-The month of Wynnethel, the 1st, year ATC 3,527-
Realizing he hadn't taken down his Air barrier, he steps into the dressing room. Breathing heavily from his altercation with the pair of Dark Duon, he doesn't see Ila'Mu as he looks around the room.
"Ila. Mu. Come out. Now. We have to. Leave the castle. Immediately. There's more trouble. Brewing around here. Then I had thought..", taking deep breaths every few words to calm his adrenaline, along with the exertion of pushing both his abilities and his body to limits he hasn't tried to push in a long while. Halfway through talking he started to walk over towards the wall-installed drawers with a coat rack above them, on the opposite side of the dress closet Ila'Mu ducked into to hide from the Dark Duon, as he starts shuffling through the drawers.
He hears ruffling coming from the side dress closet, as Ila'Mu opens the door and emerges from it, he hears her tiny voice once again "Is it truly safe.. ? We heard multiple voices, none of which that sounded like yours," he stopped what he was doing to turn and face her while she spoke. It seemed as if there were an internal thought process that blanked her expressing for a moment before her next words, "We. Wished to surprise any would-be attackers.."
Heiracles chuckles lightly, thinking of her tiny frame going up against the pair of Dark Duon. While they might not have the time controlling ability as the Wizarol do, they have changed much, during their Banishment and the minimum height of the average Duon, now, in Calysto was much closer to the average 5 meters of the Wizarol species, versus his own 3 meters. In all his long years, more than any Duon rightfully has, his body unchanging, yet still aging much more slowly. Unlike each generation of their retainers that were Banished with them all those years ago, becoming more like their would-be allies the Wizarol in appearance and ability.
This thought reminds him of the rings his father had gifted his siblings and their partners, along with his own spouse and himself, as he looks down at the middle finger of his right hand, the obsidian-looking ring on that finger being the origin of what looks to be scale armor spreading from said ring in a black so deep it appears to absorb the surrounding light that covered the entire finger and spread across a good portion of his palm and the back of his hand down to his wrist, creeping up the remaining 3 fingers and thumb up to the first knuckle.
Turning back to the drawers now with a sour note to his facial features along with his movements, as he remembers that past memory, it's almost as if some.. 'Feeling' is trying to pull him into said memory, but he shakes his head to dispell the vibration he started to feel all over his body. He straps his coin pouch around his waist while filling his satchel with trail mix, jerky and a few canteens filled to the brim with water.
He shuffles over to another built-in dresser, pulling out some of he and his now-late wives daughters clothes, being about the same size as Ila and stuffing them into his satchel along with a pair of nondescript, muted brown cloth pants and a drap white shirt, looking back at Ila'Mu from the corner of his eye he can see she's watching him, "For when we get out of the castle, it wouldn't do well for us to be spotted in the same outfits." He chuckles lightly, looking down to only now realize his now dirtied and torn silk, cream-colored pajamas had never been changed, with all of the intensity that tonight had brought, he never changed out of them in all the chaos of these first short few hours of the day. "Or, atleast a modest change of clothes for myself fit later." throwing a mud-brown cloak over-top of the dirtied pajamas.
Ila'Mu nods her head slightly, "We shall abide by your knowledge of this city, my. My lord." stumbling over those last words, being unsure exactly what to call this Duon before them.
Heiracles laughs loudly at her awkwardness, shaking his head once again, "Such formality is truly unnecessary." The smile that covered his face now turned sad, "Due to the.. Circumstances of our meeting, I think it best for you to call me Kiles, as Celine did. None other than her dared call me by anything other then my name, being that I am one of the Banished Princes, plus. Plus those that knew of that nickname. Are now all dead, so... "
His eyes looking towards the ground, a single tear escaped and ran down to the tip of his nose before falling silently to the ground.
Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Come, we must be away from here as quickly as possible. I have gathered all that I will be able to, I'll just collect my daughter and we'll be on our way." As he finished the last sentence, he grabbed what appeared to be a sling and threw it over his shoulder as he marched back towards the bedroom without looking back.
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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. 🥰