Larene and Mayne watched as Orewell lost consciousness and fell onto the woman's arms.

"What did you do?!", Larene shrieked.

The woman smiled, still having the same mystique.

"Showed him what was.", she answered. Her tone was warm and gentle but at the same time it was also grim and foreboding.

Showed him what was? It sounded really cryptic to Larene's ears. She read a few things about magic, but most of it were considered taboo by the church and she only read a few destroyed books and pages about it so it wasn't too much of a foreign concept to her.

"When...will he wake up?", she asked with a nervous tone and it also made her gulp as well.

The woman's warm smile disappeared and she has a nonchalant look on her face, coldness and mystique now enshrouds her.

"Until he sees.", she said coldly.

Larene gulped nervously and she gripped Mayne's hand, who was still sitting beside her, as a form of reassurance.

"Are you perhaps...one of those Dream Seers?", she asked.

"Seer. Mage. Sorceress. Call me as you will. I am only the one that shows.", the woman answered coldly.

The woman was still holding Orewell's sleeping body as if he was her child. Larene took a good while to observe the woman's features. She has long light blonde hair and purple eyes, the same hue as the dress she's wearing. Larene only caught a glimpse of the woman's eyes but she knew that it definitely had the same allure that Orewell's eyes had, she also saw that the woman was whispering a lullaby to the sleeping Orewell.

Suddenly, the woman stopped her lullaby to look at Larene.

"Do you also want to see, My Lady?", she asked. The warm and gentle smile on her face returned.

Larene thought for a while and she eventually nodded in agreement.

"Y...yes.", she answered shyly.

Larene looked at her younger cousin and gently grasped her hands.

"Stay here and keep watch, okay?", she asked Mayne.

Mayne nodded. "Okay.", she answered and kept watch on the door.

The woman let Orewell sleep on the chair and approached Larene. "Empty your thoughts.", she said softly. She held her palms out and held both of Larene's temples. Larene felt the woman's soft and gentle hands make contact with her head.

"Now close your eyes.", the woman ordered. And Larene followed. She closed her eyes and did her best to empty her thoughts. Her head slowly got hazy as she fell asleep.

She then woke up to an unfamiliar scenery. She felt her body being tickled by foot-long patches of grass, the scent of the rich earth permeated her nose. The height of the sunny blue sky looked down on her as she laid on the grassy field.

"Mother!", a girl's voice called. "Mother!", she yelled again.

Larene yawned and sat up to find where the voice came from and she saw a girl wearing a simple white dress running towards her. The small girl had porcelain white hair just like she does and as she came closer, she noticed that she also had ocean-deep blue eyes.

The small girl giggled as she leaped towards Larene to hug her.

"You're sleeping again!", she said with a small laugh.

"Now, now. Don't be too hard on your mother. Taking care of you is already hard for her.", a man's voice answered with a chuckle. It was deep but gentle.

She turned towards the source of the voice, and she saw a tall man with long black hair tied into a ponytail, he also has deep blue eyes just like the child with white hair. He is carrying a small baby in his arms, wrapped in white cloth.

"Who...", Larene paused. "Who are you?", she finally gathered the composure to ask.

The man raised his eyebrow in confusion but still answered her question anyway.

"It's me, your husband.", he said in a somewhat confused yet playful and gentle voice.

Larene had already pieced together that much since a child hugged her and called her mother then he soon followed carrying another child.

"I know you are, but what's your name?", she asked in a somewhat agitated tone.

The man sighed and chuckled softly while still rocking the small child in his arms.

"I don't know what rock you hit your head this time, dear, but it's me. Your one and only Orewell.", the man said with unbelievable amounts of confidence. His words were almost arrogant to a degree.

Orewell? It took her a while to compose herself and process his words. Orewell?

But before she can ask another question, she felt herself passing out.

She woke up heavily panting and gasping for air, the scenery is now different. It's the same room she was in before she was unconscious.

Mayne noticed Larene waking up and she decided to rub her on the back to comfort her. As Larene was getting pat by her younger cousin on the back, she looked around to find the woman and she saw her sitting on a chair beside Orewell.

"Ma'am...", Larene called out.

The woman looked toward Larene's direction.

"What is it, My Lady?", she asked with a warm smile.

"The thing that I saw. What is it?"

"Your future, My Lady."

"My future?", Larene repeated.

Their conversation was interrupted when Orewell slowly and lethargically woke up. He only slept for a few minutes, but everyone in the room can feel a disturbing tension around Orewell.

His eyes were squinted in annoyance as if something heavily bothers him, and he squinted further when he saw the woman with the purple dress.

"What the hell did you show me, woman?", Orewell asked in disdain as he held her angrily by the collar.

The woman, however, didn't seem surprised at all as if she was expecting him to react this way.

"By the Gods, who are you?", he asked once more.

She started chuckling and gently took Orewell's hands away from her collar.

