The truth hidden behind the moon's shadow was not easy to unveil. Now the fight for freedom will be all blood and bones. War is brewing on the edge of the horizon and kingdoms will fall at the tip of her blade.
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Lucien was awake before the sun the next day.
Bags outlined his eyes and the bones in his back cracked with each twist he did but still, he didn't complain. He had barely gotten any sleep the night before. Between packing for his voyage with Venix and calming down a spiraling Rheynoak, the few hours of rest he received was barely a gift.
Still, he dragged his body from bed, relinquishing in the comfortable mattress for the last time before managing to bathe himself and pull on some decent clothes. His white hair was tied up into a bun, daggers tucked in the waistband of his jeans.
A large black bag sat in the corner of his room, a sad reminder that today was his last day here on the cursed tribal grounds. As strange as seemed, a part of him felt unsure of the departure.
Of course, for the most part, he was excited to escape the hellhole he had been enclosed in for so long but the thought of leaving a place he had once considered home for so long stung a bit. Even the slightest thought of abandoning Rheynoak was too much for him to bear.
Though he knew that the tribe leader has manipulated him all these years, at the end of the day Lucien knew in his heart that loved Rheynoak like a brother. At one point, they were all each other had. They were like family.
A very broken, twisted, painful but still tolerable family.
Leaving felt as if he was being abandoned all over again. Except this time, Venix would be by his side.
As quickly as they appeared, those doubtful thoughts in his mind were quickly replaced by flustered once. They rushed through his mind as the Bloodbone materialized in his mind, her white hair and burning violet eyes they only thing he longed to see soon.
The Kingdom of Exben was far from the tribal grounds, one of the few kingdoms were mortals and immortals coincided in peace. It was a cold desolate place, spring and summer appearing only a few times.
They would have to sail through the rough seas for quite some time. Just the two of them, alone with nothing but the open ocean being their only barrier. The Hell Siphon could only pray that no distractions would direct them off course.
Wrapping a cloak around his shoulders, the Hell Siphon strapped the bag over his shoulders and took one last look at his room. The bright walls covered in paintings seemed duller than before and the blue curtains whispered in the morning breeze. Lucien ran his fingers against the bed sheets, smelling the fragrance of vanilla once more.
His eyes wandered around the walls, aching to take the paintings with him. He couldn't pack everything so he packed what would be essential. Clothes, food, weapons, a map, survival necessities, and a few books to keep him company. Everything else was left untouched, including the memories he was about to leave behind.
Memories he couldn't quite pack. They would only remain exactly what they were. Memories he hoped would stay with him.
Wiping his face of the tear the fell down his cheek, Lucien sighed, taking one last look at the beautiful painting of his sister than hung on the walls of his room. Her eyes seemed to stare back at him, holding secrets he couldn't conjure. He only hoped he hadn't become a memory in her mind as well.
