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Fantasy Friday: Chaos Of Knowledge: Chapter 3

The man was held to the wall in his cell. The only light in his prison was a single torch flickering and spreading shadows around just outside of the bars meant to hold him in. His clothes were tatters and his face covered in scars from both new and long forgotten wounds. Atop his head were the signature ears of a fox that, while were normally a pristine white, were covered in mud and moved suddenly hearing the movement further down the corridor. His tail sunk deep into the mud he was left to sit in. The only footing anyone could get in these cells was a bale of hay dropping into the area the be used as a bed. The other man in the room was standing high over the man with a smile shining from behind the pewter mask forged out to look like the face of a snake. He wielded the blade with the skill of a master as he held it against Nomas' shoulder. "Oh, how far the mighty have fallen." He taunted with a smile. "Two years ago you were laughing it up with the council and now..." The blade dug a slow, deep cut across the prisoner's chest. A yell of pain rang out that seemed almost inhuman in both sound and volume. The torturer laughed to himself looking just outside the cell. He wore dark blue robes showing he was in high standing in the city. And from behind his mask the piercing green eyes to stare down at the prisoner. "Heal him," He commanded towards the young woman running up to aid her master. She held out a hand with a single large emerald planted on her ring glowed brightly for a moment. She let a long winded word as the fresh wound was already healing on Nomas. The man though still looked down at the ground. "I've got nothing to say to men like you." He said looking up with a snide smile, few things about this bothered him, mostly because they were looking for the wrong person trying to hold him down. "My work was in motion long before the council could even try and stop me. I will not give up the way to stop it, or him." The masked man shook his head as the blade was suddenly thrust against Nomas' neck. "You know the laws about procreation outside of the species. All you need to do for us is give up a name. A location. A description." He said coming close. Nomas would normally have felt the heat coming off a person, but he couldn't feel anything coming from the man. Cold blooded, he should have known after all this time. "Give that to us. And we let you free.Is it really that hard?" He asked with a dark smile. Nomas spat hard into the man's face making him recoil and rub off his mask. "I am not giving you a damned thing." He said with a deep growl emanating deep in his throat. "Tell you what." He said leaning towards the man. "Cut my chains and we'll fight over the answer." He demanded shaking the pair of copper cuffs wrapped around his wrist. They were dangerous to most men like him but he was tougher than most, rather than killing him they just weakened him. He was nothing more than human now. "Sorry, but I'm not about to let you free. I've got too much left to learn from you. And your... talents." The man said as he dug the edge of the blade into Nomas' ear. It left a large hole deep in the center of it leaving blood staining the white fur as it moved down the side of his face. Nomas though sat just staring at teh man with hate filled eyes. The woman lifted a hand to cast another spell but the man motioned her down. "Leave this one." He said with a scowl. "I want to let him remember this, a gift from me to him." He growled. "As you wish..." She said lowering her hand. The man smirked gripping the hand to his cell. "Let him rot." He said with a dark smile. "We'll burn down Adorea if that's what it takes. Let the troops know we're marching." He said turning on a heel. Nomas growled slamming himself hard against the cell so he was face to face with the masked man. "You touch anyone there and I will make you feel every death you cause," Nomas said calmly looking into the man's dark eyes. "You hurt anyone there and I will tear off limbs just to make you suffer." He said with a deathly serious done. "I stake my like on it." He said staring at him with his teeth barred. "You were once a hero to the people Nomas. I knew better though. You could have saved your son from this, and lived to tell the tale. You brought about this end." He said walking up to Nomas. "Understand the truth I speak Nomas, one rogue shifter is enough of a problem, but adding one who doesn't even know he is one. That is just the thing to end our world. You have done all you could to destroy the world you worked so hard at aiding in building. You could have