by Karma
He was horrified. Out there were men, women, and children, all being helplessly slaughtered before him by a ranting mad man. Rows of them, lined up like sheep while dozens still hung from a tree. Crying, screaming in agony, and sobbing silently. And all he could do was watch and listen while the man screamed at him to come out and fight. Closing his eyes briefly for a moment, he opened them and forced himself to watch the massacre without flinching. If no one else remembers, I will. Your deaths will not be forgotten. I hope the men hurry. He looked at the Turan leader and understood then, that anyone who could commit such an atrocious act would not listen to reason. Prince Arslan watched, silently, fury and anger growing rapidly within him. No sense of morality what so ever...
"Come out and surrender your castle to me!" The mad man screamed as he cut down another human being."If not, then I will enter and personally slaughter everyone in the village!"
Arslan watched him, biding his time. Just a little longer...hold on just a little longer... Arslan�s army was currently being assembled. Just a little while longer and his men would put sense into the insane massacre.
"Hey old man!" screamed a young voice from below, interrupting the young prince�s thoughts. "Leave them alone!"
"Right!" piped another, smaller voice. "Or you�ll pay!"
Arslan, standing on the top of Castle Peshwal, looked down, searching for the source of the voices. The Turan king did the same. Both of them spotted the source, two young boys dressed in odd clothing. No, run away! Arslan thought miserably. He could not shout a warning to them, as it would only let Iltorisha, the Turan king, know how deeply he was disturbing the boy prince by his actions. He could only watch as he felt fury, worry, and hatred grow inside of him. Never had he hated anyone as much as Iltorisha.
"Yeah, I�m talking to you, you old hag!" shouted the older boy. He was in his mid-teens. He had messy black hair and was standing only a few feet from the Turan king. His posture was one of confidence, his hands crossed in a position of challenge. "You want a fight? Then come on over, I dare you!"
"Or are you afraid of two little boys?" asked the younger child. He had light brown hair and was in his early teens. His posture echoed that of the other; a confident pose with his arms crossed. "Old man, you�re a coward!"
Iltorisha and Arslan both gaped in astonishment.
"What, are you so stupid that you don�t know a challenge when you hear one?"
"Nah, he�s afraid," said the younger boy in a voice of confidence to the other.
"Don�t you know how rude you are? Our grandpa always told us to do the right thing, and what you�re doing is SICK!" The dark-haired boy made a hand gesture that Arslan could not recognize; but he assumed that it was supposed to be insulting or obscene.
Iltorisha looked at his men, infuriated. "Well? Get them!"
Several Turan soldiers surrounded the two children. Arslan closed his eyes in silent resignation. He vowed to never forget the two below, even after their deaths. How brave... What courage... Too bad it will disappear, snuffed out like a candle in the dark. He opened his eyes once more, and watched in surprise.
The two "children" fought the Turan soldiers viciously. They exchanged blows and taunts. The Turan army was verbally as well as physically assaulted. They moved quickly and independently, each taking about half of the men. Dodging sword attacks, they proceeded to jump-kick, trip, push, punch, and kick their way to victory. Soon, too soon, all of the soldiers were lying on the ground, unconscious. The Turan king watched them in a mixture of awe and fury.
Before he could react, the older boy grabbed one of the soldiers and *threw* him at Iltorisha. The Turan king sidestepped the body and cut it down with his sword, slicing the being like a slab of meat. He looked at the boy dangerously.
"Oi, Amaru! Go save the prisoners! I�ll take care of this bozo!" The taller boy, looking both disgusted and angry with Iltorisha for what he did to one of his own men, got in a stance to fight.
"Hai!" The smaller boy ran off, as the Turan king approached the older one.
Just then, the gates of Castle Peshwal were raised. Hundreds of Palsian soldiers ran out, eager in anticipation of their next battle. Each brandished a long, sharp spear in preparation of the blows that were to be exchanged. And they stopped, astonished. For their enemies were already down, all except one.
Knowing that he was severely outnumbered, Iltorisha decided to retreat. He ducked below another punch that the older boy threw at him, then turned, ran to his horse, and rode off to safety.
"Are you abandoning your men, you coward?" screamed the black haired boy. He looked at the astonished Palsian army. "WELL? GO AFTER HIM!" Several of the Palsian soldiers followed the tribal king on feet. Nodding in satisfaction, Owaru turned when he heard voices behind him.
"Well, this was truly an astonishing turn of events," said a smooth voice.
"The Turan army...defeated by children?" A deeper one spoke.
Owaru turned around, ready to battle once more. Instead, he saw one man, in black armor, exchanging looks of amazement with the other, a girl with long brown hair. No, actually, it was a guy, he realized. A very girly-looking guy.
Narcasse and Darun looked at each other. Darun shrugged, questions would be asked later. He kicked his horse and galloped after the Turan king. The prince�s champion fighter shouted to the strategist behind him. "Narcasse, deal with these heroes." The brown-haired man nodded. He looked at the young man, and then glanced at the even younger one.
The younger boy was breaking the chains on the prisoners with his bare hands. He went through them, one by one, breaking the shackles on each, giving a sweet smile, and then moving on. He was adorable, his face a picture of perfect innocence and of perfect beauty.
Owaru watched the girly-guy cautiously. The guy was very pretty, in an androgynous way. His hair was tied and it fell over his right shoulder. Behind him, other weird looking people approached-- one a beautiful raven-haired lady in armor, another, a man in a funky-looking gold helmet. The white dragon got in another fighting stance, in case they were going to try to kidnap him or Amaru.
"We�re frightening him," said the man in the helmet. "There are too many of us." He glanced at the black-haired lady. "Farangis, can you look after the wounded and dead villagers? See if we can save any of them. Get Alfreed and Eram to help you." He looked at Narcasse. "Can you see if we have anywhere to move the wounded to?" Both the girly-guy and the black-haired lady nodded and left.
Arslan slowly approached the other boy. He stopped a few feet from him, smiled, and removed his helmet. Without it, his age became apparent: he was a young boy of fourteen or fifteen. He had light blue hair and deep teal blue eyes. "Thank you for saving so many lives. Iltorisha would have murdered every one of them, had it not been for you and your companion." I can�t believe it. Two people closer to my age than Darun�s took out an entire army. And saved the lives of many in the process. He was overcome with awe and gratitude. How can I possibly thank them...?
