by SoggyPeach » Sat Apr 15, 2023 7:20 am
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by _mirage_ » Sat Apr 15, 2023 8:52 am
by Skipena » Sat Jun 10, 2023 8:01 am
by opaquii » Sat Jun 10, 2023 3:44 pm
Skipena wrote:I actually have a question about the current event. Could the artwork be a collab with your partner? Like one does lines and one does coloring? Or do they both need separate artwork?
by rivvrstyx » Sun Jun 18, 2023 3:38 am
FAV LINES <3
Deer | Koi
Deep Sea | Shark
I Tripped | Dragon
Big Wing
by kijauni » Mon Jul 17, 2023 9:41 am
(")Thoughts(") I Special Things I "Spoken Words" 
𝔄rgus lifted his head slightly.
He could barely see the figure towering above him. The light coming through the window blinded him, he had to blink.
Slowly the shadow came closer, becoming more visible. Argus gulped and lowered his head. He was nervous, he could feel the sweat on his paws. He looked to his left side.
There, as it has been custody since a few years now, was his friend and companion, Achilles. He was also bowing down to the shadowy figure of the King approaching them.
The backlight made his fur extra red, giving him a halo. Achilles looked to the site, as if he had noticed Argus glance. A small smile danced over his lips, then he discretely pointed Argus to lower his head more.
Argus looked down again. He locked his eyes on the ground in front of him. Listened to the footsteps coming closer, heavy from the weight of the crown.
"My life is about to change forever... but will it be for the better?"
𝔗he sun was beaming down on the tiny sproutlings. You could tell they needed water - quick! Argus' Father could tell that too. And he could make it very clear that it was Argus Job to water them. Grumbling, Argus' dragged the water bucket on the cart. He always had to do the hard work.
Yes, of course. Not always, always but his Dad never watered the potato plants. He always was busy, cooking or mashing the potatos, or feeding the few animals they had, or paying bills or whatever else a Dad does.
His mum and sister usually spend all day on the market, selling the potatoes earned through hard labour and the prepared meals off.
Argus kicked a stone. The cart pulled heavy on him. Why had water be so heavy? He rolled his eyes. A thought crossed his mind. What kind of potato recipe would his Dad serve today for dinner? He kicked another stone. Probably mashed potatos, he had seen his Dad getting the masher out. A bitter grin curled Argus' lips. Oh, how much he hated potatos. How much he hated this farm. Being stuck in this little dead end place when the whole world was waiting.
Sighing, he took one of the water buckets and poured it out over the potato sproutlings. He would never get out of here. He took the next bucket. He would need money, and a lot of it. And his Dad would never allow him to leave. Argus pours the bucket out. Not to forget that he would never leave his sister behind, he feels responsible for her. She had such a weak constitution and with her pale skin she always looked so see-through and helpless.
As Argus poured the last bucket over, he could hear some commotion approaching. He squinted into the starting sunset. Were there Riders on the horizon? They seemed to head for the small potato farm. Argus could see his father leaving the house and standing in their yard, waiting for the riders. What could they want?
"𝔒uch!!!" Argus quickly withdrew his paw but it was too late. He could see the blood coming out of a small wound in his paw. He looked angry down on the evil enemy causing such pain. It was a small shard, probably the leftovers of a once lovely, but now broken pottery. Maybe a mug - he thought while sucking his thumb. Whatever it was and whyever it was here, didn't matter though. It had cut his paw while weeding the plants between the ripping potato plants. They've already grown so much in the past months and soon will be ready for harvest. Currently, they were sporting the most beautiful, tiny, white flowers in the world. They looked fragile and as if they would fall off if you touch them. However, they were super sturdy, withstanding storms and even frost. They reminded Argus of his sister. She also seemed weak, pale, helpless yet she has proven so much strength the past months. The way she was holding herself up while everything was crumbling around them, Argus has never been more impressed and surprised by one person. He had never seen his Dad with such deep wrinkles across his forehead, his mum with such dark shadows underneath her eyes...
The taste of blood in his mouth woke Argus out of his dark thoughts. He had to get a small bandaid for the cut as it wouldn't stop bleeding. He turned his back on the field and walked towards the farm.
