Why Should I Tell You Anything? COMPLETED

The Attack

The party was in full swing when we got into position. The glittering ballroom was filled to the brim with finely dressed lords and ladies in lush gowns. They danced in tense rhythm with grim expressions turned toward the young prince. Tables of food are scattered throughout the room nearly overflowing with frosted desserts and crystal glasses of light blue and purple drinks.

A band of musicians stand in the center of the ballroom and play odd instruments to create chime-like music. A woman sings softly in their language, swaying gently as she sang to the dancing crowd. But as the party went on, the party guests grew tense as the prince grew restless.

The prince stood near a silver plated throne lined with sharp edges and chains. Such a fitting throne for the trapped prince. Alexius may have the ability to trap others in his mind, but he was just as trapped as his victims. He was dressed in a fitting black outfit; a battle tunic, a dress shirt underneath, a belt around his waist, fit pants, and black combats. He wore golden insignias on his chest acting as metals. His thick black cape drops to the ground and brushes lightly over the glossy floor. A sword sheath decorated with silver curves and thorns hangs at his waist with a snake head at the bottom of the handle.

His thick sunshine colored hair was tied loosely at the nape his neck. Long locks of hair frame his face with gentle curls at the ends. His elf-like ears poke out though it seemed like he was trying to hide them. His sharp jawbones coming together to make a pointed chin. Alexius was truly alluring and youthful in appearance. With his deep blue eyes, he drew victims in with such excitement. He radiates the sun in such a shadowy world. Except he was the darkest being to walk upon it.

He wore a golden vined crown which rested heavily on his head. Individual strands of gold weave together in a circle to create his crown with small thorns added to its edges. Alexius smiled and greeted his guests warmly, however, each guest appeared terrified of him.

The boy prince, they called him.

The monster.

Meanwhile, the Guard wandered the ballroom with watchful eyes. They were ready for anyone to strike against the last royal. The Guard looked as one might imagine them. They wore dark cloaks with masks over their faces. They held swords and various weapons to defend themselves.

As the party continued on through the day, we hid in the shadows outside. The entire "castle" was built into a large boulder on the side of a mountain. They hollowed out entire mountains to create their noble houses, which Adrien explained to me earlier. It was easily fortified and easy to protect since the rock was too thick to cut in most areas.

We sat ready in position, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Meanwhile, the Night Mares and a few other gangs were getting into position for their full-blown attack on the nobles. Gideon sent out a message the other day describing part of our plan to them. They had instructions to attack once the Masser was released. From there, they could do whatever they wanted with the nobles.

It would be a bloody aftermath that we wouldn't be a part of.

In reality, the other gangs were thirsty for payback and a bit of unchecked fury. They wanted bloodshed. They wanted the thrill. So they decided to ride on the back of our original plan and take it from there.

The boys packed earlier this morning for our departure. All their belongs sit hidden in the trees near the rift. The moment we release the Masser, Adrien wanted to be somewhere Alexius could see. Basically, he wanted to gloat. Gideon and Shiloh were nervous about this part, as was I, but I believe they wanted him to have this. To let his anger come to a close and let go of his drive for revenge once and for all. He would have his revenge on Alexius and Guard. He would finally be free. He would leave the forest behind, leaving his monsters behind, and stepping out of the darkness he lived in for so long. He was blinded by grief and fury for so long. We hoped it would help him.