The prefect had just escorted the new commander out of the building and was returning to his bedroom when he noticed Cyrus and Natalie having a good time together. Being curious, instead of opening the large protector and making a loud sound, he stood there to watch what would happen through its metal bars. He watched as Cyrus escorted Natalie to her room, and took note of the way she reacted around him. It was obvious at this point that his little girl was in love, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. About a minute later, he opened the metal door and entered. By then, the courtyard was empty, and the only people he saw were the guards positioned at varying lengths around the inner perimeter. Just ahead of him was his room, and when he got there, the guards bowed to him as he opened the door to enter. He was getting ready to lie on his bed, taking off his outer cloak and hanging it on his chair when a familiar shadow was cast upon him. He looked up to see that it was the mole. “

The prefect stood on the balcony of the building, gazing out at the open space that offered a magnificent view of most of the city. He could see the walls that were nearly completed, the busy streets below lined with shades and kiosks selling goods. The clear streets in between were bustling with buyers and average civilians moving about, while little children could be seen running around with playful glee. The town appeared unchanged since he issued the edict, even though he knew that something sinister was lurking behind the scenes. The balcony was guarded by at least sixteen soldiers stationed at every turn, keeping watch to ensure no archer aimed the prefect from any direction. Kendrick was fully decked out in his armor, wielding the sword he once wielded as a member of the Royal Diamond in Griffindale. Today was the day, or at least it was supposed to be the day the rebels would attack. But according to the mole's intel, that was unlikely to happen. Nevertheless, he had to rem

It was just about an hour before sunrise. It was still dark, and the men who were on guard were tired, looking forward to finishing their shift once the sun came up. This time, Lucius was one of them, and while other men were falling to sleep, he stood erect and only moved when he was about to hit a guard who was falling asleep on duty. Within the closed shades of the nearby market, Lucius could see lights coming up simultaneously from within the clogged areas of the closed tents. Then he realized that they were being ambushed. With a loud shout, he signaled for his men to gird their swords and brace themselves for an attack. But before he could complete his words, fiery arrows had been shot upwards from within the tents, forming a high arch in the sky before coming right down on the Prefect's home and some of the guards who stood outside with Lucius. The men screamed as they were caught on fire immediately after being shot by the arrows. Lucius looked up and saw more of those arrow

The rebels poured into the courtyard, led by Conrad and Olivia. And once they recognized the prefect, they pointed at him, and all the rebels poured in his direction at full speed. The prefect readied his sword, Natalie stood firm, and the others braced themselves as well. With a loud shout, they ran toward the rebels, but Cyrus and Richard overtook them, plunging headfirst into the crowd ahead of Kendrick and the others. Cyrus hacked and slashed with his sword, and as he did with the Dakra back at Sargath Village, he turned off his brain from holding back on anything. This was war, and the rebels had to die. Cyrus endeavored to stay ahead of Natalie, trying to keep as many rebels as possible from reaching her even though she was faring quite well on her own. It was an unsettling sight for the others (apart from Kendrick) to see the peaceful and pacifist Natalie slitting throats and stabbing men like it was nothing. The sight of bloodstain on her, while she remained nonchalant w

Harold watched as Felix's dagger plunged itself into Olivia's head. Calling out her name didn't prevent it from happening, and to his horror, she fell to the ground once she was hit, and her lack of reaction made him scream out her name once again. Cyrus didn't need to look back to know what had happened. He numbed himself to Harold's cry, refusing to feel any sympathy. “It hurts, doesn't it?”, asked Cyrus with a straight face. And Harold looked at him with renewed hatred. “You kill soldiers like they don't have families of their own, and yet you act all innocent when it's your loved ones that get taken away! Tell me, how does it feel?” “Shut up!”, Harold yelled at him as he moved out of the way, causing Cyrus to stumble forward. Then he attacked from behind Cyrus, whose rear was now exposed. But right before the sword could reach him, Cyrus brought his weapon behind him, blocking the attack. As Conrad wept, holding his sister close, Harold wanted to be with them. He wanted to h