Yamada awoke to see the night stars that twinkled and danced over the Oeo. The murky water lapped under him. He sat up looking around in a daze. The eight headed serpent burst forth from the water roaring. Yamada scurried back filled with terror, flailing through the water to reach the coast line. As he made land fall, Yamada spun around raising his fists, heaving and clenching his teeth. The serpent was frozen. Motionless. It glared at him with piercing amber eyes. Yet, Yamada didn't sense any malice from it. Instead the Draken simply stared at him with a satisfied face. He relaxed lowering his posture. "I guess you finally had enough to eat." He scoffed. From behind him, he heard the sound of metal parting the sand. Yamada spun around to see the knight, wearing his new armour. The Serpent Knight.
The Serpent Knight, yanked Harbinger off his back. "Why are you still here?" He asked, with an ethereal and echoing voice. Yamada was taken aback. "I don't even know where, here is!" Yamada exclaimed. The Serpent Knight, looked over his shoulder as the tree line of Yamata, was lit a blaze instantly. Shrieks of terror rung out, and burning corpses ran out screaming at him. Yamada stumbled back, watching the flaming corpses leap into the water. His heart hammered at his chest. From the fire emerged a man clad in Adamantine armour, holding a flailing and faceless woman. Begron Argul. Yamada leapt to his feet, the rage boiled inside of him. He would not watch this happen again. Never again. Yamada sprinted through the Serpent Knight. The armour turning to mist and coalescing around him. "You want me kill me?" Begron asked. With Harbinger high above his head.
Yamada brought the blade down, with all his might and scream that ripped his throat. He felt Harbinger cleave and rip through metal and bones. Yamada felt a wave of relief. He looked up only to see a nightmare. Harbinger had only grazed Begron's armour, but cleaved his mother in half. "Why didn't you run?" His mother asked, with a cold raspy voice. Yamada shot awake in his bed screaming, drenched in a cold sweat. Through his eastward facing window. The sun had started to crest the horizon. He clutched his head. "A nightmare." He said, breathing a sigh of relief. Yamada jumped out of bed, to notice he was naked. He looked around the room, to see a note left by Irina. As he opened the note, he pursed his lips to a line. Cursive and squiggly writing. Nearly impossible to discern any lettering from each other.
He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling his frustration. Could this letter have important information only for him? Could it be private? Was it even for him? Why do people write like this? A handmaiden let out a startled yelp, quickly covering her eyes. Yamada summoned his armour in response. "My deepest apologies!" She kowtowed repeatedly. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked. "Of course sir! They can cut my tongue out a thousand times, before I will talk!" She said proudly pounding her chest. Yamada's eyes were wide open. He was glad that his armour kept his shock hidden. "Read this to me." Yamada ordered. The handmaiden took the note, blushing immediately. That was not a good sign. "Yamada, enjoy yourself today. I have no duties for you. I have sent several handmaidens to satisfy your needs..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip at him.
"Is there a place to train?" He asked quickly taking the note away. Several busty handmaidens appeared in the door way, their blouses buttoned down to reveal their cleavage. "What would you like to train?" They asked in unison. "I'm going to go find it myself. You ladies...ummm...stay put...." He trailed off. An idea popped into his head. "You ladies will do anything I say right?" He asked with a smile. "Of course." They said licking their lips at him. "Perfect. Meet me outside, I almost forgot to put clothes on underneath." Excited whispers and murmurs spread through the girls. Outside? Whores do it outside for all to see. But he was an Islander, and a Forsaken Knight. His morals had to be different.
Saira wore a tanned shirt under her leather apron. Her leather trousers were stained with scuff marks and soot. She had already begun profusely sweating, two hours after the sun had risen. She scanned, her new workshop with a smile. It was coming together. The forge was still cold, but ready to be heated. The Deiridium anvil, still needed to be delivered and barrels of oil were missing. Her tools had a layer of rust. She let out a frustrated sigh. Her workshop was not coming together. "Saira." Yamada called out. She perked up, hearing his voice. She snapped to the origin source. Her face contorted and twisted with a mixture of jealously, anger and confusion. Behind Yamada, several busty handmaidens followed closely, and he wasn't wearing those tight red pants anymore. He was wearing a common white shirt and leather pants, with Harbinger slung on his back. Today was starting out awful.