prevented him. You failed..." The man said removing the mask as he looked hard at Nomas. His face was serpentine. With large eyes and slanted pupils to accompany the pair of fangs coming from his mouth. "The council has yet to give me orders ti kill you, so until then you shall suffer knowing that your action not only killed your son. But an entire country." He said with a smirk, Nomas knew he didn't even care about killing humans. "Keep him alive. I still want to toy with the traitor." He said turning away. The woman looked at the man a moment before looking down. "As you command." She said pointing at the prisoner. Nomas shook his head looking at her. She stood motionless for almost ten minutes, or at least that's what it felt like, Nomas couldn't tell time well in a place like this. "Why do you protect the child? You know a mortal vessel cannot control our instinct." She asked pulling her mask off as well. She was closer in look to a human, but what inhuman features she expressed seemed raccoon-like. A single large strip of skin across her face was a dark color offsetting the pale of the rest of her face. "His death would be a mercy. He is nothing but a human soul caught in an animal." He nodded. "I know..." He muttered still looking at her. "Humans are too susceptible to instant, yet my bloodline is powerful, we have survived things stronger than any shifter would believe, and our strength is more powerful than instinct," Nomas said darkly as he looked to her. "You of all people should know that Azeban," He said with a weak smile. The woman took a sharp breath as she took a step back with a frown. "You know our actions aren't the same. We are both shifters. Our union is legal, there isn't anything wrong with it." "My is not the legality. It is the fact that you two are allowed to live free while a child who has no control of his lineage is destined to die for the sins of another. You see that as something forgivable to the gods?" "Gods?" Azeban demanded with a frown as her hand raised sharply again. A single trickle of flame jumped from her finger and struck Nomas hard in the center of the chest. "We are the gods." She said as Nomas grunted loudly in pain. "We deserve what we have been handed. We should be demanding more." She said as the pain intensified. "You are the one who fell from the pantheon. You are the one who broke the rules. And you sinned. Death would be too good for you." She said in anger. "Your suffering will last until the end of our world." Nomas looked up with a smile as the fire kept burning into his chest. "Then you shall die with the rest of them." He said with a smile as he pulled as his chains. "Mercy is only shown to the merciful. And those who hurt those I care for shall fall before me, either by my hand or by the animal's." He said in anger as he threw himself harder against the bars. "The wall groaned in pain as Azeban jabbed her finger harder as the spells spread and scorched more of the man's chest. "Stand down, I will destroy you if I must." But there was a quavering in her voice, a pause, she was holding something back. He knew she couldn't kill him if he was meant to be alive by the council's commands. "Me?" He asked as he tugged harder. Azeban stepped back as the spell stopped and she looked worried at the situation. "I'd be more concerned with your husband." He smirked as he smiled pulling a small key from his hand. "Now stand down, or I kill you." He said throwing the door open. The woman just looked down, Nomas knew she wouldn't do anything, she was a powerful hunter, one of the best he had ever seen, but her strength was also her weakness. She could not do anything against the council's express orders. "As I thought." He said stepping from his cell. He needed to get moving and get to Adorea before the city fell. His tail moved slowly behind him. For the first time in nearly two years, he was free. It had taken far longer for him to catch a mistake on his captor's end and now he had a way out. He was acting on his own accord once again, the council had no more control over him. Grabbing a blade from the wall he tied it loosely to his side and hurried his way out of the wing. His ears moved quickly and suddenly his hair was standing on end. He drew his blade and it swiped through the air as the blade crashed with another in the darkened room. The sparks exploding on contact showing the reptilian face of his captor. "Over my dead body." The man said with a dark smile. "As you wish." Nomas said as the blade swung through the air again. er4tgrrThe snake man's blade was far quicker than his, even if he wasn't lowered to wielding it with only one hand. "You're getting slow." The snake answered