The characters of: Fox Keegan, Dustin Bridian, Regin Faolan, Tess, Luna, Molly, Adonis Gannon, Leandra Ancasta, Xaphan, Orobas, Astaroth, and the entire kingdom of Ainessa are copyrighted by Tracy Butler. All other characters and events are copyrighted by me (Joshua Barker). Any use of either Tracy’s characters, or my characters and events is strictly prohibited (I sound like a movie) unless proper authorization has been given by the respective copyright holder (Tracy for her characters and me for mine). Now, as for the story all ideas were concocted while looking through Tracy’s Yerf.com gallery (You should take a look, it’s good) and the characters no doubt differ in several aspects from Tracy’s vision, especially Orobas. If you want to contact me and give CONSTRUCTIVE criticism them all for that, my e-mail is [email protected]. Now, the story...

“What do you mean it’s my fault?”
“Well, Why not? ”
“Because I didn’t do anything! You started all this.”
“Nah.”
Dustin lay back on the grasses of the hill and relaxed as Fox paced back and forth beside him. It was a warm spring day and both were in a small clearing in a forest.
“It was your idea to go out this morning. You knew that we had to go with Lord Faolan to the capital, and now we have a mob after us that want us dead, and to top it all off, you get us lost in the forest! Regin's going to kill us!”
“Nah. Just you. After all, you started it.” Dustin said calmly with a wry smile.
“Ahhhhhhhh!...”
“Just relax. I'm sure that I can get us out of your mess...”
But Dustin was cut off as the sound of arrows cutting through the air and hitting the earth came to his ears, the arrows had just ran shy of their mark and when the last one hit the ground a group of five people came out into the clearing with bows in their hands and swords at their sides.
“Ahh, crap! Run.” Fox shouted as he dashed for the safety of the forest.
It didn't take long for the words to get Dustin into motion. They ran up the rest of the hill and across the clearing. Between the pounding of their boots on the ground they could hear angry shouts and the odd twang of a bow as their pursuers tried to catch up. They plunged into the forest with bushes being trampled and twigs snapping as they entered. The mob behind shouting louder as they stepped into the trees. Dustin looked back for a moment and realized they were losing their pursuers quickly and a small smile crept back onto his face as he thought about what happened back at the pub, and how he had been caught. They continued on running until they could no longer hear the sounds of pursuit, being either far behind or drowned in the pulse of their own heart. They sat down against the trees panting for breath, ears alert for whatever pursuit may still be in progress, but they heard nothing except the silence created by thrashing through the forest.
It was some minutes later before either had the breath for talking and Dustin looked up from the ground to Fox, as though to say something, but the sour look upon Fox’s face told him to keep his mouth shut. He was in one of his sullen moods again and probably brooding about what was going to happen to them, either here or at the castle. Looking at Fox, Dustin thought back to the many times over the past year he had told Fox that he should stop being so serious, to just lighten up, and open up. That life was just a game. Obviously his advice was not taken. Yet perhaps it was for the best. Fox’s seriousness and sense of responsibility had often gotten him out of trouble. Especially with Lord Faolan. The Lord never really seemed to like Dustin much. They were always at odds. Which now that he thought of it, was why Dustin never understood how he wound up working for the noble in the first place. Dustin had heard that Lord Regin Faolan was looking for an aide, despite having his own army, of which any soldier could take the job. He decided to find out if he could get the job nevertheless. After all, he was 19, had swordsmanship training, and even some formal education, but hope was still distant, like the clouds that one could see, but never truly touch. Dustin's secret dream had been one of adventure, of danger, of a mercenary, but the captains always told him that he wasn’t trained well enough. So he went to the castle, hoping beyond hope that perhaps in this job he might get what he desired, and he has yet to this day to be disappointed. So he knocked on the door and to his utter surprise he was let it, but then, Faolan had always been known as a Lord of the people. He was given the chance to talk to some people and eventually found himself alone in the castle kitchen, which is where he first met Faolan. Dustin’s first impression on the Lord was hardly what could be called a good one. He had been leaning in a chair, with his feet up on the table when Lord Regin Faolan and Fox had come down the stairs. Lord Faolan took one look and immediately a scowl crossed his face, and a sharp order to put his feet down followed. Dustin was given his chance to speak to the Lord and that didn’t go much better. Dustin’s carefree, happy go lucky attitude was wasted on the noble who seemed to frown every time that Dustin spoke (which may not have changed much over the past year). After about 5 minutes Regin was called away from the kitchen by one of his captains, and Fox was left alone with Dustin who was quite confused about what he should do now. So, he did what he always does… he talked. Dustin began a fair conversation with Fox… well… about as good as one you can get with someone so closed off, but after some prying Fox began to talk. Whether out of frustration, annoyance, or friendship no one ever knew. It was about ten minutes later that Regin reappeared and at the sight of Dustin the scowl returned (which to Dustin has become his natural face). However, Faolan stood there and in a gruff tone asked if Dustin had all of his personal belongings with him. Dustin answered “yes” and Faolan told him that his room was next to Fox’s. Then, he left the room leaving all, but an old nurse who stood with an all-knowing smile, a little dumbfounded. It took a good whack from that former nurse to snap him out of it.
Suddenly, Dustin’s head snapped up and out of the misty past. Had he just heard that snap? Or was it just vivid remembrance of the nurse’s fury. Dustin stood up and looked over at Fox who was also standing and peering into the thick underbrush. No it must not have been his imagination. Unless Fox had learned to read minds. Dustin began to turn around and as he did so a large burly arm, very unlike those of maidens, but much like those that belong to the bouncers of certain pubs, grabbed his collar. He followed the arm to a face that wore a rather twisted and distorted mask of rage and he silently swore. Perhaps he shouldn't have swayed and accepted her after all. The large man stepped forward and lifted Dustin off the ground, which was no small feat as Dustin stood six feet, but that was his mistake. Fox kicked his knees from behind causing the front heavy man to let go of the extra weight, and fall, while wondering how the little man had moved so quickly. Dustin quickly scrambled out of the way of the falling oak while Fox reached out to help, rather roughly, haul Dustin to his feet. They took off again with Dustin giggling like a schoolboy, and the streams of sunlight that pierced the canopy becoming a solid blur. Fox stole a look at his companion between dodging trees, and silently damned him for enjoying their problems so much. How in the name of all the gods could anyone be enjoying this? The two flitted between trees and tore through bushes until they felt they would die of exhaustion and burst their lungs. Yet even then they continued on and did not seem to slow. Running became unconscious as though like breathing. Never noticing one is doing so, but doing it nonetheless. It was not until they saw the edge of the forest ahead that they even slowed. Beyond the trees they could see fields of grass with cows set out to graze. They could see safety and civilization. They continued at a brisk jog towards the edge of the trees. And perhaps from exhaustion or being too focused on getting out, neither seemed to notice the four foot drop that declared the end of the trees and the beginning of the road. So one by one they stepped onto thin air that could not support their weight, and came tumbling down in a flurry of limbs to the packed dirt road that was none too forgiving. When the dust had cleared, both lay on their back too tired to move. They simply lay there, sprawled across the road gulping for air, letting a gentle southern breeze cool the burning sweat upon their skin. It was some time before anyone moved, but in time Dustin stood up with a smile and began to dust himself off to no avail.
Dustin wore two shirts, one long white collared that came just short of the vest with the collar left open, and another beige cotton long sleeve overtop. He also wore a long black vest left an inch or two open that came a couple of inches above his knees. It was tied in a cross fashion from the waist up. He also had gold and black bracers, brown pants and brown leather boots with the top folded down, and as any swordsman (however bad) he had a sword strapped to his belt. Dustin was the better looking of the two. He was now twenty and looked his age with smooth good looks and a strong body that was a necessity in keeping up with the Lord.
Soon after Fox likewise stood up. Fox wore clothes rather similar to Dustin's. The only differences being that the vest was green and the pants were black. Fox like his counterpart had kept up his strength, but he was slightly shorter and had many more lines on his face from frowns and brooding.
Dustin ruffled his short light brown hair while wearing a triumphant boyish grin.
“You know, I told you I'd get us out of this. It's a good thing that I could lead us here.” Dustin heartily spoke with more than just an air of self-conceit.
“What? You had no idea where you were going! This was nothing but pure, dumb luck!” Fox spoke just below outright shouting. He advanced on Dustin and began poking an accusing finger into Dustin's shoulder causing him to stagger backward each time.
