A few days before Furien overthrew Thanatos. Bi'ranna, Zi'lara and Princess Xenarith rode off the beaten path. Zi'lara sat next to Bi'ranna with an elegant cushion under him, while Bi'ranna fidgeted on the seat, her behind raw from the long ride. She wore a frown, grumbling to herself, on the same beat of the rickety path. He drew in his journal, constantly glancing at Bi'ranna. "You'll get wrinkles, if you keep frowning like that." "Give me the cushion, and I won't wear it." She growled in Elvish. "I would, but she gave it to me." He replied shimmying his behind, with a smug smile. "You know there's nothing stopping me from killing you, and taking that cushion right?" "You would kill me over a cushion?" "I'd kill for less." She shrugged. "Stop the wagon, I need to use the bathroom." Princess Xenarith said, her voice soft and sweet. Zi'lara melted at the sound of her voice, while Bi'ranna rolled her eyes in disgust. "Again, she needs to use the toilet. Isn't there a pot in there for her?" "A princess would never use a pot, unlike you-" "Finish that line, and see what happens."
The door to her carriage swung open. "Please look away." "Why would I look?" Bi'ranna asked confused at the stupidity. "Of course your majesty." Zi'lara bowed, creating a wall of ink to shroud her. She shook her head at him. "You don't even know what she looks like." "She's going to be beautiful-no. She is beautiful." "You're an idiot." "I can hear you two speaking Elvish. I know it sounds like little puffs of air." "You're just imaginining things." Bi'ranna said. "We have a lot of ground to cover, so clean your cunt and-" Zi'lara slapped his hand over her mouth. She stared at him wide eyed with a burning fury. "Country's emblem. It should be clean for when you return. Your majesty." She giggled, entering into the cabin.
He slowly removed his hand from her face. Her face red and etched with an imprint of his palm. Zi'lara gulped, forcing out a nervous smile. "Sorry?" He shrugged. Bi'ranna kicked him off the wagon, snatching the cushion. He landed with a thud, the air flying out of his lungs, and made a dying wheeze. "If you EVER do that again. I will cut your damn balls off." She snarled. "Zi'lara!" Princess Xenarith called out, peeking from behind the curtain. "Are you okay?" He leapt to his feet, puffing out, what little chest muscles he had. "I am okay your majesty." He said lowering his voice. She giggled. "When you're done posing in her piss puddle. Get back on." Zi'lara looked to the puddle moving around his boots. He blushed, quickly leaping back onto the front of the wagon. "You didn't have to do that." He said in Elvish. "Oh no. It was necessary." "I-" He stopped feeling a pillow pat his shoulder. "For the ride." "Thank you! You are too kind!" He said eagerly taking the pillow. "You know a real knight, would have said no first." "Shit! You think it's too late?" "I can't wait to leave you behind." She groaned rolling her eyes.
In the distance Bi'ranna spotted a banner peeking over the horizon. She nudged him. "Zi'lara. Do you see that?" He squinted leaning forward. "What is that?" "It looks like one of our banners, except-" "OH! IT'S A HIGHPRINCE!" Bi'ranna jabbed him in the ribs. "SIT DOWN! Did you forget that we are meant to be seen!?" She hissed pulling him down. He held his side. "Why not? A high prince is our ally." "I don't trust men born into power." "Who taught you that?" "Not important. We're going around, before they see us." "Why have we stopped?" "Danger up ahead. We're going around." "Why? Is my Knight too weak to protect me?" A vein bulged on Bi'ranna's forehead. "No...We're going around, because avoiding conflict is the smarter thing to do." She said pulling the wagon into the woods. "And because I don't want to die protecting some bitch." She muttered in Elvish.
Zi'lara tried to punch her, only to get his wrist caught. She glared at him. "Testing your reflexes?" He said forcing a smile. "Just shut up and hide us. I'll keep the Qilin quiet." The two of them hopped off. She gently caressed and patted the Qilin, keeping it calm, as Zi'lara painted the side of the wagon to match the shrubbery. The three waited holding their breaths as Furien's party drew closer. Princess Xenarith peeked from the curtains, with Zi'lara hiding underneath her. He was seething, with his fist clenched and shaking. Furien sat atop a golden throne with sickly and weak low born elves carrying him. Behind him trailed nearly a thousand sickly Elves, carrying supplies and weapons with them. "Stop shaking so much!" He shouted stomping his feet. Some buckled from the fatigue and exhaustion. "Still think, he's an ally?" Bi'ranna said in Elvish. She turned finally spotting him, burning with rage. Approaching him gently, she held him back. "Whatever he did. Do not attack him."
Snarling at the sight of Furien slowly passing. Bi'ranna staggered back shocked at the sight of his teeth growing into fangs, and his skin becoming scales. "Zi'lara, take a deep breath and-" He flipped open his sketch book, to the picture of the Vasha. "Magnum Opus." He growled. She took him by the shoulders, shaking him. "Stopstopstop!" She hissed, desperately trying to get his attention. The wagon begun to float into the air, she felt a surge of Arcane energy fill the air. She shrugged. "Alright, fuck it, I guess we're doing this." Bi'ranna mounted the wagon, grabbing her sword. It turned into a blade of swirling wind. "Hey princess, stay inside." Furien leapt off his throne, inspecting the haggard and beaten Elves. "Tsk, pathetic." He created a Fire Gate. "FURIEN!" Zi'lara roared.