"My companion? Oh, you mean my brother." The black-haired teen turned and shouted at the younger boy with brown hair. "Oi, Amaru! Are you done?"
"Almost! It would be a lot faster if you helped me though!"
"No, you�re doing a wonderful job!" Owaru shouted back. "Keep it up!" He turned towards the prince. "No prob, just doing what was right. Our grandpa always told us to do what was right." He looked around and then at Arslan once more. "Do you know where we can get some food? I�m starving. I�m Owaru, by the way. That little bugger is Amaru, my little brother."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Prince Arslan of Palse."
"A prince, really?"
Arslan nodded.
"Naw, you couldn�t be. Princes don�t exist."
The future ruler of Palse�s eyes widened at the words. He watched the other boy in astonishment.
"You know, like fairies." Upon seeing the other boy�s face, however, Owaru hesitated.
"Uh...right?"
"You...do not believe that princes exist?"
"Um...of course I do! I was joking! HA HA HA!"
Arslan smiled politely. He was very confused.
"By the way...er Prince...have you seen a good-looking guy in his late teens, brown hair, brown eyes? Or a guy as tall as this," he raised his arm above his head, "with blue-black hair?"
The young prince shook his head in a gesture of denial.
"No? How about a very beautiful girl, with dark brown hair and aqua eyes?"
"No, I am sorry."
"That�s ok. Looks like we still have a while to go." He grinned at Amaru, who joined them. "Good job Amaru. When Aniki hears about this, he�ll reward you big time!"
The younger boy laughed in delight. He was beautiful, Arslan realized. With golden hair and gray-blue eyes. And while watching them as Owaru hugged Amaru and messed with his hair, Arslan felt a pang of jealousy. Amaru has such a wonderful sibling to look after him. A companion who watches over him, plays with him, and protects him. A brother. I have no one...the closest person to that role would be Darun...He stopped himself, and cleared his mind, afraid of the direction that his thoughts had been headed. He smiled at the two brothers. "You two will both be rewarded," he promised. "Would you like to come in and get something to eat?"
Amaru nodded his head enthusiastically. He looked at Owaru. "It�s ok, right?"
Owaru nodded. "We did good, Amaru." He high-fived his brother. "By the way, this is Prince Arslan. Prince, this is Amaru."
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Me, too," said the younger boy. "A prince, really? Wow." He whispered to Owaru. "Do princes exist?"
"This one does," Owaru whispered back. "Just play along."
They were in the banquet hall, dining. The wounded and prisoners were in Narcasse and Farangis� capable hands. For now, Arslan�s current concern was the two strange boys before him. He found them...oddly fascinating. Not fascinating, but they certainly made him think about things that he usually had no thoughts of. Watching Owaru eat so quickly made him smile. "You certainly are very hungry."
"Yeah, well, the last time I ate was three days ago; some fish by a lake. Anything I caught after that was given to Amaru."
Amaru looked a little shamefaced. "Sorry."
"It�s ok!" His brother grinned and put his arm around his shoulder. "I did it cuz if I didn�t, niisan-tachi would�ve killed me! Besides, you were hungry. Anyway, Amaru."
"?"
"We have plenty of food now, so eat while you can!"
The younger boy nodded and returned to eating. The older boy did the same.
Lord Quishward, the castle�s master and the only other person dining with them, was quietly thinking about the amazing feats that he had seen today. He smiled pleasantly, but said nothing. The only thing the two boys knew about him was his name. He had dark gray hair, gray eyes, a large frame, and a moustache. He looked at the prince. "I will see how my soldiers and nobles are doing, Your Royal Highness. Please excuse me." He bowed and left.
Arslan nodded. That left him alone with the boys, with the exception of servants and Jaswont, who was watching from the shadows of the room. The Shindran ex-assassin did not trust the two boys, and was keeping a close eye in case they tried to attack Arslan.
It was then that Arslan discovered what was bothering him. I�m
so lonely, he realized. I have friends
and protectors, but...it�s not the same. I just realized...I�m not really
close to any of them... except for Darun. But even he...treats me like I�m a
delicate object that might break. With so *much* respect.
I don�t think anyone has every messed with my hair or slapped me on the back
the way Owaru does to Amaru. In fact, I can�t recall the last time anyone
hugged me. My father hates me, or hated me...is he still alive? My mother was
always aloof. I...have...no...one. Brooding
in his thoughts, Arslan kept a false smile on his face and watched the two. He
was used to putting up a front, although inside he felt like crying. I
never realized it before, but now that I�ve met the two...
Amaru glanced in his direction. "Are you okay, Arsl--Prince Arslan?" He glanced at his brother. "That hurt!" he complained in a whisper.
"Even if princes don�t exist, just pretend he is one," whispered Owaru in his ear very quietly.
"Yes, I�m fine, why do you ask?"
"I dunno, you seem kinda sad. Prince."
"..."
The dining hall doors opened, and Darun entered. Behind him followed Narcasse, Farangis, and Alfreed.
Darun bowed before the prince. "It is with my deepest regret, Your Royal Highness, that I must confess that I lost Iltorisha. I chased him until he fell off a cliff. By the time I was below it, he was gone. I followed his tracks until he crossed the river, I could not perceive any other tracks after that."
Prince Arslan nodded. "You have done well, Darun. Feel free to rest or dine with us, if you wish." He looked at the beings behind the black knight.
"All of the wounded had been moved to a temporary infirmary in the castle; with servants left to tend to them. The other captives have been fed and freed. And the Turan soldiers had their wounds dressed and then were put into prison." reported Narcasse. Farangis nodded in agreement. Alfreed watched him with adoration.
Arslan smiled. "Then, for today, our worries are over. Iltorisha will not be able to gather an army for another counterattack so quickly. Join us then, as we dine in celebration." The others nodded, and took seats.
"Well, it appears your company is the astonishing heroes," said Narcasse, the girly-guy with brown hair. He was the master strategist behind all of Prince Arslan�s plans to retake the throne and the soon-to-be Royal Artist, once the throne was restored. Knowing how powerful the two boys before him were, he began to take mental notes for another possible plan.
"Hear that Amaru?" asked Owaru. "We�re heroes!" The two laughed, but did not slow down in their consummation of food.
"What you did today was very courageous and honorable," said Darun.
