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Kiran giggled a little behind his hand again at the way Charles tried to make himself bigger. In several ways Charles reminded Kiran of himself in his 'I want to be manly" childish phase when he'd gotten sick of all the dresses. And that beautiful white blond hair, he would probably grow up to be a very handsome prince just like his brother, rather than a girly little prince like Kiran was.
"Of course." Kiran looked away out the window again, and blinked at the trees they were passing... eh? Had.. had that one tree just looked back at him? Kiran tried to lean out the window and look back to see, but then he had to wince and pull back, carefully righting himself again. No twisting and bending for him today. For a good while of the ride during that morning, Kiran relaxed into talking to Charles and Sophia about a couple of the things about Thelema. And he was glad to see that Sydney had been right, the two were enamoured with all the stories that surrounded the tiny kingdom. Sophia loved hearing about all the romance and love stories of pretty princesses and princes finding their soulmates, and Charles liked hearing about all the silly gifts some of the princes brought. One time a kindgom from the sea had sent them a giant tortoise to make a lovely specialty cuisine, but his sister's had begged to keep it and still had it as a pet, much to the poor king's chargin who had wanted to taste it. |
The children absorbed the tales of life in the royal house of Thelema easily. Kiran was full of entertaining stories! Charles was so enthralled that he was seated close to the golden haired prince and listening intently to his every word. The children expressed interest in returning to Thelema to see this giant tortoise pet. Charles was convinced it was as big as the dining room table at his home and could eat horses in a single gulp. Sophia would keep prodding for information on whether the princes who came for the hands of the princesses - and even Kiran - were handsome and brave. She was convinced that all princes would have those qualities, but she enjoyed hearing more about them to confirm that "fact."
(OOC: Charmond came into mind...Ahaha...I remembered only Charles met him... xD)) |
Kiran wasn't sure he should be the one to dissolve Sophia's idealistic view of the world and it's princes, at least not this early in her life. But he did point out to her that some princes are more noble than others, so you have to make sure you have a really good one before you accept them. To Charles, he just giggled at the boy's ideas and let his imagination go wild for now.
As the evening wore on into a warm sunset outside, Kiran was beginning to feel the tug of sleep weighing down his eyelids. Despite the fact he'd done nothing but sit in the carriage all day, his body was tired from healing itself all day. Charles and Sophia were now sitting beside each other on the other side, half laying each as they were leaned into each other and fast asleep. Kiran smiled at their little sleeping faces and let his eyes slide close for a moment. He thought his eyes were only closed for a second, but as the carriage came to a sudden stop, jostling the inhabitants, and horses neighed startled outside, Kiran's blue eyes opened wide to the darkness of night. He flinched a little and craned his neck out the window to see what was going on. It wasn't too hard to see actually since their path was lit up with flaming arrows that had hit the ground in front of the first row of guards to cut them off. It was a dark ambush, and the bandit's were playing dirty and fighting in the dark. "Sydney?! Sydney what's going on!?" |
Sydney drew his horse to the carriage's side and quickly stole a brief kiss from the golden prince. "Stay quiet and hidden...make sure they are too," he said, nodding to the sleepy and confused Charles and Sophia.
Charles was quick to his feet to peer out the other side of the carriage. The shouts and sounds of weapons being drawn excited him. Sophia was the opposite; she stayed on the floor of the carriage looking every bit frightened by the events occurring outside. "How sweet, sharing a last kiss good bye?" Sydney pulled away from the carriage and drew his sword, ready to fight. One hour. He had one hour...More than enough for these scum! |
Kiran blinked, a little startled at the sudden need for a kiss. It took him a moment to actually remember and by then Charles was halfway to leaning himself out the window.
"Prince Charles! Stop that! Ah.. Princess Sophia needs your courage to protect her!" Kiran got up and moved over to the door to get Charles away from it and down to his sister. He could see from this angle how everyone was fighting. The bandits had gotten reinforcements to match the guardsmen numbers and every single one was engaged in their own battle. Kiran got Charles away and down to the floor with Sophia just in the knick of time, a moment longer and the innocent prince would have witnessed one of the guards dying with a bloody hack to his head that caused it to nearly snap all the way back. Kiran looked on horrified and suddenly very aware that he had no sword or weapon inside the carriage. He picked up the golden teapot used to refresh them and remained by the door on the other side from where Sydney was protecting, trying to do his best to keep the royal children safe. "Stay back!" |
Charles grudgingly took the role of princess protector as he wrapped his small arms around his older sister. He wanted to fight! He was a prince after all. Watching Kiran with the tea kettle, however, made him almost want to laugh.