As he approached, he could hear voices in the air. First, they were faint like the first rays of sunshine in the morning. But they quickly became louder while Argus approached - mostly because the discussion seemed to become more heated.
"... has to fulfill it..." he heard a foreign voice, not unpleasant to the ear. "We can't.... even if we could... need help." Was his fathers deep timbre audible next. "Why are ... those farmers... lazy!" said a third, nasal voice.
"We are not lazy! We have been working a lot the past months but what was requested is just too much for as small a farm as we are!". His fathers voice became a bit more sharp, he has been angered. Argus ducked down a bit and walked as silently as possible. Listening, his ears sharpened for any noise coming from the farm.
"It has been counted out by people, more knowledgable and more loyal to the crown as you are apparently. And they said it's managable." Argus heard the third voice speaking again. He already had a strong dislike against this Aero.
"Just give us a bit more time, I beg you. We will deliver but we need at least one more year. This years harvest is going to be rich, but last year many potato plants were destroyed by the drought." Argus heard his father plead. The sharp laughter of the third voice made him flicker his ears.
"And I wish to be the King! Or even better, married to his Daughter!" The third voice cackled on.
"We are doing our best. My son is working in the fields every day, my wife has been sewing clothing to sell, my daugh-".
"Enough!" said the first voice. "I am afraid we can not guarantee an extension. No pleading or begging will help. The Kings Riders will come to collect and you have to deliver." A short break. "I am sorry." said the first voice in a hushed tone.
When Argus entered their yard, his Dad stood in the middle. His shoulders were slacking, his ears were hanging down, his whole deminor looked broken. He stood in silence and watched the two riders disappear in the distance. He didn't move when Argus walked up next to him, only slightly tilted his head and nodded as if to say "Yes, Son. It's good you are here."
"ℌey! Don't toss them at me! We need to harvest!" his sister screamed in joy. Argus has been tossing the ripe potatos at her and she finally reacted to it. She turned around, grabbed quickly a big potato next to her and tossed her full swing towards Argus, starting the game of potato ball they've been playing since their childhood. He ducked and she went past his head. "Good Aim but" he took a small potato and threw it in her direction "Not good enough". His sister jumped out of the way, laughing loud.
"Oh, allow me to improve" she shouted. Seconds after, a poatato hit him on his arm. Nearly hard enough to leave a bruise. Argus laughed out loud, running for cover.
But as he jumped into cover and grabbed a potato, the laughter on his lips died.
Rider! Many of them.
They came to the farm, running over the front field without care of the plants. He could see Potatos fly around, get stomped on. The Plants Stem broke, soon those plants will be dead. He knew, this didn't mean good news.
Hastly, he told his sister to wait and keep harvesting. Then he rushed towards the farm. He wasn't surprised when he heard tiny, light footsteps behind him. Of course his sister wouldn't wait. She entered their yard next to him, gasping for air just like Argus did.
His Father and Mother were standing in the yard. Together, next to each other, with dark faces and a strong but tired and broken expression. They knew what was coming, everybody knew. The riders who so carelessly killed the plants, Argus and even his small sister. Everybody knew: Argus and his family wouldn't be able to deliver.
They all knew what it meant: The farm would be taken away from the family, relinquished back to it's owner. The King of Aronia.
And Argus with his family would be forced to leave this land, to leave their home. They would need to try and find new work, new land, a new home. But many farms have been returned back to the King, many farms have been destroyed by the sudden raise and so, there where many looking for work but only little work to find.
The riders galopped onto the yard, stirring up dust. They pulled on the reins of their horses. You could hear the leather squeak, the stirrups clang, the horses neigh.
When the dust settled, and you could see again, there was a fascinating picture.
On one side were at least ten riders. All but one in full armor. The one not in full armor looked like somebody you'd expect in a nice, comfy chair with heaps of scrolls covered in numbers in front of them. Not sweating on a horse, a small napkin in their paw to catch the sweatdrops rolling off their forehead.
On the other side were a group of four. Four straightfaced Aeros in farmers clothing, looking at the riders as if they'd want to make them vanish with their view. There was a looming feeling of anxious despair in the air. Once neckhairs would stand up from the tension between those two parties - and nobody said a word, broke the silence.