What am I thinking? Arslan thought. "Darun, Narcasse, Farangis, Alfreed; these two are Owaru and Amaru, the ones who defeated the Turan army today. Owaru, Amaru; these are my friends, allies, protectors, and advisors." An exchange of nods and pleasant smiles was made.
Melain watched the scene before him for a while. He was high up in a tree, looking over Castle Peshwal. The bandit descended the tree in a quick jump, landing softly on the green grass below him. He looked at Guibu and Tsuzuku. "It looks like some kind of battle has taken place. There are bodies all over the front of the castle; men dressed in tribal clothing."
"Really?" They had just arrived before the castle, but
as a precaution, Melain had insisted at seeing if anything was happening at the
castle. He had climbed up the nearest tree before Guibu could protest. Now Guibu
was grateful for the cautious nature of the other. "Let me see," said the
redhead. He also moved up the tree, in a series of amazing flips, landing on a
high sturdy branch, peering from it below. Melain�s
right, some kind of battle took place. He watched as Palsian servants moved
the bodies. But it looks like we�re the
victors. "It�s safe," he reported, when he spotted a figure in black
armor riding towards the castle. Even if
it�s not safe, if Darun is there, then the prince will be taken care of.
Either that, or Darun is rescuing the prince, in which case we will certainly
help him. In any case, Darun�s there, so we will be there. Darun�s presence
means the presence of the prince, Narcasse, Alfreed, and Farangis...
"Are there many bodies?" asked Tsuzuku worriedly from below, as Guibu began descending from the large tree.
"Yes."
Tsuzuku looked concerned. I feel some of my siblings close, but I don�t know if they�re dead, hurt, or in dragon form. Maybe the bodies were caused by the appearance of dragons. Shit. I hope they�re ok. Worry and fear gnawed at him, distorting the perfect features on his face into a frown.
"What�s the matter, Tsuzuku?" Guibu asked, puzzled.
"Nothing. Never mind. Let�s go." I HAVE to know...
"How shall we enter?" Melain asked. "Do we just knock on the gates and parade in?"
I can never tell if he�s being sarcastic or not. He�s way too serious. Guibu nodded. "Something like that. Don�t worry, I know the owner of the castle." If he�s not already dead.
Melain shook his head. "It�s too dangerous. We don�t know what might have happened to them. I�ll stay here with the princess. You two go on ahead. If it is safe, then one of you can come back and let us know."
"First of all," said Guibu, "that�s the most I have ever heard you say. Secondly..." he paused and looked at Tsuzuku. "It�s a good plan, if Tsuzuku does not mind coming along with me." I suppose it�s better to be precautious than to not and suffer the consequences. At the dragon�s shake of head, Guibu nodded. "Very well, then let us carry out Melain�s brilliant cautionary plan." He mounted his horse, where Tsuzuku already sat. "Let�s go!"
The dining continued, although Arslan no longer led the conversation. Darun and Farangis asked conversationally where the two boys originated from, where they learned to fight, and the like, while the boys answered elusively. Narcasse was content in watching them in silence, observing their responses and keeping mental notes. Alfreed was also quiet, alternating between watching Narcasse, the new boys, and her food. Arslan, no longer speaking, was free to dwell on his depressing thoughts and keep them to himself. He listened and watched half-heartedly, while his mind was on other things. I�ve always been lonely. I didn�t realize that until now, when I can see how lonely I am compared to them. Inwardly sighing, he listened once more.
"--fighting mountain bears."
"Really?"
"Really. We live in the dangerous woods, where we fight large, vicious animals every day."
Arslan listened, now with renewed interest and disbelief. They come from the woods?
"And we�re always chased around and that kinda stuff. Isn�t that right, Amaru?"
Amaru looked uncertain. He whispered in Owaru�s ear. "Niisan doesn�t like us lying."
"We�re not going to be here long, anyway. What Aniki doesn�t know can�t hurt him. Would you rather we told the truth? Aniki doesn�t like us revealing ourselves, either," whispered Owaru very quietly into the other boy�s ear. "Besides, we do fight large animals. Remember Fairyland? Remember all those big guys always after us? And we definitely get chased around a lot."
Slowly, the youngest Ryudo nodded. He looked back at the champion and the dark-haired priestess. "And we lift weights every day! And we drink a lot of milk, which is good for your bones!"
They�re lying, thought Arslan. Otherwise Farangis and Narcasse would not look so amused. They would be fascinated. And Darun is suspicious, although he had no reason to be earlier. He�s hiding it well, though... Why are they lying? Do they have something to hide?
"Hey," said Alfreed in sudden realization. Everyone looked at the pretty red-haired teen of the Zogt clan. "Does anyone know where Eram is?"
As if on cue, a young boy around Amaru�s age burst into the room. "Your Highness!" He shouted excitedly. "Prince Arslan! Look who�s coming!" He tripped on the rug and fell on the floor, but got up quickly and excitedly.
A handsome red-haired minstrel walked calmly in the room.
His appearance caused Arslan to rise from his seat. "It�s Guibu! Guibu, you�ve come back!"
The minstrel bowed. "Your Highness. I�ve had such an interesting journey and have much to tell you, My Prince. But first, let me introduce you to--" He was cut off by surprise, as a figure in a dark robe darted around him into the room, ran around the table, and hugged the two dragon brothers.
"Aniki!"
"Niisan!!!!"
"Owaru-kun! Amaru-kun!" Tsuzuku hugged them fiercely, not caring who was watching or what they were thinking. They�re safe. Oh, thank goodness, they�re safe. He was filled with joy and exuberance. He hugged them once more, protectively. If they�re here, then Niisan can�t be too far off with Matsuri. Then we can all go home.
Arslan stared at the newcomer in surprise. His hood had fallen off, revealing a warm, handsome face. He watched as the two boys were hugged by the newcomer and once more, felt alone. No one has ever hugged me like that. Like one was the most important in the world. Like one was special, missed. I wish... He stopped himself. Stop whining and feeling sorry for yourself. You�re a prince; it comes with the crown.
"My Prince, let me introduce you to Tsuzuku, someone I picked up." Guibu watched Tsuzuku, distractedly. He knew those two were here! How could he possibly know? But he did! He knew, and that�s why he came! He looked at the other two boys that Tsuzuku was embracing. Those were the people that he was looking for... He felt a little hurt. He could�ve told me. Now that I think about it, he didn�t tell me anything. I guess he doesn�t trust me...
