Knightshade Forgotten.

Sealed

Lance

"Amzulious! Where the hell are you?!" Molarus shuffled past me towards where Reflet was. I stepped inside, shaking off a shiver than ran down my spine. This place...no, focus on your allies first. I picked up a little speed as I called for Janggo. "Lance! He's up!" I heard Molarus shout from the other room.

Reluctantly, I walked in, "Janggo him here? Alone?" I said while biting my lip before I shouted. Molarus raised an eyebrow "Why father, unless I'm blind and deaf I'd say you care about the kid" Reflet started giggling like a little girl, "N-no! I just...fine. You win, I do care about him, but by the smallest portion." Molarus left the room to keep a lookout and get packing. Reflet sat up, his eyes had turned green, was the red only temporary? "Did you find her? Is she okay?" He struggled to say through a worn voice. I helped him out of the bed and pulled his sword over for him to use as a crutch. "She asked the same things about you, and a bit more."

He looked at his splint to make sure it was still intact. "Thank the gods. She didn't do anything to get herself jailed did she?" I looked at him, he really did care about her. "No, she's almost like a noble there. I think Molarus has a thing for her." He glared all of a sudden, "Kidding of course." I said quickly. Molarus came rushing in, "Everything's ready, when do we head out?" Reflet looked inquisitive "Where to?"

"You don't have to come with us." I said quietly as he stopped walking with us. "We're going to Maekalythia, an old kingdom near some elven kingdoms. It's in ruins by now, but it's a start for rebuilding." Molarus started, "Like I said, you don't have to come with us." He was silent for a bit. "What's wrong Lance?" I shook my head "Noth-' "Bullshit." he said sternly "I know when someone's hurting, Lance." I held my breath, he would know that wouldn't he? "Not now Azura." I finished before I grabbed my bag and started walking out the door. "Lance just tell-" I drew my greatsword and held it to his neck. "Listen with those pointed ears of yours, I'm not saying what my issues are because I intend to deal with them on my own. I will not allow you to try and act like my friend anytime soon. Especially since you nearly killed my family before. If you want me to trust you, show me you can earn it."

I dropped my sword as Molarus fell over and color left his face. "Shit, I thought he was fine!" Reflet exclaimed as I ran to his side. The wounds he experienced healed, but the infection somehow still lingered. Without a word he was lifted onto his horse and Reflet clambered on his own, keeping an eye on Molarus. "I'm coming with you, for your son's sake, not yours." He stated as he put his sword to his belt and pulled his strategist cloak out of his bag. I looked inside his bag before saddling up. It was packed with supplies. Had he been planning to run from Wyngeria for a while? Tethering Molarus's horse to mine, I urged us forward carefully.

Reflet

And to think I tried to give a fuck about my allies. It's been about five weeks since we set out. Faylinn would be around thirteen by now, maybe fourteen. Almost the entire ride, Lance almost never spoke to me, and he looked more sullen as time went on. Molarus is a really good sport when it comes to surgery. I had to cut out some muscles to keep from the infection spreading. Cutting out the infection itself would be too dangerous at the moment. "Can't you just use healing magic or something?" Lance barked at me. "I can only heal more minor wounds without a staff. And your convoy didn't have shit in the field of magic." I replied as I had reinforced Molarus's stitches for the third time in one week. "How long 'till we get to the ruins?" He took a second to gaze at the surroundings. "Sometime today. Now hurry up." I was getting fed up with this guy. Who the fuck made him the leader? I looked at all the blood on my hands after I helped Molarus climb onto his horse. It's a surprise he's not dead yet.

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"We're here." I could hear Lance say from under the muffle of my hood. Every thing was a little hazy. It's been days since Molarus woke up last. Twice I thought his heart stopped. For some reason, I've been shaking nonstop. We moved into the ruins, they were still in good shape from what I could see. I got off my horse and got Molarus on my back, looking for somewhere to set him down.

