The air was awefully quiet in the gates of Kent Capital. Usually, citizens gathered around to chatter on the latest rumors, wars, and to trade goods. However, the king's last order was to allow no one, absolutely no one near the gates of the castle. The guards followed his word for they were absolute. They valiantly watched the empty fields, the sun peaking in between two small hills, about to set. King Gants was ill - has been ill for weeks. The kingdom's medical team did all they could to try to cure him, but there was no possible answer. However, one guard knew someone who could solve the king's problem. Easily. Guard Lars sighed, turning to his workmate. After a moment of staring, he opened his mouth to speak. "Do you know Pensuke?" His voice came out rasp and quick, though Lars could not hear his own voice over the wind. The other guard, Hector, stayed focus on the fields, watching for anyone who came near the gates, essentially, anyone in sight. He stayed silent, and shook his head slightly. Lars frowned but went on. "I'm almost certain he can cure the king." Hector was annoyed now, knowing that the King's illness was more complicated than what one could do. Hector gave into the conversation eventually, the silent driving him mad. Once the silence was broken by one person, it took a long time before silence took over once more. "And why do you think so?" He asked, half caring. He just wanted his shift to be over, and to go home and sleep for his usual five hours a day.

Since Kent was at war, the king called all troops back from conquering to defend the nation. Hector was a knight of the king's most elite group, but he had to be demoted to defend the castle part time. In the evenings, he would guard the capital castle, but in the morning, he would patrol the border. It was calm for now, but rumor is that Feri was about to plan another attack on Kent. Hector rarely paid attention to the rumors, which could explain why he has never heard of Pensuke. Lars grinned at Hector, his ghostly pale violet eyes gleaming. He loved telling stories - especially of humans with incredible abilities. Though Pensuke.. wasn't exactly human. No, but most considered him to be. "He's not quite human, but he can cure almost any disease on the planet, and he knows just about everything there is to know about this planet. He's also a good thief." Lars said, with a grin. Hector hid his scoff. "A thief is going to cure the king of the most mysterious disease on Earth, and wait a minute - he's not human? Get real." He was in denial, but Lars was determined to convert Hector. "Wanna meet him?" He said with a hasty tone. Hector looked at Lars with piercing eyes, angrily. "I don't have the time.. I'm up almost seventeen hours a day guarding this country, protecting Lord Gants, and you want me to visit a robber who caims to perform healing magic? Come on Lars, I thought you were less naive than that." Lars shrugged. "There's got to be some cure, and I just know that someone out there has the ability. Pensuke is someone I can trust.." Hector looked at him, trying to understand what he meant. "How do you know him?"

Hector pondered. Lars gave a small sigh, trying to think of how to phrase his explanation. "My mother was sick, and I saw him stealing an apple from a cart. I threatened to report him to the officers, even though he was armed when I wasn't, but he made a deal with me. Instead of killing me, he made a deal.. He cured my mother, and I never told officials." Hector was shocked. "Wait, you agreed to let him 'cure' your mother? What if he was a fake, and killed you both right there? Lars, you haven't a clue about humans." Lars's grin disappeared as the sun finally vanished, the hours gone by with mumbles of conversations. Lars looked where the sun had been, feeling awkward. "Hector, promise me you'll protect Pensuke for me." Hector gave an uncertain nod. "I doubt I'll even meet this guy before my bones rust from tireless guarding." They both knew it was the truth. Even though Lars was not enlisted in the King's army, he worked fourteen hours a day guarding. All the time Lars had been working, he had never seen an invasion, OR a citizen walk by. He wondered if he would ever see one of the other before the king dropped dead. Hector however has seen countless of battles here, so it was not new to him. This is where he had been recruited for the army, in fact. There had been an attack on a cold winter morning, and Hector, no younger than sixteen, grabbed his battle axe and joined the troops after skipping school, and quickly defeated the uprise. Gants was impressed and offered Hector a position as a captain. Hector, of course, took it. Lars broke Hector's daydream as he mumbled. "Hector, after our shift, please come with me. Pensuke does not live far away." Hector rolled his eyes from Lars to the hills. He promised. He said sure, but the words were muffled as a loud roar filled the air. Everyone in it's range felt the fear and power of the scream. Hector gripped his axe tightly, looking in the skies where the roar had come from. Obviously, it meant there was a dragon nearby, and with a dragon, there would be an enemy soldier mounted on top. A red beast appeared in the air, covering the sun and some clouds. It was a Ien dragon rider, the one who everyone knew. The rider's face was known to all - Gabriel Inome.

