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Will of the King - Chapter 1
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TITLE
Lyrian Chronicles 9 - Will of the King
Campaign By: Leaflit
Adapted By: Leaflit and ShyMoth
Edited By: ShyMoth
This story is a replay novel. Everything occurred over a game of Angel’s Sword TTRPG.
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CAST
Starring:
Yasha, The Captain of the Royal Guard
Played By: Ayra
Class: Lancer
Helene Juniper, The Stalwart Lamia Protector
Played by: ShyMoth
Class: Guardian
Lanes Vaultner, The Sharp Eyed Scout
Played by: Sabbrewolf
Class: Pitcher
Kaede, The Guildmaster’s Daughter
Played by: Buntaoo
Class: Battlemaster
CHAPTER 1
Princess Cherry adjusted her tiara with small, delicate fingers, her gaze drifting out the window of the plush cabin. The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the billowing clouds outside, but inside, a quiet tension filled the air. She smoothed the folds of her satin dress, the rich fabric both a comfort and a reminder of the responsibilities resting upon her ten-year-old shoulders.
Sitting across from her, Fontina offered a reassuring smile. The advisor's glasses caught a glint of light as she leaned forward. "We haven't seen everyone in so long," Princess Cherry murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's a good chance to let them know about our troubles. I just hope I can get my message across."
Fontina reached out, placing a gentle hand over the princess's. "You will, Your Highness. Your sincerity will touch their hearts."
The steady hum of the Brigantine's propellers filled the silence that followed. The airship, though rented, was a marvel of modern engineering—a testament to the resilience of the Kingdom of Dacquoise. Though sovereign, the kingdom still bore the scars of the Great Divine War. Lands once rich and fertile had been carved away by the ambitions of Westria and Northi, leaving places like Madeline—Princess Cherry's home—a frontier outpost clinging to the edge of a vast wilderness.
Madeline's true asset was its proximity to the Fayto Leyline and, by extension, the Free Trade City of Mothergreen. Yet, despite such strategic importance, the city lacked even an airship dock. Its people valued groundwater over grandeur, sustenance over splendor.
The cabin's opulence was a stark contrast to the princess's modest upbringing. Delicate pastries dusted with powdered sugar, fine wines that caught the light like liquid gems, and bubbling champagne adorned the small table between them. The sweets glistened enticingly, each one a tiny work of art—golden crusts filled with rich creams, topped with slices of exotic fruits that shimmered like jewels.
Fontina noticed Kaede, the young adventurer they'd hired for additional security, eyeing the treats. "Please, help yourself to the snacks," she offered warmly. "Your mother has been a great ally to us, and we're grateful you've joined us. It's a wonderful opportunity to connect with some of Dacquoise's most important people." She pressed a hand to her chest, sincerity evident in her eyes. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
Kaede smiled back, her fox-like ears twitching with delight. "I'm happy to be here. Mother promised she'd visit once she's through with all her paperwork." She hesitated for a moment before reaching for a pastry, the star-shaped fruit atop it gleaming. "You should enjoy one with me, Fontina. You probably haven't taken a break yet, have you?"
Before Fontina could respond, Yasha spoke up from her post near the window. The oni's dark red skin contrasted sharply with her polished metal armor. Long white hair framed her face, and two imposing horns curved upward from her forehead. Her eyes never ceased their vigilant watch. "You shouldn't push a guest to eat," she chided without turning. "You're going to give the wrong impression."
Fontina flushed, adjusting her glasses nervously. "I—I was just trying to be hospitable," she stammered. "What the heck?"
Kaede waved a dismissive hand, her tail swishing playfully behind her. "Nothing can be wrong with enjoying delicious pastries."
Yasha snorted softly. "If a host were this insistent with me, I'd be checking for poison."
Fontina's eyes widened. "Poison? I would never!"
Kaede smiled reassuringly at Fontina, her fox-like ears twitching. "Don't worry, I don't think there's any poison here. Besides, you gain nothing by harming us," she said, taking a delicate bite of a starfruit slice. Her tail swished playfully behind her as she added, "These are too delicious to resist."
Yasha smirked from her spot near the window. "Naive," she remarked, flipping her white hair over her shoulder. "But perhaps that's not a bad thing."
Fontina glanced between them, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Ah... such a good girl..." she murmured, her voice filled with affection as she looked at Kaede. "Always so understanding."
Encouraged by the camaraderie, Kaede leaned closer to Fontina. "You know," she began, her eyes gleaming mischievously, "this is where you're supposed to show your aggressive side and fight for the tart."
Fontina blinked, taken aback. "Aggressive? Me?" She hesitated, adjusting her glasses nervously. "I suppose... I could try."
Yasha chuckled softly. "Maybe she's waiting for someone to feed it to her," she teased, her gaze sliding over to Kaede.