His name spoken, Tsuzuku, at last, released his brothers reluctantly. He bowed before the prince. "I am honored to make your acquaintance, Your Highness." He looked up at the person he was bowing to and was surprised to see that the prince was but a boy, almost Owaru�s age. This is *the* Prince? Guibu�s eccentric, idealistic prince? He�s so young! Tsuzuku felt thoroughly shocked. His two younger brothers, closer to Arslan�s age that he was, were both still in school! How could anyone so young be at war? The gods in this land are cruel. And with such a face... The prince looked young and gentle. He had kind deep teal eyes and light blue hair. Tsuzuku felt anger at the injustice, sadness, resignation, and another emotion that he could not identify all slowly coming together and growing within him.
The prince smiled. "The pleasure is mine." He...looks familiar...?
"My Lady Farangis, you�re looking well."
"I was." The priestess gave him a cold look, her clear green eyes flashing. "I see that you are as prudent as always, Guibu."
"Your beautiful voice would put even a fantastic minstrel like me out of business." Guibu gave a mock bow, while Farangis deliberately ignored him and went back to eating. Guibu looked at the boy prince. "Your Highness. The Princess Ilina of Maryam would like to know if she might have shelter."
"The princess? She escaped?" Arslan was surprised. I thought the Lusitanians took her, like my mother and father. "By all means, let her in."
Guibu nodded. He looked at Tsuzuku and decided that he would fetch Melain himself. I�ll let Tsuzuku enjoy his reunion. It certainly was much more welcoming for him than it was for me. He left the room without saying another word.
"Owaru-kun, Amaru-kun, where�s Niisan?"
"No idea, Aniki. Was hoping that you were with him."
Tsuzuku shook his head and then noticed that Guibu was leaving. He turned to his brothers. "I�ll be back." Quickly, Tsuzuku followed Guibu out of the room. I thought he would be a little more excited than this. I guess not...?
"Guibu, wait up."
Guibu stopped in his tracks. He looked at Tsuzuku and smiled. "Well, my little lost foundling. I have achieved my obligation to you and brought you to the south, as requested. You have found some of the friends that you were looking for. You have met our beloved ruler, and doubtless he will lend you a room. You may go back to the dining hall and enjoy your reunion. I�ll fetch Melain and the princess. You don�t have to come with me."
Tsuzuku was surprised. Although he hides it well, he seems a little disappointed, almost hurt. Was it because of the dark haired woman? Why did he leave them then, I wonder. He smiled charmingly. "As I told Melain, no human has to do anything. I�m coming with you because I want to, not because I have to."
The musician looked at him, surprised. "Why would you wish to come along? Your friends are waiting for you." The ones you never bothered to tell me about.
"They aren�t the only friends I have here. Melain�s a friend, and so are you." Right?
Guibu suddenly grinned, the words cheering him up. "Then let�s go."
Arslan watched as Tsuzuku ran after Guibu. It disconcerted him, for some reason, although he could not understand why it was bothering him. In the corner of his eye, he saw Narcasse lean over and whisper something to Darun. The Black Knight frowned, then smiled. He looked at the strategist and nodded in agreement. The Palsian prince wondered what it was that had just been exchanged. Something about the newcomers...? He glanced at Owaru and Amaru, who were both still eating. Narcasse must be cooking another plan. I wonder... His thoughts turned to the minstrel, one of his earlier companions. I�m so glad he came back. Does he think that I am a worthy king? He recalled the others reactions. Eram and Alfreed- some of our youngest, seemed really excited. Farangis, was much less enthused. I wonder why. Darun and Narcasse were indifferent, much more interested by the other newcomer, Tsuzuku. His thoughts turned to Owaru and Amaru�s handsome older brother. So, they are still looking for someone else. There was something about Tsuzuku that bothered him, like a hunch of some kind, but he could not quite put a finger on it.
"So, you two are searching for another person?" Narcasse asked the dragon brothers, disturbing Arslan�s thoughts.
"Err...yeah, we lost our eldest brother," said Owaru, saying it so lightly that one might think that he was telling a joke.
"I see. Tell me, do you know these lands very well?"
"...No, not really. Like I said, we come from the woods." Owaru looked uncertain. "Um. Really."
"So the three of you will wander around aimlessly, hoping that you might run into him by chance?" asked Darun, moving in for the kill.
"We have a small idea of where he is," began Owaru.
"South. Niisan�s somewhere south," said Amaru with confidence. "We�ll find him. We�ll find him for sure!"
"Would you like some aid?" asked Narcasse. And Arslan suddenly began to realize what the strategist was doing. He�s trying to convince them to join us, because they�re such powerful fighters! If those two fight that well, then their brother probably does too! The three of them would be able to total armies. The young prince felt a little alarmed. It would be wrong to trick them into joining us. At the same time, he felt a growing excitement. They would be so useful...
"Some aid? What kinda aid?" asked Owaru, skeptical. "You mean, like food and stuff?"
"Among other things," said the strategist smoothly.
"How can you help us?" asked the younger boy. "Don�t you have to sit around and guard this palace?"
"Palace?" asked Alfreed. "This isn�t Prince Arslan�s palace. This is a fortress of one of His Highness� allies." She looked like she was about to say more, but changed her mind.
Narcasse realized that he had to tread carefully. He had to somehow convince the three of them to join, without disobeying ethic laws of the prince or of Farangis. He also had to phrase his words so that they would sound appealing to the youth�s ears. After all, they did not have much to offer. "If you help us, we will help you look for your brother."
"Help you what?"
"Our beloved prince has lost both his father, the king, and the capital of his country to a villainous usurper."
"That�s terrible!" exclaimed Amaru. He looked at the boy prince sympathetically. "You poor thing! You�ve had it so rough," he said, mimicking what Matsuri said to him whenever he had a bad day; and forgetting that he was speaking to a prince.
Arslan watched him in surprise. NO ONE ever spoke to him that way. He smiled, almost liking it a little. Then he started feeling a little guilty. We�re asking three children to risk their lives in a foreign war out of sympathy. They don�t even know how terribly unclose I was to my father...
"That really sucks," said Owaru sympathetically. "You okay?" He asked, dropping the honorifics out of a temporary moment of forgetfulness.
"Of course, His Highness is most distressed over the news, but he is holding up well," cut in Narcasse smoothly. "Prince Arslan hopes to retake the capital, and reclaim his birthright. And all of us are here to support him and aid him in his conquest. Would you also like to join this just cause?"
