The True Mirror

Cudpug · Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:08 pm Post subject: ~Celesti~ [The Successor]

Taking place 18 years after the events of Celesti. Hunter, son of Quince, is now grown up, in the absence of his true father Quince, raised by Avarians. Following nation-wide conflict, the Avarians have gained control of all Celesti. With control, they have forced other breeds of Pure and humans alike into slave camps.

In charge of the vast Avarian armies are the four Lancets, a group of elite Generals who are in control of governing the country as well. There is no specific ruler, and instead the Lancets have complete control divided between one another. These Avarian generals are rich and powerful.

One of these Lancets is Maximillian, a wealthy property owner. Blessed with one son by birth, and another through adoption, Maximillian seeks to expand the Avarian Empire further by enslaving any other free folk. Hunter, having been adopted by Maximillian's good fortune, has been raised as a Prince, always believing Maximillian to be his father by blood. Of course, he's about to realise that this is not the case.

~~Chapter 1~~

~Blue Fields~

Chase greeted the guests of the Manor, offering to take their coats and to guide them through to the main banquet hall. This was not his duty, more often than not being a task carried out by the maids, but he was in high spirits that day and decided to show it. It was a day of festivities, one that came about once every year. It was not even his birthday, and so his good mood was surprising. It was in fact his brothers birthday, Hunter Valure. Chase and Hunter had been brought up as equals by their father, the ever watchful and benevolent Maximillian Valure, and their ranking was already above that of many in the world even at their young age. As sons of Maximillian, they were destined for greatness - he was one of the Four Lancets, the elite establishment of rule in Celesti since the Avarian take-over, and this essentially made both Hunter and Chase Princes among men.

Chase and Hunter had been brought up a few months between one another - Chase was the eldest by a little, although it wasn't clear to see this from observation. If anything, Hunter looked slightly older, as Chase still retained many of his younger features. In personality they were similar - both competitive, both driven to succeed. The only real difference came from their colouring; Hunter had a fine set of blue feathers and hair; Chase's were red. They looked about as different as two brothers could in this respect, especially as Maximillian was also of the red form of Griffin Pure. However, before their mother had passed away the boys had been informed that she had been a brilliant blue Griffin Pure, and this explained Hunter's colourings. Chase often joked that Hunter took after mother whilst he took after father, but otherwise little came between them. They were good friends and good brothers. They were happy for one another when they did well, which was why Chase was now dancing on the balls of his feet in the palace entrance.

The guests began to ask questions after a period of time. They wished to see Hunter turning 19 years old, but he had not yet come down from his bedroom. It was standard for women to take their take making themselves look presentable, but for a man it seemed to be a less time-consuming endevour. Chase wanted to give it a few more minutes, but it was clear that the guests were growing impatient.

''I'll just go and get him, shall I?'' he said with a grin, trying to maintain appearances. He slipped from the room and hoisted himself quickly up the steps of the main stairway, towards Hunter's room. On the way he passed a couple of maids who inquired about Maximillian.

''Father will not be back tonight,'' Chase told them. ''Neither will he be here on the morrow. But in his stead he will expect this home to be sparkling by the time he returns.''

The maids nodded frightfully and set about their duties, scurrying off in different directions to fulfil their never-ending list of tasks. Approaching Hunter's door, Chase noticed another group of guests arriving below. ''Hunter!'' he called, hitting his hand firmly against the door. ''You are needed, brother! The guests are arriving in droves and they wish to announce you 19 and wish you pleasant years of good health. Come, brother. What is taking you so long?''
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Ranna · Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:35 pm Post subject:

Hunter tilted his head to look at the door, his ears catching the sounds of his brother's voice, but his head not taking them in for analysis. He knew he was late, and knew that people were wondering where he was. He also knew this was the exact sort of thing that would make his dear brother stricken with grief at his attitude. He sighed and shook his head, slipping out of his tunic and into something more respectable. It was a warm evening, outside and in, so he had to dress appropriately.

He heard Chase knock again, and after tying the strings of his new top together he moved to the door, speaking to his brother through the thick set wood.

"I did not ask for a celebration, you do know that, correct?" he questioned. He was not angry at the violation of his request, but neither was he happy about it. He could be social, but he could also be a show-off, much like his brother Chase. And without his father present, the two could end up doing something foolish. Something he couldn't inflict on his father, the father who loved him so much. It would dishonour them all, surely.

"However, I will come out now. But first-" he spoke, opening the door with an easy twist of the wrist and a pull, the view of Chase's face filling his vision, as well as his vivid scarlet wings, contrasting beautifully against the white marble halls. "-you must tell me who these people are. I suppose you have invited total strangers again, as you usually do?" he enquired, knowing the answer was yes.

He heard the answer, then sighed heavily, stepping outside of his room, but not before he looked back to check he had not left anything out of place. Before mentally checking everything, he nodded, before urging his brother onwards. "I pray you have at least involved some femme fatales into this social gathering. Heaven knows it will take so much to liven up a nineteenth year celebration around here..." he mouthed, so that no maid nor guest could hear of such speak between the two.
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Cudpug · Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:03 pm Post subject:

''Girls come second to maintaining appearances,'' he told his brother knowingly. ''That's what father says at any rate. And we don't want to anger father by disobeying him now, do we?''

He widened the door to allow Hunter to step through, his brother closing the door behind him. They were both wearing thin robes, designed for warm evenings such as this. It was the middle of the Summer in Celesti, and so Forena especially, where they were at that moment, was humid during the nights. His admired his brothers blue wings and hair, and often preferred them to his own red colours. Then again, there were benefits to his flame-like appearance - he was easily seen as being Maximillians son, and so received a different treatment from strangers than Hunter often did. People would bow in the streets to Chase. To Hunter, they might not have unless they knew who he was from prior knowledge.

''And anyway,'' he continued as they began to walk down the stairway towards the banquet hall, ''not everybody here tonight is a stranger. There are important people. You remember the Duke of Arista, don't you? He was present at your 8th birthday party. Consul Volatar may also be present...and if he arrives you can expect a lovely present from him.''

Volatar was the second of the Four Lancets, and the closest one to the Valure family. The other two Lancets, Tancred and Vesper, were less associated with them, which was natural as they lived in other areas of Celesti. But Volatar and Maximillian had always been good friends, and this transcended to their children as well. Volatar only had one boy, Hagen, but he was a similar age to Chase and Hunter, and the three boys often got on well. If Volatar was here that night, Hagen would potentially be as well.

