The fresh air of the night wisped about Nayun as she stepped out onto the terrace. The castle was only one of the short list of areas were the rock and earth of the isles above were dug into to allow light; as well as the elements and seasons the guardians desired. It was why there was a soft blanket of snow all about the castle grounds. Even upon the very terrace she stood on, Nayun could see small patches of snow gathering about. They will need to be done away with once morning comes. Her sister with no doubt see to ordering that when the time came.

"Nayun." Nayon said. Nayun was close enough to see that soft smoke of chilled air leave past the warmth of her sisters lips.

"Yes, sister." she responded. Her steps leading to the table of many chairs, one that held her very sister, made a trail of her footprints. Prints that came to a stop when she stood beside her elder. Her queen.

"You are to be wed." Nayon said. Nayun was left to ponder her sisters words in silence. The creaking of the chair that Nayon sat upon sounding out as she rose.

"To be wed?" Nayun's confusion held within her very words.

Nayun could not understand this announcement. No, that was not true. She understood - but at the same time she could not grasp the concept. She would watch in silence after stating her question. Watching her sister, her queen, step closer to the slit stone railing at the end of the terrace. If this were the season of the sun, there would be vine wrapped roses there. But in Shiji Kumos winter -- it was left bare, to match well with the death that signified the coming winter.

Nayun watched Nayon linger. The older woman pressing bare hands against the winter-chilled stone.

"You are to be wed to the son of the Desert King. Alliances must be mended and kept." Nayon said.

"You are to become Lily of the Valley. Nayun.. I have allowed this farce to continue long enough." Nayun was taken aback by her sisters words. Never had she heard her speak so much, not without even the slightest bit of pause.

"Lily of the Valley. Havelast thought it a position more deserving of your talents, but we cannot shun away the request of the Desert King. Siovanui is beyond you, sister.. Your mind, you are a risk to Adenna if you ascended." Nayon was never one for kind or soothing words. She was like Felipe, their mother, in that way.

"You are to become the wife of Prince Ren.. and once he takes the sun-gold seat of Settesh, you will be his queen." Nayon stilled her words only then. The Queens eyes focused intently on the scene of falling snow in front of her. But even that was only a pause.

"You are sixteen now.. You completed your ritual into womanhood in the past year, the time of childish dreams are over. Siovanui is beyond you.. You hold no Ichi blood. Look at the histories, Nayun. Look at all the woman who have tried - only to have failed and come back useless. Strong women. Strong women who were crippled by their own desire. The Ichis have something.."

"Freia." Nayun was quick with her example. Cutting off her sisters words, her own Queens words. She stepped forward with that show of defiance.

Yet all her sister did in response was shake her head before speaking. "She can no longer bare children.. Useless as a woman.. and to become Siovanui is beyond her as well. The Blade Witch is someone you should not hold high in regard.. Strong, yes. But she was foolish in her own wants to become Siovanui after being tainted. She is crippled. Like the rest of them."

"Nima made her strong. Liltu gave her knowledge. I will use this same example for you. Ren will make you strong. Having him means having his fathers men. Having his fathers men means Adenna is protected. What is the motto of Siovanui?" Nayon said with a pause after her question.

"To be Siovanui is to protect Adenna.. To protect Adenna is to be Siovanui." Nayun spoke in a low voice. As if the words she spoke were a prayer to the fallen warriors that danced as the constellations of stars above.

Nayon's words broke the pause of silence between them.

"Protect Adenna. You will be doing just that when you take the Prince as your husband."

"My daughter would have added a little more flair with her protests." Lilith said. Nayun watched as the witches ample bosom rise and fall as she sucked in cold air and let it loose only seconds later in the form of a sigh.

"I see war in the future, child of Adenna. Both Havelast and your sister have been told of this. Sad that I must say.. Havelast wasn't swayed much by my words. I believe he has had his fill of oracles speaking of the future.. But, your sister knows when to heed a warning from even the White Witch." Lilith smiled when she spoke those words.

".. You should not call yourself such, my Lilith." Nayon said. Words that Nayun could not understand. Why her sister still spoke to the past Lilith of Liltu as if she were above her status as Queen of Adenna.

"The term-" Nayon's words halted by Liliths own

"A term I find endearing. Your Adennian titles have grown on me over the past twenty five years. I wear it like a badge of honor. I do look good in white, do I not? You can agree with this, young Nayun." Lilith said.

Nayun's face held a painfully blank expression. Everything that she had strived for was shattered and laying about her in the small blanket of snow. Snow that slowly grew, stretching across the terrace they stood upon.

"Seirichi.. she said." Nayun tried. Seirichi's own words were her last defense. Seirichi said she could become Siovanui. A living, breathing Siovanui told her she could become a legendary protector of Adenna.

"My daughter.. is far too kind. A trait from me. If she were more like her mother, she would have given you the hard - yet real truth from the beginning. Your sister spoke of it already.. Your mind is something that cannot grasp the power of Siovanui. If by some chance you are triggered into a rage, what would happen to the city you swore to protect?" Lilith was not smiling when she said this. Her plush lips had formed into the smallest of frowns. Nayun read it as that.

A frown meant sadness. Was that what she felt deep within her chest?

"You're awake.. Good. I was beginning to fear that you'd sleep away another day." The amused voice of Lilith met her ears. Nayuns eyes squeezed tight, then began to slowly open. Her body ached from oversleeping and she felt the need to stretch, but she dare not move. When vision became less blurry she was finally able to take in the sights of the room. They must still be in the castle, the walls held the same stones that made up the rest of the grand building. The room was small, and it lacked a window, but she could feel and taste the arcane in the air. She was in the White Witches personal chamber.

"Now.. do not give me the silent treatment. I know you will have questions soon enough. Feel free to ask me anything." Lilith said. Nayun looked to the woman that sat beside her. No longe was she in the white gown Nayun had seen on the terrace. For now, she looked to be within a silk robe of crimson.