“Now because of you were going to be late and Lord Faolan will probably lock us up for the rest of our lives. Honestly, sometimes you just...” Fox gave Dustin a push which was one too many and Dustin caught his heel on a rock sending him sprawling to the ground. He hit with a thud and when he had taken a moment to gain his bearings turned a wide-eyed hurt expression towards Fox. He began to pick himself up off the ground and spoke as he did so in a soft subdued voice perhaps realizing that he had truly made Fox angry.
“I'm... I'm sorry. I never wanted you to get into trouble. I think... I think perhaps I should go. All I ever seem to do is get you in trouble.” Dustin turned to go, hanging his head with shame, but Fox laid a hand on his shoulder and spoke, his voice void of it's former vehemence and possibly harbouring a new hint of guilt.
“Forget what I said, alright? I want you to stay.”
“Alright.” Dustin replied once again showing that ever-present smile. It was then that they noticed the cart coming down the road towards them. Kicking up dust from the fair pace that the two horses kept up. When the driver came closer they waved their arms and he pulled on the reigns to come to a stop. They looked up to the face of the person and stood shocked from the pure luck that they had.
“John?” Dustin said as the old bearded stableman gave a half toothless grin.
“Well now sirs. You be quite a ways from the castle now. The Lord ain't gonna like that. What might you be up to down here?” Fox then stepped in and sounding slightly frantic, all of which he felt, simply said that they must get back to the castle fast.
“Well now, I ought to be of help. Ya'll lucky that I came round from my delivery or you'd be walkin'. Alright then step in and hold on.” Both aides did just that and with a quick slap of the reigns the old man got the horses into a swift trot. They were on their way and leaving the place where they fell far behind, when five men came jumping down from the forest, and at that Dustin began to laugh hysterically while Fox wondered just what Dustin did to get those men so angry to pursue them so far.
The ride was far faster than they had hoped and in twenty or so minutes they reached the town that stretched out before the castle of Lord Regin Faolan. They slowed down as they entered the town and John began shouting to passer-by’s as they went, who returned the friendly greeting. Both passengers were rather astounded as to the sheer number of people that the old man knew, and wondered if that had any bearing on how he had gotten his job because the old man was never particularly good at it. However, their curiosity was soon forgotten as the turrets of the castle loomed ahead, and the dread of having to face an irate Faolan drew nearer. Even Dustin's cheerful nature was dampened at the prospect of such a thing.
Faolan castle had been in Regin's family for generations and it seemed as though it would be for many more despite the fact that Regin had yet to wed or have children. Lord Faolan was one of the richest and most respected of all the Lords. He had the admiration and love of the people of the kingdom of Ainessa, but truly none could rival the queen for the hearts of the people. The only flaw there was in his reputation was the ongoing feud of Faolan versus Gannon. Both families had money, power and the deepest of hatreds for the other. The feud had been going on for generations and indeed it has been said that a hatred for the other is present at birth. It had never come to open war because the queen would never allow such a thing and the first to begin it would most assuredly be the last.
The cart pulled into the courtyard and stopped long enough for each passenger to get off, and they did so slowly regretting each step. Dustin's smile had all, but disappeared now, and he kept complaining that he felt he was going to be sick. They stepped up the ten or so stairs while each step seemed to become heavier, and every passing moment dragging out to the fullest. Fox grabbed the handle to the large wooden doors and with a sigh yanked it open. He nearly fell backward from shock, Dustin managing to push him forward before he went back down the stairs. There stood Molly the former nurse of Lord Faolan and by the look upon her face she was none too happy. She stood with her hands on her hips glaring at the two men as though she had been waiting for them, and Dustin scratched his head from old remembered wounds.
“You're late.” She said. Her voice as cold and unemotional as ice.
“You'd better get inside, and if there are any gods still out there, may they have mercy on your souls.” Just as Molly finished her sentence they could hear the sounds of heavy footsteps coming towards them with amazing speed, and Fox looked down the long hallway and up the several steps at the end that split to go either left or right. Then Regin appeared wheeling around the corner in pure rage his red cape flowing behind him. He came towards them while his steps echoed among the walls despite the red carpet that followed along the halls. At that moment Fox had to fight an incredible urge to simply slam the door and run, but even as he thought this, Faolan bellowed at them.
“Where have you been? You were due here two hours ago! Now I'm going to be late to a council meeting with the Queen. The Queen you hear me. This is not something that you come late to! Well, where's my answer?”
It was Dustin that spoke first, stammering as he went and visibly sweating.
“Uh… well Sir… you see…” Dustin never got to finish his sentence before he was cut off by Fox.
“Well, you see Sir it was my fault. I asked Dustin to go to a pub on the outskirts of town, and I got us into some trouble there. That’s why we’re late Sir.” Fox fumbled out with great effort to keep his voice steady. At this response, Regin cocked one eyebrow up and his anger visibly ebbed before he spoke.
“Well, that certainly explains why your horses came back without you, but I would have expected better behaviour from you Fox. I thought that I had taught you something over the years, but I guess not. Now get ready, you have five minutes.” Regin took a moment to stare at Dustin as though looking for the truth then left through the open door, slamming it behind him, and as the echo died off Molly began.
“Covering for Dustin again Fox? Honestly, you are too good to this rascal. You got off lucky this time. Fortunately he didn’t have the time to deal with this. Now get in that room.” She pointed to a door way just inside and to the left. All three of them walked in and the floor changed from carpet to stone. With tables and chairs spread throughout. On one such table were two bowls of hot water, washcloths, soap, and a clean set of clothes Faolan had them wear.
“Well, I didn’t think that there would be much time so you’ll have to change and wash in here. I guess I’ll just have to clean up the mess behind you.” Molly retorted with a sigh. Both Dustin and Fox looked at one another and blushed a little while looking at the ground.
“Oh honestly, you’re grown men now. Don’t tell me that being naked around a woman should bother you. Anyways, I'm going to be sitting in that chair with my back turned, because then you might not goof around. Besides, I’m old enough to have seen it all so you can’t shock me. Now snap to it.” Molly moved to one of the chairs turning it to face away from the men, sat down, and gave a little snap of her fingers. Dustin simply shrugged, while Fox went beet red, but both did what they were told and stripped down. They took the cloths and began to wash while Molly kept telling them to hurry up.
They were to put on the uniform that Regin provided for them. Something suiting to that of an aide to a Lord. It was a long white linen shirt identical to a nightgown coming down to ankle length, black and gold bracers, a long black velvet sleeveless gown overtop and just as long as the shirt with two slits up the front and back that came to the waist, with a gold pattern trim, turtleneck, and gold pattern line from the waist to the bottom of the neck. It also had leather pauldrons with leather strips and a red cape with one circular slip clasp at the front.
Once they had donned on their clothing Molly got up and stood back to look at her handiwork and smiled shaking her head.
“Dustin honestly, you call that clean.” Molly whisked over to the cloth and picking it up began to scrub away the bits of dirt that were missed. She finished and backed up, nodding her head in approval.
“You boys are lost without me. Now come on, you need to be on your way, but don’t think that this work comes free.” With that she threw open her arms and ordered Dustin to come forward who teasingly said “yes mother” as he obeyed, but he was not too far off from the truth. She had become like a second mother to him and a first to Fox who had lost his at a young age. Dustin hugged her and kissed her on the cheek then made his way out of the room as she turned to Fox to announce his turn. They hugged, and he turned to leave, but as he did so Molly took hold of his shoulders and turned him to face her.
“Now you take good care of that woman in the city.” She scolded him. Fox looked flabbergasted and Molly spoke again as if in answer to his unasked questions.
“I’m a woman and a mother Fox. I know.” And with a wink she pushed him out the door.
They both entered the courtyard where Faolan and only four mounted soldiers were already waiting, Regin not being a man to worry about getting his hands dirty or that any would have the audacity to attack did not bother with more. Their own horses were ready to go with the pack of their personal items expertly fastened. The ride was not truly that long, taking only a half day if they were to ride hard, which would definitely be the case for this journey.
“Mount up. We'll have to get moving and ride hard. I think that you two can handle this.” Regin spoke with more than just a little contempt in his voice. The two quietly did as they were told, and the entourage began to move out. Fox sat upon the saddle as they made their way through and out of the town. Regin smiling, waving, and handing out coins as people bowed. Fox looked out over Regin's shoulder at Dustin, who sat riding quietly, and realized that this was going to be an uncomfortably quiet ride. He was not to be proven wrong either. As soon as they left the streets of the town Regin had them pick up the pace considerably, and Fox looked about at the all to familiar terrain wondering just how many times he had taken this path. Too many to count, he would go to the city if a council was ever called or if he had a day or two off. Dustin coming along as usual. The boy, sometimes man, could be very persistent, never giving a moment alone.