Swooping down towards the field, the red, scaly dragon breathed hot fire on the granite walls of the castle as it's rider mumbled words of a spell. The words were foreign, and only about a hundred people in the world knew of the language's existance. After he finished, Hector collapsed on the grass suddenly, his eyes opening wide over the quick involuntary movement and he let out a weak grunt. A strong pang filled his chest. Lars crawled down to help Hector, but Hector pushed him away shaking his head. "Warn those inside," He said. "I'll deal with him." Hector looked up towards the dragon and struggled to get up. Lars was unsure, but he followed Hector's words. Hector knew more than he did, so it'd be best to trust him. Lars ran down the paved roads and opened the large, wooden double doors and into the throne room. He took a deep breathe before he said grim words. "The Rider, Gabriel Inome, is here." The room stayed silent, as troops swiftly ran outside without saying a word and without exchanging looks. Gants was not on his throne, which was unusual. Lars suspected he was in bed, tired and sick as he had heard. He asked one of the king's advisers, and they directed him to the King's room. Lars stood outside, guarding it. There was an obvious reason for a dragon rider to visit. An assassination. The king, of course, was the target... The battle, Lars knew, had only just begun.

The rider swiftly teleported behind Hector from his dragon, holding his silver pole dart lazily. It's blood stained tip was a fear that everyone had nightmares about. He thrusted downward, targetting Hector's head, but Hector rolled to the side as he threw a kick at Gabriel. The kick did hardly anything except throw off his aim a bit, as the pole dart stapped into the grass. Hector stood up hastily and took a practice swing with his axe. He ran up to Gabriel and took a heavy swing, but Gabriel just stepped to the side, easily dodging it. After the evasion, the rider crouched down and jabbed his pole dart towards Hector's leg. The pole dart instead collided with Hector's axe, and Hector took advantage of his height and stomped down on Gabriel. The Kent soldiers arrived, making Gabriel scrowl. He mumbled more words in the ancient language before he completely disappeared...

Many thoughts went through Lars's head. He wondered if Hector was OK. Inside the room, he heard a scream - the sound of Gants! Lars opened the door as he saw the rider gripping his pole dart near the king's neck. "Hey!" Lars shouted, not knowing what to do. If he moved, the king would surely be dead, but if he didn't.. they both may be dead. Lars slowly searched his body for his sword, and when he found it, Gabriel had already saw him. Gabriel thrusted his pole dart into the King, missing, but still hitting Gants's arm. The king yelled in pain as Lars sprinted at the enemy. He swung his sword as fast as he could, but he had swung too early and the rider took the soldier's arm and elbowed Lars in the face, following up with a kick against Lars's stomach. He fell, dropping his sword. Lars wouldn't give up however, he got up as fast as he got down and uppercutted Gabriel's torso.