Nayun sucked in a breath. As she became more awake, she began remembering what had transpired only in, what she felt, moments ago. In reality it had been days -- but day's meant little to her right now.

".. You spoke of war.. but why me? Why must I marry?" Nayun worked her jaw after she spoke. It ached along with the rest of her body.

"I foretold war.. and yes, you are correct. Nayun.. It is not a new concept. Who did you expect to marry?"

Nayon. Her sister. She married for love. She killed Havelast's past wife for honor, and for love. Nayun could not grasp the concept. She did not love as others did. Nayun enjoyed spending time with a chosen few, but she could never see herself opening up in such a way. It could hurt her becoming Siovanui..

Becoming Siovanui..

Nayun grit her teeth when the thought came to mind. Though it lessened when Lilith spoke. ".. Nayun, we do not do this without reason. If you will allow me, I will show you exactly why things must be this way."

"Yes.. Kamonbak." Lilith's voice echo'd within her thoughts. "Aro as well.. along with the others, do you see them? All nine blades."

The image became more and more clear with the help of Lilith's words. All nine blades surrounded the throne, no - they surrounded the one who sat within it. But he was no longer along. Two other seats appeared at either side. Nayun focused on the righter most, and the one who sat upon it. The image came quicker this time -- and she could make out the figure of a woman. Long black hair kept braided and held over her right shoulder. Petite, she held much of the same features as Nayun and her sister. Nayun's confusion might have been felt by Lilith, as she spoke soon enough.

"Look to the one at his left.. They look the same, do they not?"

They did. She wore her braided hair slung over left shoulder. Nayun looked between the two -- they could be mirrored copies of one another if it wasn't for the subtle expressions that their faces held. The left woman seemed more gentle in the eyes, but the right held a feirce look that could be akin to Nayon's own at times.

Who..?

"Have you not realized? They are the twins.. your nieces.. and the one in the middle."

Nayun had thought it to be Havelast. Who else would sit upon the throne. Yet when she focused, she did not see the gentle looking elder gentleman she knew as Havelast Dagger Sasc. Instead - she saw a man in his late twenties. Beardless, with dark hair and brown eyes. Nayun tried to focus more - but she just couldn't understand. It was only until she focused on his eyes did she realize something.

Karaichi..

"Do you see it now? This is the vision of Adennas future. This is what comes with you taking the prince as your husband.. War is coming - I have no reason to speak false truths to you.. and what comes of this war if you do not play your role?"

The image changed drasticly. No longer did the throne hold its King. What appeared instead was only charred wreckage. A single blade stuck within the middle of the throne -- a blade that held no meaning and no connection to the nine sacred swords. Nayun could even feel the surrounding flames lick against her body. It caused her to panic -- and then there was darkness. Her eyes fluttered open. The feeling of her body returning to her. Nayun looked to the side to find Lilith, and stared.

"To be Siovanui is to protect Adenna.. To protect Adenna is to be Siovanui. The motto holds more meaning. It is not only meant for those who wish to become Siovanui. To be you is to protect Adenna.. To protect Adenna is to be you." Lilith said. The hand that graced Nayun's forehead pressed against the witches own. She looked troubled. It was a rare sight to see such a thing, and Nayun knew that for a fact.

"To be you is to protect Adenna.. To protect Adenna is to be you." Nayun repeated those words in the form of a soft whisper.

"Do you understand, Nayun? There is a reason for everything." Lilith looked to her. The troubled expression had not left her face. Though she might have tried to mask it with a gentle smile, Nayun could still make it out.

"Will you do this for the city you care so much for? That you would be willing to risk your life to protect?"

"Leave me..." Nayun said between shaken breaths. She felt her eyes begin to water. This was not what she thought would become of her. Her eyes closed tight. She felt those tears squeeze past them and begin to line the sides of her cheeks. "Leave me.." Nayun repeated. Her aching body twisting about to press face againt pillow, and she'd scream into it.

To be Siovanui is to protect Adenna. To protect Adenna is to be Siovanui.

To be you is to protect Adenna. To protect Adenna is to be you.

The days grew shorter, the nights longer. Nayun could no longer sleep with empty thoughts. Her mind too troubles and it was detailed on her face. Dark bags having grown under her eyes being these signs.

Her days filled with dress fittings. Silk and other fabrics from the southern lands. So that she would have proper wardrobe for her stay. Her body tensed and jerked at pinpricks, and she could no longer keep count of how long she had stood there while men and women measured and set pieces in place. This was not meant for a warrior woman of Adenna. She was to be outside, training, swinging her sword till her hands blistered and her shoulders and back ached. Yet here she stood, acting far too noble and womanly for her liking.

"Would you like yellow? Perhaps pink?" One of the women asked her. Out of the many questions, Nayun could not understand why that was the one she snapped out of her thoughts for.

"It does not matter. Whatever is pleasing for the King of the Desert." Nayun's monotone masked the frustration she felt.

"And what should we do with this?" Janis said. Holding and dangling the Keeper of Air's key before her face. Nayun watched as she gave it a twist and a turn. A shimmer of light danced across Janis' face when light reflected from the key just right.

"Return it to RhyDin." Nayun said. Sucking in a breath and closing her eyes when she felt the fabric about her waist tighten. She knew that she could no longer hold the title if she was to be sent down south. There would be no way she could possibly defend such a thing. The duels - titles - RhyDin, right now they meant little -- though Nayun did wish it was the opposite.

"Understood, Future Princess." Nayun shot a look to the speaking - and now smiling - Janis. "It's true." Who then winked at her and walked away. Twirling the chain that held the Keepers Key about her right index finger.

"I am not a princess.." Nayun muttered low.

"Not yet, but one day." One of the many tailors said from behind her.

A reminder Nayun wished she hadn't heard.

"If only she hadn't butchered her hair.. the girl had such lovely hair." An older woman spoke. Shaking her head. Another spoke after, at Nayun's right "and that tattoo.. Should it be removed?"