Kaede's cheeks warmed, and she waved her hands dismissively. "I-I can't just do it like that!" she stammered, her ears flicking in embarrassment. "But perhaps next time, I should be quicker to grab the tarts."
Before the tension could thicken, Limone sauntered over, her carefree demeanor like a breath of fresh air. Without hesitation, she plucked a particularly exquisite tart from the platter—the only one of its kind—and tossed it into her mouth with a satisfied grin.
Fontina watched in silent despair as her coveted treat vanished. A single tear welled up, threatening to spill over. "Ah... such a good girl..." she murmured to herself, her voice tinged with longing.
Limone turned to Helene, the lamia coiled gracefully in the corner. "Hey, Helhel! Come grab some!"
Helene smiled politely. "Sorry, Limone, but you know that's not possible. If I uncoiled, no one would have room in the cabin."
Her serpentine lower half was adorned with iridescent scales that shimmered softly, and though she carried the weight of her heavy plate armor and shield with ease, space was a luxury she dared not abuse.
Undeterred, Limone picked up another tart—the very one Fontina had been eyeing next. "Alright then, open wide!" she teased, attempting to feed it to Helene.
Helene chuckled, gently accepting the offering. "Thank you, but I can feed myself." She took a delicate bite. "These really are good."
Fontina's shoulders slumped as she watched yet another desired pastry slip away. Kaede noticed her dismay and approached Helene. "Do you mind sharing a piece for Fontina? She really wanted to try one of the tarts."
Helene's eyes softened. "Of course." She carefully divided the tart, handing half to Kaede. "Enjoy, Fontina."
Kaede returned to Fontina's side, offering the treat. "I'm sorry I didn't grab one sooner."
Fontina's eyes lit up as she took a bite. The rich flavors danced across her palate—the creamy custard, the tangy fruit, the buttery crust. Her fingers trembled slightly as she savored the moment. "Ah... so good..." she whispered, a blissful smile spreading across her face.
The cabin door opened gently, and the captain stepped in with a courteous bow. "Your Highness, we will be arriving in Macaron shortly. Thank you for choosing our service."
Fontina straightened, the reality of their journey settling back in. She turned to Kaede. "I should probably explain a bit about the wedding."
Fontina began to explain the significance of the upcoming union between Crown Prince Renard Val Dacquoise and Lady Amelie de Macaron. "The marriage is more than a celebration," she said, her eyes reflecting a mix of hope and excitement. "It's a beacon of hope for our kingdom, a sign that we're finally healing after the Great Divine War."
She paused thoughtfully before listing the royal family, providing context for each member:
"First, there's King Aelric Val Dacquoise. He's highly favored by the people. Before he ascended to the throne, he had a brief but legendary stint as an adventurer. Tales of his bravery and wisdom are still told across the land. His leadership has been pivotal in rebuilding the kingdom."
"Then we have Prince Renard Val Dacquoise, the crown prince. He's marrying Lady Amelie de Macaron, which is significant because it unites two of the most influential houses in Dacquoise. Prince Renard is well-respected by both the nobility and the common folk. He's known for his honor, compassion, and dedication to the prosperity of the kingdom."
"Princess Elowen Val Dacquoise is next. She's a bit carefree and loves indulging in fine food and luxuries. She prefers to enjoy life rather than focus on royal duties, but her charm and vivacity make her beloved at court."
"Prince Edmont Val Dacquoise is quite shy but incredibly intelligent. He's a scholar at heart, always buried in books or working on plans to improve the kingdom. His insights have led to advancements in our infrastructure and education."
"Then there's Prince Casimir Val Dacquoise. He's ambitious and has a strong presence. His ideas for the future are... bold, and he certainly brings a unique energy to the royal family."
"And finally, Princess Cherry Val Dacquoise—the king's niece and the daughter of his late brother, who heroically fell during the Battle of Mothergreen. She's only ten but is doing her best to become the leader Madeline needs."
Fontina smiled softly. "With the royal family united and Prince Renard's marriage strengthening alliances, there's a real sense of optimism. It's a wonderful opportunity for you to network with some of Dacquoise's most important people."
Kaede listened intently. "Is the kingdom unstable right now?"
Fontina shook her head, a confident smile forming on her lips. "Actually, the kingdom is at relative peace. With the conclusion of the Great Divine War and the establishment of peace treaties with Northi and Westria, we've been able to focus on rebuilding. This marriage symbolizes a new era of prosperity for us. There's no significant opposition to it."
She adjusted her glasses, her eyes gleaming with a hint of pride. "In fact, our relations with neighboring regions have improved considerably. Take Nuren, for instance. It was under Northi control for a time, but they've finally acknowledged that it's Axian land by right. The Nurenese themselves wanted to return to Dacquoise, and now they're back where they belong. It's a testament to our kingdom's growing strength and influence."
Kaede tilted her head thoughtfully. "So, there's no chance of any outside interference during the wedding?"
