3 By the King's Command

Cold...cold was the water I splashed onto my face trying to wipe away unblinking eyes framed in buried sockets.

Cold as the corpses I held close to my beating heart pleading for forgiveness to deaf ears.

I stared in the mirror at my medium length reddish black hair outlining a worn out face.

A single scar the width of a blade ran down the middle of my right eye from the temple to the middle of my cheek.

Once again, I was lost in the oceans of my mismatched blazing red right eye and dazzling blue left eye like all who gazed into them.

Shaking my head, I looked over my sickly ashen gray skin that gleamed in the low light emitting from either side of the mirror.

My body was covered in scars of the past from thin whip lashings to a large circular wound where flesh was missing and left a long healed scar in its stead.

They were the sins of my past obtained through the sounds of bloodlust and the dreams that followed.

In truth, I could use some of the stashed gold tucked away and have a healer, or even ask Nyxis, to remove each scar though that'd be like erasing my existence.

An existence that gave rise to the man known as Number Twenty-One: The Immortal Jackal.

My medium build was large enough for most scars to be on display like some pieces painted by an aspiring artist.

The points of my ears poked through the cascading mass of hair like a child looking for the seeker during a game of hide 'n seek.

A tell-tell sign of my elven heritage though not of the same kind as Nyxis.

I was what most people refer to as a Dökkálfar which in layman terms means Dark Elf.

Most Dökkálfar have a darker hue to their complexion and are often thought to be harbingers of doom thanks to the magic they wielded.

I thought that expectation and all others were horse shit mainly because both elves were flawed one way or another.

Such a flaw, to my mother's side of the family, was that I was one of the many subcategories of Halflings that roamed Aquera.

I had a human father and a Dökkálfar mother who cast aside the ideals of war for love.

Their union was why I was often misinterpreted as a Ljósálfar when viewed from a distance thanks to my irregular complexion for a dark elf.

Most full blooded elves called my complexion a scourge upon the Elven legacy while I simply referred to it as a birth deficiency.

Drying my face, I saw my father gazing back at me from the reflection captured in the large copper sided mirror.

His hands held the towel like I did and moved from side to side as deep set piercing eyes gazed back.

It was a joy to see him in my reflection especially on days where my mind wandered but it also carried a curse.

Flames began to travel the outline of the mirror before converging upon him wiping his image away.

I felt my heart leap at seeing a charred corpse smiling back with a gaping hole in the chest.

My heart throbbed watching his blackened teeth move as if trying to say something but nothing could be understood.

The image returned to normal revealing a more paler complexion drenched in sweat.

Shaking my head, I placed the towel back where it belonged before walking into the adjoining bedroom casted in darkness.

The faces and that charred figure had ruined any attempts to fall back asleep despite creeping exhaustion.

I softened my steps and checked on Orion who slept on the opposite pillow.

I kissed his small head, "I'm right here old friend. Dream a sweet dream for the both of us."

My room was one of the larger rooms that resided above the tavern itself and was insulated with a barrier to keep the racket from downstairs from seeping in.

The wooden floor was covered by a wide red squared rug.

A large bed sat in the middle of the farthest wall nearest the door while three wide bookcases formed the rightmost corner.

Facing a grand fireplace, two leather bound chairs joined a medium sized couch around a round wooden table.

The room was a bit large in my opinion but it felt comfortable no matter the type of day.

My legs supported constantly shaking arms while sweaty palms smeared my face.

I dreamt of the fallen slaves killed for the joys of bloodthirsty nobility to reach the hallowed dreams of being free once again.

Their joyful eyes forever burnt deeply into mine when the freedom they carved came with their final breaths.

Cold invisible metal bound my wrists once more as echoed screams busted my ears.

The mere idea of freedom made me chuckle when the past binds most people in cold steel.

Endless shouts for blood overwhelmed the senses as the disturbed dirt found its way between your toes.

Hands weighed down by armaments of warfare meant for full grown adults thrown aside making it easier to flee back toward the caged hole leading to your cell.

Crimson pools warm your purging body in view of dimmed eyes.

Withered bodies hobbled in your arms from days spent without nourishment.

Chains binding your body to a stone wall drenched in dried blood while being forced to watch those you chose to spare die a slow painful death.

My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar click of the door handle being turned and the soft creek coming from the hinges as mechanisms fell into place.

Not expecting anyone, I used the shadows of the room to transition to the chair nearest the window where a clear view of the door could be seen.

I became one with the surrounding darkness evading the light of the hallway and that crept like tiny spiders into my haven.

I watched a cloak figure quickly step into the room and hastily look back to see if anyone noticed their ascent.

I heard the figure silently twist the knob closing the door without making much noise hoping to not disturb my slumber.

The figure made its way to the bedside where it looked over the mass of shadow tucked under the blankets.

A woman's soft voice came from underneath the hood, "I see you've gotten better at hiding yourself, Einor."

The figure slowly pulled down the hood revealing a breathtaking woman.

Her soft oval face was outlined by a carpet of molten red shoulder length hair that was a shade or two lighter than mine.

Her hair was styled in a way that allowed the point of her right ear to be seen freely while the other barely peaked through the surface.

A set of mismatched eyes the color same as mine but opposite were outlined by black makeup painted on her light smokey violet skin.

Lips painted black in the center smiled as she stood staring back at me.

Underneath the ankle long brown cloak that fluttered as she walked, a white shirt was tucked behind a chestnut brown leather sash decorated with honeycomb engravings that covered the entirety of her waist.

A matching leather pauldron resembling scales was strapped to her left shoulder before stopping just above the elbow.

Black leather pants outlined with white trimming conformed around her hips.

Boots with straps lined with silver thread clicked against the wooden floor as she made her way to stand next to the couch before me.

She looked just like her mother once did long ago.

My eyes drifted down the woman as past memories of running through fields of grass and the sound of conjoined laughter while the world spun played after so long.

Memories that were even more reinforced when my eyes fell on the all too familiar hilt of the blade she wore on her right hip.

Gazing at me with purple gems was the pommeled figure of an eagle's predatory gold encrusted head frozen in an ear splitting caw.

The polished bone of the handle matched beautifully with the white contours of the scabbard.

Such a blade was given the name Lovic meaning Dream Whisperer in Dökkálfar tongue and once belonged to my mother before being passed down to its current wielder.

Allowing the illusion to fade, "I go by Jackal these days but I'm sure you knew that."

The woman was my twin sister Veronica Anierva VonKnight and was half of the reason for sending me to that hell.

Nodding to the seat across from me, "I'm sure you have something you wish to discuss, Veronica. Why else would you take time to visit the one you falsely condemned?"

Veronica moved like a ghost hovering across the ground without making so much of a sound.