Gabriel smirked, which confused Lars. This meant magic was about to come into play. The second Gabriel shouted an ancient word though, he collapsed into the stone floor. Behind him was a mysterious figure, cloaked. The figure dropped his cloak and revealed himself to be Itsumi Rivers, the infamous assassin. Itsumi smiled as he saw Lars. "Good job." The pale figure said, his voice cold and hard. He extended his arm for a hand shake, but Lars was still puzzled. This was no time for introductions. Lars looked downwards, seeing Gabriel had escaped! He hid his anger as he shook the assassin's hand weakly, staring at the king, his eyes closed. Lars opened his mouth to speak, but even he could not hear his weak words. "Sir Gants.. are you alright?" The king gave an unfitting grin. "Of course I'm alright boy, I am the King of Kent, after all." He ignored the pain in his arm, the pole dart now gone. The bleeding strangely stopped already, which made Lars relax. As he turned to thank Itsumi, he realized the sneaky assassin was already gone. Strange. What was he doing here... in the first place..? And why is the King such a valuable target all of a sudden? Ien is up to no good.

Two days has past since the attempts made to assassinate the King occured. Lars continued to guard the gate, while Hector was at home being cured by a single medical member. Every single medical member was sent to the king, and if someone was hurt, on rare occausions would they even be heard. The King, trusting Hector, sent a decent doctor to Hector. Lars was a bit worried, however. This was a chance, though, to prove Pensuke's worth. Lars had already missed the sunset, it has been gone for several hours. He looked around, seeing no one else. There were perhaps ten other guards. How would one less guard, especially one like Lars, possibly affect the security of the king? Lars sighed as he hesitated. Without realizng it, Lars's legs started moving automatically towards a small hut. The hut was indeed tiny, made solely of wood save the door. The entrance, a reinforced steel door, did not fit in at all with it's surroundings. Nonetheless, the hut was enjoyable to look at and a proud home to those living in it.

As Lars reached the road leading to the hut, he took a deep breathe. He thought about what he was going to say as he stopped, and again looked around. You can do this, Lars thought, as he approached the steel door. Lars's knock intensified against the door. After a few seconds, the door opened hastily, and a familiar face popped up. The host smiled, looking at his guest. "We meet again." Lars said, and the host nodded. "And to what do I owe this pleasant visit? Oh- please come in." Lars smiled, and entered the small hut. "I need another favor... Pensuke."

A shadow watched Lars and Pensuke converse from a distance. He nodded as he observed. "Wait till master knows of this... oh, and idiotic Gants. Lars will be out of the way, and no one will trust Pensuke.." The shadow stepped away from the tree, revealing himself to be a slim man. He was tall, and appeared to be very quick. This was Ekstrom Dan, the famous Mercenary. He never came back to his employer without the head of his target mounted on the wall. He withdrew his axe, grinning towards his targets. Approaching the hut, he made sure he was not caught and did not make a sound as he walked in the grass. As he reached the small hut, he picked up a large stone. Throwing it at the door, the impact made a decently loud sound. Lars looked backed. It's nothing... He thought, but inside, he was worried. Rocks don't just fall like that. They must have a visitor. He exchanged looks with Pensuke, and they seemed to agree. Ekstrom sighed silently. This trick hardly ever worked, but it was always attempted first. Ekstrom didn't care though. It'd be more fun this way, now. He lifted his arm and slammed his axe into the wall, right next to the door, and Lars had enough. He took out his sword, and ran outside. Fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.

Ekstrom thought to himself. The second he spotted a body coming out, he swung his axe downwards. His target scared at the axe, frightened and off guard. Ekstrom was sure he'd hit, but soon he found his axe hitting the stone floor. Pensuke had pushed Lars out of the way, milliseconds from having his head split open. Lars murmured a thank you as they both got up, Pensuke now withdrew his two silver daggers. Outnumbered... no problem. Ekstrom just followed the plan his contractor had given him - distract them as long as you can, and if possible, kill them. He swung his axe diagonally, in a way that he would hit both. Pensuke's long, black scarf had been cut. Lars stepped backwards and forwards again, as he went towards the strange attacker, he sliced his sword in the air, missing. He striked again, this time hitting Ekstrom's arm. "Who are you!?" He blurted in battle. Ekstrom grinned, ignoring the pain in his arm. In fact, there had been almost no pain at all. He lifted his heavy axe once more and swung.