''That'll be nice,'' he added from his own musings. Hunter apparently hadn't caught onto what he was thinking. ''Hagen. He'll be here tonight if his father is. We haven't seen him in six months...it'll be good.''

He patted his brother on the back and laughed, pushing him through the doorway into the banquet hall and stepping in front of him, clearing his throat and stretching his wings out to cover Hunter behind him.

''Ladies and gentlemen...'' he said in a majestic grace, as if presenting some form of magic trick. ''I give you...my brother, Hunter Valure.'' With emphasis on the last word he pulled his beautiful red wings back in, revealing Hunter behind him. The guests at the party clapped and cheered, and Chase gave his brother a little wink, moving away to allow everybody to see him. Whilst the guests studied Hunter and commented on how much he'd grown since he was a child, Chase laughed to himself sympathetically, feeling sorry for what his brother had to put up with that night. Through the crowds of guests however, his eyes suddenly set upon a beautiful Hawk Avarian. Golden locks fell upon glorious white wings set gracefully upon her back, to give her an angelic appearance. She was beautiful, and Chase instantly recognised her.

''Miranda!'' he said loudly, hopping through the long-lost relatives and Counts and Lords to reach the girl. ''Miranda...it's nice to see you looking so...so...''

She looked to him and grinned a sexy smile. ''You still stumble on your words, Chase.'' she said confidently, and he flashed red in embaressment. ''I do not!'' he tried to convince her, but it was clear that he was lying. They laughed for a few moments and she took a sip of wine, and he looked around for a waiter to get his own glass.

''So um...'' he said quietly. ''Here to see Hunter, or?''

''I am.'' She said bluntly, but noticed a slight hint of sadness in his eyes. ''But y'know, you're a bonus, Chase.''

He grinned and beamed at her, about to talk when he felt an arm suddenly moving around his neck, pushing his head down and driving a fist across his hair. He tried to look up and see who had put him into this formidable headlock, but the strong muscles and booming voice told him everything he needed to know.

''Hey maaaaaaaaan!!'' the raucous Raven laughed. ''You didn't think I'd forget to turn up, didya?!''

''Not at all, Hagen!'' he choked, struggling to break free. Miranda, perhaps bored by their childish games, slipped away after patting Chase on the head, slowly walking over to Hunter. Eventually Chase managed to get Hagen to let him go, and he stood up and brushed himself down with a frown. ''Thanks a lot...'' he said, but couldn't stay mad at Volatar's son. Hagen was a strong, muscular lad, impecibly built to be a soldier. He had short black hair in contrast to many Avarians, and although he wasn't the smartest or most orderly character, he was a loyal friend and a pleasant associate.

''Oh!'' Hagen announced a few seconds later. ''You weren't...were you? You and the lovely Miranda, eh?'' he winked at him and Chase growled.

''Of course not...'' he stuttered, and Hagen laughed, throwing a drink into his hand and walking with him, an arm thrown across his shoulders. He said, ''Walk with me, Chase,'' and led the red Prince into a different room, the two of them discussing something of importance.

Miranda watched Hunter swamped by guests and tittered girlishly, eventually deciding to save him. She pushed between a few people elegantly and held her hand out to him. ''Need saving, hun?'' she asked, pulling him away from the crowds of guests. When they were free she smiled and embraced him.

''It's lovely to see you, Hunter. I just had a run-in with your brother. He's still as goofy as ever. But less of that! How are you keeping?''
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Ranna · Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:29 pm Post subject:

Hunter nodded, gratefully taking the opportunity to get away from the crowds, annoyed that he had been given the grand introduction he knew he did not want or deserve. He shrugged this off though, knowing it was now over, and that his promised Femme Fatale was right there in front of him.

What could be said of Miranda? The wings and the blond curls of hair could make anyone envision an angel, though she was far from it, in front of the right people. Her parents spoke of her doing no wrong, though both Chase and Hunter knew that he could quite easily wrap any man around her little finger, which had happened to them on all too many an occasion.

The blue winged Avarian rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and smiled uncomfortably. "Chase? Yeah, he's a goof ball. Makes me think I got all the brains, you know?" he tried to joke, but his cheeks and the skin over his nose was red in an all too obvious rosy shade, and his words came out no better than his brothers. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves when Miranda was looking away, talking politely to a wondering waiter who was topping off drinks.

"In answer to your other question - I'm nineteen and I live at home, and don't have a girlfriend. I'd say I'm doing pretty well" he joked, mocking his own failure to take flight in life. He raised his own glass in a mock toast, and other people around him started to raised their glasses, as if feeling they must. He shook his head and put his drink down, turning back to look at Miranda, who was curling her hair around her fingers, making Hunter gulp deeply.

"Still! Mustn't grumble. At least father isn't home. I'm allowed to get intoxicated in my own time tonight. Isn't that something much like living on the edge?" he laughed, clicking his glass against Miranda's, the two linking arms and drinking from the glasses, like how they used to do as kids. It was tradition, as far as they were concerned.
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Cudpug · Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 10:01 pm Post subject:

Miranda polished off her drink in a few majestic glugs, wiping her red lips off and smiling at Hunter. He was never brilliant at taking his alcohol, and the one time she'd seen him drunk before had been after a couple of glasses. Perhaps three. If he still had such a low fortitude to alcohol, she could play it to her advantage. Although she was friends with both of them, and had been since childhood, since developing and maturing she had begun to see them both in a different light. Chase was cocky but a funny character with plenty of charm. She liked the fun and extravagent side of him. But then, sometimes he wasn't always appropriate, and she wasn't sure she liked him enough to invest in a relationship.

Hunter on the other hand...he wasn't as confident as Chase, but he seemed more down-to-earth. She liked his innocence and bereft shyness, and she found him the more attractive of the two. But sometimes she just wished that he'd be a little more assertive. Impulsive. The kind of impulse where he'd just throw her over a table and begin kissing her. That wasn't something that Hunter would ever do, but she could half expect Chase to do it. She wanted Hunter for the communication, but Chase for the brashness and excitement. Splicing the two of them together would have been wondrous, but alas, it couldn't be so.

''My life isn't that much better,'' she told him as she poured them out another drink. ''I'm the same age as you, I also live at home, and my experience with boyfriends is best described as 'non existent'.'' She raised her glass. ''Here's to love, huh?'' She clicked glasses with him and watched him drink the liquid down, smiling as he swallowed the wine.