We sat in silence for a while waiting for the other to be the first to speak.

I noted how her eyes darted over my bare chest taking in all the scars acquired over the years and how they would trace each whip marking from one end to the other.

Those same eyes rose to gaze upon the single scar over my eye before falling to the center of my chest where the flesh healed from acidic venom poured over me for mere laughs.

Tears seeped down her face the longer her close examination continued making the air a bit uncomfortable.

Sighing, I grabbed a handkerchief sitting beside a journal chronicling my time spent in chains and the first few months of being free.

Handing it to her, "The past is done and gone. Isn't that what mother taught us?"

A faint smile flashed on Veronica's face as she took hold of the handkerchief, "That and more. Remember when we played in the forest…"

"And we came across Theo and his friends picking on Ella," I couldn't help but laugh as I remembered that day, "Both of us were badly bruised and beaten but still won against the five of 'em."

Veronica and I shared a laugh like we used to when we didn't have a care in the world, "I remember the scolding we got afterwards. If it wasn't for Ella stopping by, we would have been forced to pay penance to Theo and his gang of goons."

More laughter boomed in the room for a few more moments only to return to the bittersweet silence.

Veronica's eyes once more locked with mine as she sighed, "It-it's good to see you brother. I'm glad you are taking care of yourself or for the most part."

She went silent for a moment before continuing, "I wish our reunion could be on better terms."

I asked curiously, "How did you find me? I kept far away from Ironclad, and moved from place to place so that no one from the past could find me."

She sighed, "To be honest, it was by chance. Uncle and I have searched for any signs of you after we caught word about what happened with the slaver we trusted to take care of you, what really happened I should say."

Her nails dug into her palms, "We thought the worst happened during the riot, until finally, we caught word about someone matching father's description residing in Siegfried along with rumors of a vengeful spectre stalking it. It wasn't too hard to put two and two together especially with the aid of some scouts."

Focusing on her words, "They took care of me all right, I assure you that. The hospitality I was given was so great that I returned it in full before making my exit."

I leaned forward placing a hand on my chin, "To be honest, I'm surprised Momma Joan took someone like me in even when knowing I wasn't the same little boy she chased around."

I enjoyed my and Momma Joan's reunion a little before getting to the point, "Anyway, what did you expect would happen by appearing out of thin air? Please don't tell me that you hoped I would willingly return to Ironclad with you and those idiots you call knights."

Veronica used the handkerchief to wipe away her tears once more before looking at me with eyes filled with newfound determination, "Yes, I did hope you would return home but I see that was a dream."

Sighing, she pulled a rolled parchment from her cloak and sat it on the table. "The reason I'm here is because our Uncle has requested your presence at once and sent me here to deliver you by force if needed."

Shaking her head, "I really don't want to fight my own brother so please come with us w—"

I spoke with a hint of anger, "You may be my sister but I won't hesitate to kill you if need comes to pass to keep my home safe. So go ahead, try to do anything and tell your Uncle the same thing when you see him."

Pointing toward the door, "Now leave."

She pleaded once more, "Einor please listen to me. There have been threats—"

"Leave," anger began to burn in my chest.

She began to plead again, "Ein—"

I stood yelling, "I said leave and never come back!!!!"

Orion awakened from the commotion and groggily surveyed for any signs of the disorder in his beloved room only to find me staring down a stranger.

Black haze surrounded his feline body before being followed by sounds of bone cracking into pieces and reformed again.

A massive black wolf the size of a small horse jumped through the fog and made its way to my side.

Orion held his head low to the ground baring his sharp canines in a low growl awaiting my command.

Truth be told, I was tempted to give such a command after seeing such a scene play out in my mind but thought better of it for now.

A bang came from the door as Momma Joan yelled, "Is everything ok Jackal?!"

The door was thrown open with a loud thud after a second without a response from me.

Like a battering ram, she plunged into the room with a sword in one hand and a dancing blaze in the other.

Cold eyes shifted around the room until falling upon Veronica who continued to glare at me.

Momma Joan shifted between the two of us trying to figure out who the person was and what was going on.

Sighing, Veronica made her way to the doorway where Momma stood stunned at realizing who she was.

"V-Veronica?" Momma Joan asked with a surprised expression.

Veronica chimed, "Hi Momma, it's good to see you after so long."

She gave Momma Joan a small hug before stopping at the door's threshold, "We will be leaving at noon tomorrow."

She half turned and stared deep into my eyes, "If the person that I called brother still exists, I hope to see you at the front gates."

With that, the sister that I was once close with walked out the door.

Momma Joan questioned after some time passed, "What's going on? Was that truly Veronica?"

The flame dancing in Momma Joan's hand dimmed bringing the room back into the sweet darkness.

I sat gazing at the seat where Veronica once was while Momma Joan crouched beside me hoping for more refined answers than speculations.

I didn't know whether to cry out in pain or scream in anger for the first time in so many years of putting that hatred behind me only for it to come back after so long.

It was like my mind was a twisting storm of emotion rendering me unable to do anything except blatantly gaze upon an empty seat.

Momma Joan knew something was wrong with just one look and cradled me in her arms.

I whispered after a few moments, "We'll talk in the morning Momma. Right now, I…I wish to be alone in my thoughts."

Understanding my request, Momma Joan kissed my forehead and gathered her things before leaving me alone to think.

I stood and made my way over to the window where the moon encroached on the sweet dark that blanketed around me.

Gazing through the curtains, Siegfried was as busy as ever even though it was a quarter past eight.

Doors to shops continued to be used while the sounds of work rang out with the chorus of stall owners calling out wares to traveling visitors.

Joy filled everyone's steps as they prepared for the upcoming festivities commemorating the season's final harvest and to an abundant harvest next season.

My gaze shifted to a four-story building that seemed out of place among the common cottages and old architecture of Siegfried.

Banners of a dragon's menacing head impaled by a dagger painted on red cloth fluttered in the night's air as the outlining moon seemed to make them glisten in the calm breeze.

This building was the Adventurers Guild Hall where any would-be mercenary could find work.

Quests were jobs posted by the people of Aquera that needed a more personal touch and often varied from time to time.

Every job was given a rank that would be best suited for the corresponding group.

The Adventurers Guild is made of ten ranks beginning with the lowest being Porcelain while the highest was Zutryx.

Many flocked to become an adventurer for different reasons whether it be as easy gold or simply to have the freedom to see the world one job at a time.

Of course, there are those people who carried the titles of Zutryx, Gold and Silver plate that have devoted their lives to the Guild.

I held the rank of Silver though my accommodation was considered a fluke because the time it took to claim it.

I personally didn't care what the other Adventurers thought and would show them the truth whenever they came forward to face me.