𝔄chilles had to hold back a yawn. Why would a knighting ceremony be so freaking early? Out of the corner of his left eye he could see the sun rise. It was a beautiful view, covering the mountains in golden light. The view was breathtaking, quite literally, as you have to hike up long and high before you reach the King's Palace. It was settled nicely on top of a mountain range, from which you can see large parts of Aronia.
He tried to focus on what was going on. His neckhair stood up slightly when he heard the King approaching, then the scratching sound of iron on leather. The King had drawn the ceremonial Sword. Achilles straightened his body, making his graceful bow look effortless. He could see the tips of the Kings Feets right in front off him. Achilles was the first of the two to get knighted.
All the years of training had come back to Achilles in less then a second after entering the palace. He knew exactly how to behave, what to say and the ways to interact with the people living there. Argus was grateful for Achilles knowledge, as it was his first time in a Palace. And Achilles was happy to teach his friend.
As the King raised his sword for the knighting, Achilles reminisced.
𝔖tep Forward, Step to the Side, Jump Back, Step Right, Jump and S W I N G!
“Good, well done! Now again!” Achilles heard his trainer shout.
Achilles lifted his Rapier again. He loved fencing, it was like dancing just more dangerous.
Step Forward, Step to the Side, Jump Back – oh no, he was too slow.
Achilles saw the wooden arm coming towards him quickly, then he felt the hard bang against his head. A few moments later he found himself on his back, his trainer with a worried face over him.
“You've been hit on the head. That means the end of todays lesson. Remember to train your steps and work on your agility. You are still too slow! Now, go and get some rest.”
With an aching head and body, Achilles slowly got to his feet. The world was spinning around him, but it slowly got better. He loved his fencing lessons until they reached the end. The end always meant that he became aware of the several bruises he got from the wooden dummy. That he still had to train with it made him upset but there was nothing he could do.
He may be the son of the Baron, but that didn't give him any authority. Only rules to follow and orders to obey. All of their servants responded directly to his Father, and only to him.
When the world stopped moving, Achilles started to make his way back into his room. Normally, he would have just disregarded his trainers' words but he didn't feel too well. The hit had been quite strong.
Upon arrival in his room, Achilles tossed his dirty clothing on the floor. The servants will clean it up later. Then he plummeted onto his bed and fell asleep within seconds, exhausted from the training, dazzled by the hit on his head.
He was awoken a few hours later by some voices in front of his door. Yawning, he looked around. The sun was about to set in front of his window. The servants had cleaned his clothes away and put some fresh clothes at the end of his bed. Achilles realised quite quickly, that his headache was gone and the dazzled feeling too. He moved his head around. Everything felt normal and in place.
Before he could even get out of bed, his door was smashed open, bringing light into the dark room. His Father, with some servants and his right hand next to him, rushed in.
“Son, your lazy days are over now. Pack your clothes and your ...” - He lifted an eyebrow as he looked around Achilles' room, filled with swords of every size and shape - “other belongings. You'll leave the castle with me tomorrow. My loyal right hand will tell you the details.” He turned towards the door and was about to leave as he remembered something. The Baron turned around again. “Oh and – I heard about your accident during your fencing lesson. The lessons are over, I can't have you injured now that you finally have a purpose.” With those words, the Baron left the room, his servants quickly following him.
The door fell into it's lock with a hollow “clang”. It was dark again. Silent. Peaceful. The Kings last words felt like they were echoing in the room, even though he was already long gone. Achilles and the right hand locked eyes. “Wh-?” but before he could start the sentence, the right hand gestured him to stop.
“There is no time for questions. You know I am the most loyal to your Father. However, I don't consider his decision about your life correct, so I will give you a chance to save your life. Your father plans to use you as a bargain in a political marriage. Normally, I'd see no problem with that but he chose the oldest, most crankiest woman who is, and I have to say again, available for marriage. She already widowed three husbands, all of them younger than her. All of them had some weird accidents. I think she plays some foul tricks and I have seen you grow up from a small boy to a man. I don't want to see you dead and witness your funeral.” Achilles opened his mouth for questions of which he had many. But the right hand shushed him again.
