he wondered if a surprise attack truly would work. They were taking a gamble by cutting their numbers, but at the same time it allowed Asthar more freedom to act as he wished. Asthar merely said nothing as he continued to watch the prince make the plan and then ran off with his mother once said plan was made. “…the love of a mother…” Asthar said softly to himself as he watched Nimue run off with her son and then took a step forward once the Zora royalty and their guards were gone and then looked over his shoulder at his two companions. “Well then, we’ve wasted enough time as it is…” Asthar said forward. “…lets move fast…” Asthar said as he gripped the handle of his sheathed blade. “Percy…you know the surrounding area so guide me about and I’ll use my eyes to guide us through the darkness…” Asthar said as he drew his sword looking straight. “We need to be agile and coordinate our attacks well…avoid staying in one place and keep our presence hidden…” Asthar said narrowing his eyes with a smirk as he swung his blade and deflected a knife before immediately lunged forward. Asthar’s bright red eyes were locked forward, staring forward at and pair of dimly glowing red orbs that stared back. The sheer moment that Asthar begun to move so too did his opponent before him. Gael was not the only one to have been notified, a rouge sheikah who had been nearby was alerted of the sound. Of course the sheikah could have made noise and alerted his other companions however the way of the sheikah race was one of assassination and hiding in the shadows. If they were to deal with an opponent it would be before they knew what was coming. The two dashed before each other immediately and the moment they drew closer and the moment they got in range the two prepped each other to slice. The enemy swung his sword down attempting to slash Asthar but Asthar sidestepped and avoided the blade. In that moment the shiekah knew that he had lost, there was nothing he could do but yell out to get the other’s attention but all that could be let out was a gurgling noise as his throat was slit in a swift movement. As the body fell down to the ground Asthar sighed as he flicked his sword to rid it from some of the dripping blood “…and…we’ll need to silence those that stand in our way…” Asthar said softly as he placed his blade over his shoulder and glanced over at Perseus with a smirk “try not to drop dead Perky…” Asthar said as he turned forward. “Lets not keep the kid waiting…” Asthar said as he ran off forward. multiply life by the power of two

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[Perseus Elein]

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Perseus chuckled at Gael's reaction to his mother arriving to the place, but nonetheless, he was still concerned with the matters at hand. If they did not act quickly, then perhaps their efforts were all for nothing. But as soon as the argument had ended, both Gael and his mother Nimue had left the halls quickly. This left the trio alone again, a lingering silence as Asthar finally initiated the next plan of action.
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"Well, it's now or never," Perseus shrugged. "So while Gael's fleet storm the door, we need to be inside already, unseen and unexpected," he nodded, pacing forward as he looked around. "I think I have an idea of where he is. Follow me, but let me know if we run into anything." Perseus took the lead as he began to guide himself in the darkness, adjusting his eyes to see what little he could, but making a mental path within the castle.
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In some areas, the darkness was accompanied by the crimson moonlight, from the dark aura that surrounded Castle Town, which made it easier to navigate. Before they could even leave the area that they were in, Asthar had made contact with someone, lunging forward and attacking. Perseus's eyes widened as he gripped his bow tight, waiting to see what would happen as Asthar had returned with a blood soaked blade.
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When they had finally made their way to the area where the chamber was hidden, Perseus crept forward, seeing the light of several torches that lit the iron doors up like a beacon. He smirked, knowing that they had made it to their destination, looking back at his two companions with a nod. "If we can get inside of there, I believe that we will be able to catch him by surprise so long as we don't break the news of Gaels--oh no..."
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Perseus stopped, eyes growing small as the form of a woman of crimson hair and shadow moved forward, an unarmed and restrained man in her possession as she made way to enter the room. The man appeared in Zoran Labrynnan armor, and Perseus felt his heart sink. "Nevermind. Change of plans... Gael's forces must have been seized. He's been taken captive."

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[Aryllia Queensguard]

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Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused.

Aryllia waited patiently for the others to leave. Honestly... she was surprised that the woman knew what her name was. She wasn't aware that Labrynnans were accustomed to the importance of sages within Hyrule, and she did everything she could to hide the fact that she was a sage. It didn't help that the others were saying her name though... and for that she just let it go.

Finally as they were left alone, they had decided to move forward with their new plan, but Asthar had disappeared from sight to kill what appeared to be one of Eleazar's spies. When he returned, the two continued on. Aryllia stayed silent, not wanting to speak out of line, and for the most part, if this plan went without a hitch, they shouldn't run into many issues on their end.

