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Moonlit Blade
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The King of Dys'Mariy stood atop his palace, hands behind his back, as he stared off in the distance. He was a powerfully built man, once a Knight of the Dragoons. His ascension to the throne had been a difficult one, all those years ago, which made him cherish it all the more. As a child, he had been adopted by the previous King, since his wife had been unable to bear children. As he grew up, the King had named him his heir, and when he died, other family members tried to take the throne from him. In the end, he had won.
King Brem stood, waiting for his faithful Knights, the Knights whom he had called for personally, to arrive. The sun was high in the sky, signaling midday. As he waited to meet his Knights here, he noticed a dark silhouette cross from above. The only Knight summoned to live in that part of his country, Len and his Drahkaar arrived first, landing on the roof of his palace, where he stood. As Len dismounted he quickly checked his Drahkaar, then turned and walked over to King Brem, and dropped to one knee, right fist over heart and left hand resting on the hilt of his rapier.
"My King, I have arrived as you called," Len said, as the King signaled him to rise.
"Sir Len, you arrived sooner than I expected."
"Of course, my King! One can never be too early for his Majesty's call." Truthfully, Len was curious as to what was so important that the King himself had written and signed the letter. All that was mentioned in the letter was that it had something to do with the country's security and the impending war, but it stated nothing further, aside from the common pleasantries expected from in a letter.
"Do not worry," the King said, as if reading Len's mind, "I will tell you why it is I summoned you once the other Knights arrive."
"Other Knights?"
"Yes. I summoned Dame Esmarelda, Dame Persephone, and Sir Illyrin. They should be arriving shortly."
"I... do not know of them. I've heard of them by name, only."
"Dame Esmarelda is a Pegasus Knight, Dame Persephone a Liger Knight, and Sir Illyrin a Roc Knight."
"Ah, none are Dragoon Knights, then. It explains why I do not know more of them, since they did not come from my Knight's Order."
"Yes. Now, if you will, I shall take my leave," the King said. "If you could, wait for Dame Esmarelda and Sir Illyrin here? I shall have my steward wait for Dame Persephone below. I will send my steward for you all when it is time, and meet you in the meeting hall. Once the other three arrive, feel free to enjoy the palace's hospitality." With that, the King nodded and turned, entering the palace through a door.
"Huh. Well, this will be an important mission, don't you think Treig?" As usual, Treig gave an annoyed shake of his head, his nostrils flaring as a small burst of smoke puffed out. Laughing, Len patted his partner's head. "Now now, don't be like that!"
King Brem stood, waiting for his faithful Knights, the Knights whom he had called for personally, to arrive. The sun was high in the sky, signaling midday. As he waited to meet his Knights here, he noticed a dark silhouette cross from above. The only Knight summoned to live in that part of his country, Len and his Drahkaar arrived first, landing on the roof of his palace, where he stood. As Len dismounted he quickly checked his Drahkaar, then turned and walked over to King Brem, and dropped to one knee, right fist over heart and left hand resting on the hilt of his rapier.
"My King, I have arrived as you called," Len said, as the King signaled him to rise.
"Sir Len, you arrived sooner than I expected."
"Of course, my King! One can never be too early for his Majesty's call." Truthfully, Len was curious as to what was so important that the King himself had written and signed the letter. All that was mentioned in the letter was that it had something to do with the country's security and the impending war, but it stated nothing further, aside from the common pleasantries expected from in a letter.
"Do not worry," the King said, as if reading Len's mind, "I will tell you why it is I summoned you once the other Knights arrive."
"Other Knights?"
"Yes. I summoned Dame Esmarelda, Dame Persephone, and Sir Illyrin. They should be arriving shortly."
"I... do not know of them. I've heard of them by name, only."
"Dame Esmarelda is a Pegasus Knight, Dame Persephone a Liger Knight, and Sir Illyrin a Roc Knight."
"Ah, none are Dragoon Knights, then. It explains why I do not know more of them, since they did not come from my Knight's Order."
"Yes. Now, if you will, I shall take my leave," the King said. "If you could, wait for Dame Esmarelda and Sir Illyrin here? I shall have my steward wait for Dame Persephone below. I will send my steward for you all when it is time, and meet you in the meeting hall. Once the other three arrive, feel free to enjoy the palace's hospitality." With that, the King nodded and turned, entering the palace through a door.
"Huh. Well, this will be an important mission, don't you think Treig?" As usual, Treig gave an annoyed shake of his head, his nostrils flaring as a small burst of smoke puffed out. Laughing, Len patted his partner's head. "Now now, don't be like that!"