After a while of drinking together, they began to talk more freely about things. How Hunter felt controlled by his father sometimes, and how he didn't know what he wanted to do for a living. He was supposedly given every choice in life, but his father would most likely decide what career he went into. Most likely the Lancet's, like he. ''You should ignore your dad,'' she slurred. ''Let's just drink until we can't think anymore and then go to your room and let go of our inhibitions.'' She giggled and hiccuped, jumping in her seat and reaching her hand out to stroke Hunter's cheek. ''You look really handsome in those clothes, Hunter.'' she told him, closing her eyes. ''Do I look nice? Appealing? Tell me what you think of me...''

She was clearly becoming enslaved by the alcohol, but she was very much aware at the time what she was saying. ''Hunter...come on...let's get out of here. I want to be alone with you...let's go sit under the stars or lie in your room or something...together...''
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Ranna · Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 4:29 pm Post subject:

Hunter cupped Miranda's hand in his own, clasping his palms around it tightly. "I don't think that'd be the best of moves, Miranda" he spoke bluntly, the alcohol not having the same level of effect that the girl had perhaps hoped for. He'd only had one glass, and would not be following Miranda into having another, knowing where it would lead him to. Trouble.

"Father isn't here, and at least one of us need to keep a level head. Something I can't see brother doing whilst the likes of his raven friend are around" Hunter commented, knowing the Avarian maiden would know who she was referring to. Of course, she did. Miranda had know Hunter and Chase for most of their lives, and knew everything about them, including their likes or dislikes, their circle of friends, as well as those they didn't particularly get on with.

After another good half hour of gentle chatting and commenting, Hunter complained of a small headache, and went up the stairs cautiously, trying to find a maid who could fetch any medicine they could find. He found one, and requested what he was in need of, before retiring to an old drawing room, no longer in the mood for festivities. He ran over the words Miranda had been speaking to him, and knew how much of a girl he would look to her now for running off without even addressing the situation. Truth was, he did like her, certainly as friends, and quite possibly quite a lot more.

But for some reason, it had never felt quite right. He sighed, rolling out a few scrolls that had been left on the table, finding them to be merely maps and old news parchments. He tossed them to the side carelessly, before looking up when there came a knock at the door. Guessing it was the maid he had spoken to moments before, he called for her to come into the room.
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Cudpug · Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 4:48 pm Post subject:

Upon entering the room, the maid kept her hood held high over her head to obscure his vision of her. She wasn't a typical maid, and had he noticed this he may have forced her to leave, or worse. She had found it easy enough to sneak into the manor during the party - she was Avarian, and passed as a maid in her plain clothing. As she hadn't run into any of the other staff, nobody had expected her to be anything more or less than a common worker at the manor. How wrong they were. He asked for the medicine, for physic that she did not carry. Not wishing to appear out of place, she handed him a vial of some form of cooking oil, and he seemed at first to accept it as medicine.

She did not wish to fuss over him to start with. It would look too suspicious if she began treating him as anything more than Maximillian's son. Of course, Merle Emeris knew the truth about Maximillian and Hunter's relationship. The Lancet may have come off as some sort of chivalrous father-figure to the boy, but he was also guilty of doing terrible things...unforgiveable things. Merle sighed under her breath and walked behind Hunter, who seemed interested in the parchments and scrolls before him above her presence. Being used to maids working without being told to, she doubted he ever paid much attention to what they did. She noticed photographs dotted around the room in portraits, one on his bedside table particularly capturing her attention. In the first overleaf was an illustration of Maximillian, and beside him stood a woman of blue feather and hair, assumingly his wife. Merle couldn't help but realise that Hunter had probably been raised to think that this woman was his mother...and it saddened her to even contemplate this notion.

Merle puffed his pillow and folded a few blankets, but could hardly continue the charade for long. Eventually, she noticed Hunter looking at her as if to request her to leave. He looked somewhat pained, as if he had a headache, and he was clearly in need of some time alone. But after coming so far, she couldn't leave without saying something. Keeping her hood low, below her eyes, she spoke in a quiet voice, her words soothing to the young man.

''Master Hunter,'' she said softly. ''I hope that you're enjoying your birthday. Nineteen years old are you now? You're certainly growing into a fine young man...'' She stopped when he looked at her. She stared a moment too long at him, their eyes meeting beneath her hood. Perhaps she'd said too much...but what other chance would she have?

''Your mother...looked like she was a beautiful woman.'' She said, hinting towards the picture. ''I can see where you got your looks from...and your fathers strong frame. You look ever-so-much like him...''

The morose tone that her voice now carried matched the confused, almost angered look on Hunter's face.
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Ranna · Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:09 pm Post subject:

"It does not matter to you, maid, whether my looks come from my mother or my father" Hunter replied, agitated at her intrusion, especially when he was wishing to be alone. He wondered if she was one of the new members of staff, since he did not recognise her, nor did she seem to know when to hold her tongue when dealing with someone such as himself.

He shuffled his wings and tried his best to ignore the woman behind him, though she seemed intent on speaking to him, referencing the picture of his parents. He stood up, taking it from her suddenly, placing his own eyes over the familiar picture. It was a portrait, done in full colour. It had his mother, and his father, and a young Chase. His mother was oval faced, light in skin, and dark of eye. His father looked a young version of how he looked today, smiling happily for the picture. Chase looked just about to jump away from the frame, looking the age where a young Avarian was all too keen to use their newly developed wings.

He frowned slightly when he noticed the woman was still not leaving, but set down the frame in it's rightful position and moved behind her, though keeping a good amount of distance.

"I don't require you here. Go back to the kitchen. Or better yet, serve drinks to the guests. Heaven knows they've had enough disappointment for one night" he spoke, trying to tell her with his tone and body language that she was no longer welcome in the room.
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Cudpug · Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:28 pm Post subject:

She felt his strong hands on her arms, guiding her to towards the door. There wasn't much time - she had to act. This was her last chance. She wrestled from his hold and turned to face him, her hood falling to her shoulders revealing her long sandy coloured hair. At the very edge of the forwards streaks of her hair the tips became black, a very unusual colouring for Avarian hair-colours, or any breed of Pure in fact. Such was Hunter's concern that he seemed to take a step back, as if she was some sort of pagan based upon her appearance. She spoke quickly, desperately.

