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[CrimsonMoon]

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Prime Minister Nguyen Vo Giap had broken the Kingdom of Nite on half. The North occupied by his vast forces, placing the King and Queen under his boot though the south remained peaceful and untouched... Until that night. The night the Prime Minister crossed into the South and destroyed thousands of miles of lands and lives...

" Giap's cavalry have already taken the main gates of the city your majesty! Please retreat!!" A chancelor pleaded within the throne room, bowing apologetically over and over," Your majesty, i beg of you!!"

[Light]

"I cannot," a strong voice said from upon the stairs. He never sat on the throne, not since he had fled here with a majority of his people when his parents were captured. Brazen blue eyes looked above, his light brown hair in a wild mess from the tempest winds blowing in through the halls from battle, and the raging storm that had brewed outside. "--leave my people, my friends, my companions here to die while I flee." Reaching in the sleeves of the dark blue robe, he pulls out a few slips of paper.

[CrimsonMoon]

" But your majesty-!!" The old chancelor cries

" ENOUGH," a strong voice growls, a large bear of a man with firey red hair and a huge beard that seemed as if it was smoking appeared," Albus... My friend.. Listen to the old fart fer once..."

" Aye," A softer voice murmurs, a boy with black hair hanging from the rafters, his eyes covered by bandages,"... Listen to your people... They are dying Albus... They are dying to protect you."

[Light]

His hand trembles and lowers, "...if that... If that is what you would ask of me... Then I will..." He slides his hands back under his sleeves, breathing out through his nose heavily. "I will leave." Albus swings his head up and looks out down the hall, "...Where will I go?"

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy in the rafters slides down as smoothely as a snake," South, Martin said there is a last fort we can hole up for a while longer before going into the southern most frontier," The boy crouches next to his friend," We can't flee to the other kingdoms or we risk bring the Minister's wrath down on them too,"

Martin, the firey bearded giant glances toward the front of the palace when an explosion shakes it," C'mon!" He snaps, hefting his huge double bladed battle axe," We gotta 'nough fightin' to worry about!!"

[Light]

"South then," Albus agrees with a quick nod of his head, "We take nothing other than what we have now. Lets move," he maneuvers behind the throne, pushing in one of the many stones. The wall creaks and opens, the dark passage way before them unlit and untested.

[CrimsonMoon]

Martin glares back at the front of the palace, you could see the flames smoldering in his beard sputter a bit fiercer as if his anger was burning.

The black haired boy slides ahead, disappearing quickly," Sorry this has to be like this Albus, but... Remember that hugs cliff covered in writing back at the capital?" His voice was soft, Margo had always been quiet and cool, his personality fitting because of his role as the demon of glass and ice.

[Light]

"Yeah, I remember that..." He answers. Treading after Margo, Albus looks over his shoulder mourningly, "Cøme on Martin," he calls.

[CrimsonMoon]

Martin finally lumbers after them, a torch flickering to life as the passageway closed behind them, thechancelor having drawn his sword...

Margo carries the torch and murmurs," There was a legend a read of there of an army of ancient heroes that was controlled by a holy flute im the southern most coast of our lands... A spirit guards it though and.. The rest of the story was eroded away," He frowns and glances back," We should try it."

" Ye believe in such fanciful legends and yer life'll be mothin' buta fairytale!!" Martin growls in disdain, picking up jars and stuffing them into an ancient sack as they walk down the cooridor

[Light]

Albus solemnly shakes his head, "A flute?" He murmurs softly, "Our fate has come to do that, Martin. We have nothing else. No kingdom will come to our aid, we must make use of every opportunity we are given." He sheds the royal robe, the white shirt and pants underneath plain and flexible. "We need to make distance, put as many miles between us and the army."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Its called the frontier for a reason, Prince," Margo murmurs," But... I believ we'll be able to get horses from behind the city.."

[Light]

"If its overrun, we better not chance it," he sighs, his fire-glazed eyes seeming burned out, "lets see then,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Martin just growls playfully at Margo," Demons don't NEED goddamn horses!!"

" f*** you Martin, I'm not lugging you two around on my back," Margo growls, hurrying on, his hair changing to shards of glass and ice the disingrated when the shards dropped on his back

Another blast shakes the whole earth aroud them, Martin growling

[Light]

Albus just rolls his eyes at the twos antics, "You two are as bad as newlyweds."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Margo honey, can you make me a sandwich later?" Martin cooes

" f*** off!" The demon snaps but chuckles, puhing aside hundred year old cob webs

[Light]

A snort leaves the young princes mouth, and he covers his nose from the dust that had begun to rise from their intrusion in the hallway, "Can you see how much farther we have in this blasted tunnel?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" A few hours, Albus, just wrap a hankerchief around your nose," Margo rolls his luminescent blue eyes, his ever changing hair seeming to glow faintly

Martin curses and grumbles beneath his breath.

[Light]

He makes a small face, "You know I don't carry those things around," he waves a couple pieces of paper, the thin slips glowing a light blue, as if illuminated by fox fire.

[CrimsonMoon]

Margo rolls his shoulders, frowning,"... Any way about the flute-"

" Not this shite!" Martin moans, cursing when he hits his head on a low beam

[Light]

"Yes, Martin, that shit. We're gonna go check it out at the least," Albus trudges forward, stepping over a fallen hunk of wood.