| 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒶𝓈𝓉 |

Tamara's hopes for justice had failed, the days turned to weeks. After the four kingdoms heard the news of the late king a new one was elected automatically, the kings son Octavian. With the assistance of the other three leaders he settled into his own position of power quite fast. The thoughts of Jay's killer getting what he deserved were slowly forgotten about, the people were fine to move and on praise their new king. King Octavian had left Evanora to return to his home land of the West, a king needed to be with his people. Amelia didn't return to the West with her brother, she had been given strict instructions to stay in Evanora, Tamara found this a little strange but didn't look to much into it, with the absence of her two sons and the growing distance from her daughter she was happy to spend time with her. For the siblings it was quite clear that she had no idea of what their true intention was, only a handful did. Amelia's orders given to her was to take control of the West in whatever way she could, not wanting to refuse her king she agreed to the deal. Despite this secret arrangement between the siblings Tamara and Amelia had grown closer then ever. Amelia was gifted the position of the Queens Hand, she will do anything the Queen asked of her, she was fine with this since this brought her closer to the throne. After weeks of plotting this take over Amelia could only hope that it went smoothly, that Tamara wouldn't resist and overall we could try and talk her into joining their cause. That last idea of hers was little more then that, an idea, one that would most likely not come into play.

The afternoon was the same as always for The Queen, sat in an empty throne room with no friends or family around, well, apart from Amelia and her trusted guard beside her. Like always the two ladies would start small talk to pass the time, little did the Queen know that this one talk would change things forever.
"So Amelia have you heard from Leon at all?" She said.
"No not since he left, I heard the Guardians are strict with sending letters out of the South." She shuffled closer to her.
"Oh ok good, well not good, shit. What I meant was is im glad he isn't avoiding me on purpose."
"Why would he be doing that?" She questioned, honestly curious about anything involving Leon. She could tell that Tamara hesitated before relying but after a long pause between her questioned she finally responded.
"The night he left we got into a fight. A fight about, you, you two." Tamara dropped her head into her hand, chin rested in the palm of the gauntlet. Amelia was now beside the guard, facing Tamara's direction.
"What do-" Her question was cut short by the sound of multiple screams falling silent from just outside the big throne room doors.
Tamara shot up in place, her gauntlet glowed a dark purple and her eyes had turned slightly red.
"Amelia, go upstairs and hide, now." Amelia didn't follow her command, she was about to follow another one. The overwhelmingly large doors slid open, the afternoon light slowly traveled up the ground, Tamara left the comfort near her throne and walked towards the doors, she stopped once the light touched her legs. Around sixty knights with armor walked into the throne room, they all stopped in their tracks once they saw the Queen. Some of the faces were familiar to her, some were her loyal knights, some were hard workers who lived in Kingdom and some were the Knights in Red, Octavian's knights. The symbol on all of their chest plates showed Staeso, the outline being a dark red. Instead of it showing each county sectioned off like on the map this one only had a line through the middle of the land, the line itself being one of the Daggers of Old. This caught her attention the most out of anything.
"What's that meant to represent, Octavian stabbed Staeso in the back?" She mocked.
"It represents my brothers plan for the future, the North, South, East and West are a bit outdated don't you think. All we really need is a North and a South." The rage that was building up in Tamara died down as soon as Amelia spoke, she turned to see Amelia sat in her throne with her once loyal guard at her side.
"Amelia. Please don't do-." Before she finished her sentence Amelia started to speak.
"What I want to know is why did you and Leon fight about me, we can start talking about this once you place the gauntlet on the ground." Amelia had a soft voice but could throw it across the room in a big way.
Tamara turned away from the throne and stared ahead at the knights in front of her.
"Never." Tamara snapped her fingers and a purple mist formed around her, within moments her appearance had changed.

For hundreds of years Werewolves had devolved, they had no use for their wolf form once swords and bows were invented so they adapted. The ears of a wolf and the rage carried over but all that remained now was mainly human, with the help of the gauntlet Tamara could change that. Stood in the room now was a eight foot wolf stood on its hind legs, her snout was large with any rows of sharp white teeth within. The gauntlet remained on her hand but had morphed along with this transformation. Her hands were not paws but more like ones of a human, except the fur and long tree like claws. Tamara's blood red eyes locked with the knights, they stood their ground and were ready to fight but a lot of them were no match for this monster. Tamara tore through the first ten guards, ripping their limps off, snapping their spines and feasting on their flesh. The more Tamara ripped apart the Amelia got nervous, she would of been freaking out over this but according to her brothers plan she had nothing to fear. Over the next five minutes the savage beast that was Tamara tore through all sixty knights, she was cut quite badly around her legs but nothing seemed to phase her. The beast looked down at the gore that surrounded it then back towards Amelia and her ex guard, the look of terror on their faces brought pleasure to the now mad Queen. Before she was able to lunge towards the throne a blade made of pure light stabbed through back and came out the other end. She howled in pain and fell forward, the unnaturally bright red blood mixed together with that of her victims. The fur started to become a purple mist once more and within moments the old Tamara was back, the hole in her stomach was now gone but the pain was still very much present. Stood above her was a large figure, it stopped the sun shinning down upon her which created a large showed, its wings spread her and his face remained darkened. The pain grew stronger all over her body, causing her to overheat and lose focus on her surroundings, in moments she was passed out in the blood of her enemy's.