Of course, they could never be so lucky. 

Perseus had peered over to the doorway which led to Eleazar's chambers, and he was immediately taken back by the sudden capture of Prince Gael. When he explained what had happened, Aryllia shook her head and sighed. "No. No way. This is a fool's errand now, there's no point in trying. If we go in there fully loaded, they'll just kill him and then kill us. I'm usually not one for leaving anyone behind, but better one ruler than three. We should go now--"

She stopped for a moment, taking a better look at the woman whom was bringing Gael into the room - a twili who seemed to be wearing the emblem of the Rogue Order's sigil. She narrowed her eyes, she began to recognize the face upon her, and she lept back behind the wall once more, eyes wide. "There's no mistaking her... she's one of Eleazar's. She's... not to be underestimated."

Her face went rather pale at the memories she shared with that woman, and she was not usually one to exemplify fear, but she was not trying to stick around. She turned to Asthar carefully, distress upon her as she took his hand. "We should go. She'll flay us alive and put our heads on spikes for the world to see. We need to go--we can't be seen--" she started to panic a bit, her breathing becoming uneasy.

There's no way she was mistaking whom that was. And if Raven were to see her out of her cell... she'd surely kill her on the spot. "This was a great idea before, but I never thought she'd be by his side, we don't stand a chance, we just don't--we can't--" she tried to calm herself down - not caring that neither of them have probably ever seen her lose her composure or be this fearful of her own life before.

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Asthar Gael † @louisfar

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[Eleazar Velyris †]

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I am the monster in your head

And I thought you'd learn by now

It seems you haven't yet

I am the venom in your skin

Eleazar waited with patience for the others to arrive, knowing fully that they would intend to storm the place eventually. However, Raven had fled the room, most likely to speed up the process as he sat upon his throne in wonder. As the time passed on, the silence within the room made the others around him uneasy. 

He had heard some struggling from beyond the doorway, not necessarily of combat, but there was definitely someone among the ranks who did not want to be there. When the doors had been opened, Raven walked through, appearing to have someone who was weaponless and tied down.

Pushed to the floor before him, Eleazar took a moment to get a good look at who it was. He looked like a Zora... but he could tell that the man was actually Hylian. Clad in the Zoran armor with a royal crest, the man had looked up at him, only speaking two words that confirmed his suspicions.

Oh this was a good day. Eleazar's brow raised as he rose from his seat, slowly taking a step forward to observe what his ally had caught. He circled around him slowly, his robes dragging behind him without speaking a word, simply taking his new found prize in before carefully choosing his words.

A smirk then curled on his lips, stopping in front of the prince  and kneeling down to be eye level. He leaned in close, only feet away from the Zoran Prince's face as he watched him in silence, breathing slow and preparing his words.

"You are not my brother," he said coldly, then standing and turning his back to his prisoner. "You're not even family! You're just a poor little orphan that my family chose over their rightful blood heir."

He turned back around, this time, turning to Raven with curiosity. "Why is he unarmed? Did you assume that I would simply have him killed? You know I don't like unfair fights..."

Closing his eyes, he looked to the other guards, nodding and throwing his hand toward the door. "Go to the armory. If he wants to fight for dominance, let him. I will not deny those who wish defiance a fight." A smile rose upon the false king's face, as he looked back to Gael. "This will be fun. The baseborn vs. the true heir. And I'm sure your friends will be joining us soon, yes? Unbind him!" he commanded of Raven.

things are about to get interesting.

Perseus Elein Asthar @louisfar Gael †

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Man IS nothing more than sheep; being lead by laws and rules. But I am a Wolf that feeds upon Sheep.

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As soon as the young hylian male spoke those sweet words, Eleazar's expression shifted, giving Raven a feeling of pleasure that tickled her from head to toe in response. The twili laughed softly as she walked around the prisoner, stepping over the headless body that she previously laid in the room just half an hour before. Recognition sprouted in her mind and she looked back to Gael, sneering in delight as she eyed both him and the guard's corpse that she shamelessly disregarded. Gael however, immediately scowled, and with a click of his tongue, showed his disgust to the woman. She could not help but feel superior to the false prince as he was helpless in her binds -- because he was not put in them by force, but rather by choice. His fear consumed him, and he willingly let himself get taken by the darkness of her heart.

