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Warrior's Honor Chapter 2: Building the Barriers

Summary: Tensions rise as midnight approaches.

Word Count: 3k

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Iris scratched her discolored face as she rushed through Katolis castle, hurrying to her next post. Emelyn and Soren had returned from their mission a few hours ago, and co-Crownguard had informed her of orders circulating throughout the castle, warning of the impending arrival of the elves. The orders were clear: Prepare for sundown.

"I want every soldier we have present and prepared for combat by sundown, got it?" 

Iris stopped, her ears alert for the source of the commanding voice.

"Even those who are off-duty?" someone else asked.

"Yes, even them. Everyone has to be posted and looking for those elves by sundown. Everyone." As the voice continued barking orders, Iris followed it around the corner to find a young woman with auburn hair conversing with an anxious-looking soldier. Emelyn.

"There you are," Iris called as the other soldier saluted Emelyn and dashed off. Emelyn turned to see Iris, then smiled softly. Her eyes were dull with fatigue, and her usually shiny armor tarnished with dust and dirt. "I take it you failed?" Iris asked, joining Emelyn as they walked down the hall together.

Emleyn sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. "Unfortunately, yes. All we did was chase a stupid bug Soren brought."

Iris scoffed. "So Soren found out about your little fear of bugs, huh?" "I'm not afraid of them!" Emelyn burst out. "Just because I think they're a little creepy doesn't mean they scare me!" 

"Right," Iris said, unconvinced. "And what about you? You look like you haven’t slept in a week."

"Don't get me started," Emelyn grumbled. "I've been sending soldiers in all kinds of directions. It's a mess." Emelyn crossed her arms, begrudgingly adding, "And the stupid High Mage won't let me report to King Harrow."

Iris threw her head back and barked in laughter. "I'm pretty sure lectures from the High Mage are the least of your problems. Besides, if we fend off the elves--"

"When, Iris," Emelyn interrupted, stepping aside as a group of Crownguard carrying halberds hurried by. "We need to be as optimistic as possible."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Iris dismissed. "When we fend off the elves, you'll have time to talk to Harrow tomorrow morning."

Emelyn didn't answer. As the two Crownguard entered the castle courtyard, Iris saw Millie flying overhead.

"It's almost sundown," Emelyn mumbled. "What would you think if Ezran became king? Like, by tomorrow?"

Iris scoffed. "That little kid? Please. He wouldn't last a week."

"What?" Emelyn asked, sounding almost astonished. "You really think he can't do it?"

"Sure he could, but for how long?" Iris said. "He's, what, nine? There's no way a kid like him could rule. Not without a regent, at least."

Emelyn hummed thoughtfully. "Who do you think would end up as regent? Maybe Cleric Opeli?"

"Nah, she's too by the book," Iris answered. "Lord Viren's pretty sharp, he would know what he's doing."

Emelyn sighed. The day was almost done, and there was still so much to prepare for. Moonshadow elves could be in the kingdom already, waiting for the right moment to strike. Emelyn couldn’t give up now. Not when King Harrow’s life was at stake.

Emelyn looked up and whistled loudly. Millie changed course and flew toward the two Crownguard, landing on Emelyn’s outstretched forearm. She fed the Golden Eagle a small handful of food from the pocket on her hip, speed-walking across the courtyard and leaving a confused Iris behind.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" Iris called.

"I’m going to make sure the elves don’t kill Harrow!" Emelyn called back, releasing Millie back into the sky and brushing her hands off before running back into the castle. Iris watched her disappear from sight, then crossed her arms and scoffed.

"Try-hard.”

A beautiful evening light cast a warm glow over the castle courtyard, highlighting the intricate details of the stonework. Soren's gaze drifted across the scene, eyes lingering on the shadows. Shadows. They were long and inviting, reminiscent of the stolen exchanges he and Emelyn shared in their youth. But not today. Today, those very same shadows were cold and secretive. They were hiding something… evil.

He clenched his fingers around the hilt of the king's sword, adorned with beautiful Katolian engravings. The weight of the blade served as a reminder of tonight's mission— failure was not an option.

The doors to the Throne Room opened, revealing a fully-armored King Harrow flanked by four Crownguard. Soren stepped away from the window and presented the king with his sword, which Harrow accepted solemnly. As Harrow and his guards made their way to the courtyard toward his chambers, Soren felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked back to see Iris posted behind him.

"Iris!" Soren murmured. "Where's Red-- I mean, Emelyn? She was supposed to be here."

"She went to recheck defenses and do, like, 15 more perimeter checks," Iris said with an exasperated sigh. "I'm sure she'll meet us at the tower."

As Harrow and the Crownguard approached the tower, they spotted Emelyn at the base of the stairs, her helmet in hand. Her face was set with determination, yet her eyes betrayed an underlying sense of anxiety.

"Your Majesty," she said, nodding in acknowledgment. "I've bolstered defenses to four times the usual. If the elves are in the kingdom, we'll find them."

"Thank you, Emelyn," Harrow acknowledged, and the other members of the Crownguard began to move past him and ascend the stairs. Soren hung back, hesitating.

"Emelyn," Harrow started, then sighed heavily. "I'm sure we both know how this will end."

"Of course," Emelyn said promptly. "With your survival."

Harrow smiled ruefully. For just a moment, Soren saw Emelyn's face flicker with emotion. Sadness. Anger. Respect. Before Soren could figure out which, she had gathered her composure once more.

Harrow opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't seem to find the right words. After a moment, he rested his hand on her shoulder and said, "You always did have that blind determination. Don't lose it."

Soren saw the emotion in Emelyn's face again and figured it out. She was on the verge of tears.

Emelyn pressed her lips together, not daring to cry in front of the king. She breathed deeply, looked Harrow in the eye, and answered, "Yes, sir!"

Harrow smiled, patting her shoulder, then turned to the stairs leading up to his chambers. As he passed her by, Harrow glanced back, speaking softly.

"Please, Emelyn. Take care of my sons."

Soren watched as Harrow disappeared behind the staircase before glancing at Emelyn. Her grip tightened around her helmet, her eyes lowering as she grimaced.

"Is Millie still on watch?" Emelyn asked, pushing her emotions down. Soren closed the distance between them and crossed his arms.

"Yeah. I saw her flying around a few minutes ago."

Emelyn nodded. A moment of silence passed.

"...You okay?" Soren asked. Emelyn sighed. The sky turned orange as the sun set, turning the clouds pink.

"I'm fine. It's just… I'm afraid of what could happen if we fail."

"We're not going to fail," Soren said confidently, uncrossing his arms and placing a hand on her shoulder. Emelyn looked up at him. "You got it? We're gonna beat those elves, and that'll be the end of it."

Emelyn chuckled. "Yeah. And then a dragon will swoop down from the sky, and you'll somehow figure out how to slay it so you can brag to Claudia."

"Exactly," Soren replied with a grin.

Emelyn laughed. As the moon rose behind the tower, it sent a massive shadow on the castle grounds, causing a glow on the Crownguards' faces. Two Crownguard appeared on the opposite side of the courtyard, approaching their posts.

Finally, Soren said, "I better… head to my post."

"Yeah," Emelyn answered absentmindedly. Soren glanced at her for a moment longer, then turned to leave. Emelyn listened as his heavy boots receded up the stairs. Just then, She inhaled sharply and turned toward him.

"Soren?"

Soren halted upon hearing his name and looked back to see Emelyn staring at him, her hand slightly extended towards him. She had tied her auburn hair into a low bun, a change from her usual ponytail. Her side-swept bangs fluttered slightly in the breeze, highlighting the bright red streaks of dye framing her honey-brown eyes.

"...Be careful, okay?" Emelyn said.

"I should be saying that to you. They'll attack you first, after all," Soren answered. Emelyn chuckled.

"Still, though."

Soren grinned. He nodded, saluted her with two fingers, and continued up the stairs.

"Don't die, Red," he mumbled as he climbed out of Emelyn's sight.

Emelyn noticed the moon shining brightly overhead and realized it was likely nearing midnight. Her eyes were becoming heavy, her body longing for sleep. She yawned, bringing a hand to her mouth, but the sound of footsteps made her freeze. She peered out to see a shadowy figure approaching. Her hand shot to her sheathed sword, her heart pounding, her mind racing. Was it the Moonshadow elves? Why was there only one? Or were the others–

"Sir!" the male soldier on her right hissed, eyes wide. "It's Lord Viren!"

