12 Hours earlier
The snowstorm howled around them, the icy wind biting through their clothes. A man and a woman, Talon and Serena, rode their horses slowly through the blinding snow. The woman's voice, though muffled by the wind, carried a tone of concern. "Talon, let's stop here. I don't think our horses can go much further in this storm. Let's take a break."
Talon, a man with fair skin and brown hair, nodded in agreement, his face set in a determined grimace. His hair was tousled by the wind, and his piercing blue eyes scanned their surroundings for shelter. He wore a heavy coat that shielded him from the biting cold, though the snow had started to accumulate on his shoulders.
Beside him, Serena, with her darker tan skin and long, black hair braided to keep it out of her face, pulled her hood tighter around her. Her striking purple eyes, framed by long lashes, showed both concern and determination. She wore earrings that peeked out from beneath her hood and a choker necklace that added a touch of elegance to her otherwise practical attire. The storm raged on, but her presence exuded a sense of calm and resilience.
They were fortunate to find a nearby cave that seemed empty, providing a welcome respite from the storm. After dismounting their horses, Talon turned to his wife, "Stay here, Serena. I'll go out to gather wood so we can start a fire."
Serena nodded, her eyes reflecting both worry and trust. "Be careful" she said, watching as Talon disappeared into the swirling snow.
While waiting for Talon to return, Serena unpacked some equipment they would need to make camp. The minutes seemed to stretch on, the silence of the cave broken only by the distant roar of the storm. Suddenly, a chilling scream pierced the air. "Gah!!"
Serena's heart raced as she rushed outside to see her husband struggling on the ground, a monstrous creature on top of him. The beast had the fierce, predatory look of a wolf, with the stealthy, cunning nature of a hyena. Without hesitation, Serena reached into her pouch and hurled a bottle of repellent powder at the creature. The powder hit its mark, and the monster recoiled, allowing Talon to scramble to his feet.
Talon grabbed a sturdy stick, brandishing it towards the monster in an attempt to scare it away. The creature retreated a few steps, snarling menacingly. Serena rushed to her husband's side, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you hurt?"
Talon grimaced, showing her a deep scratch on his arm. "It got me, but I'll be fine."
Serena quickly pulled out a bandage from her pouch and expertly wrapped his arm. "Let's get back to the cave," she urged, helping him carry the bundle of wood and sticks he had managed to gather.
As they made their way back, a low growl emanated from the bushes. The creature had returned, and this time it wasn't alone. A pack of monsters emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with predatory intent. Talon and Serena found themselves surrounded, their breaths forming visible clouds in the cold air.
They slowly moved back toward the cave, Talon keeping his stick pointed at the monsters. The creatures followed, their eyes glinting with predatory intelligence as they seemed to observe Serena, checking for any signs of other weapons. The couple continued to back away, finally reaching the mouth of the cave.
As the snow began to fall even more heavily, one of the monsters leaped at Talon. He swung his stick, landing a solid blow, causing the creature to recoil. However, another monster sprang at him immediately, forcing him to drop his makeshift weapon. Talon wrestled with the creatures, their sharp teeth tearing at his arm and leg.
Desperate, Serena reached into her pouch but found she was out of repellent powder. Talon shouted through gritted teeth, "Serena, I have more dried moonbane in my bag!"
She quickly rushed into the cave, but before she could react, a monster followed her, lunging at her. Just then, a cloaked man appeared, his sword flashing through the air. The monster fell, dead in an instant. The man swiftly turned and engaged the other monsters attacking Talon, his movements precise and deadly.
With a few swift slashes, the man skillfully fended off the remaining monsters. Soon, only a few of the pack were left, and he finished them off with ease. Serena rushed to help Talon stand, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she said to the cloaked man, her voice shaking with relief.
The man nodded, his face partially hidden by his hood. "It's fine," he replied, his tone calm and steady. He picked up the sticks from the ground and started a fire while Serena patched up Talon's wounds.
Talon, wincing as Serena tended to his injuries, looked at the man. "We owe you our lives. We're willing to pay you with anything you ask."
The man shook his head, waving off the offer. "There's no need for that. But I'm curious, why are you traveling in such harsh conditions?"
Talon and Serena exchanged a glance before Talon answered, "We're mercenaries. We're traveling to the battlefield to aid the army. Both of us are physicians."
Serena added, "There aren't a lot of priests available, so we're going to help using the old ways of healing without magic. We rely on herbs, poultices, and traditional medicine to treat the wounded. It's not as fast or powerful as magical healing, but it's effective and often the only option for many soldiers."
Serena continued, "I'm Serena, and this is my husband, Talon."
The cloaked man nodded in acknowledgment. "I'm Cedric" he introduced himself simply, lowering his hood to reveal his face.
As Serena worked on patching her husband's wounds, she noticed that his arm bone was slightly fractured. Her brow furrowed in concern as she looked at Cedric. "I need your help to set his arm properly," she said.
Cedric nodded and moved to assist. Together, they carefully locked Talon's arm in place while Serena skillfully put a splint and bandaged it securely. Talon winced but stayed still, trusting their combined efforts.
Once they finished, Talon took a deep breath and looked at Cedric. "Thank you, both of you," he said, his voice strained but grateful. "So, Cedric, what brings you out here? Where are you heading?"
Cedric glanced at Talon and then at Serena. "I'm heading to the battlefield as well," he replied simply.
Talon and Serena exchanged a look of understanding. "A fellow mercenary, huh?" Talon said with a small smile. "Why don't you travel with us? We’re headed in the same direction, and it might be safer if we stick together."
Cedric considered the offer for a moment before nodding. "That sounds like a good idea," he agreed.
An hour later, the storm began to calm down, providing them with an opportunity to tear down the fire and move on. Cedric helped Serena get Talon onto his horse, making sure he was secure and comfortable. Once they were all ready, the three of them started riding off together, the snow crunching beneath their horses' hooves.
After a few hours of travel, they arrived at a small village and decided to rest at a local tavern. The warmth and light spilling out from the windows were a welcome sight after the long, cold journey. Inside, the tavern was bustling with activity, the scent of hearty food and the sound of cheerful chatter filling the air.
