forum Five Half-Princes and Their Quest for A Kingdom

Started January 24, 2019 by @Bandito

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Catori nodded, and Asterin sped up willingly.
"That was no animal that threw that stick." He huffed, watching the sides of the road.

“We’re being paranoid.” Damian replied to Asterin. “Don’t worry about it. Whatever happened stopped now.” He insisted, forcing himself to look relaxed.

Fletcher smirked at their worried faces. "Now to further increase those worries." He thought. "How about… this," Fletcher made a lightning strike near the Princess's horse. Suddenly as the lightning struck the ground; leaving charred earth with some shadow smoke. at that moment the horse started to flee into the woods, leaving the princess behind and thrown off on to the ground. "Whoops… hope the horse is alright." Just to make sure though Fletcher teleported near the horse before calming it down and tying it down to a nearby tree.

((Does that mean Catori was thrown off, or is she still on Asterin? Also, she is very not panicked. A storm is the least scary thing she's seen

Quintus bucked as soon as the lightning struck. Damian barely held on, managing to soothe him through frantic whispers. However as soon as Catori hit the ground, the prince knew the cause was one of his brothers.

“Fletcher!” Damian yelled, knowing he was the only one capable of creating such a storm. “If I catch you then Father will find your grave in the forest!” He jumped out of the saddle, rushing over to Catori.

Catori started laughing, very unbothered by the fact that she had just been thrown off of a horse.. "I have to say, quite the excitement. Do you know if Asterin is okay?"

“I have to find him still.” Damian was caught off guard by Catori’s laughter. “Get on Quintus, I suspect my brother is behind this, and he may be trying to assassinate me to get ahead in the competition.”

"This bears more resemblance to a prank than an assassination attempt." She remarked, standing up and brushing of her trousers.

Fletcher smiled when he heard Damian's furious voice."Calm down my dear brother, the horse fleeing and your dear lover's fall was only an accident." Fletcher said in a chuckle."Or you could say it was collateral damage."Fletcher spoke after calming down himself and stifling some more laughter. "I wasn't surprised to see you here though. Since your power is related to nature, you could only be heading to Sona. I am correct aren't I." Fletcher teleported in front of the pair and brought out Asterin.

Damian’s eyes narrowed as Fletcher appeared in front of them, the grass withering at his feet. “Our kingdom is at stake and you choose to act like this? Like some bumbling fool?! You should know I’m not to be trifled with.” He hissed, bordering on furious. His skin had physically started to pale, starting at his fingertips. Slowly but surely turning a solid bone white in color.

"My dear brother, we all know that our kingdom is at stake because of us and our competitiveness. Know really bothers to know me, I'm mostly up a tree reading, training or spending time with our civilians." Fletcher said. "How many of our people have you bothered talking to, listening to their thoughts and their needs?" Fletcher's eyes narrowed as he asked the question. "And I admit that my PRANK was uncalled for but If we want to try and finish this quest our beloved father set up for us. We will need alliances because knowing father, he will give us many obstacles."

“If you’re so deeply infatuated with your good deeds go paint a portrait of yourself.” Damian shot back viciously. “Father wanted one of us to win. One of us to rule. I spent years in the libraries of our cities and amongst the gardens and farms. Do not speak of what you know not, Fletcher.”

"Is that so. Remember when we were little, the three brothers of ours threw me down a hole." Fletcher said in reminiscence. "You were there watching their jealousy of me; just because I gained control of my power before them. You knew what was happening yet you did nothing!" Fletcher said in anger. "You can not say that I am deeply infatuated with my good deeds!" Fletcher roared. "It was because of that I no longer trusted anyone and it was because of that did I train through my blood sweat and tears, I helped many poor alone people like me!" "You, although I trusted you, you just stood there!" "You know I am more powerful than you!" Fletcher's eyes turned glowing blue as he took a step forward.
(In case this doesn't make sense I am basically angry and about to go into my super sayen mode because of you.)

Damian’s skin actually returned to normal as he calmed down, his demeanor shifting significantly from anger to a remorseless smirk. “Then I ask why, brother, do you still seek me out for help?”

He stood still, refusing to back down. “Do you see now? If you’re going to burst into a demonic fit every time you get denied what you wish and time a meager insult gets thrown your way, then all our father worked for will be in ruins.”

Fletcher's eyes returned to normal and he let out a light cough. "I apologize for the huge change of subject and the change in my usual demeanour it is just part of mistrust that I believe caused this face off to happen. shall we continue to our talks of an alliance?" Fletcher asked with a slightly embarrassed tone.

Damian’s eyes narrowed. “What do have have to offer me from an alliance, Fletcher?” The prince looked up at the roaring storm above their heads in annoyance. “So far you’ve done a atrocious job at presenting a case for yourself.”

"Well for starters we are neighbours so this alliance may stop some conflict between us," Fletcher said after ending the storm. "I also hope we can share and gain knowledge in what we are going to do after we gain a kingdom, and in case your wondering which kingdom I am going to, it is Valemnia. Feel free to ask me why."
Fletcher then let out a whistle which then brought his Black horse galloping towards them. "I wonder what way you are going to use to take over your kingdom. Peacefully or force, with this alliance we can set up some trade deals for future purposes." Fletcher spoke as he grabbed and took hold the reigns of Night.

Damian mulled this over for a moment. “Allow me to lay down a few minor adjustments.” He spoke up at last, evaluating Fletcher. “We may form an alliance on the grounds of trade. If you need my guidance, send for me by letter and we will meet and discuss.” He decided, wording his sentences very carefully.

"Guidance" Fletcher smirked."Why would I need your guidance? Instead, let's keep it at if we need assistance or any such things we shall a letter to the other person for help." " Brother seems like I was wrong about you, for a gift and a token of the alliance, I shall gift you your most favourite type of weapon. Fletcher brought out a weapon from the horse and gave it to Damian. "You should have prepared before heading off brother, even if you were trying to keep as much money you should still have your contacts and either way, we weren't given five thousand crowns to just save it up plus we weren't given any weapons and even if we had our powers we still should have a weapon made from a magical conduit material."

Damian took the weapon carefully. “I find it interesting, that you call me unprepared. Where is your bride to be, Fletcher? I haven’t had the gracious opportunity of meeting her yet.”

Fletcher chuckled " I am afraid I missed the meeting as I was away. Currently, I hope that I can find one soon."

“As a thank you for the weapon, I will tell you that Victor was planning on leaving the castle with two princesses. You may still have time to intercept if you return to the castle now.” Damian offered, examining his fingernails out of mock boredom.

((?))

"I thank you for that brother, I hope this alliance of ours survives for the ages," Fletcher said with gratitude as he left on his horse galloping back to the castle. and Alexander heading to the target kingdom after being given some orders."

Damian lifted the weapon with mild disgust. “Well that was… unpleasant.” He sighed, turning towards Catori with an exhausted frown that could possibly be considered a pout.