Lars fell to the ground.

Voices. He could hear them, but he didn't know what they were saying. The grass covering his head was muffling the sounds. He had been defeated, but how? He thought he had the advantage. His temple was bleeding, soon, he would die, he thought. Soon, it'd be over. His pain. His shame. There was only one way to end all of it, and that was this way. Ekstrom kept thinking to himself as he lied down on the grass, his stomach facing upward, his eyes closed. He wondered if he still had eyes. Ekstrom Dan tried to recall what happened. He had swung his axe, accurately hitting the man. Lars, was it? After Lars fell from the attack, probably dead, the second man charged at him, taking advantage of his delay. But Ekstrom had it all planned out; so he thought.. Releasing a planned kick towards Pensuke, Ekstrom prepared to swing his axe again, but Pensuke was out of his range. Puzzled, Ekstrom withdrew his leg, only to fall on top of it again when a figure stabbed him from the back. He tasted his own blood, the metallic taste gushing in from his head. As Ekstrom turned to search for his killer, as most victims do, he then realized Pensuke was not human. One feature he had forgot to put in his master plan. Ekstrom now pitied himself. His first failure was a fatal one, and pure skill was not enough.

A grin was left on his face as he passed away slowly. He got one of his targets, though. He painfully raised his head, and opened his eyes for the first time. He was missing one. Though his only left eye, Ekstrom was shocked. Lars was standing up, breathing. All in a blur, Lars noticed Ekstrom look at him. The man stepped over to the mercenary, and in a flash, Ekstrom was kicked in the face. The last memory Ekstrom had was Lars's red boots, and the dirt that was underneath it. Meanwhile, a shadow was watching all of this. A slight nod came from it. It had seen enough, apparenty, as it walked back. It met two other shadows, and they chattered in a strange language. They were defiantly from Ien, though, as only Iens spoke this ancient language. The shadow that had watched Lars and Ekstrom's death started to speak louder. "Egar murmurder Ekstrom Dan finale, todo axion tallu." His voice came out in a harsh hiss. "Ekstrom Dan has been finally murdered, all according to plan." All the shadows chuckled. They exchanged looks, and finally, dispersed. All that was heard was Lars's voice. He was speaking to Pensuke, feeling safe.

"Thanks for the safe there Pensuke.." His voice was raspy, as his throat ached. Pensuke nodded, now in his human form before Lars could see him. Lars extended his hand out for a hand shake, but Pensuke stared at it confused. Both of them smiled. Lars sighed, which made Pensuke pay attention.
"What's wrong?" Pensuke spoke, after a long, long time. Lars began to explain once more the problems Kent was having. Pensuke nodded after every two sentences. Lars stopped speaking. After moments, he opened his mouth to speak again, but Pensuke already started.
"I'm afraid I can't help you. Not directly, anyways." Lars frowned as he stared blankly at the other man.
"Not even my friend Hector?" He pondered, hoping to hear an exception. But his spirit brokr as Pensuke shook his head.
"Maybe with a Golden Blessing though." Lars was now the confused one. Pensuke went on. "I'll need a special occausion, and you can't watch.. And you can't be told. If you bring me to your friend, I'll see what I can do. I'll try my best, alright?" They both smiled and Lars nodded.
"Alright." He confirmed the deal, his eyes back to the dead body of Ekstrom. Lars motioned Pensuke to follow him as Lars travelled the dirt roads once more. Almost out of sight, Lars halted suddenly. He turned back at the dead body again, frowning. He could have sworn he saw something. He shook his head. It's probably nothing. He thought, and as he turned to lead Pensuke, Ekstrom's body lifted up and began chuckling softly to itself.


Everything is going according to plan. He thought. Everything indeed.