"No." Nayun said quickly. That tattoo, she felt, was the last reminder of what she dreamed of becoming Siovanui. And she would not part with it. If the Desert King disliked it. The thought alone caused Nayun's body to tense once again. ".. Adennian warriors pride themselves in their scars and markings.. He wanted a warrior, he will have one." Nayun said through clenched teeth.

Soft claps sounded out from each direction. Nayun looked about in confusion, yet the women - and men - were smiling up at her. Why were they? Was it pandering to her new position? Or something more? Nayun had no clue as to what she should say, so she did what she usually did. She kept quiet. She closed her eyes, straightened her back, and set her shoulders. Preparing for the fitting to continue.

They could dress a woman of Adenna in silks and cloth, but all they were doing was concealing the warrior within. Well hidden, and well prepared to strike on a moments notice. I am a warrior.. Nayun's own thoughts echoed in her mind. My battle ground is only changing from snow to sand.. but I am a warrior.

Nayun turned and settled herself back down against the bench. Something she wished Dawn would do, but the younger girl was far too busy taking peeks at the woman who guarded their rear.

".. They say she can't have children." Dawn commented while ducking down a little. Nayun suspected that Freia might have looked her way.

"That is what they say." Nayun agreed. Silently hoping that would be the end of that conversation. She wasn't upset by Dawn's choice of words, but she would rather not talk about the woman with her so close by.

"You don't think she'll curse us, right..? That's what she does.." There was a small hint of fear in Dawn's voice.

Nayun knew better than to follow the rambling of those who thought the woman was cursed. Freia had been one of the few who survived attempting to become Siovanui. A failure who allowed herself to be used by Liltu to create one of the second generation Mage-Killers. Nayun herself held the mark of the second generation as well, yet no one spoke of her slinging curses on bad little girls who don't come home in time for dinner.

"She will not. You should worry more about the cold and less about those who travels with us." Nayun began. A pause between her first set of words and those that followed. "Sit." It came as an order. Something Nayun rarely did when speaking with Dawn.

Nayun was not watching the blonde, but she did hear her began to shift and move. Soon enough the two of them would be sitting side by side to one another.

"I wonder how much longer.." Dawn said with an antsy voice. Being confined to this carriage for the last nine hours seemed to be getting to her. The first three hours seemed fine, and she slept the next five, but now Dawn had begun acting strange. Nayun believed she needed to simply get out and stretch her legs, but they couldn't stop yet. Not until Winter Hill.

"It will come when it comes. Wait and relax." Nayun hoped it came later than sooner. Every hour that passed was an hour away from Adenna -- the city she called her home. And every hour that past meant she'd be closer to Settesh - the city in the desert that was to become her future. She knew of what she must do, but the feeling of longing for the city that adopted her was still felt within her heart.

Winter Hill

"The darkness that sleeps is true I'm told
Children of Liltu young and old
It wakes in the night to bring us a fright
When fire-light dies cold.

The beasts that seek are true I'm told
Children of Liltu young and old
They'll steal you away, you've become their prey
As night grows long and cold."

The song that Freia sang echoed within the cold wind of Winter Hill. A song Nayun knew well during her time within the Tower of Liltu. It was a warning from mothers to their children. When the beast of winter came -- it came for them. So keep your fires lit and family close. Though it no longer held meaning during the modern times of Liltu. No longer did the people live above ground, so the song was simply just a song. A glimpse into the past of what the people of Liltu had once done. History should never be forgotten. That was what the Eighth Lilith had told her.

They had made camp within the walls of the temple, but the one known as the Witch of Blades was not permitted to enter. Those who were tainted, as Nayun had been told, walked the path the monks could not tread. It was better to keep the undesired away - or else they too may fall victim to their curse. If only they knew that hidden away, under many pieces of cloth, Nayun bared the same mark as the woman. But what they did not know would not hurt them - or at least that was what Freia had told her. Her warmth and proper sleep was more important then their superstitions.

Yet sleep would not come to Nayun. She tossed, she turned, and soon enough found herself flat on her back against the thin stack of blankets that had been called her bed. Dawn slept soundly beside her, that girl was never the type to have trouble with sleep it seemed. Nayun silently wished she could close her eyes and be taken by sleep like her friend had been; but sleep just would not come.

Nayun left the safety and warmth of her makeshift bed. Grasping hold of leather black boots and shoving her feeth within. Rising after and grabbing hold of her wolf-pelt cloak and bringing it about her figure. Her sheathed blade was taken last. Warmth came slowly, but warmth was warmth -- she could not curse it for not coming faster. Nayun slowly left her sleeping companions and made her way across the grand room they had been allowed to stay within. One would except more luxury, but these monks lived simple lives. You shouldn't expect much from those who do not do much for themselves other than sleep, eat, and train.

Gong... Gong..

The bells of Winter Hill sang with their departure. Nayun looked out from the carriage. Seeing the few monks that had decided to watch them leave offer prayers for their safe journey. Nayun offered them a raise of her hand before returning inside her snow-ox pulled transportation. Once the door was closed, she allowed herself to relax back against the softness of that bench seat. Nayun peered to her left and looked upon a rather drowsy looking Dawn.

"I'm still tired.." Dawn said with a long yawn.

"You may sleep.. it is not like you are being forced to stay awake." Nayun countered. Dawn gave her a stare, something Nayun returned without missing a beat. It only lasted for twenty three seconds, and then the blonde huddled within the warmth of her own wolf pelt cloak and closed her eyes.

"Do you think I can sleep for two days..?" She said. Nayun reflected on what Freia had told them. It would be two days before they would even see the city in the desert, and even then it would take them hours to arrive. One day to make their descent down Winter Hill -- and another to cross the sea of sand. It will be warm.. that is some good news. Nayun thought to herself.

"Impossible.. You do need to stretch." Nayun finally answered the sleepy Dawn; who then gave her a sort of pout before curling into a little lump beside her so that she could warm herself more. "and eat." Nayun added.