"What?!" Emelyn narrowed her eyes, focusing on the figure. Sure enough, the High Mage's gray robes illuminated in the moonlight overhead, his relic staff gleaming. Emelyn's stomach dropped at the sight of the mysterious woven basket in his hands.

"Move aside," Viren ordered, his brows furrowing in irritation at the mere sight of the auburn Crownguard. Emelyn crossed her arms.

"What's in the basket?" she asked suspiciously, looking the High Mage up and down. Viren glanced down at the basket's woven lid and pulled it further away from her.

"I have found a solution to the problem we are facing. It will ensure the safety of Harrow, unlike your sword-fighting abilities," stated Viren, with a slight inclination of his head. Emelyn felt the urge to draw her sword and prove her skills to the High Mage but decided against it. She was about to reply when a disturbing thought crossed her mind, causing her to freeze. Viren noticed her sudden change in demeanor and looked at her with a puzzled expression as she stepped back, glowering at him.

Emelyn swallowed hard, her hand moving to her sword as she said slowly, "...How do I know you're not a Moonshadow elf in disguise?"

Both Crownguard behind Emelyn snapped to attention. The female on her right gripped her weapon, ready for an attack. The other soldier had been dozing against his halberd and almost dropped it as he was startled by the mention of Moonshadow elves. 

"I beg your pardon?" Viren snarled, stepping menacingly toward Emelyn. "Do you really think a Moonshadow elf would simply walk into Katolis, assuming we wouldn't have put counter-measures in place? I apologize," he continued, his lip curling as he addressed the soldiers flanking Emelyn. The male soldier to her left turned beet red. "if your squadron was not informed of the code we implemented to alleviate your concerns. Rather, that issue falls under your responsibility, further revealing your incompetence as a captain and proper Crownguard."

Emelyn swelled with anger. How could he-- how dare he-- in the darkest hours of Katolis, when the kingdom was on the brink of a royal crisis, have the time to insult her as if mentioning the weather? Emelyn shook with rage, her mind racing for something to say, but she was speechless. Despite the frustration, she took a deep breath and composed herself, reminding herself of the bigger picture. At least she knew the man standing before her was indeed Lord Viren.

"...Fine," Emelyn muttered, stepping aside as she glared at the violet jewel adorning the front of the High Mage's robes. Viren stepped past her, only curtly replying, "Thank you."

Emelyn stared hard at the other side of the courtyard, lost in thought. The soldier to her right shifted her halberd to her other hand and stepped forward, gently placing a hand on Emelyn's shoulder. "Sir? Everything alright?"

"I'm fine," Emelyn answered after a moment. "Keep your eyes peeled for the elves." The soldier gazed at Emelyn, then glanced at the other soldier to Emelyn's right. He shrugged.

The female soldier glared at him, then turned to Emelyn. "Don't think too much about it, Sir. You were right to assume. Honestly, I would've done the same."

Emelyn sighed, ruminating. The full moon's light beamed down on the three soldiers, reminding them of the attack yet to come.

If only I had thought of something to say, Emelyn thought bitterly. Gritting her teeth, she groaned and put a hand over her face, covering one eye.

Then she heard hurried footsteps. She froze, then glanced behind her at the other Crownguard. Judging by their wary eyes darting along the grounds, they had also heard it. Emelyn started to pull her sword out but stopped when she saw only a young boy running toward her. She squinted, then exclaimed when she realized who it was.

"Prince Callum?!"

Callum tried to run past without a word, but she grabbed his sleeve and quickly pulled him before her. 

"Callum, what in the world are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the Banther Lodge!" Emelyn said, wrestling with him as he tried to pull away.

"Sorry, but I can't talk. I need to see the king!" Callum shouted, struggling to pull her hand away from his jacket. 

"What in the world could be so important that you have to walk up to his chambers when the elves could arrive at any minute-- CALLUM!"

Callum slammed his body into Emelyn, causing her to loosen her grip on his sleeve. Callum yanked his arm away and raced up the stairs two at a time.

"IRIS! STOP HIM!" Emelyn screamed. 

Halfway up the staircase, Iris heard the commotion. She looked to see Callum running past the confused Crownguard. Iris started to step out and stop him, but Callum saw it coming. He ducked under her arm, but she grabbed his scarf. The force of Callum running pulled Iris forward, and she tripped on a star. He pulled his scarf out of her hand, continuing up the stairs. 

Iris swore to herself, turning around. The other Crownguards started talking amongst themselves, trying to figure out what had happened. 

Emelyn listened to the commotion, groaning in frustration. She started to climb the stairs three at a time to catch up to Callum, but one of the Crownguard stopped her. 

"Sir!" she said urgently. 

"What, what?!"

"Look!" she whispered.

Emelyn froze. She whipped around, her eyes darting along the terrain. A whirl in the wind. A crack of a boot on bricks. Sure, she heard it, but the question was where it came from.

Emelyn pulled her sword out, her eyes darting along the perimeter to figure out where the elves could've been if they were even there. She shifted her blade to one hand and used her other to readjust her helmet. 

"This is the last time I'll ever wear a helmet," Emelyn said, her voice barely above a whisper. Just then, an arrow shot out of nowhere and hit the Crownguard on Emelyn's left. 

"What the…?" Emelyn started, staring as he collapsed with a hiss of pain. Desperately now, Emelyn's eyes returned to the setting, straining them to find the source of the arrow. Her hands trembled, her sword vibrating with excitement, and she tightened her grip around its hilt.

She then noticed a shimmer in the distance, moving toward her. Another appeared, then another. As they came closer, Emelyn watched as they became five translucent figures with pointy ears, horns, and weapons sprinting toward them.

"Keep it quick, Andromeda," Runaan reminded her. 

"Of course," Andromeda answered, gripping her curved blade as she clashed with Emelyn's sword. She kept the lead Crownguard occupied as Runaan and Skor passed by. Callisto quickly finished the other Crownguard with a sweep of his double-bladed naginata. Ram hung back as backup.

Emelyn glanced behind her to see three wisps of figures running up the staircase. She averted her attention back to her battle just in time to see Andromeda jump back and Ram charge at her with his daggers. She raised her sword to block one blade, then grabbed at what she guessed was his other wrist. She slammed her knee into his torso, and Ram pushed her away, gripping his abdomen. Emelyn stepped back, watching her opponents like a hawk.

I can barely see them, Emelyn thought nervously. I have to finish them before they can inflict any more damage.

"Are you alright?" Andromeda asked Ram, raising her blade and glaring at Emelyn. 

"Yes. She's more skilled than I thought," Ram answered. "But I have an idea."

Ram muttered something, and Andromeda nodded with a smirk. Emelyn twirled her sword, readying herself as Ram ran toward her. Ram raised his daggers to attack but jumped over Emelyn at the last second, throwing her off guard.

Emelyn spun around, expecting to see Ram before her, but he ran up the staircase after the other three elves. Emelyn stared after him momentarily, confused, then thought about Andromeda. She started to turn, realizing that the elf was already standing before her.

Emelyn froze as a flash of silver slashed by her. As her eyes came in and out of focus, she noticed the last remaining elf standing before Emelyn, the end of her blade dripping in blood. Her blood.

"Humans," Andromeda sneered. Emelyn looked down at her chest to see the giant blood stain growing on her tunic, starting on her right hip and cutting through to her left shoulder. Emelyn staggered momentarily, her hands raising to the wound before she fell to her knees, gasping for air. 

Andromeda knelt in front of Emelyn and raised her hand. She gently lifted the Crownguard's pained face, then grabbed her jaw, further constricting her breath. "Pathetic," Andromeda scoffed. Emelyn yanked her face away.

"You-" Emelyn gasped, glaring at Andromeda. "You won't win."

Andromeda chuckled, then stood. She raised her foot and placed it on Emelyn's chest.

"We already have," Andromeda gibed, kicking Emelyn. Emelyn lay sprawled on the ground, writhing in pain. Andromeda turned, glanced back at Emelyn in pure hatred, then followed her comrades up to Harrow's chambers.

"No…!" Emelyn gasped, trying to climb to her feet. She looked up at the staircase as her vision blurred and watched Andromeda climb out of her sight

"Soren…" Emelyn murmured, wincing, before everything faded to black.

