"Take the throne, that's all you need to do to end the war. We're not against the royals, we're against the king. So, if you simply kill him, everyone would be free." Arrow continued to sink into the forest. "Here, the troops would love to meet you."
Nikita looked over the army. " Their all trained? What's their center? If you are all poison you are all screwed. Dad has fire, just like me. We both can put a brutal end to you if a spark catched that gas."
"Yes, they all have some degree of training, and no, they are not all centered in poison. We have a few ices, a few waters, a few fires, and some storms. Oh, and poison." She looked at them, most of them confused by the prince showing up. "I believe we might have a new member of the revolution."
The leader glared at Arrow and Nikita.
Nikita gave a calm look to the leader. His wings shifted to close behind his back " hello,"
(boop(
(oh sorry)
The leader's eyes narrowed. "And why would the prince join us?" She sniffed the wounds on his wings.
Nikita drew back " because it seems we have the same intentions against my father, so maybe we can work together" he said a little snappy
She nodded. "That's fine then, but you get no royal treatment during your time as a soldier. All are treated equally here." She handed Nikita a dagger. "Here, you can use this if you ever can't use magic."
Nikita nodded, " I expect no royal treatment, not even when I take throne." He said and let his flame consume his dagger, letting it stay there.
(boop)
(oh uh, I might bail on this. I'm sorry.)
( its good.)