They found a table near the fireplace, and Cedric helped Talon settle into a chair. Serena went to arrange for food and lodging while Cedric kept a watchful eye on their surroundings. The warmth of the fire seeped into their bones, a stark contrast to the bitter cold outside.
As they waited, Talon noticed that Cedric often wrote in his diary, a habit he had observed since their travel from the cave. Curious, he leaned forward and asked, "Do you have trouble remembering things, Cedric? You seem to write a lot."
Cedric looked up from his diary, a faint smile on his lips. "Not exactly. I've been traveling for a long time, and some memories start to fade away. By writing them down, I just want to ensure they're here in case I forget."
Talon nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. Memories can be fleeting." He paused before continuing, "I noticed your swordsmanship earlier. You seem very skilled."
Cedric's smile faded slightly. "It's not enough," he replied. "I learned from someone that I still have to improve, but I can't figure out how. The one who taught me said something about using my sword to protect others, but I still can't grasp what it means. I've protected various people in the past, but it feels like something's missing."
Talon pondered Cedric's words for a moment. "Perhaps it's about your genuine feelings," he suggested. "Maybe you need to stop protecting people because you have to and start doing it because you want to. There’s a difference in intention that might unlock what you’re seeking."
Cedric considered this, his brow furrowing in thought. "You might be right," he admitted. "I've always seen it as a duty, but perhaps I need to find a deeper connection to the people I protect."
The two men continued their conversation, sharing insights and experiences. A few minutes later, Serena returned, balancing plates of steaming food and a few mugs of drinks. She set them down on the table with a warm smile. "Dinner is served," she announced cheerfully.
Cedric and Talon gratefully accepted the food, the aroma making their stomachs rumble in anticipation. As they began to eat, the warmth and camaraderie around the table provided a much-needed comfort, a brief moment of peace amidst the chaos of their journey.
As they enjoyed their dinner, Cedric looked at Talon and Serena, curiosity evident in his eyes. "What about you two? You seem like skilled physicians, and you don't seem to be in need of money. Why join in the battle?"
Talon nodded, acknowledging Cedric's observation. "You're right. We don't need the money. Serena has always believed in helping people, and if we lose the war, there won't be a place to spend money anyway, let alone a place to live."
Serena chimed in, her voice warm but serious. "It's about making a difference, about doing what we can to save lives. Besides, we can't stand by and do nothing while people suffer."
She then turned the question back to Cedric. "What about you, Cedric? You don't seem like someone who needs money either."
Cedric took a moment before responding, his expression thoughtful. "I have to find someone there," he said quietly.
The couple exchanged a glance, sensing the weight of his words. "Can you share more?" Talon asked gently.
Cedric nodded slowly. "I made a promise to a little girl that I'd bring her father home," he said, his voice filled with determination. "It's a promise I intend to keep."
The room fell silent for a moment, the gravity of Cedric's mission sinking in. Serena reached across the table and placed a hand on Cedric's arm. "That’s a noble cause, Cedric. We’ll help you in any way we can," she said sincerely.
Cedric gave a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you. I appreciate it."
As they continued their conversation, Serena asked, "Is this little girl you mentioned your niece or something?"
Cedric shook his head. "No, she's not my relative, but I wouldn't mind counting her as my own niece," he replied with a soft smile.
The couple smiled warmly. "She must be a really cute girl," Talon remarked.
Cedric's smile lingered as thoughts of Vita crossed his mind. He wondered how she was doing and decided to pull out the book from his pouch. As he read, his expression shifted from calm to shock. The book narrated that Vita was being mistreated and wasn't even properly fed. Panic surged through him, and he stood up immediately.
The couple noticed his sudden change. "What's going on?" Serena asked, concern etched on her face.
Cedric, unable to hide his distress, responded hastily, "I'll be right back."
Talon tried to stand, his concern evident, but winced due to his injury. "Cedric, wait—"
Ignoring Talon's plea, Cedric rushed out the door. Serena hurried to follow him, but when she reached the entrance, Cedric was already gone. The snow outside was undisturbed, leaving no trace of someone moving away from the tavern.
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Leopold sat at his desk, the dim light of a lantern casting eerie shadows around his dark room. He was focused on writing a letter, the scratching of his quill the only sound in the quiet night. The door creaked open, and his butler entered, holding a candle that flickered in the darkness.
"My lord, the magic stones have been successfully delivered to His Majesty Charles. He has sent his regards in the form of 3,500 gold bars as a thank you, my lord. And also, this is the newly developed poison you asked me to procure," the butler said, placing a small bottle on the desk.
Leopold nodded, barely looking up from his writing. "Good job. You may go now," he replied, his tone dismissive as he focused on finishing his letter.
The butler quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. A soft click echoed, but Leopold paid it no mind, assuming the butler had simply locked the door for him.
A few seconds passed as Leopold continued to write, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, a realization struck him—the door had clicked in a way that indicated it was locked from the inside. His eyes darted up, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the silhouette of a man in a cloak standing right in front of him.
Surprised, Leopold tried to get up from the table, but the man was faster. He grabbed Leopold's head and slammed it against the desk with a force that left him disoriented. Struggling to regain his bearings, Leopold's hand fumbled for the paralyzing quill infused with magic stones, a precaution he always kept nearby in case of an assassin.
With a desperate lunge, Leopold stabbed the man with the quill, expecting it to paralyze him instantly. But to his horror, the man didn't even flinch. He continued to tighten his grip around Leopold's neck, the quill seemingly having no effect on him.
The man’s grip tightened around Leopold’s neck as he leaned in, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "She cried"
Leopold's eyes widened in realization. This was the man who had come with Vita yesterday. Panic surged through him as the man grabbed and crumpled Leopold's letter, then slammed a blank piece of paper in front of him, forcing a quill into his hand.
"Write," the man ordered, his tone leaving no room for defiance.