“I know, but no questions now. No time. Tonight, the bridge will be kept down per your fathers wish and there will be a rider waiting. Somebody trustworthy who will ride you out of your fathers reach. Make it to the bridge, unseen, and escape. Save your life. Leave everything behind which you don't need the most. Any unnecessary baggage could cause your death as your father will do everything to get you back. Now I have to leave. Take care!”
𝔗he wind was blowing through Achilles' fur. He looked up. The sun was approaching the horizon and he still hadn't reached the village the old lady had been pointing out for him. He doubted he would do it before nightfall. He doubted he would ever reach any settlement alive. He hadn’t eaten for three days.
The rider had left him one week ago, after they had been riding for several days to get out of his father‘s grasp. They had to fight off quite some pursuer who had been jumping on his father‘s high head bounty for Achilles. Alive, obviously, but a few bruises were probably okay for his father. Since they crossed the borders, the pursuer had been become less and less persistent until they didn't meet one for days. Thats when the rider left him, finished fulfilling his duty. Since then, Achilles mental and physical state has been detoriating. He had been unable to provide for himself as he had never to do this in his life before. With nobody to speak too, he had picked up talking to himself. Which has lead to the few people he actually encountered changing the side of the road. It made Achilles cackle when he thought about it. Changing the side of the road was so pointless when there is nothing but forest or open fiels around you, no other living being anywhere close. The worst was the blisters though. His paws were hurting, hot to the touch and covered with open wounds. He also had never been walking for so long, carrying so much weight on his shoulders. Achilles had been wishing countless times the rider would have left his horse for him.
Sighing, Achilles dropped his bag off his shoulder. It was hopeless to try and reach that village. So why not make camp here and now? It was a lovely forest he was walking through and just there was an opening.
He settled in and started to unpack the few things he now called his own. Besides a few clothing pieces and some necessaties for cooking, he had also taken his favourit rapier with him. Each evening, he was cleaning it, taking a few swings and training his steps. His hopes were, that he would never had to use it.
Achilles started to practice his steps.
Step forward, step to the side, jump back, step right, jump and – bamm!
Achilles had overlooked a root. He got his foot caught, tripped and fell. His head hit the ground and
D A R K N E S S
and then... there was a voice.
“Hey, you need to wake up. Hello! Listen to me. You need to wake up and drink something, eat something. And we need to look at your wound.”
It was a friendly voice. Deep but with a warm tone to it, a bit scratchy but Achilles would definitely trust the owner of this voice.
“Come on, open your eyes. I need your name.”
Achilles could feel a paw on his shoulder, shaking him. His eyelids fluttered, then he opened his eyes. And closed them immediately again. The sun was high in the sky, blinding him as he looked directly into it. A piercing pain shot through Achilles' head. Not again.
He tried opening his eyes again. This time, the sun was blocked from his view by a head. An Aero was smiling down on him. “Ha! I knew you'd make it. You got quite the sturdy head, I have to admit.” The stranger said. He pointed towards a big root on the ground. “Hit your head right there, I assume. Found you on the ground in the middle of the night.” He took a bite out of the bread he was holding in his paw. HIS BREAD, as Achilles just now realised.
With a painful groan, he got into a sitting position. The pain in his head shifted from the back of it to the side. He touched the painful spot – and quickly took his paw back. The pain had immediatly gotten worse and he could see some blood on his paw.
“No, No, No. Don't touch that! I have to check first if you are seriously injured or if it's just a flesh wound”. The stranger approached Achilles with a napkin and a water bottle.
Humming, he put some water on the napkin and started to clean Achilles' wound. While he did that, Achilles took a closer look at the surroundings. His camp was stowed away, yet the bread was left out and the few pieces he had yesterday had been halved again. There was another bag next to his. The sun was at midday, shining bright but not too hot down. The trees provided a nice shade. Achilles looked at the stranger: a mostly grey Aero, some lightning dancing around his ears, his clothes looked worn and patched up here and there, and he carried two swords on his side. A big cleaver sword. And next to it – his rapier!
Achilles made a sound and stretched his paw out to reach for it. Quickly, the strange Aero jumped back.
“No, sorry, not until I know I can trust you.” He threw the bloody napkin to their stuff.
