The North Gate of Prusha was silent. As any other Snowy nights. The guards stood near the gate, cautious of their surroundings. See, the North gate was the only thing keeping most of the Demon continent from barging into Anos.
The land behind Prusha is a place known as Bandavor Valley, it was a pathway that made it into the Demon continent and known for its difficult traversal. Many of those from the demon continent either take this route, or try to take the route to the East gate which was a much longer but safer journey.
Of the many people who've crossed this Path. Two people in particular have made their way to Prusha in the dead of the night.
The guards watched vigilantly at the road ahead. Nights here in the north gate were the most dangerous, even the most seasoned Guard in Prusha advised always having more than two stationed there. King Lucian took this Gate as the highest priority. Most of the guards stayed here, which was why there was a lack of guards within the city and other gates.
One of the guards noticed something, two figures approaching. And so he shouted.
"Hey! This is the North gate of Prusha! Name yourself!"
There was silence. The two figures did not care, they strolled closer. The torch lights that lit up the vicinity showed their appearance. The guard identified them.
A young woman. Her face covered with an owl mask, Her short brown hair was visible beneath the cloak she wore. What was a woman doing out here so late? And who was this man?
The man was a much older person. Though cleanly shaved, there were noticeable wrinkles that the guard could see. His long Silver hair flowed through the air as snow speckled across it, but the man didn't care. In fact, the man seemed emotionless from what the guards could see. He kept a blank face as the two grew closer.
His eyes glowed a yellow hue, like a dragons.
"Hmph. Here again…" The silver haired man said. His voice was cold and hard, a voice of someone who's been and seen everything.
"…So it seems…Need I need to remind you of why we're here?" The woman spoke. She had a softer voice than his, but it was clear that she also has been through a lot. There was a roughness to her voice. "Lady Marika sent us here to find Urrok." The two stopped in their tracks.
"Hmm. Indeed. But It seems he has failed lady Marika."
"Certainly, but how?"
They both were close to the North gate, but the silver haired man quickly fetched a scroll from his side pouch. Tracing his hand over it and holding his palm out.
Suddenly, a gate opened from thin air. It led to a cellar of some sorts. This was something the guards immediately noticed and ran towards the two.
"Hey! Stop right there! Where do you th-." Their voices cut off as the man and woman stepped out of the gate and into the cellar, closing the gate behind them.
"It is not of my concern. My only reason for being with lady Marika is to get the boy. For all I care, urrok can be dead." The Silver haired Man coldly said.
"And it's all part of your plan, yes?" The woman inquired. "Aren't you just following in your old footsteps?"
The two were unfazed by the spell that was used, it was their use of transportation. A forbidden Magic form that isn't used in either Prusha or Any of the Kingdoms, but one used by the Dragon kind. Its massive usage of mana deemed it as Forbidden, but its usage proved useful to the two.
"This time it'll be different. With this many changes, I'm certain that this run will be the one." He walked up the stairs of the cellar, with the woman in tow. "Starting with My daughter…The boy actually living. That new child... This has to be Arael doing."
"what if arael is just helping us?." That comment made the silver haired man freeze and turn to the woman.
"I'll believe your claim once I see it, but until then. Anyone suspicious are under my list of Arael's puppets." He hissed angrily. There was pure hatred in that.
She shrugged that response off. That personality of hers just reminded him of her…or what was originally her. But that didn't truly confirm anything for him. They just had similar personalities, he told himself.
"Hrm." He groaned. "We will stay here in this home. I bought it some time ago to ensure I had a place somewhere in all the kingdoms. It's not noticeable or anything." He opened the door to the house's floor. It was a pretty empty home with only a couple of chairs and a bed, with many notes lying around on a table. This place was something similar to a small apartment of sorts.
The woman quickly moved past The silver haired man, examining the home. "Ah, a place to sleep. Still can't get over how similar this place is to my old one."