Fontina waved a dismissive hand. "Unlikely. Our borders are secure, and our alliances are strong. Even a Sorthen aerial battalion would have trouble penetrating our defenses. We have aerial scouts patrolling constantly. There's really nothing to worry about from the outside. It would take some act of god for something truly disastrous to happen."
Yasha interjected, her gaze still fixed out the window, ever vigilant. "That doesn't mean we can relax. With the entire royal family in one place, it would be the perfect opportunity for those with ill intentions—whether from within or without—to strike."
Fontina's expression grew more serious. "You're right, Yasha. Even in times of peace, we must remain vigilant. There are always those who might wish us harm, or who see opportunity in moments of celebration."
Fontina nodded solemnly. "That's why we wanted extra security. An emergency can arise when least expected."
Kaede's eyes sharpened. "We should scout the venue. Know the area well, just in case."
Fontina turned to Yasha, adjusting her glasses nervously. "Yasha, what's the plan for security? Who should be in charge of what?"
Limone raised her hand enthusiastically. "I'm gonna protect Helhel!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Yasha arched an eyebrow, her arms crossed. "Limone, your duty is to protect the princess. Helene can take care of herself."
Limone pouted playfully. "Nothing's going to happen with Yasha around though..." She grinned mischievously, casting a wink at Yasha.
Yasha sighed softly. "Regardless, we all have our roles. Helene and Limone will stay near Princess Cherry at all times. If one of you needs to step away, make sure the other is close by. Lanes and Kaede, you two can discreetly scout the area when we land."
Lanes nodded in agreement. "Understood. I'll do a sweep of the path we'll be taking, check for anything out of the ordinary."
Helene offered a reassuring smile. "Princess Cherry is always our first consideration," she affirmed, her gaze steady.
Limone twirled a lock of her hair, still grinning. "Fine, fine. I'll stick with the princess. But if Helhel needs me, I'm there in a flash!"
Fontina relaxed slightly, grateful for Yasha's leadership. "Thank you, Yasha. Having a solid plan puts my mind at ease."
Yasha glanced around at the group. "Remember, while we should remain vigilant, we also need to respect the security already in place. Acting overly cautious could reflect poorly on Princess Cherry. Let's perform our duties without causing unnecessary alarm."
Fontina's eyes lit up in understanding, adjusting her glasses slightly and nodding to Yasha's remark, "Very perceptive... this is a celebration after all."
Kaede smirked, her tail swishing lightly. "Got it. We'll keep a low profile while keeping our eyes open."
Limone leaned over to Helene, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Looks like we're on princess duty together! This is gonna be fun!"
Helene chuckled softly. "Indeed. Let's make sure Princess Cherry feels safe and enjoys the wedding."
The airship began its descent, the city of Macaron unfolding below like a tapestry woven with threads of gold and stone. Spires reached toward the heavens, and the streets buzzed with life in anticipation of the royal wedding.
Fontina took a deep breath. "We're entering a new chapter, one that could shape the future of Dacquoise."
Princess Cherry gazed out the window, her reflection overlaying the cityscape. Her youthful face bore the weight of her lineage, but her eyes held a determined light. "I hope that, in some small way, I can help our people move forward."
Kaede placed a hand over her heart. "We'll do everything we can to ensure your safety and the success of this event."
Yasha nodded, her expression softening ever so slightly. "Together, we'll face whatever comes."
As the Brigantine touched down, the group prepared to step into the grand tapestry of royal politics, alliances, and unseen dangers. The scent of blooming lilies drifted on the breeze, mingling with the distant sound of celebratory bells.
But beneath the veneer of festivity, a quiet tension lingered—an unspoken understanding that peace is fragile, and the shadows often hold secrets yet to be unveiled.
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The ceremony unfolded in the heart of Macaron's grand garden, a masterpiece of manicured hedges, vibrant blooms, and gently trickling fountains. Nobles from every corner of the kingdom had gathered, their finest attire turning the garden into a sea of rich fabrics and glittering jewels. Entertainers wove through the crowd, and the scent of gourmet dishes wafted from elegantly arranged tables.
Princess Cherry stood amidst the splendor, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and humility. Despite her royal blood, such extravagance was a world apart from her modest life in Madeline. Yet, she held herself with grace, her tiara catching the light as she moved. Unlike her royal counterparts, she insisted that her entourage be seated beside her, valuing their companionship over strict protocol.
The wedding itself was a vision of perfection. Vows were exchanged beneath an archway of blooming roses, tears glistened in the eyes of onlookers, and a new princess was crowned. King Aelric, a figure often seen as stoic and unyielding, openly wept into the shoulder of his closest friend—a muscular man adorned with tribal tattoos and a bandana that barely tamed his wild hair.
"Ah, Aelric," the man boomed with a hearty laugh that resonated through the garden. "They grow up so fast, don't they?"
The king chuckled between sniffles. "Indeed they do, old friend."