He smiled at her, before looking around the empty workshop. "Sorry, I didn't come earlier. I could not find this place, for the life of me." She leaned over, to glare at the handmaidens. 'Stay away.' It said. "How did you find me?" She asked, still periodically shooting a glare at the other women. "We asked around for a red headed woman, named Saira. Some nice men, told me that I could find the massive cow here." Yamada said. Saira frowned immediately, ready to explode at him. "That's why I taught them a lesson." He said smiling at her, showing his bloodied knuckles to her. "Are they okay?" She asked nervously. "Of course." Yamada said, walking around the shop. Saira locked eyes with the Handmaidens all shaking their heads.
Saira pulled Yamada aside. "Why are those women are here?" She hissed. "I know we only did it once, but surely-" "I'm not sleeping with them." He whispered back. "They're here to help you set up your workshop." "They are!?" Saira exclaimed "We are!?" They exclaimed. "What did you think, I was asking you to do?" He asked confused at their reaction. Saira whispered into his ear. "Oh gross! I would never do 'that' in public." Yamada blushed. "Well, now that we're clear. You nice ladies, help her like you do me." They all looked at him stared at him confused. "Not in that way!" He yelled, face red and flushed. Yamada let out a sigh. Are women always thinking about sex? That can't be right. Gwyneth wasn't like this, nor was Kapuna. "Do you need me to do anything?" Yamada asked.
"Well, I'm still missing the anvil and grinding stone. But those are both made out of Deiridium, I don't want to burden the Monarch's guard. And it could be too heavy..." She trailed off, remembering how weightless, he made that great sword of his appear. "Where are they?" He asked. "I ordered them from the garrison blacksmith, they should have been here by now." "I'll go and have a talk with them." He said patting Saira on the shoulder. "You ladies stay here, and do whatever she says." Yamada sauntered off, unaware of the seething rage festering behind him. Saira gave them a cocky smirk. "How good are you ladies at carrying pales of oil?"
Ul'lanna woke up to a gentle humming, and smell of hot fresh bread. She sat up, rubbing her frizzy bedhair, enjoying the gentle sun seeping into her room. As she yawned, the sound of metal being scraped against a whetstone caught her attention. Ul'lanna immediately leapt to her wardrobe, drawing her katana and created a palm size gate of fire. She dashed out, ready to strike. With a gentle puff, she was instantly encased in ice. Her eyes darted around frantically, her body immobilized in the ice, with a microscopic gap between her and the ice.
In her living room, Irina sat comfortably on the couch, stirring a hot cup of tea. Beside her was Ul'lanna's breastplate. "Good instincts. You're Elven physiology, allowed you to hear that simple touch." She said taking a sip. How was this ice created so fast? Where was the gate? What does a gate of ice even look like? Why was Monarch Irina in her room? Irina snapped her fingers and the ice shattered. Ul'lanna fell to her knees, quickly taking a fighting stance. Katana by her face, ready for a thrust. "I heard you were quite fond of the ice, I created." Ul'lanna tossed aside her katana, quickly embracing Irina. She was taken by surprise, as Ul'lanna nuzzled herself into her neck. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." She repeated. "Alright, I see 'fond' was a weak way to describe your affection for my ice dessert." Irina snickered.
Ul'lanna broke away, clearing her throat. She blushed and patting down her nightgown. "My apologies Monarch Irina. I just-" "It's quite alright. I just- I just wasn't expecting such a warm welcome." She smiled. "Please sit with me. There is much I would like to discuss with you." Ul'lanna followed quickly sitting down, noticing the ice disappear into mist. "You are wondering, how I created ice." "Am I that easy to read?" Ul'lanna asked shyly. "You are many things, but easy to read is not one of them." Irina said, setting her cup. "Forgive me, Monarch Irina. But are you sure that you want to speak to someone, as dull as I?" Irina reclined in her seat, smirking at her.