I watched the doors of the building swing open with every group of Adventurers returning for payment.

It was a day after I had returned from escorting Luther to retrieve some supplies he had purchased from a fellow baker when Momma Joan approached me with a representative of the Guild hoping to construct a hall here.

The Adventurers Guild first began in the independent city of Nightwell and carried its values wherever a hall was built.

Neither wielded ties to any of the kingdoms calling Aquera home and didn't discriminate against race.

Though against my judgment, I agreed to the construction for the gold offered was plenty to bring some new life into Siegfried.

[(Was it truly a bad idea? Siegfried was able to get what was needed to protect her. So why…why do I wish that I said no?)]

I felt something nudge my left leg bringing me from my thoughts and saw Orion looking up at me with his head tilted to the side.

He was usually the first one that I confided to when my mind was clouded or whenever I just needed someone to listen.

For the longest time, the monster sitting beside me was the only one I trusted ever since that fateful night along those riverside ruins.

I had made camp upon hearing rumors from a nearby town about a phantom plaguing the area only to discover Orion as much alone as I was in the world.

I smiled at the memory and patted his head as my gaze rose to the dazzling night sky.

I placed my free hand in front of me so it looked like the moon was in my palm as the branded twenty-one on my right shoulder burned.

"Whatever it takes, I still have a score to settle with those truly responsible for their deaths," I closed my hand metaphorically crushing the moon in my grasp.

[(Yes, they will pay. Those that did the deed and the ones behind the scenes.)]

Light filled the sweet darkness as sounds of laughter dancing to the songs of birds filled my tired ears.

The weight of Orion's head slowly began to be felt along with the small ache in my back from passing out on the couch.

I remembered deciding to continue restoring one of my father's journals while adding to mine after being unable to sleep.

I had several of my father's journals scavenged from the charred remains of our manor and was dead set on restoring them to their former glory.

All the knowledge I knew of the world was founded on the information written through my father's eyes.

Drowsily, I placed my hand on Orion hoping to rouse him awake but felt something soft yet buoyant underneath silk.

My exhausted mind couldn't comprehend what the object was as I proceeded to squeeze.

In one breath my eyes opened and my back straightened with surprise upon hearing a faint moan.

Warmth encumbered my face when discovering Nyxis using my lap as a pillow while I continued groping her.

She chuckled upon seeing my embarrassed surprised face as she sat up allowing the folds of her silk red nightgown fall back into place.

She turned toward me and kissed my lips, "I didn't want to wake you so I made myself comfortable. I hope you don't mind."

Pulling her into my arms, our minds and bodies soon became intertwined like savage beasts in heat after months apart.

Our beings melded together in a dance of pure ecstasy strummed to the melodies of euphoria until neither could do nothing but hold one another.

All reason was gone when her sweet rose perfume tickled my nose and her bright dazzling emerald eyes peered within.

I stroked her long silver locks as she listened to the adventures from this trip while she rested on my chest.

I finished by telling her the estranged meeting with Veronica that ended with my mind clouded.

She muttered looking up, "Momma mentioned something about your sister last night. She said that you weren't yourself."

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, "Can you blame me?"

I kissed her clenched hand, "For the past thirteen years, I hated them for what they did. I tried to stay away only to have Veronica appear without much reason except to tell me that our Uncle wishes to see me."

Nyxis kissed my cheek, "Do you plan to go? To Ironclad I mean?"

In truth, part of me wanted to see my Uncle again and bury the sword between us while another wanted to be rid of the past.

The past I lived in was already a small pebble tossed to the side while Siegfried and her people were the road taken at the crossroads.

Sitting up, the cold wooden floor tingled underneath bare feet.

My mind turned to the past once more with an image of a weak child reading books in a well supplied library unknowing of the future that would come in flowing flames.

That boy's existence was replaced by a man who was in love, a killer, and truly happy.

Sighing, "I don't think I can ever return to that life."

I felt Nyxis press her chest against my bare back as she wrapped me in a calming vise placing her head on my shoulder.

Her beautiful face somewhat covered with strings of hair harbored a gorgeous smile.

She matched my heartbeat as I returned her kiss and held her close with no chance of escape.

The two of us enjoyed such times when we held one another like this as the world around us didn't matter until separation.

Times that I thought would never happen to a man like me.

Though Nyxis looked young, she was actually in her seventy-eighth winter which was considered early twenties in human cycles while I was in my twenty-fifth winter.

Elves, Ljósálfar or Dökkálfar, aged at a much slower pace than any other humanoid race giving them an opportunity to age into the triple digits if lucky.

I too shared this capability to live a long life thanks to the Dökkálfar blood coursing through my body and so did Veronica.

All Halflings carrying elven blood tended to have longer lifespans just like our full blooded counterparts.

This fact alone was the reason why I often thought of one thing I never imagined.

I calmed my rampaging heart, "I've been thinking…"

"That's dangerous you know," Nyxis joked at my expense.

I turned so that I was looking directly into her eyes, "I want your honest opinion."

"What do you think a-about," she cocked an eyebrow toward the unusual demeanor being displayed.

I finally asked the question, "Nyxis, what do you think about us getting…married?"

Tears began to roll down her cheeks as her body shuttered with the whispered answer, "Yes."

"Yes I'll marry you!" she repeated the words once more turning my confused gaze to one of absolute joy.

I pulled the strings tight of the custom made boots lined with a small layer of steel that surrounded the heel and toes.

After I was done, I watched Nyxis fasten her belt and pulled her hair free of the red gown.

She wore a pair of cloth pants pulled from the dresser underneath a pair of knee-high heeled boots that I had gotten her as an anniversary gift.

She smiled when catching me staring as she zipped each ripper.

I couldn't believe that the woman standing before me had agreed to become my wife though I think she knew it was inevitable.

"I say you should at least see what your Uncle wants. I'm sure it involves Breura somehow," Nyxis said as she put on the cotton and silk black cloak with white roots spread throughout it.

I retorted with a laugh, "I'm guessing you have your own theory. Let's hear it."

Nyxis walked over to me and began to tie the straps of my cloak, "In a few weeks, Ironclad will be hosting its annual tournament. I had heard from little birdies that possibly the king of Breura will be attending."

She moved strands of hair behind my left ear, "This of course is only a small reason. It's just my speculation but I think that your Uncle and the Beastking are planning something."

It was a plausible theory backed by the many drunken rumors I've heard this past seven months and one that was strengthened by Veronica's presence.

I had a theory of my own about why the noble was here in Siegfried along with the extra guard…bait.

The Breura noble is simply bait to lure out any potential enemies from their hiding places.

