Aetherian(Part 1): A War Begins

Trevor

 The two Dragon Knights that kept an eye on Illyria as she walked with Trevor both wore armor that had a similar dragon scale look to that of the Dragon Guard, but with a black color instead of green. The Dragon Knights were Generals in the King's armies, as well as the greatest soldiers Aetherian has ever produced, five of which are charged with defending the King. Trevor wasn't surprised that it was Dragon Knights that were assigned to watch Illyria, especially since she had her katana and tonfas on her belt under her jacket.

"I'm surprised they let me walk out of that room with my weapons," she whispered to him.

"Well, I don't think you would stand a chance against the Dragon Knights," said Trevor. "No offense."

"Really?" Illyria asked. "I almost killed you."

"I was outnumbered," Trevor reminded.

"And you beat all of us," said Illyria, with a slight chuckle. Trevor didn't know what to feel about her laugh. He didn't feel any kind of anger or sadness from her when she brought it up. Maybe she was just relieved to not be living in fear of Rivenar Jarolan anymore. As they walked through the halls of the Ivory Tower, they passed two Knights in armor crested with the black saber-toothed cat of House Lysander.

"Are you nervous?" Illyria asked. She must have felt Trevor's nervousness. They were either two of the Knights that Lord Semil Lysander brought with him, or two of the Knights that he maimed a few days ago. They didn't seem to recognize him at first, and he gave a sigh of relief as he and Illyria passed them.

Illyria looked behind her, then back to Trevor and asked: "Do they recognize you?"

"What?"

"Hey!" one of the Lysander Knights called out. "Turn around!"

"Shit," whispered Trevor.

"Who are they?" Illyria asked.

"They're Knights of House Lysander," Trevor answered, but Illyria didn't seem to know what he was talking about. Before he could explain the thousands of years of Aetherian's class system that was in place, he was suddenly turned away from her, and both of the Knights were in his face. They were much bigger than Trevor, staring at him from behind black visors in their white helmets.

"I know you," said Ser Bedane, as it said on a nametag on his chest plate. The other one was named Ser Rahd.

"I'm sure you do, Ser," said Trevor, trying to escape being scolded, or violence. "Look, my friend here..."

"You committed crimes against House Lysander," Ser Rahd berated. "You assisted in the assault four Knights, and the murder of one more."

"What say you in your defense?" demanded Ser Bedane. Trevor had plenty to say in his defense.

"Well, for starters, I guess...," started Trevor.

"Shut up!" Rahd shouted. "I've heard of your manipulative words."

"You're thinking of Lord Damien," Trevor corrected.

"I don't care," said Ser Bedane.

"Should I step in?" Illyria asked, leaning closer to Trevor.

"I'll be fine," Trevor assured. "You might want to step back, though."

"It amazes me that Lord Semil hasn't wiped out the Guardians at Brighthill," mocked Ser Rahd. "Now, come with us."

"I don't think so," said Trevor. "Those Knights I attacked were beating up a helpless kid."

"So, you admit to your crime?" asked Ser Bedane.