She could not be anymore ecstatic! It was beautiful, the symphonic sounds of Eleazers happiness over her delivered present, and the relief of victory and triumph over their enemies. It was almost perfect. -- Almost. Suddenly her king was not happy with his gift, asking why he was wrapped up all nice and pretty and not free to meander around. Raven turned from pouring herself a goblet of wine, her eyes wide with worry as she slightly pursed her lips.

"Forgive me My Lord," she said softly before running her blood stained fingers through her hair, "I did not think that it was his body you wanted to break." You see, Raven personally prefered to destroy her enemy from the inside out, and habitually made an effort of this rather than outright challenging someone --Which was probably due to to the odds of success. When Raven played her game, she always came out on top, and the loser usually suffered at her hands for a long time before finally being devoured by their own volition. There was something about a pleading victim that gave her great pleasure.

After giving a very low bow to her king, Raven twirled her index finger in a circular motion, giving the order for the shadowy binds to release their guest. She merely finished pouring her cup as her pets returned to their protective position at her side and then she softly smiled before giving a comment.

"Are you comfortable now?" she asked Gael, her tone actually sounding sincere and not sarcastic in the slightest. It was certainly strange to think that she cared about his feelings -- he was their prisoner after all, "Give your thanks to our merciful King... he is going to let you fight for your honor." There is was, the condescending comment that usually followed her previous statements.

"Try not to die before your friends get here my pretty little prince... I want to cherish the look on their face when they realize that defeat is certain," she said before cocking her hip to stand comfortably and watch the future scene, "And I would prefer to have the whole gang here for the finale!" Ending with a boisterous laugh, she only subsided to take a drink of the fermented wine as Eleazar's commanded guard returned with a wide choice of weaponry for Gael.

'Choose wisely.'

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[Gael †]

NO MOMENT IS THE SAME AS THE ONE AFTER IT.

Despite being the one in binds, and the one on his knees, Gael smirked towards Eleazar. He was unimpressed with the man's display and felt disappointed that he had previously felt so threatened by him. After all the stories and pages of information on the man, Gael has someone far more intimidating in mind -- and Eleazar did not meet that standard. When the woman released his chains, he slowly stood and rubbed his wrists with a sneer across his face. This was just the chance he was looking for when he agreed to follow Raven to address Eleazar; so perhaps King Perseus and the others will be un-needed after all.

"You are going to regret this," he said before looking to the weapons they had brought him. None of them were comparable to his blade, which he just so happened to leave in the damn hallway before coming here. But none the less he picked a typical broadsword from the selection and held it in his palm. It was decent weight, and would certainly do to strike down his opponent.

"Choose your weapon Eleazar... we are going to settle this...." he said in a dark tone, " I am going to settle this, as Prince of the Sea Zora... this is my duty. he said before swinging the blade in his palm and staring down his opponent. Though before he committed to the battle, his glare shifted to Raven, and his grimace widened, "And after I am done, I am coming for you next Witch!" Though his declaration was not taken so seriously as she only responded by blowing him a delicate kiss and going back to sipping wine from her glass.

Gael merely clicked his tongue before stepping forward, his eyes unwavering from Eleazar, "Tell me, how can you be so concerned about my heritage when you abandoned yours." he said almost spitting the words out at him, "You are no true heir to the people you left behind."

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[Majora]

oh how grand this show will be

High in the arches of the throne room, tucked away in a corner, yellow eyes observed the two brothers as they stood around, swords raised. The silhouette of the child-like form was well hidden by divine magic, somebody spotting the figure would be most inconvienent. It was a rush, having all this power back, and though Majora saw through multiple eyes, it was the Skull Kid mask’s that had her the most giddy.

“So, brother versus brother. He who abandoned his people versus he who was never of the people. A battle of the bastard… Come now, Hero, isn’t it exciting to see?”

Those yellow eyes looked at the unconscious figure floating next to her, breathing shallow. She shook her head, then looked back with a sigh.

“What a shame, you have to nap at such an intriguing time.. Your sister is here, you know. You’re a rare reincarnation to have one. It’s fascinating, how variable your other selves are. But that’s not why we’re here… I have a tyrant to keep an eye on. Perhaps a little divine intervention is needed…”

She had forgotten how simple it was to touch somebody’s mind, but instead of full immersion, Eleazar would feel as if there was a tickle on the back of his head. She only needed the tiniest thread of control over him. When their fight would start, hey eyes would be on them. She knew killing his brother wasn’t beneficial for her, so every time the tyrant prince would go for a killing blow, he’d find it coming just shy. The plan was perfect, and it brought a giggle to Majora’s lips.

