Incarnation of Shadows

Juliana winced slightly each time she heard the pained breath escape from Vinelle. The Magister merely smirked to Vinelle’s response, “Very well, it seems that I will need to teach you of the history of mages as well. It is important to understand what has happened in the past – so that you may not repeat it.” He spoke as he searched her violet eyes. He grinned to her when she agreed to train with him tomorrow.

Valon drew in a breath as he watched the General steady Vinelle. “I will still speak to the King. This Magister is training with my sister as well and if he is as brutal with her as he has been with you...I fear that harm may come to her...” He pressed his lips together. “As much as I do not want to see you harmed, Lady Vinelle. I do not wish to see my sister harmed either. Even in training – injuries happen yes. But this...” He motioned to her side that she grasped. “This is not an accident. You should not be harmed and he should not be laughing about it as if it is a scratch. Dare I say he is not an honorable man – but a spoiled brat raised in the Magi Tower.” The prince huffed before he turned and walked away then without another word.

General Baylar was gentle with Vinelle. As she led her along she would slow when she heard Vinelle’s breaths quicken and shake. As they slowly made their way up the stairs Juliana pressed her lips together, anger formed beyond her ocean hues. “Just a bit further, Lady Vinelle.” She spoke, her voice soft and encouraging. As she knelt at Vinelle’s side she gazed to her a long moment before she’d begun the spell. Words were not needed in this moment it seemed. She allowed the magic to flow within her. Her muscles relaxed as it seeped into Vinelle’s side to heal the damages done. Broken bones beneath the surface. She could feel it. Juliana was so focused on healing Vinelle that she didn’t feel the soft touch on her shoulder. But the magic that surged into her – that was a gift from the fae.

As the glow faded away Juliana took her seat in the chair that was positioned near the couch. She clasped her hands together as she drew in a breath. Vinelle’s words drew her ocean hues to the woman. The pink tint on Vinelle’s cheeks seemed as though it was contagious...Juliana’s cheeks turned bright pink and a nervous chuckle came over her lips. “Oh...yes well...we shouldn’t um...we shouldn’t depend on that.” She smiled, “I will save you – anytime you need it, Lady Vinelle.” Her heart pattered within her chest, the swirl of butterflies returned once again.

General Baylar nodded as she watched Vinelle reach for the vial. “Especially if you are to train with Magister Greystark. I imagine he will push you – the more you push against him...” She pressed her lips together and shook her head. “I do not like that he is training with the princess...Jaenyra only sees that he gives her freedom. She does not see the danger that he presents. She will not listen to reason.” Her jaw tightened slightly to this. The Princess was young. Naive...she had a lot to learn.

Juliana’s ocean eyes looked back to Vinelle. Who...was that, by the way? Her brows tugged together slightly. She brushed a bit of her silvery hair from her eyes that had fallen loose from her braid. “A woman?” Her lips parted slightly. Her eyes moved away and she stood. She spoke of the lullabies – the beautiful eyes of the Goddess of Light. “Your mind...” Juliana bit her lip slightly. She came to sit next to Vinelle on the couch. She searched her eyes a moment. “It is unmistakable...who you speak of. She had blonde hair – bright eyes that feel as though the stars within the skies are looking down upon you? Flawless glowing skin that looks as though it is as warm as a summer day?” She described the woman. Her breath caught in her chest slightly as she thought back to the surge of magic. It was the goddess. She gave a soft laugh, “That is the Fae Goddess of Light – of life and all that there is good.”

Juliana shifted slightly in thought, “You saw her?” She smiled. “I’ve seen her only...a few times in my life...in my dreams mostly...when...I...when I almost died...I saw her...” She swallowed. “I saw her much more when I was younger. She was the driving force that kept me alive when I was cold and alone on the streets. She gave me hope in my dreams that one day things would change and indeed they did.” She smiled to Vinelle a moment. “I’m...surprised she showed herself to you...but perhaps she was giving thanks to you for you saving me from the Lord of Shadows...” She pondered the thought a moment. “I’m...glad you are alright, Lady Vinelle.” She stood and turned to her, “Shall we go out for the evening then as you proposed earlier?” It was clear that Juliana was nervous, the way she chose her words. The flutter of her heart within her chest. How much she moved around even. Her cheeks flushed once again as she looked to Vinelle. “I think, I may know a place you will like...most don’t know of it...it’s a hidden gem...” She smiled then.

General Baylar looked away as she cleared her throat slightly, as if attempting to hide the flush in her cheeks. Awkwardly. “If he hurts the princess – he will no longer draw breath.” Juliana spoke softly, “I swore to protect the royal family – and that is exactly what I will do.” Her ocean hues looked to Vinelle, a serious tone about her now.

Juliana pulled her brows together as Vinelle revealed that the Goddess of Light had clasped onto her shoulder. A smile tugged at her lips, “Perhaps it is fate. Or perhaps the gods have a plan for you and I.” She shifted slightly as she watched Vinelle stand, her eyes studied her. It was good to see that she was no longer in pain. The use of such healing magics – it was much stronger than anything Dr. Stone could have done and Juliana didn’t seem to be phased by the use of her magic at all. A benefit of the being she was. She drew her magic from the world around her – and with the goddess’ help it made healing Vinelle that much easier. A soft chuckle came from the General then, “I wouldn’t have allowed that Magister to ruin the evening we planned.” She smirked, another laugh came. “Yes, we should change. I would like to get a night out of my uniform.” She grinned then. Her brow raised back to Vinelle, her cheeks flushed a deep red. “Oh…um…Uh…I…” She took a step back. “Yes…right I’ll see you soon.” She turned and swiftly stepped from the room. Her heart had leaped nearly through her chest as Vinelle teased her. No one made the General as nervous as this mage did.

