Prey (in the Web) of Ora

Falling on the Trap

The news of emperor Jarvan's falling in a grave disease and after his subsequent death created a great unbalance and dispute of power on the council of the Demaxia. Jarvan didn't had any heir to assume the throne so it's up to decide if the new emperor come from military, with a far knowledge of what is happening with the inner workings of Demaxia or it be a representative figure to have the final word while the council would take care of the heavy work.

But you knew better.

With the high decorations of your studies on the Valor Academy, a demaxian military university you could reach a job inside the palace, the very institution in which is needed to graduate so people can work in such place. It gave to you the opportunity to work as public officer in the government relations. In the expanse of your time you worked there as also through sweat, stress, timelines and tears, you were able to rise and be one of the three personal secretaries of Jarvan himself.

At this period of five years you learned to fear less and respect more the emperor and the council, the easy-go smiles almost erasing your fear and nervousness from the leading figures and himself, to the point he would even chat to relieve stress and throw some poor jokes. The good thing that he acted like this with any other person that worked as his secretaries.

A reachable leader, people's leader, treating everyone equally.

There's a key-word: almost.

The one that such usage of word is the High Ordinal, known to be Jarvan oldest friend and his most trustful man, Shieda Kayn. Young, direct on point, intelligent, eximious fighter, know everything that is happening on military matters. A just, rightful, hard-working man as beautiful as he is. No wonder that the good Emperor would have such man at his side.

There is fear is there but it's a healthy one. The fear you would have while at front of a caged panther. A beautiful caged panther that made your heart skip some beats as the few times that gold gaze looked to you. And the many times you could you gazed at his figure, wondering what have under the tight uniform.

However it changed on the course of the past of years. The news of the one of the Ordinal's squads being attacked and decimated by pirates, almost killing the High Ordinal in the process, because of an artefact found in an outer and far away planet. It brought an amount of stress and fear over you and on the working officers in the palace. It changed when Kayn himself appeared, a new weapon strapped on his back, the effects of the almost death being shown from the dark circles under his eyes and the apparent tenseness on his otherwise pristine posture. He may be named as the ultimate weapon with an intelligent mind however he's made of flesh and bones and susceptible to be affected by events. He is still human, and it makes your fear of him diminishes a little. Your concern over him grows more with the sudden want to take care of him.

In the same moment you thought you could fear less and admire more you realize how cranky the ordinal has become. As also the major changes on his figure, the skin of the left side of his face gained golden lines and his own arm changed to a complete golden cover over the missions he performed. Once you later realized that the golden substance on him is Ora and it's doing that on him. His veiled words started to get direct, not that friendly advice but more like a direct approach. Sometimes you would overhear conversations, your attention diffusing from your work, making you more and more annoyed at his almost disrespectful words towards the Emperor. And more than ever you wondered what in the hell truly happened to the Ordinal.

Things got downward worse when the ever presence of the Emperor wasn't there most of the days, the cause of his sudden illness unknown. Each day his disease aggravating to the point the man didn't resist anymore and let the veil of death gall upon. You and your fellow colleagues felt silent and depressive without the imposing and yet happy presence of Emperor Jarvan.