''I have to tell you something!'' she said quickly, looking back over her shoulder towards the door. She was aware that time was of the essence. ''Listen, Hunter! Master Hunter! I...what I have to tell you is of grave importance! It is about...your mother!'' She sensed his eyes widen and his ears prick up at these words, and he reached to grab her again, perhaps to throw her from the room. She stamped her foot and continued quickly. ''Listen! Look at the portrait! Look at it!'' she pushed by him and picked the frame up in her hand, holding it in front of him. Her behaviour was clearly the most inappropriate thing that Hunter had ever seen, but if this was the one chance she'd be able to tell him then she didn't care what the ultimate outcome one. He could have her killed and she would still be thankful for telling him the truth. She saw his eyes flick to the portrait in confusion and she continued, words springing from her tongue in quick succession. ''Look in the portrait! It is your mother, your father and your brother! But you are not there!''

''You were an infant at this time...but you should be in the photo. Your brother is only a few months older than you, but here he is at least two years old! You should be in this photo as well! You were born during the time this was taken!''

She was spitting information at him ruthlessly. It didn't matter if he understood or not. She hadn't the time to explain in great detail. If she was discovered, it would mean the end for her.

''Hunter!'' she said, tugging on his sleeve desperately. ''This woman...she is not your mother! She is not!'' She noticed him close his eyes, as if contemplating her words. She took this as an opportunity to continue. ''I'm your mother! I'm your mother! It's me! I was the one who held you in my arms the first time! I was the one who brought you into this world...the one who loved you!'' she felt his arms take a hold of her, powerfully pulling her towards the door. She felt as if she was floating as she continued to shout.

''Maxmillian is not your father! His name was Quince! He was a blue Griffin!'' His hand swung onto the door-knob. ''You were taken from us! Your father, rest his soul, was killed! You were taken during the enslaving as a baby into the family! You were raised by Maximillian!'' The door opened and he dragged her out by her arm, inducing agonising pain into her thin wrist. Still she continued. ''Please please...I've waited so long...I am your mother, Hunter! You cannot leave me again...I finally found you! I finally-''

She was cut off as she was thrown to the floor outside his room. He towered above her and she stared into his eyes, terrified of him. Yet still she continued, kneeling before him and taking a hold of his leggings, weeping at his feet.

''My son...my son...'' she cried, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. ''You have to believe me...this must be such a...a shock...but please...you must know the truth...I made myself the p-promise that I would...tell you. Please...do not...do not throw it back at me. Do not leave me alone again...''
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Ranna · Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:47 pm Post subject:

"You are ill. I don't know what happened to you. Maybe your child was taken, I don't know. But I am NOT your son. Do you understand?" he questioned, anger burning in his voice. A guard arrived on the scene, halberd raised high. Hunter caught his attention with a firm call of "Guard, Guard!"

He didn't look any longer at the woman grovelling at his feet. As she was dragged away by the armoured guard, he fell back against the door, clutching at the wood, his palms sweaty, his body shaking, though he didn't yet realise. His eyes were wide, and for a moment everything around his was quiet. It was like he had finally found the peace he had been looking for in the study. But he couldn't sit there on the floor forever, he knew that. Once the woman had been dragged away, he picked himself up, moving up the stairs, throwing the vial of fake medicine against the wall, so that it shattered and soaked the carpet.

"Godforsaken witch. What madness that is going on in her head to believe my life is a lie. What a joke! She obviously is not well, like I said.." he muttered, angrily, his image a vision of utmost frustration. Be paced along the landing, before moving up the second flight of stairs, back up to his room.

Nothing could have made this day any worse than it had become already. He heard Chase arrive at the door, but he refused to allow him to enter. He didn't want to talk about what happened. So his brother left, perhaps to continue or end the party. An hour or so seemed to pass, and instead of the music stopping, it seem to start up again with some vigour. But Hunter paid no heed, and drifted into a light and troubled sleep, until there was another, harder knock on the door.

"Go away..." he grumbled, turning to face away from the door.
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Cudpug · Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 6:07 pm Post subject:

Chase knocked on the door again, eventually deciding to open it and walk in. He couldn't leave Hunter to sleep during his birthday, even if he wasn't feeling great. ''Come on, brother!'' he said encouragingly, walking over to the bed and shaking him with his arms. ''It is time we return to the party. The guests wish to see you again. Hagen and his father must be going soon, and they have not yet spoken with you. It would pain them to wait another year before seeing you!''

He took a vial of medicine from his pocket. ''A maid was walking towards the room on the way here. She gave me this for you. It's from the kitchen downstairs. It'll have you feeling much better,'' he told his brother with a smile, popping the cap off. It was amazing that Chase hadn't seen the mad woman entering Hunter's room. With his current drowziness, it was almost difficult to tell whether the entire ordeal had been a dream of not. It certainly seemed surreal enough. Of course, Chase was unaware of this completely. As far as he knew, Hunter had left the party due to a headache, and had headed straight for bed.

However, pressuring his brother was something he was quite good at, and he managed to convince Hunter to go with him soon after. He coaxed him off his bed and pulled him up, dragging him back down to the banquet hall below. They walked slowly, and Chase noticed that his brother was shaking. He seemed to have something troublesome on his mind.

''Something the matter?'' Chase asked in concern, but Hunter didn't tell him anything of worth. He smiled weakly and led Hunter into the hall, telling everyone not to crowd him as he wasn't feeling too good. When guests were only occasionally approaching him, Chase felt it time to go and seek out Miranda again.

Hagen came up behind Hunter and patted him on the shoulder, acting far more civil than he had when seeing Chase. ''How you feeling?'' he asked, and Hunter seemed to nod. ''Good to see you're back in one piece. Been a while hasn't it, man?'' he asked, and the two spoke for a little while. Their speech was cut short however by a messenger running into the room, squealing in a high-pitched voice at Hunter.

''Master Hunter!'' he said, beaming. ''Great news, My Lord! Your father has returned in time for your birthday! He is here now!''

There was a great deal of commotion throughout the hall as all eyes turned towards the doorway. Moments later, the majestic figure of Maximillian stood in the doorway proudly, his crimson wings held powerfully on his back, his long red hair curling down his shoulders. He smiled with an elegance that no other man could create, and the entire room fell silent upon his arrival. Beside him stood Consul Volatar, the black-toned Raven, the second of the Lancets and Hagen's father. The two Lancets together entered the room, Maximillian leading, and all heads in the hall bowed.

Maximillian's eyes set upon Hunter's, and he opened his arms warmly to his son. ''My son,'' he said in a booming voice. ''Come here and give your old man a hug. You didn't expect me to miss your nineteenth birthday, did you?''
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Ranna · Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:10 pm Post subject:

“Father!” Hunter exclaimed warmly, moving into Maximillian’s embrace, holding onto his warm figure for perhaps a moment longer than usual, as if to test how he felt. He wanted to prove that mad-woman wrong. Maximillian was his father, not some deceased ruffian off the street, and he knew it. He had to be. There was no possible way he could not be.

