The Tale Of Varathia

The Rebellion Starts

Arilo and Meladore return to Araka hunched over Dragos limp body with tears rolling down her face, not pain tears or sorrow tears, tears of weakness and regret.

"I-i could have protected him, I could of.."

Arilo and meladore walk up beside her as arilo kneels and holds Araka close as she cries into Arilos shoulder yelling all sorts of horrid things at herself.

Arilo just rubs Her soft red hair as the sobbing dies down and sits in his arms as Meladore looks at the two, Arilo nods to Meladore as she walks off and as she turns away a tear rolls down her face and lands on the hard cold ground.

Arilo then slowly takes Araka off his shoulder and looks at her tears rolling off her cheek, "Your nothing what you said, so you know." Araka instantly shakes her head but before she could speak Arilo interrupts her, "Drago wouldn't think of you this way. You guys were like best friends before you even started bonding with each other. Like a friend, you knew for years and years. He wouldn't want you talking bad about yourself so don't." Araka leans into him with comfort as her tears stain Arilos's Blue tee shirt and black jacket. He just rubs her head comforting her looking out in front of him. 

The king has done too much to get away with, Drago, Arakas parents, and Her mentor. Who can even think about what other horrors his bloody hands gave to the people living in this god-forsaken world? let's hope to god that the other kings surviving This corrupted king's wrath is not the same as his motives.

Arilo has to win. For Araka.

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a couple of days pass as Meladore held a funeral right outside the gates of the city in honor of Drago. it was a very quiet day that day, Araka barely spoke a word, and Arilo was taking his anger out on a nearby tree as meladore looked like she was deep in her mind, thinking. Everyone else had conversations with one another about the good times, or what they were gonna do once they face the king's army. It was a sunny day and not a cloud in sight. Must be Dragos's work. Always lighting up with joy even in times of uncertainty.

There was a rustle in the woods nearby the funeral as a group of about 20 creatures and humans present themselves and walk up to the misfits of the centralcity, "Hey, is this where we rendezvous?" Arilo stopped raging and looked at the group as Meladore looked at them as well wiping a tear from her face.

"This is where we go to rebel against the king right?" The creature restated

"your right!" Arilo yelled as he ran up to the group almost tripping on his own feet, Araka looks at Arilo who is now filled with a warm big grin.

"When did this boost of happiness come from?" Araka questioned Arilo.

"Hope."

As the days go by more and more creatures and humans show up, ever since Arilo and Araka defeated the soul dragon they built up a small reputation like Meladore did, so people held their motivation high and their weapons higher as Meladore and Arilo trained the 500 people that showed up in a weeks time including some of the members of the small village the elder ran. Though the elder wasn't around due to her getting old and recovering from all the soul she lost. Araka sat out for most of it still mourning Dragos's death.

Swordsman clank their swords against the hard thick bark trees leaving divots and marks on the trees as Arilo joins them to harness his elemental control while also guiding anyone who may need help.

Meladore Trains the rest of the Frontline in battle strategy and smarts as Araka reluctantly helps the healers and buffers with harnessing their bonds.

500 trained soldiers from all over Varathia might not be enough to go up against an army of lifeless knights but it's better than going in with just Meladores crew and two teens.

a week has passed as the soldier's rest there aching bodys looking over at someone walking up to the small army. "Sorry, I'm late I didn't get the invite till a couple of days ago!" That voice sounds familiar as the person walks closer to the campout, he has a very familiar wrinkly face and bald head.

"Jasko!" Araka jumped up as Arilo yelled his name a couple of thousand feet away from him.

"Missed me haha!" That laugh brings back memories.

It's been almost a year since they've talked to the old mentor but they could care less about time right now as Arilo walks, Araka sprints towards Jasko and hugs him tight enough to make him purple.

"Alright alright! Anymore tight and I'll pop like a balloon!"

Araka lets go as Arilo grins and give a very manly handshake 

"Guess you can help?"

"Yup!" He chuckled, "I also brought a few friends with me if that's alright."

All of a sudden a huge mob of creatures, humans, and everything in-between walks up from behind.

Arilo, Araka, and Meladore look stunned.

"I managed to convince Most if not all of Tenby to help you fight. so now we have an even better winning shot, And I also brought some horses and other resources to help!"

"This is incredible!" Meladore exclaimed as everyone cheered with hope.

500 went up to 2000 as Jasko Trained Arilo on fighting while riding horseback, and other people who specialize in horseback helped the frontline as well. Araka continues to help the buffers as well as listen to what Meladore says to the rest of the army on the plan of action. Her hopes were back.

The gang is finally here. Arilo, Araka, Meladore, and Jasko. The leaders who will win no matter the cost. 

They will win.