"A low born Elf. You rise to a position of leadership. Bred to march upon the Citadel, and bring its destruction. And somehow. You become an ally of the Citadel; gain Encara's Blessed scroll, become allies with Jacara Cagim, the Prince of both the Silver City and Citadel. And to top it all off. You sleep with the first ever Forsaken Knight to walk across the land of Jux, in over eight thousands years." Ul'lanna's eyes bulged out of her skull. "You, Ul'lanna Jiyū are many things. Dull is not one of them." "I...I actually slept with Jac-" "Don't lie to me girl." She snarked. Ul'lanna retreated. "He like, his father before him. Both wear their hearts on their sleeves." Irina savoured Ul'lanna squirming uncomfortably. "I apologise, young one. It is always fun to make people uncomfortable." She snickered.
A thin layer of sweat was building on Ul'lanna's skin. "Can I please ask, why you're here Monarch Irina?" Ul'lanna asked, her voice filled with fear. Irina chuckled, slapping her knee. "Calm down. I was just having a little fun." She created a gate of fire in her palm. "I've come here, because like Yamada. You've piqued my interest and earned my attention. Tell me. What rank were you in the Elven army?" "Ca..Captain." She nervously responded. That gate came out instantly, and its shape is perfect. No excess expenditure of arcane energy. This woman is incredibly skilled with magic. "I've heard the nightmares about being a woman in Kal'Nar. No, nightmare is a weak word to describe the horrors. Women paraded through the streets to be fucked relentlessly till they fall pregnant. Their wombs harvested to make new warriors. Left on the streets for a cheap thrill, when their minds are broken."
Ul'lanna took a gulp. She had wanted nothing more to forget the nightmare of her childhood. The screams and wails of women, still haunted her mind. "Show me your magic." Irina asked. Ul'lanna held her hand out, to open a gate. Her hand became instantly encased in ice. And in an instant it turned to mist. "There is no such thing as an Ice gate. In order to create ice, you take away its heat." Irina said, gesturing for Ul'lanna to touch her gate. Her skin bumped, a cold shiver ran down her spine, and her veins bulged. Irina's fire gate wasn't emitting heat, but absorbing it. Ul'lanna opened her own gate, her lines whipped and fluxed with each breath. Irina dismissed her gate, and Ul'lanna's. "It's a bit too early for you to try that magic. It took me decades to master it." She said standing up.
"How did you discover this kind of magic?" "Mastery of magic comes from, knowledge of the element. I suggest you ask Jacara. He maybe young, but he is nothing short of a prodigy when it comes to magic." Ul'lanna grimaced. "I see, he's already tried to teach you both, to no avail." "We...Yamada and I were....otherwise engaged in other activities." She said with a nervous smile. Irina snickered. "But you can still teach me right? I'll become your ward." Ul'lanna pleaded. "Unfortunately. All masteries, must be built on a solid foundation. One must always learn to crawl before they walk." Irina said, walking out. "But all masteries take time. If I don't start now, it will take even longer." She stopped at the door. "The last mage I know, who did that, became known as the Master of None. He skipped every foundational training, relying on his pure and innate talent alone." Irina closed the door behind her. Ul'lanna frantically undressed, rushing to change into her armour.
Ul'lanna rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She frantically tied her hair into a pony tail, her breastplate still flapping open and close. Irina snickered hearing her scramble down the hallway. Ul'lanna barged into Jacara's room, seeing him naked and attempting a chin up. "AH!" She squealed looking away. "DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK WOMAN!" Jacara screamed, falling to the ground. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT NAKED!?" She screamed, covering her eyes. "BECAUSE I HATE SWEATY CLOTHES!" Jacara quickly covered himself in a robe. So many questions raced through Ul'lanna's mind. Why do it naked? Why in the middle of the room? Why do it naked? What was with that pattern of hair? Why do it naked?
"Are you decent yet!?" "YES!" Ul'lanna hesitantly turned around. Both of them red and flustered. The two of them stared at each other, none of them said a word. The empty room was filled only with their heavy breathing. "One of us, should say something to break the tension." Ul'lanna said. "Did you enjoy gazing upon-" "AH!" She raised her voice cutting him off. "That's my fault. I should have just said something first." They went silent again. "Remember, last night. When you asked, what Yamada had that you didn't? I thought of something ne-" "GET OUT!" Jacara shouted throwing a cushion at her. She cowered blocking the cushion. He stormed off into his bedroom, as she snickered. "What do you want?" He called out. "I want you to tutor me in magic."