"Hmm?" "Magnum Opus. Vasha Incarnate!" A inky blotchy imitation of Vasha exploded from the tree line, standing over fifty metres tall. Screams of terror rung out, as her four wings flapped, the low born scattered and fled. Bi'ranna helped create the illusion of power, by increasing the wind from each beat. The Vasha clone roared reeling back. It lunged at Furien still staring at it unimpressed. He raised his Fire Gate towards it. "Incinerate." He said indifferently. Zi'lara's Magnum Opus was engulfed in a raging inferno of fire, sucking the wind out of Bi'ranna's weapon. The ink clone crystallized and shattered into pieces. Zi'lara fell to his knees, drenched in sweat, desperately trying to take his next breath. He spotted Bi'ranna standing next to the wagon, in her armour and wielding her weapon. "Interesting." 'Shit! Shit! Shit! Damn it Zi'lara. Why couldn't you just sneak up and slit his throat!?'
He strolled over, his boots crunching and stomping over the remains of Zi'lara's Magnum opus. Towering over him, he inspected Zi'lara. "What are you two doing here? Are you two showing weakness?" "No...sir. Commander General Argul, has sent us on a secret mission, to escort a Artaraxian V.I.P back home." Bi'ranna said trembling, gripping her sword tightly. "That so...And did you steal that from my Uncle, low born filth?" He growled marching towards her. "He gave me this, and the armour." She said raising her sword to him. He stopped looking at it. "You dare raise your weapon, to me? To your high prince!?" She looked to Zi'lara breaking down into tears, and sobbing. "Yeah..." She said forcing a smile. "Because you and every other prince can go fucking die. Especially your brother Prizola."
He glared at her, summoning his Fire gate. "Insolent little bitch! I'll enjoy watching them fatten you up, to be a breeder." She created a Wind gate, blasting his gate with a giant gust. His gate pulsed out of control, singeing his hair and face. Furien let out a growl, swatting wildly, to fan his away his flames. Bi'ranna stepped in cleaving his arm off in one clean downward motion. As she moved in, to deal the finishing blow. Furien had not reacted the way she predicted. Instead of screaming and reeling back to expose his throat. He wrapped his giant hand over her face and slammed her into the ground. She felt her ribs break from the force. The air rushed out of her lungs. She lost all her strength instantly, gasping for air, her eyes bloodshot. He stood over her, cauterizing his stump with a Fire gate, barely flinching. He stood over her, placing his sabaton onto her face. "Such a waste to not make you a breeder." A twisted grin stretched across his face. "But hearing this crunch, is always more fun."
She screamed thrashing desperately, with what little strength she had to push his boot off. The blinding pain over took her. Tears streamed down her face, as she clawed at his boot. He stood over her letting out a sinister snicker. "Louder! Scream louder!" A burly fist struck him across the face, sending him flying and then tumbling. He stood up immediately spitting out blood and a tooth. Bi'ranna was hoisted into the air, by thick solid burly arms. She gazed upon Princess Xenarith's face. Supple bronze skin, with striking emerald eyes, and pearl grey river hair that flowed past her bulging shoulders. Bi'ranna was placed inside the comfortable carriage. Staring with bulging eyes and her jaw hanging in the wind. Princess Xenarith wore a gold dress too tight for her muscles. Giving Bi'ranna a pat on the head, she made her to way to Zi'lara. She watched speechless as the hulking goliath effortlessly slung Zi'lara into the wagon. "Take care of him, I'll handle this one."
Furien approached Princess Xenarith stopping at the sight of her. He reeled backed disgusted at the sight. "What the fuck are you?" "I believe you mean, whom the fuck I am." She said cracking her knuckles. "No, I definitely mean. What the fuck are you." "I am Princess, Alexandra Xenarith. Heir to the three thrones of Artaraxus." "I can see you being an heir, but not a princess." He said looking her up and down troubled. "Time you learn some manners. Prince." She smirked. "I'll gladly teach you, how to be a woman." He leapt in with a roar, cocking back his fist. Alexandra ducked the first punch, tackling him at the waist. She threw him over her shoulder. "Ooo!" Bi'ranna winced. She quickly mounted Furien, grabbing his salet, and began straddle punching him. Each hit made Bi'ranna happier and happier. He bucked her off, spitting out blood, with his nose broken. "ENOUGH!" He shouted.
Furien created a Fire gate, and struck the ground. Fire travelled wildly from his attack. The Qilin mounted to their wagon, let out a roar, reeling back to dodge the fire. It took off running through the trees. "WAIT!" Alexandra cried out, sprinting after it. She leapt over the raging lines of fire, barely able to catch the end of the wagon as it fled into the distance. Furien rose to his feet, snarling as the three of them sped off. "You have some explaining to do Uncle." He grunted.