as he moved quickly around Nomas with a wide smile. The two stood in te center of a large room surrounded by cages, some with people laying dead or dying, while others held animals trying to reach through their bars to get to the men. This was where they were kept. Anyone who disobeyed the laws of the council was held until death like this, some were half species stuck as insane mixtures, others simply men unlucky enough to have crossed the leaders in some way. This wasn't a fair fight. Nomas know that, not only was he vastly undernourished, he was out of practice, outclassed, and the man seemed to know Nomas' movements before he even made them. "Give in Nomas. You aren't saving your son and you aren't helping your world. You can't even save yourself." He said with a smirk as the blade thrust into Nomas'arm easily and leaving a large wound. It hissed loudly as it made contact with him and began smoking profusely. The man winced and covered the wound with his free hand. "You like that?" The snake asked with a laugh. "Special thing I've been working on. I call it Calmean, a special mix between steel and copper."He said holding the blade proudly. "Even if you were at full strength this blade could best you in a few strikes." Nomas didn't doubt him. Copper was one of the few things that a shifter could be killed by and a good warrior could kill one with a few well-placed swipes with even a knife crafted from it. But if he could kill him so easy why wasn't he dead yet? He knew that he would have more than enough power to beat him... "You look shocked." The snake said with a smile. "You think someone like me would be bested by someone like you?" He said swiping the blade out and easily knocking Nomas' attack away. "You think I spent two years sitting there? I was preparing to kill you and those you work so hard to protect." Nomas smirked slightly realizing why he was still alive, he was still in the council's palms and he couldn't act without them letting him. "Stand down Ouroboros. I can't overpower you. But you can't kill me." He said standing a bit taller now despite the wounds making him want to collapse where he stood. Ouroboros smirked stepping quickly at him. "You would think that, wouldn't you? I've got nothing left to get from you. They would understand me killing you if you were escaping." He said with his face moving oddly under his mask, something that Nomas could only interpret as a smile. The blade came sudden;t and seemed to move faster than a human should have been able to strike. "I've not the time for this," Nomas said as his own blade struck the man's side cutting a large hole into Ouroboros' robes exposing the hard scales flesh underneath. "You are nor the person that I should be fighting." The snake laughed slightly as he moved back curling closer into himself and taking a more defensive stance. "You cannot expect to win this. Without the strength to use your powers and without a proper blade you are nothing more than a man in a prison designed for gods." He said as he motioned his hand out towards the cages. "You will die here, like all those who have committed themselves to this." Nomas growled to himself as the sword swung wide at the man. Ouroboros easily moved from the way and laughed. "Sorry, but you're too slow." "Am I?" He asked quickly darting towards the door only to be tripped up by the snake. The man's tongue suddenly stuck out with its forked end moving rapidly. The low sound of the cage opening made him turn from his prey though as he was tackled sudden;y by the silhouette of what looked like a large feline. But Nomas' wasn't about to stick around and find out. He scrambled to his feet as the other two figures were angrily attacked one another. Nomas moved quickly from the room as he threw open the door to the prison and into the sudden sunlight beaming down upon him. Far below him, he could see the movements of shifters going about their business without any idea of what was going on above them. Darhill, te city of change. And was a city is was. Streets built in perfect North to south patterns and uniform plots of land. The council always got what it wanted didn't it, Nomas thought with a frown. He knew there was a darkness hidden under the wonderful appearance that it took on for the outsiders. He shook his head as he looked back to the door he had just escaped from and then to the ground below. "Damn." He muttered knowing that a jump from this height was near certain death even if he was at full power. "He must have had someone..." He was cut off suddenly as the large black tiger tackled him from behind and they both fell from the platform and straight towards the cobblestone ground below.