The wind calmed as Pensuke and Lars cut through it, hurrying to Hector's hut. They passed town and finally found it. Lars pointed to it lazilly and Pensuke walked in. He knocked on the carved, wooden doors. Seconds later, a woman answered. She did not speak, but Pensuke did. Lars interrupted, and spoke for him. "Can he see Hector? Hector asked for him to come." Lars smiled, looking at Pensuke. "Just tell him who you are and you'll do fine." Pensuke grinned sheepishly. Apparently, Lars spoke of him before. He went on inside after the lady moved out of the way. Hector was practically in the center, coughing and sneezing. Pensuke introduced himself, but Hector stayed silent. There was a certain danger in his eyes. Pensuke could not understand it. And when he did, he'd be too late. Hector shook his head towards the exit, motioning him to leave... or escape? Pensuke finally began to understand, but as he turned for the door, it was already blocked by a new figure. The assassin. The silent dagger. It was all falling into place. Pensuke withdrew both of his daggers and glared coldly at the killer. Pensuke had been a target twice today, and he was sick of it to be honest. "Who sent you?" Pensuke blurted. The man laughed to himself before shutting the door. "Who -sent- me? My dear friend, I came here to warn you." Pensuke didn't buy it. He growled, and stared back at Hector, seeing a wound on his leg. A dagger would. Pensuke shook his head and looked at the assassin again. "That's bull. You tried to kill these people too. That's why they cannot speak!" The assassin only laughed more. In one swift move, the assassin was right in front of Pensuke, thrusting his dagger into Pensuke's stomach.

Pensuke's legs trembled, as he fell down on the floor. He got up though, seeing the assassin would try to stab downward, a common plan. It usually worked, but there was no way Pensuke was going to die on this day. Pensuke's thoughts raced on. He wondered why he could think. Last he heard, the dagger stopped all thoughts as well. Shaking it off, Pensuke saw the door open slowly and a figure was beginning to enter. A smirk appeared on his face as Pensuke extended his right and left arm at the assassin, cutting the air with his knives, and barely missing the assassin. They stood there, staring at each other, seeing who would make the first move. It appeared the assassin was about to make a move, but the figure stopped him. It was Lars, and he had chopped of the hand. It looked like Lars couldn't talk either. The silence was boring, no, the silence.. was mocking them. The assassin didn't give up though, and he did not even show pain. He simply picked up the dagger again with his other hand and laughed. An evil laughter. The air fell cold, but the weapons felt hot. Pensuke shivered, staring at the man who may end his life. He rejected that thought. In anger, Pensuke extended himself towards the assassin and threw a punch, it landed perfectly on the killer's face. The assassin vanished when both men blinked. He was quick and sly, but he was outnumbered. They'd win regardless. Lars caught his breathe as he watched Pensuke emotionless. This was the second time. He was growing tired of it. Who wanted them dead? And why did they go so far as to hire assassins and mercenaries to kill them?





Ekstrom's body was healing. He leaned against the battle scene, the hut's wall, remembering his last encounter. "Tell my kids I'm doing the Emperor a favor. Please, will you?" Ekstrom was speaking to a man in a white labcoat, his long gray and white hair he had from birth shining in the sunlight. The man had a light white beard. He nodded. "I'll tell Noah and Alicia you're fine." Ekstrom smiled and thanked the man. The man tilted his head, a bit confused though. "You ARE coming back though, aren't you?" He pondered. It had sounded like Ekstrom knew he would not come back. Ekstrom sighed. "My body will." Those were his last words. And now, the man he had spoken to was outside, a mile south of the hut, pouring a strange liquid into a beaker. He grinned as the beaker filled up with the purple liquid, and finally, the stopped and put a drop of blue liquid into the mix. A puff. Colors changed to red. A flash. Finally, the man held it up high, praising his new creation. He stepped over to a metallic machine and poured the liquid into a hole. Now, he was laughing as he attached the machine to his arm. It was a perfect fit, and it started making noise. His face turned grim, but the words contradicted his outer appearance. "I, Chet Vasvey, have just created Kent's most amazing machine ever.." He said, almost in a whisper, almost in a whole different world.

