A Cause Without Rebels

Celestia: Sister in Arms

She is absolutely stunning. With her long blonde curls, intricate white and gold dress that revealed her well sculpted neck and shoulders  she looked a like a creature that didn't belong in Remoria. But ironically this was Thalia, and today she is crowned Queen of Remoria. Her every movement is graceful, sometimes it is almost like a dance. From the way she takes her vows too the way the crown is placed upon her head, it is ethereal. As if one was watching some deep ancient magic come to life.

Then comes the presentation of the awards. As the 'heroes' we are scheduled to go last.  Ashton is at my right and Frabin on my left.

Ashton is wearing the full regalia of a General of an army. He had been promoted during battle. Unlike other countries we aren't clad in metal, a breastplate and some gauntlets work just fine. His armor is polished till glows silver, trust me he was working on it all night last night. Underneath he wears a white tunic and knee high riding boots. To top it all off he wears a red cape styled so covers most of his left shoulder. His helmet is tucked away under his right arm, his sword at his waist. His short  dark hair (even though he combed it this morning) is a mess. Then their was his signature braid that hangs in front of his right ear with an eagle feather weaved in between the braids. Over all he looks like the epitome of what a warrior should like. Handsome and brave.

Then there is my brother Frabin. A wizard. He wears a long red robe over and orange tunic and red leggings. His hair is combed back ever so stylishly with his round glasses making his face look more childlike than ever even though he and I are twins. We share the same slightly-darker-than-tan skin, brown hair and brown eyes. His brow is now furrowed in deep thought, most likely thinking about his big project. He has been working on it for ages, he never tells me what it is about though. All I know is that he's nearly finished with it.

I nervously finger my braid. It's not my usual one. It has been styled and woven with gold. I too wear armor and the Sword of the Archangel, but instead of a warrior's usual tunic, I wear a dress made of light green silk. Because even though I may be a warrior I am still a woman underneath it all. 

My heart Is beating fast, as we make our way up the steps. I breath in and out. Why am I so nervous? I'm not sure. But my nerves are eased once I see my sister in arms.

We all kneel in front of her in a synchronized motion.

Thalia and I had fought side by side in the great battle. We were the only two women who had fought in this battle. She had only broken off because she saw that her father, the King, was dying. She had gone to avenge his death, just like Frabin and I have avenged our parent's death by the killing the Dark Lord.

She approaches Ashton first. She holds h her father's sword. Some how I think it describes her perfectly. Her dress symbolises her beauty and the sword he deadliness. She knights him. Then in a high clear voice that will ring through the hall for centuries she says:

"Rise Lord Rothstead, the Eagle."

The Eagle. It suits. He's brave, proud and sharp witted. He rises.

Then it is my turn. I can see a hint of a smile on her otherwise solemn beautiful face. The sword lightly touches my shoulders.

"Rise Lady Evenstar, the Lioness."

The Lioness. Brave, strong and noble. Father would have been proud. I rise.

Then it's Frabin's turn. From the corner of my eye I watch him being knighted.

"Rise Lord Evenstar, the Horse."

The Horse. It's suits very well. Brave, wise and true. Without him rebuilding the sword nothing would have been possible.