"It's so good that you are finally home. And for my birthday!" he spoke to his father affectionately, looking up into his eyes.

Then, he finally tore himself away, looking embarrassed at everyone staring at them like some grand spectacle. But with a wave of the scarlet Avarian’s hand, they all returned to their business, and Hunter moved back to his brother’s side, for once taking in the glory of being at his brother’s side. His family – those who share the same blood as he. He reminded himself to snap out of it, that it wasn’t true, and that he should not take it to heart.

And yet, it still nagged him in the back of his mind.

“Chase” he whispered to his brother when the commotion had died down. He saw Chase turn to him when he heard his name, and clapped when the others did, people and soldiers following the two Lancets into the room to join in the celebrations, much to Hunter’s distaste.

“How much do you remember of mother?” He asked, quite out of the blue. He saw Chase raise an eyebrow, but waited for any reply that was waiting for him.
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Cudpug · Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:27 pm Post subject:

Chase was bemused by Hunter's words. How well did he remember his mother? It seemed like such an odd question to be asked by his brother, especially on his birthday with guests everywhere.

''How well do I remember her?'' he asked. ''We already spoke about this when we were children, Hunter.'' He made it clear that he didn't really wish to answer Hunter. Chase missed his mother dearly. Since her passing it had taken him much of his childhood to get over her death. His father as well rarely spoke of it, and as a family they decided that the best approach was to refrain from mentioning her. It still upset Chase from time to time, and Hunter's remark had appeared somewhat callous.

However, Hunter seemed to desire an answer. He encouraged Chase to elaborate once more. Being his birthday, he decided to give Hunter the benefit of the doubt. He sighed and took Hunter aside, waving to their father and informing him that hey would be back soon. Maximillian seemed to encourage this, supposedly having some 'big news' for them before the evening ended, but for then he was willing to wait until their return.

Chase led Hunter out into one of the less occupied rooms - a small pantry - and then sat down opposite him on a little stool. ''You don't usually ask about her,'' he said softly, his voice lacking his usual confidence. ''I guess I don't really like talking about her. I still miss her.''

He looked darkly at the table, his vibrant golden eyes mirroring his sadness, appearing jaded. ''I guess I can remember that she used to be a very proud woman. She was always there for me. I guess she was there for you as well, but I don't really remember much of you when we were kids. I guess we were too young.'' He brushed his hand across his forehead in thought. ''I mainly remember you when we were sort of three or four. Mother passed away around that time. Father said you were the spitting image of her. If you see the portraits around the Manor you can see why. It's all the blueness, I think.''

''I was always a little jealous that you were so close to mother. As children I remember we were both close to her. I can't remember exact details, but she passed away and we were left alone with father. He said she died of an illness. I choose not to inquire as to which illness it may have been.'' He continued, thinking back as far as his memory would allow. ''She loved us though, Hunter. She was a good mother, and taught us right and wrong. Father says that it's because of her influence that we are so well bred today.'' He smiled a little at this remark, trying to find comfort in her passing. Then he looked up at his brother, frowning slightly.

''Why did you want to know, anyway?'' he asked curiously. ''Seems like a rather random question for your birthday.''
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Ranna · Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:08 pm Post subject:

“I don’t know why I asked. I guess it was just a random question” Hunter sighed, looking upset with himself for bringing the delicate subject up. He looked to the picture that was on the wall, the portrait conveniently of their mother. She was grand, but not in an over the top way. It was a radiant beauty, not one bought by jewels and clothes. He traced his fingers along the glass that held behind it the painted paper.

“I guess it’s just another year of my life that I’ve had without her. I miss her. I know you and dad do though, so I guess I shouldn’t say too much. Especially not to father” he spoke, before falling silent after his last few words.

Then, he shrugged, and he waved a hand in the air, expressing in a small voice that Chase should forget he had mentioned anything. With that, he walked back out of the room, and into the hall once more, where he bumped into Hagen and Miranda. The latter’s face lit up slightly when she caught sight of Hunter approaching, though from his face it was clear his purpose for being in the room did not concern her at that moment.

“Enjoying the party?” he asked, trying to strike up conversation, feeling nervous without Chase beside him whilst talking to Hagen, who he wasn’t the friendliest of people with.
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Cudpug · Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 6:55 pm Post subject:

Miranda flashed him a smile and nodded, glad that she'd managed to locate him. ''Hey Mr. Mystery!'' she said in a joyous giggle. ''Nice to see you! I thought you'd run away or something. What's the matter - not feeling too good?''

She noticed Hunter nod, but he seemed to invite more of a response this time, and she decided to run with it. She wasn't aware of the fued between Hunter and Hagen. As far as she knew, they were good friends as Chase and Hagen were. However, this wasn't exactly the case. Hagen was too raucous and excessive for Hunter, and they had different views on many things. Volatar's son seemed to view having fun above his ranking as Lord, which Hunter perhaps frowned upon. Miranda stepped to the side to allow Hagen to step forwards, and he nodded at Hunter. ''Good job you are better now,'' he said dismissively. ''My father wishes to speak to you as well, but perhaps not now.''

With little else to say, he walked beyond Hunter and managed to find Chase, quickly entering conversation with him to avoid the awkwardness of talking to Hunter. Miranda smiled and took Hunter's hand in hers, shaking him a little in excitement. ''Hey Hunter!'' she said loudly, her eyes lit up enthusiastically. ''How about you entertain me? The boys seem to be doing their own thing, and those guests are B-O-R-I-N-G! My mother and father will not be leaving for a fair while yet, and so we can do something...if you want?''

She hoped that he'd agree to it. She wasn't quite sure what she was planning. Just spending time with him alone seemed enough at that point. Whether or not more would come from it wasn't known at that point, but she hoped that spending time with him would perhaps answer her doubts about going for him over Chase. It was really only an option between the two to her.

Miranda pretended to be following him, when actually she was leading him. When he walked towards the door to the banquet hall she nudged him, intdicating that she didn't want to go back into the belly of the beast. Eventually they found themselves sitting on the steps leading up to the above floor of the manor.

''What would you like to do?'' she asked softly as if willing to submit to anything he would ask of her, but pushing him to see what he would say. In truth, if he asked her to go into his room alone with him, she would probably agree. Anything outside of those four walls didn't seem to matter that night. She was entirely focused on Hunter, and wanted to see if she could see his impulsive side.