| 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽 |

Two swords clash together, the two glare each other before releasing their swords. Leon stood back while Sam began to circle him, like he was her pray. A large number of Guardians stood around them in a circle, wings overlapped each other to create a dome like arena. The two of them were using their own weapons, Leon's was the invar sword while Sam's was much different in design. It's blade was a dark green and the length of it was much shorter then Leon's. Tucked away on her belt was another sword, same design but being blue instead. The crowd around them started to chant, some chanted Leon while the others chanted Sam. The more the crowd chanted the more confident he got, after a few deep breaths he charged Sam, swinging his sword down on her. With ease she deflected the strike, giving him a nice knee in the gut when he got close enough. Taking a moment to gain his breath again he went in for another strike, swinging it sideways like a bat towards her. Instead of deflecting it she leant backwards and ducked it. Straight after Leon went in for a few more attacks, striking down on her with all his might. The first few Sam deflected with the blade but over time her arms began to give way, on his final strike down on her she pulled out her second blade and caught his sword, her two blades were like scissors and his sword was caught in the middle of them. The crowd fell silent once she caught his sword, they knew who to root for now. Leon fell motionless, he glared into her eyes and could tell she was only playing with him. When he least expected it she pulled her swords away and stepped back, it caused him to stumble forward and lose his balance slightly. All at once the crowd shouted her name, over and over almost mockingly towards Leon. Sam didn't care for the peoples chanting, she appeared to only care for this fight, to prove herself the best out of  the two. In a blink of an eye she sped towards his direction and swung her swords one by one, first going left then going right. He blocked each strike but it made him slowly back up towards the Guardians behind him. She continued to strike him until he picked the right moment to strike. He ducked under one of her swings and grabbed her by the arm, he leaned his back into her then flipped her over the top of his shoulder and onto the grass below. One of her swords had landed on the ground beside her while the other one was still in her arm, the look on her face changed from a playful one to a pissed one. Leon turned around to face the Guardians watching, mockingly towards them he stated.
"Aren't you going to cheer now." In the time he was saying this Sam he spun back onto her feet. A quick kick to the back of his leg brought him to his knees, once he was down Sam knelt down behind him, placing the tip of one sword on his back and other in front of his neck. She leant in close to his ear and whispered only something he could hear.
"If this was a real fight I would of killed you before you knocked me to the ground." Leon's silent response was overshadowed by the crowd bursting into another chant.
"Sam...Sam...Sam..." She moved the swords away from him and stood up. The circle around her broke, all the Guardians came over and congratulated her for winning the fight. Leon didn't get much praise, he stayed on his knees while the crowd started to walk off, one person stayed behind however.

Leon looked up at the man and studied his features. The man's hair was long and thin, the color was a dark brown but had blue highlights throughout. His ink black wings were spread out widely, Leon thought he could be doing this to seem more threating. The silver Guardian armor he wore appeared to be brand new, fresh out of the armory.
"What do you want, shows over." Leon's words were tired and defeated. The man stepped towards him and held his hand out, he grabbed it and pulled himself off his knees. Now that Leon was up close he could make out a few more details about the man. His skin was milky and smooth. The color of his eyes were a dark brown but something seemed off about them. He had a sharp jawline but apart from that his face was smooth like a child's.
"Thanks man."
"The names Az. If you want to survive around here stay by my side, got it." This came off as a demand directed towards him.
"Um... I'm just going to say no, sorry, I can do things on my own." Leon turned away from Az and started to walk off.
"Next time you fuck up or get fucked up meet me here, its only a matter of time before it happens again." Leon halted and turned back towards his directions.
"Who the fuck do you think you are." His tone was harsh, he didn't want to put up with this guys bull shit.
"Just someone who wants to help." Az smiled. Leon would of responded but he knew he would just lose his shit if he did so he walked away.

