-The month of Wynnethel, the 1st, year ATC 3,527-
A rather large hulking shape of one of the Shattered Duons that had been Banished along with his Father and siblings, himself included, merely because their very own Mother feared their Father was outlined on the connected patio to his chambers.
"Leave my presence, Dark. I need no refreshment nor anything else. You should not be within the Royal Quarters of the High Castle to begin with", his voice full of spite and anger, his dream still fresh in his mind.
A deeply melodic laughter comes from the Dark that is somehow recognizable before hearing it speak, "I see how you treat your friends, Kiles. A near 2 millenia of wealth and High Culture seem to have done work on you, friend." She crouches, moving through the balcony doorway clumsily, considering the diagrams for the vast majority of the High Castle was not designed with the idea of her species in occupance.
At her first word Heiracles bolted to his feet, reaching her long before she finished her last words. As he approached her in the dark chamber he could clearly see his ear hadn't played tricks on him, "Celine, my dear? What a treat, it has been such a long time!" You could almost hear the strain in his voice.
The Youngest of the lineage of the Royal Unity of the Wizarol hadn't been at his doorstep in some 500 years, now. And, while she called him friend, her last visit left his Father in a furious uproar. She had prevented him to lead his army of Darks Northward, in search of carnage upon his previous home, to soothe his jilted pride by the former love of his life. "How have you been? It has been. What, some 500 years.. ? What. What brings you to Calysto?"
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I want to dedicate a section of each chapter to the love of my life, Kreation. For supporting my dream and urging me forward on my desires to finally 'put pen to paper', so to speak by writing out my book for you all to read, thank you so much for the support and love. 🥰