The Dark Ages

Kitten began her journey on a fough note. She was not used to being on her own for so long. Her heart was filled with emotion, anger, grief, and hapinness.

Kitten had a few old friends, that she knew she could trust such as sir donnie, apparition, and lord gambler, but she did not intend for them to help her in her mission.

Her mind began to drown in the possibilities, she could rule over the magic kingdom, she could marry a prince, but most of all she wanted to be the best, the woman that doesn't have to count on anybody.

Out of the corner of Lord Gambler's eye he caught something. Without slowing down or even turning his head he spoke,

"With picked up a straggler. Don't look just keep moving, we must warn Iskandar at all costs."

The King and his Knights rode all day and night until they reached the gates of Iskander.

"I AM LORD GAMBLER, RULER OF VANCE. THESE ARE MY KNIGHTS, WE MUST SPEAK TO YOUR KING AT ONCE!

The sat and waited for a response.

Scotius nodded, ever so slightly, in response to what Gambler had said. When they reached Iskandar, Scotius entered to Gambler's right, Moonchild peeking out from behind him. There were sparkles a bright light behind Scotius, even though he didn't know it. He felt a tapping of his shoulder. He turned to Moonchild and saw her holding a silver bow. It had intricate designs and runes on it, and glistened in the firelight. But, it was just a bow. No arrows, and no Quiver. Moonchild handed it to Scotius and said,"You'll need it."

He was, yet again, bewildered. "But, 'Tis just a bow. Where are the arrows?" Moonchild formed a mischeivous smile. "You'll see. Focus into firing it, and you'll see." Skeptically, Scotius strapped the bow to his back, once again turning to the People of the Kingdom.

Sparda slowed as he moved into the gates of Iskandar. This would be where he made his move. He would have the crown. His horse's hoofs clip-clopped onto the cobbestone ground, past the gates. It was an odd sight, Lord Gambler being looked upon with reverance, and Sparda being looked upon with disgust. He left his horse by the gate. He would need it for later. He sidled into a back alley, and made his way in front of Lord Gambler's convoy. He waited for the moment.

There beautiful dance had been cut short. Apparition was so hot all of a sudden, she was sweating in his arms. She had become limp in his arms. He could feel it in the air, something was terribly wrong. He began to have flashbacks again but he held them back.

"Of course Apparition, I shall happily obey your request" he spoke looking into her eyes. Holding her hand they rushed up the tower towards the rooms. Donovan's heart was beating faster, he wanted to know what was going on. "Okay Apparition, you grab your equipment and I'll grab mine, we must prepare for whatever is happening. The air whispers an ill omen"

Lord Gambler had arrived at Iskandar with his men. His eyes spoke of an urgency, something was definitely amiss.

"Of course Lord Gambler, I shall have someone escort you and your men to the castle" the gatekeeper spoke.

The people of Iskandar looked on as Lord Gambler and his men made there way threw the gates. Lord Gambler dismounted and turned to his Knights and with his thunderous voice spoke,

"Stay with the horses men. Captain you and your friend follow me."

The trio walked up the palace steps and into the Mighty Castle of Iskandar. It was beautify crafted and sparkled with lime stone.

"I guess being friends with thee elfs had its advantages." he said softly to Captain Wolfmen.

They were now in the Throne Room awaiting the King.

Sparda followed Lord Gambler and his Captain towards the throne room, staying in the shadows. He kept to the outside area, in the alleys behind the houses, Inns, and shops. Lord Gambler entered the Throne Room, and Sparda waited until the guard had his back turned. Then he stabbed his throat with a kinfe. Sparda caught his body, and laid it gently down on the ground. Gambler and his Captain were holding an audience with the King. Sparda had an idea.

A man entered the throne room, a simple guard. He walked closer to the King of Iskandar, his face shrouded.

Kitten was habing a hard time getting along on her own, she did not desire help of any kind, but she needed it. She dropped to the floor and bagan crying, she cut her arm, and began to bleed uncontrolably. She then took out her crystal contactor, "I command you to contact Lord Gambler" she said. She waited for Gambler to acknowledge the calling.

"I guess, M'Lord." Scotius was admiring everything around him, but Moonchild simply walked forward. It ha just dawned on Scotius that she had just been wearing a white robe, that was it. He didn't know whether to say something or keep walking.

They awaited the king. Scotius moved over to a vase. It was eloquently made, detaile pictures were painted over the pottery. He touched a picture, but not realizing his claws, pushed his finger too far. The vase began to wobble, and Scotius frantically caught it just before dropping. Without moving from his pose, he let out a huge breath, carefully placing it back. He walked like nothing had happened back to his place next to Gambler.

As she changed clothing her heart finally slowed. But she would not know peace this night, of that she was certain. Foreboding still filled her heart with a panic that she could barely keep in check. She concentrated on the job at hand to keep from being overwhelmed.

Her leather armor was a comfort. It was light and allowed ease of motion, but there were charms that made it as strong as the strongest metal. She slipped on her long knives. They were almost as long as her arms and the had a nice curve to them. They were made of an extremely light elven metal that made attacks fast and kept the user from getting tired. She grabbed her composite bow and the poisoned arrows made of the dark wood of her forest home. Her cloak swept behind her and her boots clicked on the stone floor as she made her way to the throne room.

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His mothers words were repeating in his mind over and over. What did they mean? Was she delusional from her wounds? No, he though, she was not. They meant something and he would find out what. Sir Donovan was unaware that these words would be the key to his destiny.