Jacara stuck only his head out, looking at her askance. "I've been doing that for the last wee..." He trailed off glaring at her. "You two weren't listening to a word, I was saying weren't you?" Ul'lanna's gasped, clutching her chest. "Do you think I would be that rude?" "How many vortexes, have to appear, before a wind gate can be used?" "Three." Ul'lanna said confidently. Jacara was silent, still glaring at her. "Two...?" Her confidence shaken. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Two and a half?" She said nervously, wincing at his stoic expression. "The answer was four." He said ducking back in. Ul'lanna grimaced, biting her lower lip. "Why now of all times?" He said coming out, dressed in a golden turquoise cloak. He stopped. "You only want to learn, how to make your own ice don't you?" Ul'lanna's darted away for a second. "Nn.nn..noooooo..." Jacara let out a sigh. "Fine, let's go. We should probably go find Yamada, while we're at it. Who knows how much trouble he's gotten into." "I'm sure he's fine." Ul'lanna said.
Irina sauntered down the walkway, hands clasped behind her back. A scorpion scuttled on top of her shoulder, tapping its stinger onto her neck. "I'm not deviating from the plan. I'm simply adding some extra steps." The scorpion waved its claws angrily at her. She sighed nodding her head along. "Yes, yes. I know you've been planning this for five decades." The scorpion angrily scuttled circles around her throat. "Will you calm down? I am simply recruiting another person." The scorpion paused lowering its head in disbelief. "Yes." Irina said assertively. "The Elf woman. She shows...promise." She watched as the Scorpion made a cross with its claws. Irina scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Enough of this, if you want your grand plan to come to fruition. Stop micromanaging." She said incinerating the scorpion.
Yamada approached the garrison. It was located in the eastern section of the Silver City. A large clearing of open land. A place that had seen more had more sweat and blood than most battlefields. Hearing the rhythmic chanting, of drill sergeants. Metal clashing against metal. The ringing of tense bowstrings. He noticed shadows swooping overhead. Shadows too large to be a bird. A flying type Draken. Yamada quickly drew Harbinger, gazing up. He froze, finally understanding the guard's weapon of choice. Groups of ten would link arms creating aerial pike formations. Yamada strolled through carelessly, staring up at the aerial formation. It mesmerized him that knights would take to the skies, to fight Drakens rather than waiting for them to come down. "IDIOT ON THE FIELD!" A drill sergeant yelled, everyone froze and pointed to Yamada. He was bald, and wore a ragged leather set of armour, over his clothes. Yamada froze looking around confused, as everyone erupted into a small laugh.
"I'm looking for the blacksmith. I'm here to pick up a delivery." Yamada said politely bowing to them. The sergeant spat at Yamada's feet. Being a head taller than Yamada. He locked eyes with Yamada, staring down at him. "Best be on your way. 'Forsaken Knight.' You don't want any trouble do you?" Yamada gave the sergeant a confused stare. "That's why I asked where is the Blacksmith? Did you not hear me?" Who would want trouble? The Sergeant gripped Yamada's shoulder, squeezing tightly. A clear threat to any man, woman or child. However to Yamada, the Sergeant's grip felt like nothing more than a gentle massage. "I think you're meant to spin me into the right direction." Yamada whispered.
The Sergeant chuckled, before quickly striking Yamada across the face. The on looking guards, all cheered, with the roaring Sergeant. Yamada spat out some saliva. No blood. The punch simply moved him. Yamada stood up straight, glaring at the Sergeant, before gesturing with his hand for more. "You want some more?" The Sergeant goaded, opening his arms. He charged at Yamada, cocking his right arm back, throwing all his weight into it. A telegraphed swing for a clear veteran. An obvious feint. Yamada threw his own left feint. The Sergeant dove to one knee, ready to tackle Yamada to the ground. He drove with all his strength and as fast as he could. Only to have his chin shattered by Yamada's kneecap.
The Sergeant's head cracked upwards, with a brilliant display of bloody mist. The crunch of his jaw silenced the training ground. He collapsed face first into the dirt, convulsing and twitching, gurgling on his blood. Yamada scanned the stunned men and women. "Now, which way is the Blacksmith?" He growled. They unanimously pointed in one direction. Yamada nodded at them, and parted way for him to pass. Some of the guards quickly rushed to aid the Sergeant, shouting for Blesseds to come. Yamada strolled to the garrison blacksmith. He was a burly man, covered in a thick layer of sweat, and soot. "I'm here to pick up an anvil and grinding stone." The Blacksmith turned to Yamada, holding his mallet tightly. "That big breasted sow, got you running her errands now?" He mocked.