While Dawn wanted to sleep, Nayun wished to do the opposite. Her body screamed for freedom. She wished to run, climb, work her body. Do something to feel more alive. Yet all she could do was sit here and go along for the ride. Perhaps she could walk some in the desert, but for now -- with the cold of Winter Hill at their backs, it was best if she kept inside.

"A long trip.." Nayun muttered.

"A real long trip.. but I'm glad I came." Dawn said.

Nayun hadn't expected her words. Blinking, she looked to the blonde for a few moments. Then she would answer.

".. I'm glad you came as well."

Nayun kept silent in her eavesdropping. Keeping low and quiet behind the two. But she was found soon enough when a shift of wind beat against them from the right. Freia's head rose, and a long wiff of air was taken within her nostrils. "Nayun. It isn't nice to listen on others conversations."

"I apologize.." Nayun said quick. But Dawn shifted upon her camel to look her way and offered a bright smile. "She's playing. You're playing. Yes - Miss Freia?"

"I might just be." There came a low chuckle from the Blade Witch while she turned to face the south once more. "You heard what I said? A sand storm will be here soon. You better prepare yourself. Though there's no need to worry. I am here, after all."

Dawn clapped her hands. Possibly boosting Freia's own ego -- or that was what Nayun suspected would come. The sand-walking girl simply thinned her lips and peered out in front of herself. Focusing on the distance instead of what was in front of her own feet. "I see.. Will we be making camp soon?"

Freia gave a tilt of her head. Her body wobbled about left to right from her place on top of her own camel. "Another thirty minutes.. then we'll stop. Enough time for to set up a barrier." Nayun parted her lips to comment, but something was thrown her way. Hands rose up instantly to catch the water-skin. Nayun looked to it, and the riding Freia.

"Drink." Freia said. Then whipped her reins and readied herself for the camels quick burst of speed. She road ahead, no doubt wanting to speak her plan of stopping with those who made the head of their caravan.

She needs more water than I.. Sister has instructed me to lay low if combat should arise. She needs her strength. Nayun thought to herself. Yet the feeling of thirst that was held within her throat prompted her to drink soon enough. She took a heavy gulp, and then pulled the skin away and corked it right after.

The sandstorm raged around them. Yet they felt none of it as they kept place within the barrier created by Freia. That light purple hue of color rippled with every beat of sand against it, but it would not break. While on the outside the wind howled, the inside of the barrier was filled with sounds of music. One woman who had introduced herself to Nayun as Beatrice played the guitar, and a silent man who never spoke his name beat simple rhythm on his drum.

Dawn had made a new friend out of the boy Matthew it seemed. They danced with one another beside the roaring fire. Bumping hips and grasping each others hands to twirl about it. Nayun watched beside some pieces of luggage. Her head cant to the side and eyes full of wonder as she watched both boy and girl dance. Dawn had borrowed Nayuns newly made skirt of chiming bells -- it was something the women of Settesh danced in, and it seemed Dawn was giving Nayun a good example of what might be expected of her.

The bells chimed when Dawn and Matthew struck hips to one another once again, and they followed it with Dawn taking the lead and twirling the young man about. Nayun perked a brow. Dawn looked to be enjoying herself.. far too much - and the look she had been giving this man, it caused Nayun to purse her lips in small worry. ".. I should step in.." She muttered.

"You shouldn't. Let them have their fun." Freia said. The Mage-Killer stepped from around the luggage. It had been her turn to patrol, and her return meant nothing of threat had come to them. "When the boy ventures into her tent while the rest of us sleep? That is when you step in." She continued. Offering a pointed finger in the direction of Nayun.

"The barrier.. do you require help? I have not activated my seal since last leaving Liltu." Nayun's words looked to cause a look of thought to appear on Freia's face. But the older woman only shook her head.

"We should be fine. You need to relax.. Don't think I haven't been watching, girl. You've walked more than you've ridden."

"Your legs." Freia pointed out.

She reached with her right leg to give both of Nayun's legs to quick tap with her foot.

"Rest them. I want to see you riding tomorrow. There's sand snakes and scorpians about. Delivering a dead future princess wouldn't look good for me." She then turned about and offered Nayun a wave before venturing closer to the fire to eat her dinner. "Rest, Nayun."

Nayun looked to her aching legs, then to the dancing two at the fire. The chimes of the bells filling her ears.. and she focused on that sound. The sound, and the dancing girl who made them.

Nayun was only four minutes behind, yet she could not see Freia in the distance. She saw her trail and followed it easy enough. She grit her teeth in confusion as she rode on. How did she travel so fast? Nayun questioned in her thoughts. Only when the trail curled around a dune of sand did she finally see where Freia had gone off too.

Blood had littered the sand. And with every brush of wind did it slowly disappear little by little beneath it. She had expected to see an injured Freia, but the only bloodshed she could see was all about the blade wielding woman. Men, a few women, scattered about. Their mounts, except for two horses, seemed to have been struck down as well.

When her camel groaned, the Adennian turned about and faced Nayun with unamused eyes. "What - are - you - doing - here?" She said with almost a snarl in her voice.

Nayun dismounted and pressed feet to sand. ".. Who were they?" She questioned instead of answering Freia's own.

Freia did not answer at first. But after some seconds of pause, she finally parted her lips to speak while flicking her bloodied blade to the side; scattering more blood upon the sand. She then moved to return it to its sheath. "Bandits. What you saw was the reflection of their spy glass. I thought this journey was kept secret, but it seems someone has a loose tongue."

The woman named Freia looked about. She seemed on edge, perhaps thinking that there could be more looming within the very sand. She then began to look through the personal belongings of the fallen. A few pieces of paper discovered and brought to the woman's eyes, but they were soon discarded off to the side.

"Nothing.." Freia sighed and shook her head. The Adennian moved for one of the two horses and grasped hold of its reins. "It looks like we've gained two new travel companions." She mounted the horse after tying the camel too it. "Take yours." Nodding over to the second. The one Freia rode upon was chestnut brown, while the second held a more spotted white to it.