Shivering with fear, Leopold complied, his hands trembling as he began to write under the man's watchful eye. The realization that his only weapon had failed him only heightened his terror. "Why are you here instead of joining the emperor in the battlefield?" Leopold asked, his voice quivering.
The man didn’t answer. Instead, he slammed Leopold’s head against the table again, the force of the blow making stars dance in his vision. "Write," he commanded again, and Leopold, his fear overpowering any thoughts of resistance, began to write as instructed.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Leopold’s quill scratched across the paper. Gradually, the words took shape, and with growing horror, he realized he was writing a confession letter detailing his treasonous acts.
"This won’t matter," Leopold said desperately, trying to regain some control. "Even if this message gets out, Aranthia will soon fall under Drakeran’s reign. You can do nothing about it."
The man leaned closer, his breath cold against Leopold’s ear. "The letter isn’t the message," he said with a chilling calm. "You are."
Before Leopold could react, the man grabbed the poison bottle from the table, forced Leopold’s mouth open, and poured the contents down his throat. Leopold choked, the bitter liquid burning as it went down. His vision blurred and darkened as he gasped for breath, the poison taking its deadly toll.
He watched dispassionately as Leopold's body convulsed, then went still. He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Leopold to his demise and the confession letter lay on the desk
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Cedric quietly entered the room where Vita was sleeping, her small body shivering under the torn blanket. The cold seeped through the cracks, making the room even more frigid. Her little form curled up tightly, seeking any warmth she could find. Cedric's heart ached at the sight.
Gently, he lifted her into his arms, careful not to wake her. As he did, Vita instinctively grabbed onto him, her tiny hands clutching his cloak, seeking the warmth and comfort he provided. Her face still bore traces of dried tears, evidence of the fear and loneliness she had endured.
Cedric softly patted her back, whispering soothingly, "There, there, Vita. You’re safe now. I’m right here."
He exited the manor quietly, his steps silent against the cold ground. The night was still, the snow muffling any sound. No one noticed their departure, unaware of the events that had transpired within those walls. At least, not until the morning would reveal the truth.
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The tavern buzzed with the news, the newspaper boy’s voice cutting through the murmur of conversations. "Big news! Big news! Get your latest news about last night's suicide at the Baron Veradyn manor! Read all about the shocking details and the treason uncovered!"
Serena turned to Cedric, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "It was you, wasn't it?" she asked, her voice a mix of accusation and curiosity.
Cedric didn't answer directly, his gaze shifting to Vita. "They hurt her" he said softly. "Look at her wrist."
Serena’s eyes widened as she saw the bruise on Vita's wrist. Her instincts as a healer kicked in immediately. "Let me see her," she said, reaching her hands out for Vita.
Cedric hesitated, holding Vita protectively for a moment longer. Serena, noticing his reluctance, gently reassured him. "She's fine with me, Cedric. Do you want me to treat her or not?"
After a brief pause, Cedric nodded and carefully handed Vita over to Serena. Vita clung to Cedric for a moment, her small hands gripping his cloak tightly. Serena's touch was gentle as she examined the bruise, applying a soothing salve.
"Here, this will help," Serena said, offering Vita a candy made from fruit once she had finished treating her. Vita accepted it quietly, looking at Serena with wide, unsure eyes before retreating back into Cedric's cloak.
Talon, noticing Vita's hesitation around strangers, decided to try and make her smile. He picked up a piece of wood and attempted to carve a little toy. His efforts were hindered by his injury, and the resulting toy was a bit misshapen, but the sight of Talon's earnest attempts brought a small giggle from Vita, who was peeking out from Cedric's cloak.
Cedric smiled and patted Vita's head gently. "See, Vita? These two are good people. There's nothing to be afraid of."
Vita poked her head out a bit more, her eyes still wary but beginning to show a glimmer of trust. She looked at Talon and Serena, her small body relaxing slightly in Cedric's arms as she started to believe his words. The warmth of the tavern and the kindness of these strangers began to melt the ice that had formed around her little heart.
Talon, feeling relieved at Vita's positive reaction, greeted her with a warm smile. "Hey there, little one," he said gently. "I'm Talon."
He then gestured towards Serena, adding with a playful tone, "And this here is Serena. She’s a big grandma disguising as a young woman."
Serena playfully pinched Talon's cheek, a mock stern expression on her face. "Ignore him, little one" she said, smiling at the little girl. "If you want more candy, I can make them for you."
Vita laughed at their playful banter, her giggles filling the warm tavern. "I'm Vita," she said, her voice small but clear.
Cedric, seeing her relaxed and happy, took the opportunity to feed her a spoonful of oatmeal. "You must be hungry," he said softly, holding the spoon out to her.
Vita eagerly ate the meal, her small face lighting up with happiness. The oatmeal was warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the cold, unkind treatment she had endured. She felt safe and loved in Cedric's care, grateful to be back with him.
As she continued eating, Cedric and the couple exchanged smiles, knowing that they had made progress in earning the little girl's trust. The warmth of the tavern, the kindness of new friends, and the presence of Cedric, who loved her, made Vita feel that she was finally safe and cared for.
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> 29th December
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Traveling along the road, Vita's curiosity got the better of her. "Do you have magic, Mister Cedric?" she asked, looking up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes.
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Cedric glanced down at her, a gentle smile on his face. "No, I don't have magic, Vita. Why do you ask?"
Vita fiddled with her hair, recalling a conversation. "When Miss Serena was doing my hair, she said there aren't a lot of magic users and priests in our empire. That's why she's traveling to help people."
Cedric nodded, understanding. "That's true. Magic is rare in our empire."
Vita tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "How can someone be a mage or have magic, Mister Cedric?"
Cedric knelt down beside her, making sure she could see the sincerity in his eyes. "Well, some people are born with something called mana. If you have a lot of mana, you can learn to use magic. It’s like having a special talent that you can develop."
Vita looked thoughtful. "I don't know if I have any mana."
Cedric chuckled softly. "You know, there are other ways to work with magic. You could become a summoner or an elementalist."
Vita's eyes lit up. "What's an elementalist?"