The group rode along the dirt road past forests, fields, houses, and eventually past the old weather-stained temple. After Fox's parents had been killed by Gannon's armies and Faolan had taken him in as a page, he would often go there to be alone. The small temple was now nothing more than forgotten floors and half crumbled walls, tucked amongst the trees of a forest, but it once had been a building of magnificent white marble. That according to the people, had softly glowed with the power of the gods. Of course, now all the gods were dead, being slain in the war of the second age. It had been the first Great War, the war in which the gods themselves had fought to protect the world from the Queen of Darkness, Asimi, and those that she persuaded to her cause. It is said that the gods of good gave up their lives to destroy those of evil, and with their deaths, went many of the legendary creatures, clerics, and magic itself. There are of course rumours of great mages still within the boundaries of this world, but if they exist, none have lived to speak of it. The war had taken place 300 years ago in the very heavens themselves and with its end was marked the end of the second age.
However, that old temple perhaps still held the memories of those ancient powers, because upon entering the old ruins Fox could always feel at home, at peace, like a child in the arms of a loving parent. So it had become that the temple held a special place in his heart.
Fox smiled inside, remembering the many times that he had fallen asleep beside the old altar. He had been late to get to work several times because of this, but Regin had never said a word to anyone. He had never begrudged Fox of this one thing and Fox was grateful for that. The rest of the ride, although silent, seemed a bit more cheerful now, wrapped in the memory of that old stained marble.

Grenok, city of white, capital of Ainessa. The largest city in the kingdom, home to some 30,000 people. The buildings and walls had been built of seamless white rock during the glory and peace of the second age. And 500 years later, the city still stands untouched by time, a seeming white pearl surrounded by a sea of golden wheat and emerald greens. It's massive walls keeping out the wilds, and nestling the buildings against the mountains. The city itself, garnished with plants and flowers, was set within a cleft in the rock. While a waterfall fell down in the city, to the right, flowing down from the heavens to split the city in twain.
It was now an hour or two after mid-day and while the horses came up to the gate, panting with fatigue, Fox looked up to the roof and spires of the palace that stood above all else except the very mountains themselves. The gates were left open during the day and so they passed under the guarded arch. The city was in full thrust, with people, soldiers, dogs, and cats running about to reach some unknown destination. Lord Faolan, as always, was putting on his best face for the public. Smiling and waving as they trotted down the grey cobble streets. Dustin again had donned his ever famous smile, and flirted with the young women who chanced to pass by, but this only lasted a moment until Regin told him to be mindful of who he rode with. The group continued along the crowded main road that lead past the colourful merchant stalls to the back of the city where the palace held its position. They Passed over the gently flowing river that seperated the peasentry and merchant stalls from the more well-to-do. The houses became bigger and more grand with statues and gardens, ivy and stone, until they wound the left bend in the road that began to slope upward leaving the rest of the city behind, for the palace was slightly elevated and set back from all the rest.
The grey cobble suddenly gave way to the oval courtyard, a vibrant brick mural of a long lost goddess. Fox looked at the palace that he had seen many times, but despite the frequency, its size and beauty never ceased to amaze him. Crafted from magic long ago, the white stone building seemed to carress the courtyard and take its shape upon itself. For the front of the castle, with a spire on either side, was flat and curved so that the court fit within, as two pieces of a puzzle. To the left, from the corner of the palace to that of the servant's quarters was an archway that connected the servants quarters with the rest, and again these quarters took on that circular flat front shape. The group rode up to the white steps that jutt out upon the brick and dismounted while Faolan ordered his four guards to take the horses to the stables. Doing as they were told they took the reigns and left, following the stone path under that archway. Just as the soldiers dissapeared from sight, the giant, half oval doors of the palace parted. Letting out an old man wearing the royal blue robes of the queen. The man quickly came forward and down the stairs to bow and introduce himself as one of the queen's servants while his sharp clever eyes darted from person to person.
“Welcome my Lord. I am afraid that the meeting has already begun, but you're attendance is still desired. I have been sent from the queen to take you straight to the council. So, if you wish, I will lead the way.” Bowing once again, the man turned, obviously expecting to be followed, as the will of the queen lay with him. He began to rapidly climb the stairs, his speed defying his age, while his followers were simply left to catch up. Regin's mouth gaped a bit at what was total indifference to his position and he wondered just who this man thought he was, but his thoughts were cut off as he realized that the servant was in fact leaving them where they stood, as the old man slipped inside the doors. With that, Regin himself took off in order to catch up while Dustin and Fox scrambled after their Lord. All three stepped through the doorway that was easily five times the height of any man, and into a large, high ceiling room held up by four white pillars. The old servant was standing in the middle of the black, polished, obsidian floor, beside an enormous statue depicting that same goddess as in the courtyard, the goddess of peace and love, dancing with silk scarfs to some unheard tune. The servant beckoned for them to follow once again and began to walk towards a door on their right, but this time Faolan was ready for this and quickly started off after him, his footsteps echoeing through the room. Once through this new door the scene changed from the contrast of white and black to hallways of an endless soft blue carpet, and white walls strung with tapestries depicting ancient kings and famous tales. They caught up to their leader and followed from hallway to hallway making enough twists and turns to make Dustin believe they were going in circles, but the servant assured him they were not. He said he had lived here many years and knew where he was going, but he also said that the palace had been enchanted long ago so that one would always, eventually, reach their destination despite the length and turns of the hallways, and just as he finished his sentence he stopped in front of a pair of double doors as though the house itself had heard his tale and granted it to be true.
“The council is through these doors Sir.” He said while bowing once again. Regin reached out his hand for the handle and as he did so the servant quickly spoke up once again.
“My Lord I'm afraid that you cannot enter yet. The queen's edict still stands that none may enter into this council while armed. So good Sirs, I must ask you to give up you're swords and knives. They shall be taken to the captain of the royal guards where they will be safe.”
This had been a custom of the council since before Regin was born, but he still scowled at the thought of being unarmed around Gannon who lay just through those doors. However, the queen was not to be disobeyed. All three gave up their weapons willingly, but relunctantly. Regin muttering something about having the captains head if something were to happen to his sword.
Once again, Regin took hold of the handle and with a sigh, opened the door. Light flooded out to the hall from the sunlit room, and Regin glanced about. Everyone was in attendance, sitting in chairs around the long oval table with the queen at the head and her ever present advisor and general standing behind. The south wall was complete glass and gave an incredible view of the city, but to Regin's eyes that beauty was marred by the smug, pleased look on Gannon's smooth face. Gannon's tall, powerfully built body was relaxing back into the chair while Regin simply glared at the man. After a few seconds Regin bowed to the queen and spoke up.
“My humblest apologies my Queen for being late to such an important meeting.”
“This is the first time you have ever been late Lord Faolan and in presence of your distiguished record of service it is more than excuseable. Please, take your seat and we will quickly fill you in on what we have been discussing.” As the queen spoke her face remained carefully neutral from years of practice in courts and councils and she motioned towards Faolan's chair.
Faolan, with as much an air of confidence as he could muster, strode forward. Taking the empty seat at the table while Dustin and Fox bowed to the queen and turned to leave, but their retreat was cut short by the queen herself who spoke perhaps just a little too friendly. Which piqued Regin's suspicious nature as to wonder what was going on .
“Please, gentlemen, you are welcome to join us if you wish. There is a bench against the wall and although you may only speak through your Lord, perhaps you will learn something of Ainessa.”
Dustin and Fox bowed and flushed from embarressment as all eyes on the room seemed to lock on and pierce them. They had been wishing to quietly step out as they had done before, but it would seem that the queen, Leandra Ancasta had other ideas. Some Lords sat with their mouths slightly agape while others looked a bit annoyed, but none had the guts to challenge her. Regin had a small smile on his face, perhaps feeling a bit of pride, as this was the first time anyone other than a Lord had been permitted to actually attend a council instead of being represented, and it was his boys that were invited. Of course, to refuse would be an insult. So, after a moment of shock and embarressment Fox looked at Dustin who spoke in a quiet subdeud tone while trying to look up, but at the same time not wishing to meet the queen's confident, sparkling blue eyes.
“It is an honour to be given this opportunity. I accept and thank you for such a generous offer.”
At this response the queen gently smiled and nodded in Regin's direction as if to say, you have taught him well. Dustin took this as a signal and plucking at Fox's sleeve went over to the bench where they both sat down faces still burning. Once they were settled the queen took charge and launched into action, taking complete control and giving to Faolan a brief account of what happened before his arrival.
