Forgotten Truths

Caius

I gathered together everything I would need, which wasn't much, I admit. I owned very little in the first place, so what I took was only the bare essentials. Hawthorn stayed outside my door the whole time, stationed there like a guard. Before I exited, I changed the cloth on my finger to a very light green and pulled the red one out of my hair as well.

"Well then," I commented, brushing past the man outside. The door closed with a bang as I started off down the hallway. Hawthorn hesitated before trotting to catch up.

"Do you need to make another stop?" he asked, now walking hurriedly at my side. The man was easily three inches shorter than I was. I stopped and turned to him.

"Sir Ramsey Hawthorn, do you trust me or do you not?"

He frowned, puzzled. His answer was slow both in coming and in spoken words. "...Well, yes, I suppose so. You're the King's ad-"

"Good! Then I'm sure you'll find no trouble in knowing that I," I pointed at his chest, "do not fully trust you!" here I pointed at myself. His frown deepened. "But, if you would be willing to bear with me on this one certain subject..." I began walking down the hallway again, not bothering to find out if he was following anymore.

"Uh, sir?"

I turned again. "What?"

"We need to be going the other way."

I shrugged and started walking in the direction he had indicated. He once again fell into step beside me.

"So, when do we attack?" I asked, losing my train of thought completely from before.

"Balior is half a days march from here. We should be on the outskirts by midnight tonight if we start our march within the next two hours. It's what...nearly noon now?"

I glanced out a nearby window, squinted, raised one eyebrow and nodded.

"I'll wait for the troops to assemble before giving a brief speech. After that, we'll march."

I nodded.

Selen:

Selen stopped, raised with elves! She had always been able to trust elves and had never run into one that was not trustworthy, if someone was raised with them, couldn't they be just as trustworthy. She chewed her lip and looked back at him.

"Hiding what I am is not exactly of my concern. It's impossible." She replied crossing her arms and looking at him. "I don't want to hide what I am, just keep it from being known until I know I can defend myself if the need arises." She squared her shoulders. "Which I can."

Jenie

Walking swiftly she approached the main keep. The courtyard around her were bustling with soldiers preparing for a journey of some kind. horses were being saddled and various bags were being packed with supplies. Coming to Galian probably hadn't been a good idea, but Jenie knew that if she was going to do anything, this was where she would have to do it. She approached the great door, when it was opened. Out strode a tall man, a bag on his shoulder. He walked quickly causing his armoured companion to struggle to keep up with him. He obviously hadn't seen she was there as he walked straight into her.

He nodded hurriedly, "Excuse me"

Jenie raised an eyebrow, "I would think it a little late for that."

He stopped in his tracks, noticing her wings for the first time, "A fairy here? what is your business at this time?"

"What I come here to do most times I visit. Negotiate, bargain, the usual things," She was brusk, but friendly. She was interested as to his reaction.

He frowned, "Have I seen you before?"

"Perhaps."

"What is your name?"

She smiled politely, "Jenie."

He nodded to himself, then turned back to her, "I'm Caius. I would be careful if I were you, there are many things that have changed since you were last here, I'm sure."

He walked away, the knight following in his wake.

Leslia

We arrived to Balior as the sun was falling behind the horizon. Immediately, I began searching for an inn, or someplace to stay for the night.

"Thank you for accompanying me," I said, bowing my head in gratitude before turning for the inn I had noticed down the street.

"Same to you," Allen nodded. I wasn't sure if he was headed to the inn as well, or if he had someplace else to go, but by the time he spoke, I was already a few yards away.

This is off to a very slow start...

**Yeah, something needs to be done about that. Any ideas?**

Kabeth:

He grinned, raising one eyebrow as she drew herself up, "I don't doubt that you can take care of yourself, that was part of my reason for stopping the guard. I was as worried about him as I was about you." He looked around the street, then back to her, "We could try finding someone who could help you hide a little better, but they'd probably be closing up soon. It'd probably be best just to head over to the inn."

Proth

The troops had gathred in the barracks. They were seated at tables, and there was plenty of ale, which Proth liked. There was much conversing going on in the barracks, as the soldiers awaited orders from the commander.

Suddenly, Sir Ramsey Hawthorn walked inside the audiotrium, and cheers erupted. Sir Ramsey held up his hands as a call for silence.

The speech he gave was typical, but good.

"You are the king's elite soldiers, and have the honor of leading the kingdom in the first attack." He had said. Cheers erupted. Proth didn't cheer, though he liked the atmosphere. He was seated next to a friend, whom was really invigorated.

"I have faith that you won't disappoint your king, or your kingdom!" More cheers. "This should be an easy victory."

Would it really? It seemed so. Balior wasn't known for it's strength, and the battalion was the best in the kingdom. Proth's blood was already pumping. He cheered with the rest of the crowd.