Larene and Mayne watched nervously as they watched Orewell confront the woman. The tension coming from him is very thick, almost suffocating, even.

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As the woman started to speak, her presence suddenly peaked with regality.

"Lilac Angr, third of my name."

The woman's last name were enough to put both Orewell and Larene into a sense of extreme shock and anxiety. Angr...the house of seers, mages and witches that originated during the Four Kingdoms era of Divios where the four great houses of Frostice in the north, Firstshore in the east, Millheart in the south and Goldring in the west waged war with one another, own with their seperate claims to the throne. At the time, House Angr were just a horde of nomadic tribespeople that migrated all around Divios that have an affinity to the supernatural, led by the chief of the tribe, Barren Angr. House Goldring were the first ones to encounter the horde and experience the strength of the incomprehensible. Wanting to employ the strength of the tribe, King Manley Goldring wed his son, Umrey Goldring to Barren's first daughter, Relyna Angr. Thus forming a marriage alliance between the house and the tribe. At that time, King Manley named Barren a lord, thus establishing the House of Angr and was seated in Cinrig to the eastern borders of House Goldring where they acted as spymasters against the other kingdoms.

Suddenly, two men burst the door open.

"Daughter of the Cruel!", a bald man yelled. It's Ser Lorel Dert, a knight of House Dert which is sworn to House Ays.

"You have finally shown yourself!", the other man yelled. Ser Tinure Dert, Ser Lorel's younger brother.

House Dert was one of the minor Houses that joined King Illain's rebellion against the cruel king Klustr.

Ser Lorel seized Lilac, much to Orewell, Larene and Mayne's confusion. Were they listening the whole time? If so, this is bad for Lilac. Knowing that Lilac is an Angr, she'd most definitely be executed. She can try to demand a trial by combat but it's unlikely that anyone will try to fight for her stead.

The two Dert men seized Lilac to be taken into trial.

The initial shock and tension stopped the three children from doing anything, but once they have composed themselves, they followed the two men, but they were silent. Soon enough, they all arrived at the trial hall. Many people from other Houses are gathered, all chattering while waiting for the knighting ceremony.

In the stage of the hall sat Lord Felkin, Lady Catherine, Queen Clira, King Felkin and the two Dert men who's still holding Lilac. Ser Lorel started whispering to the King. Larene gulped in anxiety. She's certainly nervous to what Lilac's fate would be, but beside her stood Orewell who's glaring at Ser Lorel angrily. She hasn't known Orewell for too long but she knows that him feeling strongly about a stranger's fate is unusual. She can't help but wonder what's going on in her cousin's head.

After a while, the king stood up and cleared his throat. Did...Ser Lorel finally reveal Lilac's identity to the king?

He sighed deeply.

"Bring in the defendant for today's trial.", the king ordered.

And Ser Tinure brought in Lilac who isn't resisting.

The king took a good look at Lilac, and Larene noticed that his gaze has a hint of warmth and familiarity to it.

"Lilac, you're on trial on the grounds of treason against the kingdom of Divios", the king spoke, "Your father's cruelty to the people a decade prior cannot be repaid with anything but blood. You are the last of your name, the laws of Gods and men dictate that treason is the highest form of trespass against the crown."

Then, Ser Lorel whispered to the king once more.

"And the attempted assassination of Lord Felkin's son, Orewell. Another high crime.", he added.

The room erupted into loud shouts from the lords, cursing and calling Lilac a many awful names.

"This isn't a trial.", Orewell muttered bitterly which caught Larene's attention. "This is an execution.", he added.

"What...what do you mean by that, cousin?", she asked with slight offense in her tone.

"Are you blind, cousin?", he asked in return. "This is no trial. This is an execution.", he said. "The trial is just a formality, they never intended to give her a chance to defend herself.", he added. "Her only chance is a trial by combat, but even then, who's to say that she will have a champion?"

Larene was insulted by what Orewell had told her, but deep in her head, she knew that her cousin was right. Instead of arguing further, she just inched closer towards him.

"You seem angry, cousin. What's on your mind?", she whispered softly.

"Angry? I'm not.", he answered.

She didn't believe his lie one bit, but she decided to direct the conversation somewhere else.

"What did Lady Lilac show you?", she asked.

He was silent. Whatever Lilac showed him, it was something he didn't want to talk about.

"Nothing.", he whispered.

She inched even closer towards him and gently interlocked her fingers with his.

"You can tell me anything, cousin. I'll listen.", she whispered.

The "trial" proceeded while Orewell and Larene where whispering to each other.

But one demand from Lilac was enough to halt their conversation.

"I demand a trial by combat!", Lilac yelled. Her gentle tone gone and was replaced by a demanding one.

Everyone in the room was surprised by her demand, but King Illain more so.

Ser Lorel approached the stage once more, ready to fight whoever Lilac's champion would be. He stood clad in his armor and cloak, carrying his sword, Slasher.

Everyone in the room waited in anticipation on who the champion would be, but none came. Ser Lorel was ready to execute Lilac if the king gave him the word.