Many things were discussed in that room, including trade, distribution of troops, and the welfare of the people, in which Leandra took special interest. One of the topics was the emergence of a new cult claiming to serve the one true God. However, recently that cult had become violent having its members attack store houses, homes, and once, even a military outpost, which according to the soldiers defending had been a hard battle because the attackers had been oddly well trained. In the end it was decided that something must be done and that the queen would send out a portion of her army from the city to find them and bring them to justice one way or another.
It had now been four hours since Fox and Dustin had entered into the room and Dustin's stomach growled. He hadn't had time for lunch and it was nearing dinner time, but people were still debating, or in the Gannon and Faolan case, pationately arguing. Dustin turned pleading hungry eyes towards Fox, which made a pitiful sight, and Fox inwardly sighed and outwardly gave a small shrug. Both were tired and ultimately bored, having been sitting and listening for four hours. Some minutes later Fox looked over at Dustin with a quizzical look on his face because it seemed that Dustin's head was bobbing. He got his answer however, as Dustin snapped his head up from whatever dream he may have been having, and looked about the room to see if any had noticed his quick snooze. He was not so lucky though, because when he looked at the queen he saw her staring back at him with a smile upon her face and he flushed with embarressment. Leandra looked down the table at the others and smiled to herself. This was the excuse she needed to get out of this dreadful political meeting. After all, she had never been one for the political games that as queen she must play. She would much prefer to be free and to be having adventure. Once the Lords noticed they were being watched so intently, they fell silent, one by one, and when there was complete silence, the queen spoke.
“It is near dinner time now and I think that we should take a break to gather our strength and stretch.” She then turned to Dustin for a moment and the smile once again returned as though she found him amusing.
“It is going to be a long night. Return in one hour and we may continue.” With that she stood up, all others following suit in respect, and made her way out of the room stepping with an effortless grace, her general, following close behind and both moving in the opposite direction from where Fox had come in. Once the queen left the room Gannon spoke up with that smug look returning and his blue robes flowing about him.
“Do try to be on time Lord Faolan. That means one hour, no more... I'm sure that this will dissapoint the maids, but I would hate to have to go to the pantry to get you.” At this comment several of the other nobles laughed and Faolan went red with rage. Regin hated to be reminded of his wild past.
He had been Dustin's and Fox's age, living at the palace, and had been as carefree and daring as any, simply doing what he wished. However, this specific reference from Gannon was of the fact that he had been known to be a bit permiscuous and sweep maids from off their feet. At one point, he had literally been caught with his pants down in the pantry with one of these maids. Those years, while fun, Regin considered to be fruitless, immature, and irresponsible, and any such reference was sure to awaken his anger. He was not given his chance for a counter against Gannon though. For the Lord slipped out of the room before giving Regin any chance for satisfaction of a rebuttal.
Dustin and Fox stood up now, being free of their commitment, and stretched their stiff muscles. They walked forward towards Regin to discover if they were needed for anything, but as they did so, a strong arm gripped Dustin's shoulder commanding him to stop. Dustin turned around to see who it was, while Fox, oblivious to what had happened, continued on. Dustin came to face a gruff looking man, who looked as though he had seen many hardships and battles. The man was recognized as the queen's general who had somehow slipped back into the room unnoticed.
“The queen would like to speak to you personally. So, if you would follow me I will take you to her.” He spoke with a tone of complete indifference to what Dustin may have wanted or thought. Dustin took a moment to register this, but when it finally clued in, he smiled. The two moved to the door the queen had taken (Dustin's walk a little more cocky than usual) and entered into a hallway where Leandra stood with natural grace and confidence, her long golden curly hair and purple dress flowing about her. She turned at the sound of their footsteps ,a gentle smile gracing the soft beauty of her face. She was trying to relieve whatever tension Dustin may have been feeling, which did nothing to help his massive ego.
“Thank you for bringing Dustin to me Algus. I am sure that you have duties that you must attend to.” Leandra said, once again wearing that careful mask.
“Of course my Lady.” Algus bowed and left down the hall taking the first turn he came to, and once he was out of sight Leandra turned to Dustin and seemed to relax. She walked over to him and slipped her arm inside his. Then, taking the lead, began to casually walk down the hall. This made Dustin extremely tense and he seemed to move as though he were made of stone, but Leandra sensed this and placed her other hand on his to try to relax him. At her touch Dustin jumped a bit, but he noticed the feel of her hand. It was not the hand of a pampered queen, but the calloused hand of a swordsman and he also now, took new notice of her grip on his arm. It was one of strength. Dustin thought about the rumour he heard, that the queen was taking sword lessons from Algus, and he thought that it must be true. Dustin would have continued with his thoughts, but he was cut short as Leandra spoke in a soft, friendly voice to attempt to get him to open up. So, as they walked throughout the halls, arm in arm, a conversation developed. It began mostly as small talk, the weather, what they had done recently, but Dustin slowly began to open up gaining confidence as they went, and in time the subject switched to one of himself and of his many grand adventures. They talked about him for a minute or two before Leandra stopped them in front of two large doors where she opened one and stepped inside, pulling Dustin along with her. They stepped into the room and Dustin looked a bit apprehensive. The room was different from all of the others because instead of being the white stone the room was the traditional grey blocks. There was a large deep red rug covering much of the large room, with a couple dressers, a mirror, chairs, large deep purple curtains over the window on one side and at the back a queen size purple canopy bed. At the notice of that bed Dustin froze, and Leandra laughed softly and motioned for him to sit in a chair directly opposite of the one she sat in. Dustin sat down as the queen spoke to him of casual subjects, even divulging her age as 28 to which Dustin thought was too old, but she was obviously comfortable here with him. Once again Dustin's honest trusting nature came through and he relaxed which is when the queen changed the subject.
“You've been very busy Dustin. A lot to do for a Lord of Ainessa I guess. Speaking of which, how is Regin? Keeping out of trouble I hope?” She spoke casually perhaps belying what she truly felt, but Dustin never caught on and answered her questions fully and to the best of his knowledge.
“I hope he hasn't been fighting with Gannon again. Do you know if he's been behaving himself?”
“Mostly, however, there was this one time that he had someone get into Lord Gannon's cellar and bust up his wine barrels in the middle of the night. He was awfully cheerful that day, but please your highness don't mention to Lord Faolan that I said this, he would be quite angry with me.”
“I wouldn't dream of getting you in trouble.” The queen replied with a sly smile. A moment later there was a knock at the door. The queen called for them to enter, and in stepped Algus, bearing letters. He bowed and in his deep voice said that there had been some more developments with the cult. At this, the queen turned to Dustin with a smile.
“It would seem that duty calls once again Mr. Bridian and I am forced to cut our conversation short. I enjoyed your company, I hope that we may do this once again sometime. You are so full of interesting stories and information. Also, you need not worry about coming to the rest of the meeting. You are released from your word.”
Dustin beamed with pride from her words and bowed.
“Thank you for allowing me to speak with you your majesty.” So, the conversation done, Dustin turned to leave, but just before he left the room Algus called out to him to say that his friend had been looking for him and that a servant awaits him just outside the door to take him to Fox. Dustin then left the room and closed the door, and after a moment or two, when Leandra was sure that he was gone. She slumped into her chair, sighed, and then laughed, while Algus came and sat down, his face softening.
“Did you get any useful information from him your highness?”
The queen laughed cheerfully at this and shook her head.
“I suppose I did... In between his personal schedule and outrages stories... but oh they were interesting stories, even if far fetched, they made me feel like a caged bird though, like I'm being choked. I'm tired of being treated like a glass ornament... I'm glad that you're here Algus. You're a true friend, and the only one that doesn't seem to be afraid that I'll break.” Algus smiled faintly out of pity. Or perhaps something else. He leaned forward, took her hands in his, and looked into her eyes, speaking with kindness and care that was obvious in his voice.
“It is not easy my queen, to be a leader, but the people need you. Like it or not, you are their rock, and as such you must be strong for them, but remember that I shall always be here at your side should you ever need me.”

Dustin followed the servant through the door and back into the room where the council was being held. It was empty now, except for Fox. Who stood looking through the window at the city below. Dustin strode up to him and took a place at his side as Fox spoke.
“Interesting that the queen would want to speak to you.”
“What’s so strange about that? I mean honestly, who wouldn’t?” Dustin spoke with a smug look and a slight shrug of his shoulders.
“So, what did she speak to you about?” Fox’s voice was calm and controlled with a hint of sarcasm like he knew something that Dustin did not.
“Well, not that it’s any of your business, but we talked about me and what I had been doing, and we talked about Faolan a bit.” Dustin’s reply held a bit of a high-strung tone.
“Interesting.” Was all Fox said, but that single word had a sense behind it as though Fox were laughing at Dustin.
“What?”
Fox quickly changed the subject.