General Baylar rushed down the stairs of the castle, her armor clanged against the stone floor and echoed off of the walls. She moved swiftly, excitement stirred within her. “General!” A voice called from behind her. She grit her teeth slightly. It was always something. Wasn’t it? “General Baylar!”

She paused and turned, her ocean hues fell upon the princess whom lifted the front of her dress, a smile upon her lips as she hurried toward her. “Princess.” She bowed and offered a warm smile. “How might I be of assistance?”

Jaenyra smiled brightly as she stood before the General, she held a stack of books in her hands. “How did the training with Magister Greystark go? Did Lady Vinelle enjoy his teachings?” She asked curiously.

General Baylar pressed her lips together. “Ah, Princess…it went…”

“Well.” Magister Greystark spoke as he came from around the corner. He had a grin upon his lips. Juliana frowned slightly but quickly corrected her expression. “Lady Vinelle is quite an impressive mage. Your father was wise to name her the next Court Mage.” He gazed to Juliana, “Perhaps next time I can look into your magic as well, General.”

“The General?” Jaenyra questioned and then laughed lightly. “She doesn’t have any magic, Magister.” She placed a hand on General Baylar’s shoulder. “Just enchanted weapons. Right General?”

“Right.” Juliana replied as she watched him carefully. “The princess is quite busy, Magister Greystark. You do understand?” She spoke as she nodded to the princess. “Come along, Princess.” She spoke as she started to walk the other direction. Magister Greystark watched the two, a brow raised slightly as they walked off. General Baylar glanced over her shoulder to him, her brows tugged together, he held a smirk upon his lips. After they had walked a bit, Jaenyra cleared her throat and then gazed to Juliana. The General gave a slight chuckle. “Do you trust the Magister?” She questioned and looked to the young princess.

“Of course not, he is arrogant. But he is teaching me to use my magic the way that my mother would have wanted me to use it.” Jaenyra replied as she followed the General into the west wing of the castle.

General Baylar pushed the door open to her room and watched as the princess sat upon the bed that was once meant to be for Vinelle. The princess set the stack of books down and gazed to the General. “He hurt, Lady Vinelle. I do not trust him princess.” She spoke as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“He hurt her?!” Jaenyra’s mouth gaped open. “I should…I should tell my father. That is unacceptable.”

Juliana shook her head slightly, “I imagine your brother has already contacted the King. He was there for the acts. Just be careful, Princess…” She walked over to her wardrobe and opened it then.

“I will be.” Jaenyra stood and stepped over to the General. She gazed into the wardrobe. “Are you going out General?” She questioned with a grin.

Juliana thumbed through her clothing, she bit her lip slightly. “Yes…” She looked to the princess whom seemed to fill with excitement. “I am…why?”

Jaenyra reached into the wardrobe. “I’ll help you. You wouldn’t know how to dress yourself if you tried.” She smirked as she started to grab various items.

“I could…” Juliana protested.

Jaenyra looked to the General and then laughed lightly. “Just give me this, Juliana. Let me help you…is it a date?” She questioned then as she turned her attention back to the clothing. She’d pushed her way in front of the General now. “Go put this on….and this…” She held pieces of clothing to the General.

Juliana took the items, “Princess there must be something that is better suited for your time I…”

The princess waved her hand and then grinned, “You’ve done so much to help me. Let me help you.” She spoke and then waved her away. “Go on, shoo.” She looked back into the wardrobe.

Juliana let out a defeated sigh as she stepped behind the changing curtain. She worked at the clasps of her armor. Piece by piece she shed the heavy metal and placed it upon the manikin that was positioned behind the screen that she’d pulled to block the princess’ view. She slipped on a white tunic that held a frilly neckline that plunged along her sternum. “Princess I don’t know…if this…” She stepped out from behind the curtain in the black skirt that the princess had chosen as well.

“Just trust me.” Jaenyra spoke with a smile. “Come here.” She grasped the General’s hands and towed her to where she wanted her. The princess went to work then, a smile upon her lips all the while. She slipped Juliana into a black corset that held silver claps in the front and silver chains along her ribcage. “Deep breath.” The princess spoke as she cinched down the corset from behind.

Juliana gasped and gazed to the princess. “I’m not…certain that this…”

“Oh shush. General you are in armor all the time. Dress like a lady.” She winked as she continued her work. She clasped a black choker around the General’s throat. She then stepped back to the wardrobe. “These.” She grabbed a hold of a set of leather knee high boots that held a heel upon them and buckles to match her corset. The princess stood back and tapped her lip in thought. “What sort of place are you going to be going to?” She questioned then.

“Um…a…a bar…for drinks…it’s a nice place…” Juliana nearly stuttered through all of her words.

Jaenyra stepped forward then and wrapped a black belt around Juliana’s hips. There was no use for it, but the way it hung along her hips seemed to accent her figure even more. She then grabbed a few clasps from a drawer. “Trust me.” She spoke with a smirk as she hiked up the dress in front to reveal the General’s legs up to her mid-thigh. A deep blush spread over the General’s cheeks. The princess stepped back and inspected her work then her head tilted to the side. “Now then…your hair.” She grasped her shoulders and sat her down on a stool. The princess moved about, she pulled the silvery locks from the standard side braid and tasseled them about the General’s face. She then brushed on make up and finished it off with ruby red lipstick that seemed to make the General’s ocean hues pop that much more. “There.” Jaenyra grinned as she stepped back.

Juliana gazed into the mirror to herself. She truly looked like a beautiful vixen – ready to steal the heart of anyone. Her lips parted slightly. “Thank you, princess.” She spoke as she drew in a breath. She’d never dressed quite this well before. It was nothing like what she would have worn.