The images of the two figures I saw watching Raven's Claw from a nearby roof and alley when speaking with Aron and Luther the day before.

It was a well thought out ploy in my opinion but even I noticed the potential dangers that could occur.

[(That's probably why I'm being requested. After all, I know the shadows better than anyone.)]

Nyxis gathered the six misericordes I carried, "If you'd like, I could travel to Ironclad with you. I do have some business there."

She helped sheathe the blades, "Besides, you promised to take me on a date when you got back."

I was about to give my answer when Marie's voice came from the hallway as she knocked "Jackal, you have a visitor. They're waiting downstairs."

[(Visitor? What now? Was it possibly Veronica coming for an answer?)]

I then noticed that Orion wasn't lazily lounging on the windowsill staring down at the street like he usually did in the mornings.

I knew he wouldn't run off without letting either me, Momma Joan, or Nyxis know.

Closing my eyes, I pulled at the thread that connected us to one another until a mass of trailing strands converged into a black misshapen ball overlapped in orange the closer my view got.

Sounds of laughter humming to the repetitive pings of the blacksmith hammer hard at work filled the dark void.

Smells of morning dew filled my nose along with freshly baked goods that made any mouth water.

Finally the front gate made from several large logs that protected Siegfried came into view after diving into the ball of loose strands.

The view was from a nearby roof that looked over a gilded carriage drawn by two strong yet beautiful white mares with manes braided in colorful ribbons that neighed in restlessness for the coming trip.

The image of Veronica leaning against the rear passenger door just in front of the back wheel with her arms crossed gazing toward Raven's Claw took center view.

Her posture reminded me of our mother when she would wait for our father to apologize for something he did.

It was bittersweet seeing that she kept her word like our parents always tried to do.

"I had Orion run an errand for me then had him keep an eye on your sister," Nyxis' words pulled me free from Orion's mind.

I opened my eyes and saw her standing in the hallway with a mischievous smile on her face.

"I'll see you at the gate. Got to get a few things from the shop," with that she disappeared down the steps.

[(I'm starting to think this new visitor has something to do with her. If so, who could it be?)]

I shrugged before walking over to the large wall mirror mounted on the left wall of the doorway and made a few adjustments.

A picture displayed on one the small desk caught my attention like it usually did during moments of sorrow.

The photograph was a picture of my family badly burned from that night but still visible.

Four sets of charred eyes pierced into my soul taunting me with gleeful smiles of the family taken.

My father's relaxed yet alert posture glaring at the photographer as they nervously casted a spell to capture the moment on special made paper.

[(I wonder if you'd be fond of her, mother, father. I wonder if you'd love her like your own and if you'd still love me and the man I became. Whatever the case, I will do what I believe is right just like you taught us.)]

As I walked down the steps, I saw Momma Joan behind her desk with a pile of paperwork in front of her.

Peering into the heart of Raven's Claw, I ensured that everything looked as it should with Marie, Celeste, and Tyke running orders without rest.

Patrons boomed with laughter as they slammed mugs together sending fresh foam into the air.

The broken table replaced by a new one from Sven's shop towered over the others a little with four matching chestnut chairs.

Blood stains were wiped away giving the tavern a more welcome feeling to newly arrived patrons.

"Bout time your ass got out of bed," a deep man's voice boomed from Momma's direction causing me to be on alert and instant reaction of drawing a misericorde.

A man of medium build stood before Momma Joan's desk gazing up at me with an amber eye resting in a shallow scarred socket.

His right eye was hidden behind a veil of white bandaging that contrasted against his dark complexion.

With a single glance at the way he presented himself one could confirm that the man was a Quoza which is one of the many migrant tribes that called the Arlena Desert home.

His clean shaven head shifted to a shaggy braided goat's beard that hung down the center of his broad chest.

He looked to be a capable fighter when the time came just like most of his tribe.

The outline of a loose gray sleeveless tunic trailed the ends of a dark blue vest covered in meticulous patterns.

A large curved sabre was strapped across his back while a small twenty-eight inch seax clung to his right calf over the dark blue pants he wore.

Both weapons had simple hilts with gilded pommels and crossguards.

Their scabbards however were bright red with white gold etchings that looked like small hands reaching for the safety of the hilt.

The man knew how to use each weapon to their most deadly capacities just as I did with mine.

The man let out a booming laugh as he held up his hands, "I'm unarmed, well sort of. Still on guard as always I see."

I chuckled and sheathed my blade, "What's one supposed to do when a scoundrel is present? A smelly one at that."

I appeared beside the man and we hugged each other as family would after time had passed, "It's good to see you're still kicking Zeke."

The man was known as Zeke Silverwind and was the leader of a mercenary band known as Twilight Sand.

It was Twilight Sand that set me free, though inadvertently, that fateful day when they stormed the arena with blades dancing and magic blazing in attempts to rescue one of their own.

Months later, I came across Twilight Sand in the Arlena Desert when I had been traveling through in search of a supposed forgotten castle buried in the sand.

This was the first of many encounters with Zeke and the others that often ended with near deaths on both sides.

A friendship was born from those battles which led to Twilight Sand eventually saving my life.

With a smile I asked, "What brings you to Siegfried? I thought you and the others were in Vaniel."

Zeke let out a small laugh, "We've been back for a couple weeks now. Vaniel was a shit show like everyone said. Nothing but a bunch of noble asses sitting all pretty on their gilded thrones getting fat. Though, some of them did prove to be some entertainment."

Zeke's idea of entertainment had led to many bar brawls on numerous occasions when I traveled with Twilight Sand.

No matter what, the man thrived for a good fight no matter who or what the opponent was.

This mindset has made him clash with several nobility in the past and often myself.

I considered him a close friend though many would say that a man like him never had any friends.

We started as enemies that on several occasions tried to kill each other and through those brushes with death a friendship was formed.

It still tickled my humor the way things turned out in the end.

"Don't tell me you got your ass handed to you," I chuckled.

"Now, now boys, you can insult each other later," Momma Joan walked around her desk to stand between Zeke and I.

With a smile on her face, "I heard that you finally asked Nyxis to marry you."

My face became flushed with warmth as the feeling of embarrassment took hold to the delight of Zeke.

Momma Joan for the longest time had suggested that I propose to Nyxis but I was afraid that our relationship would crumble.

Many things frightened me from doing it long ago yet she said yes.

I was afraid that she would leave me for bringing such an idea up; that I was just some fling.

Afraid to walk the lonesome road cloaked in darkness without a chance of being free.

She was one of the lights that brightened my darkness.

Momma Joan pointed a finger at me, "You best be careful."

She hugged both of us, "the both of you."

I questioned Zeke about what Momma said before we left, "What did Momma mean by 'the both of you'?"