''Hunter?'' she asked a moment or two later, shuffling closer to him on the marble step. ''It's up to you, birthday boy. What are we going to do?''
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Ranna · Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 3:28 pm Post subject:

Hunter thought for a moment, and then decided on a course of action. "Would you like to go outside Miranda? We have a lovely view of the lake, you know!" he spoke, extending his hand to go along with his invitation. She took it, and he led her outside, where low lights were on in small holders, and the moon shone on the water. It was quite magical, and if Hunter's mind hadn't been on other things, he might have paid a bit more attention to what was going on around there. He could see Miranda looking intently at him, but he didn't do anything to close the proximity between them.

"I guess my party is pretty dull huh? I don'tknow even half those people" He commented, holding the railing and looking down to the lake, which was down a fleet of steps. He turned to her finally, and smiled a charming, boyish grin.

"I can't blame you for trying to get out of there. But is there any other reason why you want to be alone with me?" he asked, perhaps dashing any hopes of him being an impulsive romantic. He was addressing the subject in the only way he could, or at least thought was proper. Until he knew her intentions, he could not make his own clear. He did like her, but he didn't know if she liked him. At least, not in way he considered her to be.
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Cudpug · Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 4:02 pm Post subject:

''Other reasons?'' Miranda asked cheekily, leaning back against the railing of the stairway. ''I cannot possibly think of any, Hunter...bar the obvious ones.'' She looked to him blushing slightly, moving a hand up to idly play with her hair, curling it around one of her elegant fingers as if waiting for a response. When he did not reply she seemed to pout a little, folding her arms and huffing. They continued to descend the stairway and arrived soon at the lake. The grass was swaying gently in the night breeze and flattened beneath them as they sat upon the dry earth. They sank in the folds of the grass and waited beside the lake, near enough almost for Miranda to dip her feet into the cool water. Part of her wished to go for a dip, but she knew that Hunter wasn't the type to go for something like that, especially not at a party dedicated to him.

She brushed her dress down, folding her legs in to sit facing him, although the Griffin kept his eyes fixed upon the ripples of the water. It was then that she decided to confess her feelings somewhat. She wasn't going to lure Hunter in, but she could provide him with the bait. ''Soooo...'' she hummed to herself, sitting back against her arms and puffing her chest out a little. ''Nice night tonight, isn't it?'' she said, making small-talk and looking to the stars above. ''At home I oft sit and watch the stars. It soothes me when I dream of being elsewhere. There is such a wide world out there that I have yet to see, Hunter. Someday I wish to see it for myself.''

Miranda shuffled closer to Hunter, sighing under her breath weakly, ''do you ever dream of leaving here?''

''What are your dreams, Hunter?'' she asked. ''You must have some...being a Lord is so easy. There's much more out there if we give it a chance. Sometimes I feel as if money is immaterial. We don't need it. We just need companionship...each other. Yes?''

She saw him nod slightly, but her words were obviously confusing him. She decided to try things a different way. ''I sometimes feel very alone, Hunter.'' she said softly. ''You might not believe that, but it's true. Often I wish I was with you or Chase having fun, like when we were kids. But we are not kids any more, are we, Hunter? We have developed. Feelings have developed.''

Her words were still not clear. She growled and folded her arms again just underneath her chest. ''I'm saying that...maybe I'm alone with you now because I want to show you that I'm not a kid now. Maybe I want to show you what I've become as an adult. Do you...understand?''
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Ranna · Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 11:22 am Post subject:

"No, Miranda. My father is making a speech soon, and I- we really shouldn't" Hunter spoke, tumbling over his words like a fool. He sounded like a fool, and he felt like one. This girl - his lifetime friend and companion - was prepared to give herself up to him. Show him her true, raw self. But he refused point blank.

It was for the best though. There really was no time, and if they were caught, it may cause conflict between their fathers. Miranda's father was quite the protector, and he only let her around Hunter and Chase because he felt they could be trusted, mostly down their status than their sense of character. But trust was trust, and he couldn't abuse that, no matter how he felt, or how much Miranda was advancing.

"So, dreams huh?" he managed to blurt out, almost involuntarily. His mind told him to change the subject, but his mouth refused to profess the words in a clear manner. His lips and tongue were mutinying against him, it seemed. "I have dreams, sure" he spoke, his mouth stabilising, his words more expressive. He tried to think of what dreams, what aspirations he had. He knew somewhere he had some, but couldn't put his finger on them. It was perhaps the most annoying sensation.

Suddenly, a maid - who had been serving drinks up until that point - came outside and called down from the balcony towards the two Avarian nobles. "Master Hunter!" she called, sounding courteous but urgent. "Your father has wonderful news, and would like you to be there, as well as Lady Miranda! she called, then waited for them to walk back up the stairs, holding the door open for them to walk through.
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Cudpug · Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 12:40 pm Post subject:

The maid took Miranda and Hunter into the Manor. Miranda had a defeated and frustrated look on her face, as if she had received grim news from Hunter. The boy himself looked nervous and uncomfortable. The maid, Julia by name, assumed that they had perhaps said too much, or done something they both regretted, but chose not to voice her opinion. She was merely a blank face in that place; one that would be used for her purpose and then forgotten. She disappeared into the ether, or possibly into the kitchen, stealing herself away.

In the Hall they crossed paths with Hagen again, who was stood beside his father, Volatar. Hagen had his arms folded, and before him stood nobles and consuls. Above them was Maximillian, bringing everybody to attention. When his eyes set upon Hunter and Miranda they sparkled like fire, and he clapped his hands and requested his son sit beside him at the long table. Miranda tried to say something to Hunter, but he was gone before she had the chance, leaving her to slump back in a chair near the bottom of the table, a long way away from Hunter. She felt humilated and rejected.

''My son!'' Maximillian said with a raucous chuckle in his voice, ''You are here just in time! On your Birthday I have wonderful news to inform you of!'' He wrapped an arm around his son, who was now sat beside him, and with his free arm poured a glass of wine out for him. ''Now it has come to my attention,'' he went on, ''that we are currently looking for a new retainer to train to be the new Lancet. I have discussed matters with Volatar as well as Tancred, and we have sent letters to Vesper, and it is unanimous who we feel should be the Fifth Lancet, holding dominion over one-fifth of the worlds land.''

At that point, Chase entered the room and touched Hunter's shoulder as he walked by, moving to sit on the other side of his father. He leant forwards and looked to Hunter, smiling at him and putting a thumb-up, congratulating him on his new, soon-to-be-announced title.