Jaenyra grinned as she linked arms with Juliana. “I’ll walk you out.” She winked as she towed her along. “You have to tell me all about this date of yours.” She spoke as she scooped her books up into her other arm. “I’ll be locked away in the tower studying. How boring.” She giggled.

“O-of course princess.” She glanced to the woman a moment. “I will.” She smiled as they came to the grand entrance of the castle. “Have a good night, princess.” She spoke as she parted ways. Her stomach was full of butterflies that seemed to flutter and flip about. She could barely breathe, though she was certain the corset wasn’t helping. She stepped down the stairs into the courtyard of the castle. Her eyes fell upon Vinelle and she nearly stumbled. Her lips parted and her heart raced more quickly. “Lady Vinelle.” She spoke, her breath nearly trembled from her nerves. “Yes.” She replied and gave a nervous laugh.

She led her into the heart of the upper district of the city. They walked into what appeared to be a cigar shop. She glanced around – it was completely empty, aside from an old man with a balding grey head behind the counter. He took a double take at the two women. “Ladies. How may I help you?” He asked as he wrapped a cigar.

“A robin’s egg is blue.” General Baylar spoke her ocean hues stayed upon the man.

“That it is.” He spoke as he stepped from behind the counter. “I have just the thing for you.” He spoke as he led them over to a case of cigars. He pressed a button on the side and it moved away. He nodded his head as a staircase that led up was revealed. “Enjoy.”

Juliana nodded as she handed him a silver coin before she ascended the stairs, though slowly. It was clear that she was not used to walking in heels. As they came to the top of the staircase a gorgeous bar was revealed with dim lighting. Many sat about chattering amongst one another. But the place felt nearly silent. A soft tone of music from a bard filled the space. The General smiled to Vinelle before she led her to the bar, “Two.” She spoke to the barkeep.

The young mane looked to the two and then smirked. “Of course, Juliana.” He spoke as he eyed her a moment. “You’re dressed quite nice this evening.” He commented. “This way.” She grasped two menus and led them through the space. A few looked to the two as they passed, but most everyone seemed to mind their business. He led them up a flight of stairs and to a booth that was located on the rooftop of the bar. The city could be seen below. It was a gorgeous scene to be able to sit upon the rooftop and watch those below all the way to the harbor. “Your usual?” He questioned.

“Two please.” Juliana spoke and then nodded to him. She allowed her eyes to look to Vinelle once again, she smiled to her. “Few know of this place, it is a good escape from the world.” She spoke softly. She reached forward and her fingertips grazed against a magical dome that rippled to her touch, “This rooftop looks empty.” She chuckled. She then gazed to the barkeep as he returned with two martini glasses that held a violet glowing liquid within it. “Thank you.” She spoke to him as she lifted her glass to her lips. She took a sip, her eyes flashed with her magic and she relaxed slightly. “You may…be able to taste this. It is imported…a special berry from the islands that my people come from…the bartender…he is a Fae…” She smirked slightly. “I hope you can taste it.” She took another sip. It was an alcohol like none other.

Juliana leaned her head back slightly to the flavor and the relaxed feeling that swarmed through her body. She smiled as she allowed herself to relax steadily, her nerves began to ease back. Though her heart still raced about within her chest. “I can’t tell you the last time I went out…or even on a date.” She let out a laugh then. Her cheeks flushed pink slightly and she shook her head before she took another sip.

Juliana blushed deeply to the compliment from Vinelle, she gave a nervous laugh, “You look stunning yourself, Lady Vinelle.” She stumbled over her words, her breath caught in her chest. Her eyes looked over the woman, the way her dress melted from one color to the next. It was a beautiful sight. She had smiled to Vinelle a few times as they made their way to the speak easy. A laugh came from the General’s lips as Vinelle spoke that she must be a regular. “You could say that.”

“Don’t let her lie to you, Juliana has been coming here for years. One of my favorite customers.” The barkeep winked to Vinelle before he’d stepped off to gather their drinks.

Juliana huffed slightly as she took her seat in the booth. She watched as Vinelle took in the beautiful view of the harbor. The sound of shipmates calling to tie lines and loose others carried over the rooftops of the waterfront homes. Juliana’s eyes never left Vinelle as she waited for her to taste the sweet berries of the island. A grin curved up her lips as the woman leaned her head back. “The Fae have secret things. This item isn’t on the menu.” She smirked slightly. “But Novus shared the drink with me the first time I came here.” She sipped upon her own glass. Juliana downed her glass nearly as quickly as Vinelle, she welcomed the buzz of the alcohol.

Her nerves settled, but she was not nearly as bold. A nervous laugh came from the General’s lips as Vinelle spoke. It was a date. Yes. That’s what it was. Wasn’t it? Her cheeks were on fire. “You were a high contender for foe...in the beginning.” Another nervous laugh. She shifted in the seat and crossed her own legs. “Hm...well you can thank the princess for the way that I am dressed.” She blushed more and laughed. She shifted and crossed her legs the other way. Nervousness was something that the General was not accustomed to.

The barkeep stepped back, a smile upon his lips, he held two more glasses in his hands. “Glad to see you enjoyed those.” He spoke as he eyed Vinelle. “I’m Novus, I own the bar. A friend of Juliana, is a friend of my own.” He spoke as he lifted the empty glasses. “What else may I get you two lovely ladies?” He asked as he glanced to Juliana.

“Could you bring an order of Cadret Caps?” She asked with a smile.

Novus grinned to her, “Of course, m’lady Juliana.” He spoke before he turned and stepped away once again.