Zeke chuckled at my lack of patience for surprises, "That's because me and Scar are coming with ya."

I questioned further, "Do you think that's a good idea, after all you're wanted?"

Zeke just let out a hearty laugh as he always did in the face of such concerns. "Do you honestly think that stops us from going where we wish," he playfully slapped me on the back "besides, wherever you go fun follows."

Rolling my eyes, "The two of us have different meanings of fun my friend. Very different meanings."

Zeke just boomed with laughter as the front gate was in sight, "That's not important. What is, is that you finally grew a pair and asked Nyxis for her hand. Can't say I'm surprised; I mean took you how many years to ask?''

His annoying laugh boomed once more as he continued, "It's hard to believe that simply asking a question, albeit life changing, was more difficult for you than taking a man's hand. Before you ask, yes Momma told me about yesterday. Nice job, even for a cowardly whelp."

Zeke couldn't help but find enjoyment in my pain.

"I should've killed you when the chance was present," I joked punching his shoulder.

"Truly though, I'm glad you finally went through with it," a somewhat disappointed expression flashed across his face, "Damn, I guess Fang won our bet, the scaly bastard."

I rolled my eyes as it was my chance to laugh at his pain for making such a bet with the wrong person.

Everyone in Twilight Sand knew not to make a bet with Fang unless you liked to lose your coin purses.

Fang was what you would call a dragonian, humanoid dragons, and was known among Twilight Sand as the Gilded Dragon.

If you believe his stories, he was once a Draak Lord which acted as the governing hierarchy over the dragon races.

Though I didn't believe his stories, there had been times that I could see glimpses of his true strength.

As we neared the gate, I saw the dwarfing figure of Fang standing side-by-side with a woman of thin build fending off the Ironclad Knights alongside the other fifteen members of Twilight Sand.

Though they out numbered the knights, Twilight Sand remained in a defensive square around the members specializing in magic.

Each member knew that I didn't like risking the well-being of Siegfried's people or property damage because of unneeded violence though it sounds ironic coming from me.

The knights acted like wild dogs snapping at prey hoping they'd run from their safety while the old guard watched.

It was quite apparent that these knights didn't quite understand the message from yesterday.

A red-haired human man and a brunette Farkas woman grew tired of waiting for the order to attack.

They charged forward with weapons drawn despite the eldest knight's constant orders to stop after seeing my approach.

Veronica still remained where she was but gazed at me with emotionless eyes.

I about outright choked on air when she slowly nodded her head granting permission to freely intervene.

I appeared before the two rushing knights just between Fang and the woman without the slightest traces of emotion.

A warm red liquid ran down my palms to stain the ground crimson when both their blades were caught effortlessly.

The Farkas woman flashed her canines in a wicked smile toward the man who nodded in return to her silent order.

I felt each blade trying to severe my fingers but didn't budge even when covered in fresh blood.

Confusion appeared in their eyes when each blade smoldered in my grasp before breaking in half only to become slightly glazed when their heads collided with one another.

A whistle came from Zeke's location as I caught a makeshift staff and swept each knight off their feet.

I tossed the staff to the side and was about to draw two misericordes from their slumber when a blade was pressed against my neck.

"That's enough brother. They've learned their lesson," Veronica spoke from beside me as she faced the opposite direction with a cold voice.

Ignoring her words, I disappeared causing her to stumble forward and reappeared facing her with both misericordes readied.

I smiled and plunged the blades toward the knights who tried to cover their faces as Veronica tried to make it in time to either knock each blade free from my grasp or kill me before I killed them.

None moved, not Veronica and I nor Twilight Sand and the remaining knights as the hilts of each blade were buried just millimeters from their true targets.

The right blade pierced the ground just below the Farkas woman's left lupine ear while the other threaded the space between the man's head and his right ear.

The aroma of piss filled the air as the two knights realized how close to death they truly were.

"NOW IS ENOUGH!" I growled as my gaze moved from Veronica to the groveling knights that laid shaken with fear at my feet.

"None are to lay a hand on Twilight Sand unless, of course, you wish to lose it. Do I make myself clear?" Without hesitation, both knights shook their heads immediately. I looked from them to the others who each nodded in turn.

Suddenly, I felt my feet leave the ground as large scaly arms wrapped around me. "BOSS!" Fang roared in his deep almost guttural growl of a voice while his grayish green scales shimmered in the sun as he squeezed me in his bulky arms.

I just chuckled as he sat me on his left shoulder while Zeke, Scarlett, and the rest of Twilight Sand gathered around.

"Boss! Boss! We've missed you. Good to see you're still causing trouble," sounded throughout Siegfried.

I rose from the congregated shadows of Fang and the others with a misplaced smile.

I began the short walk toward Veronica who stood with the old knight who tried to stop his new recruits.

Anyone who was in my way stepped to the side allowing a clear path to form.

Many of Twilight Sand including Zeke, Fang, and Scarlett saluted with their right fist pressed against their left shoulder while others chose to kneel despite my past pleas.

I carried no true commanding role in Twilight Sand yet the looked up to me as they did Zeke.

When I stood in front of Veronica and the Ironclad knights, "As you can guess, I've decided to heed Uncle's call but to only hear what he's got to say and nothing more."

Veronica just nodded as her gaze was focused behind me, "They will be watching Siegfried and her people while I'm gone."

"Zion, take three others and place three barriers in a two-hundred-foot radius around Siegfried, " I began my instructions, "The farthest and middle barriers I want as warning systems while the third surrounds Siegfried itself as a protective barrier that blocks out range attacks from arrows to spells."

I turned to a short woman with piercing yellow eyes, "Aifric while Zion and his team work on the barriers, I want you and those specialized in stealth set up hideaways and traps that encompasses Siegfried and surrounding forests."

My gaze loomed over every other face, "The rest of you, help where you can. Those that specialize in healing magic and apothecary go to Nyxis's shop and see if she needs anything. Ask her what needs to be done while she's away. Tell her I sent you."

After making sure things were in order, I made my way toward Zeke and Scarlett who was also part of the Quoza.

Her shirt was long sleeved with notches cut out of the shoulders while the chest part stopped just below her breasts.

She wore a pair of dark green pants held by a wide silk sash covering her stomach and tucked into a pair of red shinguards resting over black dirt crusted boots.

Two curved scimitars hung on either side of her waist as their hilts gleamed in the sun.

A lone leather vambrace was strapped around her left forearm while her waist length braided blonde hair was held back by a white bandana.

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek, "It's good to see you, Boss. Zeke tells me you worked up the courage to ask you know who to marry ya."

"I knew you could do it," she chuckled.

Her amber eyes told a lot about her with just one look into them making most lost in a sea of heartache, love, passion, and anger.