Donovan felt a sort of unnatural comfort as he dressed himself in his chain mail. It had been a while since he had dressed for combat. Lately the kingdom had been at peace, there had not been much fighting. Donovan slipped on his armor, it was light enough to allow movement but it was deceptively strong, able to withstand most weapons with ease.

Lastly he grabbed his sword. He looked upon the blade with satisfaction, it was extremely sharp and shown his refection beautifully. This blade was legendary, it had been handed down through the years, from great warrior to great warrior. It was said that it held a divine power, a powerful magic that would protect the life of it's wielder. He gently placed it upon his back and hurried to the throne room behind Apparition.

A scent filled the air and invaded Scotius's nostrils. He had sensed it in the air when Gambler and himself checked he rooms. Someone was up to something, he could smell it. He instinctively drew the bow, and pulled back the string with nothing in it, preparing to attack. He growled as he looked around the room.

He found the source of the scent and nudged Gamble, nodding slightly toward the Guard.

Sparda noticed the Captain looking at him. He would wait. Nothing could ruin this moment. He wouldn't allow it.

King William of Iskandar entered his throme room. It smelled ike business. The room was filled with unfamiliar faces.

"To whom do I owe this gathering?" he spoke in a heavy tone.

Arrow stood at the gate of the great castle no army just him self, the dragon was not far behind, He felt someone trying to cotact gambler with magic, It was weak compared to hs own, he smiled "Child gambler will be dead soon along with all your hope.".

With that he pushed opened the gates, "I wish to talk to your lords,"

"M'lord", Sparda in disguise said with a fake voice, "Lord Gambler is spreading news that evil is afoot. If he has any evidence to support this claim", Sparda added menacingly.

Scotius's ears twitched as the guard said the words. Something different was happening, he need only pinpoint the srouce of the problem. He followed the beats to the man's heart. It was bumping faster than normal, and something in his scent told Scotius something was afoot.

"He's lying." Scotius said through gritted fangs and a growling voice. He pulled the bow tighter, and looked back at Gambler. He looked back at the guard and held up the bow, wanting to fire something from it. Even through his closed eyes, he could see light suddenly forming in front of him. He swuinted his eyes to see a shining Arrow in his hand. It was almost as if it was made from pure light. Not just any light, Moonlight. He looked to Moonchild, who urged him to use the bow. She obviously wasn't surprised by the arrow. Scotius looked back at the guard and let go of the string, causing it to shoot through the air at the Guard.

Sparda saw the arrow, and it moved very fast. He rolled to the side, and threw one of the flash bangs on the ground. Smoke covered the room. Two knives slid down his sleeves, and he threw them at where Lord Gambler had been.

Both knives plunged into Lord Gambler's armor but it didn't stop him from getting between Sparda and the King.

"Take em." he said looking at Sir Donovan as he passed the King to him.

Drawing the Sword of Kings from its sheath at glowed with mystical energy giving off a blue aura. He spun in a 360 and twirled the sword with his back turned to Sparda he thrust the mighty weapon back and towards his stomach.

Sparda barely backed out of the reach of the sword, but it still cut his stomach badly. Blood poured out of the cut. Sparda flipped off his helmet. He drew his own sword, Reqieum. He wouldn't let anything stand in his way now. He sent a slice at Gambler's head.

Scotius jumped out over the smoke and eyed Sparda. He closed one eye and formed another Arrow of pure moonlight. He let the Arrow fly, aiming directly and the cut in Sparda's stomach. When Scotius had jumped over the smoke, he could smell the scent of fresh blood, which meant he had a wound. He merely found it, and let the Arrow fly.

Scotius hit the floor and rolled onto one knee and took another aim with his bow, firing two Arrow at Sparda's shoulders. For some reason, Scotius knew how to use this to its extent, though he never used a bow before.

King William is blinded as the smoke fills the room. He does not let anic overtake him, during his long life he had been involved in chaos such as this many a time. His assailant is quickly blocked of by Lord Gambler and he is then handed off to Sir Donovan. William had a certain liking for Donovan. He was a stern and strong young man with a good heart.

Stay with me a no harm with come to you he heard Donovan say.

Sir Donovan jumped in front of his king at once. He could not allow harm to come to William of Iskandar for it could destroy his kingdom. Donovan quickly entered a serene and alert state, he was ready for anything. Donovan was a genius when it came to combat and he was specially skilled in defense and damage control. He looked over and saw Apparition. She had already entered her stance. He smiled at her gracefulness.

"No harm shall befall my king or Apparition" he thought.

Apparition had ignored her bow, which had been unstrung and folded in half for ease of carry. She had freed her long knives from their scabbards and crouched in an elven fighting stance. She stood before King William and scanned the room with her eyes. Vigilance was her watchword. Fairly certain that there was no other danger she turned her eyes to the action before her.

The attacker seemed very skilled but he had fallen afoul of the dread Lord Gambler's Sword of Kings and was now being pressed by an odd being of magic the like of which Apparition had never seen before. He moved with an elf's grace and used a weapon most cunning. She would know more of him as soon as this danger had passed. No harm would befall her adopted king and she would let nothing happen to the one who stood beside her as always. She did not even need to look at him to know how he stood or when he looked her way. He was as familiar as the clothes she wore or the long knives in her hands. She would let nothing happen to him lest it happen to her first.

Arrow kicked in thr castle door, The shards of wood flew everywhere, Four guards stood in his way, "I Came to talk lower your weapons" Then without warning the four knights fell, there bodies cut in half, They had not even seen him draw the srowd , it had been p[laced back with the same speed.

Walking to the throne room no one else stood in his way, Opening the door , he smiled looking at the chaos, His red eyes looked round the room, He gave a mocking bow as he moved forward, "It was rude to keep me waiting,"