“We don’t need killing, but there’s nothing wrong with a little bloodshed…”

As she watched, another of her forms would fly through the halls of the castle, searching for the rest of the trespassers. The small fairy darted through, and through its eyes she saw them, following closely above them. Divine magic once again dulled their senses to her presence. It was best she just observed for the time being.

Divine intervention would have to wait.

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[Asthar]

With Perseus’s knowledge of the castle’s layout along with the use of Asthar’s eyes it was no real trouble for them to reach their destination. Things were looking good so far but it would be foolish to merely judge the threat fully from what was going on at the moment. The real battle was to start soon and Asthar couldn’t tell whether they would be able to get out of the scenario without a fight. Following Perseus’s lead, Asthar remained behind along with Aryllia as they suddenly got the news that Gael had been captured. A deep sigh was released and all the young king could merely do was shake his head in disappointment. “Well that went wonderfully” Asthar said letting out another sigh as he peeked over Perseus’s shoulder and watched as Gael was taken away by what seemed to be a crimson haired woman. “Oh? Well then, she certainly has nice…ass…ets…” Asthar whispered casually as he placed his elbow on Percy’s back and prompt up his chin with his hand as he watched before looking over at Aryllia “er not that…” Asthar began to say but stopped as he noticed how pale the girl had become and immediately turned to face her. “Hey…” Asthar said softly a bit concerned as she suddenly held his hand. He had never really seen the girl like this and she looked so terrified. That woman surely must have done something to have made Aryllia feel such fear and with that in mind it only fueled Asthar’s desire to run right in. Closing his eyes calmly Asthar held her hand firmly as he brought it up a bit and placed his other hand over the back of her hand. “Aryll…Sorry, but I unfortunately cannot do that…” Asthar said looking down at her as calm as ever. “I am not one to merely die for something foolish, especially merely for the kingdom of Hyrule of all places…but I just can’t leave that foolish prince alone. Leaving him would just leave a bitter taste in my mouth…and it’d be hard to look at those bastards over in Holodrum…” Asthar said letting out another sigh “I want you to go and get to someplace safe…there is still time” Asthar said as he released her hand and immediately grabbed both her cheeks and pulled them up gently as he smiled at her with a grin. “Don’t worry…I told you before…I want to see you smile and I’m not dying anytime soon until that goal is accomplished” Asthar said. With his words to Aryllia said he released her cheeks and glanced over at Perseus and smirked “Are you coming along? I’d say you should go too, escort the pretty lady while I go clean up your mess…as usual…” Asthar said before walking forward a bit looking for a way into the room without really notifying anybody else. “Tell me…surely there must be a way to enter without using the front door…” Asthar said as he took another step. There was the good chance that they were expecting them, however even so, depending on how well they timed and coordinated their attack could affect the outcome somewhat. multiply life by the power of two

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[Perseus Elein]

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Before Perseus could carefully think just how they would proceed, he could hear Aryllia's breathing behind him pick up in pace as she withdrew farther back, seeming a lot more uncomfortable than he's ever seen in the past. He turned to look for a moment, seeing Asthar's response to it as he smirked lightly, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. Didn't like her, his ass.
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He looked back around the corner to see the two were gone - most likely taken within the room, and he sighed. Though Aryllia was right - they probably didn't stand a chance if they didn't know what to expect. However, Gael was one of his own, and he couldn't leave him in there to get slaughtered by a psychotic cult. He pursed his lips, one of his hands resting on his chin.
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"We have to go in," he said quietly. "Well, I have to, you two don't. Save yourselves if you want, but I can't leave him in there to die." He turned back to face them, though Asthar already seemed pretty set on going in. Looking over at Aryllia, who still looked scared to death, he frowned, knowing that she was either going to stubbornly stand beside them and follow through with it, or she would be left behind and regret it if something happened.
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"Look, don't think you have to come because I can't handle myself. Worst case, we just escape. Unfortunately things just didn't go as we planned and we'll have to try again if it doesn't look like we can handle it. But we have to go, now if we plan to. And nope! Front door is the only way in."
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Before getting a concrete answer from the two of them, he started to walk, noticing that the doorway was now empty. He strode past the torches that lit the corridor and put his hand on the handles, taking a deep breath and opening them quickly, revealing himself to the guild inside. "Well, this is unfair, isn't it?" he smirked, striding in with crossed arms. "But I think it's time we end this little play date, eh?"