Nayun did as Freia had before mounting her horse. Then gently kicked heels to its sides to instruct it to move.

"The caravan would have stopped.. We'll catch up to them easy enough." Freia's hand rose up and gestured Nayun to follow.

Nayun turned her horse around and followed behind the older woman.

"The reflection. Good eye, sister." Freia said. Offering the girl a nod.

Nayun returned it, but would speak none. Their trip back to the caravan was a quiet one.

The Desert City of Settesh

The desert sands turned to large square-stone road. They were no longer out in the wastes. No - they were under the protections of the past Kings, or that was what the man she rode beside said. Beyond the obelisks were mighty statues of King's past. Many holding the weapon they were remembered wielding. A spear in many, a sword in some. Only one held a lone bow, and it was not a King -- but a Queen who reigned for a short period of time when her father could not sire a proper male heir. Nayun liked her. She looked strong.

"A bow kills faster than a spear." The man, who Nayun now knew as Clide, said. He pointed up to the statue of the Queen when Nayun looked to him with confusion.

"You like her? She reminds me of you Adenna women. Always with your chests out and chins up. It's really something to admire."

He wasn't Adenna born. A knight from another part of the realm -- but a trustworthy friend of the crown. He had been under their care for the last twenty years of his life. He was strongly built, though chubby around some edges. He liked to smile - that was one thing Nayun could tell. He always looked to her with a kind gaze and a bright smile on his lips. He had called her child once, but Nayun was quick remind him that she was a woman grown.

"Adenna women are strong." Nayun nodded in agreement.

"The strongest! You'll make a fine warrior. I can see it already. The way you trained with your blade at camp was inspiring, M'Lady." He nodded and smiled. Always smiling. Nayun did not understand the king words of a knight, so she took them as fact.

"I thank you. I try my best to practice with my sword as much as possible. With every swing, I become stronger." Nayun then blinked and peered down at her horse.

I am the wolf.

She stood before the King of Settesh dressed in the clothing of their women. A long silk gown that wrapped about her form and was tied tightly together by a large band of cloth. It squeezed tightly enough to make her breathing slightly strained, but she had dealt with it the best she could. The only thing that may be seen as strange upon the girls form was the fact that she wore her wolf pelt cloak. The head of the skinned wolf hanging over her own; casting a shadow over the upper half of her features and only allowing her mouth to be viewed. Her lips were held tight as few around her spoke.

"Nayun.. it has been some time. May I see your face?" The King said from his seat upon the sun-gold throne of Settesh.

Nayun would not move for many seconds. Her arms finally gave way when a soft cough left a leather-armored warrior at the right of the giant hall. It was a sphere in shape, with the King stationed in the far back. A warrior was stationed at every curve of the wall, and they surrounded the small party of travelers who stood in the middle -- upon stone-tiled portrait of crescent moon with two crossed blades.

Those slowly moving arms reached to grasp hold of the wolf-head hood and pulled it back so she could allow the King to see her face. Makeup adorn her features. Her nose looked somewhat smaller because of it -- as well as her slanted eyes appearing wider. Her gold painted lips pursed tightly against one another, but she remembered that she was told to smile. So smile she soon did.

"Yes.. that is the girl I remember. Your red eyes, your black hair.. Yes -- this is the Nayun. Sister of Queen Nayon, and family to King Havelast Dagger Sasc.." The King said. Her raised his hand and gestured.

"Take the girl. Kill the rest."

There was a clatter of weapons as each guard of Settesh moved. Poised, ready for action. Some pulled blades -- others spears. The tips of those piercing weapons aiming straight for the small band of travelers as they began their slow creep toward them.

All out panic had taken the throne room. Spears reached for bodies to pierce, blades crossed from all about, and the cries of the dying filled the air. Nayun could only watch in silence as Freia danced her dance of death. Blades held within gripped hands to carve through one, only then to meld together and create a spear to catch the chest of another.

Freia had not been the only one fighting. The discarded weapons of the dead were gathered by the others of the condemned party and they quickly set into motion their assault alongside the Blade Witch.

Nayun struggled once more. She was being dragged away while the sounds of the fleeing King filled the room.

"KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL!" He bellowed out in anger.

Nayun grit her teeth and gripped her left hand. Those metal fingers shaking from the pressure brought to them, but that was for good reason. Her wrist twisted and a soft click was felt throughout her arm. That swing-blade flew free from its hiding place along the side of her arm, and in doing so ripped into the guard who seeked to make her his captive. He howled in pain and let go of her instantly, but returned to try and subdue her once more. Nayun twisted about -- it was no longer tactics but survival that fueled her swing. The bladed weapon etched across the air and ripped up along the mans neck, and cleaved straight into his jaw to part it in half.

Blood oozed and his breath gurgled along with it. Nayun screamed in annoyance.. her blade was lodged into his upper mouth and well into his skull. The girl was forced to press a slipper covered foot to his chest to sloppily pull free her weapon. It must of caused enough strain in her arm to make moving her fingers impossible, but she could still move the limb. She tested this theory by slaying the next man who came for her from the left. Less sloppy, but a cut across the belly would do that.

It was a blur. As if time really did stand still. Her heart was racing, but she felt none of it as she turned about and looked to the fight all around her. Matthew laid dead on the floor.. and it was then that Nayun realized -- Dawn.. where is Dawn..?! The thought alone had her screaming out in heated anger.

Nayun was hurried along through the lit halls of the castle. Dawn still clung tightly to her, sobbing and making their efforts of a speedy escape somewhat difficult. The sounds of battle echoed behind them, and Nayun could only wonder what Freia would do. How can she fight a whole city..? This is madness.. we are all going to die. Filled her throats. Dying in battle was a great thing, but the uneasy feeling that she felt throughout her stomach was not for her own life -- but the girl who clung desperately to her.

