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Kail
I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but i've been super busy with my collage work! ((I've only got 2 weeks until our Fashion Show and i'm still one and a bit outfits down out of 4!!! Why is there soooo much fabric in a Kimono??!))
So i might be a bit late up-dating for the next 2weeks...
Also, I had a couple of problems with this chapter, so feedback would be really, really appreciated!!!
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This chapter is just for you!!!
~Sanc Palace~
Old brown eyes flicked around a secluded hallway deep within the palace of Sanc. It had been more then two centuries since he had last walked these halls and in all that time, the only thing to change had been the carpet.
Moving deeper into a patch of shadows, the old man watched as a young group of men walked out of a room guarded by a thick oak door and a set of delicately carved stone pillars.
They did not see the other cloaked and hooded man who had been standing behind one of the pillars slip in after they left.
Shaking his head in amusement, the man sniggered inwardly at the terrible lack of security. Ska would have been rolling in his grave had he seen how far his line had fallen.
But this prince, this Othello, he was so much like his former liege lord that it made him cringe when he looked at him. Brown eyes darkened for a moment in sorrow, it was painful to bring up the past, but it could not be helped.
Not with thing as they were now.
Not with her reappearance.
Slowly he made his way towards the heavy door, sticking to the shadows lest he be seen. It would not do for the former Steward to fall into what he considered enemy hands, even if they had once been his own people.
Even with Ozoni dead, the council would demand his head for his own acts of treason in the war.
He would not call himself a traitor though, no, that title belonged first to Arrin who broke his father’s treaties and lastly to Ozoni who declared war.
The great house of Farr’ell had become nothing but a house home to blood traitors and thieves in his eyes.
Slipping in behind the pillar the other man had been hiding behind, the former Steward crouched down and closed his eyes, concentrating on the voices within.
He recognised Othello’s the moment he spoke but it was not until the prince spoke the name ‘Kira’ that he realised that the cloaked figure had been none other then the forth prince.
Ignoring the fact that the family assassin was in the same room as the man he wanted to see, the former Steward continued to listen.
Some of what passed between the brothers was old news. The information about Kira’s men for example, Airis had told him of the attack. The same went for the fiasco earlier. That had been interesting to watch as he had not seen her in action in an age, or so it felt.
Watching her leap and dance, cat-like and graceful across rooftops and balconies had made him feel young again, although he looked to be no more then twenty-five.
He could not suppress the chuckle that bubbled up his throat when Kira began to talk of the Andine. The boy was as sharp as Othello and Othello was a sharp as an Andine knife.
He was surprised by how well informed he was though, that and the fact that he did not look at the Andine with the bias that was normally found by someone who knew of the war.
It still struck him as strange, how much an Anvarin life span could differ from one person to the next. Some seemed all but Immortal, death only finding them with a fatal wound or by poison or fire. Others lived for a couple of centuries before succumbing to death. Many of the newer generations born on Arisis lived not even a century.
Even though the war was just barely a century ago there were few still alive who had fought in it and less who remembered anything of before it.
The elder generations, the Wonderers and their children had tried to stay out of the conflict as most of them still felt that they owed the Andine for taking them in so long ago. Many had been branded as traitors because of this.
Concentrating back on the voices within the room, the former Steward felt his eyes widen in shock when he heard ‘Dai-Ifrit’ spoken by the younger prince.
His body was moving before his mind could register what had happened. His fist came up and then smacked down onto the wooden door causing the voices inside to stop. Inwardly he was cursing, but he knew that he would have had to do this sooner or later.
Stepping back in to the shadows he waited for the door to open.
After a minute or so it opened to reveal a tall man who looked to be of Philosan decent, if the hair, eyes and skin were any indication. His sharp eyes scanned the hall, but did not see the former Steward, who stood not even five feet in front of him.
He smiled at this, the Andine made coat still seemed to work.
Just as the door began to close on him he spoke. “Is this how you treat all your guests, Othello? With a door closed in their face? I must admit, I might have expected it from your father or your grandfather, but not from you.” Stepping forward into the light, the former Steward tilted his head and smiled at the surprised look on the blonds face.
“…Kail,” the younger man whispered as he saw the face of a man he had not seen in almost thirty years. “What the hell are you doing here? If any of the council sees you…” he let the rest trail off. Both knew what would await the Wonderer if he was found.
A slight smile flickered across the tanned face as Kail looked from the startled Othello to the curious Kira. Stepping further into the room, he made his way over to the window where he paused to look out at Sanc before perching on the ledge. “I came to offer you some assistance since you have a Dai-Andine on your hands.
Two sets of eyes widened in both surprise and shock at the statement.
“Told you so,” Kira whispered as he looked over towards his silent elder brother.
Something flickered through Othello’s eyes for a moment that neither men recognised before he mumbled, “Impossible.”