"Here," he said, unbuckling the small sword on his hip. He had his own weapon forged to be utilized by his child form and weaker physical strength. It had appeared to be a decorative item to fulfill the boy's narcissism, but inside the fancy sheath was a real blade. Charles had trained to fight with it. With dual sharp sides, it caused the Queen Mother grief to see him wielding it with his small hands. Sydney cut down one of the bandits and began heading over to assist one of the nearest guards. A burning sensation raged on his arm. Glancing down, he saw a thin line of blood running up his arm. An arrow had planted itself in the tree nearest him. "Poison," he spat, tumbling off his horse and entering immediate darkness. |
Kiran blinked at the offering and took it, pulling the little blade out of the beautiful sheath with astonished eyes. It looking shining and smooth like it had never really been in battle before of course, but it also actually looked sharp.
"Thank you, Prince Charles!" Kiran turned to face the door, not jumping out into battle. He only meant to protect the carriage in a last ditch effort if needed, and far too soon someone was yanking the door open and it was not one of the guards. Kiran surprised the dirty bandit who was trying to climb in by slashing the small sword at him. Them an yelped out an odd argh sound and fell backwards with a thin red line across one of his cheeks. But he wasn't down long. He was back up with murder in his eyes and leapt sword forward first, Kiran just barely able to parry it from stabbing his side. It was an odd attack because Kiran noticed the flat of the blade had been aimed, meant to make him more defenseless but not actually fatally wound him. The bandit was pressing in on him, stooped through the doorway while their blades were lock, and Kiran's torso with the bruised ribs just couldn't take the pressure. He cried out and his knees buckled, and then the blade was being knocked out of his hands, and the insides of the carriage were being pulled away from his eyesight to be replaced by the dark woods, rather than the expected oncoming pain of the bandit's attack. Rather than stabbing him, Kiran had been pulled out and in a stunned movement was handed up to a bandit that was now on one of the guard's horses. The man started riding hard and fast into the woods, not letting Kiran know what had become of the children nor Sydney now. He wanted to scream and beat at the man, but the jarring horse was sending searing shocks of pain up through Kiran agonizing enough to make him pass out. --- When Kiran awoke, he found he was looking up a an odd colored roof. It sort of looked like brownish-gray stone and wasn't smooth either, like he was lying in some cave or something. Kiran's head tilted to the right a little and watched as the rocky surface continued all the way downward. He was, he was in some sort of cave room, but he wasn't lying on a dirty floor. The room was as decorated as any fancy small kingdom with rugs and wall hangings and furniture. Some secret and hidden paradise.. or maybe this is what the afterlife looked like? "Nngh.." |
Sophia had shrieked as Kiran crossed blades with the bandit. Charles, knowing very well that this was not a promising situation to be stuck in, grabbed her wrist and kicked open the opposite door to the carriage, tumbling out with her. While the boy prince was very used to falling and dirt, Sophia was very much scared by the fall. She sobbed and held onto him, drawing him closer as blood spilt around them.
The captain of the guards, who had kept himself close to the carriage, cut down his opponent before hurrying to scoop up the young children upon his mount. While he did not want to abandon his men, he knew his main mission was the safety of the prince and princess. He thundered away into the forests, looking for safety. *** Sydney's violet eyes slowly opened. His head was swimming, causing the stone above him to swirl before they focused on the different textures and light reflecting from the surfaces. He turned onto his side, wincing as he realized he had rolled onto the arm that received the thin sliver of a wound. For such a shallow cut, he was surprised it hurt as badly as it did. "...where am I..." |
Kiran sat up, then winced at the pain in his chest and tried one more time to sit up slower. He touched the middle of his chest gently and felt the bandages... on top.