"Here, in here!" One of the men in their small party returned from scouting ahead. The four of them quickly followed after. They hurried into a room and the door was sealed up behind them. Items were placed in its path. A dresser, a bed, many other items to hinder those who were following after them.

It was in here that Nayun heard the sounds from outside.

The Adennian turned her head toward the source -- a balcony at the other side of the room. While one of the men stationed himself by the barricaded door, the other two had already made their way onto the balcony and were laughing at what they saw.

".. Why did this happen..?" Dawns shaken voice met Nayun's ears. The dark haired girl looked to her friend, yet she could not find the words to answer her question.

"Come.." Was all Nayun could say. Leading the girl along to the balcony and the laughing man who stood at it.

The Eye of Lilith continued to shine even in the sunny hours of morning. Nayun and her company had kept to their room the whole night. Watching the battle from their high perch and staying relatively safe; though her companions disliked that and made many comments about how they wished they could join the fight.

Dawn had finally fallen asleep, it was only then that Nayun calmly pulled the girls arms away and left her in the corner to rest. Nayun did not find sleep easily, not when there was so much on her mind. She spent most of her time pacing back and forth about the room.

"You're going to wear out the floor if you keep that up." The man who kept guard beside the barricaded door said.

Nayun looked to him with narrowed eyes then stopped her pacing. Her slipper covered feet led her over to the balcony, where she had to wave her hand about to fan away the wispy smoke of the cigar the two watchers shared.

"Has there been any change?" Nayun's small voice rang.

"Nope.. Looks like everything is over. It wasn't much of a battle." The bald man said, passing the cigar to the other.

"Not a battle at all. I saw a whole line drop to their knees and throw their weapons.. I wouldn't of showed mercy." He exhaled smoke as he spoke and handed the cigar back.

"That's why you suck at politics.. Think of it as cleaning house. Anyone who's a fool enough to raise a blade to Adenna falls, anyone smart enough to kneel can live to see another day. It's smart." The cigar was passed yet again.

The other took it and held it between clenched teeth. "Smart, but where's the honor in smart. I wanted more blood." He puffed smoke and moved to pass it back.

It was Nayun who ended their little game of pass the cigar by taking it between her own fingers and pressing it to her lips.

".. I see." would be all she said after a long exhale of smoke. Nayun still could not grasp the thought of what happened. It was too fast, too odd. How did it come to this? She tried her best to think on the information that was given to her. The King spoke of an assassination, the Blade Witch spoke of ley lines; but all of this paled to the images Lilith had shown her.. and the words she spoke.

War will come, and his men - your men, will paint the desert red and give time for Adenna to be warned. The horns of battle will echo across the dry air, overpowering the sounds of clashing steel and the wails of dying men.

"Basically.. we knew this from the start. The Eighth caught wind from sources within Settesh that the King was planning on holding you hostage, disguising it as a wedding proposal between his son and you. Instead of meeting them head on into battle, she decided it would be best to keep things.. Simple and clean." That caused Freia to snort out a laugh.

"Clean enough. White fur can't hide blood, but I bet you know that now more than anyone." She smiled and offered Nayun a wink. Something that reminded the girl of Clide.. No, she had masked as Clide; so she should say it reminded her of Freia?

"Winter Hill wouldn't of let us pass if our war banners were raised. The trip around would of cost too much time and supplies. It was easier to send us in and make the connection between cities."

"I do not understand.. if I were held hostage, my sister would not care." Nayun couldn't understand. There were too many holes in this story. She shook her head and looked back to Freia. "Why?"

".. Family is family, Nayun. Your sister might not act like it, but she does feel for you." Freia took a sip of her tea, then continued. "But I won't lie.. The farm lands of Settesh is, how can I put this.. Winter isn't exactly our greatest friend. The King was not only going to take you as a hostage, but there were talks of cutting off trade with Adenna. We just couldn't let that happen. We have many mouths to feed and this winter will be a long one if Shiji Kumo has his way."

"An insult.. on top of another." Nayun said softly.

"Precisely. Stopping trade, holding you as his hostage and marrying you off to his son? He overstepped. Just because Adenna has been in a time of peace does not mean we are weak. Many were itching for a fight, and our recently deceased royalty gave us a nice scratch."

"And Dawn..?" Nayun still could not sway the thoughts of the poor girl from her mind.

".. Incentive. To keep you from straying. That I'll apologize for." Freia had look to be about ready to sip from her tea. But she set it down instead.

Nayun kept silent. ".. She will heal. She became a woman that night." Then nodded her head.

"Spoken like a true Sister of Adenna." Freia gave her a bright smile. "Or should I say.. Lily of the Valley. The Queen would of liked to say that personally, but I'll have to do for now. I'm no member -- but welcome."

"But.. she said in name only." Nayun questioned. She would hold the title, but not the rights.

Freia raised her chin and looked down upon Nayun. "You completed your trial the night the Desert King fell. But if my word isn't enough.." The woman pulled free a letter from the pouch that hung from her right hip. She held it toward Nayun, who then took it without delay.

She looked it over. From it's blood-soak stained back - most likely from the battle within the throne room - to the clovered cross ink seal that kept it pressed closed. This was a letter from her sister.

"We're still not done here. It'll take some time to win the people to our side. We slaughtered a good number of their forces, many others yielded.. but some continue to fight. They will be flushed out of the city in no time. We'll be keeping half of our men here, and you'll stay with them." It was then that Freia took another sip of tea.

"But, why..? My part is done. I should return to Adenna." Nayun furrowed her brows.

"I told you in the throne room.. You've become a Queen overnight. We can't win the people just like" Freia snapped her fingers. "that."

"The Prince is their only connection to their beloved King. A King that almost led them to all out war, might I add.. We'll be sure to keep telling them that as time goes on." The Blade Witch shook her head. Pausing to take another sip from her tea. "You'll be his Queen, but your real mission is to simply play the part.. We have to stabilize the region. The calmer things become, the better.. Or worse -- some around here didn't even get a chance to unsheathe their swords." There was perhaps a small sound of disappointment in Freias voice.

