Medievalstuck: Quest of Wind

Prologue

"Soooooooo, the young Heir of 8reath has lost his windy-powers. Right, Sir. John?"

A young female thief stood in dark cerulean and black thieves outfit with a long bloodstained dagger at her side. She carried a satchel stuffed to the brim with maps, treasure, and gold. Her long, messy black hair swept down pass her shoulders on floated near her back. Her cerulean hood was down, which made her look even more mysterious. The thief wore blue paint and blueberry mixed lipstick with pretty blue eye shadow. The girl stood on a dark yellow tile roof of a small town in the land of Prospit. A boy wearing a blue silk and cotton suit with a long a massive blue hood. On his shirt was a blue windy symbol. His hood blew in the wind, nearly touching the thief's nose. The boy had pale white skin with grayish-blue eyes.

"vriska, I'm not in the mood." The Heir sighed, standing up taller.

"Awwwwwwwww, is the poor Heir sad >::::)?" Vriska laughed, crossed her arms.

The Heir smiled a little and turned to face Vriska the Thief. "I guess the Thief of Light and Mistress of Spiders forgot to remember spiders have eight eyes and legs, not nine."

Vriska covered her mouth with her pale gray hands. She growled and crossed her arms again, but tighter. "Is it true though? You lost your powers in the battle for Derse? Prince Kurloz and Human Prince Dirk were furious when Derse Prince Eridan took full control of Derse."

"ya, I was there. Prince Kurloz's rage scared most of the Derse off while Human Prince Dirk Heart healed most of the army. But Prince Eridan's Hope and Determination for destroying the Prospit's Army was too strong. Prince Drik is seriously injured but Prince Kurloz was able to save Human Prince Dirk and keep him alive." John explained, staring blankly at his hands.

Vriska smirked and unsheathed her dagger and glared at the deep bloodstains. "Odd really, Dirk is a Derse raised in Prospit and now he is second prince to Kurloz, hard to imagine that a Derse and a Prospit could get along SO well.

John closed his eyes and replied. "Dirk's parents made the choice to make him live in Prospit, not Dirk himself. But he show no signs of wanting to betray Prince Kurloz or go back to Derse."

"Enough talk! We were suppost to 8egin a civilized talk 8etween two species!" Vriska huffed. "Not complain a8out some dum8 war 8etween Derse and Prospit!"

"Fine, what is it, vrisk?"

Vriska looked up at the golden moon. The moon was heavily chained down by a magical golden chain that was said to be made by The Three. A Coven of Witches that have the strongest forms of Magic, even stronger then the strongest Mages. The Skaia clouds, white thread-like clouds surrounding Prospit, seemed to block the moon, half scaring Vriska.

"Listen, John." Vriska continued with a slight nervous sounding voice. "The Rouges and Thieves are worried. Me and Meenah can't do much to protect them anymore. Even happy ol' Nepeta is getting upset."

"so what you mean is I should worry about your wonderful rouges and thieves?" John said in a snarky voice. "Prince Eridan will kill you guys, you better just go into hiding or just have The Coven protect you."

Vriska slammed her foot into the tile, cracking it. The Thief took a hand full of John's hair and forced his head up. She pressed the dagger to his neck and growled in his ear. "Listen here you 8acksta88ing idiot! I don't stop fighting in till the enemy is dead! Prince Eridan is the enemy! I don't just take those words lightly, you know, Sir. John Egbert! Heir of Breath! Low Lord of the Windshade Mountains!"

Vriska dropped her ally on the roof, making him gasp from air. He blinked and mumbled. "yet, I might be the only Lord left."

Vriska, sheathing her dagger, raised an eyebrow. "Only Lord? I thought-"

"no, Windshade Mountains were half destroyed by Prince Eridan's army. but Bard Gamzee's Honks of Doom deafened and killed them." John explained, tearing up a little. "Sadly, but Half brother/Father is dead is Jade is... Almost dead..."

Vriska sighed half-dramatically, half-impatiently. "Joooooooohn! We don't have tim-".

The Heir of Breath took his pale fist and slammed into Vriska's nose as hard as he could, breaking it in the end. Cerulean blood splattered across the place. Vriska screeched in pain and fell onto her butt.

"YOU F*CKING 8*TCH!" Vriska screamed, glaring deep into John's eyes. John coughed and froze.

The boy's eyes turned a deep yellow and black color, meaning The Thief of Light was using The Grip. Her powers of mind control. She, using one hand to control the blood flow that was gushing out of her nose, used her other hand to mind control John to walk to the edge of the ten story high roof. John was forced to look down at the hard cobble stone ground. Before Vriska could throw her friend off, she sighed and stopped using The Grip. John gasped and clutched his chest. Vriska bottled a white bottom with green liquid inside and drank it. Her nose snapped back into place, making her wince. The blood surronding her turned in dust and floated away.

"John." Vriska closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, 8ut don't ever again! Or I'll h8 you forever."

John nodded and stood up.

The troll blinked softly and spoke. "My ally, friend, companion, whatever, I'll make you a deal."

"what kind of deal?" The Heir of Breath asked, crossing his arms.

"Relax! I'm only trying to help! 8ut I know a way to get your powers 8ack."

"what?!"

Vriska smirked. "Yes, John, a why to get your 8eloved powers 8ack, 8ut at a price."

"what is the catch?" John Egbert tilted his head to the left, confused.

"You must pledge your service to me. Re-class yourself as Heir of Thieves till you reclaim you powers 8ack." Vriska told him.

John felt his heart race. His title, Heir of Breath, meant he was Heir of... Breath. Meaning he was the Heir of his windy-powers. If he gave up his title, it meant he would lose his title as Prince Kurloz and Human Prince Dirk's Champion, meaning he would intitle himself as a parton of Thieves and, maybe, Rouges. He would be a pawn to Vriska Serket, Thief of Light, Mistress of Spiders, Lady of Lies, and Queen of the Arachnids. He, John Egbert, Heir of Breath, Low Lord of the Windshade Mountains, Master of the Windy-Powers, King of The Salamanders, would be a simple pawn in a game of thieves.

The boy stepped closer and sighed. He faced the smiling troll, a once alien species with gray skin and some what of an anger problem (more for some). But that wasn't important.

"Madam Vriska-" John bowed down, putting his left arm cross his chest. "I'll be a pawn, a soldier, a victim of spiders, if it means to reclaim my powers and stop this war."

John raised his head. "Vriska, I'm your servant."

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