"Eh??" Kiran blinked and looked down startled. His tunic and shirt had been removed so someone could look at this wounds. Hopefully that was the reason anyway, since the only other piece of clothing he was missing was his left shoe which was his wrapped and twisted ankle. Well, wherever he was now, they definitely knew he was either a boy or the flattest chested girl alive beneath his wrapped chest. He was also alone it seemed at first inspection, though the area he was in was lighted with a few oil lanterns, the back recesses of the room were dark and someone could be hiding there. Carefully Kiran climbed to his feet and glanced around, noticing his clothes and one shoe draped over the chest at the foot of the Arabian style bed he'd been laying in. He went for the clothes, but paused as a tiny voice caught his attention. Where am I? Who was asking that? Shouldn't -he- be asking that? Still.. no one else was answering so Kiran, being the polite prince he was, sort of felt obligated to answer. "I don't know where we are." He picked up his clothes and the one shoe, and moved towards where the voice had come from without putting them on. It led him to an actually wooden door set into the stone, which surprised Kiran as he hadn't been able to see it at first. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the dimness of this cavern place. "Hello?" Kiran took a breath, then bravely pushed on the door which lead out into a hallway. It was almost rectangular in the corners, someone had really carved this place out well. And there were also many other beautiful doors lining the hallway, lit by more oil-lantern with flames flickering behind gilded gold, red, or orange glass which gave the place a curious but not horrifying warm glow. The voice must have come from one of the other doors, echoing through the stone walls and bouncing as far as his little chamber. "H-hello?" |
In response to Kiran's echoing questions, Sydney could only groan. He was honestly unsure if he heard a speaker. For all he knew, they were born from his dazed mind. Maybe this was all some bad dream. The last he remembered was that battle...the carriage...the kiss...
"Charles!" he cried out, sitting up quickly as he remembered his siblings. His eyes shot from one corner of the room to the next before turning his attention to himself. He was still dressed in his undershirt, but it was obvious it had been tampered with. He assumed he was tossed about without much thought. But...at the same time...He found it odd he felt somewhat violated. Just where was he? Moving off the bed, he cried out for Kiran and his brother and sister. |
Kiran wasn't hearing any sounds anymore, and he frowned to himself. Maybe he had just been imagining things? He was just about to give up and see where this hallway took him when he heard the cry out for Charles suddenly, and then shortly after his own name and Sophia's. His heart skipped a beat.
"Sydney?!" Kiran called back as he ran across the hall. In the room right across from his, the muffled echo of the voice was coming from this room. Yelling sounded odd in here, probably because it was cavernous like. And yet he just knew somehow that the voice belonged to his prince. He tried the door and found it surprisingly unlocked as well. Whoever had taken them here had either rescued them, or found their place secure enough that the two wouldn't get out easily. Kiran's eyes widened as he truly did not only see Sydney, but Sydney in his human form. They must have been taken and only passed out less than an hour ago! Kiran dropped his things in the doorway and ran to Sydney, kissing him suddenly before even saying another word. |
Sydney wrapped his arms around Kiran and returned the kiss after getting over the shock of the room's sudden intruder. He had propelled himself toward him so quickly, his dazed consciousness had only now realized it was one of the three he was so concerned about.
"Thank goodness," he murmured, fingering through Kiran's golden locks. "Did they hurt you at all? Have you seen Charles and Sophia?" His eyes inspected the new bandages, feeling over the material gently. They had been changed... As he waited for Kiran's response, his lips found their way over his face. He stopped suddenly as a question burned within him, one that he had wondered since he had woken up. "Just...where are we?" |
Kiran only shook his head at Sydney's first question, not quite able to verbalize the idea that he had no idea where the children were either. He hoped they were safe.. but if someone like Sydney had been taken so easily... Kiran had his arms wrapped around Sydney in return, keeping close to him. He only removed one when he noticed the bandages on Sydney's now exposed arm. They were fresh and the same color as his.. had his Sydney been hurt??
"I don't know, but it is a place with many rooms it seems, not just this one or the one I awoke in. But.. I don' think whoever lives here means to kill us. Or why would they waste bandages on us?" "Beautiful and smart.. a deadly combination." The voice purred out from the doorway where a man now stood. He had a bit of a scruffy appearance like the bandits, but he was much cleaner and neater with a freshly shaven face and spectacles on his long nose. This man had appeared alone, but he didn't seem worried about it. Sydney's sword was not in this room, and it's inhabitants were one wounded pretty boy and one still poisoned handsome boy. The poison was wearing off, but for now Sydney would still feel a grogginess from the effect. |
At the sound of the stranger, Sydney moves to pull Kiran behind him, as he usually did. But unlike previous times where he stood confident and tall, ready to defend him, he found himself leaning back. The poison toyed with him, aching his arm and messing with his ability to concentrate.
