There was not much to be dealt with during the journey from Elna to the Capital, given the army that he had carried with him. Nothing much of a adventure to say the least but it was a good travel. It took approximately two weeks to get to their destination. The only emotion that Achromo kept was the bitter-sweet taste of departure which he carried with him trough the entire journey.
It was quite the pleasant ride. They only encountered beasts as an enemy, luckily no human was involved in any attacks, which seemed like a concern to King Felix and the army in general. It was still unclear to Achromo. Anyhow, the beasts were taken care of pretty easily, as they weren't exactly of the highest grade of beast that there were, they were not above the middle grade in fact. It went all clear. It was a very calm trip. The air changed drastically by time, for Achromo.
Being Achromo, he did not talk that much either. There were only a few questions or compliments; majorly all of which were started by Yarik. Even to all the questions that were asked Yarik, the answers were mostly 'Yes', 'No' or 'Maybe'. Yarik did not take lightly to this, he seemed just like the person who would be talkative. He got bored to say the least of it. At the compliments provided of him mostly of the nature or Illova, they were just silently agreed by a nod.
"Have you been out of your village before?" - "No."
"Isn't the weather nice." - "Yes. It is."
"The stars are shining so brightly this night." - "Yes, indeed."
"Why don't you talk much?" - No answer to this. He did not have any.
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Eventually, after much time of two weeks, they had finally reached their destination. Their destination was the Capital City of Illova Silema - Radieth.
Achromo could immediately feel air, which he was not used to. It was something that he would describe as much more cramped and maybe a bit less fresh, somehow. He said nothing about it. On the way, he could hear chant of 'Hail The King!' as they entered the city. All filled with encouragement, zest and what could only be assumed as positivity. He thought there couldn't be a problem here, not one that they would need a retired soldier would be called for. He figured that he would have to get used to it. He jumped out of the chariot, following Yarik. And what he saw mesmerized him.
He looked around and the sight was delightful. His eyes first encountered the marvelous architecture, which he had the pleasure of seeing for the first time. It truly was great, and was better than what he had read about. Words could've done only so much when it came to things like these. Then his eyes fell upon the great army that he had formally beheld. It looked even greater to him now, when they stood in the place they had sworn to as their home, or at least what they served. Lastly, when he looked he saw people of, what seemed like, many different houses and wealth, all who gathered for the King's return.
"No place like home." Yarik stretched after he got out of the chariot and looked way at ease than he was. The boredom drew off his face, he had much more things to do now.
They proceeded into the castle with a slow pace, following the King who stood besides Rey, accompanied by the guards. With each step he felt the tapping and the echoes of the royal architecture. As they climbed up the stairs, they beheld even more people and even more of the magnificent builds. Then he beheld a great stone as the get deeper into the lair of the Illova King.
Achromo's heart was thumping fast and faster, but he tried to calm down and took three continuous deep breath. This behavior was noticed by Felix and he decided to cut his anxiety and thus he began.
"Now," he started, "we have guests folks. I want you to arrange two rooms for three people. I would not like for you to arrange something outside. Arrange a chamber in the castle."
"And," he turned back after he started to leave, "Come with me, Rey."
Rey nodded and agreed.
"What for?" Rey questioned.
"We have to discuss the issue." he said with a half-disappointment on his face, "It is a very serious one at that. This is why I needed to call you."
"I see." he agreed again, "Can my son accompany me?"
"Are you aware of the seriousness of the problem?" he interrogated, in a way to get conformation of the issue that they had beheld. It could not be something small, at least when considering that they had to call a retired soldier in. Because Rey was considered strong till now. The issue enough to force to destroy a soldiers rest is not seen as a bright situation to deal with.
"Indeed." he replied without much thought put to his reply.
"Then be it." he declared, "If you must, the let Achromo accompany you. Must you take a thought upon it now?"
"I do not."
"Everything is clear so. Let us proceed. I am sure you know what you are doing."
And thus they proceeded into the castle. Their first sight caught the courtiers and knights, all of them bowed, waiting in the court for the King. Then in a shorter sight could be caught a sight of a magnificent throne decorated with gold, silver, gems and pride. Such was the view inside the castle that had now been in the vision of dear Achromo as beautiful and of course royal.
