When the night was night, coming to the sunrise, he found himself amongst the ruin of a library, looking through the old books and wondering what he was looking for. Despite running his hands down the spines of the books, nostalgia. He opened one of the books, black on its cover and laced with a crimson lineage. Its linear page opened, and it was titled, “The Way and Back.” A popular novel that was amongst the elite society within the royal order, about a royal scribe who was sent on a mission to extract information from the enemy by just simply reading and writing about their lives as an indirect novel. It worked, quite well, so well that faction no longer exists.

It amused him to see the way that the secrets were unveiled by just simply reciting some fantasy tale more to the point of placing them on an imaginary pedestal that was always going to excite some reader and pass on from mouth to mouth. A scuttle came from the library in which his immediate response was to plant his foot and lock his eye onto the small figure which hurried across the way. He quickly dropped the book and ran, twisting his posture to the left and progressing though the book cases to where he heard the shaping twist move.

After he had come to the end of the library, it was gone; vanished amongst the cold darkness which had grasped itself onto the area. It loathed the dark yet used it as a tool to strike. Amongst the darkness, the childish figure presented itself multiple times, a ruse to scare and intimidate him. He was immune to such feeble attempts and waited, waiting. The wait became a few mere seconds before he twisted on his foot and sent a gush of force towards the balcony of the library, it connected and he made out the small, white being.

Upon making eye contact, another connection that had been formed was with almost an innate understanding. He flagged the creature down and it appeared with a grey cloak around it. It’s small, innocent structure was causing havoc with the unusual attributes; these being the claws of a wolf that extended from the hand of the little one. It waddled over towards him and he looked up at him. From his eyes, the blue haired male with a grey and black uniform was something to be scared of, until he met contact with the navy blue iris which perplexed him.

One white, one blue, something struck between them two. He spoke to the child, kneeling down and calm in a manner yet so forthcoming with his words.

“You gave me a quite a fright.” Despite the tone, a miniscule bit of contempt was there, the reflection of two children; one inner and one outer being put into place.

“Sorry mister, I was scared and hid in here from the soldiers.” The boy seemingly pulled back slightly, noticing the royal emblem pinned on the uniform.

“Don’t worry, from the looks of you, your one of his children.”

The boy nodded, his small structure was hiding and concealing the truth behind the shifter, a wolf in a kid’s body. More importantly he was a shapeshifter. A lot of them existed in the city before the war occupation came into place and started to attack those that had lived here for a long while. After dragging the blue haired boy’s hand and making his way to the window that was cracked, the stained glass had been broke and shattered and the cold wind came in but it was warmer in here than in the harsh winter of solitude.

“My papa’ isn’t here, I think he went to the town hall.”

He nodded and smiled at the kid, he took out a bar of chocolate, mostly from the royal supplies that he had taken for himself and he gave it to him. Upon taking it, the kid’s eyes came up and the clear iris, wolf ears that smiled at him was almost as cute as the animal itself; even more so he was a mythical creature capable of emotion.

The small child ran off and scuttled off into the depths of the library, some place people were using as a hideout. It only occurred to him that they used him as a scout to see if anyone was coming, more than likely it was a group of non-fighters, they needed protecting. He took out some chalk and marked the outside door, then gathering some magic he carefully carved a sign into it that would only be visible to those that could understood the royal letters. The royal language was only basic and consisted of greetings, goodbyes and strategic information that was used across the entirety of them, well, frankly it was mostly identified by the symbols. After making it and casting the rune upon it, he left, walking off towards the middle of the town.

He stood on top of the hill, looking down into the valley that was the centre of the combat zone and seeing how much destruction had been cast upon the people who lived here, the markets and the royal housing had been torched and ransacked and what was left was magical fire raining on each side of the two forces fighting for constant control of the city. While he was stood on top of a house and he looked down onto it, it was seemingly drifting away from his mind that he’d been sent out to find the agent he had encountered earlier.

The truth was he could have caught her, this was too much fun for him to pass up. A cat and mouse game that went to the wire tingled the very basis of his structure. When he thought about her, she was slim, agile, young and most importantly a challenge for him to take, perhaps. As the time passed and he was still scouting out the area, he saw a large group of royal soldiers tackling with an agent from the opposite side, it was clear he could use magic and didn’t care for the lives he was about to take. His blue hair swished in the wind as he dropped and ran across the roof tops, jumping over them and moving swiftly towards the battle.

He came to a stop on top of the building next to them and watched how he evaded each strike of a sword, pike or arrow and then carefully disabled each soldier, making sure not to kill them. A real professional, not a killer. Quite frankly it was marvellous work from him, he had jumped down from the building and stood across from him. Barely any noise and any type of energy came from Merizal. The other professional was questioning one of the soldiers when he turned around to see him, in an instant he threw a knife at him to response he dodged it with a quick move of his head.

“Is violence in your nature?” After speaking calmly with an almost confident and arrogant grin, he moved his hair back across to the left, it still reaching up.