The Guardian Camp was a sight to behold, the trees were as thick as buildings and the rivers that flowed through the forests had crystal clear water. The walk back to Leon's sleeping quarters wasn't a bad one at all, he was able to take in all of his surroundings and appreciate where he was. The camp itself was in the heart of the Dark Forest, it was built along the sides of two mountains by the Angels Elders. The path he walked along was made out of a long forgotten stone along with the gigantic statues that were placed randomly through the mountains. The sleeping quarters for many were hollowed out grand trees, the first time he saw the inside of his room he was surprised by the amount of space within. All of the high ranking Guardians would have their own private rooms in the mountains. The most amazing part of the Camp to him was the Hall Room. The room was once all stone but he had been carved out completely to fit thousands of people, the roof was completely open so that the Angels could fly out whenever they needed. All of the tunnels in the mountain led to this room and its where they would plan attacks, eat dinners and have royal weddings. Although Leon had been there for a few weeks he had still only been to the Hall Room once. The camp was so big and complex that he had only been to that Hall Room once and that was when he first got there. For dinners he was given soup, normally containing different strange plants that were common in the South, Its taste wasn't the best but it was the only thing on the menu, what else was he going to eat. After the twenty minute walk back he collapsed onto the hard wood bed. The ones who slept in the tree houses were given no blanket or pillows, it was said that this made them stronger but Leon knew that was probably just some bull shit. Because of the thick layers of trees and the winter that quickly approached the days didn't last to long, a lot of the days the only light would be from the strange patches of magical green grass and the fireflies. The past few weeks had been a struggle for Leon, every night he would think about Amelia and what if he had stayed. Deep down he knew he had to be here, his father was a Guardian, if he wanted to live up to his father then he's got to be one too, no matter the cost.

| 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 |

The past three weeks for Francis had been like any other. Everyday him and his uncle would go hunting for wildlife and support their kingdom. They would venture up to The Trident Fall ruins once a week, they would go to this particular spot more often by the journey there is treacherous and time consuming. Once they are back at the ruins they have access to a whole wide range of different animals to choose from, strangely the animals never seem to run, they just accept their fate. A few times while Elliot had been resting Francis would sneak off and find the bridge again. Each time he went to this spot the feeling of death and decay overtook his body, he wasn't sure if it was just his mind playing tricks or if what he felt was something paranormal. With each time he came back to the bridge he was able to push on a little further, eventually he was able to overcome the feeling of dread and make it to the powerful front doors to the castle. The great wooden doors were still slightly open from when he saw the deer. 

Behind the doors was a massive throne room of sorts, banners with the same strange symbols that were on the bridge were hung up all along the walls. Remains of all different types of animals were scattered all over the floor, they all led towards the throne. The throne itself was rested and battle damaged, its design appeared to be based off a wolves head. As he slowly walked towards the throne the feeling of dread returned, it was much stronger and had more of an impact on him physically. The walls around him started to darken and his breathing began to become more rushed, the pull to the ground felt more heavy which almost brought him to his knees. The cold air seemed to have gone and an immense out of heat overtook his body. A bright red mist started to leak from the throne, it slowly formed the outline of a person which sat in the throne.

"F̵̛̭̗̜̙̹͚̯̫̖̌̿͒r̴̬͙̫̱͓͙̈́ą̵̡̨̛̼̳̺̺̝̼̿͋̔͌͒͗̈͝ǹ̸͔̱͑ç̷̦̠̼͉̣̱̦̻̑̒̓i̴̧̢̨͖͔̳̰̘̱̿́̃s̷̛̤̜̮̭̓̀̀́̾̿͌ ̵̧̭͍̲̙͈̳̅̐̚͠ͅͅĆ̶̼͋̒͒l̸̡̬̱̜̬̬͝͝a̴̡̗͖̠͕̠͂̀̚w̴̧͕̘̲̰͓͌͗̕ ̵̨͍̞̰̺̞̈͝H̶̡̤̲̼̗̋̑̆̓́̄̌̍͘͝o̸̧̢͔̹͕̲̝̩͗͜ẅ̵̪̲̜͔̥̻̞̖̠́̕é̷̛̬̬̣̗̝̺͍͇͎͇͐͋̊̊͘͠ŗ̵͇̗̠͓̠͉̈͌̂̇͛͑͛ş̷̢̳̦̥̞̐̈̈́̽̀...̵̮͉̘͗̏́̉̈̍́̎͝ ̸̧͈͇̯̰̠͋̓́I̷̟̱̹̹̞̣̩͕̩̫͛̿̃'̵̧͓͕͔̰̗͓̫͌̎̋̇̒̄v̷̡̱̲̭̩̘̳̓̊͒̅̎̆̈́̄͑ͅé̸̗̺͊̈͗̔̓̐͗̇ ̴̰͚̤̫̄̽̌̒͌͊̊̀̅b̷͚̋̿e̴̠͚̮̬̱͙͔̱͒̏̿̆͝ḝ̴̢̘͇̹̎̋̈́̈͘ͅn̸̡̩͈͐̋̓̃͋̀͂ͅ ̴̗͉́̿̈́͒͂́͗ͅͅw̵̻̝̄̊͘ä̷̧̞̮̭͆̆́̋̉́̍͘i̸̢̢̢̘̯̝̼̥͉̔͋̈́̌͛t̴̨̛͈̙͙̩͍͈̳͉̻̃̉̂̀̓̔̓̂͝i̷͍̦͈̙̠͉̮͊̃ͅn̸͕͇͙̘̳̱̄͌̾̋̓̈̚͠g̶̨̢̨̧̛̙̼̭̰̮̒͝ ̷̠̬̦͕͝͝f̵̱̙̣̭͐̇̍͗̾̈́̍̍͜͠ö̶̫̰̬͉̱̳́͘r̵̢͈̥̩͙̼̞͕͗͋̅ ̶̻͈̲̳̹̎̓́̿̊̈͂̂͝ͅỷ̷̨̲̳͈̣̈́͊͊̂́̄̌̀̚͜ǫ̵̡̛̮͔̹̹͇̩̣͕̇̂͐̐̏̉̒̎͝ū̷̦̱̠̯̝̦̃̿͝.̶͔̰̖͍̠̬͔̠̎̐̓̍̃́̿͗͠͝"