"Who are you?" he challenged. |
Kiran gasped a little and leaned into Sydney as well, letting out a tiny moan of dismay. He knew Sydney was only protecting him, but he couldn't be pushed around so much right now with his bruised ribs. Still he leaned into his tall prince, holding his back for support for both of them while he peeked around at this strange man.
The man has long flowing lavender-blond hair and half moon spectacles he liked to adjust as he looked at the pathetic pair trying to defend themselves. "Stop being so defensive, I'm only here to assist you. Among my comrades I am more like their doctor. So for now, you may call me Doc. And I would sit down Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, or you might fall over and squash our little one there." "Hey! I'm not little!" Kiran interjected this energetically from behind Sydney, kind of peeved because the man was just as tall as Sydney was, so he felt a little picked on. The man known as 'Doc' chuckled at them and took a few steps into the room. "Well you both seem to have your energy returning at a quick pace, I'll assume that means you're ready for prepping now." "P-prepping???" Kiran's fingers tightened on Sydney's back. That sounded like this doctor wannabe was planning some evil surgery or something. And he certainly was smiling at them a little wickedly. "Prepping your attire. You cannot go see your future master for the first time looking like drab wounded birds." |
"I will serve no master," Sydney snapped. While he did not wish to take any orders from this "Doc" fellow, he knew it would be best to sit rather than risk falling on Kiran or face forward.
But the man didn't seem to pay his words any mind. Responding with just a chuckle, he began to remove some outfits from an ornately decorated wooden chest at the foot of the bed. "For a man who wants slaves, he seems to want to dress us well," Sydney commented, eyeing the quality material pulled from the container. |
"Slaves? Oh no, you do not quite understand the position you are now in.."
Doc smirked as he filtered through the outfits, something was a little off about these clothes. All of them were stolen, some right off the backs of foolish rich men or nobles that had passed through these parts without enough protection. So they were made will, and yet they were altered slightly at the same time, extra fitted or a little shorter here or there.. more revealing. He paused long enough to grin at the two, eyeing them with what looked like immense pleasure that he was the one that got to tell them of their new station in life. "You both have the privilege of catching the eye of the King of Thieves. He has quite the eye for a pretty face or a masculine body.. as of today, you can forget whatever life you came from. You will be joining the ranks of his harem. Now, will you dress yourselves or will you be needing help?" "What?!" Kiran had sat down on the bed beside Sydney on the side opposite this man. He was worried about too many things now, but this really threw his mind for a loop. How could this be happening? Not just to him, but to his Sydney as well? "W-wait! What about the young ones that were with us? They aren't bring inducted like this as well, are they??" The idea of poor little Charles and Sophia in such a place.. Kiran knew finding them was the most important thing first. "The King is a man who enjoys rare flowers, but he is no pedophile." Doc looked at Kiran a little sharply, and got a defiant little glare back from the prince's blue eyes. It put a smirk on the man's face. It would be fun to watch this all play out, as neither of these men were used to bending their will it seemed, they must be very high ranked nobles. "We had no reason to chase them, we let them on their way. Now, no more talking, it's time to be dressed. The King is not that patient a man." |
Sydney held his head.
What a life he has led. Up until the moment the son of the Duke of Castor was enthralled by the crowned prince, he had such a nice, comfortable, and peaceful life. The only noisy part of it all had to be the princesses and ladies of the court who fantasized about becoming the next Queen of Dylan. Then he angered Damien and found him in such a disgusting existance. A frog. He met the sunshine of his life, defending him from the slime that was Prince Charmond. And now...now... "A false king and his harem?" Sydney scoffed, his eyes fiery as they lifted from the cover of his hands. "This idea is so laughable. Truly he has no idea who he is dealing with." Before he could even utter their names and titles, he held his tongue. Perhaps it would be best if they found an exit as two beautiful boys rather than the Prince of Dylan and Thelema. Such worthy treasures would be far more guarded. "Get dressed," he said to Kiran, in a defeated tone. |
The Doc was eyeing Sydney very curiously with a little smirk playing on his lips. He was no fool, this one. And from the moment Sydney had uttered that, he'd put the question in his head, just who were the bandits dealing with now that the King had demanded these two new playmates? But they seemed to be playing along for now, not that they were going to get privacy. He stayed and watched them both as they changed into the two outfits he picked out for them.