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Fantasy Friday: Chaos of Knowledge, Chapter 2

Twenty years later... The crowd moved out of the way of the man running through them. Nearly every person in Adorea knew about the Vulpine Bandit who seemed to show up once a week or so. He was a slender gentleman and moved easily around the crowd. His blonde hair moved behind him quickly as e he looked back at the man chasing after him with a large knife as he was screaming obscenities. "Get back here you thief," The stout man demanded as the weapon was swinging wildly in the air. The man frowned turning back to his path as a pair of guards turned the corner having heard the commotion taking place ahead at the end of the street. The thief stumbled as he was forced to slow himself down to avoid the pair of bronzed spears suddenly thrust in his direction. Stumbling on the cobblestone the thief ended up sliding between the guards barely managing to avoid the sharpened points. Catching his footing a few feet behind them he was at full sprint again. It wasn't meant to get this loud and he should have been in and out in a few moments. Not having no less than three men after his head. Muttering curses under his breath his bare feet hit the stone ground hard as he moved through the city. He knew he should have waited a few hours longer before heading in, but it would have been gone at that point. Looking down at the catch he smiled brightly, the mask was pristine, and he hoped it would keep its luster after this fight ended. Carved from copper it was the perfect reflection of a fox. The man he had just stolen it from meant to use it fir decoration among others similar. But he knew better, this was worth something more than just decoration. If all went well this would be part of his new ensemble, he was tired of being forced to hide his face behind a scarf and this mask for him perfect. As he ran past the center of the city he knew that the guards would be pulling more men into the search for him. As he turned the corner he was taken by the collar and his hood removed as he was thrown against the wall. The pair of vulpine ears unfolded from beneath as they turned quickly to face the man who had just assaulted him. He raised his sword quickly to the shorter man looking him hard in the eyes. But the hand against his face was hotter than he would have expected and knew the spell was prepared to brand his face if he even tried to use his weapon. "Quiet," The caster demanded shoving his hand over the thief's mouth. The heavy sound of boots ran by as he saw the men running by lead by a man quickly casting some kind of spell before them. As they disappeared the hand removed from the thief's mouth he smiled. "Sampson." He said quickly lowering the blade. "I could have made it without your help." He said as the sword was replaced in its scabbard and Nomas started towards the street. Sampson frowned pulling off his hood revealing the long black hair that hung down to his neck. A small golden crown adorned his head as he lowered his hand letting the heat radiate off of it. "No, you didn't Nomas. You know that if you get caught outside the people will start to speak. It is bad enough people know there is a thief out and about, but if they hear it is you... They'd be at the gate demanding your head." He said pulling his sibling back. "And where did you get that ridiculous thing?" He demanded with a scoff. Nomas laughed pulling the copper mask out from his cloak and offering it towards Sampson. "It's a prop," Nomas said with a smile flashing. "Keep the guards from seeing my face, thought it would preserve my anonymity." He said with a shrug. "If a guard was chasing me down one day and the next he was protecting me then he would turn me in for sure." He said with a wide smile. Nomas had nearly the same complexion as his father, a constant light tan despite the fact that little light made it through the canopy of large trees above the city. Sampson stood a moment with Nomas smiling innocently towards his slightly older brother. "Come on. And keep the mask hidden. We can't let them think I am working with you." Sampson said grabbing Nomas by the shoulder and pressing him into the street as it was starting to crowd again. It was slightly after noon and the sun was cracking its way into the large square they walked by. "You're lucky I was there. What would you have done if I hadn't known where you were planning on running?" He asked with a scowl. "I would've been fine," He promised with a frown. "Have I been caught yet?" "Before. That's the key, all it takes is you being seen once and you'll be on the chopping block within the hour." He scowled as he pressed Nomas towards the large castle in the center of the city. "You're doing this too often, I got to tell mom." Nomas stopped suddenly in his tracks. "You can't tell her." e said with panic in his voice. Most people Nomas felt he could deal with, but his mother was nothing to shake a stick at. She was quick as a whip and could hit twice and hard, "You know she's already trying to keep me in the castle as long as possible. If she finds out about... this." He said motioning towards himself. "I'll be ruined for sure." Sampson frowned forcing him to start moving again. "You should have thought harder about that before heading out here." He said pulling him through the courtyard again. "She's the only person who you listen