Juliana returned her ocean hues back to Vinelle as she sipped upon her new glass. She savored this one more. The taste washed over her tongue and soothed her soul. The drink had taken a strong hold of Juliana now as she smiled to Vinelle from across the table. “Your mother never let you out of her sight?” She clicked her tongue and then laughed lightly. She shook her head as she gazed over the city scape to the castle. “Novus actually approached me one evening. I was making my patrol – just over there.” She pointed to a back alley. “You see. Most Fae can recognize other Fae. They can feel the magic as it churns within your soul. I can feel your magic, Vinelle. Just as I am certain Novus can feel the magic that flows within your veins...” She searched the violet eyes of the woman and smiled a long moment. Admiring her it seemed.

“Though, your magic does not feel the same as mine. Just as the magic that Novus has does not feel like what I hold within me. But he could see it in my eyes. At least...that is how he worded it back then. Most don’t notice the magic sheen within the eyes of a Fae. The glimmer that rests within our pupils. But the Fae notice. There are so few Fae here on the continent that...it is a learned thing to search for. At least, that is what Novus says...I wasn’t raised by my Fae mother...so...I wouldn’t know such things...” She took a long drink from her glass then.

A laugh escaped Juliana when Vinelle asked if she’d brought someone else here. “Hm no. This place...is quite special. I wouldn’t dare bring anyone here that did not deserve to be here.” She bit her lip slightly. Her eyes played over Vinelle. “You certainly deserve this.” She leaned back against the plush booth and gave a soft sigh before she finished off her second drink.

“Caps for you two ladies.” He set down an oval plate with blue mushrooms that held a white filling in them. The filling appeared to have a slight glow to it. “I’ll get another round.” He spoke before he stepped away.

“I truly haven’t had the time for relaxation – lately...” She looked over the city once again. “I’ve been busy with the princess – with the war council – with the king himself.” A soft sigh came from her lips. “When I was not a General...I came here quite often.” She smiled and blushed slightly. “In hopes to find someone...but it never happened. I’ve been taken to the other bars in the city though.” She laughed and then smirked to Vinelle. “Was that question laced with jealousy?” She asked as she watched the woman carefully. She lifted a fork and ate one of the caps. It melted away in her mouth. A savory delicious flavor.

“So tell me about yourself, Vinelle. I want to know you. If this is a date...that’s what you do on dates...isn’t it?” She asked with a playful smile. The alcohol had begun to melt away her nervous laughs and her uncomfortable shifting. Two fresh martinis were placed upon the table by Novus. She thanked him and then returned her ocean eyes to the woman. “Tell me your favorite pass time and I shall answer a question that you may have.” She took a sip from the fresh drink. Her eyes curiously played over the woman.

“VIP? Hardly.” Juliana laughed lightly. “Novus merely wanted to help a fellow Fae out. There aren’t many of us on the continent. You know? A lot of Fae were killed…for their blood actually.” She but her lip slightly. “It is a huge reason why most Fae hide what they are. It’s the reason I believe my mother disappeared…she wanted to protect me so she ran from…whomever was after us.” She shook her head slightly then a smile came to her lips. “But I am not here to bring down the mood.” She lifted a cap and took a bite. The flavor melted in her mouth and she let out a soft hum of delight.

Next she knew, Vinelle’s hand was upon her knee. Her touch was warm, the ocean hues of the general locked on Vinelle. Her breath caught in her chest as a deep blush spread over her cheeks. “I didn’t tell her with whom I was going on a date. I merely told her it was a date.” She giggled then, “but Jaenyra has much better fashion sense than I could even dream of having.” The warm hand shifted away, Juliana could breathe again. She stared to Vinelle as she bit at her lower lip, a smile upon her own. She was nervous, or was it truly nervous? The butterflies that swarmed within her stomach forced her to suck in a deep breath and look out to the harbor a moment. So as to catch her own breath.

Juliana relaxed once again and ate another cap with a smile upon her lips. It was a soft smile, “I know that you were afraid. At least. I know that now. But then…you’re right…I was quite frightened. I can’t explain it. Every fiber of my being told me to run, to get away. But I couldn’t. But you…you saved me Vinelle.” She reached across the table and placed a hand over the mage’s hand. Her eyes locked upon the violet hues as she gave a gentle squeeze. “You saved me from the shadows. When I had all but given in.”

She shifted back in her seat as Vinelle spoke of the old bard tune. She hummed the song along with her and then giggled. “O’Neal! Yes that’s his name!” She laughed playfully again. “He used to sit in the alleyway with me and play. He’s ask me what sounded good. He wanted advice from me, since I used to hang out near the tavern so much in hopes of food.” She gave a soft laugh. “Sometimes it worked out in my favor and he would buy me a hot soup. So it was well worth the effort of listening to him.” She smiled and took a sip of her drink.

Juliana chuckled softly to Vinelle’s response to the mushroom. “We can come whenever you like.” She smirked. “Novus loves the business.” She leaned her head to the side slightly as another playful laugh came. The red in Vinelle’s cheeks when she spoke that she wasn’t jealous, it said otherwise. “Oh is that so? You’d threaten them? Hm. I can only imagine what you’d do.” She glanced to Novus as he brought the drinks, she lifted her own glass to him. She’d fallen deep into the grasp of the alcohol now.

As Vinelle began to speak of eavesdropping within the castle a smirk came to the general’s lips. “I can imagine that to be true. You know the head chef had taken a liking to many of the young female servants. It took one coming to me, she was frightened…I didn’t like that…so I may have scared him a bit. Serves him right in my opinion.” She took another sip. “Sometimes they need to be reminded that women aren’t an object to be abused.” She raised a brow slightly. The general had spent quite a bit of time since she had been placed in the royal guard policing such matters. Even in the streets of the city. Things had gotten better, but there were still those that believed they could do as they pleased.