Its voice was nothing like he's ever heard before, faintly he could make out what it said but most of it sounded like a jumbled mess. The feeling of dread lifted from his body, he was able to stand once more. The figure remained in the throne, it stared at Francis with fascination. All fear seemingly gone he decided to walk towards the creature. Normally he would run back to his uncle in tears but what sat ahead was something new, something he didn't feel fear towards anymore. Between him and the figure was only a few feet now, although the mist figure sat in the throne it still appeared much larger then he did.
"Were you the deer I saw." He felt stupid for even asking that question, but what else is he going to ask this thing. It gave no response, only a simple nod of the head.
"Is this your home?" The figure once again nodded its head. The features of its face were forever changing, its whole body was just a red mist that constantly flowed around, just trying to process it took a toll on his mind.
"What happened here." It had nothing to respond with, no nods or words, it just sat in silence.
"Ok guess I got to ask a yes or no question-" Before he could finish the sentence more words came from the mist.

L̶̯͓̝̦̼̎̆͑̈́͒̅̀͂̽̚è̴̛̩̣͍̆̀ä̶̞̙̙̼͎́v̷̨̗̮͙͉̳̯̼̫̀̂̒͌͠ê̵͕͚̣̯͔̚ ̸̟̙͙̫̱͎̊̎̿̈͗̔̊ň̶̗̪̣̤̰̦̄͘o̴̧̦͌̿͒̂͛͒̍̂̕ẃ̷̢̰̳̪̝̻.̷̻͋ͅ ̵̡͈̹͎̻̼̦̩̪̓̍͌͆̅͐͑̅ͅY̷̛̬̊̍̄̔o̷͇̞̝͕̐̆́̍̅̒̒͋͛u̸͉̙̫̜̠͙̜̒̒͋̌̉͜r̷͕̱̍̎ͅ ̶̧̭̯̺̻̎͌͜͠ͅȕ̵̯̬̹̩̙̥́̆̑n̸̜͙̖̆̈ç̶̘̭̝̹͔̂̈́̀̊͒̄̓̽́͊͜l̷̝͇̬͋̎̀̓̽̐e̶̞̲̰̋̃͐̐̅̔̎̏̚͝ ̴̛͓̻̗̿͒͋͝į̴̛̞̠̼̓̆̄ś̵͈͈̙̤͆̒̈́̊͌̅̔͠ͅ ̶̡͓̏͑̀̍̐͒͠e̵̙͈̓́͐̀͜x̴͓̘̬̭̱̣̀̄̂ͅp̵̡̩̬̦̬̙̬̗̉̏̐̒̓̋̾̃̂͝ḛ̸̛̔ć̷̮͎͌ẗ̶͖̘͈̼͓̙̙̩́̑̿̈́̅͛͜͠i̵̫̜̱͐͗̊̇̕͝ņ̸͒g̵̨̨͈̲̣͔͎̤͛̿̒̍͗̏̚ͅ ̶̧̹̩̦̀̔̆̓̂̈́͜ÿ̸̛̱̙̼́̃̇̊̈́̅̊͘͠ò̷̢̗̬̦͜u̵̪̟̩͌̉̈́͐̐̈́̏̎̓̃.̸̰̞̳͈̀͝

These words made him snap out of the feeling of peace and intrigue and back into one of panic.
"Shit." He turned away from the mist and ran off, this whole time he had forgotten about his uncle and knew if he was gone for to long he would be punished. Weirdly he didn't want to go, he didn't care for what his uncle would do but it was as if the mist commanded him to leave and he had to obey. Once he ran out of the castle and back onto the bridge everything that just had happened seemed to have faded from his mind, it was still there but some moments felt like a strange dream. It wasn't time to ponder on it though, he needed to get back to his uncle there and then, that's all he knew.