The man clapped the king on the back before standing. "But I've had too much to drink! Nature calls!" He handed his backpack to the king. "Hold this for me, will you?"
King Aelric accepted it with a nod, still dabbing at his eyes. "Of course."
The crowd shared in the laughter, the light-hearted exchange easing the formality of the occasion. It was moments like these that endeared the king to his people—a monarch who could share in their joys and sorrows alike.
As the ceremony transitioned into a lively reception, the grand hall buzzed with excitement. The newlyweds, Prince Renard and Lady Amelie, began the traditional procession of greeting their guests. Hand in hand, they moved gracefully from table to table, starting with the most esteemed nobles and foreign dignitaries. Laughter and well-wishes followed them as they exchanged pleasantries with influential lords and ladies, their conversations filled with promises of prosperous alliances and mutual support.
Prince Renard's siblings were next. They lingered at Princess Elowen's table, where she basked in the attention, her plate adorned with the finest delicacies. She giggled and whispered, drawing amused smiles from those around her. At Prince Edmont's side, they shared thoughtful discussions about the kingdom's future, his shy demeanor softened by his brother's encouraging words.
When they reached Prince Casimir, the atmosphere shifted subtly. His sharp gaze met theirs, and a polite but distant conversation ensued. Whispers followed their departure, a murmur of courtly intrigue that faded as the couple moved on.
Throughout this, Princess Cherry sat patiently at her table near the edge of the grand hall. Her entourage surrounded her—Fontina, Yasha, Kaede, Helene, Limone, and Lanes—all seated closely as she had insisted. The distant placement was a subtle reminder of her status within the royal hierarchy: a princess by title but removed from the immediate line of succession and the center of courtly affairs.
Finally, after attending to the higher-ranking nobles and royal siblings, Prince Renard and Lady Amelie approached Princess Cherry's table. His face aglow with happiness, Prince Renard smiled warmly upon seeing his young cousin.
"Ah, my dear Cherry," he greeted, his tone affectionate as he inclined his head. "It's so good to see you here."
Princess Cherry gracefully stood and offered a curtsey. "Congratulations on your wedding day, Cousin Renard," she replied softly. With a gentle gesture, she introduced those seated beside her. "May I present my dear companions? This is Fontina, my trusted advisor; Yasha, our vigilant protector; Kaede, a skilled adventurer aiding us; Helene, whose wisdom guides us; Limone, ever brave and steadfast; and Lanes, our keen-eyed scout."
Prince Renard's eyes swept over the group, his smile sincere. "It's wonderful to meet those who are close to you," he said. Turning back to Cherry, his expression softened further. "That's what I admire about you, Cherry. You're just like Father—graceful and down-to-earth. You treat everyone with genuine kindness and respect. I only wish our siblings would learn to take on your temperament."
Princess Cherry blushed slightly, humbled by his praise. "You're too kind, Cousin Renard. I simply believe in valuing those around me."
Lady Amelie stepped forward, her hand gently resting on Renard's arm. "Princess Cherry, I've heard so much about you," she said warmly. "Renard speaks highly of your dedication and spirit."
"Please, call me Amelie," she insisted with a gracious smile. "It's clear that you hold those around you in high regard. Inviting your companions to sit with you speaks volumes of your character."
Princess Cherry nodded modestly. "They have stood by me through much. It feels only right to share this celebration with them."
Prince Renard exchanged a pleased glance with his bride before addressing Cherry once more. "Your presence here means a great deal. With family like you, I'm confident in the future of our kingdom."
Amelie's eyes softened as she looked at Cherry. "I hope we can work together to make Dacquoise an even more united and loving place."
Cherry's face lit up with a hopeful smile. "Nothing would make me happier. Unity is the strength of our kingdom."
As they conversed, the subtle distance between Cherry and the rest of the royal family became apparent. While she was treated with genuine affection by Prince Renard and Lady Amelie, the formalities and the order of greetings underscored her peripheral position in royal affairs. Yet, her grace in introducing her entourage and her inclusive nature did not go unnoticed, earning appreciative nods from nearby guests who witnessed the exchange.
Nearby, Yasha stood vigilant, her oni features drawing occasional glances from curious guests. She bowed respectfully to the prince and princess but remained silent, her gaze ever-watchful.
Kaede rose from her seat to offer a polite bow as well. Her fox-like ears perked with interest, and her tail swayed gently behind her.
Helene, ever mindful of her charge, subtly shifted to ensure Princess Cherry remained the focal point. Her lamia form was coiled elegantly, her iridescent scales catching the ambient light.
The moment of harmony was interrupted by the arrival of Prince Edmont and Prince Casimir. Casimir's eyes gleamed with mischief as he sidled up to his brother.
"Ah, if it isn't shy Edmont," Casimir drawled. "How's the economy in Tiramisu these days?"
Edmont sighed, irritation flickering across his features. "Casimir, I'm here to greet our cousin. Must you always turn everything into a competition?"