“Good news, the wound is deep but not threatening. As I said: You got a sturdy head. So, whats your name? Mine is Argus!”.
Achilles squinted at Argus, then sighed and said “My name is Achilles. Why are you eating my bread and wear my rapier?”.
“Wow, a thank you would have been enough.” The other Aero laughed. “Well, I am wearing your rapier so you don't attack me the first chance you got. Can't be careful enough, those forests are filled with robbers and thieves.” He winked at Achilles and continued. “And I am eating your bread because I am a so called thief and I am hungry.” He took another bite, then tossed the rapier back to Achilles. “There, I think you are not much of a threat. You look like somebody who had fallen out of their nest just now. But don't you dare to attack me.”
Achilles observed Argus' every move. His head was pounding, his paws hurting, his body a wreck from the night on the hard forest floor. He had picked up the rapier and cleaned it. And, to nobody’s surprise, as soon as Argus turned his back on Achilles, he stormed forward, attacking him.
𝔄 potato flew by Achilles head. “Good haul today! You did a good job with the coach driver.” Another potato flew towards Achilles, this time he caught it.
“Thank you! Next time, we need to focus more on the passagers though. One nearly escaped.” He said, catching another Potato thrown towards him.
“I know, I know. Honestly, my fault. But we got it handled. And now, it's time for our reward. I'll be making mashed potatos for dinner, my favourite meal!” A wide smiling Aero appeared ouf of the bag filled with potatos. His grey fur was glistering in the early night.
Argus looked at Achilles and pointed towards the scar across his left eye.
“You should have jumped them like you jumped me back then! Then none of those would have even have tried to escape.” Argus laughed whole hearted while Achilles was blushing. He'd never forget the day he attacked Argus. Mostly because it's one of the reasons they are now companions since years. And secondly because the scar reminds him off it everytime he looks into his dear friends face.
Achilles stored the plundered things away. After he was done, he joined Argus on the campfire. He had just finished making dinner and so both sat around in silence, sharing a meal like it has become a habit and a treasured moment of their day since years.
Something had been saddening Argus, Achilles could tell by the face of his friend. Normally, you'd always see a smile on it. Not right now. Argus‘ eyes were fixed on the dying fire, the cracking wood, the flames searching for food.
“Your sister? Your family?” Achilles asked with a soft voice. Argus nodded, his eye filling up with tears.
“I had to think about my past life when we ate mashed potatos. I used to hate them, y'know? Now they often remind me of my lost farm, my mum and dad so far away, my little sister who...” his voice broke. He turned his head away, wiping a tear off his muzzle. “I am sorry, I didn't mean to darken the mood. I just miss her so much. Every day.”
Achilles moved closer towards Argus, wrapped his tail around him and leaned up against his shoulder. “Don't ever say sorry for it ever again. Now, tell me a story about your sister.”
And so they sat and watched the embers rise to the nightsky until they became a star. Sat, while Argus was telling about his childhood. Watched, how the moon moved across the sky. Felt, how close they have become. How they are family and each others‘ presence supports and calms the other in their loss. Helping with their search for a new life.
𝔗he King slowly let his ceremonial sword touch Achilles' left shoulder, then his right.
“I hereby declare you, Achilles, a Knight of Aronia in honour of your serving to Aronia and the crown. You can raise now and walk proudly amongst the best of Aronia.”
Achilles raised his head. Then he got up and stood next to the other knights, watching as the King approached Argus.
He had been knighted. His life was changed from now on, different from what it was before.
He would be welcome anywhere, would be greeted with joy and treated with respect. He wouldn't need to live in the woods anymore and rob other poor Aeros from the little they posess, just to sustain.
And all of this, just because of one lucky encounter.
One correctly made decision.
A single, saved life.
Everything bad was forgiven.
“𝔚e have to get close enough.”
“No, we are already close enough. Believe me, we made the hole deep enough so the wheel will break. Then they have to stop anyway. It's just important they don't see us before the hole.”
Achilles didn't like it when Argus used his officer voice – but he was right. The hole would make the coach stop, no matter what. They would be confused and easy targets. He just had to stay patient.
“Where did u get the tip from again?” asked Argus.
