(Gonna clarify real quick! Each side has their special weapon. Logans: spell book, Roman: sword, Virgil: sythe, Patton: magic staff, Deceit: sickle. If you dont know any of these weapons, please google them, they are all really cool. Im excited for this chapter!! When the song picks up and the electric guitar kicks into full swing, thats when Roman and Virgil's weapons collide.)

  (Warning: violence, blood, swearing)
  
    (Third person POV)
  Roman and Logan stepped into the imagination, seeing the foresty terrain before them with a tall, dark grey castle towering over the trees. A dirt path lay before them, leading the way to said castle.

     "Let's go save Pat" Roman said, starting to trudge along the path. Logan quickly followed behind.

  ~Meanwhile~

    Patton sat in a cell, his head in his hands. He had been sobbing for what felt like hours, wondering why his precious son would betray him this way. He looked up suddenly at the sound of the cell door opening. There stood Lust and Lonliness. "Get up! Your little friends will be here shortly!" Lust yelled in harsh yet seductive hisses, causing the fatherly trait to jump up.

    Lust turned and walked towards the stairs that lead up to the main level of the castle, Lonlieness following behind. Patton took his chance, summoning his staff and casting a 'knock-out' spell on the two. Once he was sure they were unconscious, he drug them into the cell and locked them in.

    The fatherly trait decided to remain in the underbelly of the castle until he knew for sure that the area was safe.

~Time skip to a couple minutes later~

  Princey and Logic finally made it to the front of the castle, assessing the scene. Anger and Anxiety sat at the door waiting, wielding their weapons close. Anger holding a regular Iron sword with a red hilt and Anxiety, gripping a pitch black sythe that gave off a purple glow.

    Logan opened his book, flipping to a teleportation spell. "Roman. I am going to transport Anger and myself to a different location to fight. I trust that you can handle Anxiety?" Logan said, glancing at the prince. "Indeed I can. Good luck to you Logan." Roman responded, pulling his sword from his belt.

    Logan nodded, holding up a hand in Anger's direction and reading from the open page. Anger and himself glowing dark blue before disappearing.

    Roman stared and Virgil, Virgil staring back with narrow, unsettling eyes. "Why are you doing this Anxiety..?" Roman spoke in a saddened and low voice. "You wont understand.." Virgil replied in a monotone voice much like Logan's.

    "Help me to anx!" Roman pleaded. "Too late Princey. Now raise your sword." Virgil said, his voice changing from monotone to a dark one as he raised his sythe in battle stance. Roman sighed and raised his sword, ready to fight.

    Suddenly, Anxiety bolted towards Roman, clashing blades. Virgil's face was centimeters away from Roman's before he pushed off with his blade, taking another swing at the royal before him. Roman quickly blocked the side attack with his blade, quickly using the hilt of his sword to knock Virgil in the nose.

    Anxiety stumbled back with a wince, holding his now crimson covered nose. He looked up at Roman with a death look in his eyes. Roman could have sworn here saw a purple glow in his eyes. Anxiety lunged forward again, spinning his sythe fast. Roman couldn't block all the attacks, but grew confused when Anxiety didnt land a single blow.

    He held out his sword, getting ready to attack Virgil. Virgil sliced at the sword, using the rounded edge of his own blade to swipe the sword from Roman's hand and flung it towards a tree with fast pace. The sword stuck deep within the tree, leaving the princely trait weaponless.

     Roman threw his hands up in surrender as he stared at the angered anxious trait. Virgil quickly put his weapon upon his back before kicking Roman down onto the dirt path. "The dungeon Prince. Stay out of my way." Anxiety said quickly before taking off into the castle.

     Roman stared in udder shock and confusion. 'Did he just spare me and... Tell me where Patton was...?' Roman thought, slowly getting up. He dusted the dirt off himself before walking to the tree that heald his sword. He yanked the hilt, pulling the sword from the tree before taking off to the castle.

~On the top floor of the castle~

   Deceit sat on the top floor of the castle, waiting for Virgil to arrive with news. Virgil walked in. "Creativity amd Logic have arrived. Logic has taken Anger somewhere and Roman his defeated" Anxiety informed in a seriously tone.

    "Good. Now all we have is that damn Logic and everything will be ours!" Deceit said, turning from Virgil to face the large stained glass window. Anxiety cringed at the word 'ours', remembering ths conversation he overheard. "Yes." Anxiety said, putting on a fake smirk.

    Anxiety walked up next to Deceit, staring at the stain glass as well. He started reaching for Deceit's yellow handled sickle, but was stopped by a shout that made both him and Deceit jump and turn towards the door. "Hey!" Roman shouted from the doorway of the top floor.

    Deceit scowled at him before shooting Virgil a glance of confusion and anger. 'Dammit Roman! What have you done?!' Virgil thought, mentally facepalming as he faced the fanciful trait.

Next chapter is gonna be good!

I hope you are enjoying this story so far!

Take it easy guys, gals, and my fellow non-binary pals! Peace out!

-Marsh