Mona held up the letters, and the elves could see the truth written in black and white. Oscar had planned to betray his own brother, and he was planning to betray them as well. Mona's words rang true - if he had betrayed his own family, how could they trust him? They began to realize that they had been duped, and that they had made a terrible mistake in supporting Oscar. Now, they had to make things right. "We are sorry, Mona," one of the elves said. "We should have trusted you from the beginning.""You would not betray your own family, would you?" Oscar spat at her. "You would not be so disloyal?"Mona steeled herself, taking a deep breath and holding her head high. "I would not be disloyal," she said firmly. "But I would not betray my people by allowing you to continue with your treachery. My father would have acted long ago, and I must do what he would have done."As Mona watched the guards drag her uncle away, she felt a mix of emotions. There was a sense of justice being served,
As Franklin clenched his jaw, he tried not to think about what he was about to do. If he thought too much, he might change his mind. But he didn't want to change his mind. He needed this.Nick knew this was a suicide mission. But he understood Franklin's thirst for revenge. He had felt that same thirst when his father, Darius, the God of Thieves, disowned him for not living up to the family's reputation as ruthless thieves. It had been years since that day, but the pain was still raw.Maybe that's why he wanted to help Franklin, to help him avoid making a mistake. To spare him the years of regret and anger. But he couldn't make the choice for him. He could only try to reason with him, to make him see the bigger picture."You have to consider the cost," he said. "What if you lose more than you gain?"Franklin remained silent, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Nick knew he was barely listening, his mind already made up. But he had to try."Please, think this through," he pleaded. "Don't t
Franklin's face twisted in anguish, the words cutting him like a knife. But even as he felt his hope slipping away, he knew he couldn't give up. There had to be a way."You're right, Franklin," Nicklaus said softly. "Diablo has changed you, but that doesn't mean you're beyond hope. There are people who care about you, who are willing to see past your vampiric nature and accept you for who you are. They are the ones who matter, not the ones who would shun you for something you can't control.""But I'll never be human again," Franklin said, his voice breaking. "I'll never be able to live a normal life.""You may not be human in the traditional sense," Nicklaus replied."You can still have a meaningful, fulfilling life, Franklin," Nicklaus said. "Just because you're a vampire doesn't mean you can't do good in the world. You can still make a difference, if you choose to.""But what difference can I make?" Franklin asked. "No one will ever trust me again."Diablo's eyes narrowed as he watc
"I suggest we throw a shindig!"While King Roderick's proclamation was met with cheers and applause, Dahlia knew that there was still much work to be done.The centaurs had been through so much, and their struggle was far from over. The king's gesture was a good start, but it would take more than words to truly make amends.As the celebration continued, Dahlia watched Mona and Victor laughing and chatting. The contrast between their lighthearted banter and the serious situation at hand was not lost on her.Elliott stood stiffly, his face a carefully crafted mask of composure. But Dahlia could see the turmoil beneath the surface. The weight of the king's words and the memories they evoked were clearly taking a toll on him.Roderick continued to praise Elliott's bravery, unaware of the young man's inner turmoil. He spoke of him as a hero, but for Elliott, the memory of that day was anything but heroic.Dahlia noticed a single tear escape from Elliott's eye, but he quickly wiped it away.
"Oh?" said the king, looking down at him with a curious expression. "What is it, Elliott?""Well... Why did you help me reveal Oscar Lightfoot's letter to the centaurs?" asked Elliott. "It could have painted your father in a bad light.""My father is a great king, but he is not perfect," said the king, his voice low and calm. "It is important to acknowledge his mistakes, so that we can learn from them.""But your majesty, isn't it more important to do what's right for the kingdom, even if it means sacrificing your own ego?" asked Elliott, his voice growing bolder.The king's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. "It is not about my ego," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "It is about maintaining the stability of the kingdom. If I am seen as weak, it could lead to disaster.""But at what cost?" asked Elliott. "The centaurs did nothing wrong. It was all Oscar's doing and not Magnus. The centaurs and the elves could be united once again. Why put that relationship at risk for the s
Fiona turned to look at him, her expression unreadable. "Why do you ask?" she finished, her voice smooth and nonchalant.Leo knew she was playing a game, but he didn't know what the rules were. "It's just that you've been spending a lot of time with your father, and I'm curious as to what you've been discussing," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I know you're a shrewd strategist, and I'm sure you're always thinking a few steps ahead. But I'd like to know what those steps are.""Do you not trust me, my love?" asked Fiona, a hint of playfulness in her tone. "I assure you, I have the best interests of our kingdoms at heart. I would never do anything to jeopardize our safety or security."Leo studied her for a moment, searching for any sign of deceit. But her face was like a mask, and he couldn't tell what she was truly thinking. "I trust you with my life," he said at last. "But I'd be remiss if I didn't ask the question. You must understand my concern."Fiona's silence spoke volum
The other huntresses looked at Talia, waiting for her nod of approval before they showed Leo and his companions to their tent. Nicklaus was having a hard time keeping Valor under control, as the griffin's nose was twitching with the scent of the food laid out on the mat. The huntresses exchanged amused glances, clearly amused by the sight of Nicklaus struggling to control his griffin."Come, Valor," Nicklaus said, his voice firm but gentle. "We must be polite guests." Valor let out a low growl, but allowed himself to be led away from the food....The ladies had been laughing and joking with Cedric, enjoying his easygoing manner and quick wit. But then, as if on cue, they all fell silent, their faces growing serious. They glanced nervously at Talia, and then filed out of the room without a word. Cedric was left feeling puzzled and a little concerned. He faced Talia and he jumped."I'm sorry, Talia," Cedric said, his voice strained. "I know this is difficult, but we can't let our perso
But then he heard a yelp from Cedric and his concentration was broken. The shot went wide, and the target got away. Frustrated, he turned to look at Cedric, ready to give him a piece of his mind.Cedric was crumpled on the ground, clutching his leg and moaning in pain.As Leo looked down at Cedric, he realized something was amiss. Concerned, he knelt down and examined Cedric's leg, looking for the source of the pain."Did you sprain your ankle?" he asked, gently probing Cedric's leg."I think so...oh, oh dear. It's just a false alarm." "FALSE ALARM?!" Leo roared, his face turning red with anger. "You had me thinking you were seriously injured, and it was all just a stupid prank?!" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Cedric had really gone too far this time. Leo felt like he could explode with rage. Leo looked at Gianna with a mix of admiration and annoyance. On the one hand, he was impressed by her hunting skills. Three kills out of seven was no easy feat. But on the other hand