"The Ryudo brothers are allies of justice!" exclaimed Owaru. "Of...oh wait, hold on, lemme think about this for a second." He glanced at Amaru. "Oi, what do you think?"
"...I don�t know...I think we should ask Tsuzuku-niisan. We don�t really need their help to find Hajime-niisan. But it would probably be easier..." He looked at Owaru and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Niisan, he lost his parents, too. Helping him would be right. But he�s a prince. I don�t see how we can really help a prince." Since Amaru did not really know much about princes other than what was told in stories, he imagined all kinds of idealized things. "He has armies and stuff, doesn�t he?"
"When the capital fell, His Highness lost the country of Palse with it," explained Darun, proving that Amaru was not whispering too quietly after all. "Currently, the only support within its original territory is here, in Castle Peshwal."
"Oh, that�s gotta be tough. You poor kid." Apparently, because they did not believe princes really existed, Owaru and Amaru forgot how to address them properly. Sympathetically, Owaru reached over the table and patted His Highness� royal hand. He appeared to be unaware that what he was doing was considered a crime by the former Palsian king. "But, err...hmm...I don�t know...I have to ask Aniki about this. I don�t think he�d let us."
Narcasse nodded, understanding. "It appears that the minstrel may have some additional uses after all," he whispered quietly to Darun besides him.
"Where are you headed, now that you�ve found some of the friends that you were looking for?" asked Guibu. They were in the stables, preparing to ride back out to the hill to find Melain. He mounted his horse and reached out a hand to help Tsuzuku get on.
"I think we�ll look for my other brother," began Tsuzuku, as he carefully attempted to mount the horse. He slipped and fell forward, in an attempt to not fall off. His cheek brushed against the soft fabric of Guibu�s shirt, as the minstrel caught him before he could fall completely off.
"I see that you still need a few lessons in riding," noted Guibu, amused. "Very well. Then you may take us to Melain." He tightened his arms around Tsuzuku�s waist and pulled the Ryudo onto the horse, in the space before him, allowing Tsuzuku to ride in the front. Cheerfully, he kicked the horse on the side, causing the horse to start trotting, and forcing Tsuzuku to clutch onto the horse�s mane uncertainly.
"Relax," reassured the minstrel. "I�m right behind you, you won�t fall off." The horse trotted out of the stable. "You were saying...?"
I�m going to fall off, I just know it. Tsuzuku kept his cool anyway, as he silently and fervently wished that his yellow car would suddenly fall out of the sky. Oh wait...it was totaled anyway. Inwardly, he sighed. I should get used to riding. He had a terrible feeling that he was going to need to know how. Okay, get a grip on yourself. There is nothing, *nothing* unusual about riding. You just haven�t much experience. Besides, Guibu�s behind you. If you fell, he would catch you. That thought, combined with his self-rationalization chased any remaining fear. I�m a dragon, I can learn to ride a horse. "My other brother. Those two you saw in the castle were my younger brothers, Owaru and Amaru. I guess we�ll start looking for my other brother, Hajime." Because he was concentrating so much on learning how to ride, he began to talk more about himself than he usually did. "I think he�s somewhere south of here."
"I see. And why are you all separated again...?"
Tsuzuku realized that, all in all, he told very little to Guibu about himself. I trust him, but I don�t think I should tell him where we came from. But he did see Owaru and Amaru, so I don�t see how I can avoid this topic any longer. Especially since I dislike lying. "Let�s just say that we lost him."
"Oh." Guibu paused, thoughtfully. They rode in silence for two heartbeats before he spoke again. "Tsuzuku?"
"Yeah?" Don�t ask me where I came from.
"You weren�t really forced upon by some stranger, were you?"
"Well...no."
"I see," said Guibu, feeling like a fool. I didn�t really think that it happened, but at the same time I was afraid that it did.
"I never actually said that I was," pointed out Tsuzuku. "I just said that you couldn�t imagine what happened to me."
"I see. So what did happen to you?"
Here it comes. "I don�t know," he said honestly. I have no idea what I�m doing here or why I�m here, and not in Japan. "I just woke up one day here. I can�t really explain it better than that." Don�t ask me, ask Niisan when we find him. Maybe he knows.
"So the three of you�ll travel south in search of the last sibling?"
"Yes."
"I suppose that means that we�ll part company after this, then. I think I�m going to stay with Prince Arslan." Not that it would really make a difference to him, in terms of power. I haven�t been with him for so long that I doubt my presence would still count. And my absence seems to have pleased Farangis, rather than distress her. I think that maybe I�ll just hang around for a while. If I am still inspired by the prince then, then I�ll stay with him. After all, maybe it wouldn�t be so bad to die for that eccentric, idealistic prince.
"..." How are we going to get to Hajime and Matsuri? Walk? And Guibu�s been very kind to me. His thoughts returned to the minstrel. Maybe he could take us south... "Would you like to come with us? Or does the prince need you?"
The offer�s tempting, but...Guibu thought of Arslan, still fighting so hard to regain his kingdom. And all the other deeds that he had done that indicated that Palse would change forever under his rule. Like emancipating the slaves. Although just one more person is unlikely going to help tip the scales in his favor, one more person wouldn�t harm his side either. "I doubt that the prince would need me, per se. But His Highness does need all the help he can get in order to regain his kingdom. And if he does become king, it�ll be interesting to see how Palse would change under his rule."
"What are his chances of winning?"
"Originally, very, very, very small. We�re up against a bunch of religious fanatics known as the Lusitanians. Now that we have Quishward�s men, Narcasse, and Darun, not to mention our unreliable ally Lejendra; I�d say our chances are fair, at best. We still have many other enemies." Like Princess Ilina�s beloved, Prince Hermes.
Tsuzuku thought of the young prince he met. He seemed really nice. He thought of war and the chances that either Guibu or the prince had at coming out of it alive. If we helped, they would probably win. It was a frightening thought, that the presence of him and his family could so easily tip the scales in Arslan�s favor. But as much as I like Guibu, that�s still no reason to jump randomly into a war that I know nothing about. Arlsan may be a terrible ruler that oppresses his people; I need more facts before I can make a wise, well-informed decision. Besides, I�m not the leader of the family. Niisan is. We have to ask him. He said nothing, and they continued to ride in silence.