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Description: Ten years ago, a mother and daughter walked into the throne room of Katolis' castle in search of aid. The daughter peeked out from behind her mother's skirt at the others, feeling overwhelmed by the grandeur of the space. Suddenly, a woman named Sarai approached the mother, speaking with her briefly before turning her attention to the child. Sarai kneeled before the little girl, asking her what she wanted to learn. The girl replied that she wished to learn how to fight. Now, Emelyn works hard in the Katolis Crownguard, protecting her beloved kingdom from the wretched elves and dragons of Xadia. But when a band of Moonshadow elves invade Katolis and kill King Harrow, she and her companions are thrown on a journey to take the Dragon Prince, who was presumed dead, back to his mother. As they embark on this perilous quest, Emelyn begins to question the true intentions of those around her and wonders who her allies really are.

a/n: i'm gonna try and finish posting everything that I have already written and then do some major edits while waiting for the s3 novelization so pls bear with me :P you can expect all of s1 and 2 <333

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Warrior's Honor Chapter 5: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Summary: Just as hope for the kingdom begins to shine, things take a turn for the worst.

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The crowd gathered in the courtyard for Viren's 'coronation' had dispersed and gone home. Some were relieved of the sudden interruption. Others grumbled amongst themselves about the still-empty throne.

Once the courtyard had cleared, Commander Gren scanned the setting to see General Amaya handing the reins of their horses to a Crownguard. As the guard led the horses away, Gren approached Amaya, who signed, "Have you seen Emelyn?"

"Not yet," Gren answered, signing as he spoke. "She might be on duty; I'll try and find her tomorrow."

A Crownguard approached them, waving her hand to get their attention. "General?" she asked. "The servants are wondering if they need to set up rooms for you and your forces."

Amaya raised her hands to sign, but Gren spoke up before she could. "That won't be necessary," he said. "We're just here to talk to High Mage Viren."

Amaya poked Gren's arm and signed, "We can find him later. For now, let's rest."

"Are you sure?" Gren signed back. "You're not really the type to delay essential matters."

The Crownguard watched the silent conversation blankly, not comprehending the signs. 

"Is it unnecessary if we're getting some much-needed rest?" Amaya signed with an eyebrow raised. Gren hesitated for a moment, then turned back to the Crownguard.

"Actually, go ahead and get the rooms ready," Gren told the Crownguard. He turned back to Amaya and signed, "Good point."

As Gren made his way to his room down the castle halls, he witnessed a peculiar sight - a large pile of blankets appeared to be walking down the aisle. The pile stumbled around momentarily, prompting Gren to rush to offer assistance.

"Woah, do you need help?" Gren asked, hovering his arms over the fabric. He looked around the blankets to see a head of ginger hair pop out from behind.

"Thank you, but I've got it under control—" the servant started with a smile, but when she opened her eyes, she stopped, staring at Gren in astonishment.

"Gren?!"

"Aunt Carmell?" Gren responded, surprised. Carmell practically dropped the pile and threw herself into Gren's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Oh, Gren!" Camrell repeated gleefully. "When did you get here?"

"Were you at the coronation?" Gren inquired when she pulled away. Carmell sighed.

"Did you really think that I would attend a ceremony crowning a crook? I was stress-cleaning." She gestured to the pile of blankets with a dry chuckle.

Gren chuckled, too. "I thought you worked in the kitchens?"

"I do," Carmell answered with a grin. "But you know how I am with cleaning; it clears my head!"

Gren laughed. He helped Carmell stack the blankets and handed them to her. "Are you sure you don't need help?" he asked.

"I'll be fine, thank you," Carmell answered with a smile. "It was nice seeing you!"

Carmell walked down the hall, stumbling over the carpet. Gren almost ran over to help her, but she called, "I've got it!"

Gren shook his head and smiled before turning to continue to his room.

Emelyn leaned against the balcony of the tallest tower in Katolis Castle, watching the sun rise over the kingdom. It was her favorite spot in the castle because she could just make out the castles of the other kingdoms in the far reaches of the land. Del Bar was to the north, while Duren was to the northeast. Neolandia lay in between, and Evenere prospered across the Independent Isles to the west.

A smile played on Emelyn's face as the sun shone in her eyes, and she thought about the world map currently sitting in her room.

Ah, the map.

It was old and tattered, and she should get a new one, but she just couldn't part with it. She had written so many notes in the margins that it would be impossible to recover if she lost that beloved piece of parchment. Not only that, but the map itself was one of a kind. She had gotten it as a gift. Emelyn recalled the day when—

"There you are."

Emelyn whipped around to see Gren behind her, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Gren!" she exclaimed, running toward him and pulling him into a bear hug.

"Hey, there!" Gren laughed. "Is this still your favorite spot?"

"You bet," Emelyn answered. It's like you can see the whole world!"

"You've always been one for geography," Gren teased, making Emelyn laugh.

"So, you brought the princes back?" Emelyn asked, changing the subject. Gren's face fell.

"Well, we know they're alive, but they've been captured by a Moonshadow elf. It's a wonder they're not dead yet, but we'll find them!"

Emelyn froze. "What? A Moonshadow elf?!"

"Yeah," Gren said gravely. His eyes lifted toward the rising sun, his bright blue eyes glazing over. The commander's usually cheery attitude melted away for just an instant, revealing a battle-hardened side of him Emelyn rarely saw. But before she could even blink, it was gone.

Gren sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Well, I better get going. General Amaya's probably waiting for me at the Throne Room."

"General Amaya?" Emelyn cut in hopefully. "Can I come with you?"

"No, no," Gren said with a wave of his hand. "It's a serious matter, and I rather you not be involved. I'll see you later."

Emelyn's heart sank. She watched as Gren walked away, his broad shoulders set with determination. She raised a hand and waved before returning to the balcony to watch the

Crownguard below change shifts. "See ya."

General Amaya stood in the castle halls, her arms crossed and eyes closed as she waited outside the Throne Room. She would've entered the room herself to see if Lord Viren was inside, but she would rather wait outside then risk having to listen to Viren's ranting while waiting for Gren to interpret.

Amaya opened her eyes and stared at the floor. Being deaf, she was able to let her mind wander without anything disturbing her. In a way, her lack of hearing was a blessing.h

Amaya's thoughts drifted to her nephews, Ezran and Callum. She hadn't seen them in so long, and it pained her to think the moment they reunited, they were in the clutches of a Moonshadow elf. Why did it have to be a Moonshadow elf, of all things?

Oh, poor Ezran and Callum. They must be scared out of their minds. But they're smart, Amaya thought. They'll figure out how to stay alive, and hopefully long enough so we can save them.

Amaya raised her hand and brushed her fingers over the scar on her right cheek. She vowed to save the boys. For her sister.

Just then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Instinctively, she grabbed the wrist and closed her other hand in a fist, ready to strike.

"Wait, Wait!"

Amaya stared at the hands for a moment, realizing they were signs. She looked up to see Gren frantically signing at her.

"It's me," Gren signed, and based on how his chest was heaving, Amaya guessed he was laughing. He finger-spelled his name with the hand she was gripping, and with a scowl, she let go.

"Don't sneak up on me like that. I could've seriously hurt you," Amaya signed before crossing her arms. "And don't laugh at me."

"Alright, alright," Gren signed, taking a deep breath and smiling at her. 

Amaya frowned, opening the door to the Throne Room. She looked around but saw no one.

She saw Gren waving his hand in the corner of her eye and turned to face him. 

"He's not here; what do we do now?" Gren asked. 

"We wait," Amaya said, walking over to a pillar and leaning against it. She crossed her arms in waiting, and Gren joined her, watching the door.

After a few minutes, the Throne Room door opened to reveal Viren walking inside. Gren almost stepped into his view, but Amaya raised her arm. Gren looked at Amaya quizzically, but she didn't budge. She wanted to see what the High Mage was up to.

Viren walked toward the throne, seeming oblivious to Amaya and Gren. They watched as Viren started up the steps to the throne, and that was when Amaya had seen enough. 

"Thought I might run into you here."

Iris flinched at the sound of General Amaya's armor clanging loudly as she stomped into the courtyard. Gren was practically running to keep up. As Amaya stormed over to her horse, Iris called out to Gren, who looked back at her.

"Bad day?" Iris asked, nodding towards Amaya's fit of frustration.

"Her talk with Viren didn't exactly go as planned," Gren replied with a dry chuckle. They both jumped at the sound of an ear-piercing whistle and saw Amaya staring Gren down from her horse.

"Gotta go," Gren said hurriedly. "Be back later."