"Do you have it or not?" Yamada said annoyed. The Blacksmith scoffed. "She has you whipped. You really believe she could be a blacksmith or armourer?" "Was your first ever creation perfect?" Yamada asked. The Blacksmith's smirk faded. "No one starts off perfect. So I don't know why you're acting so smug, when you won't even let her practice." He growled walking the Blacksmith towards his furnace. "Now, is there an anvil and grinding stone for her? Or are you going to tell me something different?" Yamada snarled, watching the Blacksmith quiver and tremble. "If you will not give her the items, where is her gold?" "I spent it." He said with a foolish sense of confidence. "I needed a good whore, after I saw her chest." "Then you'll be paying her back in blood at this rate." Yamada said with a forced smile. "I'm not afraid of a monster like you." He stammered nervously. Yamada transformed, towering over him, spreading out his wings. "What about now?" He growled.
After an hour passed, Saira sat with the exhausted handmaidens. Their backs, arms and legs howled from carrying pales of oil. "Where is that damn Islander?" One of them snapped. "I am not going to help this stupid farce any longer." She said proudly standing up. "I suggest you watch your tone. You are at his service." Saira growled. "Yes exactly. His service. I will not serve, some stupid woman with udders, trying to become a blacksmith of all professions." She snapped, folding her arms. The other women joined standing behind her. "Good luck with your stupid dreams." One said as the others laughed. "Is that how you all feel?" Yamada said behind them. A startled yelp ran through them, and they leapt apart. Saira gleamed with joy, seeing him carrying the anvil and grinding stone, in each arm. "Of-of-of, of course not your-" "I don't like liars." He said glumly setting the items down. "Our apologies, please-" "Go, before I kill you all." He snapped. They scurried off whimpering.
Saira winced, her skin bumped. She felt her heat beating out of its chest. Yamada met her gaze, with amber slit eyes. "This place makes me angry." He sighed. Saira could only sense sadness in his words. She cautiously approached him, resting a hand onto his shoulder. "What's wrong?" "This place. It's meant to heal the sick and weak. To help those in need." He said softly. The pleas of terrified men and women rung out in his mind. Beneath the shining and gleaming buildings, this place was rotten to its core. "So, why are there people outside the walls, crying and pleading for help?" "They don't have any gold-" Yamada shoved Saira aside, drawing Harbinger to her throat. She froze, trembling seeing a visage of death, and feeling its cold bite resting on her throat. "Did you think of grabbing gold and valuables?" He asked, bringing her mind back. Yamada released her and bowed. "I'm sorry. I don't like that excuse. No one running away from death, thinks of grabbing valuables or gold. They grab what's precious to their hearts." He said solemnly.
Saira tried to reach out and stop him. "You should start practicing. You have an entire kingdom to put to shame." He said walking away. "Yamada." She called out. He spun around to Saira bashfully and nervously fidgeting. "I don't have any materials..." She blushed. "I'll go get you some..." He trailed off, seeing Gwayn march towards him, with several of his honour guard behind him. Yamada could admit the lances struck an imposing sight, but they were nevertheless a dumb weapon to use. The clubs on Yamata, would be a better choice. "Forsaken One. You are under arrest. You are guilty for striking a member of the Silver City's army; threatening the garrison Blacksmith and theft of the army's property." He said glaring at Saira, and her 'new' anvil.
"She paid, for an anvil and grinding stone. He used it on whores, and did not provide the goods. He is guilty of theft, not her, and so I taught him a lesson." Yamada growled. Wind howled through the area. "You are still guilty of striking an officer of the army." Gwayn said sternly. His authority waning. "I was lost, and asking for directions. He struck me first. As Irina's personal guard. That means he struck a much higher ranking officer, and was also taught a lesson." Saira could sense Gwayn seething under his helmet. She, like the honour guards and other onlookers, slowly backed away. Arcane energy was filling the area, as a thin layer of dirt hovered over the cobbled stone streets. "Are we done here Gwayn?" "That's Captain Gwayn to you." He barked. "No it isn't." Yamada replied instantly. "You will respect me boy. Or I will make you." He threatened, grabbing the hilt of his Ram-dao. "I promised Jacara, I wouldn't make too much trouble for him." He said walking away.