Casimir smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of arrogance and disdain. "Just pointing out the facts. Sableton is thriving, while Tiramisu... well, it's seen better days." He snapped his fingers sharply, and a Rabbitfolk girl stepped forward from behind him. She was petite, with soft gray fur and long ears that drooped slightly. Around her neck was a silver collar adorned with intricate engravings, a small lock hanging from it. Her attire was simple and modest, a stark contrast to the opulence surrounding them.
"Hold my glass bitch," Casimir ordered curtly, not bothering to glance at her.
The Rabbitfolk girl obediently took the glass, her eyes downcast and expression unreadable.
Prince Edmont's expression darkened at the sight. "Casimir, must you flaunt such practices here? I hope our brother will soon abolish this throughout the kingdom."
Casimir laughed dismissively, a cold edge to his voice. "We govern our territories as we see fit, Edmont. Cheap labor leads to economic success. It's simple mathematics." He cast a sneering glance toward Kaede and Helene, his gaze lingering mockingly on their non-human features. "After all, not everyone can afford such... esteemed help."
Turning his attention back to Princess Cherry, Casimir gestured to the woman beside him—a serene figure with long green hair and delicate Fae-like ears. She wore elegant attire, but there was a subtle stiffness in her posture, and a faint mark resembling a brand was visible just above her glove line.
"Cherry, meet my attendant. I don't believe you've had the pleasure," Casimir said smoothly.
The woman offered a polite nod, her eyes reflecting a muted resignation.
Casimir leaned in toward Cherry, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You have quite the entourage," he remarked, his tone dripping with feigned admiration. "If you're ever in need of additional assistance—or perhaps looking to enhance your staff—I have connections that could be of service. Madeline could benefit greatly from more... efficient labor."
Princess Cherry's eyes narrowed slightly, discomfort flickering across her face. "Thank you, Casimir, but I'm quite content with those who choose to stand by me."
Casimir shrugged nonchalantly. "Suit yourself." Without waiting for a response, he reached over and snatched a delicacy from Limone's plate, popping it into his mouth with a satisfied sigh. "Delicious," he proclaimed, a crumb clinging to his cheek.
He snapped his fingers again. "Lick it bitch," he commanded.
The Rabbitfolk girl stepped forward without hesitation. Instead of using a cloth, she gently ate the crumb from his face, her gaze fixed on the ground.
Limone's face turned crimson. "S-she... she just licked it off!" she stammered, eyes wide with disbelief
Casimir noticed Limone's reaction and smirked. "Is there a problem?" he asked mockingly. "Efficiency is key, wouldn't you agree?"
Edmont's patience had worn thin. Clenching his jaw, he shot Casimir a glare but chose to hold his tongue. With a curt nod to Princess Cherry, he said, "Enjoy the rest of the evening, cousin." He turned sharply and walked away, unwilling to cause a scene but clearly disturbed by the exchange.
Casimir watched his brother leave, a satisfied glint in his eye. "Some people simply can't handle progress," he mused aloud. Turning back to Cherry, he added with a sly smile, "Remember what I said, cousin. Power and authority are the foundations of a strong country. If you ever wish to elevate Madeline's status, you know where to find me."
With that, he gave a wave and sauntered away, his attendant following closely behind.
Fontina's hand tightened around her napkin, but she remained silent, a storm of emotions flickering across her features.
Casimir grinned broadly at Cherry. "Power and authority—that's how you build a strong country. Remember that, Cousin." With a booming laugh, he sauntered away, his entourage trailing behind.
Yasha's eyes narrowed as she observed the exchange. Leaning subtly toward Kaede and Helene, she whispered, "That backpack the king is holding—isn't it suspicious? The man who left it hasn't returned."
Kaede's ears twitched thoughtfully. "I don't have a way to check its contents without drawing attention. Tracking him might be possible if we had more to go on."
Helene glanced toward the king's table. "We need to be cautious. Something feels off."
Prince Renard stood at the head of the table, the golden glow of the setting sun casting a warm light over the garden. He smiled at his new bride, Lady Amelie, before turning to address the crowd of gathered nobles and family.
"My dear friends, family, and honored guests," he began, his voice carrying effortlessly across the gathering, rich with emotion and sincerity. "Today marks a moment not just of personal joy for myself and my beloved Amelie, but also a celebration of something greater -- unity for all of Dacquoise."
The crowd fell silent, all eyes fixed on the prince, their attention unwavering as they awaited his words.
"In times of hardship, it is our togetherness that sees us through. Let this day be a reminder that our strength lies in unity, in the bonds we share. Together, we will build a future where prosperity and peace are not just hopes but realities."
His gaze swept over the assembled nobles and guests, meeting eyes filled with hope and admiration. "Our kingdom has endured much, from the ravages of war to the challenges of rebuilding. Yet, here we stand, stronger and more resilient than ever before. This marriage symbolizes the dawn of a new era—an era where collaboration and mutual respect guide our path forward."