Chet went back to his own house, but as soon as he reached it, someone called his name. It was a soldier, but not a Kent soldier, an Ien soldier. The soldier stared dreadly at the scientist, angry. "Give it up." He said, in a growl. Chet only laughed. He pressed a small button on his machine. "You and what army?" He asked, taunting the soldier. The soldier, as if on cue, called a couple of friends over. They too were Ien soldiers, all of them armed. Chet laughed only harder. The soldier started to speak, asking him to surrender, but Chet was already in front of the soldier. He extracted his fist and threw it back at the soldier, the machine hissing as it pumped the red liquid and cut the air. The soldier was clearly shocked, as his eyes were wide open as he took the punch. He was sent back ten miles away in midair. When he landed, he slid another twenty yards until he crashed into an oak tree. Chet was amused as he glanced at the other soldiers. They pointed their weapons at him, but Chet spun, his arm breaking all their spears and swords in half. When he went around all the way, he stopped and stared. The soldiers didn't know what to do- but Chet certainly did.

Chet had scared off the other soldiers. A smile kept still on his face. He turned around to go back home, but there was yet another soldier blocking his path. However, this soldier was a friendly Kent soldier, and he looked impressed. He spoke weakly. "Erhm, I don't suppo- suppose you're C-chet Vasvey?" Chet hid a grin from the stumbler. "Indeed I am." He said. The soldier gave a polite bow and motioned Chet to follow him. "The King has another request." Chet frowned as the words came out. Another request? The King's last request was two days before he was ill. He wanted a machine that could allow people to converse with others far away without the use of letters. Chet quickly invented this, using waves in the atoms of radium and thermite. It was quite a simple process really. Chet slowly followed the soldier. On his way to the castle, he had a lot on his mind. It was then he decided he himself had to kill the king. Kent was in need of a great king, not a sick one. Gants had the throne for too long, and as great as he was, Kent was in desperate times. Ien would easily destroy the kingdom if they didn't find an excellent king- and fast.

The inventor sighed as he stretched his human arm. As he did so, he could've sworn he had spotted a shadow following them. He easily ignored it, however, paying no mind. A great deed was about to be done, a claim of justice and revolution in a dark mist. They arrived after what seemed to be hours and Chet hurried along to the throne room. One of the king's greatest advisors was outside Gants's room. The soldier had disappeared. "Let me through, Lord Gants summoned me here. I am Chet Vasvey." The advisor nodded, but still blocked the door. "I cannot allow you to be near such a sickly person, Vasvey, so I'll be communicating for you." Chet was annoyed. Not only because he couldn't liberate Kent, but because this ignorant fool had no idea how diseases worked. It looked like the advisor would just have to be... removed. Chet lifted his metallic arm as if stretching, and without warning, tossed the man through the wooden door and into the room. He was almost sure he'd hear the scream of the king, but there was silence. Chet hastily entered the room and his eyes met a shadow like figure. Someone worn in complete black, the look of an assassin. "Itsumi.. don't move." The assassin, Itsumi?, smirked. "Same goes for you." The dark voice replied.

There was a great showdown in the room and soon it came to Chet that the king was dead. He was silent and not breathing. Itsumi must've gotten him before he did. Remembering his invention, Chet pulled out the long distance communicator. "I can call the guards with the push of a button," Chet whispered almost in a hiss. Itsumi only laughed. "And I'll just tell them you killed the advisor." Damn, Chet thought, that little runt won't get in my way. "So be it!" Chet declared as a push clicked the little device and he spoke into it. "Guards, assassination in the king's room! Bring the doctors, as well!" Chet then threw the device against the wall and laughed. Itsumi just stared in mock shock. The figure disappeared with a blink of Chet's eye, but the inventor was too smart to fall for such a trick. He slammed his first to the left of himself and soon, Itsumi reappeared where his fist landed. Itsumi fell down and Chet placed his foot on top of him, making sure he wouldn't move. "Lets make a deal..." Chet said, thinking of a plan. Itsumi looked up, squinting his eyes. "What?" The voice now rasp and angry. Chet only smiled. "We could work together.. it seems we share the same goal, does it not?" Itsumi raised an eyebrow. "You were going to kill him too? Well I'll be... but wait, the guards. They should be-" Chet cut in. "I faked the call."

