forum Kingdom of Spirits (4/4) (CLOSED)

Started July 01, 2019 by @ShadeStar

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"The king knows about this," Cicada responded quite calmly, "That much I'm sure of. I'm more shocked that you didn't know it. Must've been apart of your sheltered life. And I've never planned on withholding anything from him."

"And the guards?" he inquired, brushing off her comment. "You'd think they'd be quicker to point the finger at the actual prince, rather than some random girl in a cloak who fought him. Ironic that the one girl held captive is you," he said pointedly, once more examining her dulling hair.

"If they pointed the finger at the prince," Cicada started looking at him, "then they would have a war on their hands. No one wants that unless absolutely necessary, at this point I'm just someone to take the fall."

Nathaniel reasoned, "He stole the Everflame in front of a massive crowd at a public, famous event. The king's just going to let him get away with it, because we can't handle a war?"

"Apparently," Cicada responded with a sigh, "Or maybe the king doesn't even know and this is all the guards doing. Guess we'll find out soon."

He echoed her sigh with one of his own, feeling utterly useless. It was a strange, foreign feeling. Being so small, insignificant. "I guess," he replied lamely, making a note to review this information with Aureole and Javier. Looking extremely uncomfortable, Nathan glanced at Cicada and said, "Are you truly this-" he searched for a word, "…calm about everything? You're in a prison cell, need to dodge being killed tomorrow, and your magic is fading; yet it honestly seems like you don't care."

Cicada looked up at the ceiling and let out another sigh. Was she this calm about everything? Kind of, but at the same time not so much. She was more worried about the fate of the other spirits than her own demise, "I guess? I'm more worried about the other spirits than what's going to happen to me. My life's expendable, others not so much."

"You could do a lot more than others if your ultimate goal regards the spirits." He readjusted his legs, stretching them out in front of him. "I'm just saying. If you care so little for your 'expendable' existence, why not put that existence to a cause that you do care for?"

"What do you think I've been doing for the past 10 years?" Cicada asked him as if he was stupid, "I just haven't gotten very far with my limitations that's all."

(Sorry about that! I’ve been super busy with school)

Javier nodded to Aureole, “So where do you think it might be? The guards probably have her things, but I’m not sure where they hold prisoners’ belongings.”

Aureole shrugged. "Most dungeons have a room for these things… somewhere," she trailed off, looking around.

“Very true,” he scanned the area in search of a suspicious room that might house the prisoners’ belongings. “But surely it would still be guarded, especially with valuables, right?”

"Probably. But it won't be the first time I've had to fight someone twice my size," Aureole said brightly, looking around. "That might be it," she pointed to a room at the end of the hall with two guards in front of it.