They approached the hill where they left the mountain bandit and found him looking out for possible enemies from one of the branches of the tree. He nodded at them and descended.
"Don�t worry, Melain. The castle is in no danger. In fact, Prince Arslan, himself, as well as your younger sister, are both in residence." Guibu smiled. "Ready to go?"
The faintest of smiles flickered on the mountain bandit�s usual expressionless face. He nodded once more, acknowledging that the minstrel�s words. He then cast his wide set dark eyes and glanced around once more, his brief smile turning slightly upside down.
"What�s wrong?"
The bandit hesitated before he spoke. "There has been someone whose presence has caused me to draw my bow more than once...a suspicious elderly being who carries a rather large staff. I noticed him walking near the castle a few times, but never actually entering. But he doesn�t appear to be around right now..."
"Really? I saw no one. Besides, I doubt one old man would attempt to attack three healthy, young, and handsome people, such as ourselves, simply to attack one small carriage." The minstrel tapped the dragon lightly on his shoulder. "Did you see anyone?"
The Ryudo shook his head.
"The castle isn�t far from here. We�ll make it there as swiftly as the winter winds." Guibu glanced at the bandit, his eyes glinting and his mouth twitching in amusement. "Or, if you wish, we can race there, for reassurance that we�re out of danger." His eyes flickered once in Tsuzuku�s direction, and then returned to Melain.
Recalling what a terrible rider Guibu�s companion was, Zogt member nodded his head solemnly. "The sooner we get there, the better."
Tsuzuku held onto the mane even tighter.
"In any case, Your Highness, the Turan army does still exist," noted the strategist to the prince. "What Iltorisha brought over was but a small fraction of his army. We drove them away, but only for now. They are still a threat, and if they team up with the Lusitanians, then we are done for. I must go think upon another plan. If you will, I'll take my leave." At the prince's nod, the androgynous man gracefully rose from his seat and left to contemplate.
"My Liege." Darun bowed once towards the prince and left to follow Narcasse. His knowledge of the numbers and the strength�s of the armies made him essential for forming practical plans.
Arslan watched the two leave and wondered, for the first time, who Darun felt closer to; Narcasse or himself. Probably Narcasse. The two of them have a long history together, even before Narcasse was banished from court for his ideas on slavery. I never knew Narcasse well...in fact, I didn't really get to know Darun until *after* Narcasse left. With his best friend vanished, the knight had no other close companion to spend his pastimes with. Inwardly, he sighed. Then he caught himself. Why am I feeling so miserably lonely? Why now, after I've endured this for so long? My father looks at me with loath, disgust, and contempt. My mother only smiles at me in my dreams; in the day she barely notices that I'm alive. I never had any companions my age to play with; all the other noble children were either too old or too young. I was never "allowed" to play with servants... Although with my father gone, I do take many exceptions to that rule. He glanced at Eram, the ex-slave of Narcasse and one of his closer friends, and smiled to himself.
Eram was chatting with the brothers. After his excited announcement, he had rewarded himself by joining them at the table, seating himself next to Alfreed. Then, he had noticed that they were eating with the heroes who saved the day. Now, his meal grew cool, as all he did was talk to them. His voice was rich with admiration as he discussed their deeds. "I can't believe you guys stopped that jerk Iltorisha, just like that! Bam! You throw a body at him and he dodges, cutting his OWN man down in the process! Wow, you two were great!"
Amaru smiled adorably, cheek to cheek. He wasn't used to having admirers, but since this boy was closer to his age than anybody else so far, with the exception of the prince, he was glad to have a potential friend. "It was just the two of us, too," he said modestly.
"Stop acting like such an excited idiot," whispered Alfreed to Eram. "It's not that big of a deal."
Arslan glanced at her and realized that she was trying to act mature and poise to make a good impression on the newcomers. Trying to be like Farangis...? Although I can tell that she�s as enthused as Eram. Arslan hid another smile. Eram's excitement is contagious, however, and I see that she�s also watching them in admiration.
The blue-haired ex-slave ignored her. He looked at Arslan and gave him a wide grin. "Did you see, Your Highness?" he looked back at the Ryudos. "Will you teach me someday how to fight as good as you?"
"I don't see why not," said the older Ryudo. The boy's talk reminded him of his younger brother, so he was starting to take a liking to him.
"How long are you guys gonna stay?"
"Erm...no idea." The elder Ryudo glanced at his brother uncertainly. "Probably until our brother comes back."
"Oh." The former slave looked disappointed for a minute and then looked at the prince with renewed enthusiasm. "Can you believe Guibu's back? And with a princess, no less!"
The blue-haired prince smiled. "I know. I am very grateful for his return."
"I cannot imagine why," said the beautiful raven-haired priestess, startling everyone by finally joining the conversation."That rogue left us, if you recall. He simply left. He has no sense of loyalty or faith whatsoever."
Arslan stared at her, as astonished as Eram and Alfreed. Could it be? Was she actually *hurt* when he left...? No...as everyone knows, much to Guibu's disappointment, nothing ever happened between the two. Right? "Well, I understand why he left. He despises nobility because he doesn't think that they could ever understand the plight of the common man. Perhaps his return means that I am finally worthy of his respect," said the prince hopefully.
"Your Highness, you have been, and always will be, worthy of his respect." Farangis said heatedly, which was very out of character for her. "If anything, he is not worthy of such high respect from you. Common man? Guibu was never an ordinary man. He courts and worships any female of beauty, sle--" Farangis cut herself off, realizing that she was on the verge of *scolding* the future ruler of Palse for respecting one of his former companions! She bowed her head slightly. "Forgive me, Your Highness. The events of today have taken a toll upon my nerves."
Arslan watched her, still slightly amazed. "There is nothing to forgive..." he began. Inwardly, his thoughts were racing. She said very little the first few days after he left...but then again, she never usually did anyway. As I recall, when Guibu was standing on the balcony, the night that he left, she told him that he would never stop talking and to just leave. I didn't think anything of it...I was too distraught that one of my original six allies left.Of course, the only reason that Guibu joined in the first place was because of Farangis... Frantic movements that he saw in his peripheral vision interrupted his thoughts. What--? He looked at first at Eram, who was making the movements, then at the direction that the dark-haired boy was trying to indicate.