“Hm, I could have told you that you were different. Even when we were children…there was something different about you when you brought me the bread…you were a kind soul among many of the hateful angry souls of the city. Yet there was something deeper to you. Your magic I presume. I could feel it. Though it was dampened and I was too young to realize just what it was…” Juliana gave a soft smile, “I am glad that a soul such as you is the one to be beneath the wing of the Lord of Shadows….you’ve quite a bit of light in your soul. Others…this power could be incredibly dangerous in their hands…yours? You will do what’s right I believe. Not just what feels good.”

As Vinelle spoke of the stars Juliana gazed up into the skies. She grinned like a young child. Her lips parted slightly as she listened to the stories in awe. She knew very little of astrology so it was interesting to listen to the story. When she spoke of the Fae Queen, Juliana leaned forward with her elbows upon the table, completely enveloped in the story. “My mother told me of her.” She whispered softly. “What a great queen she was…” she then grinned when Vinelle revealed how she gained such knowledge. “A lemon tart for such grand stories and books that most will never get the chance to read? Priceless if you ask me.”

Then came time for Vinelle to ask a question. A broken laugh came from the general, she took a long sip from her drink. “I imagine you have.” She leaned back again the plush booth backing as she glanced over the harbor. “I was alone on the streets, as you know.” She began her ocean eyes gazed over the waves that lapped that the shore. “My mother went missing nearly a year before Commander Baylar took me into his home.” She paused a moment and then gazed to Vinelle. “Few know this story. It must be kept that way…for the Commander’s sake…”

She finished off her drink, her cheeks her a rosy pink, a soft smile upon her lips as she gazed to Vinelle. “I did my best to survive on my own. But that often came with unwanted things such as beatings from shopkeepers even when I scrounged enough money to pay for the goods…” she but her lip slightly and then gave another smile as if to wash away the pain.

“There was a night that one of the shopkeepers must have truly had a poor day. I can’t say. I don’t even remember his face. I remember the pain.” She paused a moment and the swallowed. “I remember fighting to breathe, I tried to heal myself but…without focus…I was so young…I couldn’t do it.” Her eyes found Vinelle then. “I remember his face, just a recruit at the time. Otto Baylar. He scooped me into his arms…the steel of his armor was cold against my cheek.” She smiled softly. “He had wished for a child for years, but his wife was ill…and unable to bare a child. So he took me as his own…Amelia is a wonderful woman, she has always treated me well and with the love that she would give any child that was her own blood…”

Juliana turned her glass about between her fingertips as she reminisced. “Otto took me under his wing. He trained me. Day in and day out. He taught me how to defend myself. He told me that I would never lay upon the ground again beaten as I was…and so I sought to join the guard. Otto brought me before the King when I was just…16…young yes…but Otto was a leader among the guard now. A lieutenant at the time.” She gave a smile to Vinelle.

“The king had me spar against Prince Valon. Can you imagine my surprise? I was terrified.” She laughed lightly then. “But Otto…he said that I would be more than worthy of an opponent for the young Prince. He towered over me, just as he does today. I think he was 18?” She pondered a moment.

Novus set down two more fresh drinks upon the table. “Don’t drink too quickly, ladies.” He smiled before he slipped away once again.

“I stepped into the arena with the Prince. I could feel the eyes of the King, the commander at the time…many of the royal guard. They all wanted to see how Otto’s daughter would fair against our Prince.” She smirked then. “I did as he told me and I didn’t hold back. I was quick and nimble…my size is my advantage on the field. As well as my magic.” She grinned then. “I didn’t use my magic on the Prince though. I wanted to play fair. I still remember the surprise in his eyes as I held my hand to him after I bested him.” She giggled lightly and then shook her head. “His majesty welcomed me to the guard at that point…it took me five years to become an officer and get granted the rank as General.” She had a bright smile now. Out of the darkness she had risen to such glory.

“I even talked the king into cleaning up the streets of the city…he puts more money and care into orphaned children now, even the homeless if the city have a place to turn to now.” She took a sip from her new drink. “I repaid my debt to your family as soon as I could…you and your mother offered me hope when I was lost and alone. Hope enough to cling to life until Otto found me.” She smiled softly and twirled her glass upon the table once again.

Juliana relaxed slightly into the booth, her eyes looked to Vinelle a long moment. “Do you miss your life before all of this?” She asked then. “Or are you excited for the possibilities that are within your grasp now?” She ate another cap and then giggled lightly. “I’ve never told anyone my story.” She laughed once again. “It feels…really nice to have gotten that off my chest.” She leaned her head back and gazed up to the stars. “I often wonder about the islands that I came from…what would life be like there among other Fae?” She shook her head before she looked back to Vinelle. “Sorry. I’m talking too much aren’t I?” Her cheeks blushed deeper out of embarrassment as she realized just how long she had been taking.

The general gazed to the mage across the table as she spoke of her dress, of how she’d like her in any sort of attire. She merely gave a laugh as her cheeks burned hot. The butterflies within her stomach continued to flutter about. She shook her head, “Well, next time if the princess doesn’t catch me...I’ll do just that.”

Next. Time. She bit her lip slightly. Just the thought of this time becoming something of a regular occurrence. Away from the castle. Away from all of her constant duties as a General of the King’s Guard. It was a nice escape – a moment alone. She spent a lot of time at the Princess’ hip – listening to her stories, following her from activity to activity. When she wasn’t protecting the princess she was busy training new recruits, or sparing with the prince himself. She led a very busy life, with little time to herself.