"Good luck," Iris said ruefully. Gren mounted his horse and rode after Amaya out of the castle. As their horses' galloping faded, Iris noticed a small shadow soaring along the ground. She looked up to see the familiar Golden Eagle gliding across the sky and chuckled.

"Here comes Emi," Iris muttered, turning around to see the Crownguard trekking toward her. "Right on cue."

"Hey, Iris," Emelyn greeted her with a sad wave. "Where's Gren?"

"Ooh, you just missed him," Iris said, pointing behind her with a thumb.

Emelyn slumped. "Oh. I was hoping to catch Amaya before she left."

"They'll be back soon, so if you wanna wait for them..." Iris started, but Emelyn waved her hands dismissively.

"No, no. It's fine. Thanks." Emelyn started to walk back toward the castle. Iris tagged along.

"Why the long face?" Iris asked, noticing Emelyn's dejected expression.

Emelyn sighed, rubbing her temples. "I don't know. I'm just trying to figure out what to do. We're so close to finding the princes, and I guess I'm getting antsy." Her hands dropped to her sides. "I just want things to go back to normal."

Iris snorted. "Well, that's something we all want, isn't it?"

Emelyn didn't react.

Iris sighed and stopped walking. "Look, I'm sure that everything will go back to normal when Amaya and Gren find the princes, alright? So stop stressing yourself out."

Emelyn's shoulders relaxed, and she looked at Iris with a half-hearted smile. "Yeah. Maybe." She turned and started walking back into the castle. "I'm gonna go look for Soren. His dumb jokes should cheer me up, or something."

Iris laughed. "You do that!"

The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun slowly descended, casting long shadows across the courtyard where General Amaya, Commander Gren, and the other members of the Standing Battalion stood, making preparations to depart. Emelyn rushed to the courtyard, her armored boots clanking loudly against the stone flooring as she ran. Her heart pounded as she mentally berated herself for being late again. After training with Soren for a few hours to get her mind off the princes, Gren approached her with exciting news.

"General Amaya put me in charge of the search for the princes, and I figured you could be a big help!" Gren had told her with a big smile. Only then did Emelyn realize she had forgotten her satchel, though where she had forgotten it had slipped her mind. She then spent the remainder of that day searching the castle grounds high and low, only to find it in the one place she should've checked first: tied to the horse she was going to take out the day before.

"Map, tools, food..." Emelyn mentally checked off each supply item in her satchel while leading her horse to the courtyard to meet with Gren and the rest of his team.

"Water... Horse..." Emelyn pulled at her horse's reins, but the stallion had stopped to examine a patch of grass peeking through the stone. "Oh, come on, will you? I'm late enough as it is!"

The horse snorted but didn't budge. Emelyn sighed in defeat, reaching into her satchel and pulling out a carrot. The horse looked up at the vegetable, eyes wide, and Emelyn waved it around. "C'mon, that's it..."

Emelyn led the horse into the courtyard, silently noting Gren's absence. Am I early?

She casually handed the carrot to her horse, who neighed happily as he munched on the vegetable. She scanned the courtyard, and although plenty of soldiers were talking amongst themselves, none seemed to have been assigned to the search party. She left her horse to finish his carrot and surveyed the scene. Every soldier seemed to be minding their business, but Emelyn knew better; they were all watching her.

Something's off.

Keeping a careful watch on every soldier on the scene, she walked up to the closest group and spoke up. "Excuse me, do you know where Commander Gren is? We were supposed to meet up for a mission."

The soldier eyed her curiously, his weight shifting as he turned to face Emelyn. Even without him saying a word, Emelyn could feel the eyes of the other soldiers in the courtyard, could hear their soft steps as they crept closer.

"There's been a... misunderstanding," the soldier said, towering over Emelyn as he spoke. As far as Emelyn could tell, he was tall and far stronger than herself. It would take a rather unorthodox approach to take him down.

"What kind of misunderstanding?" Emelyn asked slowly, taking note of the soldiers closing in behind her. She widened her stance, bracing herself for the attack she now knew was imminent.

"Commander Gren's mission has been reassigned to another team," the soldier continued. The soldier consciously stepped toward Emelyn, and that was the only warning she needed. All at once, he and the two soldiers behind her reached out to grab Emelyn, but she was too fast. She ducked and spun around, grabbing one of the soldiers behind her and tackling him to the ground. Emelyn sprang to her feet and side-stepped away from the soldiers, only to get attacked by two more.

"Crownguard Emelyn," the tall soldier declared as the two holding Emelyn in place dug their fingers into her arms. "You are being arrested for insubordination and conspiracy against higher powers."

"Conspiracy?!" Emelyn shouted, her eyes flashing with fear and anger as she struggled to break free. The two soldiers forced her hands behind her back and tried to tie her wrists together. She looked around, desperately hoping someone would come to her aid. Every soldier in the courtyard was involved in some way; some were tense with anticipation, waiting for Emelyn to bolt their way; some were curious to see what would happen next; some even turned away and refused to watch. No one stepped up to help.

Emelyn squeezed her eyes shut, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. This is it, she thought. Everything I've worked for is going down the drain.

The sound of a horse's bray and soldiers shouting caused Emelyn to snap her eyes open and see soldiers diving out of the way as her stallion raced toward her. The two soldiers holding Emelyn in place yelped in surprise and tried to pull her out of the way, but she stomped on one soldier's foot, earning an angry cry of pain as she wrenched her hand free just in time to grab her horse's saddle and be swept off her feet.

Chaos ensued as Emelyn swung her leg over the horse's back and grabbed the reins. She risked a glance back to see a mass of soldiers clamoring after her and even more shouting at each other. One particular soldier pushed her way to the front of the crowd, her platinum blonde hair shining in the orange rays of the setting sun. She opened her mouth, her face twisted in anger, but Emelyn was too far away to hear. She gasped, turning to get a better look, but her stallion turned a corner, and Iris and the other soldiers were out of sight.

"You've got to be kidding me," Iris growled, fuming as she watched Emelyn turn the corner and disappear into the distance. Her eyes flashed with frustration as she turned back to the other soldiers, who were bickering and blaming each other for the escape. Iris balled her fists at her sides and shouted, "Who let the horse escape?"

No one said a word. Every soldier in the courtyard looked at each other for a sign of the culprit, but no one spoke up. One soldier, the tall one, stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, Captain. We'll find her."

"You better," Iris snarled, "Because if not, the High Mage'll have both our heads."

Iris anxiously ran her fingers through her hair as the other soldiers dispersed, making preparations to search the capital for Emelyn. One particular soldier, however, stood on the opposite side of the courtyard, watching the commotion. Her bright green eyes scanned the scene before returning to where Emelyn disappeared. With a slight smirk on her lips and an almost inaudible chuckle, she returned to the stables from which she came.

Emelyn slowed her horse to a stop at the forest's edge surrounding the castle, looking out for nearby soldiers. The last rays of sunlight were starting to fade, the orange glow concealed behind the uneven towers. In the distance, Emelyn could see squad after squad of soldiers departing from the castle, no doubt in search of her, but none came her way. A few moments after the last team hurried out of sight, Emelyn breathed a sigh of relief. Millie flew in shortly after, landing on her perch and cooing gently. All clear.

"Oh, Millie," Emelyn sighed, stroking Millie's wings. "What are we gonna do?"

Millie's head twitched to the left. Emelyn glanced back towards the castle. "They think we're traitors, Millie. The only way to prove our innocence is... to find the princes."

Emelyn looked back at Millie, whose head was upside down. The Golden Eagle righted herself, flapping her wings in agreement. Emelyn smiled and reached for her satchel, taking out a quill, ink, and scrap parchment. 

"First thing's first," Emelyn muttered, opening the ink bottle. She looked at Millie and said, "I have one more favor to ask you before we leave. You think you can deliver a letter for me?"

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Warrior's Honor Chapter 4: Feints within Feints

Summary: Viren's suspicious behavior inspires talk of conspiracy.

Word Count: 2.5k

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The days following the funeral were filled with clear blue skies, and the people of Katolis couldn't help but feel a sense of bitter irony. The Crownguard soldiers milled about aimlessly, unsure of their next move now that the throne was vacant. The once-bustling halls and rooms were now eerily silent, and even the library where Emelyn had sought refuge seemed to be holding its breath. Emelyn spent hours poring over a dusty old tome titled "Katolis Law" but left in frustration, taking a book with her. She let out a deep sigh and leaned against a nearby pillar. The morning light filtered through the window, bathing the cardinal carpets in gold. The past two days had been like a blur to Emelyn, and it seemed that the entire kingdom was still processing the tragedy.