Gwayn scoffed. "What's wrong Forsaken One? Scared to fight me?" Yamada ignored his goading, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Is this how your people fought off the attacking Elves?" Gwayn called out. Yamada froze, slowly placing his boot down. He spun around glaring at Gwayn. He relished in Yamada's anger. He had struck a nerve. "Walking away? Or did your people try to dance and sing them away?" Yamada summoned his armour, slowly marching towards them. Gwayn's honour guard howled with each insult, like a pack of hyenas. "Oh, I know. They probably offered them a tattoo of surrender. Right?" Yamada drew Harbinger, letting it smash the ground apart. Gwayn clutched his Ram-dao. The two of them readied themselves to attack. Both knights leapt at each other, ready to attack with a wide powerful arching swing.
Their swords clashed, creating a shockwave. The ground beneath them shattered and dust flew out. The deafening screech of clashing metal rung out, scaring any onlookers away. The two of them broke away, getting some distance from each other. The honour guards' jaws hung low in shock. Gwayn's attack was blocked. He steeled himself, but his hands felt like they were trying to grab an earthquake. He eyed Harbinger, feeling a creeping sense of dread. That rumours of his sword were true. This boy was swinging a weapon of pure Deiridium. Yamada readied himself for another attack. "Now this is a sight." Irina's voice called out. The two of them glanced over. "The Winged Viper and the Serpent Knight engaging in a friendly sparring match."
Behind Irina was Jacara and Ul'lanna."Now, now. If you two plan to fight. Please let us know." She said calmly. "Yes, let us know first. So I can kill you Yamada!" Jacara growled through his teeth. "So, we can arrange a proper venue to watch your spectacular match." Irina corrected. "Wait. what?" The two of them said, looking at Irina with a confused stare. "No one has had the galls, to challenge Captain Gwayn in over two decades. This will be an excellent display of his power. It will give everyone confidence, knowing just how powerful he is. And for everyone to see a figure of fabled legends fight." Irina clapped her hands together smiling in delight. "Come, we'll organise this right away." Yamada and Gwayn scowled at each other, gripping their weapons tightly. Irina looked to the sky. "It will almost be noon. We will have this exhibition match, in the town square." She announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. She smiled at Gwayn, who grunted and marched off. "Yamada, my dear. Please do not lose. You are representing me now." "I'll try not to kill him." He growled walking off. She smirked at his response.
Irina walked off with vigour and excitement. Jacara and Ul'lanna jogged after her. "Auntie Iri, is this wise? Yamada is...Yamada is well...He's different." "He's a Forsaken Knight. What do you expect?" "No, I mean he's different, when he enters into an engagement." Jacara corrected, shaking off a shudder. Irina and Ul'lanna spotted his bumped skin. "Could you explain your fear please?" Irina asked. "When we sparred, he got annoyed when I won, and that was scary as it was. But when he started to enjoy the fight...he became terrifying." Ul'lanna thought back to her first ever encounter with Yamada. How he relished in slowly killing her Commander. "Well not to worry. I'll make sure nothing bad happens to them." "Why do you want this fight to happen? What are you getting out of this?" Ul'lanna asked. 'Perceptive girl.' Irina thought.
Irina let out a sigh, as she walked. "Do you know, what the biggest threat to the greatest mages and knights are?" Ul'lanna looked to Jacara for the answer. He was equally as lost. "A peaceful and sedimentary life style. It rots the mind of mages. Atrophying the muscles and lagging a knight's reflexes. Yamada on the other hand is the first person, I've met in a long time. Who seeks only growth. Albeit not for honourable or righteous reasons." Irina said, glumly. Ul'lanna and Jacara agreed with her solemnly. "Also, there is another reason." Irina said excitedly. "Are the rumours true? That Yamada has...filled Gwyneth with his 'love'?" Jacara let out a defeated sigh. "He did what everyone thought to be impossible." He said deflated. "Wonderful!" Irina said with a spring in her step. "How is that wonderful?" Ul'lanna asked. "You should know that, Gwayn's only living family member, is his twin sister." Ul'lanna and Jacara froze in place their eyes bulging at the revelation.