"You're hurting." He mumbled. "Look who's talking, you've been asleep for how long?" I said to him. "Why's it always me that gets hurt?" He said as I moved into a building and set him down. "Your guess is as good as mine." I said calmly. It was becoming night soon. Lance had taken the first watch on the damaged wall around the city. I had my sword with me as I walked out to go scavenging. I looked at my leg as I kept walking, the bone was healed but I could still feel the screaming of the muscles. Past the door to a well intact building, was a camp? Shit, someone followed us. I ran back to the wall to find Lance unconscious. No smell of ozone, he was taken by surprise. I drew my sword and dragonstone and limped to the wall and placed my back against it. I could hear a fire crackling and groans of pain. I pulled down my hood as I crept inside. Inside was a large man pressing something into Molarus.

Before I could even lift my sword, he disarmed me, took my stone, and threw me against the wall. There was a gasp and sudden footsteps, "Gods, I'm sorry Scales! I thought you were the other one!" Scales? The man helped me up and took a close look at me. "Yeah, you're him alright." I stared at the large man, he had marks on his face like whiskers and red eyes, along with two large rabbit ears falling behind his shoulders, his skin was a little dark and looked callused. He backed up and moved over to Molarus, setting down his own beaststone and listening to his breathing patterns.

"Nasty thing this one." he muttered "The hell did you do to him?" I carefully walked over, he's a shifter, and a fast one too. He had bits of armor on his chest, arms, and legs over his patches of fur, he was barefoot to account for his agility and well fit to account for his strength, he wore a small fur kilt as well as a wolf pelt acting like a cloak and hood. "Cuts opening and reopening multiple times and infection for an extended period of time." Molarus's breathing was stable and the sickly yellow tinge from his wounds was fading. "I injected some elixir from my species directly into it. He should make a full recovery soon."

He put a vial into one of the many pouches on his belt. "I apologize, I know of you and you don't know me. My name is Thorald. I think you've seen me before." I have, in the village near Drachen. He was one of the few that refused to participate in the combat trainings due to their brutalities.

"You had a reputation by the time you left." He said, "The orphanage had a lot of visitors after you left. I suppose that soldier had a lot of fans." I winced as he said that, "How are the kids?" He stopped dead. "Those crow fuckers burnt the village to the ground about a year ago. Probably got a pretty set of coins for that." He sat close to me as Lance walked in, rubbing his head and throwing his helmet to the side. "Azura, if that was a joke, it wasn't funny. I'll give you ten seconds to-" He drew his sword and pointed it at Thorald. "Who the hell is this?" he bellowed. Voltain said nothing and stared at the blade.

As Lance opened his mouth Molarus sat up with a start. "Oh you're awake! Thank goodness, I thought I'd have to take it back to her." Thorald said as he looked at Molarus. Molarus just stared at him. "Who's the rabbit?" Thorald stood, bowed, and introduced himself to the others. "I apologize for knocking you out before sir, you startled me and I couldn't take any chances." Lance said nothing and walked over to Molarus.

I saw Thorald pocket my dragonstone and he spoke before I could object. "I have strict orders from your sister to not give it back until you are clear minded." He faced the others "She also sent me and some gifts as aid to you for your paths ahead." He grabbed a large bag and laid the items on the table.

"For Lance, A greatsword that requires no magic to use electrical properties, it can even summon pure lightning to attack at a distance." The sword itself was shaped like a child's interpretation of a lightning bolt and sparked when Lance took it. "For young Molarus, dual crossbows, made to fire bolts and arrows at rapid speeds and large distances." He walked to me, "And you Scales, your sister was very considerate of you and had light armor made for you. It's made for multiple environments and can expand with your dragon form." I took a look at it, it was white and black plated with a tight bodysuit on the inside, it had a blue cape on the back with an emblem of a thorned vine and a crescent moon above it.

"You have a very good ally in Drachen." Thorald said. "When can I see her?" I asked. "Surely she must be free to see me?"Thorald grimaced, "She may be facing trial by now. They think she's a traitor."