Cedric explained gently, "An elementalist is someone who can talk to and make friends with spirits. They can even make contracts with them."
Vita's excitement was palpable. "I want to meet spirits too! But what if they don't like me?"
Cedric's smile was warm and reassuring. He placed a comforting hand on her head. "They'll like you, Vita. You're brave and kind, and spirits appreciate those qualities."
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> 30th December
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They were traveling in the snow, with Vita sleeping soundly while hugging the warm water bag in Cedric's harness. The snow hadn't fallen much today, but the area was covered with a light fog, making everything seem quiet and surreal.
Suddenly, bandits emerged from the treeline, their weapons drawn and faces masked. "Hand over your valuables if you want to live," one of them demanded, his voice rough and threatening.
Cedric thought to himself, Seriously? The empire is at war, and all these people care about is money? But he knew he couldn't take this fight, not when Vita was with him. She looked so peaceful, having a nice dream.
He decided to stay quiet, letting Talon handle the negotiation. Talon stepped forward, his voice calm and reasonable. "Listen, we're traveling physicians. We don't have much money, but we can give you what we have. We can't hand over any equipment, though. We need it to help people."
The bandits eyed them suspiciously, their eyes darting between Cedric, Talon, and Serena. One of them, presumably the leader, took a step closer. "Money will do, but make it quick. We're not here to waste time."
Talon reached into his pouch, carefully counting out some coins. He handed them over to the leader, who inspected them with a grunt of satisfaction. "Alright," the leader said, pocketing the money. "You can go, but be grateful we’re letting you off easy."
But one of the bandits, who had been circling around the group, spotted Vita in Cedric's harness. Seeing her pink hair, he realized they could sell her for a high price. He signaled to his leader while reaching his hand toward Cedric.
In a split second, the bandit's hand flew right off, Cedric's sword already drawn. It took a few moments for the bandit to process what had happened before he fell to his knees, screaming and clutching his wrist.
Cedric used his foot to kick the bandit in the mouth, gagging him. He leaned in and whispered, "She's sleeping. Do not make noise."
Seeing what had happened, the other bandits dropped the coins and fled into the forest, leaving their injured comrade behind.
Serena quickly dismounted her horse and rushed to the injured man. She lit a torch and used the fire to cauterize the wound before applying some ointment and wrapping it in bandages. She turned to Cedric, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. "What is wrong with you? You could have just scared him away."
Cedric was surprised himself. For a moment, he had acted instinctively. The sword had felt as light as a feather, and he hadn't even felt the impact when slicing through the man's hand, as if he were slicing through the air. He couldn't give an answer to Serena, his mind racing with the unexpected ease of his actions.
Serena shook her head, exasperated but grateful. "At least none of us got hurt, thanks to you," she muttered, going back to her horse.
Cedric nodded, holding Vita close. The girl remained asleep, oblivious to the danger that had just passed.
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> December 31st
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Talon and Serena headed to the side camp to report in as mercenary physicians. Meanwhile, Cedric made his way directly to the main building, determination etched on his face. As he approached, the guards halted him, demanding his identity papers. Cedric walked straight past them, his voice firm as he demanded a meeting with the emperor.
The guards hesitated, unsure whether to use force, especially with little Vita poking her head out of Cedric's cloak. Her presence seemed to disarm them, and they allowed Cedric to continue, though they kept a wary eye on him.
Cedric arrived at the office where the marquis and the general were deep in discussion. He pushed the door open, and immediately, swords and spears were pointed at him. The marquis looked up, surprised by the sudden intrusion.
"I've brought the princess to meet her father," Cedric stated, his voice steady.
The marquis and the general exchanged skeptical glances. "Who are you? How do we know you're telling the truth? And what do you mean by 'princess'?" the general asked, his tone cautious.
Vita, sensing the tension, smiled shyly and introduced herself. "I'm Vita" she said softly, her small voice breaking the tension in the room, "Mister Cedric say that my daddy is the king!"
The marquis crouched down to her level, his expression softening. "Hello, Vita. Can you tell me your full name, sweetheart?"
Vita nodded eagerly. "I'm Vita Aurelian. My mommy's name is Valeria Aurelian."
The general's eyes widened slightly. "And your father's name?"
Vita looked up at Cedric for reassurance before answering. "My daddy is the emperor."
The marquis and the general exchanged looks, still uncertain. "Do you have something to prove that, Vita?" the marquis asked gently.
Vita reached into her little pouch and pulled out a medallion. "Mommy gave me this when I was born" she said, holding it out to them.
The marquis and the general examined the medallion closely. Recognition dawned on their faces as they noticed the striking similarity in hair color and the unmistakable emblem on the medallion. Realizing the truth, they knelt down before Vita.
"Your highness" the marquis said, his voice filled with respect, "we are honored to meet you."
The sight of two grown men kneeling before her startled Vita, and she quickly ran back to Cedric, clutching his cloak tightly. Cedric placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his eyes meeting those of the marquis and the general, a silent understanding passing between them.
The general looked up at Cedric, his expression more respectful now. "And you, sir? Who are you?"
Cedric faced the marquis and the general, his expression resolute. "My name is not important. Can I take her to meet her father?" he asked.
The marquis exchanged a hesitant glance with the general. Before they could respond, another soldier rushed in, supporting an injured comrade. "The scout team... they're all dead. I barely made it back," the injured soldier gasped, his face pale with pain.
The general quickly moved to help, directing others to get medical assistance. Cedric turned back to the marquis, his instincts telling him something was amiss. The emperor was not here, and the morale was alarmingly low. The signs were clear.
Cedric lifted Vita gently, his voice soft and reassuring. "Vita, can you wait here for a little while? I need to go out and bring your father back."
Vita's eyes widened with concern. "Can I go with you, Mister Cedric?" she asked, clutching his cloak.
Cedric shook his head gently. "No, sweetheart. I'll be gone just for a moment. When you wake up tomorrow, your daddy will be here."
He placed Vita on a chair, her small frame looking even tinier in the large room. Turning to the marquis, he lowered his voice so Vita wouldn’t overhear. "I understand the situation. The emperor isn't here, is he?"