She was there along with Fang and Zeke when I awoke inside Amber Lilac without knowing how I got there.

Of course my body leapt to battle upon seeing their faces but sharp pain pulled me back down on the soft bed.

From what Zeke had told me a day after I regained consciousness, she had kept any that sought revenge in place and stayed by my side to ensure I still breathed during transport to Siegfried.

For three long days and nights, she sat by my side watching over me in my delirium.

With a sigh, "Let me guess, you placed a bet on me not asking for her hand."

"The opposite actually," Scarlett wrapped an arm around Zeke as she smiled, "unlike my dear husband, I betted that you would eventually ask."

"I've told him time and again to go with Fang's intuition. Sadly, he and most of the others don't listen," she kissed Zeke's cheek.

I gave a small delighted smile before turning toward Veronica who was once again leaning against the carriage watching the events unfold.

Every knight that accompanied her unintentionally took a step backward giving me a wide berth or at least all except the oldest looking one who had gray white hair.

He looked to be in his late fifties though I had a feeling his age didn't dull his skills as a knight.

He glared at me with hand on the hilt of his sword as we approached.

I could tell he'd be one of the first to cut us down upon receiving the order.

Veronica shifted her gaze between the three of us before stopping on me once more, "I've decided to at least hear what the Old Man has to say. After that, the four of us will return here. Understood?"

Veronica took a step forward and tried to embrace me but I placed a hand between us, "That being said, things between us haven't changed."

Veronica gave a depressed sigh before speaking, "Very well."

She turned toward the old knight who's blue eyes burned with anger, "Lieutenant Combs send a messenger to Ironclad letting his Majesty know we will be having guests."

Combs bowed and went to the horses where the young knights that I about killed stood at the ready.

Veronica released a sigh when he departed us, "That was a little intense."

She shook her head, "I know you wish to act as if we're complete strangers, but you could at least be considerate. Anyway, I guess I should move to introductions."

As if on cue, the carriage door opened and the blue haired Lepus stood in front of me with a wide unnecessary grin.

His long mane of shaggy hair hung to one side while the other was shaved shorter making one of his ears look out of place from the puffed fur.

He looked in his late teens but his eyes seemed beyond his years.

They were a bewildered dull orange that carried an uneasy atmosphere staring into them.

I knew the intimidation such eyes carried that made everyone gazing at them shiver from a nonexistent wind.

He wore a leather brigandine with multiple steel plates riveted into the fabric making it easier to breathe during harsh conditions than plated armor.

A small tree surrounded by a circle was engraved into the leather across the chest.

Hide bracers protected his forearms from the rebound of a bowstring and the guided shaft of an arrow.

He wore a combination of studded hide and iron grieves that covered from the knee to the ankle.

Plate poleyns engraved with the heads of wolves provided protection around each knee allowing cloth pants to easily be seen.

Simple leather shoes provided protection for his feet and allowed him to silently stalk his prey.

A large black bow was strapped to his back that looked to be made from the finest of oaks providing more durability.

Ivory spiraled down each arm until tapering off into a thin yet strong string that had enough slack to fire arrows far distances.

An elegantly crafted quiver of arrows was strapped between the leather wrapped handle and center string.

Like me, the Lepus took interest in the use of daggers as sheathed points peered from either side.

Just like their lethal counterparts, two hilts diagonally hung to either side of the back of his waist for easier retrieval.

As he stared deep into my eyes he spoke, "Luca Agnor, sole survivor of the Agnor Clan. It's nice to make your acquaintance."

A murderous hiss came from the carriage demanding my attention as the Lamia made her way through the doorway.

Unlike her companion, she wore a cuirass of plated steel with matching plackart adding another layer of protection.

Both pieces of heavy armor were dyed crimson and decorated with a fanged serpent coiling around the chest until a small head stared forward under her chin.

A chainmail hauberk could be seen poking out underneath the armor giving a little comfort against scaled flesh.

On her left shoulder, an angular pauldron hung a few inches past her shoulder and dyed the same shade of crimson as the rest of the armor.

Aqua green hair flowed freely around a face that saw many battles and hid the fleshy crown that poofed out during times of anger.

Matching scales covered most of her face before trailing down into the armor only to be seen between gaps.

Two angled slits swimming in a tide of the brightest yellow glared with lethal poise.

Her four-and-a-half-foot serpentine lower half reflected the sun's rays as her scythe-like tail rose behind her.

With one look, I knew which tribe she belonged and that she was ready to strike a death blow upon seeing my face.

[(Why did she have to be from the Ijā tribe?)]

"It's good to finally meet my Kin-killer," the Lamia said with a soft hissing yet sharp voice.

With a shrug, the Lamia hissed showing her venomous fangs when I nonchalantly turned to face Veronica.

I was about to remove them when the Lepus calmed her, "Easy Casteilla! Remember why we are here."

I shook my head, "Ijā, why am I not surprised?"

"Don't say that name, Kin-killer!" the Lamia hissed.

Ignoring her, I waited for the noble to stride gracefully forward but they didn't seem keen on making an appearance.

Somewhat irritated by the delay, "You can stay in there on your ass all you want. I could care less either way as long as you can listen."

Taking the bait, footsteps echoed from inside the carriage before crunching the rock underfoot.

With purple hair that hung just below the shoulder, a Vulpes girl with blue eyes gazed up at me.

She looked to be in her eighteenth winter with a light complexion that radiated in contrast to the finely made darker shade of purple dress she wore.

A white cloak hung from her shoulders while a black band held her hair in place.

She stared into my eyes as if to charm me, but unfortunately, for her it didn't work.

The girl shook her head, "Damn, I was hoping the rumors were true. Then again, he does look like a flea-bitten dog just waiting to be put down."

Hearing this, I turned toward Zeke and Scarlett as they tried not to laugh though it wasn't hard enough.

I found the girl's hand held out with the palm downward when turning back, "I am Ashe Udreth, only child of King and Queen Udreth. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mongrel."

[(I wonder how she'll take to missing an eye. Obviously, she isn't using them.)]

I just stared at the princess as I considered whether not to take a hand or an eye.

She laughed at my hesitation, "Don't tell me you don't know what to do. Wait, I didn't give you a command. Come on boy, kiss my hand. Who's a good boy? Come on."

I leaned forward acting as if I was going to follow her command to her delight, but stopped and smiled.

"Shove it up your ass," I heard laughter from behind me as I finished saying the last word, though what surprised me a little was that out of the corner of my eye I saw the Lepus stifle a chuckle.

I stood up and turned my gaze toward Veronica leaving the princess frozen with a shocked expression as she whispered, "I'm a princess."

I was about to chide Veronica when Fang yelled, "BOSS!"