to, and if I keep her out of this..." He sighed rubbing his temples as Nomas said with a frown. "You'll be out here again." He said looking at Nomas. They approached the large gate ahead, the signal that they were heading from the lower city to the richer center city. It was a large stone archway guarded by a group of men. Several runes glowed brightly on it meant to ward off anyone that wasn't meant to be there. The guards wore matching uniforms casually reading through papers allowing peasants and traders to do work in the higher district. The passing through was easy to notice as the surge of magic ran through them making the hair on Nomas' neck stand on end and the smell of electricity force its way into his lungs. The ground suddenly went from the quiet crunching of stepping on gravel to that of the quiet pattering of stone that lined the road. The guards didn't even take a second glance at Sampson, they knew he was the prince and any kind of spell to mimic him would have been dissolved by the wards they passed through. Nomas didn't even have to look to know what was around him. He knew the area too well. Bakeries he had ordered from, libraries he browsed, stores he had walked through a thousand times. Even the poorest families living here were well known among the city and had large amounts of money at their disposal. He knew that the road they walked lead right to the center fo the city and into the castle he and his brother were raised in. Sampson's face was hard today and Nomas cocked his head slightly trying to figure out what had happened to him, normally he was quiet when he found Nomas, subtle and kind about it, but today he was angry and ready to burst with anger. "What happened?" Nomas asked turning around to face his sibling. "I'm fine," Sampson said losing away with a frown. He was hiding something, and he knew it had to be big. "Sampson." Nomas pressed with a frown. "You know that you can talk to me without having any kind of problem. I have never spoken about anything you wanted me to keep hidden. You know that." That statement made him take a deep breath followed by a sigh. Lifting his left arm slowly Nomas saw the problem quite quickly. Most if his arm was covered in burns covering his forearm. "Lost control of my magic earlier. Mom already took a look at it and thinks I should be more careful and won't let me cast without her around for a while, at least until I can take the proper precautions." He explained with a sigh. Nomas knew exactly what he was talking about. Most of Sampson's arms were covered in tattooed runes running up and down them, meant to aid in the focusing of his magic, but clearly, a spell had backfired. "But you're alright though, right Sam?" Sam, it had always been one of Nomas' favorite things to call his sibling, mostly because it bothered him. A nod was his only reply, something was solemn and angry about his reaction though as if Nomas questioning was making him more bitter. "Sam?" "I said I'm fine." He snapped looking suddenly at him with his blue eyes flaring with anger. "I told her it was nothing but she won't let me do any of my work until I can cast my basic wards without failing. Do you know how hard that is? Five spells I need to cast perfectly, in order, with all of the movements and incantations for all of them without making a mistake." Nomas nodded slightly as he looked up at the beams of light shining through. "You did it before didn't you? It can't be that hard to do again. I'll even come help if you need it." "What do you know?" He asked with a frown. "All you need to do is swing a sword around. You don't know anything about casting a spell." Nomas' hand went by instinct to the sword on his side. A fine longsword he had wielded since he was old enough to carry it. Sampson was right, Nomas had never shown the affinity for casting spells like his brother had. Unlike nearly half of people who could do basic things like moving a pencil across a table or make a flag move, Nomas seemed to have no ability for anything magic. Rather he strove to be a warrior rather than a man of royal stature. While both were called prince in the title, Nomas was born second. He had little chance to usurp in brother even if he wanted to. Nomas looked away with a frown. "I know when you need help, Sampson. Even if you aren't asking for it." He said keeping his gaze from his brother's outburst. Sampson's face suddenly softened, setting his good hand on Nomas' shoulder he smiled. "You know that I trust you, but this is something that you would not be able to help with. It is something that would take you a lifetime to understand, even I struggle with this even with all my schooling under mother." "My work is the same." Nomas shot back. "You and I have followed different paths, but we travel them together. I know nothing of magic, I admit that. But you know nothing about swordplay, but despite that fact, we are brothers. We will always be together, No matter the distance." He said with a frown. "You know that." Sampson just laughed slightly. "Stop acting like you're so philosophical. You know you will run out of brain power." He said pressing his brother forward through the last gate to the castle. "Mom'll be pissed if we don't get back quickly." He said pressing the both of them passed the guards. There were more here, like always, and they were better armed than those who protected the guard upper-class people in