“Oh, you know. I've been hanging around that one pub and just eavesdropped on a conversation. They said something about an important coach which needs to be undercover and quickly moved because of the high value of the cargo. Then they said roughly which route and left the pub and thats it. All I know and all you know,” explained Achilles.
Argus nodded and smiled wide. “Okay. Lets just hope you eavesdropped on correct information.”
Turning around, Argus squinted against the light and looked out of his hiding spot. He couldn't see any movement on the road. They were in a dark forest, made up nearly entirely from Fir trees. There was a rocky road with many holes winding through. And as Argus knew, one of the leaf filled holes, hid a deep secret.
They had been waiting since before sunrise and it was already nearing early afternoon. He understood that Achilles had become fidgety and tired of waiting. But their supplies had nearly run out and local authorities have become closer and closer to their hideout. They needed the boost of supplies or something they could sell off to refill their stash and then move out of this area.
Suddenly, Argus could hear a breaking branch. He jumped up – and then sighed as he realised that it was only Achilles who tried to climb up the tree they've been hiding under.
“What the hell are you doing there?” said Argus under his breath. “You are going to reveal our position. Everybody can see you far and wide!”
“Not if I am up there.” Achilles pointed. Above the small branch he was on was a bigger branch with many leaves. It was the right height to see even further down the road, would hide Achilles' bright, red fur and bring him in a good ambush position – well, would have, if they had a bow.
Argus watched as Achilles prepared for the jump to the higher branch. Achilles tensed up and leaped. A distant rattling disturbed the silence. Distracted, Argus turned his head. Was the coach coming? He could hear a faint scream. As he turned around, he could see Achilles dangling from the upper branch.
“I heard a noise. It distracted me and I nearly missed that branch.” Achilles said, exhausted from holding onto the branch. He started to climb up. Then he froze.
He whispered: “The coach. I can see it. Oh, it's coming so fast. We need to hide quickly.”
Argus quickly turned around and ducked into the bush. He could see the red tail of Achilles vanishing behind the leaves of the branch. Quietly, they watched the coach come closer.
It was indeed a very fast coach. Unusually fast for one which carried valuable supplies. Argus looked up to Achilles. He gestured towards him to wait, as he could see that Achilles was ready to attack. For a short second, Argus remembered that spoiled Aero he found on the Forest Floor years ago and what a mighty warrior he has now become. He even switched his silly rapier for a proper sword – altho he still owns that poke stick.
Focusing again on the coach, Argus started to analyse the situation. It was a light coach with golden details around the door. It looked like it belonged to somebody important. Three riders accompanied the coach driver. All of them were heavily armed. They possessed swords, one even carrying a crossbow.
For a moment, Argus wondered if the coach itself might be the valuable posession they wanted to steal. As this thought became more and more apparent in his thinking, he watched worried how the coach came closer and then, went quickly past the two Aeros in their hiding spot.
For a blink of a second, Argus could swear he saw a scared face in the back window.
Seconds after they could hear it, a loud C R A C K – the front wheel of the coach was in shambles. The coach immediatly came to a halt. There was a loud scream from inside the coach. The three riders came back to the coach and everybody stood for a moment, in confusion.
Argus had signaled Achilles that now was the time to attack. They rushed forward, their blades drawn, a scream on their lips! The confused face of the four Aeros around the Coach vanished and changed to angered fear.
Achilles lifted his blade over his head and swung it down.
𝔗he cold Iron of the blade made Argus shiver for a second as the ceremonial sword touched his shoulder.
“I hereby declare you, Argus, a Knight of Aronia in honour of your serving to Aronia and the crown. You can raise now and walk proudly amongst the best of Aronia.”
Argus got on his feet. He watched as the King slowly, ceremonially walked back to his throne. With a spinning head from what just happened, Argus walked next to his friend. His best friend. Whom had been knighted with him. Just a moment ago.
“Silence!” the King demanded. “I chose to give the honour of being a Knight to those two admirable Aeros. They deserve this, as they saved my lovely daughter and only child from a gruesome kidnapping.” The King had a look of anger written all over his face.
Achilles could tell that the King struggled for composure for a few seconds. But soon, his face was back to allmighty graceness again.