“I'm going to get something to eat, I’m starving.”
“Well then, why don’t we go to town? The queen said that we didn’t have to come back to the council, and I know of a great little Inn that serves the best spiced potatoes around.” At the mention of Inn Fox’s eyes narrowed a bit, in remembrance of unpleasant recent events.
“I’ll be good.” Dustin quickly interjected with a grin.
“I don’t know. Somehow I just don’t trust you.”
“Bah, there’s nothing to fear. It’s only dinner, and I promise that I won’t let you get into trouble. Come on. Pleeease?”
With a sigh Fox gave in. They left the room and after some searching found the captain of the guard and retrieved their weapons. Once that was done they made their way out of the palace and back into the court. It was still light out, and would be for another hour or two. They decided to leave their horses behind, and walk the distance to the Inn that was near the entrance gate. Their path would take them straight down the main road, which had been appropriately named, merchant’s lane, because of the merchant stalls and stores that littered the side of the streets. Once they crossed the river, the stalls and people began with their bright flashy colours and loud merchants encouraging patrons to stop by for a moment. Unfotuneately, to Fox's bain and Dustin's delight, their expensive clothes made them prime targets for sellers. They would be constantly stopped by one merchant or another claiming to have a miracle cure or the best wares in town. To Fox this attention was nothing more than an annoyance and he told more than one seller to leave him alone. Which was fine by them, because Dustin enjoyed the doting and listened to every word that the men and women had to say. When they were near halfway there they came near the stall of a smith who began whispering to his comrade just loud enough for Dustin to hear.
“Do you think they can handle it? They seem like capable swordsman, but these ones aren't just for anyone. It takes someone rather special to be able use these.”
“I don't think so. They couldn't handle it.”
“No, you're wrong. Just look at how they walk and handle themselves. Naturals they are, I bet you they could.”
“...On second look they might be. Hmmm... Well I'll be. I think your right.”
“Course I am.”
The smith now began to speak dierctly towards Dustin and Fox showering them with praise.
“Good evening sirs. I was just speaking with my friend here.” His friend bowed generously at the introduction.
“You see we have some special swords here. The aren't for just anyone mind you, only the best could hope to handle these works of art, but you seem to us to have just what it takes. If you come over to the table there, we can show you what we're talkin' about. The best in Ainessa they are, and I would think that one would look just superb on that belt of yours.”
Dustin looked pleased at the words of the smith and proudly walked over to the open tent with its tables, while Fox sighed, and dragged himself behind. They reached the tables and the smith began relating rediculous stories about metals being unearthed from deep within volcanos and ancient swords found in ruins that were repaired by him. Dustin seemed to take an interest in one rediculously long weapon, picking it up and swinging it about which caused both the smith and Fox to jump back before they were chopped in half.
“Well, what do you think? It's not at all bad is it?” Dustin backed up a bit to get more room to swing which caused the end of the sword to reach out into the streets where people were walking. He took one swing, spinning around as he did so, causing the smith to shut his eyes in apprehension as the blade came ever closer to an unsuspecting victim. The poor woman had simply been walking, not expecting some crazed man to be wildly arching a blade, but luckily for her the blade had not been made longer for as the tip entered the street it caught a portion of her dress tearing it a new seam. The sound of ripping fabric and a scream caused Dustin to stop twirling and look straight ahead in wide eyed fear not wishing to turn around to survey the scene. So, it was up to Fox to fix what had happened. Fox and the smith ran out to the woman who was talking so fast that none could understand a word that was said. She had obviously not been hurt, but it would seem that the sword had it in for Dustin, choosing just the right type of person. The large woman was helped to her feet by the small crowd that had gathered around her and when she was up, she snapped. She went on a rampage bowling over a couple people that stood in her way like some enraged bull, and at the sight of her Fox couldn't help, but to think of that woman snorting steam out of her nose.
Dustin perhaps deserved what was coming his way, but Fox still launched into action running over to Dustin and taking the sword from his hands. He gave it to the smiths companion thanking him for their time and the two ran from the tent weaving through the people with that large bull screaming at them from top of her lungs. When the yelling had stopped and they could no longer see that woman, they leaned against the wall of a building, just beside an alley, to catch their breath.
“Well, that was interesting. Never had that happen before. It's a little unfortuneate though. That smith liked me, I could have gotten a great deal there.” Dustin seemed completely indifferent to what had just happened, except for the loss of his “deal”.
“Deal? Who cares about that. You nearly cut the legs off of that woman!”
“Ahh, the key to this is the word almost. She'll be fine, I'm more worried about the people she plowed over. Geez what a beast, I didn't know that they made them that big.”
Dustin chuckled to himself, while Fox closed his eyes perhaps praying that whatever god who may be out there simply strike him down now. And while this happened neither noticed a portion of the shadows move in the alley. In fact, it wasn't until the person spoke that either noticed them.
“My my, what do we have here?” Both men looked around to the sound of the voice, as the person walked into the light, and they stiffly became aware of themselves, and more than aware of her. She was a woman by all accounts, with a slender body and large breasts that were accentuated by her skimpy clothing. She wore a long purple skirt with a slit up the side that came to her waist. She only had a bikini top to cover her upper half, and she wore lots of jewlery like some sort of exotic fortune teller.
“Well, a couple of handsome young men.” She approached them slowly, trying to walk as sensually as possible out of the alley, while Dustin and Fox stepped out from off the wall. The woman approached Dustin from the side, while running a forefinger gently down his cheek and up his chin. Dustin now stood rather stiffly with a look of surprise and confusion, wondering what to do next, but that was covered for him.
“And what might your names be? Hmm?” She now stood directly in front them in a seductive pose. Fox gave his name while blushing and staring at the ground, but Dustin had now recovered from his initial shock and replied with confidence.
“Dustin. Mmm... I like that. My name is Luna, or I suppose it should be Lucky Luna tonight.” Luna then placed her hands on Dustin's waist and walked him back to the wall where she pressed her body in close and spoke in a soft whisper.
“After all, I'm lucky to have found someone so young and handsome as you are... Can I ask you a question? Are you lucky? Or rather... would you like to be?”
The last question was whispered into Dustin's ear, and in repsonse he smiled and cleared his throat. However, his answer was never spoken because their private conversation was interrupted by a cruel sounding voice.
“I wouldn't waste your time with that piss ant if I were you. Why not try a real man and forget the boy?” With that said, the person took hold of Luna's arm and forcefully pulled her towards him.
At the sound of this voice both Dustin and Fox looked up to see who would speak to them like that, but were not surprised at the face that stared back. The face was one cleanshaven, but harsh, like that of a man that has no heart, and the desciption ran true. Xaphan was a heartless man, the kind of person that took pleasure in pain and suffering, that controlled others using fear. He was one to be feared though, his skills with a sword and strength were impressive which is exactly why Gannon had chosen to recruit him as a personal aide.
“Who the hell are you calling boy? I'm twice the man that you'll ever be. So I suggest that you get lost before I have to hurt you.” Dustin took a step forward placing a hand on the hilt of his sword. While two other people showed up behind Xaphan. They were Astaroth and Orobas, the other two of Gannon's lackeys. It was odd seeing them together because they had never truly liked each other, but they all did have one thing in common, Gannon, and this was enough that they could tolerate the other. Xaphan looked back at his co-workers and snorted.
“Stay out this. The child is mine, and if he wants a fight, I'll give him one.”
Letting go of Luna Xaphan reached for his sword, but Fox spoke up to Dustin in a whisper before things got out of hand.
“Listen Dustin, you don't want to do this. You could maybe hold him off for a bit, but you could never beat him. Besides, he's crazy, he wouldn't even care if anyone else got hurt in your fight, and this is a public place. There are too many here. Let's just go.” Fox grabbed a hold of Dustin's shoulders and began steering him away from the trio, Dustin resisting a bit as they went. Eventually, Dustin gave in and both began to walk away while Xaphan hurled insults, some, more than a little personal. Fox gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes trying desperately to keep his anger in check as they went.
Eventually the insults stopped, and when they did, Dustin looked back to see Xaphan walking away with his arm around Luna and Astaroth trailing behind. He also saw to his surprise, Orobas, still standing where they had left him. He was looking back at Dustin, and when there eyes met, Dustin didn't see what he had expected. There was no hatred there, no animosity. Instead, he found sorrow, a seeming plea for forgiveness. Orobas then visibly sighed, while looking towards the ground, and turning, slowly walked away. Dustin then turned back to see that Fox had walked on ahead, and he quickly ran to catch up. Once in stride with Fox he looked over at his friend who now wore an obvious scowl, and with his own rage being drastically cooled from that strange encounter. Dustin attempted to alleviate the anger that seemed to bubble out of Fox.