the city. Nomas pulled away now and hurried ahead passed his brother as they approached the gate. "Then let's hurry." He said with a smile. "I'd rather not deal with her yelling at me for being out and being late." He said with a smile as he ran past a few people coming towards the main hall. "Plus she might be busy with other stuff and we'll avoid her for the moment." *** Her calmness scared Nomas more than anything. She sat across from him reading through some kind of report with a firm frown planted on her face. She spoke little and that was what made Nomas know there was something worse coming. Adjusting her papers she looked up at Nomas with her dark blue eyes locking with his. They always seemed to pierce Nomas soul, "You were chased in broad daylight by the blacksmith." She said with a scowl, Nomas wasn't sure if this was meant to be a statement or a question so he simply nodded. "That is rather bold compared to your other... escapades." She said pausing a moment as she tried to find the proper word. "Explain to me again why you were out." "I was bored," Nomas answered quickly looking own at his feet. "There wasn't much going on here in regards to training so I went out looking for something to do." He said with a shrug. "Something to do?" She asked with a frown. "You think there is nothing for us to do here?" Viola asked with a frown. "Your brother nearly destroyed his arm and burnt the castle down. And you would have been nowhere to be accounted for. We would have been fighting our way through a crumbling building looking for a man who wasn't even in the same part of the city because he needed something to do." She said as her quill scratched along the table. "Your boredom could have cost us lives. Let alone if you were found out there." "But I wasn't," Nomas said taking a step forward with his gaze returning to his mother again. The room was small, nothing more than a study his mother used for herself. It only had one window behind her desk and the walls were covered to the ceiling with tall bookshelves made of dark oak wood matching the desk. The desk was in the center of the room, nearly as long as Nomas was tall, and was stacked high with paper across nearly the whole surface. "But you could have." The queen shouted suddenly as she stood in anger. Several books flew off their shelves and crashed upon the floor. "That's the point that keeps escaping you. Just because nothing happened doesn't mean it couldn't have." She said with the rune on her left arm glowing a light green. "You know that if something happens you and Sampson are not ready for such a burden. Even if you were expected to carry it together." Nomas nodded looking down quickly. While it was not often that his mother scolded him, being outside was something that he refused to press back on. Nomas never understood why though, his tail was nothing more than a natural occurrence, something he had no control over. Why was he forced to hide something he had no way of changing? "I understand that." Nomas managed as he looked to her again. "You know I don't do well in confined spaces. You said yourself that dad suffered from the same thing." "You're not your father." She snapped again as the quill was ripped suddenly in half and the ceiling rattled loudly. "Your father damaged many people in his presence here. Including you and I. Don't act like this is something to be taken lightly. He is a man who should be hunted down for his sins, and you are nothing more than a child of circumstances." She said before dropping into her seat as she sunk her head into her hands. "Go, there is nothing more I wish to say at the moment." She said with a frown motioning him from her room. Nomas turned away quickly as he hurried towards the door, just outside Sampson came up offering him a smile. "That went better than normal." He said with a sigh as he leaned against the wall. "She didn't even punish you." The other shook his head though. "That's what worried me the most. You and I haven't had any kind of punishment recently. You think it's because were coming of age?" He asked with a frown. The age of Twenty was an important transition around Adorea. It was considered the age of adulthood. Apprentices were severed from their masters. Children allowed to leave their families. Pages advanced to knights. And Nomas and Sampson would be allowed to be leaders. "I don't know." He said with a sigh. "I would imagine she would be cracking down on us at this point. Making sure everything is going right and we are going to be ready." Sampson laughed slightly standing again. "Come on, I'm sure you're fine," Sampson said with a shrug. "We should get out to the courtyard. I want to show you the new spell I was working on. You know, the one." He said showing the still wrapped arm. "I got it right, even with the misfire." Nomas shook his head. "You know mom will kill you if you do it again. She is angry enough with you throwing it off the first time. If she caught you." Sampson paused a moment realizing the irony he was being hammered against. "She won't." He said with a smile. "I've already got the guards the leave the area," Sampson said with a smirk. "You know I'm not a fool. 