"This book is so confusing," Emelyn muttered to herself. She glanced back down the corridor toward the library where she had come from. "Orphans are supposed to start new dynasties, but how are we supposed to find—?"

"Emelyn?"

Perking up, she turned around to see a woman standing before her. The woman had graying ginger hair tied in a braid and freckles on her face and arms. She nervously smoothed down her flour-stained apron with her hands.

"Mom?" Emelyn started. The woman hesitated, but her face flushed bright red as she ran toward the Crownguard. Emelyn stood, taking a few steps before her mother slammed into her, throwing her arms around Emelyn's neck.

"Mom, I—" Emelyn tried again but was cut off when Carmell sobbed, desperately stroking Emelyn's hair. Emelyn stared at the opposite hall momentarily, stunned, until her eyes watered, and she buried her face in her mother's hair.

"Mom," Emelyn repeated, laughing. She pulled away, looking her mother in the eye. "I meant to see you earlier, but—"

Carmell wiped her eyes and smiled, though her eyes were filled with worry. "No need," she said, her voice cracking. "I heard what happened."

Emelyn half-smiled. Carmell looked down at the book Emelyn held and said, "What's that? Are you trying to become a cleric now?"

Emelyn chuckled as she glanced at the book, then looked back at Carmell. "I'm trying to find something on who's supposed to take the throne when there's no one else in the royal family."

Carmell nodded in understanding and began walking, gesturing for Emelyn to follow. "So, you're talking about when Viren declared himself as the next ruler?" Carmell's voice dripped with disdain as she mentioned Viren's name.

"Yes," Emelyn groaned. "Something doesn't feel right, so I thought that maybe I could hit him with law and order?"

Carmell chuckled. "Just be careful, love. Viren is a very powerful man, and he's deeply committed to Dark Magic... just like his daughter."

"Mom," Emelyn protested. "Sure, Claudia studies Dark Magic, but she's not like that!"

Carmell's expression grew somber. "That may be true for now, but who knows..." She trailed off, gazing out the window as Emelyn stood at her side.

After a brief pause, Emelyn inquired, "So, how did you come to know about my injury and everything else?"

Carmell grinned, glancing at Emelyn slyly. "Soren filled me in after the funeral."

Emelyn groaned aloud and rolled her eyes. "That figures."

Carmell chuckled to herself and added, "It's intriguing that the person I converse with most often is not my daughter, but her closest companion."

"Mom!"

"I wish you would come by the kitchens more often and let me know you're okay," Carmell teased. Emelyn couldn't help but laugh as Carmell poked her in the side.

"I know, I'm sorry. I've just been really busy with work," Emelyn replied with a tired smile. "But now that things have calmed down, I'll make more time for you."

"What do you mean?" Carmell asked.

Emelyn's smile faded as she hugged herself. "The royal family...they're gone. I couldn't protect them." Emelyn turned away, hugging herself. "I'm a complete failure."

"That's nonsense--" Carmell gently interjected.

"But it's true!" Emelyn burst out, whipping around to face Carmell. "I literally gave my life fighting for King Harrow's, but it wasn't enough. And what's worse, it hasn't even been a day since he trusted me with taking care of the princes, and now they're dead, too!" Emelyn let her hands fall to her sides and looked at her feet. "I failed in the one job I had as a Crownguard."

Carmell took a moment to observe Emelyn's anxious movements before asking, "How do you know?"

"What?" Emelyn asked, looking up. 

"How do you know they're dead?"

Emelyn furrowed her brows. "Viren told us so at the funeral. What do you mean?"

Carmell let out a deep sigh and crossed her arms. "Think about what you just said, Emi. Really think about it."

Emelyn paused, her mind racing. Then, it dawned on her. "You don't think--" Emelyn started.

"That's exactly what I think." Carmell placed a hand on her daughter's cheek. "Those boys are smart, and if they escaped the castle grounds, the most likely place they'd be is at the Banther Lodge." Carmell pointed at Emelyn's chest. "And who should be there waiting for them?"

Emelyn stared at Carmell for a moment, smiling broadly.

"Mom, you're a genius!"

Emelyn reached out to embrace Carmell, who laughed. "Well, it's not scholar-level science!"

Emelyn pulled away and ran down the castle hall, yelling, "Thanks!"

Carmell watched as she turned the corner, then laughed to herself. "Oh, Emelyn," she murmured with a smile. "Sometimes I wonder if that Soren is rubbing off on you..."

With a shake of her head and a chuckle, Carmell walked back to the castle kitchens with her hands in her apron's pockets. 

"Alright, Millie," Emelyn briefed as the Golden Eagle perched on the horse before the Crownguard. Emelyn adjusted the saddle on her stallion and said, "We're going to the Banther Lodge. I need you to look ahead to see if Callum and Ezran are inside. Make sure that nothing jumps out at us, too." Emelyn reached up and patted Millie's back. "You think you can do that?"

Millie screeched.

"That's a good girl!" Emelyn cooed, but when Millie screeched again and flapped her wings, Emelyn couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her behavior. Suddenly, a voice from behind caught Emelyn's attention.

"Looks like your bird was trying to make sure nothing jumps out at you."

Emelyn whipped around to see Iris walking toward her with a smirk.

"Iris! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Emelyn exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Iris answered, dismissively waving her hand. "What are you doing?"

"I'm heading to the Banther Lodge," Emelyn replied as she adjusted her horse's saddle. Millie, her horse, glared at Iris with her hazel eyes.

"The Banther Lodge? You're not planning to search for the princes, are you?" Iris inquired suspiciously.

"No," Emelyn answered nonchalantly. "I'm going to stay there for a few days to go mud-sledding."

Iris looked at Emelyn, confused. Emelyn sighed irritably. "What do you think?!"

"Emelyn, there's no point. The princes are dead!" Iris said.

"Do we know that for sure?" Emelyn questioned, folding her arms and resting against her horse. The stallion let out a frustrated neigh.

"Yes!" Iris yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. "The High Mage told us so at the funeral!" 

"How do we know he wasn't lying?" Emelyn shot back.

"Because--" Iris groaned, dropping her head in her hands. "Why in the world would he lie about something like that?"

"Because he wants the crown for himself!" 

"Wha-" Iris stared at Emelyn, her left eye twitching. "What the heck are you talking about?!"

Emelyn rolled her eyes, then turned to mount her horse. She didn't have time to argue with Iris; the princes were in danger.

"Look, when I come back, I can debate with you all day, but I need to find Callum and Ezran more than I need to be here. I'll be back with the princes by tomorrow morning."

Emelyn slipped her boot into the stirrup as Iris groaned. The latter rubbed her eye, then said, "You know what? I just remembered. The High Cleric is waiting for you in the Throne Room."

Emelyn froze mid-hoist, glancing back at Iris. "Opeli? I wasn't aware of this."

"That's because I just told you, dummy," Iris said.

Emelyn sighed, her feet returning to the stone floor of the courtyard. As she passed Iris by, she said, "If I'm not back in 10 minutes, just put the horse back in the stable. I don't need him frying in the sun."

Emelyn left the scene, leaving Iris with Millie and the horse. The Golden Eagle glared menacingly at the Crownguard, who immediately took the horse's reins and led it back to the stables. Iris glanced up at the bird and scoffed.

"Don't look at me like that, you stupid bird," Iris sneered. Millie's eye narrowed in suspicion, and then she took off into the sky, gliding to the window of Emelyn's room.

Emelyn pushed open the doors to the Throne Room to find Opeli at the war table. The High Cleric looked up at the sound of Emelyn's metallic footsteps and smiled. She hurried around the table and approached the Crownguard, placing her hands on the soldier's shoulders. "What a coincidence, I was just thinking about you. Come." Opeli motioned for Emelyn to follow and walked back to the war table.

"What…?" Emelyn muttered in confusion, but she shook it off and took her place on the other side of the table. The markers representing the Moonshadow elves were still present, bringing a dull pang to Emelyn's gut. Anything even remotely related to the royal family was a reminder of the tragedy she failed to prevent.

"What's the problem?" Emelyn asked, pushing the feeling of regret and failure to the back of her mind.

Opeli sighed. "Viren wants a coronation. Tomorrow morning."

