Amon and Yumi made their way through the castle, making swift work of the normal castle guards they found along the way, racing as fast as they could towards the throne room,

“Remember Yumi leave as many of them alive as you can”, Amon said,

“please you’re the one with a sword, I’m merely punching them”, Yumi said, flying through the air, planting both of her feet onto a guards face, causing both her and the guard to fall to the ground,

“ he is not going to feel his nose in the morning”, Amon said, running pass the both of them, Yumi jumping off of the guard and resuming her pace, catching up to Amon,

“I’m surprised we haven’t run into the elite guard yet, next corner and we’re at the throne room”, yumi said, turning the corner,

As eight Guards Clad in all red armor, and the Black sigil of the Dracht Royal family, Imprinted of the chest plates of each of their armor,

Yumi and Amon came to a screeching halt, As the eight armored knights stood in between them and the Throne room door,

“Spoke too soon didn’t I”, Yumi said, an awkward smile, cracking it’s way onto her face,

“not the first time You’ve done it”, Amon said,

“hey I apologized for that time at the bar, multiple times”, Yumi shouted,

The eight guards stood aside, four on each side of the corridor, As the large, white wooden door, slowly creaked open, int the middle of the door way at the end of the throne room sat, Ea the prince of Dracht on the throne,

“ Only Amon Varchen shall enter”, One of the red clad guards said,

Yumi and Amon looked to each other,

“well I guess I’m not invited”, Yumi said,

“I guess so, so when you’re done kicking their ass I’ll see you inside”, Amon said,

“oh you know me so well”, yumi said, raising both of her hands over her head stretching, weaving her head slowly from one side to the next, as she felt the bones in her neck crack,

“time to get back to work”, Yumi said,

As Amon stepped through the doorway and into the Throne room, the Large wooden doors slamming thunderously shut behind him,

The throne room was vast but empty, it’s walls, ran up to a massive ceiling that had a mural of two dragons painted on it, one white, and one red, and on the side of the red dragon stood an army carrying the sigil of the Dracht empire, and the final piece was a black smoke enveloping the two dragons, the only thing in this throne room, was a red carpet that ran from the door to the base of the steps that the throne sat atop, the red carpet was in pristine condition and was lined with two gold lines on each side, the outside line thicker than the inside, the floor beneath it was made of the same white stone, that the outside was made of, with massive white pillars, running all the way up to the ceiling,

As Amon approached the throne, sat on it was none other than the first prince of dracht, prince Ea, his feet lapped, and his blood red trench coat flowing open running off of the throne, he wore no shirt, his red hair, shined brightly, from the light coming through the glass windows situated behind the throne, that overlooked the entire capital of dracht, his sword stuck into the ground next to the throne, the sword glistened a bright red, just as the princes hair did, from the handle of the sword, it had a dark grey pummel, with a dark red handle, running up to a dark red hilt with a horizontal guard with two end pointed in the direction of the blade, with a large circle attached to it covering the base of the blade, this design seemed to make a pseudo omega symbol, the blade itself was red in the middled with a dark silverish grey edge, as it stood there stuck in the floor of the throne room it seemed to give off a blood lusted aura,

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“I’ve been expecting you, oh fearless leader of the rebellion”, Ea said, resting his head on his hand,

“oh it seems that the royal family thinks of me in high regards”, Amon said,

“no not really, it’s just that insects have a way of being particularly resilient at times”, Ea said,

“though I must say, for a bumbling pervert, I did expect you to make it this far, seeing as who your parents were, and who you younger brother is”, he said,

“cut the idle chit chat Ea, I’m here to see someone with some real power around here, so bring out your father, I came to talk to him not you”, Amon said,

“seems like you have a fire lit inside of you”, Ea said, sitting up from his relaxed position,

“that fire burns just like how it burned within your mother, speaking of which, did you know, that she was of royal blood”, Ea said, a sly grin came across his face, as the sight of interest in his eyes deepened,

“what of it, you’re telling me something that both of my parents told me long ago”, Amon said,

“well if you already know, why don’t you join your brother and I’s cause, lets take over this continent, cousin”, Amon said, stretching out his hand towards Amon,

“not interested, and I’ll ask once more, bring me the king”, Amon said,

“how about I sweeten the deal, I will personally order all of the troops to fall back and with hold any attacks against Bolterra and Argon, is that enough”, Ea said,

“why would I believe you, those are just empty promises with no meaning behind them”, Amon said, scoffing at the prince’s suggestion

“you seem to forget, Amon, my natural blessing, is to make binding contracts, and the more personal the thing that binds the contract the stronger it is, and what is more personal, than blood shared between relatives”, Ea said, taking his sword from out of the grounds and carving two x’s that overlap each other onto his arm, as the symbol begins to glow a bright red, Ea extends his open hand once more to Amon,

“ Amon if you take my hand and carve the symbol onto you hand, I give you my word that I will withdraw all soldiers from within Argon and Bolterra, and I will cease all attacks so long as you work for me”, Ea said, Amon’s eyes widened as e realized how serious the prince was,

“wait a minute, you’re serious, but why, you don’t gain anything from this contract”, amon said,

“ohh but I do, having you means I gain control of the rebel army and it’s powerful fighters, not only that but I have the complete set of you and your brothers natural blessings, which together is almost an unstoppable force, plus both of those countries ar so weakened that if I just threaten them with the thought of war, they will fold and comply”, ea said,

“afterwards I can just demand a tax from both kingdoms, telling them to donate money, resources and man power”, Ea said,

“all of this bloodshed and senseless violence just so you can become richer, WHY, JUST, WHY ?”, amon said,

“no, no, no, no, there is a bigger picture here amon, a much larger war is brewing, a war that will engulf this entire world, and at the end only eight kings will stand”, Ea said,

“you sound even crazier than your father, where did you hear such nonsense”, amon said,

“right here”, Ea said, as he reached, down onto the seat of the throne, he pulled out, what seemed like a scroll, it’s brown parchment was worn and torn, dried dark brown spots riddled the scroll, the two wooden knots holding it together, were scratched and rugged, Ea pulled it out slowly, the length of the scroll spanning his arms length, with one end seemingly torn off,

“hmph, a worn, torn up scroll, you really have lost your mind”, amon said,

“believe what you want but it was all written right here, and this scroll was found, within a dungeon in a remote village within dracht”, Ea said,

“anyways you said you would have the other kingdoms hand over resources and man power and money, but what if they refuse”, Amon said,

“it’s simple, as I just said, I will threaten them with total annihilation through restarting the war, even though I wouldn’t be able to through you joining me, I would make it so that an empty threat would fell both kingdoms, and not a single drop of blood would be shed”, Ea said,

“to be honest, the offer is tempting, and I’m one to go with my temptations and desires, but I refuse to accept anything until I talk with the king”, Amon said,

Ea slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, taking his time, he stood up from the throne, reaching down next to the it and picking something up off of the ground, as he let out a sigh of disappointment,

“well since you won’t keep quiet, and you keep asking for him, here you go”, Ea said, launching the unknown object through the air, as it landed in front of Amon’s feet,

“there you go, the former, and now currently dead, king Alexander Dracht”, Ea said,

Amon looked down and saw the severed head of the king of Dracht, his eyes white and glazed over, they looked widened with surprise, his mouth open, as if he were in shock up until his soul departed from his body, the blood running out from the neck of the once alive king, pooling at Amon’s feet,

He looked up at the prince, now king, Amon’s face in complete shock, his eyes shifted about nervously, he was at a complete loss for words