The marquis sighed, his shoulders slumping. "No, he's not. He was captured a few days ago. All attempts to bring him back have been futile. I'm trying to evacuate all citizens, but the strange thing is, the enemy still hasn't attacked. We clearly have no leader at the moment, and it's puzzling. I'm doing my best to prepare to defend the city."
Cedric nodded, his mind already working on a plan. "I'll go find him. You just focus on taking care of Vita. Make sure she eats healthy. If you can't manage, Serena and Talon, the mercenaries, can take care of her while I'm gone."
The marquis asked, "Do you need any people to take with you? We sent many people before but they all failed"
Cedric shook his head. "No, just me is enough"
The marquis agreed, his eyes reflecting the weight of the responsibility. Cedric crouched down to Vita's level, his expression softening. "I'll be right back, Vita. Pinky promise," he said, holding out his pinky.
Vita linked her tiny pinky with his, a sad but trusting smile on her face. "Mister Cedric, you'll come back, right?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Cedric nodded, his heart heavy with the promise. "I will. I promise."
To his surprise, Vita leaned forward and planted a soft peck on his cheek. "Be safe, Mister Cedric" she whispered.
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In the heart of the massive Drakeran camp, Henry Aurelian, the emperor of Aranthia, was struggling to breathe. His head was repeatedly forced underwater, then yanked up, just long enough for him to gasp for air. His once regal appearance was now reduced to a pitiful state, his clothes torn and soaked, his face bruised and battered.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Henry tried to hold his breath as his head was submerged again. When he was pulled up this time, a man walked over and squatted down in front of him.
Henry Aurelian, a handsome man with striking white hair now matted and dirty, struggled to maintain his dignity. His once regal appearance was marred by bruises and cuts, but his piercing blue eyes still held a fierce determination.
"Henry Aurelian... The prestigious emperor of the Aranthia Empire," Charles Draker mocked, his voice dripping with scorn. Charles, a tall and imposing figure with slick black hair and a goatee, exuded a menacing presence. His cold, calculating eyes glinted with malice, and a cruel smile played on his lips as he continued to taunt Henry.
"You know, if you had surrendered to us, I would've given you a quick and merciful death."
Charles leaned closer, his expression twisted with glee. "I just heard some interesting news a few days ago. Turns out someone has a little girl with 'pink hair.' Do you know anyone with that color, Henry?"
Henry's eyes widened with horror. He knew exactly who Charles was referring to—his daughter, Vita. His shock turned to rage, and he tried to fight back, struggling against the soldiers holding him down. But he was bound and gagged, his efforts futile.
Charles laughed at his futile attempts. "Resist more, Henry. It makes things so much more interesting when my prey struggles for its life." He leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "In a few days, we'll have an interesting show for you. I call it 'a family reunion.' "
Just then, a soldier approached Charles and whispered something in his ear. Charles' face twisted with anger. He kicked Henry hard, making him groan in pain. "That useless fool!" Charles spat. He turned to his men, his voice sharp with authority. "Throw him back into his cage!"
The soldiers dragged Henry away, his body limp and defeated. As they tossed him into the dark, damp cage, the door slammed shut with a resounding clang
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Henry lay on the cold, hard ground of his cage, the open-air camp of the Drakeran Empire around him. The snow beneath him was icy and unforgiving, the cold seeping through his clothes and numbing his body.
He could see the camp's tents and makeshift fortifications stretching out across the plain, their silhouettes outlined against the dark sky. The tents were ragged and hastily constructed, some barely standing upright.
Fires burned in several places, their flickering flames casting eerie shadows that danced and leapt in the night. The smoke from the fires mingled with the cold night air, creating a haze that stung his eyes and throat. The acrid smell of burning wood and the faint odor of unwashed bodies permeated the camp.
He watched as soldiers walked by, their boots kicking up snow. His mind drifted back to the battle, the chaos and destruction that had led to his capture. He remembered the clash of swords, the whistling of arrows, and the roar of the fire. The fire...
The Drakeran Empire had somehow managed to harness the power of a dragon, a mythical creature that had turned the tide of the battle. Henry's forces were no match for such a beast. He could still hear its deafening roars and see the fiery devastation it left in its wake.
He thought about the decision he had made to order the marquis to stay back. Perhaps if both of them had been captured, the empire's last line of defense would have crumbled entirely. The thought provided a small, bitter comfort. At least there was still hope for his people.
But then Charles' words echoed in his mind: Vita and Valeria. He missed them both dearly. His heart ached for his daughter and his beloved. The thought of them in danger was almost too much to bear.
Suddenly, the sound of scuffling footsteps and muffled voices broke through his reverie. Soldiers were dragging a cloaked man toward the cage beside him. They were muttering about catching him snooping around, their voices filled with disdain. With a rough shove, they threw the man into the cage and locked the door.
Henry watched as the man sat up, his movements deliberate and calm. He thought about warning the man that any escape attempt would be futile; they were in the heart of the enemy camp. But with the gag still in his mouth, he couldn't utter a word.
To his surprise, the man effortlessly broke free of the ropes binding him. Then, with swift precision, he picked the lock of his cage. Within moments, the man was free and standing just outside Henry's cage. As Henry blinked in disbelief, the man seemed to blur, reappearing right behind him inside the cage.
The man loosened the ropes that tied Henry's hands together, moving with practiced ease. The night was mercifully dark, hiding his actions from any prying eyes. He also applied some salve to Henry's wrists, soothing the raw skin. Then, he turned his attention to the gag around Henry's mouth, loosening it as well.
Henry weakly whispered, "Who... are... you..."
The man leaned in close, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'm here to get you out."
Cedric deftly picked the lock, his fingers moving with practiced ease. The soft click of the lock opening was barely audible over the ambient sounds of the camp. He eased the cage door open and stepped out, carefully closing it behind him to avoid any creaking.
As he moved towards Henry’s cage, he remained hyper-aware of his surroundings. He reached Henry and began to work on the ropes binding his hands. Just as he was about to free Henry, he heard the footsteps of a soldier approaching.