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the hearts of those present. The soft rustling of silk and the gentle clinking of glasses were the only sounds accompanying his heartfelt message.
"Let us not forget the sacrifices made by those who came before us. Their courage and dedication have paved the way for our prosperity. It is our duty to honor their legacy by continuing to uphold the values of honor, integrity, and compassion."
Prince Renard lifted his glass higher, the crystal catching the light and casting sparkling reflections around the garden. "To unity, to family, and to the bright future ahead!"
The assembled nobles raised their glasses in unison, their faces illuminated by smiles and the warm glow of the evening lights. The moment was perfect—filled with hope, love, and the promise of better days to come.
A chorus of cheers rose up as everyone raised their glasses in unison. Princess Cherry stood alongside her companions, the collective hope of the kingdom reflected in her eyes.
But the moment of shared joy was shattered in an instant.
A sudden stillness gripped the garden, a palpable tension that set the hairs on the back of one's neck standing on end. Without warning, a pillar of smoke erupted at the center of the gathering, followed by a blinding flash of light. Time seemed to slow as an oppressive silence descended.
From the heart of the smoke, something monstrous began to take shape. As the light expanded dust coalesced into bone; sinew and muscle wove themselves over a towering frame. The creature that emerged stood over eighty feet tall, its form a grotesque amalgamation of wood and flesh. A deer-like head sat atop its massive shoulders, crowned with sprawling antlers that seemed to scrape the very sky. Its skin resembled twisted bark, pulsing with a sickly green luminescence. Where a mouth should have been, there was nothing—only an unsettling void.
Panic erupted as the creature lashed out with a colossal arm. Nobles and guards alike were sent hurtling through the air like leaves in a storm. The ground shook with each of its movements, the elegant garden now a scene of utter chaos.
Casimir was flung aside, his entourage scattered. Edmont was nowhere to be seen. Princess Elowen's terrified scream was cut short as she vanished beneath the creature's sweeping hand, her silken gown fluttering to the ground in tatters.
"An act of god...?" Fontina spoke under her breath, her face drained of color.
Limone's eyes were wide with horror. "What is happening?"
Princess Cherry stood paralyzed, her mind struggling to comprehend the nightmare unfolding before her. Around her, the world was collapsing into madness.
Yasha reacted first. "We are leaving. Now!" She grabbed Princess Cherry, pulling her away just as the creature's massive hand descended toward them.
Kaede seized Fontina's arm. "Snap out of it! We have to move!"
All around them, the creature's wooden scales began to fall away, transforming into pinecones as they hit the ground. From each pinecone, small wooden sprites sprouted, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent. They swarmed forward, adding to the chaos.
The creature emitted a deafening roar, a sound that reverberated deep within their bones. A dark miasma billowed forth, only perceivable by those sensitive to magic, sweeping over the remaining guests. One by one, they collapsed, overcome by the sheer overwhelming magical evil.
Amidst the despair, a lone figure stepped forward. A woman with flowing blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, her demeanor radiating calm amidst the storm. Raising a hand, she traced a sigil in the air. "Zero Impact!"
A shimmering shell of energy shot forward, striking the creature's hand and forcing it open. Prince Casimir, trapped within its grasp, was enveloped in a protective sphere of light.
"Alchemic Flare!" she commanded, she snapped her fingers as a fireball burst into existence that engulfed the creature's arm. The fiery explosion tore through wood and flesh, causing the beast to recoil in pain. Casimir fell to the ground, shielded by the woman's magic.
But the creature was relentless. Its wounds began to regenerate, the charred wood knitting back together with unnatural speed.
"Get the princess out of here!" Limone shouted, her usual carefree demeanor replaced with fierce determination.
Helene moved swiftly, coiling protectively around Princess Cherry. "I've got her," she affirmed.
Yasha took charge. "This way! Keep moving!"
As they raced through the garden, Lanes readied his crossbow, losing a bolt at one of the advancing sprites. "Go! I'll cover you!"
The creature, enraged, raised a massive foot to crush them. The shadow loomed overhead, the weight of impending doom bearing down.
Suddenly, a fiery streak cut through the sky. The tattooed man from earlier descended with meteoric force. "Dragunov! Release!" Flames erupted around his arm, transforming it into a draconic appendage.
"Dragunov Intercept!" he roared, his fiery fist colliding with the creature's foot. The impact was explosive, a shockwave rippling outward. He strained against the colossal weight, muscles bulging as he pushed back.
"Get out of here! I'll handle this!" he bellowed, glancing back with fierce eyes.
The party didn't hesitate. Amidst the chaos, they fled, weaving through the debris and fleeing sprites. The once-beautiful garden was now a battlefield, screams and explosions filling the air.
"Thank you, old man!" Kaede shouted over her shoulder, her gratitude directed at the tattooed warrior who had bought them precious time.
