Path of Shattered Lies: Will of the Kastha

"Have the preparations for the evacuation been completed?" A young woman demands, steely red eyes staring down the older man. She wore loose fitting black shirt with a silver snowflake sewn expertly in the center, symbolizing her rank amongst the city as one of their rulers.

The man stands up from his bow while respectfully meeting one of his leader's eyes with a nod, "Yes, milady. When you and Master Endellion begin moving to battle the civilians will be safely held in the secret compounds."

Lady Eirlys smiles warmly at the man before turning her back in order to gaze outside the window upon the giant city with somber eyes, "Very well, Manson. You are dismissed."

"Yes, Milady." Manson whispers, not wishing to intrude upon her thoughts and hastily leaves the room as Endellion steps in from the hallway, his violet eyes flickering around the room out of habit.

"The moment of our very reason is upon us." He murmurs while striding across the room to take his spot at his older twin's right side. On his own dark red shirt is a snowflake but this time in white with the Rod of Asclepius in black on both his sleeves. He smiles softly, though his eyes hold a shadow of grief as stops beside her.

"It feels wrong." She sighs, hand running through her blonde hair, facing her twin who blinks momentarily confused.

"What, our purpose?" He questions taking hold of her shoulder in a comforting hold as she quickly shakes her head no.

"That if we leave no one will know of our path." Eirlys sighs, fingers plucking at her sleeve in nervous dread.

"The village will not allow our memory to die, sis." Endellion smiles briefly but his eyes dim slightly at the possibility they both feared since the war had started.

"But what of the younger children? Or the ones that will be in the future." She persists watching her twin as he tenses knowing she hit a touchy subject.

"Then we'll write it down." He states calmly, eying the direction of the city's main hospital with a worried scowl.

"You're worried about the patients?" She guesses correctly when he nods gravely, his hands twisting with his long red hair as he thinks back on the many patients he had gone through that morning.

Unable to give her twin any hope on the drastic situation that landed most of their friends in the hospital she wordlessly pulls from a shelf a blank red leather book and from the pile of writing tools, a plain black pen. Endellion carefully takes another and the two seat themselves side by side on the desk, as they prepare to write the past for all those to read.

With an encouraging nod, Eirlys opens the first page and with her neatest handwriting in mind thinks of the first thing to say while Endellion wordlessly pulls from his pocket an empty vial, locking the door with a simple thought and a little energy. Soon Eirlys begins to write the first word.