Quickly, Cedric closed Henry's cage door and rushed back to his own. He stepped inside and pulled the door shut, positioning himself as if still bound. The soldier approached, his torch casting flickering shadows across Cedric’s face. The soldier peered inside but saw nothing amiss and continued on his patrol.
Cedric breathed a sigh of relief and immediately set back to work. He returned to Henry's cage, picking the lock once more. This time, he succeeded in freeing Henry’s hands. As he reached out to teleport, a voice echoed in his mind, "You, yes you. The Interloper, the man who doesn't belong here."
Cedric paused, contemplating the voice. Deciding to investigate, he placed Henry back into his cage. He took off his cloak and arranged it inside his own cage, creating the illusion of a figure lying there. Satisfied with his setup, Cedric carefully locked Henry's cage and stepped out.
Moving through the camp with stealth, Cedric avoided patrolling soldiers, using the darkness to his advantage. The voice in his head grew louder with each step, guiding him. He approached the camp's wall and spotted a soldier relieving himself. Cedric crept up behind him and quickly choked him out, dragging the unconscious body into a nearby tent. He stripped the soldier of his armor and donned it himself, blending in seamlessly.
Disguised, Cedric made his way toward the source of the voice. As he neared, the oppressive presence grew stronger. Finally, he found the source—a massive blue dragon, bound by chains and glowing stones.
The dragon's eyes met his, glowing with ancient wisdom. "I know you are an otherworlder who has come into this world. I won't ask why, but I need your help to break free from these stones. They suppress my magic power."
Cedric approached the dragon, examining the stones. "These stones are usually removed with a special device because they are harmful to humans." The dragon said, but Cedric reach his hand out and grab one of the stones. He felt nothing as he removed it.
The dragon watched him closely, its eyes narrowing with curiosity but not surprise. Cedric moved quickly, removing each stone with practiced efficiency. As the last stone was cast aside, the dragon began to flex its limbs, feeling its power return.
"Thank you, Interloper," the dragon rumbled, its voice vibrating through the air. "You have done me a great service. Now, what is it you seek?"
Cedric, still focused on his task, replied, "I need to get the emperor out of here and back to safety."
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The dark night was suddenly illuminated by an eruption of flames in the middle of the Drakeran camp, causing panic among the soldiers. Shouts and cries filled the air as many rushed to extinguish the fire, only to be met with an unexpected sight: a man standing alongside a massive blue dragon.
Weapons were raised, and soldiers tried to stop them, but Cedric and the dragon were unstoppable. The dragon’s tail lashed out, sending soldiers and mages flying, and its massive form smashed through the camp’s walls as they made their way back to Henry's cage.
Upon reaching Henry, Cedric heard him let out a weak voice, "We can’t go back yet."
Cedric, amidst the chaos, asked, "Why?"
Henry, his voice strained but determined, replied, "We need to end Charles for good."
The dragon’s voice echoed in Cedric's head, "Interloper, I require your help."
Cedric helped Henry limp towards a group of mages who were focusing their magic stone infused scepters on controlling the dragon. With swift precision, Cedric struck down one of the mages.
As the mage fell, Henry stumbled to the ground, frantically searching the mage's robes. His fingers closed around a vial of holy water, and he quickly drank it, feeling a surge of strength coursing through his veins.
With some strength back, Henry picked up a sword from a nearby corpse and helped Cedric take down the remaining mages. Their combined efforts swiftly neutralized the threats around them.
Together, they fought their way to Charles' tent, the dragon's imposing presence ensuring that no soldiers dared to stand in their way. The camp was in chaos, and their path was clear.
As they reached the tent, Cedric prepared to enter, but Henry stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I will finish this myself," he said, his voice resolute.
Cedric nodded, stepping aside to allow Henry to confront Charles alone. He stood guard outside with the dragon, their presence a formidable barrier against any would-be interrupters.
A group of fully equipped soldiers began to gather, their weapons and armor glinting in the firelight. The tension was palpable as they prepared to attack.
Cedric and the dragon exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Cedric quickly grabbed his cloak, which he had picked up while rescuing Henry, and put it on. He would ensure that no one interrupted the confrontation between the two emperors.
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Inside the tent, the atmosphere was thick with tension as Charles and Henry faced each other, swords in hand. The camp outside was illuminated by the fiery glow of the dragon’s breath, casting an eerie light through the tent's fabric. The sounds of clashing swords, shouts, and screams filled the air as Cedric and the dragon battled the rest of the Drakeran army.
Charles sneered, his eyes filled with malice. "Henry Aurelian," he spat, "still clinging to your pathetic empire. Did you really think you could stand against me?"
Henry's grip tightened on his sword, his eyes never leaving Charles. "I will protect my people and my family, no matter the cost," he replied, his voice steady despite the pain and exhaustion.
Charles laughed, a cruel sound that echoed through the tent. "Your family?" he mocked. "Your daughter, with her ridiculous pink hair? She's a fool's hope. I will see her die just like you."
With a roar of fury, Henry lunged at Charles, their swords clashing with a metallic ring. The force of the blow sent vibrations up Henry's arm, but he held firm, pushing Charles back. The two men moved with deadly precision, their blades cutting through the air in a dance of death.
Charles swung his sword in a wide arc, aiming for Henry's side. Henry parried the blow, the sound of steel on steel ringing out. He countered with a thrust towards Charles' chest, but Charles sidestepped, the blade grazing his side.
"You can't win, Henry," Charles taunted, his voice a venomous hiss. "Your empire is crumbling, and your precious daughter will die screaming."
Henry's rage fueled his strength. He pressed the attack, driving Charles back with a series of powerful strikes. Charles defended himself, but the ferocity of Henry's assault began to wear him down. Henry's blade found its mark, slicing across Charles' arm, drawing blood.
Charles retaliated with a vicious slash, catching Henry across the shoulder. The pain was sharp and immediate, but Henry pushed through it, his determination unwavering. He knew he had to end this, for the sake of his daughter and his empire.