“Impossible?” the elder man echoed, his voice laced with scorn. “Just because they have kept quite for the last hundred years does not mean that they were gone for good. I think they had intended to wait a couple of centuries before reappearing. But it seems that She had other ideas.” A soft smile warmed Kail’s face as looked back toward Othello. “She always was a wildcard. It’s no wonder that they locked her up like a criminal after what happened in Pandis’Veel.”
Othello frowned at what Kail had said, but remained silent. With everything that had already happened and now this, his mind had paused as it tried to process the new information.
“But who is ‘She’?” Kira asked from the far side of the room.
A grin lit Kail’s face as he looked towards the dark prince. Moving away from the window, the former Steward walked to the table where the throwing knife sat. “Beautiful craftsmanship isn’t it?” picking up the tiny blade he flipped it between his long finger as one might do a coin. “Did you know that it is made of moon-steel, a metal that only the An’Ifrit could mould?”
Brown eyes flickered between the two listening princes before he continued, “You could sell this tiny thing for a hundred times its weight in gold, the metal is that rare and weapons made from it…” a chuckle escaped him. “Well, its not even worth thinking about.”
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Kira growing irritated, Othello just looked bored now.
“From this knife alone, you now know that you have an An’Ifrit on your hands,” he finally whispered with a dead look in his eyes.
“This is not helping us find her you know,” Kira practically snarled at the elder man.
“But that is what you want, isn’t it?” Othello whispered. “You don’t want us going after her because you know that she would be too much for us to handle.”
Kail looked up and smiled at the statement, “You catch on very quickly Othello, but I already knew that. You were the same while in Naxel, even Eriks said you were sharp, but he also said that you were very stubborn.”
“If you know that, then you know what I want Kail.”
Cocking an eyebrow at the blond, Kail shook his head. Eriks had told him that Othello would not be put off by words of warning. No, he would have to see the truth for himself… just like Ska would have. “Go to the Waxing Moon and see what you find,” he whispered sadly. “But I promise you, it will not be her.”
Rising from his seat, Othello smiled and motioned towards Kira to get ready to leave. “I will see for myself Kail, I will decide on my own. I promised myself a long time ago that I would never repeat the past and I don’t indent to.”
A true smile lit Kail’s face for a breath before growing cold, “If you return alive, I will be waiting. Hopefully by then, you’ll realise what you are up against.”
Picking up his sword and coat, Othello bowed toward the elder man before walking out the door, Kira following close behind.
A soft sigh escaped Kail as he sank down into the seat Othello had occupied before placing his head in his hands, tears trailing down tanned cheeks. “Be safe Illyria.”
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you've read, now please review!!!! =^-^= Pretty please with suger on top!
So i might be a bit late up-dating for the next 2weeks...
Also, I had a couple of problems with this chapter, so feedback would be really, really appreciated!!!
My thanks go out to ashesxx2xxashes and The Skitty for their kind reviews! Thank you guys!!!!
This chapter is just for you!!!
~Sanc Palace~
Old brown eyes flicked around a secluded hallway deep within the palace of Sanc. It had been more then two centuries since he had last walked these halls and in all that time, the only thing to change had been the carpet.
Moving deeper into a patch of shadows, the old man watched as a young group of men walked out of a room guarded by a thick oak door and a set of delicately carved stone pillars.
They did not see the other cloaked and hooded man who had been standing behind one of the pillars slip in after they left.
Shaking his head in amusement, the man sniggered inwardly at the terrible lack of security. Ska would have been rolling in his grave had he seen how far his line had fallen.
But this prince, this Othello, he was so much like his former liege lord that it made him cringe when he looked at him. Brown eyes darkened for a moment in sorrow, it was painful to bring up the past, but it could not be helped.
Not with thing as they were now.
Not with her reappearance.
Slowly he made his way towards the heavy door, sticking to the shadows lest he be seen. It would not do for the former Steward to fall into what he considered enemy hands, even if they had once been his own people.
Even with Ozoni dead, the council would demand his head for his own acts of treason in the war.
He would not call himself a traitor though, no, that title belonged first to Arrin who broke his father’s treaties and lastly to Ozoni who declared war.
The great house of Farr’ell had become nothing but a house home to blood traitors and thieves in his eyes.
Slipping in behind the pillar the other man had been hiding behind, the former Steward crouched down and closed his eyes, concentrating on the voices within.
He recognised Othello’s the moment he spoke but it was not until the prince spoke the name ‘Kira’ that he realised that the cloaked figure had been none other then the forth prince.
Ignoring the fact that the family assassin was in the same room as the man he wanted to see, the former Steward continued to listen.
Some of what passed between the brothers was old news. The information about Kira’s men for example, Airis had told him of the attack. The same went for the fiasco earlier. That had been interesting to watch as he had not seen her in action in an age, or so it felt.
Watching her leap and dance, cat-like and graceful across rooftops and balconies had made him feel young again, although he looked to be no more then twenty-five.
He could not suppress the chuckle that bubbled up his throat when Kira began to talk of the Andine. The boy was as sharp as Othello and Othello was a sharp as an Andine knife.