Turning toward his voice, I saw that he was carrying a large wooden crate that housed an assortment of potions, my guess by the smell coming from it.

He continued trying to keep the smell from affecting him, "Mean lady tell Fang what to do. Fang eat mean lady, that's okay?"

I couldn't help but shake my head with a smile on my face as Nyxis's voice responded, "Drop that crate and mean lady will be tanning your hide."

My body stiffened as I examined everything from her head to feet lost in her utter beauty.

She wore a leather corset sewn into an iron plate that conformed to her chest.

Her entire right forearm was covered by a matching layered Akreinor vambrace that ran down to her wrist.

Over her right shoulder was a rounded pauldron hidden underneath the silken cloak she wore.

The smallest of white paint barely peaked from the darkness.

With a blade strapped to her side, Nyxis looked like the elven goddess of war Kasula Salihn made flesh.

She grabbed my wrists so that the palms were easily seen, "Jackal!? Your hands!?"

Following her gaze, I looked down at the open palms and found that they were dyed in dark liquidly crimson.

Though the cuts looked deep they didn't bother me much just like a forgotten memory didn't affect daily life.

Pain was something of a foreign experience that had long been forgotten and only came as annoyance.

Such a numb feeling was welcomed when taking on high risk jobs from the Guild or to continue fighting when wounded badly.

Any injury received was just commission for keeping Siegfried safe from all dangers.

Nyxis focused and a faint green aura flowed from her palms engulfing the entirety of mine.

I watched as the aura seeped into the wounds, "I wish you would have come to me instead of letting your blood flow free. Not only that but you could risk infection; not to mention they look pretty deep."

"It's just a scratch Nyx. It's nothing to matter abo--" the left side of my face felt as if an open blaze was pressed upon it as the sound of her slap sounded in the now quiet entrance.

I didn't say anything as I placed a hand upon hers, still pressed against my cheek.

I saw a trail of tears run down her face as she spoke, "I know it doesn't matter to you that you get injured. I know it's part of what you do to keep the people you care about safe, but never…never say that you don't matter."

Nyxis looked past me, "you matter to everyone here in Siegfried and Twilight Sand more than the knights sworn to protect the kingdom and her citizens."

She turned back to me with tearful emerald eyes, "I know I'm probably exaggerating, but I can't stand to hear you s--"

I kissed her as her body shuttered against my touch.

I rested my chin on her head and held her close, "I know I matter to Siegfried, to Momma Joan, and most importantly, you. However, you know that these are nothing but scratches to me that will heal in a matter of moments."

I felt small needles prick my flesh in diagonal successions with precise precision.

Black shadowy threads tightened as a tailor would custom clothes.

Smoke sizzled from each end of the wounds to meet at the center leaving sealed flesh.

I allowed a few more moments after the burning sensations stopped before wiping the remaining blood into my pants.

Afterward, I showed that the wounds were taken care of without much tentative care.

She whispered after examining my palms, "I'll take your word but if it's something serious let me heal you."

I nodded then followed her to the large crate filled with ordered potions. Placing a hand on the nearest side, "Occulto!"

The crate's unseen shadow expanded into a blackened sphere and was soon engulfed by shadowy tendrils that pulled it down into the abyss.

I turned toward Nyxis after the area became normal once more, "It should be safe in Penumbra until it's time for retrieval."

One must understand that our shadows remain with us at all times though they cannot be seen unless casted by light.

The place where these shadows reside was an infinite city doused in darkness known as the Shadow God's realm, Penumbra.

To put it simply, think of a replica of the real world shrouded in an unending darkness whose denizens are a menagerie of nightmares while the sky is an upside-down world of glistening light.

The feeling of welcomed fear when inadvertently reaching out into such a place to escape horrors of the world only to be chased by monstrosities unknown to man.

I had embraced them with open arms hoping to be taken from the torment that awaited me only to be saved by a shadowy figure that later became like a teacher to me.

Nyxis and I turned to the others who were in the process of speaking to one another despite what had transpired.

I ignored the unwanted conversations and asked, "Is everything in order?"

Veronica nodded with a wide smile, "The horses are ready for the trip. With everything considered, we should arrive at Ironclad within a week."

Veronica's calculations were correct but could be shortened if we traveled the rest of the day and well into late morning a day or two.

Looking to all who'd partake in the trip, "You will follow my commands, understood?"

The princess chuckled as she stepped forward in defiance, "You have to follow what I say and I say we follow what Lady Veronica orders. Besides, this is Ironclad territory."

I had to give the little fox respect for baring her fangs but I had about enough.

Momma Joan's voice came from behind stopping my turn to act defiantly, "Siegfried and her lands are independent from Ironclad. As such, if it belonged to anyone of power it'd be Jackal."

Momma Joan stood face to face with the little fox unnerved by the fact the girl was Breura's princess and she a mere villager.

She bared her own fangs, "Veronica, I know that Ironclad's king is your and Jackal's Uncle, but you as his advisor already know that Siegfried is considered out of his domain."

Zeke, Scarlett, Fang, the beastmen, the knights except the older ones, and the remaining Twilight Sand members yelled in unison, "King VonKnight is your Uncle!"

Momma ignored them with a stern parental gaze, "You will follow Jackal's commands to the letter. Mainly because he knows this area like the back of his hand."

It was when I turned to face her that the small box she carried gained my full attention.

Orion called from the carriage bidding me to turn around.

I was surprised to find a number of Siegfried's people coming to give a send off even though I've left many times in the past.

My mind raced through every possibility to their reasoning but none fit perfectly.

This could have been their way of saying so long and don't come back.

That idea was put away by the genuine smiles pointed in my direction and the presence of Aron who'd go against my ostracisation.

"Sven and I have been working on these for several years now," Stalo offered a sheathed blade toward me.

A wide smile cracked the old dwarf's face upon seeing my confusion, "It ain't much but I think this will prove useful, especially in your hands."

Hesitantly, I took hold of the blade admiring the time needed to forge such a weapon that could catch a nice price at market.

The scabbard was mainly black with a white clasp on either side that fitted the notches at the center of the crossguard.

A series of white thorns spiraled around the tanned leather imitating its real life counterpart which proceeded down the smooth marbled hilt.

The blade's pommel was that of a jackal's head that had two rubies set for eyes while a chained crystal danced between the ears.

The always alert gaze reminded me of the chance encounters with the animal my name was based upon when surviving alongside worse creatures no matter the disadvantage.

Impressed at the craftsmanship of the sheathe, I pulled the blade free from its slumber for the first time since being forged.

I took note of how the eyes seemed to glow with a white ominous light when the blade silently screamed free.