Their swords clashed again and again, the sound of battle filling the tent. Charles, sensing his impending defeat, lashed out with desperation, his strikes wild and uncontrolled. Henry seized the opportunity, delivering a punishing blow to Charles' leg, bringing him to one knee.
Charles looked up at Henry, hatred burning in his eyes. "This isn't over," he snarled, raising his sword for one final attack. But Henry was faster, his blade driving through Charles' chest with a decisive thrust.
Charles' eyes widened in shock and pain. Blood bubbled from his lips as he struggled to speak. "Your daughter... will... never be safe..." he choked out, his voice fading.
Henry twisted the blade, ensuring the fatal wound. "She will be" he said with finality. "Because you won't be there to harm her."
With a final gasp, Charles slumped to the ground, his sword falling from his grasp. Henry stood over him, breathing heavily, blood seeping from his own wounds. The battle was over, and Charles lay dead at his feet, a tyrant defeated.
Henry slowly limped outside the tent, his body aching from the fight. He surveyed the chaotic scene before him. The camp was a battlefield, with bodies strewn across the ground and the acrid smell of smoke thick in the air. The dragon continued to unleash its fury, keeping the remaining soldiers at bay.
Cedric was panting heavily, surrounded by a pile of defeated soldiers. His sword hung loosely in his hand, and his cloak was torn and singed. Exhaustion was evident in his every movement.
Henry made his way to Cedric, each step a struggle. "Hey, you!" he called out, his voice hoarse. "Are you alright?"
Cedric, kneeling in exhaustion, looked up at Henry. He coughed, the smoke from the flames around them making it hard to breathe. "Is it done?" he asked, his voice weak.
Henry nodded, his expression one of grim satisfaction. "It's finished," he confirmed. "Charles is dead."
Cedric managed a faint smile, his body swaying with fatigue. "Good" he whispered.
Henry's eyes softened with gratitude. "Can you finally tell me your name?" he asked, his tone gentle.
Cedric let out a tired breath, his strength nearly spent. "It's…Cedric…" he replied, his voice barely audible. As the name left his lips, his body gave in to the exhaustion, and he fell into unconsciousness.
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Cedric slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the light filtering into the tent. He felt a cool, damp towel being wiped across his forehead. Talon was by his side, diligently trying to bring down his fever. Vita sat beside him on the bed, looking drowsy but determined to stay awake until he did.
Carefully, Cedric sat up, making sure not to disturb Vita too much. Talon noticed his movement and shouted to the outside, "He's awake!"
Within moments, Henry, Serena, and even the marquis came rushing into the tent. The marquis grabbed Cedric's hand, shaking it vigorously. "You did the impossible," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "The entire empire owes you a debt of thanks."
Henry smiled warmly, but his eyes soon found Vita. Cedric, noticing the emperor's gaze, nodded. "Yes, this is your daughter," he confirmed.
Henry's eyes welled up with tears as he slowly lifted Vita into his arms. His voice trembled as he asked Cedric, "What about her mother?"
Cedric shook his head solemnly. "I'm sorry," he replied, the weight of the truth hanging heavy in the air.
Then Cedric recounted the journey Vita had endured, detailing every hardship and escape. Henry listened in disbelief, shaking his head. "I can't believe what I've done. I thought I was protecting them by sending them away, but instead, I put them in greater danger. Maybe I'm not fit for the crown," he said bitterly, looking at Cedric. "You seem more competent than I am. Would you take it?"
Cedric raised his hands, a firm yet gentle refusal. "No, Henry. You can be a better leader. Your heart is in the right place. Trust me, I've seen a worse emperor change for the good. Besides, I have other responsibilities and places to be. Trust yourself, and you'll lead well."
Henry nodded, his expression a mix of gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Cedric. For everything."
Cedric walked out of the tent, his mind heavy with the recent events. As he stepped into the open, he noticed the blue dragon still present, its massive form standing out against the backdrop of the camp.
"Interloper," the dragon's voice resonated in his mind.
Cedric looked up at the dragon, curiosity piqued. "How did you know I came from another world?"
The dragon's eyes glinted with ancient wisdom. "As a mythical creature, I possess knowledge of the world and the universe. You are fortunate to have met me, for if it were another dragon, they might have tried to kill you already."
Cedric frowned, digesting the dragon's words. "You called me 'the man who doesn't belong here.' What did you mean by that?"
The dragon's gaze bore into Cedric. "I can see your existence. You are an anomaly, an entity that should not appear in any world. Your actions have steered this world away from its original intended path."
Cedric's eyes narrowed. "Intended path? Are you saying that Vita dying over and over was part of some grand plan?" His voice held a note of disbelief and anger.
The dragon's tone remained calm and measured. "By saving her, you have created a significant ripple. What if someone who is living a good life now finds their world ruined because of your interference? What if her death was meant to stabilize this world? I believe there is a being far more supreme than anything else, controlling the narrative of each world. It is not your place to intervene."
Cedric shook his head, a fierce determination in his eyes. "If Vita dies, the world resets as she regresses. No one would advance, and everyone would be stuck forever. If I were given a chance to redo, I'd do it again."
The dragon regarded Cedric with a mixture of respect and curiosity. "You are indeed a peculiar being, Interloper. Your resolve is... unusual. Just remember, every action has its consequences. Be prepared to face them."
The dragon let out a sigh, its massive chest rising and falling with the motion. "What is done is done," it said, its voice carrying a note of resignation. "When are you going to leave, Interloper?"
Cedric glanced back at the tent. Inside, he could see everyone talking, their attention focused on Henry, who was carefully lifting Vita in his arms. The sight warmed Cedric's heart, but he knew what he had to do.
"The sooner you leave, the better it is for everyone," the dragon continued, its tone firm but not unkind.
Cedric knew this feeling all too well. It wasn't the first time he had felt the pull to stay, but like every other time, he sensed the book in his pouch shaking, signaling an ending.
Turning to the dragon, Cedric asked, "Do you have magic power?"
The dragon's eyes gleamed. "Yes, I do."