''That is why we pick my son...my own flesh and blood, to be The Successor. To do his country proud and to bring the Avarian's to prosperity above all other races.'' He rose from his seat and opened his arms, putting one on Chases' shoulder and the other on Hunter's. ''-My Son...Chase.''

There was a moment of silence as Maximillian used the arm on Chase's shoulder to lift Chase, whilst he kept Hunter sat down with his other arm. Chase observed all those sat at the table - nobles, conscripts, scribes - and before he could speak there was cheering and celebration. His eyes glittered with excitement and gratitude as he embraced his father, Hunter left sitting with all attention taken away from him. Even Miranda was watching Chase, and she quickly jumped from her seat and ran up to hug him and to kiss his cheek. Whether this was an act against Hunter for humiliating her or not was not clear, but she knew it would upset him all the same.

''Three cheers for Chase!'' Maximillian shouted, laughing and joking. He was solely focused on his red son now. The blue son was all but forgotten.
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Ranna · Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 1:09 pm Post subject:

Amidst all the celebrations, Hunter slipped out. His mouth was dry, and his throat was soar. Every gulp of saliva made him feel sick. His world was spinning, and his feet took him where he needed to go. Back to his room.

He must be dreaming. No, not a dream. A nightmare. Of all the disappointments he had ever faced, which were truthfully few and far between, this day held perhaps the biggest and worst one of all. It wasn't even that Chase had become the fifth Lancet. He could be happy for him about that. But to announce it on Hunter's birthday, in front of his party guests, and to even invite him to the front, as if he had a part to play in this announcement. He had no part. He had nothing. Even Miranda scorned him when he tried to be sensible - a gentleman.

Hours went by, and the night was well and truly in full flow. People were still partying, though now for a different cause to his own. He lay in his bed, facing away from the door, and out to the balcony that led out, his view of the city grand and illuminated in the moonlight glow. His eyes were glazed, but he was still quite awake.

Perhaps the disappointment would pass. Perhaps tomorrow morning, he'd forget the whole thing, or be able to walk to his brother and wish him congratulations. But at the moment, he felt no such good will. He wished nothing but pain upon him, and as horrible as it was, he felt great comfort in the thoughts. He disgusted even himself. No wonder they chose Chase.

'My own flesh and blood' his father had said. Was it favouritism for the first born, or was there something more to this line?
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Cudpug · Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 1:20 pm Post subject:

The evening for Chase rushed by beautifully. First the announcement that he would be the Fifth Lancet, and also something else...something that he could barely believe. It had been so sudden and wonderful and impulsive and brilliant that he could scarcely open his mouth and talk about it. But he had to. He hadn't noticed Hunter slip out until near the end of the party, but he assumed that his brother had been feeling ill again. When most of the guests had left and the hour was early morning, he decided to see his brother. He had so much news to inform Hunter of and so very little time.

He slipped up the stairway after wishing Miranda goodbye, escorting her to the door and leaving her with her father, who had patted Chase on the back and wished him a great deal of fortune. Chase was on top of the world as he arrived at Hunter's door, and he knocked on it quietly at first, but then steadily louder - he couldn't contain his excitement a moment longer.

''Hunter!'' he shouted through the wood. ''I'm coming in, whether you are asleep or not!''

He was laughing happily as he pushed the door ajar, closing it behind himself as he slipped in. The room was dimly lit and very dark, but he noticed his brother stood out on the balcony soon enough, his back to Chase, the wind rushing through his hair. Chase sat on his bed and spoke to his brother, lying back on the pillow and closing his eyes dreamily.

''Brother, this evening has been incredible!'' he said happily. ''Not only have I been made Lancet by father, but it is also your birthday! I swear to the Gods that you will be the next he picks!''

He rolled onto his front, chuckling joyously. ''But enough on matters of business,'' he said hurriedly, as if he had more vital news on his mind. He most certainly did. ''Hunter! I have the most incredible news! You will not believe this when I tell you...but it is most certainly true!''

Chase was wriggling and writhing in excitement, his heart fluttering. Although his brother wasn't responding, he didn't need a reply; he just needed to inform his brother of the best news he had received in his life. ''Hunter...after Father named me Lancet, Miranda spoke to me. She was awfully embraceful and proud for me. She said I had become a great man, as did her father. You know how much of a stick in the mud he usually is, but he said that he was proud with me too!''

He suddenly sat up and leapt off the bed, walking towards Hunter. ''Brother! I don't know how it happened...but I began speaking with Miranda...and she...I...I asked her to be my wife, to accept my hand in marriage! And do you know what she said?''

He touched his brother on the shoulder from behind, ''Brother...she said yes! We are to be wed! Isn't that wonderful?!''
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Ranna · Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 1:36 pm Post subject:

Hunter shrugged him off. "Congratulations" he muttered bitterly, still facing away from Chase. That touch on his shoulder. It felt alien, as if it was no longer the same hand touching him as it had been when they had been merely children. It was warm, yes. Smooth palmed, yes. But alien nevertheless. Never again would he welcome that hand.

When Chase pressed on, too excited and love struck to even consider Hunter's responses as anything but positive, Hunter's aggression grew. He was winding him up, he had to be. Miranda wasn't that stupid. Chase wasn't that stupid either. It couldn't possibly work out. Then again, he hoped they did marry. Then he could watch as it fell to pieces. He wanted to see that so badly at that moment, and he knew it was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. But why should he care? It was not like there was anything left for him, was there?

"Go back and enjoy the celebrations. I don't need your blathering in my tired ears" Hunter groaned, throwing the duvet over his head, his head immediately becoming warm in the heat and humidity of the night. He wished for him to leave. "Go now!" he ordered, still not uncovering his face. He was being selfish and petulant, but he couldn't help it.

Chase was still there. Hunter threw a pillow at him in the bid to be rid of his brother. "Go back to your future wife. Get used to how annoying she is, and how demanding she is. What a silly little whore she must feel, throwing herself at second best before moving onto the gold prize such as yourself!" Hunter cried, his rage making his body shake. He knew that he'd crossed the line this time though.
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Cudpug · Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 1:51 pm Post subject:

''You are ill, brother.'' Chase said after a long pause, contemplating Hunter's words. ''I have never performed an injustice such as this against you. I have never been bitter and twisted when you have had fortune rise in your favour. What demon has possessed you to be so with me on this very night, your birthday night, I do not know. I fear to know.''