**Syte - please put your characters name at the top of your post - it helps others to not get confused. Billy - I think if we just get the battle started, we'll get the SB moving better - it'll bring more characters together and everything.**

Leslia

I quietly slipped into the small inn, which was above a bar, as usual. The bartender/innkeeper looked me over quickly before calling out to me.

"What can I get'cha for, miss?" he asked, giving me a toothy grin.

"I need a room," I replied, keeping my voice strong and steady, making sure he was aware that messing with me was a horrible idea.

Caius

I waited outside for Hawthorn to finish with his speech, wanting nothing to do with a room full of cheering soldiers. The cloth on my finger remained a light green and I pulled out the small dagger from its place in my boot, twirling it around my fingers.

Hawthorn finished and exited the room, nodding to me. I put the dagger away and followed him down the hall.

"They're excited," he commented, glancing at me. I shrugged.

"Figured they would be."

He led us out into a courtyard that was buzzing with activity. Stable hands ran about, bring out horses, armor, swords and anything else that was needed. Hawthorn grabbed one of the young boys by the arm and spun him around.

"Boy, where's my horse?"

"I'll get it, sir!" he offered before running off again. I sighed and turned, walking into one of the farther stables. Many of the horses nickered in greeting though I ignored them and moved to the stall that housed a large white horse that was already saddled. He lifted his head and snorted as I slipped the reins on and led him out.

I secured the horse to a large wooden beam and went to another stall. This horse nickered softly as I entered and slipped reins over her head as well. I brought her out as well before leading both horses back out to the waiting Hawthorn.

I handed him the reins of the white one. He blinked.

"How did you know which was mine?" he asked, patting the neck of his horse.

"I'd seen you riding before," I said, mounting the black mare. I glanced back down at him. "So we get there by midnight."

Selen:

Selen fought a blush, for what reason she was blushing she didn't know. She nodded, "I'll just go to the inn." She blushed deeper as she looked around. "Where is it?"

"This way." He said turning and leading hte way. She had to walk a tad faster then normal to keep up with his long strides, and he seemed to noticed slowing down a tad. Inwardly she groaned, but outwardly she fought a deeper blush.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! She screamed at herself. I never blush. She rolled her eyes inwardly as the blush went away. She dind't need this.

*Tears*

Kabeth:

Kabeth pretended not to notice her blush, he didn't want to make her more uncomfortable for whatever reason. Even so, he did sneak a glance or two at her, she was beautiful. The elves had always been a source of wonder for him, but there was something about her that made her different to them - aside from the wings she'd barely hidden beneath her cloak.

He held the door of the inn open for her and let her go in, shooting a dark look at those among the regulars and guests who fell silent upon her entry. Like the watchman, they would always jump to conclusions about someone who wanted to hide themselves. He picked a table off to one side and sat down at it, motioning to the other seat, "You can join me, if you want. Of course, I understand if you just need to rest, or if you don't want to stay around me any longer than you have to."

Nyes-

When I woke up, the sun was at its peak in the sky. The crystal around my neck seemed to call to me as if in urgency. I couldn't just ignore the feeling, so I quickly ate a few berries and looked back into the crystal.

Sure enough, one a the first things I saw was my "visitor". Peyton Thorin was a wood elf that I had met just a year before. Most wood elves only "tolerated" fairies in a good mood, but Peyton was different. I always looked forward to her visits.

I checked the direction that she was in, and then flew out to meet her.

Selen:

Selen slowly sank into the chair and looked down at her hands. She looked back up at the guy in front of her. "I don't even know your name."

"Kabeth." He replied with a smile. "Yours?"

"Selen," She replied. "Why are you helping me?"

Kabeth:

He shrugged, "Why not? You could definitely use it, if you're travelling on your own, and helping someone is always better than not helping them. The elves always taught me that if you've got nothing to lose from helping someone you don't know, and everything to gain."

"What if they're your enemy. I mean, in a war or something."

He seemed to think about it for a moment, "Well, if you know that they're your enemy, then you know them well enough to make the decision to not help them. If you don't know that they're against you, whether or not they do, showing them kindness could well save you later."

Selen:

"I guess." She said looking down at her hands. She wasn't sure he even knew fully what she was. She didn't care, but part of her made her think that he needed to know sense he was helping her. She refused to give away her seceret though. She looked back up at him and took a deep breath. "Did you mind living with the elves?"

"No." He smiled a little.

"What was it like?" She asked.

Kabeth:

He frowned a little, "It's hard to describe. I guess since I don't really remember any of my life before then. But, it was beautiful there, more so than any of the human cities. People come and go as they please, no one was bound by time. It was a little sad, though, because I wasn't able to make any real friends until about a year before I left. Since I'm a human, I grow faster and age faster than the elves do. But I loved the forest, at any time of day and in any season. But...I can't stay in one place for too long. I love travel too much." He paused for a long moment, staring off into space. Then he caught himself and smiled again, "But where did you grow up?"