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Feb 21, 2015 04:09PM
Theron kept struggling with her for it, he needed it away from it. He didn't want it for himself, he just wanted the fighting to end.
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Anira managed to pull away, grabbing a bit of rope and tying the staff to her wrist. "I can never let anyone else ever have this. The destruction it caused can never be repeated!"
{{*Sigh* World of Warcraft? I love you a little less now. Never bothered with it, though I do play games a lot. You know what, I might just get it if you talk me into it xD}}
((You should, all of my friends have stopped playing. But I do play destiny, minecraft, and every once in awhile I play knights of the old republic.))
Theron stopped and lay back, panting and smiling. "Yeah... I can just take you too..." He laughed, knowing she must be confused, but she couldn't see what he saw. Cray put his hand on her shoulder, he towered above her and was almost twice her size in total width. "Evenin' miss. I thin' that stick belongs to my frien' over there." He said, placing his second hand on her other shoulder.
{{I stopped playing Knights of the Old Republic but I'm thinking of getting it again. I play Minecraft though. Do you have Steam? I must see all games you have xD And talk me into getting World Of Warcraft if you want me to get it xD}}
Anira whirled around, tightening her grip on the staff. Frustration shone in her eyes. "You idiots! Can't you see what this thing is?! It's was destroyed this world, what killed my parents, and what almost killed me! Thousands of people have been killed because of this thing!"
((I don't have steam, I've never really looked into getting one. And, um... Hang on. This might take awhile to get something typed out cohesively.))
{{Haha, Okie dokie. That's okay then! XD}}
Cray turned his head to the side, he wasn't as kind as Theron was and certainly wasn't as smart. He pushed her arm to the side with ease and grabbed the staff, easily pulling the staff from her hands, although it was still tied around her wrist. He looked at her struggling before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder with ease.
{{I can't get Google+ right now :/}}
"Let of me!" Anira shouted, struggling against the second man. "You don't know what that staff could do in the wrong hands!" She struggled some more, her red hair flying about her angered face.
{{YOU BREATHE! ;D}}"Silly miss." Cray said simply as the rest of the men caught up. "Ugh?" Said the one in confusion before just shrugging it off as if it were the usual. "Let's just go back to the den." Theron said as the group began walking back, Theron standing right behind Cray so he could speak to the woman as they walked along. "Luckily we don't plan to use it. You, however, already have. Meaning your hands are wronger than ours."
((xD))"You don't understand! Anyone who has magic, just by touching it, could set off another apocalypse! My father could never control it's power, he tried to destroy it, but the sorcerer killed my father and took it from him! The mere touch of the sorcerer's hands already has done so much damage!" She kept shouting, sounding frantic, tears of frustration in her eyes.
"Yes yes. We know. You're the princess. Whatever." He said, he didn't recognise her as the princess, and he had been in the Kings Guard for a short amount of time, admitedally that didn't mean he saw the royals at all other than their appearances. The only one who he'd seen a bit was the King, and that was on the battlefields he had fought on by his brothers sides against the darker armies that had thrived during the chaos of the battle between the sorcerer and the royals. He had a flashback of his past, the dreadful fighting he had been in, that was where he had met most of the men around him, they were all in the Kings Guard, and Theron was one of the unofficial leaders of some of the men. What he said went, even back then. It was his and his men's task, as former soldiers, to guard the staff until their deaths, and that was if it was even the right staff. "It's safe with us for now." He said
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Anira pulled a necklace from under her vest which had a locket and a vial on it. The vial had a rolled up letter and painting, and the locket had some drawings. "I have proof."
He looked at the locket with curious eyes. "You could have stolen that... It proves nothing." Theron said in denial, and he hoped to God he was right. If she were really the princess she could have him executed for the way he had previously been treating her.
Anira unscrewed the vial and pulled out the painting. It was a small family portrait, with the king standing next to the queen, and in front of them was a young Anira. The red hair and vibrant eyes were hard to mistake- it was Anira in the picture.
Theron stopped suddenly, causing the others to turn to him in curiously, "cry. Drop her. Gently. Now." He said. Cray did so before Theron kneeled to her. "My Lady... Forgive me..." He said, his voice barley a whisper. Once the others caught on with what was happening they did the same.{{Well I never expected it to go like this xD}}
"Just give me the staff." Anira snapped, her hands shaking slightly. She quickly wiped the frustrated tears from her eyes, swallowing hard. "I need to destroy it before the sorcerer finds me."
