Hexe - The Great Exodus

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Ra

Proper noun

Translation: The Sun

Definition: In Menschen, "Ra" is the name given to the Sun, revered as the embodiment of the Golden Dragon. It is a Spirit of immense power, whose true form remains a mystery to all creatures. "Ra" is not only the source of light and heat but also a symbol of ultimate dominio.

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As time was halted by Noctavia's whim, nobles, emissaries, and soldiers were caught in various expressions—mid-laugh, locked in serious discourse, or simply wearing stoic masks. Time had been paused, and the room's occupants turned into living statues.

Noctavia and Yeso wove through the assembly like wraiths, shadows slipping within the still crowd. They were in no hurry. They had this singular, stolen moment in time, and it was all theirs.

As they glided past a general, his hand arrested in the act of reaching for a goblet, Yeso deftly plucked the jewelled dagger from his belt. Meanwhile, Noctavia's fingers trailed along the sleeve of an emissary, relieving him of a hidden blade. Every weapon they found was placed meticulously in an intricate circle on the floor in front of the throne like an arcane pattern that spelt both threat and artistry.

Finally, they reached the Prince, frozen like the others. They moved Xendrix, his body rigid but unresisting, next to their makeshift circle. He was positioned to face King Ieagan, who sat on his throne, his eyes wide but blind.

As the couple moved, worried and busy with all the preparation for their plan, they didn't notice the Prince's iris moving slightly to the left.

Noctavia broke the voided silence as she turned toward Yeso. "How's my makeup?"

He studied her face, his thumb lightly grazing her cheek to smooth out a faint smudge of kohl. "A bit smeared here," he murmured. His touch was gentle as he blended the cosmetic back into place. "There, looks perfect."

They both draw a mischievous smirk. "Maybe we should do your eyes," Noctavia suggested.

"Really?" Yeso cocked an eyebrow, a sly grin forming. "You're sure that's a good idea?"

"Trust me." Noctavia's hand delved into her pocket and emerged, holding a small, black flask. Uncapping it with ease, she leaned in and traced a line of dark pigment beneath his lower eyelids, her thumb artfully smudging it to create a softer edge. "There. Now you look perfect."

"Do you happen to have a mi—"

Before he could complete the sentence, Noctavia's hand was already fishing into another pocket, from which she emerged a small hand mirror. She held it up, angling it so he could scrutinize his new look.

Yeso looked into the mirror, his eyes now framed by the soft smudge of darkness, accentuating their natural intensity. For a moment, he was silent, and then his eyes met hers in the mirror's reflection. "Perfect," he agreed, echoing her earlier sentiment, "I look handsome."

"And terrifying! Like the Sun who burns land, sea, and sky!"

"You're right, I do," he added, the words tinged with a playful arrogance that only they knew.

"Do you want me to braid your hair?" Noctavia asked, her eyes flicking toward his unruly diamond hair that cascaded over his shoulders. And contrary to Yeso, she was not joking.