"But.. " Kiran looked up to Sydney surprised. But really, he was already half undressed. He supposed it wasn't that harmful to put more clothes on. Kiran didn't know how wrong he was until he received the chosen outfit from the Doc. "You.. you can't seriously mean this..." Kiran didn't want to put it on, but he didn't want strangers hands all over him, forcing him into the clothes. With a fresh rose pink blush across his cheeks, Kiran grudgingly changed into a long pale pink shirt that fit so snug it melted against his skin. It's sleeves were so long they went down past his hands, yet from the shoulders down they were opaque so his slender appendages could be seen. A thing red ribbon was threaded through the ends of the sleeves and tied in a tiny bow on each side. Over it was draped a beautiful white and gold threaded tunic that someone had mangled quite expertly. It only went as far down as covering his upper chest and the same distance in the back, but on the sides the white tunic stretched all the way down to his mid-thighs. Rather than pants, he was made to slip into a pair of pale pink tights and white shorts that came to just above his knees, tying off against the skin on each side with a red ribbon bow. A matching red ribbon was tied around his neck, the bow in the back, his own little collar. The final piece was a pair of soft white shoes he slipped his feet into, and he had to marvel at them a little, they were the only thing he was wearing that he liked. |
Sydney removed his undershirt and gazed at the outfit that was laid out for him. Kiran's brought a blush to his cheeks. He knew if he had to wear anything close to it, he would look like such a fool. But his golden prince was...he was at a loss for words. Knowing very well he did not enjoy being dressed in a manner that he was uncomfortable in, he kept all comments to himself.
His outfit comprised of an open front tunic, layered at the sides and tied at the waist with a wide belt. The sleeves were open from the shoulder to the wrist and held together with separate straps, crossing all the way down. The straps hung low from where they were knotted at the wrist. The sides of the tunic fared the same treatment, not as tightly held together as he would have liked. The pants were far too tight to his taste. He was beyond certain it was no different than the stockings Kiran wore. He slipped on the boots and strapped them on. Once done, he gave Kiran another glance, blushed, and figured now was as good as any time to steal another kiss. Partially for the sake of the time that elapsed and partially to try to better his temperament. |
Kiran made a startled little sound when Sydney came over and kissed him suddenly. One his moved up to touch the princes chest, but not to push him away. His fingers clung slightly to the open fabric and his eyes fluttered a little dazedly closed for just a second before some amused chuckling brought him quickly out of it. He pulled away from Sydney, more red than every now, and gave a little glare in Doc's direction as he clung to Sydney's side.
"You're already in to men, see? This won't be a hard adjustment at all." Doc waved a hand dismissively at the fact it was a huge life change for them to even consider and started towards the door. "This way gentleman, and I wouldn't go running off on your own if I were you. The King's harem is closely guarded, not all our comrades here will be so eager to return 'lost possessions' of his." It was hard to tell if Doc was threatening them or warning them of this, as he led them down the corridors of the cavern kingdom. There were no windows everywhere, only the beautiful lanterns everywhere lit the place up. One might notice if they were very observant that the lanterns didn't all really match, even they were stolen. |
"There is not going to be any 'adjustment,'" Sydney snapped. Only an escape. If anything, he would help Kiran escape these caves. His hour would pass and then he would be able to slip away unnoticed as a simple, lost little frog trying to find his pond.
But he knew Kiran. He wouldn't leave his side alone. No matter what he told him. No, he would need another plan. As Doc led them down the carved hallways, Sydney made note of anything he could. Landmarks. Distinguishing marks. Numbers of doors. He had to learn the way quickly. He had to outsmart these bandits in their own home. A bead of sweat traveled down his brow as he reached to his hip. He still had his circlet. Surprising after all this, all the shoving, falling, and fighting in battles, the item stayed close to him. So strange. He swallowed hard as they approached double doors. Just who was this King of Thieves? |
Doc only smirked to himself at Sydney's feisty attitude, and led them down the corridor maze of this thief kingdom.