Emelyn scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I know. I've tried to hold it off, but the rest of the council is too concerned with the fact that the throne is empty." Opeli's hands clenched into fists. The anger written on her face was evident— anger and pain.

"We can't let it happen," Emelyn agreed. "Opeli, I think the princes are alive. Viren must've been lying about their deaths so he could take the crown."

Opeli looked up. "Are you sure?"

Emelyn shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past him. I was just about to go to the Banther Lodge to look for them."

Opeli's expression grew serious as she contemplated the situation. "Regardless, we can't do anything until we have proof," she finally stated firmly, her brows furrowing in contemplation. Emelyn's face fell at the words, and she quickly interjected, "Then let me go, Opeli. I can find them—"

But Opeli cut her off, her tone stern. "No, Emelyn. Viren is monitoring the castle's every move, under the guise of ensuring the elves have truly left Katolis. If your suspicions are correct, Viren may be attempting to cover up the truth about the princes' whereabouts."

Emelyn let out a sigh of frustration, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. Opeli, noticing her distress, continued with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "However, when King Harrow received the news of the Moonshadow attack, he sent a letter to General Amaya at the Breach; the Standing Battalion was sent to the Banther Lodge to meet the princes."

Opeli glanced at Emelyn, whose chest swelled. There was a chance that the princes were alive, and General Amaya was on her way to confirm it. The past three days have been some of Emelyn's worst, but finally, there was a win in her sights. Emelyn tried to keep her hopes down as she said, "So what do we do now?"

Opeli smiled softly, catching the slight waver in Emleyn's voice. "We wait for them to arrive." As they approached the Throne Room doors, Opeli advised, "In the meantime, you should go get ready for Viren's coronation. Go polish your armor or whatever you Crownguard do before a big event." Opeli paused, then chuckled. "I never thought I'd say that."

Emelyn smirked. "What, the Crownguard part, or Viren's coronation?"

"Both," Opeli replied with a smile.

Dawn had finally come. Citizens of Katolis had begun to gather in the courtyard, awaiting the coronation. Standing at the entrance, Soren observed hundreds taking their places. He took a deep breath, savoring the refreshing morning air. Amidst the crowd, he noticed Emelyn leaning against a wall with a look of disapproval etched on her face.

"Red," Soren called, making his way toward her. Emelyn looked up and, upon recognizing Soren, saluted him with two fingers.

"Hey, why the long face?" Soren asked, mimicking Emelyn's posture. Emelyn sighed.

"Nothing," Emelyn answered flatly.

"Oh come on, I know that look," Soren prodded, playfully poking Emelyn in the side. She swatted his hand away.

"I said it's nothing, okay?!" Emelyn snapped. Her eyes flared with irritation as she glared at Soren, who recoiled in surprise.

"Woah, okay, sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," he said, rubbing his stinging hand as he stepped back. Perhaps he was being too cheerful too soon, but he didn't know what else to do. As he watched Emelyn cross her arms over her chest and furrowed her brows in frustration, he longed for the opportunity to cheer her up properly.

After a few minutes, Viren appeared on the balcony, adorned in simple yet elegant robes. Emelyn's fingers dug into her arms upon seeing the High Mage, a small gesture that Soren picked up on.

"People of Katolis," Viren began, his voice projecting with confidence. The crowd fell silent. "King Harrow's death has wounded us deeply, but the loss of his sons— our princes— is a greater injustice. By eliminating both heirs to the throne, our enemies sought to leave us without a leader."

Soren observed the crowd, their eyes fixed on Viren, their breaths held as they awaited his following words. "It would disgrace Harrow's memory to allow the kingdom he loved to be lost in darkness." The High Mage lifted his arms regally and proclaimed, "Though it is a heavy burden, I will humbly take up the battle in Harrow's name. I will become Lord Protector of the realm!"

The entire courtyard gasped in shock. Even Soren was surprised; he didn't realize that his father was willing to take the crown to exact revenge on the evils of Xadia. Emelyn, on the other hand, spat. "Typical, ain't it? Because calling yourself the king would be too obvious."

It seemed to Soren that she knew something he didn't, but he didn't dwell too much on it.

As Viren turned and kneeled, High Cleric Opeli stepped forward, holding Harrow's crown. Her brows were knitted together as her eyes darted across the crowd, desperate for someone to speak up. When no one did, She closed her eyes, sighed deeply, and slowly lowered the crown to Viren's—

"Stop the coronation!"

Everyone whipped around to see two soldiers barreling into the courtyard on horses. As they slid to a stop, one raised her hands and moved them wildly as the other spoke. Emelyn gasped.

"Stop the coronation," Commander Gren of the Standing Battalion shouted, translating for General Amaya's rapid signing. "The princes are alive!"

Soren's eyes widened, and he turned to look back up at Viren and Opeli. It seemed that Opeli hadn't finished the ceremony because she was gazing at General Amaya with satisfaction, the crown still in her hands. Opeli's eyes shifted from Amaya to Emelyn, who returned the knowing look with a smirk.

Okay, so there was definitely something she knew that Soren didn't. Soren then noticed that his father had stood up and was now glaring at Amaya with an anger Soren rarely saw.Ooh, Soren thought, sucking his teeth. That's not going to be good.

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Warrior's Honor Chapter 3: A Procession of Change

Summary: Harrow's death weighs heavy in Emelyn's heart.

Word Count: 3k

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Emelyn bolted upright with a sudden gasp, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings as she struggled to orient herself. Her hands instinctively went to her chest, seeking the wound left by the Moonshadow elf, but she quickly realized three startling details. First, she was wearing a red undershirt instead of her Crownguard uniform. Second, her armor lay on a table across the room. And lastly, the wound had completely disappeared without leaving a single trace.

As Emelyn shifted her gaze, she spotted the girl perched at the edge of her bed. Claudia had a book in her hands and was looking at her with an expression of excitement and happiness. Suddenly, she shut the book and called out, "Soren! Soren, come quick! Emelyn is awake!"

Claudia turned back to Emelyn and took her hand. "Oh my gosh, you scared us! How are you feeling?"

"Um…" Emelyn said, confused. She looked up to see Soren pacing back and forth on the other side of the room. When he noticed Emelyn was awake, his eyes lit up excitedly.

"You're alive!" Soren cried, hurrying to Emelyn's bedside.

"Yeah, I'm alive. Why-" Emelyn said, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, but then a realization hit her. Her face fell, and she looked at Claudia with her eyes wide. "Did I… die?" 

Emelyn's mind raced as she looked back at her chest. Claudia shook her head cheerfully and said, "No, but that injury was nasty!" She then stood up and began fiddling with the bottles on the nightstand. Soren stood with his arms crossed, observing Emelyn's reaction.

"You're really lucky Soren found you in time. Any later, and the poison could've gotten to your heart." Claudia continued. "It only took a simple spell to get the poison out and a little potion to seal the wound. But now, you'll be just fine--" Claudia reached for the poison bottle but stopped when she saw Emelyn's glare.

"Um, Emi? Are you-"

"You used Dark Magic on me?!" Emelyn burst out. "Claudia, you know how I feel about that stuff!" 

"Hey, hey," Soren started, reaching out for Emelyn. "She was only trying to help--"

Emelyn slapped Soren's hand away and stood up. "I don't care! I told her to never use Dark Magic on me!"

Claudia scoffed. "What else was I supposed to do, let you die?" 

Emelyn opened her mouth to respond, but a sharp ache pulsed through her skull, and her eyesight became hazy. She let out a low groan, and her legs buckled beneath her.

"Soren--" Claudia started, but Soren was a step ahead. He grabbed Emelyn around her waist and gently lowered her to her knees. Claudia grabbed another bottle from the nightstand and kneeled beside Emelyn, writhing from the blinding pain in her head.

"Here," Claudia said, offering her a dark blue potion. "The migraines are from your body trying to flush out the toxins left from the poison on the elf's blade. This'll help."

"I told you, Claudia," Emelyn started, then winced in pain, clutching her head. "I'm not taking any more Dark Magic!"

"Red, just take the stupid potion!" Soren shouted. Emelyn scowled at him momentarily, which Soren returned with a firm gaze. Finally, Emelyn sighed in defeat. With a swipe of her hand, she took the potion from Claudia and downed it in a second. Claudia gently took the bottle and stood, returning to the nightstand to gather her things. Emelyn gagged, then coughed.