As the conversation continued Juliana smirked slightly. “Street rats can be some of the best to have at your side.” She winked and took another sip of her drink. Then she went on to tell her story. The words that came over Vinelle’s lips at the end of it caused Juliana’s brows to tug together slightly. The world was not worthy of her? She giggled lightly and shook her head. “Hm, I don’t see why not.” She spoke and raised a brow slightly. She relaxed into the booth and sipped upon her drink once again.

The general leaned forward with interest once again as Vinelle began to answer her question, a smile played upon her lips. “Hm, perhaps you feel as though you should miss it because it was such a large chunk of your life...I used to miss the islands a lot more when I was younger...when my mother first brought me to the kingdom...but the longer that I’ve been gone the more this life is home. The more...I become who I am meant to be. Hm?” She had was bright look in her eyes as she looked over Vinelle. “When I first joined the guard, I felt the same way...as though I was dreaming.”

A giggle came from Juliana as Vinelle spoke that she was actually the one whom was talking too much. She held up her martini glass and then downed it in a cheers. Another bout of laughter came from her, “Hm, cheers to the future that will shine brightly for you, Lady Vinelle.” She spoke as she set her glass down.

Before Juliana realized what was happening she gazed to the box that Vinelle projected the music through. She swayed slightly with a smile to the music. “What?” She asked as her hand was grasped. Juliana gasped slightly as she was tugged from the table, a giggle came from her lips as she was forced into a twirl. “I’ve no time to dance.” She spoke as her ocean hues met the violet eyes of Vinelle. She laughed and followed Vinelle’s lead, a bit clumsily but eventually she seemed to sink into the twirls and the movement. Her ocean hues played over Vinelle as she danced about in circles around her, she was mesmerized. Her lips parted in an awestruck gaze. Then she was instructed to twirl Vinelle.

Juliana did as she was asked and her hand moved to Vinelle’s hip, almost timidly. Her heart beat wildly within her chest at this point. “I’m getting it?” She asked almost nervously. “You’re sure?” She had to focus hard to keep with the beat of the music and not step on Vinelle’s toes. Balancing in the heels that the princess had picked for her was hard enough. Put dancing on top of that? The General was in for a difficult task. Then the warmth of Vinelle’s soft lips against her cheek sent sparks across her skin and down her spine. She was frozen there as Vinelle stepped back to the table. Her cheeks burned like the fires of the sun. She even held her breath for several seconds.

“Oh….yes right...a real meal.” She spoke after quite the delay, her fingertips had lifted to press against the place that Vinelle kissed her cheek. “Yes, yes of course.” She spoke as she stepped over and came to the booth, Juliana grinned as she took her seat next to Vinelle. She grasped the menu. “What sort of food do you prefer? I can help you pick...some of the food from the islands will remind you of things that we eat here...but with more flavor of course.” She spoke as she looked to the menu. Her hip was against Vinelle’s, her leg ran along the mage’s leg as well. The only thing that gave Juliana such bold courage was the alcohol that Novus had given them.

“Ladies.” As if on cue he stepped to the table with a smile upon his lips. He set down two more glasses. “What would you like this evening, M’lady?” He asked as he gazed to Juliana.

“I’d like the hand pie.” She spoke and then glanced to Vinelle, “You might like that the best. It’s hearty and filled with some of the most delicious foods. Isn’t it Novus?”

“But of course.” Novus chuckled lightly. “Only the best.” He waited a moment for Vinelle’s order before he disappeared down the stairs once more.

Juliana turned her ocean hues to look to the mage with a smile upon her lips. “When did you learn to dance like that?” She asked curiously as she spun around her full glass slowly. “I’m must admit...I’ve never had the time to learn to dance. But it was quite fun.” She giggled lightly and then gazed to the liquid within the martini glass.

The exchange between the two and the closeness of the dance had the general’s cheeks burning hot like the surface of the sun. As she sunk into the booth next to Vinelle a giggle came from her lips as the woman acknowledged her with a gentle bump of her shoulder. Her ocean hues looked to the woman to her next question, another giggle. “F-fancy you….” She saw the cocky smile. Her chest quaked as the mage grasped her thigh. Once again her breath was stolen. It’s mutual. The words hung in the air. Juliana was frozen, her heart was wildly beating within her chest now.

Thankfully Novus came to take their order. Juliana could hardly focus on anything now, her mind replayed Vinelle’s kiss upon her cheek, her warm touch. She bit her lip slightly. She didn’t even notice the exchange of words between Novus and Vinelle. Though as Vinelle shifted on the booth seat next to her and the woman’s knee bumped against her own her ocean hues moved to meet the violet eyes of the mage once again. She smiled as she listened to Vinelle reminisce on her past – the life of her dancing within the tavern while her father drank and spoke to the bartender Al. “Hm, perhaps he isn’t wrong to worry about his world.” She whispered softly.

Though when Vinelle mentioned that the dances were more fun with intent Juliana’s cheeks burned hot again and a nervous giggle came over her lips once again. “Oh, they are, huh?” She sipped from her drink that Novus brought them. Then another question – she’d never danced. “No, not once.” Her eyes found the mage once again as the blush settled away from her cheeks. “I’ve always wondered what it was like to dance in the balls.” A chuckle came from the general then. “But I’ve always had my duty. I am sworn to protect the royal family...and that is something that must be done during such events...so no dancing for me.” She laughed lightly.

The next series of questions had the General smiling. “You want to know what they are like?” She asked a chuckle came over her lips. “Much different than the face that the public sees.” She took another sip from her drink.