He continued.
“I'll give each of those two young, brave Aeros a plot of land in my kingdom. They will be the ruler and protector of that land. To you, Achilles, I give the land in the north. It is a forest area and I have heard, that you have a lot of skill regarding trees and the climbing of the previous named.” You couldn't tell by the Kings face if he had just done a joke or not.
His eyes shifted over to Argus and he continued: “And to you, Argus, I shall give the land in the west. A very open, fruitful land which houses many farms. I know for sure, that you enjoy mashed potatos a lot.” Now you could see the tiniest of a smile in the Kings Eyes.
“The new Knights will be sent out to their new land the next morning. They will be accompanied by four loyal Aeros, each to support them in their endeavour to manage their land. Thus conclude today. May the Celebrations begin.” The King clapped his hands together and some servants showed up, carrying all kinds of foods and drinks. Music started to play discretely and the people who had been observing the ceremony started to move around, talk, and socialize.
Argus and Achilles kinda shuffled through the masses. Still totally encapsulated by what just had happend. After some time, they both heard a soft voice.
“Excuse me?”
As they turned around they saw a soft, friendly face.
𝔄chilles opened the coach. It was dark inside and as he entered, he felt the outside world vanish. His eyes had to adjust to the new lighting so he didn't notice right away that the lump in the back left corner was an Aero.
Only when the lump started to move and made a noise, he became aware that the lump was very much alive and breathing.
And apparently tied up.
Achilles immediatly went to the lump and it sat upright. It was a creamy Aero with lovely fur pattern. She, as Achilles noticed, had baby blue eyes and looked very shy and timid. She had dried tear traces on her face and looked more frightened then anything Achilles had seen before.
“Hey, Argus, come here! I've found ... something!” Achilles shouted. Then he bowed down to the kidnapped female and asked: “Are you good? Why did they tie you up like this? And where is the treasure stored in this coach?” The female lifter her eyes up to Achilles, opened her mouth to answer and
“Did you find it finally? So far, this has been nothing but a bust! No treasure nowhohohohooo what did you find there?” Argus had bursted through the door. His glance immediatly fell on the lump and he came closer.
“Don't untie her yet. Maybe she is dangerous.” He huffed. He squinted his eyes, rubbed his scar as if it was bothering his sight. “But also no valuables in here. Your tipp was not worth more then some sweat and wounds.”
“I just asked the lady about it. Lets allow her to answer.” said Achilles.
The female opened her mouth again. A small cough came out and then a deep sigh.
“I have been kidnapped.” She said with a small, quiet voice. The voice was cracking from fear.
“I am the daughter of the King of Aronia. I am the Princess of Aronia. Please bring me back to my father.” Big tears started to roll out of her blue eyes.
The two Aeros looked at each other. This answer was one they did not expect. It baffled them but it also dawned on them, what was meant with “valuable cargo”. There were no treasures, no supplies to find. The “valuable cargo” was the Princess.
And they both knew what they had to do. Argus drew his blade and slowly walked towards the Princess.
“... 𝔞nd after you dropped me off after this awful, long ride, my father has not left my side for a single moment. I am so thankful you two came by to save me from those Aeros. I still don't fully understand what their plan was. Anyway, I wanted to express my thankfullness through this small gift.” She waived a paper around, then handed it over to Achilles.
On the paper was a simple sentence but it meant the world and freedom to Achilles.
“All bounty charges against Achilles, now Knight of Aronia, have been dismissed. He will walk as a free Aero and may not be prosecuted or restrained. Signed: The King of Aronia.”
He was finally free'd from his Father‘s prosecution! He could walk where he wanted, show his face, and didn’t have to hide anymore.
“As for you, Argus. I found out where your family now lives. I know you've lost them, but I found them and you can visit them – if you wish.”
She handed Argus a sealed envelope. Inside was the key to Argus' Childhood, his Dream of many years. Yet, he did not open the Envelope immediatly. Instead, he stashed it away and thanked the Princess for her gift. Achilles did so too and than the Princess continued her myriad of questions she already had started on their way back to the Kings Palace about Achilles and Argus past lifes.
by styxie » Wed Aug 23, 2023 8:53 pm
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