She looked up at Claudia and said with watery eyes, "Claudia, what is this stuff? It tastes like hot dog water and… and feet!"

"Really?!" Claudia asked, shocked. She looked at the bottle, then shrugged. "Huh. Good to know."

Emelyn let out a deep breath and adjusted herself to sit. Soren crossed his legs and rested his head on his hand, watching Emelyn for any signs of discomfort.

"Who else got hurt? Is Iris okay?" Emelyn asked.

"Well, Iris is fine, but we lost a lot of Crownguard in the battle," Claudia said.

"Most of the Crownguard that died were the ones patrolling the tower. We're lucky we didn't get hurt too badly," Soren said. An awkward silence ensued as Emelyn glanced at Soren with an eyebrow raised. "Well, you're not hurt anymore, so you don't count," he added. Claudia chuckled.

Emelyn nodded, sighing in relief. Suddenly, a realization came to her. "What about King Harrow? Is he alright?"

Claudia and Soren both froze, exchanging uneasy looks. Claudia turned to the potion bottle in her hand and set it on the nightstand. Soren averted his gaze, suddenly becoming very interested in the stone flooring. Emelyn looked back and forth from the siblings, then sat up tensely. She turned to Soren. 

"Soren?" Emelyn started, her eyes wide and unmoving. "What happened?"

"Um," Claudia started. Emelyn whipped her head around to look at her. "Emelyn, King Harrow's…" Claudia glanced at Emelyn sadly. Soren finished the sentence.

"Dead. The elves killed him."

Emelyn's heart sank as she stared at Soren. The words he spoke were like a punch to the gut, and she couldn't shake the feeling of despair that washed over her. She had hoped it was all a joke, but the look in his eyes told her otherwise.

"...What?" Emelyn breathed.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The three looked to see Marcos poke his head through the doorway.

"Lord Viren is summoning you all to the courtyard," he said apprehensively, hoping he didn't interrupt something. Soren, Emelyn, and Claudia exchanged glances, and Claudia turned to Marcos.

"Okay. Thanks," Claudia said. Marcos nodded, closing the door. Claudia left the bottles on the nightstand and looked at Soren and Emelyn. Emelyn stared at her hands, trying to process the news. Soren gave his sister a knowing look.

"…I'll see you there," Claudia said quietly. Soren nodded. Claudia gently opened the door and left the room.

King Harrow... Emelyn couldn't believe it. She had dedicated the entire day in preparations to defend against the elves and prepared the entire Katolian Crownguard to fulfill their duties to protect the royal family. So many soldiers have lost their lives; if it weren't for Claudia, Emleyn would've lost hers.

So where did she go wrong?!

Emelyn balled her hands into fists and jumped to her feet. She bent over with her hands on the floor to steady herself, and when she was sure she wouldn't have a dizzy spell, she stood straight.

"You're not actually going, right?" Soren asked suspiciously. 

"Of course I am. I'm a Crownguard," Emelyn answered, walking over to the table containing her armor. 

"What does that have to do with anything?" Soren asked, standing and putting his hands on his hips.

"Just leave me alone."

Soren scoffed. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen." He walked over to the table, examining the armor as Emelyn grabbed the crisp tunic from the table.

"Are you sure you should be back on duty after Claudia just saved you?" Soren asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the table. 

"Uh, yeah," Emelyn answered, adjusting the uniform, grabbing her sash, and tying it around her waist. "You know how Dark Magic works. I'll be fine."

Soren grimaced, catching the bitterness in her voice. As he glanced around, he spotted Emelyn's sword hidden beneath the heap of armor. Emelyn finished fastening her leather forearm plate and went to retrieve her weapon, but Soren beat her to it and snatched it off the table.

"Hey!" Emelyn exclaimed, turning toward Soren. Soren examined the blade, impressed with the design.

"Did you get this one the same place you got mine?" he asked, stepping away from Emelyn and practicing a few swipes with it. "This thing is light! I should really get one of these!" 

"I--" Emelyn started. "Can you just give it back?"

"Let me think about it," Soren answered, pretending to think. He then propped the sword on his shoulder and smirked. "I think I'll hold onto it for a while."

"Soren!" Emelyn cried. She tried to grab the sword, but Soren's height gave him an advantage. Emelyn groaned.

"Give me the sword before I really hurt you!" Emelyn threatened. 

"Hey, I'm just saying," Soren argued. "You got hurt pretty badly, and even though Claudia healed you with Dark Magic–"

"That's the problem!" Emelyn burst out, throwing her hands in the air. "I specifically told her to never use Dark Magic on me! She promised!"

"Hey, it's just like she said, what else was she supposed to do?" Soren retorted. 

"There are other medical solutions," Emelyn said, crossing her arms angrily. Soren opened his mouth to argue, then sighed.

"Okay, look. It wasn't Claudia's fault. It’s mine." Soren admitted. Emelyn raised an eyebrow.

"Your fault? The one who thinks magic is disgusting?" Emelyn waved a hand dismissively. "I understand you trying to take the blame for your sister, but I'm not convinced."

"Emelyn," Soren complained. "It's true. I told Claudia to use Dark Magic on you. I didn't know what else to do." 

Emelyn stopped, looking back at Soren. The desperation in his eyes, pleading she believe him. With a twinge of guilt, she noticed the dirt on his face, the scuff marks on his armor, and even the crimson blood stain on his sleeve. She found herself wondering how he fared in the fight.

"...Why?" she asked.

"Because-" Soren sighed. "Because even though I hate magic, if... if it saves you, I'll be okay with it." 

Soren stood there with his arms crossed, avoiding eye contact as Emelyn looked at him in surprise. Given the gravity of their situation, she was taken aback by how vulnerable he was. She felt a sudden surge of gratitude towards her long-time friend and fellow Crownguard. Soren had always been there for Emelyn, helping her train and get stronger since they were kids, and she realized that she had taken his presence for granted. Stepping forward, Emelyn closed the gap between them and gently took his hand, causing Soren to glance down at her, his face flushing.

"Was that a compliment?" she asked. Soren let out a strained chuckle.

"Don't mock me."

Emelyn laughed and backed away, saying, "We should get to the courtyard. Viren is probably waiting for you."

"Wait, what about you?" Soren asked.

"Your dad couldn't care less about whether I'm there or not, that's for sure," Emelyn said, waving her sword at Soren before sheathing it. Soren looked at his hand, which was now empty, then back at Emelyn in shock.

"How did you do that?!"

High Mage Viren observed as four Crownguard prepared to pick up a covered pyre containing Harrow's body in the courtyard. Claudia was standing next to him, looking sad. Suddenly, Viren sighed irritably.

"Where is Soren?" he inquired Claudia.

"Oh, he's probably on his way," Claudia replied, scanning the area. She gestured to the castle entrance and said, "There they are!"

Viren nodded but confusedly turned to Claudia. "They?" he asked. He followed Claudia's pointing finger, looking up to see Soren and Emelyn hurrying toward them. Soren nudged Emelyn in the ribs, and she responded by wiping some dirt off his face.

"I was told Crownguard Emelyn died," Viren pointed out, nostrils flaring.

"No, she didn't," Claudia answered, making the split-second decision to tread lightly. "She was, um, only injured... a little."

Viren sighed. "Very well. We must begin the funeral." He waved to the Crownguard, and they picked up the pyre.

Word traveled fast in Katolis. Hundreds of citizens filled the streets as the party silently paraded through the kingdom. Children peered at the event from behind skirts and trousers. Many held back tears, and some were outright sobbing. Finally, the congregation led out of the capital and into the Valley of Graves, where all the great kings and queens of Katolis were buried.

Claudia observed the towering statues of previous rulers carved into the cliff sides as the party made their way to the podium. Soren let out a tired yawn and rubbed his face, the stress of the night clearly taking a toll on his body.

"Hey," she said, elbowing Soren gently. "Keep your head up."

"Sorry," Soren answered, stretching with a groan, then slumping his shoulders. "Long night." 

Claudia couldn't help but agree. Between the Moonshadow elf attack and the scare from Emelyn's near-death experience, she was feeling quite drained herself. She thought for a moment, then pulled a bottle from her belt, uncapping it and pouring a brown liquid into it. Giving it to Soren, she said, "Here. This'll help."

Soren took the drink and, after smelling it, took a sip. His eyes widened, and he smiled. "Woah. That's good!"

"I call it: Hot Brown Morning Potion!" Claudia answered triumphantly. 