'Preparation is half of everything'." He said waving his hand a few times. "'That's what separates us from animals'. That's what mom always says." Nomas shook his head with a laugh, sometimes it was hard to deny Sampson's enthusiasm, and his skill. "Okay then 'Master Wizard'. Show me what you can do then." He said with a smirk as they started walking down to the large courtyard outside of the castle. A small forge adorned the far corner but it was currently empty. Sampson frowned grabbing the large book from his bag as he jogged quickly towards the center. "You'll want to stand back. Once I get it up and moving I can't stop it suddenly. It takes a while to die back down." He said as he began flipping through the pages. Nomas could see the scribblings and diagrams that he had written in making and adjusting spells. He smiled. He brother had always been quite a scholar. Though he had trouble getting his thoughts together, once he did though, he was one of the most powerful sorcerers in all of Adorea. Being the son of Viola, after all, both of them were born some of the most powerful casters in the land. Nomas himself though, he hadn't gained the gift of manipulating the stream. Casting a spell required a person to take in large amounts of the stream, a natural flowing energy a caster focused into an incantation or enchantment. People in passing called it mana and all forms of magic revolved around controlling and manifesting it. It was hard for someone to begin casting a spell and even then it nearly no one could do anything more than starting a fire or gathering a jug full of water. Nomas did know a bit about how it was done. Sampson stood in the center of the courtyard as he removed his shirt. The scars were for more severe than he had thought originally. Most of his back was burnt up in his last attempt, a side effect on losing grasp on mana. Any mana he had called forth was ripped violently from the user's body often times leaving burns, scars, cut, bruises, and the like from the sudden burst of energy. Sampson struck a heavy stance, low to the ground. An earthen spell was all Nomas could surmise about the way he stood. Normally a spell using the ground required an Earthen base or material like a stone, While something avian would need light footing or something light like a feather. HE smiled watching his brother as he began the second art of the spell. Normally this would have a verbal component about it such as a chant or a focus but Sampson and his mother had a unique way of casting their spells. The runes across Sampson's body glowed with a dull brown color as small pebbles around the area began to lift off the ground. Nomas nodded, Earth, just as he thought. The ground moved slowly around Sampson as the spells advanced. It went from a solid state beginning to slowly liquefy and shift wildly around him. Lifting and dropping in a slow mechanical movement Sampson began to command it with his movements. It divided and dipped and rose as Sampson moved around, his arms swaying to an unknown beat and the ground moving as he did. After a few moments, the ground focused in a single area and began to lift into the air as a long cylinder lifted almost ten feet into the air. It moved slowly before beginning to form a face into the side. The face was scaled, and angry looking. A dragon? Sampson was more creative than that. Bit sometimes he just didn't try. Nomas shook his head with a smile as he looked at him forming it better, slowly forming the neck and body carved into the ground. It slowly began to take shape and Nomas began to smile again watching it all come together. But as Sampson was finishing up the last of the second wing before nearly the entire thing exploded outward leaving a large crater with a smoldering rock in the center. Both boys moved back in a panicked movement as Nomas went to cover his brother. "What was going on?" He asked with a frown. "Did you do something wrong?" He asked with a frown watching the stone smoldering and burning the ground around it. "I didn't do this." He said loudly looking at it and then towards the city. "What am I supposed to..." His voice fell short as another crash just outside the courtyard. The pair frowned looking at one another before they were both sprinting towards the door. Sampson threw it open as Nomas drew his blade. The four-foot blade dancing in his hand as they charged out looking at the second rock burning loudly before them. "What did you do Sampson?" He asked with a frown. "If mom sees this she's going to kill us both." He said looking to his brother who was starting to panic. "That wasn't me." He said pointing out towards the city. there were at least another dozen of them elsewhere in the city and several more coming quickly from the trees, "Oh, my word." The brother muttered in amazement as he looked to Nomas. "We're under attack." He said turning a heel back towards the castle. Nomas was shocked as he blinked a few times. "We need to warn mom."

“Are you mad?” I screamed as her bike skidded to a halt in the middle of the intersection. But there it was again, that smile, the kind that always ended one of two ways. Her getting hurt, or her breaking something, often times both.

The truck came full speed at her from the end of the street and seemed to be speeding up. “You should know by now that I am.” She laughed as the weapon came from the side of her bike, something so large I wondered how I had missed it before.

Her visor exploded into color as she locked the weapon onto the truck as she started laughing madly as it barreled down the road at her. She held her ground as it came close and closer with each moment.