The guy dropped the solider by his collar and looked at him. The crimson coat was covered with Imperial persona and he was almost itching for a fight too, he had to respond. Behind the veil mask he had, he uttered some words.

“Aye’, you should know without a doubt.” His stance was readied and careful, barely any openings for attack but the most obvious one that was keeping him there.

Once again, the blue iris scanned him and chuckled, taking steps forward in a casual pace; his guard more than up, impenetrable and no attack would be able to breach it. He had his hand in his pockets and the professional waited, he calmed himself and stood next to him. Despite being just a bit taller, it still didn’t make a difference.

“You should know, those Royals are going to need… revenge.” An evil smile turned the tides as they both looked at each other, two agents on the verge of a battle with themselves. A slow turn based engagement took place with only the other moving, the royalist had no plans to move and had already won before it had started, the evidence became clear from the circling of his opponent. He struck and moved forward, strafing to the left then back to the right. A knife, lunging towards his opponent was quickly caught with a hand on his elbow, twisting him around and throwing him over his shoulder, he rolled. The knife close to the professional, he took arms once again and quickly went for a frontal attack, the blade whizzed past his head and it was over with one punch.

A punch that connected with his stomach expelled with the energy, ricocheting through his body and disabling him completely, he fell down and planted on the floor. The unconscious body of the professional lay flat on the floor with the soldiers recovering some strength and getting up, one of them, with an emblem of a white rose came over and nodded at him.

“Thank you, Lord Merizal.” He his head became a bow with a respectful judgement and he smiled and waved them off, they began to walk and trek back down towards the main regiment. Most of them had suffered broken body parts of were slashed by the blade and forced down. Upon closer inspection of the wounds when he had been next to the soldier, it was evident it was a certain type of magic. Blood manipulation, more importantly the ability to control someone’s bodily reactions through the use of blood. Nothing too major but a feat that shouldn’t exist with such a low power that were occupying this place, mercenaries had been hired for sure.

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After leading the men off, he went back to the man and he was gone. It seemed he had gained consciousness and released himself from the grasp of a titan. A slippery fellow to say the least. The surrounding was cascaded by buildings and one of the entry ways had been blocked off, to say the least they tried to corrupt the water supply. Unbeknownst to them, this wasn’t where it was mainly supplied. Stupidity or maybe a simple mistake had been made here. A very feint explosion was heard off into the distance, he quickly made his way onto the building top, climbing the balcony and propelling himself into the air.

Upon closer inspection it was a deep explosion that had taken out maybe two or three buildings at best and paved the way for a large wolf, more importantly a white wolf raging and slicing through the red soldiers that stood in his way, they were throwing things and attempting to subdue him but he wouldn’t go down, nevertheless he had to hurry. Crossing across the houses, he was constantly shot at by snipers or random soldiers throwing rocks at him, attempting to stop him but he was far out of their reach and occasionally when he had the effort, fired off an energy blast which took them out in a large radius.

He reached one house and then felt the roof topple, he landed inside of the building and it was filled with survivors, ones who weren’t that able to move and were hiding from the soldiers that had been patrolling. A quick action moved him towards the window to his left and he jumped out of it. He came to a stop behind one of the buildings little slots down an alley way, he peaked around of it and saw soldiers fighting, he shrugged and moved down the alley way, walking around. The darkness of the light that shone in through the snow, barely gave him any vision but he could see fine. He moved around, left and right past the houses and the broke rubble which had fell down.

Stone, wood and fire had be scattered around the place, he maneuvered and wiggled past a small exit from the alley into the open battlefield, he was behind some fallen rubble and carefully mapped out where he had to go. The battlefield was covered with bodies, fallen soldiers and even some of the militia which had formed, most of the people were converged in the town hall, holding off the large, deathly figure which was trying to break the door down. He closed his eyes and carefully focused his aura, using his inner power to reflect and release out, as a sonar; this carefully gave him the direct paths to where he could go without being seen. He opened his eyes.

The rush of the moment and his internal power pushed him towards his destination, his speed was unlike any other and he moved past the mortal beings without being seen, he slid down under some rubble and continued to move past them until he came to a large pillar which had fallen. His eyes peered through the cracks to where he saw a large armoured fellow who was pounding the door with a hammer. An ogre, to say the least. More to the point the Imperials were obviously allies with the foreign races, or some of them. The two guarding him were nothing more than peons.

The ogre was laced in dark black armour on his chest and legs, he was slamming a large metal hammer that was big enough to probably destroy a fountain in one go. The city hall was quite big and the doors were too, even some of the houses were irregular due to the different sized beings living here. The yellowish skinned beast had a large eye and one smaller eye, something was unusual about this one and he continued to bash the door, it grew weaker every second.

He peeked up from beside the rubble and saw the two guards, he took up two rocks, holding one into his hand he carefully aimed and rushed out, he threw one; pure energy behind it, it hit the first guard down from the steps on the left almost instantly and demolished his head, his ghostly body returning to the floor. The second suffered the same fate yet fell into the gardens next to it. The ogre turned around and he looked around with the most uninterested look that any being ever say, the completely idiotic being had voided anything to do with the dead bodies and was turning around, back to the door.