“Don't worry Fox, they'll get theirs soon, but for now, we should just forget about it. Let it go. Come on, our dinner awaits, and it's my treat.” Fox didn't respond and simply kept on walking. While each step that he took brougt him more anger from his brooding seemed to lift Dustin back into his ever cheery spirit, and by the time that they had reached the inn Dustin was his normal self again, and talking quite happily, even if he didn't recieve any answers. They entered the common room of the inn and Dustin looked around. There were as always, tables and chairs about the room with a couple of windows to let in light. The place was full enough, but not packed, and people everywhere were drinking, smoking, or eating while talking.
“This place seems friendly enough.” Dustin cheerfully commented, but as he turned to Fox's sour face he frowned and spoke under his breath.
“Mostly anyway.” Dustin then looked about the room again for a place to sit, and spotted a young woman with long silver hair, her feet up on the table, sitting alone. So, with a conceited smile Dustin motioned for Fox to follow him. They walked over to the long square table and Dustin took a seat beside his wouldbe lover while Fox slumped down beside him, but the chair, to which all put their faith. Gave in to the pressure with a crack and a thud as Fox plummeted to the wooden floor. This sudden burst of noise caught the attention of most in the pub and all turned towards to the commotion. Dustin simply turned to Fox and sighed, slightly hanging his head, while Fox pushed aside the pieces and got another chair. A bar maid then rushed over while yelling at those who were watching to stop gawking and get back to what they were doing, and as the dull roar of voices began once again she apologized repeatedly. Eventually, after both Dustin and Fox had assured her several times that he was fine they were permitted to order. To which Dustin did with enthsiasm, even to go as far as to order the best ale the inn had to offer along with their food. Once that task had been completed, and the bar maid ran off to get their food and drink, Dustin moved on to matters of strategy and conquest while Fox sat in complete silence. During the commotion the silver haired person had not moved and so she sat with her legs still crossed on the table. She was wearing some sort of tight under a short skirt to which Dustin took full advantage. He sat a moment, admiring the muscular tone of her legs and eventually made his way up to her face. She was not paying any attention to him, but rather sat fiddling with a dagger in her hands. So, it would be up to Dustin to get her attention.
“Hi there, How's it going?” Dustin spoke in a friendly voice and flashed her a seductive smile. However, his reply was less than encouraging. She simply rolled her head to one side to speak and in a cold indifferent voice said.
“Get lost.”
At this repsponse Dustin was taken aback. The woman went back to minding her own business, and he was left looking surprised and stupid. The only thing he could think of to say in reply was less than creative.
“Uh... right... ok then.” However, he was saved from further embarressment by the arrival of their orders.
The meal was an awfully quiet and awkward one. With hostility all around Dustin wasn't able to speak, much to the surprise of the inn keeper. Who had to toss him out the last time he was there because he had gotten rather drunk and quite loud, but this visit to his establishment was civil, even if the man looked miserable. Eventually, the meal was finished however and Dustin, true to his word, paid for the meal and expensive ale while muttering under his breath about costs. They left the inn and stood a moment in the middle of the road, looking up at the sky. The sun was beginning to go down now, and the chill of the night air came creeping in. Fox's mood had improved dramatically over the course of the meal, and now the appearance of any anger or brooding had been washed away. In fact as Dustin took a moment to look at him he seemed too happy. In fact he smiled for a moment, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed that he was being watched. They then began to make their way down the road and back to the palace when Fox stopped them.
“I think that I'm just going to go for a walk alone around town for a bit. I'll meet you back at the castle.”
“Yeah sure. I'll see you later then.” Dustin spoke with a cheery and sincere tone, that belied his inner thoughts because even as he spoke he concluded that something was up, and that he would not be left out. So, he would have to follow Fox. Dustin then began walking back to the palace while Fox turned onto a side street, but once Fox had vanished around the corner Dustin doubled back. He stopped at the corner of a building and peered down the road. There weren't many people, just a couple of star struck lovers and a group of rowdy teens. So it was easy to spot fox walking by himself. The walk didn't last too long, and through out it Fox was hardly aware of Dustin flitting between the long shadows behind him.
To the wonder of Dustin Fox came to stand in front of a small pub to which he entered, while Dustin crept to a side window to watch. Once inside, Fox surveyed the room and laying eyes on a young bar maid he began to walk towards her. To Dustin she was pretty. Long light brown hair with a tinge of red, white shirt, long billowing skirt with an apron. She moved around the room as though she were living water, simply flowing between obsticles. She also spoke with many of the customers as though they were friends, and by the look in the eyes of the men, they adored her to no end. Probably would kill any that would dare to harm her. When Fox came near to her she turned around to face him and a look of pure joy crossed her face. She set down the mugs that she had been carrying and threw her arms around him.
“You're late.” She teased.
“ I was held up at the palace. We were asked to join in on the council meeting.”
“Oh were you? That's quite an honour. Your going to make Lord Faolan jealous.”
“He'll be fine. I don't think that I could ever hurt his ego.” Fox spoke this with an undertone of laughter while the woman disengaged herself from him. Taking up the mugs again in one hand, and Fox's in he other, she swiftly made her way over to the bar counter where a man stood waiting.
“Do you think I could...” She went to speak, but the man cut her off.
“I think we can handle it her without you now. Go on Cassie, have fun.”
Cassie leaned forward and kissed the man on the cheek from across the counter. She then stepped lightly to the side and through a pair of swinging doors into the Inn of the kitchen. Fox began to follow her, but was stopped by a low grumbling voice, chalk full of disapproval.
“You take care of her you here me? Trouble for her means trouble for you. Now get out of here, she’s waiting.”
“Uh… Yes sir.” Fox spoke while backing up and started when he hit the doors, and after a quick bow to the man Fox quickly slipped into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Fox looked around for signs of Cassie, but found none. Instead he saw two women cooking up the patrons food. Both smiled when he entered and at noticing his slight confusion one of the spoke up.
“She’s out back.” The woman pointed to a door at the back of the kitchen and winked while Fox thanked her.
Fox passed through the door at the same moment that Dustin reached the back corner of the Inn, and both beheld a small grassless clearing surrounded by buildings. The clearing existed, because straight ahead was a small stable, for the customers who would be staying over to put up their horses. It faced towards the back of the Inn with its doors open and a fresh pile of hay thrown against the side of the building. Cassie stood nearby this pile with her back turned as Fox walked up behind and Dustin spied from his corner.
Fox took the last step to reach Cassie and slipped his arms around her waist, then rested his chin on her shoulder.
“It’s good to see you again. It’s been far to long.” He whispered into her ear. Cassie didn’t respond. Instead, she slipped out of his grasp, and walking behind him pushed him backwards into the pile of hay.
“What was that for?” Fox spoke in a bit of a playful voice with a smile on his face, but again Cassie didn’t respond to his questions. She simply lowered herself down to lay beside him and it wasn’t until she was lying partially on top of him, her lips only a hair away from his own, that she spoke.
“Fox?”
“What?”
“Shut up.”
Cassie then kissed Fox, passionately, deeply. Making all time seem to stop for that one precious moment, as though in all the world, only this mattered. Their lips parted and Cassie placed her head down on Fox’s shoulder. Neither spoke because words were not needed. Words seemed paltry, fickle, like no language in the world could ever dream to express how each felt. They lied there for a time simply enjoying the presence of one another.

This was a side of Fox that Dustin had not seen before. He had perceived that Fox did have a gentle side, but it had always come out in a gruff manner towards him. However, he now had seen that side of Fox that was generally hidden inside, and he was proud of himself for being so sneaky and clever, but in Dustin’s self glorification he didn’t stop to think of what he was doing. Dustin stood up from crouching behind his corner and walked into the clearing, effectively shattering the peaceful mood that had once resided there. Dustin strode right up to the middle of the grounds and spoke up.
“Ahh… how cute. Fox is in love.” Dustin spoke in a joking manner, which was meant to be a simple teasing between friends, but it was neither the time nor the place for such a thing, and Fox slipped out from under Cassie in a hurry with a look of tremendous displeasure.
“So, you do have a girlfriend after all.” Dustin looked over at Cassie who blushed as he spoke.
“And she’s pretty too. Humph, and to think that all this time I thought you were going for walks.” Dustin strode forward to look into Fox’s face and began fluttering his eye lashes, and doing impressions while teasing Fox.
“Now the little love birds are going to get married… perhaps that will improve your sunny disposition.”
“Dustin, be quiet.” Fox sounded annoyed.
“But oh my… what will that do to your reputation? Big serious Fox in love, dear me, that won’t do.”