Juliana leaned back slightly as she pondered. She then grinned, “I’ll start with Jaenyra.” She took a sip from her drink and then twirled it about within her fingers. “The princess – you’ve seen her outside of the balls – outside of her normal duties. She has a lot of heart. She is quite kind and caring. Young. But she is wise for her youth, even if the King does not recognize what a fine young woman she is. She’s playful, yet she can often be serious.” She thought for a moment. “She wants...so badly to become the mage of the council like her mother was once...so...” She looked to Vinelle a long moment. “I do imagine that she isn’t pleased with her father’s decision with you to take that place. I can see it in her eyes, I’m sure you can feel it.” A chuckle came over her lips. “But she will never scorn you for it. She doesn’t blame you, of course.” The General seemed to think a moment longer. “She is one of the most gifted mages I’ve seen, even more so than her mother and yet she is muted by the King. He is afraid. This is understandable, I know he does not want to lose her, but he has to allow her to grow.”

She turned her eyes as Novus came up the stairs with the fruits and juice. He smiled as he set the items down and he left without a word, as if he knew how deep in conversation they were. Juliana plucked a piece of fruit from the tray. “I’ve grown with her over the years. She’s a close friend of mine, if I am honest. She shares her fears with me and I think that I see a side of Jae that few do...she has few friends because her father won’t allow her to leave the castle...but everything that she does is with good intent...I would easily throw my life on the line to protect her without a second thought...” She pressed her lips together and then laughed lightly. “I would do the same for you too, you know?” She questioned as she searched the mage’s hues.

Juliana ate another piece of fruit before she finished her drink. “Don’t let me drink anymore.” She spoke as she leaned heavily against the back of the booth. She was deep within the grasp of the alcohol, drunk as can be. Though funnily enough, her words barely slurred. “The Prince.” She spoke with a playful smile. “I’m sure you are dying to know about him. All of the women are.” She giggled lightly before she ate another piece of fruit. “He will make a great king I believe. But he does hold a bit of a temper at times when things do not pan out as he imagined they would. It makes him a great warrior on the battlefield but he will need to learn to control it when he is King. An ill tempered king could lead to destruction. But, he will surround himself with a strong council, he’s not an idiot.” She chuckled and leaned back once again with a content sigh. “Valon is a great swordsman, he will be able to lead our soldiers into war and emerge triumphant. He would make a great officer on the field.” She pondered for a few moments. “He is very logical in the way that he thinks. He positions himself much like you do in a game of chess. He has learned how to play the game of being a royal and he’s quite good at it. He’s had several offers for a wife, but he’s yet to select one.” She smirked slightly.

“Ladies.” Novus spoke as he set the plates of food down before them. The smell was incredible. “Enjoy.” He spoke as he looked to them a moment. He set a pitcher of water upon the table as well, as if he knew just how many drinks Juliana could handle before he needed to cut her off.

Juliana cut into her hand pie and grinned, “This is better than anything inside the castle walls.” She spoke before she took a bite and melted to the flavor of it. She ate a bit and then giggled before she slipped her fork to Vinelle’s plate. “If you want to taste mine you can.” She spoke before she stole a bite. “Gods.” She closed her eyes to the flavor. “He’s such an incredible chef. Magic really does make things better.” She giggled lightly.

She then drew in a breath, “Ah yes, Jaelyx, our King.” She spoke before she took another bite and sipped upon the juice. “He has changed over the years.” She started off. “He is a kind king, a just king. He does not cause harm for the fun of it, nor do I think he is capable of such. But this war that is looming...he is too soft...many of the council are irritated that he has not snuffed out the fires before they grow into a wildfire.” She ate a few more bites. “The king holds his demeanor quite well. Though when he is alone with Jaenyra and Valon – at their dinners and such. He lets himself relax more. He jokes with them, he smiles. He is not the same as he is around you. He chooses his words wisely, he studies you. He becomes more frustrated with Jae.” She giggled lightly. “She has always pressed him, just like her mother did.” She pondered for a moment. “They put on a great show for those that come to the royal gatherings. Jaenyra is well spoken, well behaved, she holds a beautiful smile as a princess should. Valon plays his part well as the prince, he is strong, handsome, he even contributes to war council meetings. The king is the glue that holds the kingdom together, while he can be fun with his children – he is stern and a great ruler before his people.”

The general drew in a breath as she finished half of her hand pie. “I can’t eat anymore.” She admitted and laughed lightly. She gazed to Vinelle with her ocean hues, she searched the woman’s features and placed her hand upon Vinelle’s thigh as she drew closer to her. Just moments before the general’s lips would have pressed against Vinelle’s – the thunder of an explosion rattled over the city. Juliana jumped, her eyes grew wide as she peered to the harbor. Black smoke rose into the skies in billowing plumes. The orange glow of fire brought light to the cool evening air. The scent of burning wood began to fill the surroundings. Another explosion. Juliana gasped. “The fleet.” She breathed. She could hear yelling then as several of the King’s Guard rushed down the cobblestone streets. The clank of their armor echoed off of the buildings. Lights began to flicker to life within many of the villas upon the water.

Novus ran to the top of the stairs, “Juliana – the harbor – ...”

Juliana’s hues fell upon him. She was already digging in a small pouch about her waist. She pulled several golden coins and grasped his hand. “If that is not enough I will surely repay you, my friend.” She was too intoxicated for this. She couldn’t fight in her state.

Novus grasped the General. “Juliana you cannot go.” He spoke as he stared to her.

Juliana fought against him, “I am the General of the King’s Guard and our harbor is under attack! The hell I can’t go!” She snapped back at him, her words slurred.