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[Aryllia Queensguard]

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Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused.

Aryllia noticed that Asthar's tone had changed a bit. Rather than his usual upbeat and cunning manner, he became gentle and quiet, holding her hand tightly as he brought his other to cup their grasp. She felt her throat tighten as he spoke--she knew he would say something along those lines. No matter how hard she would beg, she knew that there was no way to change his mind; especially since Perseus had already stated that he had to go in himself.

Asthar was never the type to leave a friend behind, and she respected that. But they were both idiots for going in blindly like this. They had no idea how many people were in that room ready to have them executed. 

His hands raised a bit, and he recommended her to go somewhere safe. The others did not know of her presence, so she would be able to escape unscathed. But before she could even retort his request, his hands moved to her cheeks, cupping them gently. Her face flushed and eyes widened, unsure how to respond to this. 

She looked down immediately as his hands released, and the golden haired king turned back to Percy, asking where they would proceed. He responded with his observation, quickly taking for the corridor to enter the room. Was he that stupid? 

Aryllia quickly shot up, looking at Percy while he walked, and Asthar, and her heart skipped a beat as she tried to make a decision. There was no way that she would forgive herself if something happened and she couldn't stop it, and she groaned loudly, quickly following behind.

"If either of you idiots die, I swear to god I will personally revive you and kill you myself," she spat out.

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Asthar Gael † @louisfar

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[Eleazar Velyris †]

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I am the monster in your head

And I thought you'd learn by now

It seems you haven't yet

I am the venom in your skin

"You are going to regret this."

Those words lingered over Eleazar's ears as a brow raised, his sword sliding from its sheath with a loud, screeching ring. "Oh? And why is that? Are you so confident in your abilities that you truly think you'll defeat me?" his sword fell toward the groud, clanging against the stone beneath the rug, as it tore into the fabric.

"Did Zelda's men - probably the most advanced form of military in the entire Isle stand a chance? What about your little friends whom you came with? Did the hero stand a chance against a God? Because I'm well on my way to divine power, brother."

He waited for a moment, a grin forming upon his lips that grew wider as he began to chuckle under his breath. "Don't worry though. I won't kill you. I just want to play. See what you have to bring to the table."

"Tell me, how can you be so concerned about my heritage when you abandoned yours. You are no true heir to the people you left behind."

Now Eleazar was no longer smiling. There was a halting silence that fell over the room, those that watched them feeling a tension thicken in the air. Some whispered, others pressed themselves against the wall. 

"How about you tell me how I've abandoned my people? Tell me how my father casting me away like rusty sword that had no use truly makes me the one who left my people behind?" He stepped up slowly, placing himself at sword's length from the Hylian boy. 

"My people abandoned me. My parents left me to rot in an orphanage! Do you think anybody came in all that time - the ten years I spent there to adopt me? Or any of us? Well, you'd be mistaken. The moment we were old enough to care for ourselves, we were tossed into the streets to make our own way. And being the true heir that I am, people naturally followed. They believe in our cause. And we will crush all higher powers that oppose us."

He rose his word, pointing it up slowly, only inches from Gael's body. "So tell me again that I abandoned my people. They chose who they wanted. And I chose what I wanted as well."

things are about to get interesting.

Perseus Elein Asthar @louisfar Gael †

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[Gael †]

NO MOMENT IS THE SAME AS THE ONE AFTER IT.

With a quick flick of his wrist, steel met steel, as his sword pushed Eleazar's away from his body. His brows furrowed, and leading with his right foot he stepped forward, his left hand moving to caress his right as together they clung to his sword hilt. Gael moved in a solid motion, raising his sword to cut across his brother's torso. Though he was sure it would be a waste of effort against the Rogue Leader who could move so elegantly.

"You could have returned! Father is dead, and has been for a while. You know that mother loved you!!"

His words nearly came out as screams as he squared off against his brother. It true, the once prince could have returned, but the haunting memory of his father likely would have left him to suffer.

'He still is suffering.'

And he is trying to make up for love, with power and fear.

Just as Gael stepped back away from his brother's sword range, the doors creaked open once again and he turned his gaze to see King Perseus. His eyes grew wide and a gasp left his lips.