He was out of sight of the large thug and he managed to sneak up behind him. His foot was placed out and he carefully moved into the open, looking at the blobbing figure as it once again, turned around. The instigator this time was the male clapping, a clap that was amplified by his own power and it caught the ears, looking at him. It gave out a point and a large yell came from it, the marauding figure became a simple minded idiot right away.

“You little man, you stop smash, I smash you!”

It charged at him with the hammer and swung it down on him, he managed to grab it with one hand. He held the hammer in one hand and chuckled, throwing it up in the air and dashing, jumping and kicking the ogre mid-air; the connection from the power that was implemented into the kick sent the ogre into the door. Upon impact it crashed the door open and through the door came jumping out a dwarf in battle armour with a single large axe that seemed to be for woodcutting.

“Aye, ya’ got him good, young master,”

The dwarf began to poke the unconscious ogre suspiciously, wondering if it was dead or actually was playing dead, more to the point it was indeed, gone. The young master moved past the ogre and it had been killed by tied up by the time that he had go to the main echelon of the city hall, it’s large chandlaliers that had been burning, were gone and all that remained despite the damage of ruined paintings and crumbling old bricks were torches and fortifications. At the end of the hall way as the other soldiers rushed passed him outside to win and put an end to the battle, a large man with a torn shirt stood talking to two others. When they had clocked the blue haired youngster, they nodded and departed.

The large hairy beast turned to him and a man of tallish standing smiled at him and looked towards the door way.

“You could have been a bit more… passive… Lainzax.” The gruffly voice of the older man spoke with almost a lectured yet stunned tone when observing the damage.

He shrugged and looked towards the door then back to him.

“I was holding back quite a lot, Quincy.” They both briefly chuckled and then the older male placed a hand on his back.

“I’m guessing you ran into my kid, from the scent anyway, the little bastard tried to use pheromone didn’t he?” The young master looked back at him and nodded before speaking.

“He can use it better than you, well, on accident at least.” Another chuckle.

Quincy gestured to him to follow him into the main part of the city hall, as he went down the thin hall way, signs of battle, blood and death had occurred. Mostly the enemy forces sides, Imperial forces seemed to have been decimated, expected from a druid of Quincy’s’ calibre. Especially one who has the ability of a grove keeper. As they got to the end, Quincy knocked on the door and it opened, troops observing and nodding between them and the blue haired male, as they entered an older woman, probably a couple years older than himself stood dishing out orders and then clocked onto him.

She turned on her heel and made her way down, her long black coat with a puffy neck ring stood out and she stood before the two, eyeing them up. She then huffed and made an almost sarcastic gesture and walked off, seemingly irritated yet amused by the entrance of the two.

“I see she hasn’t changed.” He shook his head.

“You know what she’s like, youngling.” Quincy smiled and eyed the individuals as he came into sight of them.

They continued to walk down the way until they came to the centre table, a large round table and in the middle was a blue stone that was showing images of the city and the different males around the table were co-ordinating attack and defence strategies. Upon observing them it had seemed that the Royal Army had misjudged the true threat of what was going on within the city. An obvious mistake but something was amiss, probably the woman he saw that had sprung away from him to escape his clutch.

The longer he looked the more it became apparent that whatever knowledge had been sealed here or even not mentioned, it was worth the Imperial army recruiting the Dominion’s help to do, more so, they were taking and brainwashing their people without anyone knowing. It was a war starter and these people seemed to be the one handing out the punches without knowing who they are punching. After analysing the situation, they were converging around the town centre but it seemed the defence force of the city had been placing traps and funnelling the enemy to where they weren’t able to move forwards or even take a retreat strategy. Smart move on their part, he moved closer to the tale after being asked to by Quincy.

“Mayor, you need to think straight here. We cannot allow it to fall into their hands, these greedy little mongrels have something in store!”

The arguing subsided with a swift intervention of a point by the blue haired master, pointing directly on a part of the city which was the weakest.

“Your best bet is to counter attack here, they won’t expect it.” The mean glares of tacticians that had seen the war beamed over him as if to insult him in some respectable manner.

“And what makes, you, boy, knowledge about this situ-.” Before he could carry on to give some kind of insult that had some what of a meaning to it, the mayor decided to stop him.

“He’s the personal officer for her majesty, insulting his skills and abilities is a direct insult to the Royalty themselves, who have safe guarded this city for years.” A cold shudder and a couple of nods and agreements came to it, one man approached the two, a slender man. Offering the gesture that the rest of them were unable to make. He had long dark hair that covered over his face and it was an unusual shade of purple, his eyes were yellow and they looked between them both. His attire was built with a waistcoat that was black and a grey shirt with black gloves and a prominent purple tie.

“My lords, hath’ thou’ a plan?”