“Dustin! Just shut up.” Dustin kept on however until eventually Fox had enough, and in a burst of anger Fox struck out against his friend and belted him across the face in a solid punch, which sent Dustin, a little dazed, to the ground.
Dustin shook his head a bit and rubbed his jaw while Cassie rushed over and knelt down and began doting over him.
“What did you do that for Fox?” Cassie spoke in a bit of a raised voice while Fox looked a bit shocked that she had taken Dustin’s side.
“Are you alright?” Cassie spoke gently with concern.
“I’m fine… just a bruised ego.” Dustin didn’t sound angry at all at what Fox had done, and in fact he wasn’t. That punch had knocked some sense into his head and made him think about what he had done, which Dustin realized had not been the brightest move.
“Fox, you should apologize for that. Right now.” Cassie sounded slightly angry.
“But I…” Fox’s voice had a bit of a pleading sound, like that of a child that has just been ordered to do something they don’t want to.
“Right now Fox.” Cassie was determined and there was no budging her, especially when she was right and knew it. So, with a sigh Fox apologized. Dustin then got back to his feet and Cassie joined him.
“Well, that was hardly a proper introduction. My name is Cassie.”
“Dustin Bridian. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Really? Your Dustin? Fox has told me quite a bit about you.” Cassie said this in a forced casual tone and with one eyebrow raised at Fox.
“Well… Fox and I were just about to go for a walk. You’re welcome to join us if you wish.”
“No, I’ve intruded enough. Besides, how can I meet any women with a sour puss like Fox around.” So, with a quick smile and a wave Dustin walked down the alley and back out into the streets.
Cassie walked back towards Fox and began an inevitable scolding.
“Do you go around just hitting people like that? You shouldn’t be hitting anyone at all, and besides… were late.” Cassie looked up into the setting sky and a look of surprise caught her face. She took Fox’s hand and looked over her shoulder at him.
“Come on Fox. Follow me, I hope you can keep up.” Cassie spoke with a wink and a smile. She then gave a tug on Fox’s arm and began to run. They slipped into the street and began back the same way that Fox had come at a quick pace. They passed Dustin on the way and quickly left him behind with an awfully confused look upon his face. Cassie kept them running until they had reached the main street once again. There were not nearly so many people on the street now, with many of the shops being closed down for the night, but there was a man waiting with an old horse and buggy at one corner and it was to this man that Cassie began to pull Fox. When they came up to him he smiled and motioned for them to get in, and once they were settled he asked where they were to be taken. Cassie told him that they were headed to the path of look out point, at the mention of this the man smiled to himself. Look out point was a grassy outcropping in the mountain that was above the city and frequently used by lovers.
The driver snapped the reigns and began the horse on its way to the back of the city and beginning of the path. The ride was brief being that the main road was not nearly so crowded and Cassie’s urgency about time. So, they reached the path much more quickly than expected. Cassie gave the driver a few coins, who bowed politely, and she once again began pulling on Fox’s arm to set a quick pace up the path. The path was not all that steep, and it was well worn, someone had even put up a rope railing on the open side to prevent people from accidentally falling. However, the climber was made to pay for the gentle slope by the sheer twisting length, and by the time both reached the top they were a little winded. The outcropping was about 100 feet above the town and 12 by 16 feet which gave ample room for more than one couple, but Fox and Cassie were in luck as no one else was either here already, or on their way.
Cassie finally let go of Fox’s hand and stepped towards the edge, her silhouetted body contrasting with the sunset sky, while letting the gentle wind play with her hair. They had made it in time, the sunset was not yet over. Fox walked out to join her and both sat down in the grass.
“Look Fox, Isn’t the city beautiful. I’ve seen this every sunset of my life, but I’ll never get tired of it.” Fox did as she suggested already knowing what he would see, and he agreed with her. He would not tire of this either.
The white rock was used to build the city because it possessed the ability to reflect the colour it was given and now the city stood in a seeming aura of dazzling pinks, oranges, and reds. The white rock reflecting the colours gifted by the sun, making each building a dazzling jewel of insurmountable beauty.
Fox and Cassie sat for some moments in silence, simply enjoying the sight and being bathed in the sun’s colourful efforts not to be forgotten. It wasn’t even until the sun passed on to distant lands that either moved. Fox lay down and in the sudden chill of the night Cassie moved in closer to the warmth of Fox’s body.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave again.” Cassie spoke in a whisper more to herself rather than to Fox, but he answered anyway.
“I have a responsibility, and I owe it to Lord Faolan to keep going. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here tonight.” Fox spoke gently with tinge of regret at the words that came out of his mouth.
“I know.” Cassie answered in a whisper with a slight sigh.
No one spoke a word now and it wasn’t until the full moon was high in the black velvet sky that Fox realized how late it was getting. Fox reached out and touched Cassie’s face, removing strands of fallen hair from her eyes, and saw that they were closed in sleep. He smiled to himself while watching her moonlit face and wished that he could remain, but both had things that must be done at the break of day. Fox carefully slipped out from Cassie’s grasp trying carefully not to waken her. He stood up to stretch his stiff muscles and his attention was caught elsewhere on the horizon. Lightening, a storm is coming, Fox thought to himself. It was then that Fox noticed the city. Enveloped in a white glow, reflecting the light, so as to rival the very moon itself and cause it to blush in envy. A white pearl that glowed with the same holy light as his old temple. The moment was like that of a fairy tale, and Fox took it as sign that what he had with her was right. That it was meant to be. Another stroke of lightening, closer this time, snapped Fox out of his thoughts and he wondered of what to do with his love. It was eventually decided that he would not wake her and simply let her sleep. Fox would carry her back to her home. He picked her up gently and with as little motion as possible, succeeding in letting her continue that angelic sleep, and with one last look at the city, Fox began his careful decent down the mountain side.
The storm neared and Fox quickened his pace. He was near to the Inn now, but the storm was much closer and he feared the coming thunder would wake her. Fox round the last corner and walked down the street. He neared the Inn and saw her father waiting by the door with a lantern.
At the sight of Fox carrying his daughter the man’s heart began to race as he thought of all that could have gone wrong, but Fox’s face was not one of urgency and when Fox neared, the man saw the steady rise of her chest as she slept. At this his face softened and he relaxed. Fox came up to him and the man resumed his stony mask.
“You’re a little late to be bringing her home, but I suppose it’s acceptable under the circumstances.” The man whispered in an effort not to wake his Cassie. He then stalked over to the door and opened it.
“Her room is up the stairs, second on the left. Go on now, she needs her rest.”
“Yes Sir.” Fox replied from practiced reflex.
Fox stepped through the door and made his way to the stairs, the bright moon lighting his path. He stepped up the stairs while cringing at every creak that the old boards gave out in protest to the weight. He carried her down the hall and to her room with the door left slightly ajar. Fox pushed it open with his foot and walked into the room. Spotting her bed Fox laid her down and held his breath as she stirred slightly by the motion. There was a blanket folded at the foot of her bed and Fox unravelled it, then draping it over her, tucked her in. Fox then kissed her forehead, and with a single longing glance left the room. He went downstairs and once again encountered her father, to which the only thing either said was good night and with his business done Fox left the Inn to go back down the street and back to the palace. About half way however, the storm finally broke having caught up to him while he was in the building, and torrents of stinging rain came crashing down. Lightening crashed from all sides lighting up the sky followed by angry thunder threatening to shake down the very mountains themselves. The wind also howled whipping about twigs, and rain in a show of mighty strength, and Fox was forced to run from the fury of the storm. Fox was soaked to the bone when he reached the castle. He entered through those massive doors, that trembled in the wake of the tempest, and began the trek to his room, but he was set upon by one servant who insisted that he take a mug of ale to take the chill off. Finding no other way out Fox graciously accepted. Finally reaching his room Fox entered. He finished off his drink and laying out his wet clothes to dry he towelled dry and slipped into bed too exhausted to light a fire.
Just before Fox fell asleep he thought he heard a voice, singing amongst the terrible storm, and he finally drifted off, dreaming of a strange woman clad in darkness and shadow, with the very essence of power held within her open hand and death upon her brow.

Lord Adonis Gannon sat in the lamp light at the desk in his large palace bedroom, writing letters that were to precede his return to his lands. It was late at night and outside that sudden storm thundered on, with gusts of wind tearing at his shutters. He was writing to the captain of his army telling him that all signs of this cult were to be eradicated with no prisoners. After all, prisoners cost money. It had been a productive day for him, and very amusing at the expense of Faolan. Gannon finished the letter and signed it, setting aside the quill and dusting the paper with sand to help it dry. Lastly, he slipped it into a scroll case and sealed it pressing his signet ring into the soft wax.