Then her entire face was lit green and she pulled the trigger…

Shuo Shi - Mechanical Girl 03

Chaos Of Knowledge: Chapter: 1

To most, he seemed human. The man stood beside the queen's throne smiling kindly down at the woman with cobalt blue eyes watching her with both interest and worry. Behind him, his snow white tail moved slowly as his pair of canine ears, matching the tail's color, flattened against his head. He was muscular, and his bare arms were covered in scars; it was clear this man was a warrior who had seen battle, making it all the stranger that he was afraid of this young woman. The young queen, Viola, was standing beside her throne with a frown. She was a fair young maiden, having gained her throne at the young age of nineteen, not even quite an adult. Now, at twenty-five, her skin was a fine porcelain color and her hair jet black. She was smaller in frame than nearly everyone around her having spent her life in the castle and away from the outside. Her green eyes cast downward as she spoke to the man beside her. "I know this is painful, But it is for the best. They will come for them, and you will not be able to tame the power he is going to contain." He said slowly, not from the lack of understanding, but rather trying to avoid the touchy subject they were forced to speak about. "If left untrained he will be a powerful force, one that could easily level this city without a second thought. And if they found out about him they would do far worse than just this city." Viola shook her head with tears welling in her eyes, more so from anger than sadness. "Nomas, you know just as well as I that we cannot allow you to take my son. He not going to be a monster like them, like you were. He won't be born among you, he will be born here." She said looking up at the warrior. "If we stay here we could protect them, keep this from him, and keep you safe." Rubbing the hilt of the sword slung loosely on his waist Nomas shook his head. "It isn't as simple as where one is born. This is part of his species. A natural instinct, he is going to find out." He said shaking his head slowly, he was having trouble getting her to understand. "Shifters cannot remain among other species because they always cause trouble. Even when they are unaware of their abilities." The queen stood shaking her head feverishly looking suddenly to the man. "We can protect you." She said taking a step closer to him. "There are more of us than them, we have a whole country at our command. We would stop them." The man seemed annoyed at her action, but when he was suddenly taken into her embrace his face softened. "Viola, my queen, my love." He said before wrapping his arms around her feeling her heart beating against his chest. "This pains me more than you will ever know." He said letting a sigh, "These men are not something you can fight." "I don't care, they can't take you from me again. I love you Nomas, and no one will take that away from us." He knew this hurt her, and he would do anything to keep her safe, which is why he needed to do what he did. He pulled her away and looked her hard in the eyes. "I'll be back, I promise, but I need to make sure that they don't ever find you. About them." He said looking at the woman for a long moment. "You are the only thing I have left. And I need to protect you." "Can't you stay another day? Another hour?" She asked looking away, "At least for their birth?" He shook his head. "I... I." He paused seeing the pain in her eyes, he knew that this was something she couldn't bear alone, and he wouldn't let her. Nodding Nomas took her hand. "I will." --- Human birth was far faster than Nomas had known it to be, taking no more than a few hours he stood beside the queen with the young children in his arms. The first was what Nomas hoped of it, human, through and through, something that he had desperatly hoped for. He smiled brightly down at the infant looking up at them with their black hair and pale skin making it clear that they were Viola's child. Their broght blue eyes looking up and seeming to brighten the rooma s it watched its father. The other though... Nomas was pained to see that attached to the infants back was the small orange tail. Canine, like his father's. Matched by the pair of ears atop his head. Nomas rarely felt flustered nor uneasiness but this was something he knew was going to happen. He knew that he couldn't leave here without him, but the queen would never allow it. Nomas looked up at the pair of large wooden doors leading to the courtyard. He knew that he needed to leave without the child, and it was the only way to protect them all. The trio of heart beats slammed against Nomas' skull making him shake his head. He sighed setting the child in his mother's arm. "I'm sorry Viola. But if I don't get moving now they are going to find you." She nodded with apprehension looking at the children. "At least name one of them." She said looking up at the warrior as he stood. Nomas let a sigh before pointing to the human, "Sampson. Sun Child." He said before turning on a heel and heading towards the exit. Viola's lip trembled. "I... Nomas." She said with tears welling again. The warrior stopped a moment before looking back. "I want to name him Nomas." She said as the tears started to stream down her face. Nomas started walking again, he wanted to stay, but he knew any longer at her side and he would not be able to bring himself to leave. The last she saw of him was the flash of his white tail as he turned into the large pristine white fox turning the corner.

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