Leaning against the door silently stood the minstrel. His face was expressionless. Upon making eye contact with the young prince, he gave a small, brief smile and then bowed. Gracefully, he turned and opened the door, stepping aside as people began to enter. First was Lord Quishward, with a pensive look on his face. The older lord entered the room quickly and moved to stand near the prince. Next, a middle-aged woman walked in, her arm guiding a beautiful, richly dressed blonde. The latter's eyes were closed, as if having them opened was useless. The princess...!
Moved in small, graceful steps, the beautiful woman stopped before the prince and gave a graceful curtsey as the minstrel began speaking. "Your Highness, I am pleased to present to you Her Royal Highness, Princess Ilina of Maryam and her maid Jovana."
The young prince bowed in return, hiding his surprise. How long has Guibu been standing near the door? Did he hear what Farangis said? Gods, I hope not... The door opened once more, and Arslan looked at the source.
Following the princess walked in a silent young man, dressed in blue and red. He had wide set eyes and dark maroon hair. From behind him, Arslan became aware of a small gasp from the table, but he was uncertain of who gave it. "And this is her escort, Melain of the Zogt clan," continued the minstrel, who was still giving introductions. The Zogt clan...?
The last person to enter the room was the older brother of Amaru and Owaru. Still dressed in a dark robe, he gave a slight bow in the direction of the prince, who felt his heart quicken in its rhythmic pace. I think his name was Tsuzuku, right...? The royal blue eyes watched as the last guest moved to stand behind the minstrel. Inside, Arslan felt a small knot of emotions form in his stomach. Uncertain of why, he ignored them and tried to concentrate on the task at hand.
Waiting another two heartbeats before he felt ready, he spoke with a forced smile. "I am honored to be in your company once again, Princess Ilina." Why do I feel so nervous? Concentrate, concentrate. "You and your company are all most welcome here in Castle Peshwal." Oh gods, my mind is blank. I can�t think of anything else appropriate to say. His thoughts turned to the beauty before him. How long has it been since I last spoke to the princess?I think the last time I saw her was when I was a child of seven...She certainly has grown lovelier."You are free to stay as long as you wish." I hope Quishward doesn�t mind...but what else am I supposed to say?
"Thank you, Prince Arslan. It has been a long time, has it not?" The beautiful girl smiled fondly in memory. "As I last recall, your voice was much younger."
"It was the small squeak of a child, you mean." His stomach settled and Arslan felt once more in control. His mind concentrated on buried memories and his blue eyes sparkled as he recalled them with nostalgia. Nostalgia of the carefree days of his youth. Then he remembered why she was here. The Lusitanians... The expressive eyes clouded in worry. "I am very sorry to hear about what happened to Maryam, Princess."
The princess nodded sadly. "The castle was taken. I am uncertain of the fate of the king and queen of Maryam, although I fear the worst. My Prince, do you know the whereabouts of your cousin, Lord Hermes?"
Arslan stared at her, shocked. "No, I am afraid not," he lied. Look how hopeful she is. I can�t... Try as he might he was not able to bring himself to tell her that the person behind all of the Lusitanian plans *was* Silver Mask, his cousin. Probably including the plot against Maryam...I can�t tell her...why is she looking for him anyway?
The princess appeared crestfallen. She bowed to hide her expression. "If I may then, Your Highness, I wish to rest."
The prince glanced at Quishward, who nodded. The latter bowed. "Your Highness, I am Lord Quishward of Peshwal. Allow me to escort you to your room." Taking Jovana gently by the other arm, he guided both out of the room.
Arslan looked at Melain. "My thanks for escorting Her Highness. Did she promise any rewards to you?" He watched for the bandit�s response. Inside, he felt worried. I hope she didn't expect us to reward him...our supplies are low enough. But with her kingdom gone, how could she reward him? He did do a great service, however, so he *should* be awarded...I guess we can do nothing more than provided him with a horse, like Kubard. Unless he already has a horse.
"The Zogt clan helps where help is needed." The bandit bowed before the prince, relieving his anxiety with his words. "Princess Ilina is blind, so I simply served as her eyes for a moment." He looked up, past Arslan, towards another guest at the dining hall table. "In any case, Your Highness, no reward is necessary, as I have also fulfilled my goal while accompanying the princess."
"Melain!" With the princess gone, Alfreed could contain her excitement no longer. She stood up quickly, startling Eram and almost knocking her chair over in the process. Swiftly, she ran across the room, until she was soon embracing the bandit. The hug was brief, but Arslan once again felt a pang of envy more than surprise. Even Alfreed has someone. Is this room only good for dining and reunions? Slowly, the prince sat back down in his chair, feeling a little sad. His thoughts changed abruptly when he saw what she did next.
"Melain!" Alfreed smacked her brother on the head. "What are you doing here? Didja hear? Our ol� man is dead! I didn't think that you made it either!" She grabbed her brother by the shoulder and shook him hard. "I was SO worried!" Giving him two more shakes, as if making her worried was his fault, she threw her arms around his neck. "I�m so glad that you�re alive!"
"Likewise, little sister." Melain hugged her back, giving the most sincerest, longest, and happiest smile that Tsuzuku and Guibu have ever seen appear upon his face. He released her gently, and stepped back to take a good look at her. She looked healthy as ever. In fact, she appeared to have taken better care of herself than he did of himself. "How did you escape? Did you see who killed our father?"
"I was rescued by Prince Arslan�s brave strategist, Lord Narcasse." She looked around the room to point him out, recalled that he had left, and gave up. "Our father was murdered by a man named Silver Mask."
"...Silver Mask?" Recalling a previous conversation, Melain changed the subject. "Have you met a man with a scar over one eye? He said that he was headed here."
"Kubard? Yeah, sure I met him. He�s out in one of the other rooms right now, feasting on wine."
"Did he tell you why I was looking for you?"
"No. Because you care, right?"
"Right. And because the village is being built up again. Everyone believes that you should be the next chieftain."
"..." Alfreed looked down for a moment, her long red hair covering her eyes. She looked up again, at her older brother. "I�m sorry, Melain. I have chosen a different path now."
Melain nodded, looking sadly to the side. At the tug on his sleeve, he followed his sister to a seat at the table. He was quiet, looking thoughtful, while Arslan beckoned to a servant to bring him a meal. It is, after all, thought the prince. The least I can do.
"That�s it!? Aren�t you going to try to talk her out of it???" Eram demanded.