He turned his back on his brother and walked towards the door. ''To insult me is one thing, Hunter. But to insult Miranda...in such awful ways. I cannot forgive this.'' He quietly opened the door, stepping through and taking one last look back. It was clear that Hunter wasn't going to apologise. Whatever had happened that night had upset the union of the two brothers forever. Chase shook his head, his long red hair flowing like flames in the darkness, saddened words leaving his parted lips. ''Happy birthday, Hunter.''

The red Avarian slammed the door shut and left Hunter in his room, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. He was angry from Hunters' words, but most of all hurt - he hadn't so much as congratulated Chase at all for his news. His proposal to Miranda had been quick and sudden, of course, but he remembered the conversation well, and all seemed to be fall into place:

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''I am tired of being alone, Chase. I need somebody...somebody to need me. To want me.''

''You have me and Hunter, Miranda.''

''Hunter does not care about me.''

''What makes you say that?''

''...I just know deep down that he does not.''

''My brother is sometimes foolish...but his heart is in the right place, Miranda. He is a great man.''

''...It is not your brother whome I am here talking to now. It is not your brother who has been made Lancet. You are a greater man, Chase, and yet you do not give yourself credit.''

''I would be a great man...for you, Miranda.''

''I know, Chase. And I would be yours. I know that you would treat me well. I know that you would protect and honour me.''

''...Then Miranda...''

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''Will you do me this honour?'' Chase said to himself as he finished his soliloquy, walking into the banquet Hall after brushing the tears from his eyes. Only a few guests were left, Maximillian slowly bringing their conversation to an end. When he noticed Chase enter the room he grinned and called for his boy, and Chase slowly walked to his fathers side.

''Chase, my boy! Wonderful to see you! How is Hunter? Is he feeling well?''

''Hunter is fine,'' Chase said sharply. ''I have come from seeing him. He will not be coming down again tonight.''

''Terrible shame...'' Maximillian said sadly. ''...Perhaps tomorrow I shall speak with him. He must be glad of your promotion. And your proposal to the beautiful Miranda!'' he wrapped an arm around Chase, who smiled weakly and laughed under his breath.

''Yeah...'' he said, but truth be told, all sense of valour and happiness that was to be extracted from his good news had been stripped by the bitterness of his brother.
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Ranna · Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 2:13 pm Post subject:

The night came and went, and when Hunter awoke he found himself on the balcony, sleeping against the wall. He must have walked around in his sleep, since he didn't remember moving there, nor even falling off the bed. His body felt tired, and his eyes were dazed from the sun blaring at him, his restless shape still coiled like a chick in it's egg, and still clothed in his finery from the night before.

He wondered if Chase had calmed down since their talk from the night before. He hadn't seemed angry, more hurt at his words. Hunter could tell why he would be, and knew he had every reason to be hurt or upset. He'd prefer if he would express his feelings in violence. To hit him. Hurt him. Vent his frustration. But he wasn't the kind of person to do such a thing.

Yet, why should he be the guilty one? Just because he did not jump for joy at his brothers success over his own failures? Marrying the one person he may have felt for. Talking their father's favour...

It made him sick to think of it. He did not move, instead viewed the roof of the buildings ahead in the distance. When the breakfast bell rang, he did not move still. A maid brought it up to his room, and he gave no answer. Soon the servants grew restless, scared in case something had happened to the young prince. It was not their fault if something had, but they did not envy the person who would have to tell him his son had vanished. Or worse.

But Hunter stayed where he was. He was not ill, or possessed. He just had no desire to move. No desire to get up. Lifelessness was what he dreamed of now.
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Cudpug · Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 2:27 pm Post subject:

Maximillian had been awake early that morning. At the crack of dawn he had been writing letters and filling in paper-work. He had only returned to his home for Hunter's birthday. Now that the day of celebration had passed he had to return to work. He was needed elsewhere.

He had requested his servants pack his things for him whilst he went and spoke to Hunter. He would be leaving on the hour for the borders of Damascus to sort out an uprising of some sort which had happened there. The Dog Lands still posed a threat to the Avarians, and it was up to Maximillian to prevent the uprising from growing into something worse. But he had time to see his son off and to speak with him about Chase.

Earlier that day he had spoken to his red son, who hadn't slept much, from what he could tell. Chase had decided to see Miranda to discuss plans for the wedding - the sooner, in Maximillian's eyes, the better. Therefore, Chase wasn't there at that point, so Maximillian could talk to Hunter in private without Chase knowing.

The old red Lancet allowed a maid to pass as he walked up the staircase, and she blushed and bowed to him, rushing off into a room to dust. He smiled and nodded to her as she disappeared into the room, and he soon found himself stood at Hunters' door. Reaching out a long sleeved hand, he tapped on the light wood and turned the door. ''Hunter,'' he said softly as he pushed himself into the room. He noticed Hunter curled up instantly on the balcony, and he sighed to himself as he walked over to him.

''What are you doing out here, son?'' he asked sympathetically. ''It's no place for a Lord...to stare out into the horizon now, is it? Don't tell me you wish you were elsewhere right now?''

He sat down beside Hunter, lazily resting his head back against the balcony bars, his large hand patting Hunter's knee affectionately. ''Now son, I know what's on your mind right now. And I apologise, I do. It wasn't a good time for me to reveal the news of Chase's promotion, and it couldn't have been fun for you to have your thunder stolen.''

The proud Avarian adopted a sterner tone after his initial solemn speech. ''However, Hunter. Take this like a man. Your brother is still your brother. Me and the Lancets just felt that he would benefit from this promotion. He has always been brought up very rooted in my ideals and thoughts for the Celesti's future. You are more your own self-thinker.''

''That is why Chase was made Lancet. Because he will do what benefits me and the other Lancets most. It doesn't make him better than you, okay son?''

Hunter didn't reply, but Maximillian knew that he was listening. He sighed and patted Hunter again. ''And about Miranda...I'm thinking that there was something between you and her there as well? ...She's a lovely girl, Hunter, but there are many of them out there. Let Chase be happy with her. You will find your own lovely lady in time.''

There was a period of brief silence between the two of them. Maximillian allowed Hunter to rest his head on his shoulder, the old general looking out into the distant horizon as they sat together. ''Ah...but I doubt that that is the only thing on your mind...am I right, Hunter?'' He moved slightly, to face Hunter directly, looking into the Avarian's gleaming azure eyes. ''If anything concerns you, you can tell me, Hunter. I can answer anything that is on your mind.''
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