He was surprised by how well informed he was though, that and the fact that he did not look at the Andine with the bias that was normally found by someone who knew of the war.
It still struck him as strange, how much an Anvarin life span could differ from one person to the next. Some seemed all but Immortal, death only finding them with a fatal wound or by poison or fire. Others lived for a couple of centuries before succumbing to death. Many of the newer generations born on Arisis lived not even a century.
Even though the war was just barely a century ago there were few still alive who had fought in it and less who remembered anything of before it.
The elder generations, the Wonderers and their children had tried to stay out of the conflict as most of them still felt that they owed the Andine for taking them in so long ago. Many had been branded as traitors because of this.
Concentrating back on the voices within the room, the former Steward felt his eyes widen in shock when he heard ‘Dai-Ifrit’ spoken by the younger prince.
His body was moving before his mind could register what had happened. His fist came up and then smacked down onto the wooden door causing the voices inside to stop. Inwardly he was cursing, but he knew that he would have had to do this sooner or later.
Stepping back in to the shadows he waited for the door to open.
After a minute or so it opened to reveal a tall man who looked to be of Philosan decent, if the hair, eyes and skin were any indication. His sharp eyes scanned the hall, but did not see the former Steward, who stood not even five feet in front of him.
He smiled at this, the Andine made coat still seemed to work.
Just as the door began to close on him he spoke. “Is this how you treat all your guests, Othello? With a door closed in their face? I must admit, I might have expected it from your father or your grandfather, but not from you.” Stepping forward into the light, the former Steward tilted his head and smiled at the surprised look on the blonds face.
“…Kail,” the younger man whispered as he saw the face of a man he had not seen in almost thirty years. “What the hell are you doing here? If any of the council sees you…” he let the rest trail off. Both knew what would await the Wonderer if he was found.
A slight smile flickered across the tanned face as Kail looked from the startled Othello to the curious Kira. Stepping further into the room, he made his way over to the window where he paused to look out at Sanc before perching on the ledge. “I came to offer you some assistance since you have a Dai-Andine on your hands.
Two sets of eyes widened in both surprise and shock at the statement.
“Told you so,” Kira whispered as he looked over towards his silent elder brother.
Something flickered through Othello’s eyes for a moment that neither men recognised before he mumbled, “Impossible.”
“Impossible?” the elder man echoed, his voice laced with scorn. “Just because they have kept quite for the last hundred years does not mean that they were gone for good. I think they had intended to wait a couple of centuries before reappearing. But it seems that She had other ideas.” A soft smile warmed Kail’s face as looked back toward Othello. “She always was a wildcard. It’s no wonder that they locked her up like a criminal after what happened in Pandis’Veel.”
Othello frowned at what Kail had said, but remained silent. With everything that had already happened and now this, his mind had paused as it tried to process the new information.
“But who is ‘She’?” Kira asked from the far side of the room.
A grin lit Kail’s face as he looked towards the dark prince. Moving away from the window, the former Steward walked to the table where the throwing knife sat. “Beautiful craftsmanship isn’t it?” picking up the tiny blade he flipped it between his long finger as one might do a coin. “Did you know that it is made of moon-steel, a metal that only the An’Ifrit could mould?”
Brown eyes flickered between the two listening princes before he continued, “You could sell this tiny thing for a hundred times its weight in gold, the metal is that rare and weapons made from it…” a chuckle escaped him. “Well, its not even worth thinking about.”
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Kira growing irritated, Othello just looked bored now.
“From this knife alone, you now know that you have an An’Ifrit on your hands,” he finally whispered with a dead look in his eyes.
“This is not helping us find her you know,” Kira practically snarled at the elder man.
“But that is what you want, isn’t it?” Othello whispered. “You don’t want us going after her because you know that she would be too much for us to handle.”
Kail looked up and smiled at the statement, “You catch on very quickly Othello, but I already knew that. You were the same while in Naxel, even Eriks said you were sharp, but he also said that you were very stubborn.”
“If you know that, then you know what I want Kail.”
Cocking an eyebrow at the blond, Kail shook his head. Eriks had told him that Othello would not be put off by words of warning. No, he would have to see the truth for himself… just like Ska would have. “Go to the Waxing Moon and see what you find,” he whispered sadly. “But I promise you, it will not be her.”
Rising from his seat, Othello smiled and motioned towards Kira to get ready to leave. “I will see for myself Kail, I will decide on my own. I promised myself a long time ago that I would never repeat the past and I don’t indent to.”
A true smile lit Kail’s face for a breath before growing cold, “If you return alive, I will be waiting. Hopefully by then, you’ll realise what you are up against.”
Picking up his sword and coat, Othello bowed toward the elder man before walking out the door, Kira following close behind.
A soft sigh escaped Kail as he sank down into the seat Othello had occupied before placing his head in his hands, tears trailing down tanned cheeks. “Be safe Illyria.”
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