"My brother knows when I�ve made up my mind." Alfreed stuck her tongue out at the ex-servant, greatly irritating him.
"Ooohhh...I�ll get you for that..." The dark-skinned boy�s face fell into that of anger. He gritted his teeth, his expression causing Arslan to smile in amusement. Alfreed and Eram are so lively. I would be sad to see them go. He glanced at the male mountain bandit. Alfreed�s older brother. I guess...since Alfreed won�t do it...that he will become the next chieftain. He smiled to himself. It is kind of peaceful, though, just eating and talking with everyone. One could almost forget that we are fighting a war. The prince smiled at Melain. "Please, enjoy a meal with us." He glanced across the room, at the minstrel and the oldest dragon, both of whom were still standing against the wall near the door. "Guibu, Tsuzuku. Please feel free to seat yourselves and join us as well."
Guibu looked at Tsuzuku. The red dragon moved to seat near his younger brothers. The minstrel moved to sit near the prince, One of the few people that actually seemed happy to see me again. He smiled at the sky blue-haired young man, who smiled back. Yes...Arslan is one of the few people who is actually worth dying for. What a strange being. He suddenly recalled why he was looking for the prince. "Your Highness, I have some very interesting news." He glanced at Melain, and realized that telling Arslan about his encounter with Silver Mask at Mount Demavont may cause the bandit to lose his trust to him. After all, the princess is in love with that mad man. As far as Melain knows, I never met Silver Mask, since I did not mention that I did so to him. So, I�ll tell the prince later. He looked back at the prince. "But I will relate the news when our strategist is here, for I believe that he will find this interesting as well."
Arslan nodded, wondering why Guibu did not just speak it now. Ah well, waiting for Narcasse would probably be best. "Welcome back, Guibu. I am pleased that you have joined us again."
"Why thank you, Your Highness," said the redhead, pleased at the prince�s words. "I am honored to serve your company once more." Guibu grinned. "By the way," the minstrel indicated in Tsuzuku�s direction, "I took the liberty of promising Tsuzuku lodging for a few days. I had...come to the conclusion that he had been... harmed. May we give him and his siblings a room and bed?"
"That was a little presumptuous, don't you think? Of course, I suppose that I do not find it too out of Guibu's character to offer a bed to any handsome traveling companions that he picks up," said the priestess. Realizing that she spoke out loud, Farangis looked slightly ashamed. "Forgive me, minstrel. That comment was uncalled for."
Everyone else simply stared. That was cold, thought Arslan. Uncannily low... And for FARANGIS?! I'm shocked beyond belief. She's so...cold...so distant...It's starting to show in what she's doing... and she *never* talked that way before.
Sure, there were some harmless banter that she had exchanged with Guibu, butnever has she said anything like that before...at least not in my presence. It made the prince wonder how many more sides everyone had to them that they took care not to show him.
Could it BE any more obvious that I am no longer welcome here? Guibu thought sadly. How am I supposed to respond to that? "My Lady," he began. He gave an extremely pleasant smile, not showing at all the true state of his mind. "How perceptive of you! You are, actually, completely correct," the minstrel said to everyone's disbelief. "In Tsuzuku's case, however, I must note the fact that the brilliant looking boy IS a boy..." He held onto his deceptive smile, hiding his true emotions beneath it. "And I only offer MY bed to beautiful females, such as yourself..."
Arslan felt himself beginning to blush. This conversation is starting to get rather embarrassing. He glanced around, and found Eram and Alfreed reacting the same way. Both the ex-slave and the Zogt woman looked like they wish that they weren�t there. Melain, on the other hand, looked unimpressed. On the other side of the table, Owaru was covering Amaru's ears, while Tsuzuku looked more troubled than embarrassed. Why is he worried?thought Arslan. Could it be...he was hoping that Guibu actually...went ...for ...boys?This troubled the prince, although he was unaware of why. Arslan looked back at the priestess, in a morbid curiosity to find out how she would respond.
Farangis herself appeared stunned into silence. She found Guibu staring at her, his mesmerizing dark eyes watching her every move. Uncertain of how to respond, she simply said, flatly, "Not interested."
For a minute, nothing more was said. The silence grew uneasy and tense. Arslan felt even more uncomfortable, wishing that something would happen. He watched the redhead. Suddenly, Guibu slapped his knee and gave a loud, hearty laugh. His voice was rich, and upon hearing it, the tension eased. "That was a good one," he laughed. "I should never match wits with you, I'd never win!" The laughing minstrel looked at the former slave boy. "Eram," said the minstrel, solemnly, his laughter dying out, "Please kick me the next time I ever attempt anything like this again."
"Gladly," agreed the dark-haired boy enthusiastically; a little too enthusiastic for the minstrel�s tastes.
"Oh, oh, oh! Can I kick you too?" asked Alfreed.
"Hmm...I don't know, I think you have to ask your big brother," laughed the minstrel merrily. Inside, he felt miserable and hurt. Externally, however, since he was used to being careful on which emotions to show, it appeared as if he was shrugging the last few words off. Since he seemed uncaring of what was said, everyone else let the matter drop.
Eager to change the subject, Arslan looked at Tsuzuku. "Have you heard of the grand deeds that your brothers have accomplished today?"
"Umm...no..." Tsuzuku looked his younger brothers, who were all now grinning ear to ear.
"They bravely defended a large group of villagers from death by the Turan army."
"Really?" Tsuzuku looked at his brothers, impressed and worried at the same time. I can�t exactly scold them for getting involved...but still...I don�t know if I like it. "Good job," he told them anyway. They did save lives...for that I guess we should let this slide. I still don�t like them getting involved with something that they know nothing about, though.
"Hehehe. Niisan, does that mean that you'll treat Owaru and me to the movies next time?"
"I didn't say that..."
"So, for both cases..." Arslan looked at the oldest Ryudo. "On behalf of Guibu," he looked at the two younger brothers "and on behalf of the villagers, the three of you will certainly be given lodging." He looked at the bandit. "And on behalf of the princess and your sister, Melain, you will be given lodging as well."
Narcasse entered the room with Darun, just as the prince finished speaking his words. "Your Highness," stated Arslan�s most loyal fighter. He smiled at the master strategist and then looked back at the prince. "Narcasse has come up with a brilliant plan to eliminate the Turan army."
The effeminate man took a seat and began to explain the details to the eager audience.