"I will be the woman's champion!", a young boy's voice roared. Everyone in the room turned their attention towards the voice and saw Orewell raising his hand. Larene looked to her side in disbelief. Her cousin volunteered to be her champion?! He's asking for a swift death!

"Cousin!", she hastily whispered. "A trial by combat is a fight to the death!", she warned.

"I know.", Orewell answered determinedly. "But you already know too well that she'll die either way. She might as well die with someone defending her."

Larene felt Orewell's hand slip away from hers as he made his way towards the stage.

As he took the steps into the stage, the Lord Felkin approached him.

"This is no game, boy.", he said in cold anger. There is no way he'd let his son die.

But instead of turning away, Larene saw Orewell return the angry glare towards his father. She isn't sure why exactly, but she has a strong feeling that his angry glare has something to do with what Lady Lilac showed him.

Everyone in the room laughed at Orewell for volunteering to he Lilac's champion, they thought it's a pretty adorable but feeble attempt. Ser Lorel is one of the greatest swordsmen in the North and standing up to him is practically suicide.

"Step down, Orewell.", Felkin ordered. "I do not wish to bury a son."

"You'll have nothing to bury,", he spoke and shoved his father out of the way and approached Ser Lorel.

Once the two contenders were face to face with each other, Orewell is presented with a rack of weapons to choose from. A shortsword, a longsword, a spear and a hammer. He carefully examined the rack and took his time to pick what weapon he'll choose, but he eventually settled with a spear.

Ser Lorel burst into a roaring laughter. The sheer thought of this boy standing up to him is entertaining. Meanwhile, Larene is praying to the gods for her cousin's safety during his duel, but she feels like her prayers would be in vain.

"I'm ready when you are, boy.", Ser Lorel said, holding his sword with just one hand.

Orewell thrusted at Ser Lorel with his spear, but his attack immediately got parried. He attacked and attacked, but all of his thrusts were parried each time until he managed to hit his opponent with a thrust through the seam in the shoulder of Ser Lorel's ringmail. The spear went through, the tip bloodied, Orewell pulled his spear out which caused Ser Lorel to wince in pain. He growled angrily and gripped his sword with two hands and struck Orewell but he nimbly dodged the blow. Orewell leaped and thrusted his spear towards the seam in Ser Lorel's knee, now, Ser Lorel is struggling to move as he's bleeding. In a dirty attempt, he punched Orewell with his gauntlet which caused Orewell's face to immediately bleed and his body to fall. The gauntlet felt heavy in his face and he's getting slowly more lethargic, struggling to even stand. Ser Lorel removed his armor, with it hitting the wooden stage with a loud noise, as if a clash of blades ensued. Orewell, in a blind rage, pounced at Ser Lorel and repeatedly punched him while he was down on ground. Ser Lorel immediately used his arms to protect himself, but he's no match for Orewell's fury.

"Who's the boy now?!", Orewell yelled while still repeatedly punching Ser Lorel's now bloodied face.

Yet Orewell never gave him the chance to answer when he wore Ser Lorel's gauntlets and continued to pummel his face with his fists, now wearing Ser Lorel's gauntlets. Some of Ser Lorel's teeth start to fly out with each punch until there were no more teeth in his mouth.

The watchers gasped in horror of Orewell's brutality, but the worst is yet to come.

Orewell used the thumbs of the gauntlet to pierce through Ser Lorel's eye socket, crushing his eyes and he screamed in pain and flailed. Orewell knew too well that there can be onlt one man left standing, and so, with his gauntlet, he pushed down on Ser Lorel's face causing him to scream louder. And with one final push, half of Ser Lorel's face was crushed with a loud crunch, the remains of his brain spilled on the wooden stage of the trial hall.

Everyone shrieked at Ser Lorel's gruesome death, some of the children started crying and Ser Tinure attempted to assault Orewell with his sword but was immediately stopped when the king spoke.

"Enough!", the king roared. "The lad won fairly. Your brother knew what a trial by combat entails, do you wish to smear the honor of his death by hurting the victor?!", he said to Ser Tenure. And the knight immediately sheathed his sword.

Ser Tinure bowed.

"Apologies, Your Grace.", he apologized while keeping his head down, but the tears on his face were obvious.

"For the trial of Lilac Angr, under the watchful eyes of the Gods and the eyes of the witnesses, the champion of the crown lies on the ground and thus by laws of trial by combat, you are hereby abstained from your crimes.", the king proclaimed.

Larene was happy that her cousin survived, but she was not expecting the brutality that he had shown. She saw Orewell got off the stage, his face bloodied and with an open wound on his cheek. Some bits of Ser Lorel's brain were stuck on his shirt and the knights behind him pulled away Ser Lorel's dead corpse.

"Orewell!", she called with worry.

"I...I need rest.", was the only last thing that Larene heard as she caught Orewell's body that collapsed on her.