Time : Pure Hearts (The Past)Place: AlusaLucius's boots made an echoing sound against the floor with each step he took, staining the sparkingly clean floor with mud and blood. His gaze was fixed on the bed at the center of the room where his father laid. From where he stood, he could only see the cloth covering and the pillows but not who laid on the bed. He dropped his weapons one after the other making them clank loudly against the floor and finally he got to his father's bedside. He knelt down at his sick father's feet, dropped the golden specter that wieghed a ton and touched his forehead against his father's bony legs while he held them in his blood-filled hands, smearing them with it."You will never have my blessings." Adreno's feeble voice broke his train of thought. Lucius stood up with a straight face and stared at his father's sulkened one. He had become so sick that his skin looked like a withering flesh covering his bones.So sick and so old...Adreno stared at his son

Rider skillfully and quickly got their horses off the road. They had to get out of the village quickly. They had to find another way still. Diamant and Grandpa made it out of the carriage and to the horses in an instant, Grandpa joined Rider on one and Diamant on the other. They disconnected the carriage quickly, their luggages will slowed them down and they had to make it out of this alive.As their horses galloped in the opposite direction, they could hear the war drums booming in the air, people shouting, animals busting through the fire that was rapidly taking over the village and swords clashing against one another. The smell of blood and dread filled the air.This was one bloody night.They were about to arrive at the small river which the horses would gallop across to the other side, when arrows were shot at them. "Look out!" Diamant called to her Grandpa, her scream deafening. Now they had to find another way. If they still decide to go across the river, it wouldn't be save,

The journey to Alusa took days and now they approached the Great Walls of Alusa. The clothes worn by the people captured had turned into rags. They spent days journeying on foot with their legs and hands chained together making them all connected as they journeyed across dry land and mud, pushed carriages from the mud and worked tirelessly. If there was any sigh of tiredness from anyone of them then the person was sure to get whipped back into action. Becoming a slave was a really sorrowful thing. They all had to fight for the leftover thrown at them, it was all about the survival of the fittest. As there wasn't enough food and the one thrown at them had to be greatly fought for, deaths increased to an alarming rate. The Lieutenant General became worried and feared what the Dragon Lord would do to him if he didn't return with enough slaves to Alusa, he ordered for the leftover to be increased and the slaves should be allowed to drink at every river they came across and to be given wat

"While we were at the Round Table, I was scared that King Canilus would not agree and my idea of peace would be mocked by my father." Sol said while he danced with Aurora in his arms. They waltz together, their legs moving to the rhythm of the instruments that were being played in a melodious harmony. The ballroom was so bright and colourful, filled with people doing different things. Voices of people laughing, ladies giggling, the guards chasing kids out, people chattering away and trying to get acquainted with one other could be heard."Your idea of peace is absolutely excellent and I still haven't even complimented you on your speech. Half way through it, I think I fell in love with you again." She cooed and a spark appeared in Sol's eyes.He looked down at her how beautiful she looked in her dress. The way her sliver cloured hair fell smoothly on her shoulders and complimented her purple dress."I wasn't the one who wrote the speech, you did. What exactly are you complimenting me

What are you drawing?" Kalsara asked Drako as she settled down next to him slowly to avoid putting off the flickering candle with a gush of air."Everyone. They are up there because of they are in heaven and we are here." he pointed to the lower part of the paper.Kalsara squinted her eyes, Goben wasn't in the drawing."Your drawings are getting better everyday." She patted him on his back, avoiding the obvious topic.It has been some months since Aurora and Sol passed away. Ever since then, they and the Kingdom have been under Kalsara's custody.She walked over to Goben who knelt down by a table and focused on sharpening a wood."What are you doing, child?"He looked up at her, his eyes bright with excitement."I am making a sword.""Why?""Because I am going to save the King and the Queen. My friend, Lewis, will be coming with me."Drako squeezed the edge of his drawing paper tightly, he clenched his jaw."Oh, that is great.""We will all be complete again."Kalsara's eyes became sa