"Can you erase me from their memory?" Cedric's request took the dragon by surprise. Most humans craved fame and recognition, but this one wanted to be forgotten.
The dragon's curiosity was piqued. "Why do you wish to be forgotten?" it asked.
Cedric's expression grew somber. "Sometimes, not knowing someone is better than knowing but never being able to meet them again," he replied quietly. "It's easier for them to move on without me."
"Who do you wish to forget you?" the dragon asked.
Cedric pointed towards the tent. "Them," he said simply.
The dragon looked at the tent, then let out another sigh. It flapped its wings once, creating a gust of wind. "Done," it said, its voice tinged with a hint of sorrow.
"Thank you," Cedric said, his voice tinged with sadness. He wished he could stay with them longer, but he had never been given that chance.
As he turned away, a rift opened before him. Cedric took one last look at the world he was leaving behind, then stepped into the rift, leaving yet another world behind him.
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Vita woke up, her eyes fluttering open to see her father for the first time. Henry greeted her gently, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "Hello, Vita," he said, smiling warmly. She couldn't believe it—she had finally found her daddy!
Henry and everyone around were confused about why they were in the medical tent, thinking it was due to Henry's injury. Now that he was better, everyone slowly began to leave the tent.
As they stepped outside, Vita's eyes widened with amazement. "Wow, a dragon!" she exclaimed, pointing at the majestic blue creature standing nearby.
Henry smiled at her excitement. "Yes, a dragon. It saved us."
Henry turned to the dragon and said, "Thank you, for everything."
The dragon didn't respond with words. Instead, it spread its massive wings and took off, soaring into the sky. Vita watched in awe as the dragon flew away, its form becoming a silhouette against the brightening horizon. It was just as majestic as she had imagined. But wait... had she ever talked to someone about dragons?
As everyone dispersed, Serena walked out, feeling the weight of the war lift off her shoulders. She had done her job, saving many lives, and now she couldn't wait to go back home with her husband and get a long, well-deserved nap.
Just then, she noticed a piece of paper on the ground. "Do soldiers carry notebooks or diaries around here?" she wondered, picking it up. The paper had a sketch of Henry and Vita, and it was clear that whoever this piece of paper belonged to had a deep admiration for the emperor and the princess.
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Ten years later
"Your highness! Where are you?" The call echoed near the forest as Vita's personal maid searched for her. Vita, perched high in a tree, let out a small voice to let her know that she was there.
She began her descent thanks to Flora, her buddy nature spirit. The tree's branches gently bent, lowering her safely to the ground. "Goodness, my lady. We better get you to a bath!" the maid exclaimed, brushing leaves from Vita's hair. "Her grace is here to see you."
"Miss Serena is here?" Vita asked excitedly. She remembered fondly how ten years ago, her father had granted Serena and Talon the title of duke and duchess for their help during the war. Serena was often referred to as the 'Goddess of War' who could save anyone.
As they walked back to the palace, a few maids chatted about Vita. "Her highness is truly gifted," one said. "Not only is she an elementalist, but she's the first ever to make multiple contracts with various spirits. Everyone adores her."
In the palace, Vita took a bath with her personal maid. With the help of both water and wind spirits, she quickly cleaned and dressed herself.
Eagerly, Vita rushed to the palace's drawing room, where Serena was seated, waiting for her. "Miss Serena!" Vita exclaimed, hugging her warmly. "Did Mister Talon come too?"
Serena smiled, returning the hug. "He's busy with paperwork. We're about to open another hospital this year. But that's not the reason I'm here." She leaned in, her voice tinged with mystery. "I found someone—someone who seems to know how we got to the battlefield ten years ago."
They made their way to the main palace and descended to the underground cell area, where they found a man with a missing hand. As soon as he saw them, he rushed to the bars, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Thank you for saving me back then," he said to Serena, his voice trembling with emotion.
Serena looked puzzled. "I'm sorry, but I don't remember you. What are you talking about?"
The man’s face fell in confusion. "You saved me when my hand was cut off by the cloaked man," he explained, desperation in his voice. Both women exchanged bewildered glances.
"The cloaked man?" Serena repeated, clearly baffled. "Who are you talking about?"
The man's confusion deepened. He turned to Vita. "Your highness, of all people, should remember him! The cloaked man who took care of you!"
Vita’s brows furrowed. "Wasn't it Mister Talon who brought me here?" she asked, equally confused.
Thinking back to it, Mister Talon always looked a bit confused when everyone praised him for rescuing Vita. Her memory of 10 years ago was all blurry, filled with fragmented images and sensations that didn't quite add up. She also recalled her father being unable to remember how he escaped from the Drakeran camp, his own memories just as fragmented and unclear as her.
The man looked between Vita and Serena, disbelief written on his face. "How can you not remember? The cloaked man cut my hand out!"
Seeing that he was getting nowhere, he turned back to Serena. "Since I've proven to be no threat, can I finally go home now?"
Still unsatisfied and confused, they agreed to let the man go, warning him that he might be summoned again if needed. The interrogation left them with more questions than answers.
Both women needed time to process what they had just heard. Serena parted ways with Vita, each lost in their thoughts. Vita returned to her room, requesting to be left alone. Who was the 'cloaked man' the prisoner had mentioned? She couldn't recall anyone fitting that description.
Just as Vita was deep in thought, trying to piece together the puzzle of the cloaked man, she heard a crack inside her room. It was strange because there were no mirrors or glass to cause such a sound.
Before her eyes, a rift seemed to tear through the fabric of space itself, right in the middle of her room. She watched in awe and fear as the space distorted and opened up, revealing an otherworldly scene beyond. From within the rift, a woman's voice echoed, calling out urgently.
"To all who have journeyed with Cedric. He needs us now. Cedric, our guardian, is lost to a fate he doesn't deserve. I implore you, help me save him. We can't let his story end this way. Please... he needs your strength."
Curiosity and concern intertwined within Vita. She hesitated only for a moment before reaching her hand into the rift, unsure of what awaited her on the other side but feeling a compelling need to answer the call for help.