She then chuckled. "I'm not expecting you to become with child overnight, neither is the Queen."

"Then.." Nayun paused. The words caught up in her throat.

".. Become Siovanui, Nayun. Don't give up your dream." Freia said softly. A longing look took over her eyes while she peered within her tea.

"My sister.." Nayun stood. Her palms pressing to the table.

"Will be in Adenna.. and you in Settesh.. and this conversation of Siovanui never happened between us." Freia rose as well after setting her teacup and plate onto the table. "I have a wedding to plan and a priestess to threaten. I'll be taking my leave now."

"Quick. Which of their Gods did you like?" Freia stopped and look back.

"N'elu.. the Dancing Goddess of Fire." Nayun said after some time of pondering. Pondering, and waiting to see if Freia would simply walk away. When she had not, there was no more reason to delay her. She knew why the woman had asked. There were eight Gods and Goddesses of the Settesh faith -- and each one had a set time where a couple were to be married under their watch.

"I'll be sure to tell the priestess that.. A sunset wedding, how nice."

"You're coming in too strong. Speed is a good thing, don't misunderstand.. but it can also be your biggest weakness." the man from Ryuani said.

Nayun had met him the day before when the closed door meeting between the Three Greats happened. She was left wondering just what the talks were about, but she knew her place was not to ask questions. Even if she were to become the Queen of Settesh -- there was things best left away from her ears. Place a blade in her hand and she would be content enough -- which was why she enjoyed the feeling of clashing weapons with the man before her.

He was stronger. Faster. Better. And it made Nayun feel wonderful. Every thrust of her blade, he parried. Every cut, he would move out of its path like a ghost and strike her in return. He made her own swordplay seem like a joke compared to his own. And Nayun felt, with each failed blow and strike returned to her body -- she felt alive.

"Again. This time watch me.." James said. He prepared himself, readying for Nayun to come.

She would do just that. Dashing across the private training grounds that were found within the walls of the castle. Three walls, it had been left open in the rear to allow access to the King's Sea that curved like a serpent about the city's eastern side. She could see it behind the blade-guarded James as she advanced on him. This time, she indeed was watching. Before she had been the first to strike - yet this time she waited and feigned what looked to be an upward slash. When she saw his reaction, she put a stop to it and ducked low. Attempting to push past the man and draw her practice blade across his side, yet all she feel was the clashing of his own weapon against her own, and soon enough the feel of his shoulder pressing into her body and forcing her way.

"You can't trick a trickster.. But good. You tried to adapt to my style. Impressive." He smiled while wiping sweat from his brow.

"It's like you can tell the time just by how hot it is." James sighed out then. His wooden blade brought to his shoulder. "We shouldn't keep doing this. You have a wedding to prepare for.. Those old hags must be furious." His words, not hers. Yet Nayun knew who he spoke of the second those words left his lips. The older priestess' of Settesh who were brought in to prepare her for the ceremony.

Nayun looked down to her boot held feet, then to the shadow of the man who stood before her. ".. One more.. I would like to try once more."
She didn't want this to end. She didn't want this to end, only to have it replaced by fitting into a dress and being forced to play the part of a wife to be. She clenched that wooden blade of hers and set into her own ready stance. As if she were no longer asking if they could continue - but forcing it upon her practice partner.

James set his blue eyes upon Nayun's reds, then slowly nodded his head. "Fine. Who am I to deny a future Queen?" He brought the blade from his shoulder and took his own stance. "This time. Hit me."

"It's tight.. but, you do look beautiful." Dawn said.

They stood within the room - alone - only the two of them now. Nayun had ordered the others to leave after their tasks were complete. She knew they would return in a few hours time. It would be sunset in only four more hours. Everyone was preparing for the wedding now, and all Nayun had been tasked with was waiting. Waiting to be dressed, waiting to be ushered to the statue of N'elu, and waiting to become a bride and Queen of Settesh.

".. I'll be wearing one as well. Dark orange, it's supposed to represent the setting sun, I guess.. That's what they told me." She was speaking more. Nayun liked that. It caused her unnecessary worry when Dawn was quiet. So with her speaking again, came a more calming feeling for Nayun.

"Your makeup is nice.. They did a good job." The blonde girl said. Nayun peered at her mirror image. It looked so much unlike her. Silver painted lips, darkened eyeshadow, fake eyelashes and odd markings upon her cheeks from the old-writings of Settesh culture. How she hated it. She wished it had been Dawn who painted her face. Candy had spoken of her looking like a clown, but Dawn had appeared to enjoy the work she put into making Nayun `beautiful` those many, many months ago.

"You look more beautiful than I.. they say I lack curves." Nayun said. She looked over herself within that large mirror. Turning left, then right. She pressed hands to her muscled front, then pressed them to her hips. "I am built to be a warrior." She nodded.

"You're still growing." Dawn came from behind. "I'm going to touch you, okay..?" Nayun nodded again when she heard that. Dawn pressed her hands to Nayun's waist, then ran her fingers over her hips till they found the fabric of the shorts Nayun wore.

"You'll look more like Queen Nayon in a few years. You're just not there yet." Dawn smiled over Nayuns shoulder after she said that.

Nayun looked to their reflection. Focusing on the smiling girl who stood behind her. "You're smiling. Have you recovered?" Nayun spoke of Dawn's brush with death and her break down as some sort of sickness that could simply be cured by swallowing a pill.

"I.. um." Dawn's voice became unsteady. Nayun heard this and slowly moved about. Dawn released her and took a step back. The blonde girl brought her hands together in front of her and grasped at them tight.

"The Eighth spoke with me.. she told me the reasons and why everything took place.. The King was a bad man, and bad men deserved to be punished. He wanted to hurt you.. and.." Dawn's words caught in her throat. She tried her hardest not to cry but it just wouldn't stop. Warm, salty tears ran down her cheeks as she pressed a hand to her mouth.