'What is he doing here!? They should have waited for a better oppourtunity'

"Tch."

Unable to stop anything know, his head turned back to face his brother.

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Man IS nothing more than sheep; being lead by laws and rules. But I am a Wolf that feeds upon Sheep.

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This party was happening! --and it appeared like they were about to receive more guests. The doors opened to reveal the dynamic duo, and the obstinate third wheel, which caused Raven's interest to perk up. Her eyes narrowed on the blonde wonder and she stood from her seat, no longer entertained by the show performed by the two brothers. Slowly she raised both hands and slapped em together, the clap echoing in the large chamber which was followed by a soft coo from her lips.

"I've been waiting for you little dove."

Her voice carried a semblance of genuine desire as she overlooked the three of them, "Why don't you come play with your big sister? How does that sound love?" To everyone else, this obviously sounded like some fantasy, but Raven was serious as she smiled at Aryllia and the two little Kings. "I can have more friends join us if that is what you wish." A snap of pale fingers, the bright glow of red eyes, and the sound of metal as it coursed through the air. If there was one thing the Sheikah were good for, it was their aim, and with it, the sound of torn flesh should soon fill her ears.

Yet her attention was carved away from the sight of thrown shuriken to the Eleazar and Gael who stood facing one another.

At least, they were supposed to be facing one another, -- instead it seemed the Zora Prince was too worried about his friends, and his eyes were not on his opponent. She glanced at Eleazar, wondering what he would do with such an opportune moment. Would he hold onto some shred of honor, or strike down his brother with the given chance.

Red eyes flashed in awe.

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[Asthar]

Eyes closed calmly as the young king shook his head letting out a small chuckle. It was obvious that Perseus was going in no matter what and with Aryllia being far too stubborn it looked like all three of them were walking into the den of the beast. “Well it can’t be helped…” Asthar said opening one eye as he looked over at Aryllia with a sly smirk “You’ll revive and kill me? Well that doesn’t sound so bad… being revived only to see your angelic face once again…I’ll be content enough that I’ll be ready to die again” Asthar said before turning his attention back in front over at Perseus. “Hmm so the front is the only way…let’s not rush and…wait what are you?!” Asthar said initially beginning to ponder but immediately stopped mid-sentence as he watched Perseus begin to open the door. “…by the gods Perseus, fine! let’s just do that instead!…” Asthar said with a grumble as he walked up alongside Perseus as the three entered the fray to really stop him. He liked a good fray and sure it was ok to do so with a bunch of brainless bandits, but running into the bastard’s room blind was just foolhardy. Arms crossed and his visage disguised by his cloak, Asthar casually walked a bit behind Perseus as spoke out to those that were inside. His own arms were crossed as he walked behind the two but his red eyes glanced over at Eleazar and Gael and he could help but raise an eyebrow a tad intrigued at what he saw. “Oh? Brother vs brother…how interesting…” Asthar said softly before turning his attention towards the red haired beauty welcoming them. “Ah, so sorry to keep a lady waiting…” Asthar said with a smirk as he looked around the area. It was no surprise that they were waiting for them and if Asthar had to judge this mission he’d judge it as a complete failure. Regardless of this fact they could salvage what they had and get everybody out alive, but even that was going to be hard especially with the glowing red eyes all around them. Asthar always took pride in his eyes as they were almost a symbol of his sheikah heritage. It was through these eyes that he was able to see the numerous sheikah ready to strike. Almost as if the snapping of Raven’s finger was a signal for Asthar, the disguised king immediately bolted forward and immediately grabbed the back of both Perseus and Aryllia’s shirts with both hands and immediately pulled them back with a great pull to pull them away. Utilizing the momentum from pulling them he pushed himself forward and immediately drew him blade and swung it. A shuriken was deflected but another cut his shoulder. With blade in hand Asthar did the best he could in the storm of metal flung over at him. At most all he could really do was protect his vitals and move a bit in a dodge as the metallic stars begun to slice him. All of this was done with a grin on his face and though it weakened a tad due to fatigue, the grin refused to leave. “heheh…how mean…big sis…I wanted…to play with you…no fun…” Asthar said as he dropped to his knees, his hood concealing everything on his face save for the big grin on his face. “tsk damn Perky…next time…if you’re going to make a grand entrance at the very least try and say something cool…” Asthar said as his body fell forward and landed on the ground. He was definitely going to get a good scolding when he got home multiply life by the power of two

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