Ashes of the New World

Bayette saw her friend in the fields and started to strut over to him, "There you are, darling!" She called out, "How did I know I'd find you here?" when she reached him she ran a finger through his hair and along his left shoulder, "You know, if you keep doing things like this, people will think you're an emo kid." She smiled before popping a red lollipop in her mouth and lied down on the ground next to him, her long black hair spread out around her. She was twirling a gun around a finger in one hand and she reached into her pocket with the other, grabbing another lollipop and offering it to Jagger, "Want one dear?" She asked. Bayette hoped to keep the conversation going, or she'd have to go back to her father to do all the boring captain of the guard duties, the last thing she wanted to do, as they always bored her to death.

 

Bayette giggled, "I know you're not emo dear, but you keep wandering off alone doesn't help," Bayette crossed her legs and waved at a passerby, whom blushed at her wave. Bayette frowned at the question and spoke about it with mockery towards it in her voice, "Ugh. Daddy's never let me have a break, I swear I have to do more work every week! Why did I have to be born the daughter of the Captain of the Guard? I wish I could speed time up rather than slow it down so I could get done with my work faster!" It was then that Bayette realized that she was being uncharacteristically whiny. She sat up and looked at Jag, stroking his chest this time, "Not that this isn't fun dear, but I love the town at night, might we go for a walk?"

 

Will strode towards his two friends in the field, the weight of the sword on his back uncomfortable. He preffered his axe harness, yet the academy said they made knights, not axe fighters. So for that very reason he was forced to carry the only sword of theirs he could use to it's full potential. A large sword almost as tall as him bounced against his back as he slowed and laughed at his friends. "Hello Jag, Bayette. How have you been?" He asked, drawing the sword to stab it in the ground and join them on the ground. As he layed back he looked at Bayette. "So how has been the work your father has been giving you?" He chuckled, knowing how much she hated it.

 

Will just smiled as he reclined, his spiky wild hair mixing with the wheat of the field as he stared at the sky. He slowly unbuckled the uncomfortable harness and smiled. "Aye, and it seems your her stress reliever." He said, voice smooth as he chuckled. He sat up and shook his hair. "And besides, she knows I was just messing. So how has your week been Jag, since I don't get to see you much because of the separate tribes." He asked his friend, leaning his back against the cool blade of the sword.

 

"Darling, you know I'm not much for jokes about that torture my father calls 'work,'" Bayette responded, lying down on her stomach very close to Will. She put a finger on the tip of his nose, "But I think I can forgive you this time," she said. She looked at Will's sword and struted towards it. Using her magic, she lifted the large sword out of the ground. (This is that fake super-strength I was talking about) Bayette frowned, "I'm not going to lie darling, but this ugly thing doesn't suit you at all," she said before carelessly tossing it away. She looked back at Will and saw a horsefly atop his head. Bayette frowned, took out a handgun, and shot the insect off, the bullet whizzing through her friend's hair, but not touching his scalp, "Sorry darling," she said somewhat sarcastically, "I just can't stand pests," she knelt down next to him and put her face very close to his with a hand placed gently on his shoulder, "I'll make it up to you one day."

 

Will smiled at her, stretching. "How about bringing my back rest back please?" He chuckled, falling backwards and letting his back fall a little into the gash the sword had made in the ground. "And the only reason I carry that atrocious weapon Bayette is because I was told that the knight's academy does not train axe fighters so I must carry that when I walk around town since it is the only sword in their arsenal I can use close to the skill with my axe." He said, folding his arms behind his head as a pillow.

 

Will sniffed deeply and smelt the bread. "And you also lie very poorly..." He said, sitting up. "I haven't seen you in a week and the second I get here your jumping to get away. Is something wrong my friend?" He stood and started to follow his friend but he stopped, knowing that if his parents caught him here he would be taken to the Mytholanian king. "Jag, just stay for a bit before I have to go back to the academy and Bayette has to go back to her father. Please?" He said, showing a side that only his friends saw of him.

 

A girl stood her guard post at a large gate of a fort in the woods. Her sword propped up on her shoulder resting there. She looked tensed, but she wasn't, she was very relaxed.

The girl listened silently to the sounds of the night forest. Wolves howling in the distance, crickets chirping, an owl hooting, and various of other sounds. It was very peaceful, too bad it was Grunchar land.

The land used to belong to that of the Mytholonians, but 100 some years ago this land and since then more and more land has been taken from the Mytholonians. Thanks to using powerful magic, various forts and other important locations on the land taken by the Grunchans, they've been able to hide the fact it existed.

"Cynthia?" The girl looked over at a man in his 20 walk through the gate to her. "Your duty is up for the night, I'll be taking over." The man told the girl, Cynthia. She nodded and smiled sheathing her sword back in the casing hanging off her hips on a belt.