With that done he stood up letting his blue robes flow about him. Gannon stepped over to a small table that stood by the back wall, and taking a glass, poured him self some fine wine. However, the act reminded him of recent losses to his estate, and examining the glass in his hand Gannon spoke to himself.
“Faolan... humph... such a little child. You try so hard to hurt me, and what do you accomplish? Petty little sabotage, but no need to fret, I shall be ending things soon.” Gannon smiled and began to lift the drink to his lips, but half way there he stopped. In the cup the wine seemed to swirl and mix, taking on other colours, deeper, darker red. Gannon closed his eyes and opened them once again to look at the glass, but the wine was once more wine, it’s pinkish red colour returned.
“I must be more tired than I thought.” Gannon spoke to the shadows of the room, or perhaps more in consolidation to himself. Once again Gannon lifted the glass towards his lips, closer, closer. Until in a single moment, a deafening scream of rage rang out from all corners, and a bloody arm shot out from within the glass clutching for his throat, trying desperately to stick it’s clawed, slick red fingers into his neck.
Gannon let out a cry of surprise and threw the glass at the floor while stepping back in wide-eyed terror. Perhaps he was far more tired than he realized. Gannon stood a moment looking at the glass uncertainly from afar, and seeing nothing but broken bits and spilled wine, laughed, and scolded him self for being so foolish. Of course such a thing couldn’t happen. Gannon then decided to call it a night and leaving the mess as it was, he began to walk towards his bed. In order to reach his covers Gannon had to pass by his window, and as he did so, despite the shutters, several flashes of lightening caught his attention. The fury and cruelty of nature had always intrigued Gannon so he decided to take a look at what was happening outside.
Gannon strode up to the window and stood a moment, listening to the howling of the wind as it beat against the shutters. The different sounds seeming to form some sort of dark and fearful melody, a hideous and yet beautiful song. Gannon listened for a moment longer, then stepped back, turning to go to sleep, but even as he did so, a new sound rose up from the depths of the storm, gathering volume and power unto itself, taking each note of the former to weave it into its own cruelty, and as it did this, to Gannon’s surprise, and also his dismay. A voice took form, the voice of a woman, terrible, beautiful, powerful, deadly. Holding all else in thrall to itself, and shaking him to the very depths of his soul. It seemed to be calling out to him, calling for him.
Gannon, in prideful defiance, threw open the window and opened the shutters, listening all the more intently while the rain and wind poured through the open space to soak his clothing, and as he stood there, the voice increased in its strength as if pleased by his actions. Until all at once, in a single note more dreadful than the very depths of Sheol, it stopped, and the howling wind regained its supremacy.
Gannon quickly closed the shutters and locked the window, then paced back and forth attempting to rationalize the unknown.
“It could have been lack of sleep. The mind does do funny things when one is tired.” However, Gannon’s arguments against himself were fruitless, and in time he decided to give up, and pursue matters of a more tangible form. Gannon left his room for a moment sweeping down the hall. Clearly agitated by recent events and his anger growing to match that of the furious storm. Gannon did not like surprises, especially those that he could not explain. After a moment or two Gannon found what he was looking for and in a voice that was less than kind spoke to the servant.
“You, come here. I’m looking for a servant of mine. His name is Xaphan. Find him, and I suggest for your sake that you hurry. Now go, you have ten minutes. I suggest you run.”
“C-certainly m-my, Lord.” The young servant stammered quite visibly intimidated. This little amusement served to lighten Gannon’s mood, and he thought about how much of a fool this boy was. He could obviously not make good on his threats. The queen would be furious if he were to harm one of her servants, but if the boy did not realize this, Gannon could not complain. Fear had always been a good tool for him. It made the servants and workers work faster and kept them inline. The boy ran off down the hall while Gannon quickly walked back to his room. Once back inside Gannon found him self standing again, in front of the window. The voice was still gone, and Gannon still seethed about such an annoyance. However, his thoughts were interrupted by a soft, raspy voice coming from the shadows of a corner.
“You heard it too, didn’t you my Lord?” When the person had spoken a small man walked out from the shadows clothed in black velvet robes, and visibly hunched over. At the sight of this man approaching Gannon laughed, but still drew his sword. He was alive today by not underestimating people.
“How did you get in here old man? It isn’t a safe place, in fact, let’s discuss why I shouldn’t kill you for being the scum that you are.” Gannon held his place, and spoke with confidence, and at his words the old man withdrew a small step.
“Please do not hurt me. I was sent here my Lord, by the goddess Asimi. It was her voice that you heard within the storm because the storm is being caused by her power. She is calling out to you my Lord.” Gannon looked visibly shocked by his words, but hid it as quickly as he could, trying not to convey that he thought anything of the voice.
“That’s a nice little tale, did you make it up yourself? Stupid fool. I have no time for this, so, this ends now.” Gannon began to walk forward while the old man started to talk quickly in an attempt to save his life.
“Please my Lord. The wine glass, the song, she is calling. I am Ghall, her high cleric. She has sent me to ask for your help. I can prove to you that what I say is the truth. There will be an attempt on your life soon. I know when and how.” At the old mans reply Gannon stopped advancing and after a scrutinizing gaze, smiled.
“How did you know about the wine? No, don’t tell me, you amuse me. I’ll play your game. Speak quickly worm. Tell me more of this attempt.” Ghaal bowed at this offer and began to explain what would happen. That a woman named Luna would come into the room with Xaphan and coming up close to Gannon would attempt to seduce him and then attack with a dagger concealed under her skirt on her thigh.
Ghaal had just finished his recount of future events when a knock came at the door. Gannon turned to face the sound while Ghaal stepped back into the shadows.
“Enter.” Gannon called out, and the door opened to reveal Xaphan. Xaphan bowed politely and stepped into the room followed by a young woman dressed as a gypsy.
“I thought I told you to stay in the hall.” Xaphan said to her, but as she turned to leave Gannon called out.
“Wait... Tell me, what’s your name?” The woman turned to face him and spoke, to Gannon’s surprise, with confidence.
“My name is Luna my Lord.” At this acknowledgement of her presence Luna began to walk forward and came to stand in front of Gannon.
“My name is Luna my Lord, and I’m yours to command if you wish.” Luna then began to run her hand down his chest, and across her own, then, slowly up her thigh. At this motion towards her leg Gannon tensed waiting for what may or may not be coming.
In a quick flash of silver, far faster than her strength should have allowed, Luna thrust forward the dagger the short distance to Gannon’s stomach, but the Lord had been waiting for just such a thing, and caught her hand before it had gotten too far. Lifting her hand in a crushing grip Gannon took a moment to look into Luna’s terrified eyes and found pleasure in her fear. Then with all the strength Gannon’s powerful body could muster he backhanded her across the face sending Luna sprawling to the floor in crumpled heap, unconscious.
“Pitiful.” Gannon walked over to his desk, acting as though nothing had happened, and taking the papers, handed them to Xaphan who stood a little shocked at what had just occurred, but hiding it well behind a mask.
“Take these to Captain Hanor. You’ll leave tonight, and take that thing with you. I want to see her head when I return.” Xaphan bowed once again taking his bundle like one would carry a sack of potatoes, and began to leave while Gannon watched after them.
“Wait... on second thought, do not kill her. Put her in the dungeon, I shall break her spirit when I return.” Gannon spoke in a cold tone with a cruel smile on his face, while Xaphan once again, simply nodded in acknowledgement and left.
“Now, old man. We must talk. Say that I’m interested in what your imaginary goddess wants.” Gannon turned around to face the corner in which Ghaal stood.
“My Lord, Asimi wishes to make you her champion, her general, a leader of vast armies. She wishes to conquer, to cleanse the land of all that would oppose her and start a new age in which all may worship her and she will bless the people. Of course such a task does not go unrewarded. She only wishes the worship of the people, the land and valuables of Ainessa shall be yours in return for your help.” Ghaal spoke with slightly more confidence than before and a queer smile on his face.
“Well, is that all? Of course you still have yet to prove to me that anything you say is true.”
“Of course my Lord. What you have seen and heard tonight is only the beginning of things to come, and there is much more to prove my claims. If you would only listen a little longer and come with me, I may show you such that has not been seen for centuries.” When Ghaal finished speaking he walked forward to stand near Gannon who towered above him, and bowed as best he could.
“Fine then. Show me old man, and I hope for your sake that it is convincing.” Gannon’s voice was cold and held unspoken threats in its tone, but Ghaal seemed to choose to ignore this and bowing awkwardly he smiled peculiarly, creepily, as though he knew something Gannon did not.
“As you wish.”