"Matthew is dancing in the stars with all the other heroes of the past.. He died an honorable death protecting me.. The Eighth said that I should mourn him with a smile and thank him every morning when I wake.. but, it's hard.."

Dawn was expressing her feelings before Nayun.. yet the girl could not understand it all. Why was she crying when Matthew died an honorable death? This reminded her of when Dyarhk had died and how Miss Corea reacted. Why mourn the loss of a hero -- he is with the others in the stars now. It was a great honor to be among them. Nayun stood there in silence. She watched as Dawn ran fingers under her eyes to try and wipe away her tears.

Nayun thought of what to say. She must say something. It was the proper thing to do. She reflected on her past experience with Miss Corea. She had asked her why she was crying. When she said it was because Dyarhk had died, Nayun had spoken her mind on the subject and found herself slapped across the face and told to leave. She did not want to suffer the same here. Dawn had struck her once when she tried to kiss her during an argument - to quiet the girl, so she could possibly do it again.

Dawn looked uneasy around the room. Sniffing back off and on while fidgeting with her clothing. She wiped at her eyes every now and then while flexing her face muscles and working her jaw. All this time Nayun stood there as still as a statue -- and just as silent as one. All this time of silence had been her attempting to piece something together. Something to say. She reflected on Dawn's words only moments before.. and worked them as her own.

"I will thank him every morning as well.. for saving your life." Nayun nodded slowly.

Her chin rose some and her arms held close at her side. She mentally prepared for something to come her way. What she thought would be a slap instead turned into arms wrapping tightly about her own. Dawn squeezed Nayun into her chest and pressed a chin to the top of her head. She liked it.. Interesting. Nayun thought. Her smaller, but more muscular arms rose to wrap loosely about Dawn's own body to offer a hug in return.

"Thank you, Nayun.. Thank you." Dawn said, squeezing Nayun tightly. Her head turning so that her cheek now rubbed against Nayun's locks of short black hair. The girl then released Nayun and backed away. Wiping once more under her eyes, but this time offering Nayun a smile. "I brought my tools.. let's fix up that arm of ours and make it nice and pretty for the wedding."

"Hm.. Dawn, personal assistant to the Queen. How about that?"

Time continued to pass between the two. Conversations came and go. Small talk to pass the time -- and small talk to occupy Nayun's thoughts away from the wedding that loomed closer with each passing second. She had started to pace about, but Dawn's continued questions of possible titles had caused her to stop and think.

"No." Nayun shook her head. She did not like any of them -- and for obvious reasons. Each of them reflected on the fact that Dawn would be staying within Settesh. Though she disliked the thought of the girl leaving her side, she just could not see keeping her within the city as safe. Adenna is where she should be. With her Mother and Father. Under the protection of the two Siovanui.

"Are you sure you do not wish to return? The region is still unstable.. It is not a safe place. Many are still foolish and think they can push us from this city." Nayun believed in the might of Adenna and her own strength. They will hold this city, there was no doubt in her mind about that; but Dawn was weak. She could simply be walking and an assassin could take her life only because she held Adennian blood.

".. It'll be okay.. once they create the portal system here--" Dawn's voice grew quiet when Nayun broke into her words.

"You do not know? The portals cannot be set up. Word has come from Winter Hill.. they accept our occupation of Settesh, but have made it a point to ask that the region not be added to the system." Nayun stepped closer to Dawn. Her hands reaching out to take hold the comb Dawn had been holding. She disliked how her hair looked, and went about combing it the right way -- or the way she viewed as right.

"They believe it would allow our warriors to quickly surround them if war were to come. The Eighth said this is good. They fear us more now."

Usually Dawn told her to stop, but the blonde was too busy thinking about what Nayun had said. ".. Then.. I can't just go home whenever I want? I'd have to travel across the desert and.."

"Yes." Nayun cut into her words again. She combed through those locks of blonde hair, parting at the middle of her scalp and having them split about the younger girls shoulders. "That is why you should leave after the wedding. The only remaining portals back to Adenna will be closed in two days."

"But.. Who will repair our arm?" She reached up and almost possessively grasped onto the false metal-worked arm of Nayun's left.

"I can send for your father once you return to Adenna.. It will be best if he takes your place for now."

Dawn stood up almost instantly when she heard Nayun speak those words. Nayun was forced to retreat back a few paces. Her face lightly showing signs of confusion.

"No! It's our arm..! I made it for you.. me.. Not father." Dawn's expression was one of hurt when she said that.

"You could die." Nayun said in a flat tone. Dawn had only turned fifteen some months back. She might have seen battle, she might be considered a woman now -- but Nayun weighed the choices and it would be best for Dawn if she left.

"I could.. but.. this is all I am, Nayun.. This is what Father trained me to do. I have nothing else.. if I go back to Adenna, then what? I put a piece of me in that arm. Our arm. I can't just walk away.. I'm scared, Nayun. Really scared. But I don't want to leave you." Dawn inched closer. Her fingers gripping against upper arms after she crossed them over her small chest.

Nayun could hear it in her voice. She spoke the truth. Her words trembled when she said she had been scared. She knows she could die.. Nayun thought. Then turned her head so that she would no longer look upon the girl.

"You are a woman grown.. Do what you want." It sounded hurtful coming from her lips. Uncaring. Dawn fell silent when she heard them.

In truth. Nayun felt calmed by this. Dawn would stay, she wanted to stay -- she would be here at her side. She could lay beside her as she slept, she could walk these halls with her. She could and would be her connection to Adenna.

"Personal assistant to the Queen.. that will be your title." Nayun's eyes set themselves on the girl after she turned her head. Dawn was smiling, and soon nodded her head when she saw that Nayun had looked her way. She ventured forward and motioned with her hands. She reached, but did not touch. There was a pause. When the blonde saw that Nayun took notice of her reach, it was only then did she take hold of her right hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Remember? When we left?" Dawn said. "Wolves stick together."