Theron stayed kneeled but he spoke out strong. "I cannot, my duty is bound to let no one have that staff, not even the royal family itself. I can't do that." He said defiantly. She may have been his leader in some respects, but he wasn't just going to give the staff over.
"Right, then look at this. Then, give me the staff." She put the painting away and pulled out the letter. It was an order from the queen, something she had written for moments just like this. Anira held it out for the man to take, swallowing hard.
{{Well seeing as he's a part of the Kings guard xD what does the letter say? XD}}
((Oh wait I never got a notification stupid phone))
As the wife of the late King Lakle, it falls into me to order the guard. Princess Anira Lakle is now assigned to the task of recovering the Ebony Staff. If she encounters them, she is to travel under the company of the guard, and she must handle the staff. Signed, Queen Iltani Lakle.
Theron looked at the letter, reading over it. This couldn't be. He was not about to let her take the staff away. "As you said... Anyone with magic can destroy more even by touching it. None of my men have magic, therefore we should keep it because you do. No matter how controlled it is, do you want to risk dooming everyone left to die as your father did?" He asked{{Mind if we just say his dad was killed fighting monsters in one of the final battles that sealed the fate of the Kingdom? XD}}
"My father has worked on this staff since before I was born. The magic he used to infuse it, was also infused in me. The only way my magic can get out of control is if I will it to. And everyone has magic. Some are worse than others, and can't control it... But they all have magic." She spoke, eyes narrowed.
He shook his head. "Is that the crap they teach you? I have no magic. Fine. If you want to end this godforsaken kingdom take it." He said, his face still looking at the floor, some of the other men mumbled a little, they sure as hell weren't happy with this either but they could do nothing to stand against her that was short of betraying her.
Anira took the staff and threaded it onto her belt with a complicated knot, now silent. She was quite scraped up from her tussle with the man, bleeding on her elbow and cheek. She wasn't destroying the kingdom, she was saving it. ((How exactly are they going to trust eachother now?))
{{Well one would assume they have a few days journey on foot, so they could talk during the journey and slowly get closer to each other}}
((But I wanna be attacked by evil sorcerer dude!))
((Yay!!!!!! Oh and it's your turn. Would you like to bring in the gust of wind or shall I?)(
Theron remained on his knees, waiting for her to finally allow them to stand up, patiently. Suddenly however, the wind started to pick up. Barley noticible at first, but it picked up quickly. Theron and his men looked around them, fearful of what was going on. Suddenly the wind picked up much worse, until for a brief second it caused a tree to fall and hit next to Theron. He had barley missed it but had jumped back, but to any others it'd look like he was crushed.
Anira tumbled to the ground, hit by one of the branches as she fell. "He's here..." She whispered, true fear etched on her face as she struggled against the wind. "He's here!" She shouted, raising her voice to the rest of the king's guard.
Theron remained on the ground, dazed as he looked around him. He could hear the others but couldn't see them. He had fallen into a ditch, the others must have thought him dead. He tried to stand up but the pain in his head cause d him to fall back to the ground with a gasp.
The sorcerer appeared in a whirl of smoke, Anira stumbling back in fear. She reached for the staff, not to attack but to protect it. She stood at the edge of the ditch the man had fallen into, shaking.
{{For all she knows he's dead, and she doesn't give a crap xD}}
{{She's very rude xD I may head to sleep in a minute so sorry if I don't reply}}
((Neuuuuuuuuuu fine. I guess sleep is sorta important.))
{{As if 3:30AM wasn't enough for you xD}}
((Hehe. Well, you need to get some sleep. Shoo and sleep.))
The guard were dazed and recovering. Theron got up to his feet first and rushed the sorcerer, surprising him as he had disappeared into the ditch. Theron raised his sword and swung it at the man, but even surprised he just swept his arm and Theron was flown backwards into a tree. Cray raises his two handed axe and swung down at the man, but he was also beaten with little effort.
"Run, you fools!" Anira shouted, turning to the man who she had thought was dead, the one who was covered in dirt. She unthreaded the staff from her belt and tossed it to the man. "Run! Take it and run!"
Theron threw the staff to another man, a small and narrow man who looked to be the fastest of them, who ran away quickly. Theron then stood up again slowly and with the others, ran at this sorcerer with their weapons raised above them, hoping to land atleast one blow on him.