As they reached the outskirts, Kaede glanced back. The creature towered against the skyline, locked in combat with the tattooed warrior. Fires raged, and the sky was darkened by smoke.
Fontina stumbled, her breath ragged. "What was that thing? How is this happening?"
Yasha's gaze was steely. "Questions later. Right now, we need to find safety and regroup."
Limone nodded, supporting a shaken Fontina. "The city will be in chaos. We need a secure location."
Helene cradled Princess Cherry, who had slipped into unconsciousness from shock. "We must protect her at all costs."
Lanes caught up to them, his expression grim. "The guards are overwhelmed. Whatever that creature is, it's beyond anything we've faced."
Kaede's eyes narrowed. "Then we'll have to think smarter. The airship dock is the best way out of the city."
Yasha took the lead. "Then that's where we'll go. Stay alert."
Yasha led the group with unwavering focus, her eyes scanning for threats as they sprinted toward the airship docks. The weight of their mission pressed heavily upon them: protect Princess Cherry at all costs.
Lanes kept pace beside her, his crossbow at the ready. The grim determination on his face mirrored the urgency of their flight. They navigated narrow alleys and twisted pathways, the familiar streets now a gauntlet of danger. All around them, nobles and commoners alike scrambled for safety, their faces masks of panic. Tiny wooden figures swarmed out from the direction of the garden, leaping to claw at any of those that had fallen to the ground or grouping up to bring down even the trained guards that were responding to the madness.
As they turned a corner, their path was blocked by a horrifying sight. A monstrous creature, towering fifteen feet tall, stood before them. Its skin resembled gnarled tree bark, twisted and knotted, and its eyes glowed with a malevolent hunger. Sharp, blood-stained teeth jutted from a mouth that seemed too large for its equine skull—a grotesque parody of a horse born from nightmares.
Limone's breath caught in her throat. Drawing her sword, she stepped forward despite the tremor in her hands. "You guys go... protect the princess!" she shouted, her voice betraying both fear and resolve. "I'll defeat this... we can't let it slow us down!"
Yasha moved to her side, her spear gleaming. "It's best we all defeat it together. If it gets past you and chases after us, we'll be fighting on two fronts."
Limone, brought to her senses, managed a shaky laugh. "Hey, Yasha... you ever fight a fiend before?"
"Can't say I have. Any advice?" Yasha replied calmly, eyes never leaving the creature.
Kaede joined them, hefting her greataxe. "Well, I guess we're going to try to rush it. If it's like the bigger one and regenerates, we'd better finish it off completely."
Lanes positioned himself strategically, crossbow aimed. "Don't stay beneath it if you can help it. And watch out for those smaller beasts—we don't want to get surrounded."
The creature let out a bone-chilling roar, the sound reverberating through the alley. Without warning, it charged.
"Let's show it what we can do," Yasha declared, taking a swig from the gourd at her waist. Energy surged within her as she prepared for battle.
Behind them, Helene remained coiled protectively around Princess Cherry, who was still unconscious. The lamia's eyes flickered with concern as she watched her companions move to engage the enemy. "I'm ready to follow whatever opening can be made. We need to get past this thing," she urged.
Lanes fired a volley of bolts, each one finding its mark in the creature's hide. It staggered from the hits but its charge and focus remained unchanged. "It's a fiend—silver is effective if you've got it!" he called out.
Limone dashed forward with surprising speed, thoughts split between the Princess behind her and her training with Yasha. "Limone Is The Hero Attack!!" she yelled, launching into a series of rapid slashes. Her blade clashed against the creature's jagged teeth, sparks flying with each impact. The sheer size of it was nearly too much for her attacks but she had focused on its head for a reason.
Yasha seized the opening, sidestepping the creature's lunge. With a powerful swing, she brought her spear down on its head, momentarily stunning it. Sensing a buildup of energy, she noticed the creature's horn beginning to glow ominously. Reacting swiftly, she struck the horn with all her might, severing it in a single, decisive blow. The horn exploded in a burst of light, the force pushing her back as she shielded herself from the blast.
Kaede charged in next, her greataxe cleaving into the fiend with relentless force. Each swing was fueled by determination, carving deep gashes into its wooden flesh. "Everyone, step back!" she warned. Gathering her strength, she delivered a massive overhead strike that sent a shockwave through the ground, momentarily staggering the beast.
"Thanks Kaede!" Limone seized on the opportunity and delivered a one two strike to the fiend steed's legs, causing it to buckle over as she delivered a final blow into its skull, "That's that!"
Even as the abomination of a horse began to collapse and fall, the skittering of wooden claws across cobble announced the appearance of the very tiny fiends they had been running from. “Behind!” Helene cried out even as a group launched themselves at her. She winced at their small claws finding purchase on her but her heavy armor and tough scales weren’t so easy to get through.