This he expected to be the place the meeting to be held. But much to his surprise, they passed right trough the place as they followed the King who guided the way. Then they took a turn to the right and went behind the throne and from there they made way trough some more places, magnificently decorated as he thought they would be, and finally they got to their destination.
It was a brightly lit room with a with chandelier made up of brilliant crystal and glass hanging on the ceiling, which was in a light motion, shining off enough light to seemingly brighten the entire room and it twinkled like the tiny stars of the sky. Quite fancy and noble was the furniture placed in the room, dressed in the shade of snow-white, azure and scarlet. There was a window that had a view directly outside of the castle from where the city could be seen as far as the eyes go, on a relatively high height.
The most noticeable feature of the room was a table with it's position nearly at the center of the room and there were even paintings, seemingly of history and maybe holy or relating to the lord. This table was clad in metal, majorly silver and iron, and they approached closer they saw glass revealing a map. A map of Illova Selima. Around the table were gathered a group of men and women, who for the most part seemed to be knights and rulers from around Illova; all dressed finely, they seemed to be involved in a chat as their entrance put a halt to that.
"Good Afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." greeted King Felix, "I respect your presence here. I am quite sure some of you, or even most present here may know of the sudden tragic of an event taking place here in the good land of Illova Selima. This is an issue that I am sure Illova Selima might not have faced since the dawn of it's constitutional rule. And thus, I wish for you all to take it with the utmost sincerity. And now, for the latter category of people not aware of the situation, we will have a brief explanation of it."
"That is some energy, I'm sure." said a ruler(as he wore no indication of a uniform or badge, or anything that indicated Knighthood) among them. "You just came back, my King. Won't you prefer a rest or a feast of return."
"Quite less appeasing to me, mind you." he said, "Rather these issues cannot be allowed to slip past the eyes and ignored. It is important."
The man in a healthy figure, and seemed of a generous size; not obese at all. It was hard to tell if sincerity did dwell his mind. He seemed quite appeased with the answer.
"I beg your pardon, my King." addressed a knight with a doubtful face, and did not speak before examining the room further. "If I may ask, what is with the kids?"
"Mind you, I'm the prince." replied Yarik(who had joined the meeting as well) quite rudely. Somehow he took this in a form of disrespect. It was an unclear dissuasion to almost everyone in the involvement of Yarik, because of his sudden quirky and a slightly mischievous nature, quite lenient to say the least. What seemed more mysterious was the involvement of Rey and, of course, Achromo; to whom the eyes of the knights moved to next.
"And," Felix interrupted his gaze, "do not mind the sudden visitors. Treat this not as an intrusion but as a visit, for from now on, both of them are going to be involved in this. Not sure about the kid, if he must stay but this fellow is going to join us."
To most faces this came of as a shock, to some it did not. For the some, only a few knew who Rey really was. Achromo had no idea, he decided to run along with it. Knowing Felix, no one really continued the questioning further for he was quite the persistent individual and his mind was not to be changed.
"All of this later." Felix declared, "You all will be introduced soon enough. For the most part our concerns will be to maybe discuss this problem in quite the detail."
"Let us begin then." replied the same knight that rose the former question.
"What exactly is the problem?" asked Rey, his voice deeper than any other time they had heard him. His eyes somehow had a different kind of glow in them, if lglared properly. He rubbed his throat almost as if it ached, and then he picked up his voice again and coughed.
"Dedicated to this we have assigned mostly all people present here, a report to create." Felix replied boldly and then his voice became a bit faint with the continuation of his sentence, "But let me summarize it for you. In one word the it can be called... Rebellion."
And then the air got heavy, the faces were not playful anymore, the eyes no more shone with the bright light reflecting but with a passion, complete silence surrounded the hall and the echoes of the world 'Rebellion' reverbed the place, the wind was heard striking the window with such silence and the room was shrouded with the increasing beats of every heart present. This was flippancy no more; it was complete grave and melancholy.