Novus looked to Vinelle a moment as he held onto the General whom shoved against his chest. Though in his distraction Juliana slammed her elbow against his sternum which caused him to release her swiftly. Another explosion sounded as she slipped from his grip and rushed clumsily down the stairs. She tripped and caught herself on the wall at the bottom of the stairs with a groan. Novus gazed to Vinelle as a sigh came over his lips. “She rarely listens to anyone.” He smirked as he grabbed the empty glasses. “I’ll see you soon.” He spoke before he walked back down the stairs.

Juliana rushed through the streets in her heels. Her breaths heavy against the tight corset. She skidded to a stop as she came to the harbor. Fires burned violently. Several ships...nearly all of the great fleet of Malreos….it would be gone. She gasped as she took a few steps back. “No...” She lowered her eyes to see several of the King’s Guard with swords drawn.

“General!” One of the recruits ran toward her. “Thank Gods you’re here!” He looked her up and down, his lips parted. “General...it’s the Raven’s claw...they...did this...”

Juliana blinked as she gazed passed him to the burning ships. “Raven’s Claw...” She whispered softly. Then another explosion sounded. It was close. Too close.

“General!” The recruit grasped onto her as the heat of the flames rushed forward. They were thrown back harshly from the blast wave.

Juliana’s ears rang as she lay on her back, her vision covered by the cloud of smoke that surrounded her. She coughed as she pushed against the weight of the recruit on her chest. She gasped as she fought to breathe. A man came into her vision, black clothing, a black mask tied tightly over the lower half of his face. He chuckled as he knelt down. “The great General Baylar.” He spoke as he pulled a dagger. The recruit lay on top of her, shards of metal had pierced into his back, his breaths shuddered. “A shame for your king to lose his fleet and his great general all in the same night.” The man snickered. He slowly sliced his blade across the neck of the recruit that lay over her. Blood splashed over the general as she pushed against the dead weight of the man. “Don’t fret general. I’m not going to kill you.” He grinned as he grasped onto her shoulder and pulled her from beneath the guard. He grinned as he looked her up and down. “My king would be quite interested in you.”

“The king of Malreos – of Aeritgar is our only king. King Aerraenos is the king.” Juliana choked out as the man gripped onto her throat now. She writhed against him. Her world spun violently.

“You need to open your eyes, General Baylar.” The man spoke with a snicker. “The Aerraenos family will fall.” He gripped more tightly as she kicked against him, but it seemed to do no good, it merely got a chuckle in return. “This kingdom will fall so swiftly.” He slammed her against the brick wall of a building. Juliana let out a cry of pain as she felt his blade slice into her neck slightly. “Stop fighting against me. I don’t want to kill you, General. But that doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you.” He slammed her again and snickered.

The heat of the flames surrounded them as smoke clouded her vision. Juliana could feel the warmth of her blood as it dripped from the superficial wound in her neck. She shuddered as she was forced forward by a hand on the back of her neck. She needed a weapon. Why had she been so stupid to run into danger without a way to protect herself. Where was Vinelle? Her heart sank, she’d led Vinelle into danger. Drunk. Her heart raced as she turned and fought against the man. She broke his grasp and she sprinted forward. “General!” He growled as he rushed after her and tackled her to the ground where she knocked the dagger from his grip with a carefully aimed jab at his jaw. She felt his own fist collide with the side of her face and she brought her arms up to protect herself. Her eyes began to glow as her emotions swelled within her. A burst of power came from the fae as she slammed her hands into the chest of her assailant.

Within the thick of the smoke and the heat of the flames beautiful bright blue wings appeared on Juliana’s back. She staggered back before she thrust into the air. Her wings flapped several times before she landed roughly and the wings disappeared. She stumbled and staggered. Alcohol wasn’t a friendly thing with magic. It made her lose focus. She was slammed once again from behind and her body was pressed harshly against a brick wall. “You’re a fae.” The man’s voice spoke darkly, a sinister snicker came from him. “Ohhh our king will love this.” He whispered in her ear. He pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket and drew a rune upon the wall before her. Then with the swift words of a spell a rush of flames licked around the two. The only trace left was that of a few drops of General Baylar’s blood upon the brick and the rune that the man had drawn.

**

“What is happening?!” Jaelyx rushed through the castle. He had a sword upon his hip. “Where is General Baylar?” He questioned swiftly.

“She’s not here, your grace.” A recruit spoke. “She went to the city...a night off...it was her night off...” He spoke quickly.

The king stood upon the stairs of the castle – his eyes gazed to the harbor. “I want the harbor swept – get the fires out! Find the bastards who did this!” He ordered in a cold voice. “Where’s Lady Vinelle?” He called out. “Get Dr. Stone! We will need a healer!” His voice ordered all of this quickly as he rushed about. The King’s Guard moved swiftly within the castle.

**

Jaenyra stood upon the balcony of the tower of the castle. Her crystal hues gazed to the flaming docks of the city, her lips parted. Her breath shuddered as she watched everything unfold. Each explosion caused her to wince slightly. She gripped upon the railing as she drew in a slow breath. This was the beginning...the first true attack…

**

Valon rushed about with the king’s guard. He climbed upon his horse and with a group of the guard he rushed into the city. The group of guards clattered through the streets of frightened people that looked from their homes. The prince called out orders to his men as they neared the docks. As they came to the harbor he coughed from the thick smoke. “Spread out! Find whoever did this! Put the fires out!” He ordered as he leaped from his horse and pulled his sword. He came to one of the sites of the explosions. Many people from the city held buckets of water that they were dousing the flames with. A rune remained on the cobblestone street. He knelt down and ran his fingertip over the rune as he inspected it. It was drawn in thick black ink. The prince stood slowly and gazed about, his crystal hues searched through the thick smoke - it was difficult to see anything at all aside from shadows and the orange glow of the flames.