She swept at them with her spear, slammed one to splinters with her shield, and shot a grateful look toward Lanes as he skewered the one that had been climbing up her back toward her neck. But more were coming from the surrounding alleys and even a small amount from their path ahead.
"Tch… Korchas…we're getting pretty crowded around here," Lanes muttered. With precise movements, he hurled a flurry of knives, picking off a few of the advancing fiends.
Yasha, though fatigued, continued to fight with unwavering resolve. She skewered two of the Korchas with a single thrust, then turned her spear to another of the tiny fiends, each strike fueled by determination to protect her friends and Princess Cherry.
“We can’t get stuck here! Helene, let Kaede take charge of the Princess! I need you holding our backs with Limone!” Yasha barked out, even as she fended off more of the tiny, murderous creatures. “Lanes, clear the way for Kaede! Fontina, stick close! MOVE!”
The small Royal Guard of Princess Cherry reacted instantly and Kaede suddenly had to juggle her axe and the Princess. As she passed Yasha, she took a moment to whisper a prayer to Yggdrasil for protection and mending, placing a faintly glowing hand on the worst of the oni’s wounds. Lanes was already clearing the path, crossbow bolts and throwing knives picking out targets as fast as he could loose them. Kaede charged in his wake, axe awkwardly clutched in one hand, Princess Cherry held protectively in the other. Yasha and Fontina followed closely, Fontina sending a worried look over her shoulder at the two they were leaving behind.
Helene and Limone stood as a bulwark in the center of the street. The fiends would have to climb over them to get by them. Which is something they immediately tried to do as they swarmed onto Limone. Helene watched in horror as her friend struggled, Limone’s normally bubbly attitude rapidly giving way to panic. Her sword slashed out, desperate to get the creatures off her, but they nimbly avoided the strikes, crawling toward the areas where her armor didn’t cover.
Helene watched in horror as Limone struggled. Her lighter armor and lack of scales made her dangerously vulnerable.
“You have to run, Limone! You have to run NOW! I have you covered!” Helene yelled, her voice cutting through the din of combat. An aura of menace rolled off her in waves, distracting and drawing the attention of the sprites. Even as they bit into her and clawed at her, Helene’s training allowed her to capitalize on those moments of distraction to deliver punishing blows.
Limone turned to Helene, her voice rising in a mix of panic and determination. "Ahhhh! OK, I’m going! Aaaaauuwwaaaa! Limone Hero Strike!!" she cried out, charging forward. Her blade gleamed in the sunlight, slicing through the air like a shining ray as she threw the sprites off balance with her rapid strikes.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. Without hesitation, she turned her back and began to run, trusting completely in her squad member. She didn’t need to say a word—she had absolute faith that Helene could handle the rest.
Fontina was suddenly running back, dangerously exposing herself away from the protection of Yasha and Kaede, as she rushed to help the faltering rear guard. She didn’t even notice she was in danger until Kaede’s axe crashed into the street behind her, the wooden remains of the fiend that had been lunging at her back scattered across the cobble.
"Fontina, try to keep yourself closer to me and behind me so I can protect you as well," Kaede shouted over the chaos, her voice firm and commanding.
“A-ah! Right! Sorry!” Fontina yelped, fumbling in her pockets. She pulled out a potion bottle and shakily handed it to Limone. The bubbly guard gave her a bright smile, grabbed both the potion bottle and Fontina’s hand, and pulled her at a sprint back toward Kaede. Even while running, Limone guzzled the potion, carelessly tossing the empty bottle over her shoulder.
"Ahhh, thanks, Fontina! I’ll make you some cookies later!" Limone promised, flashing a grin.
Fontina’s face twisted in a mix of annoyance and relief. "Uh, you better!"
"Helene, start moving towards us quickly! We need to get out of here—the way is almost fully cleared!" Kaede shouted towards her group as she cleaved a Korcha in half before pushing forward more aggressively.
The party raced through the streets, leaving a pile of fiend bodies in their wake. Their hearts pounded as they sprinted past the river, nearing another bridge. Ahead, they spotted a garrison, guards already in position. One of the guards, a woman, waved them down, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Heyyyyy! Over here!"
Limone, limping but determined, urged herself to keep going. The Korchas were still in pursuit, their numbers seemingly endless.
"Make ready... Fire!" the guard commanded.
A synchronized volley of gunfire erupted, the sound deafening. Bullets tore through the air, decimating the sprites that trailed the party. The Korchas fell in droves, their wooden forms splintering under the assault.
Limone cheered breathlessly as she jumped over a wooden box used as a barricade "We made it! Take that, you stupid fiends! MEAT FOR DINNER!"
The guard approached, her expression stern but relieved. "This route is secure for now. We've set up defensive lines to contain the fiends. You need to get to safety."
Yasha nodded appreciatively. "Thank you. We need to reach the airship docks."
The guard pointed down a side street. "Follow this path. It'll take you straight there. Be careful—the city is still under attack."