Kiran found himself looking around curiously, there were stolen beautiful items all along it, turning what probably would have been a dark and scary place into almost familiar and comfortable. Kiran had been in several noble estates where he found their color palette drab and dark, much like a cave. And the way the corridors were long an intricately woven together, it almost was like an underground castle. The golden blond kept one of his hands gently wrapped around one of Sydney's arms for support, and then he wanted to melt in against him to hide when they came upon a double doorway that was a pair of intricately carved black wood twice their height and curved at the top, guarded by two dark and dirty bandits whose gleaming eyes made Kiran feel a little violated just from a look. They felt like a pair of doors into some grand ballroom of throne room.. and Kiran found himself not far off from the truth when they were pulled open into a huge cavernous room with stolen rugs, tapestries, and furniture to fashion it to look like a throne room. There was a cream, gold, and red carpet that their feet stepped onto, 6 feet wide and long enough that it stretched from the doorway all the way across to a built up throne area with a large man sitting on a rather frightening chair. It must have been a golden throne at one point, but literal bones had been fastened to it, three skulls at the very top that stared down over them as a warning. And sitting atop this throne was a man who even sitting looked tall and foreboding with broad shoulders that stretched nearly all the way across the chairs width. He wore pants of black leather with straps wrapping down across his form from his waist, then a pair of leather straps that criss-crossed once up over his chest. A thick tawny gray-brown fur pelt long vest of a coat with no sleeves adorned his top, with no real shirt beneath, so the white marks of old scars and the pink marks of new ones could be seen riddling his sun-baked skin. This man had been through man battles and had always survived, it was a reason along to respect his warrior capacity. There was long white scar that diagonally crossed his face, starting at his lower cheek, going up over his nose and right between a pair of intense amber-yellow eyes to finish all the way up his forehead into his thick black hairline. He had a long wild mane of pure black hair that was bushy and wild and only added to his foreboding presence as he looked down over them. "Welcome to my Kingdom, my little Princes." Sydney would feel Kiran shiver just a little and press more into him when the King of Thieves spoke, his voice was deep and heavy and carried like a clap of thunder throughout the cavernous room. But the man wasn't looking at them as disgustingly as some of the others in the room, though he was smirking amused. And right off the bat, he was showing off his power by letting them know that he knew who they were. |
The sheer size of the room filled with the various displays of grandeur and wealth did not make the man seated in the throne appear any smaller. Instead, Sydney felt like the ant. He observed the King of Thieves, finding him looking like more beast than man. The stares from the rest present in the room drew his attention. He had hoped to see none of the bandits from either of their two encounters. If he did, he knew in the last attack his guards were unsuccessful. But he came to realize the attire of the individuals were just as...gaudy as their own.
He swallowed hard. The harem was real... Sydney's brow furrowed at him addressing them by their titles. Surely...he jested. There was no way he knew, did he? His mind ventured back to the eerie feeling he had when he had awoken. Had they seen the only item that would have labeled him as such? Or perhaps he amused himself with the idea of prancing about with "princes." "As much as we'd like to accept your welcome and hospitality, we will be departing," Sydney declared, projecting his voice to fill the room. |
Kiran heard some of the people in the room giggle or chuckle and his eyes pulled away from the King of Thieves to look around. There were nearly two dozen other men in here, all men, and all dressed in something that was a little too revealing in one way or another. The only silver lining Kiran saw in this was that a few of the boys here were wearing even less than him, and he was glad he had at least gotten a full outfit.
The King's lips spread in an amused grin that let the tips of his longer than normal canine teeth glint. He stood up and walked down the few steps to the same floor as them, and moved towards the two in a slow strut. It wasn't just an illusion, up close the King was even taller and huger than he had been in the chair, and his body looked like it was a rippling wall of muscle. "Bold. I like that. You aren't a guest in my kingdom, if you've fallen under that impression. You don't have that option." His grin only widened as his eyes slid sideways from Sydney to the little blond beauty who was trying to hide behind him. "You are the one who fell from the window on my man." Kiran flinched a little afraid, then caught himself and lifted his chin defiantly to it's proper status's height. "He pulled me out, or I wouldn't have!" The King tilted his head back and let out a bellow of laughter. Some of the harem boys joined in with little giggles, but when the King abruptly stopped they fizzled out really fast. They seemed to be standing in little cliques together. "I am impressed you are even able to walk. So, if your friend here is so determined to leave us, I assume you will only slow his escape down. He must be planning on leaving you behind." |
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