"Let us focus on the mission at hand. What the plans will be. We mustn't waste time." He walked to the notes that he left piled on the ground. Notes that had almost everything important in them. "Starting with the boy, Chris."
"Your obsession with the boy is weird." The woman said as she skimmed through the notes.
The notes seemed to be riddled with notes on people, locations and spells. She wasn't really knowledgeable in this…Magic usage nor was she knowledgeable of locations. But she was observant enough to realize that most of these notes were constantly changing. It's why there was a pile, a constant change in them.
"The boy is essential to the master plan to rid Arael of this world. That and the Girl." The silver haired man managed to pull out a specific piece of paper, it was layered with notes of Chris. Dating his birth, Height and description of his face. "But something is amiss, urrok should've killed the boy."
"I'm assuming you would've killed him yourself then. That's why you came." The woman was piecing this all together.
"It is indeed why I didn't care of the owl's life. " he said bluntly. "As long as I came before the boy's death, I would've taken his life. But the boy is still alive."
"Sigh…Even after travelling with you for Some time, you still manage to not make sense half the time." The woman said. "Even more weird that you just took me under your wing when we met."
"I've said it all clearly, haven't I?" He turned towards her, annoyed.
"I've already told you…These changes are unusual to me. Let me explain again so you can wrap your head around it." He swept through all the notes and placed them all separately. It was a motion he was used to after all these years. "With the concerns of my daughter, her personality and movement do not remind me of the one I've always known. The fact that she met a boy of a family whose first born should've been dead raised even more concern. The fact she doesn't have both of her Dragon eyes…I believe this is all done By that Arael." He then pointed at another note. "The boy Chris should've died by the hands of the Owl, causing king Lucian to go to war with Lady Marika and lose. This is how it would should usually go. But that is not the case here. There is an unknown variable in all this."
"And you think It's because of that new boy?" The woman asked. It seemed obvious that a Dead boy was alive would be a concern. "In my mind, that seems like a major issue."
"It is. Which is why I quickly left Shanford much earlier than intended to quicken the plan. Though to be honest, I did not intend on hurting the girl." The silver haired man clenched his fist. "But if those two are possibly here, then it has to be that wretched Woman's plan."
"Hmph." The woman pondered that. From what the Man has told her over the years, Arael was his mortal enemy. She hasn't really pried on the reasoning as his hatred and rage was just enough for her to accept it. "Then how do you know if I'm not one of her puppets?"
"You said it yourself when we first met, you never saw or heard of anyone like that. And in these last months, you haven't done much. Though to be honest, I do believe she had something to do with your teleportation here…" The man remembered when he first met her. On his way of leaving Prusha, he found her in the plains outside of it. She was dazed and confused and wearing unsuspecting clothing that he had never seen.
When she tried to speak, he couldn't understand her but it was enough to tell that she was unsure of her location. She too was an unknown variable in this world as he has never seen her before. She didn't show signs of hostility or even the knowledge of This Arael, so he took her in. Teaching her the language here and giving her new clothes, even that owl mask she wears.
"I guess you are right. Though I don't see the use of me being with you." But when she said that, he pointed at her right eye. Which left her sighing. "I see."
"You being here is valuable, if what I believe is true. As long as you are with me, you are under my protection….Miss Sandra."
She looked at him for a moment, he couldn't tell what she was expressing underneath that mask but whatever it was. It made her quickly move.
"I'm going to sleep." She muttered out as she went towards the bed.
"I'll be awake. There is much to plan for these next couple of months…" he sat on the chair near the table, writing more notes. "I will not fail this time…" he continued to mummer to himself.
"Hm…Goodnight, Emmit." And she went off to bed. The night continued as Emmit wrote down notes of this…new world. Unsure where it'll lead, perhaps it'll be a chance to finally beat that wicked goddess.
A/N: what is happening?? Two characters? Sandra is real? What the hell is emmit talking about??What's up with this hatred to Arael?? All will be slowly told through the coming volumes! Still, an announcement for this story is coming! Hope you enjoy this final chapter for Volume 2!