"Thanks Chad." She told him and walked into the gate to her cabin. She pulled the armour off and hung it up in the closet of her cabin. She was the only woman in the fort and not that the captain knight didn't trust his men when he was assigned this mission, just as Cynthia being his proteche, his trainee, his apprentice, and hopefully his sucessor as a head knight for the Mytholonian Kingdom, he wanted her safe from the hormonal men also living in the fort for the little while.

She looked around her cabin grabbing a long sleeve blue dress and putting on a small piece of armour just covering her chest and back to protect the fatal part of her body. She sat down on the twin bed and tied the lace shoes now she was wearing compared to her armour steel boots.

Cynthia looked at the mirror propped up on her desk and tied her hair back into a ponytail with a blue ribbon. She looked fairly beautiful for a young woman, though she wasn't like most young beautiful woman seeking her husband, she was a knight by heart seeking adventure, maybe a lover just definately not a husband.

She strapped on her sword. It was a family heirloom item of her teacher, master, and the captain knight that he gave to her.

Now some would think that this captain loved Cynthia, it's nothing like that at all. He loves her, but not like a lover but more of like a father daughter love. It's a love Cynthia never truly recieved from her real parents or family for that matter though.


Cynthia stroded out of her captain walking to the secret escape back door. She unlocked with the door she stole from the captain knight, thankfully it is only a spare.

"Cynthia, what are you doing?" Cynthia stopped and turned around to be met by the captain.

"Going out for a midnight strode." She told him the honest truth.

"It's dangerous. We're not in Mytholonia for you to just stroll around outside whenever you want!" He exclaimed.

"Mathew, I'm fine. I got my sword, you know me, I'll be fine, if a Grunchar were to attack me, you know very well they'd be sorry to attack a mytholonian and they'd be taught that by me then later you." She told him.

"Alright, just be safe and don't do anything stupid." He told her. Cynthia only replied with a smirk before turning on her heels and walking out the door strolling through the forest.



After awhile of strolling she came to the forest edge and smiled seeing her friend, a young boy that everybody seems to believe he's emo. She knows the truth that he's not. They're good friends dispite one detail... Cynthia is a Mytholonian he is a Grunchar. She went to walk over to him but stopped seeing his friends arrive.

It was dangerous for her to be friends with ONE Grunchar but to be friends with a total of three, that's asking for trouble and danger not only to herself, but her captain, his men and her fellow co-knights under his command, all Mytholonian knights, all Mytholonian citizens, and most importantly the king. She frowned hoping to hang out with him but she turned around and slowly started to walk away but taking glances back at him.

"Talk to you later, Jagger..." Cynthia whispered.

 

Will watched from a distance as Jag left in the armor, off to find Cynthia. "Going to get himself killed..." Will groaned, slowly following his friend. As he grabbed his harness from the ground and slung it over his shoulder and looked at Bayette. "Are you coming so we can get him out of this before he's killed?" He asked, buckling the harness and lifting the large buster sword. If he had his axe he would go alone but he couldn't weild this sword like his axe.

 

Bayette got up and struck a pose, "Well Darling, I can't be left out of the loop, can I?" She laughed, winking at Will. Bayette used her magic to jump onto a roof and followed Jag while she remained away from the lights. When Jag confronted the girl he thought was Cynthia, she smiled, "Dear, that's not her," she said to herself. She watched the chaos unfold and didn't intervene until after Jag was knocked out. The knight was about to harm Jag further, when Bayette smiled. Suddenly, unbeknownst to anyone other then Bayette, time started to move very slowly while Bayette moved at her normal pace. Quickly, Bayette jumped down from the roof, kicked Jag's unconscious body to the side, and pulled out a gun and pointed it at the knight's forehead. Bayette kept her smile as time proceeded to move as it normally did. The knight was startled to say the least by the rapid change of events and gulped as Bayette cocked the pistol, "Silly knight, I believe this would violate the non-aggression policy," Bayette laughed before lightly smacking the guard on the head with the gun, "Will, are you keeping up Darling?" Bayette mocked before restoring her aim on the knight.

 

OOC: Still confused. In my post Cynthia is from a fort faraway from their home. And nobody but Jag know Cynthia not your char Roxion or Curtis. I realize I'm being picky but still basic reading comprehension please.


IC: Cynthia looked into the Grunchar Village(!!! Once again not in Mytholonian village) to see Jag. Cynthia shook her head and looked around and used magic to create smoke around the woman and guy as she darted out and grabbed Jagger and pulled him into the woods.

She used healing magic to wake him up which she stood up scalling. "What were you thinking besides getting yourself killed? Running around a Grunchar ruled village wearing Mytholonian armor?" She asked him before sighing.

 

Will was at Bayette's back, sword drawn and up. He had been ready to start fighting until he heard the loud order that had been shouted. "I suggest we leave now before more of a scene is started guys!" He barked, ready to fight if he had to but he really didn't want to because the sword was going to exaust his skills quickly and very poorly. "Jag, you awake down there?" He barked at his friend.

OOC: If I remember right Will just was following Jag to stop him from doing something stupid