A beautifully forged gladius with a shimmering obsidian color glistened in the sun demanding attention.

There were a series of blue runic etchings running down the middle which glowed bright blue.

I was in awe at how the blade seemed to swallow all light that touched it and the endless crimson current of its deadly edge.

Stalo laughed seeing my interest in the runes, "Old dwarven magic!"

He proceeded to explain, "The sword is enchanted with something I call Death's Hand which allows you to not only cut physical bodies but spiritual ones as well. Any specter, dämon, or other beings of the sort would be harmed as if they were flesh."

"There is still room for three more enchantments within the crystal for you to do your own enchantments," he pointed at the clear areas of the crystal.

He smiled a proud grin, "I call her Tartarus after the ancient dämon lord. Well?"

"I-I admire the work and the weight is perfectly balanced. As expected from a master smith," I placed Tartarus back in her scabbard, "the blade looks different from the other ones you made. What's it made from?"

Stalo chuckled, "Zutryx…why else do you think it took so long to forge?"

He waved his hands at my surprised expression, "Before you go and say I could've used the gold I made to upgrade the forge, I had extra material. Few friends came by and paid a debt they owed so don't bother trying to pay me back."

I glared at the blade in gratuitous awe as it felt weightless with each testing slash.

My mind also couldn't get over the feeling of another conscious force overlapping with mine in some struggle for complete dominance.

Such a feeling sent me on edge a little but I trusted the blacksmith and his intuition when it came to weapons.

He wouldn't have blatantly given me a cursed blade without knowing that it'd be tamed in the end.

I knew Tartarus wasn't just any blade Stalo had forged which added to the different persona felt staring into the outside world biding time to fully awaken.

I handed the weapon off to Nyxis after ensuring the feeling was gone.

I watched Sven half crawl using his right masculine winged arm as another leg while the other carried a staff that looked to be made of the same material as Tartarus, "It's nothing as flashy as Tartarus, but I think you'll like it."

He tossed it to me and I watched in complete bewilderment as it shrunk to half its original size mid air.

He chuckled in amusement as I twisted it in my palm, "I thought it would make for easier transport."

"Try to put some mana into it," he nodded his batish head.

I focused on the three-foot pole and imagined that it was an extension of my arm.

I imagined the mana running through my veins bore through flesh and circulated into the cold metal.

The image of a watermill allowing gushing water to flow freely while powering anything connected came to mind.

With a clicking sound, I opened my eyes in delight to find that the staff had not only grown but became a dual sided scythe like the one carried by a favorite story character.

I was drawn by the two opposite facing black blades erupting from the small mouths of the two silver skulls carved on each end.

I grinned at the two after several strikes against air with the scythe.

I wrapped my arms around them both after placing each new weapon in the small space crafted in Penumbra, "I can't thank the both of you enough. What do I owe you?"

"Nothing…it's all been paid for along with this," Momma Joan spoke from behind me still holding the box in front of her, "I have something that might help you as well."

Puzzled, I took the box only to discover that it was quite light and gazed up at Momma Joan waiting for her permission to open it.

After getting a nod of her approval, I slowly lifted the lid only to be locked in a staring match with an all too familiar emblem.

A somewhat childish enthusiasm overcame me when taking the box and placing it on the ground between us.

Cautiously, I lifted the leather trench coat to its full length until stopping just above my ankles.

Its once battered leather was a patchwork in most places with black mail coating its entirety for added protection that disappeared into steel vambraces.

The coat once belonged to my father and was thought to have been destroyed with most everything else.

I focused on the emblem as the story came to mind after so long, "The Corrupted Rose of our clan represents the world around us. Its white petals are full of purity and bound in the tempting obsidian thorns yearning to taste such chastity."

I quickly wiped a stray tear before anyone could truly see a sign of weakness and think of advantages to use it.

In one motion, my left arm disappeared in the hole made for it until slipping over my shoulder and followed by my other arm.

It was odd to fill out the coat nicely after many attempts to wear it whenever father wasn't looking just to get caught by him.

He always had a smile on his face during such moments filled with such warmth and joy.

Though he was no longer here, the time had come that I took on the VonKnight mantle after five generations.

I turned toward Momma Joan who wiped a tear from her eye, "Zachariah, I wish you were here to see how your son has grown."

She then turned toward Veronica, "the same could be said about your daughter as well, Ansu. The two of you have grown from the little whelps I chased around the courtyard."

I chuckled, "That had been ages ago. I'm surprised you still remember that."

I dodged a fist as I made my way over to the carriage, "Love you Momma. Thank you everyone. I'll see you all when we return."

From the carriage, Orion soared into the air and began to circle around us.

"We have a mount ready for you, Einor," Veronica said when I stopped in front of her.

I nodded toward the circling raven, "Keep your mount, I have Orion."

Laughter came from the princess, "I really am glad to see that at least the rumor of you being of such sound mind was just a farce. I mean, what do you plan to do?"

"Shrink yourself so you could fit. My, my, my how stupid you are," the little fox continued to mock me.

I sensed anger growing in Orion's chest as he listened to the endless mockery toward his beloved master.

I listened to Orion's unspoken question as he spoke directly into my mind that I gladly answered with delight.

Orion descended upon us in a circular motion becoming clouded in the dark haze from before hiding the disfigurement taking place.

Audible sounds of small bones cracking at the joints sounded in the sky gaining its demanded attention before taking another familiar form.

Two large crimson eyes glowed through the darkness as large canines sparkled startling our honored guest when landing in front of her arrogant eyes.

Orion stalked forward when the princess fell on her ass in fright and began to crawl toward the rear wheel of the carriage.

He barked several times in front of her face when the planned escape failed sending morsels of saliva splattering against pampered flesh.

When it it seemed the princess understood that such things wouldn't be tolerated, I whistled causing the large dire wolf to turn its bulky head toward me.

Orion heeded my command after turning back toward the scared princess and snapped his maw just meters away from her nose sending the final message.

The wolf slowly circled around me once then stopped behind me.

I patted Orion's side, "I would think twice about what you say around Orion. Next time, I might be too late to stop him before taking an arm."

I climbed on Orion's back and extended a hand to Nyxis who used it to climb behind me before wrapping around my waist.

I motioned Orion toward the gate, "Keep up if you can!"

Orion lunged forward upon the wind blowing through my hair as saluted figures became a blur on either side.

The silenced snapping of reigns were a mile behind us as Orion leapt from tree to tree before finding a center between two black mares.

Zeke and Scarlett kept pace with Orion on their well-toned steads as their manes fluttered.

A smile pierced our faces at the calls coming from the catching carriage led by Veronica and Combs.

With sweeping wind, it felt like one of the many past adventures spent fighting alongside Twilight Sand.

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