Court of Hearts Pt.1

The Crew

Year 395

Tiro licked his lips as his eyes had widened, staring intensely at the traumatized Roselyn who stood before him.

Two feelings.

Numbness

Differentness

Fothrolestro stood behind the pail frail woman, their robes matching both looking untouched by the elements.

STOR had always been a fake name.

The fiend who stood behind my daughter, was one that captured me and forced me into various loca-

STOP

Tiro's memory had began to leak out, so the dwarven mage put an end to that, making him mindless he began to do as the caster demanded.

"It's your daughter Tiro." Whispered the dwarf, sickly.

"It's my daughter Fothrolestro." Tiro's eyes glowing purple, he was scaring Roselyn a bit, walking over to her he attempted to hold her pale freckled cheeks.

She vanished on her own, this time away from Tiro. Instead seeking safety behind the pale frail dwarf.

"Rose..." Fothrolestro looked over his shoulder," Relax, this is-" All his attempts for calmness being interrupted by the voiceless Roselyn.

Shaking her head in denial not wanting to hear the word.

Tiro heard the word inside his mind, struggling to regain control from the frenzy the dwarf forced him into.

Father

Fothrolestro peered at Roselyn, then averted his gaze to the struggling Tiro; obviously begging internally to be released from his control.

"Come now!" Screamed Fothrolestro to Tiro and Roselyn.

Roselyn winced shaking a bit, but regardless... Followed.

Tiro followed as if it was his one and only goal in life.

Lifelessly

Controlled

Abused

The trio rushed along the stone wall, looking to escape the incoming knights. The light perfectly shining upon the two great lakes as they made their over the front gate to see both rivers sitting parallel from one another. There sat the stone walkway, the grand lakes used as a moat for any invaders.

Giving them both separate personas the common folk loved to do. Some believed Dragon's Mouth was merciless, but spared the villagers of Osagor from its wrath by supplying them plenty of fish!

The lake on the left 'Peace', seemed to have not a single fish, but is rumored to have restoring benefits.

All these realizations of another life, memories and experiences began to overwhelmingly pour into Tiro's mind.

Yet they were blocked, as more guards rushed up the stone stairs leading from the entrance Tiro took earlier from the slums.

The captain that lead the squadron held a long sword that glowed brightly with mint green. The sound of scorching flames filled the soundwaves, and eardrums of everyone in the vicinity. Possibly the entire city.

Many nobles, common folk, tourists began to cheer the sight of the pursuing knight. As if it was part of the entrance, all had been awaiting him.

The blade alarmed Tiro, from his fake life he did learn real things. As do not get on the end of The Dragon's Defiler; Edward's weapon.