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[Light]

" I sentance him... To three weeks of cleaning the stables when I get our castle back," he stands up unsteadily.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Suuure~" Martin slurs suddenly thudding onto his side, as out cold as a rock

[Light]

Albus shivers and grips his throat. The begins in his neck constrict and he swallows deeply, one after another before he starts to examine their surroundings.

[CrimsonMoon]

The area around them was more thickly wooded then when they first entered the jungle, in fact, there seemed to be no civilization at all except for small foot prints in the softest of the soil," Your friend is a suprisingly benevolent demon.." The soft voice murmurs

[Light]

"He's always... been like that," Albus softly says in a complaining tone, "Ever since... when did I meet him? It was so long ago, and I was little..."

[CrimsonMoon]

The voice chuckles," Well... You are mych closer to me then you were minutes ago... Just keep going South.."

[Light]

He looks at Martin and laughs softly, "Alright, I'll be there with this one soon..." He kisses the tips of his fingers, closing his eyes.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Sleep off the spell, it exhausts your mortal soul as well as your body," the voice murmurs, somethig soft like a hand brushes his cheek," You're still being tested prince.. Do not let your guard down."

[Light]

"MmM." he nods his head slightly, "I know. Don't worry so much," he smiles weakly, not seeming to be as into laughter as he was just last night.

[CrimsonMoon]

" He will return, after all... He's a demon, they always return whether you like it or not," the voice muses softly

[Light]

"Isn't that the truth?" He agrees sitting back down. "Hope he knows where he dumped us."

[CrimsonMoon]

" He most likely does... Or he'd be useless," The soft smell of jasmine and other wild flowers tickles his nose and a soft hand ran through his hair," It's odd how you are the youngest of your group yet you are the most poeerful The voice seems gentle it'd be easy just to lie down and sleep forever wrapped in the smell of flowers

[Light]

His eyelids droop, and his shoulders relax as he bows his head, "I don't claim, or try to be powerful,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" But you are, so you must deal with it," the voice murmurs

[Light]

He puts a hand on his throat, the air behind him shifting like a small breeze, "I do everyday."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then do what you always do, yes?" The voice muses softly, the hands untying his ponytail and shifting her/his hand through his hair softly

[Light]

"Yeah..." He mumbles, his head nodding a bit as the hands run through his hair. "I understand."

[CrimsonMoon]

" But now is thw time for rest, not scheming, not plotting, not war," the voice murmurs softly

[Light]

"If you say so, then I guess it must be," he agrees reluctantly. He didn't want to sleep... but his body and mind demanded for it. They both needed it.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then sleep... Unless you want another song?" The viice chuckles