The wind whistled a song as it darted through the tall grasses of Dagya Plain. The breeze gently lifted Pent's light brown hair as the man in a wolf gray hoodie, ruby pants, and transparent widow black gloves crouched down, watching two other men talking through his goggles. They were criminals and had just escaped from murder, the victim being the judge of Court Jala. Ironic, for they were to have their case presented in the same court in which the murder was done. However, it was too late for irony, they escaped the town and now lived near Ien territory, where no one dared to go. Pent knew it was time. It was his job, after all, to do this, but even so, he started to have... regret. A feeling he never felt before.

Ignoring his instinct, Pent leaped from the grasses and with one swift movement, sliced both men in one, clean cut. It wasn't his job to take care of the dead bodies, no, that was Darren's job and they never interferred with one another. They hardly ever saw each other, or spoke to each other. But evidence of each other's existance appeared in their everyday lives. Pent sighed, the usual sigh given after a kill was made. He was a vigilante, a member of the Lone Wolves vigilante group. They never worked together, but collaborated frequently. "Pent, come see this.." A voice called, a familiar one too. Pent turned, and at first, he saw nothing but tall grass. After looking closer, he saw Darren, the tactician and brains of the Lone Wolves. He also cleaned up the kills and made sure their deaths went public to the right people, and also made it seem that the Lone Wolves were not involved. Evidence of heart attacks, suicide, everything. Darren could do it all. But he usually doesn't show up this early, Pent thought as he walked closer to Darren. "I think you should see this. It's the king." Pent raised an eyebrow at Darren. They never got involved with the king, so why should he, of all people, care what happens? Still, Pent took his word for it and followed Darren to the castle.



"So it's agreed."
The dark voice said, broadcasting its message to the large throne room. An evil figure sat on the throne, guards equally as evil to its left and right staring fiercly at the guest. The guest bowed and nodded. "Yes, I'm glad we could come to such an agreement that would benefit us both." It hissed, almost as if challenging the king. The challenge ignored, the king stood up and laughed. "What are we waiting for? The kill has been made, we have no time to lose!" The king left the throne room in a hurry, the guest's eyes tracing his every step.

As soon as the king left, the guest dropped its hood and withdrew a dagger hidden in his robe. He jumped backwards and thrusted it quickly into one guard, almost out of sight from the other guard. The injured shadow tried to yell, but for some reason he couldn't, as if magic was casted upon him. The guest then proceeded to do this with the second guard, and then the third, until all four guards were gone. Imitating the laugh of the king, the assassin hastily followed the direction of the king.

Once behind the king, the guest sparked conversation. "You know, I met someone very interesting on my way to Kent, and maybe he can help us." He said. "Oh?" The King replied without turning or sounding interesting. "Who?" In mock interest. "Oh, you know him. After all, he's the one who gave you the metal bow." A smile made its way to the king's face, but still, he kept it cool, cool. "I see. Whether or not he helps is up to him." The guest saw right through the king's act. "Alright, well, it seems he is in favor of Kent anyways." Both men stopped suddenly. The king still didn't turn, but his voice was angry and the guest felt as if he turned around anyways. "If he doesn't join us, I will make sure you are both found dead." The guest nodded. "Of course... sire." The word sire hanged in the air, full of sarcasm and hatred. It was the first time the guest ever called someone sire.