Soren noticed Emleyn walking ahead with her head lowered. Concerned, he picked up his pace to catch up with her. He found her with her palms pressed to her eyes, gritting her teeth. 

"Red? You okay?" he asked. Emelyn groaned, ran her fingers through her bangs, and looked up. They both saw Millie flying overhead, but the Golden Eagle remained silent.

"I don't understand," Emelyn sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Four times, Soren. I beefed up defenses to four times our usual strength. The entire army was looking for these elves, and they still slipped through our fingers! How could this happen?" Her voice cracked as she spoke as if she was willing herself not to cry.

Soren spoke softly, aware of Claudia watching them. "Red, it's okay. The important thing is that we're alive, okay?"

"That's the problem," Emelyn answered, folding her arms around her torso. "We shouldn't be alive. I shouldn't be alive. So many soldiers gave their lives fighting those elves, but... it wasn't enough," she looked away from Soren, her shoulders shaking. Soren suddenly felt nauseous, and his taste for the hot brown morning potion was lost.

As soon as they arrived at the Valley of Graves, the Crownguard gently placed the pyre on the platform. Viren proceeded to climb the steps to address the people gathered there.

"Today, we woke to a devastating truth. Our king has been taken from us. Slain by the forces of Xadia: Moonshadow Elves!"

The crowd of citizens started chattering amongst themselves, and Emelyn scoffed. "Way to work a crowd up," she muttered, crossing her arms.

"To me, he was more than just a king," Viren continued dramatically. "In his final hours, King Harrow called me... his brother."

"Wait."

Viren glanced over and noticed Opeli scowling at him. She stepped forward and demanded, "Where are Princes Callum and Ezran? They need to be here!"

Emelyn perked at the sound of the princes' names. She watched as Viren turned to face the crowd, and with a somber face, he said, "The princes... are dead."

Claudia gasped slightly. Soren's eyes widened. Emelyn stared at Viren in horror, her mouth agape, her mind racing. She knew it couldn't be true; Callum and Ezran were at the Banther Lodge–

Wait. Callum had run up the tower to King Harrow's chambers mere minutes before the Moonshadow Elves arrived…

Ezran was nowhere to be found–

"Take care of my sons..."

Emelyn swayed violently, and Soren seized her arm before she could collapse. He placed his hands on her shoulders and held her close, steadying her against his body. His brows furrowed with concern; her breathing had already become shallow and ragged. He contemplated murmuring a few words of affirmation into her ear but decided against it. If the princes were truly dead, what could he possibly say to ease her tensions? Instead, he remained silent, offering his presence as comfort.

"We cannot let Xadia's cruelty go unanswered. We must move forward with strength!" Viren turned to Opeli, who was holding a torch. "Light the pyre!" he shouted. Opeli looked at the torch, then at Harrow's covered corpse. She glared at Viren and waved the torch, causing the flame to blow out.

"No," she said defiantly. Emelyn and Soren watched as the other council members smothered the fires on their torches, following Opeli's act. Viren sighed, then turned to Soren, Claudia, and Emelyn.

"Claudia," Viren prompted.

Without a word, Claudia stepped forward, heeding her father's command. She pulled a bottle from her pocket, and when she raised it, Emelyn could see a tiny spider within. 

"Claudia, no," Emelyn whispered, her breath shaky. She started forward, but Soren gently pulled her back. Claudia opened the bottle, letting the spider crawl along her hand, before she clenched her fist, causing an orange goo to spill between her fingers.

Then she started chanting.

Emelyn couldn't help but shiver as the mystic language filled the air, memories of past encounters with those wretched incantations flooding her mind. Soren took notice and gently rubbed her arm, offering a comforting presence. Claudia raised her hand, and suddenly, a flame erupted from it, casting a warm glow across the darkened sky. She directed the flame towards the torches the council members had extinguished before it finally collided with the pyre. Harrow's body quickly ignited, a thick cloud of smoke billowing into the air.

"When a ruler of Katolis dies, we mourn for seven days. But we are at war." Viren turned to the crowd as the smoke created a dreadful background behind him. Millie circled the smoke in the sky and screeched in alarm. "Today, we must mourn seven-fold. For tonight, there will be a coronation!"

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Warrior's Honor Chapter 1: The Search

Summary: An old enemy threatens the crown.

Word Count: 3k

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The sun had just risen over the kingdom of Katolis, casting a warm and golden glow over everything in sight. Katolis castle was already alive with activity as Crownguard Emelyn pushed past patrolling soldiers and scurrying servants, mumbling hurried apologies as she ran. She turned a corner, fumbling with her helmet, and cried out in surprise as she almost trampled a young Prince Ezran.

"Ezran!" Emelyn gasped, almost dropping her helmet from shock. "What… what are you doing?"

The young prince pushed past Emelyn and continued down the hall, Bait’s grumpy head bobbing in his arms. "No time to talk! See you later!"

Emelyn smirked, tucked her helmet under one arm, and cupped her other hand around her mouth, calling, "Make sure you don't take too many jelly tarts! You know how much Barius hates an incomplete batch!"

"Will do!" Ezran called back as he turned the corner. Emelyn chuckled, then hurried along her commute, turning a second corner and spotting a soldier about to open the grand doors to the Throne Room. The soldier caught sight of Emelyn and chuckled dismissively.

"Cutting it pretty close, eh?" she said, putting one hand on her hip. Emelyn reached the soldier and doubled over, hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

"Sorry, Iris. I had a night shift yesterday and lost track of time," Emelyn explained, smoothing out her tunic. Iris clicked her tongue, wagging her finger.

"Night shifts are no excuse to be late," Iris chided. "I almost had to cover for you!"

Iridaceae was a Crownguard of 25 years and was a good friend of Emelyn's. Her platinum blonde hair was cropped and parted to frame her face, partially covering her hazel eyes with a playful glimmer as she looked at Emelyn. She absentmindedly scratched at an itch on her cheek, which was oddly tanned due to a skin condition.

Emelyn sighed. "How long has Harrow been waiting?"

Iris tapped her finger to her chin, thinking. "About, say, 2 minutes?"

Emelyn gasped, then punched Iris's arm. "Iris! Are you kidding me?!"

"Hey chill out!" Iris laughed. "Take a joke, will ya?"

"Go sharpen your sword or something," Emelyn growled.

Iris walked past Emelyn, dismissively waving her hand. "Whatever."

Once Iris turned the corner, Emelyn held her helmet, took a deep breath, and opened the door. She looked inside and saw King Harrow and High Mage Viren at the war table, studying the markers. They both glanced at her as the doors creaked open.

"Crownguard Emelyn," Harrow acknowledged.

"Your Majesty," Emelyn answered, bowing briefly. Her eyes flickered toward Lord Viren and caught a glimpse of his gray eyes glaring at her. "You… summoned me?"

Harrow's face fell slightly, and he looked back at the table. "Yes, I suppose I did."

Emelyn walked over to the table and set her helmet on the edge. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Assassins," Viren sneered. Emelyn's breath hitched.

"Human, or… Xadian?"

Harrow sighed. "Moonshadow elves."

Emelyn’s eyes widened. She placed her hands on the war table and stared at the small moon symbol marker, letting the news simmer— elves.

"Can the Standing Battalion help?" she asked.

"They wouldn't get here in time," Viren said irritably, earning a warning look from Harrow. Emelyn pursed her lips. It looks like they've already discussed this.

"A scout saw a group of Moonshadow elves in the forest," Harrow continued, his cold eyes lingering on Viren before warning as he turned to Emelyn. "We assume they will attack tonight when the moon is full."

Emelyn said nothing at first. Moonshadow elves under a full moon can turn almost invisible. Combined with their signature assassin-like fighting abilities, they would be a big problem if they breached Katolis's forces. "With your permission, Your Majesty, I can take my team into the forests and find the elves before sunset. That way, we can dismiss this threat before they arrive--"

"We've already decided to do that," Viren interjected. "And a team is already being prepared. Crownguard." Harrow sighed in defeat, finally acknowledging that keeping the conversation free of conflict was futile.

Emelyn's lips twisted in disdain as she shot back, "Oh, my apologies, High Mage. I didn't realize you were the only one allowed to come to such brilliant conclusions."

"As I was saying," Harrow said impatiently. Viren held the Crownguard's glare for another moment before returning his attention to the King of Katolis. Emelyn scoffed quietly, then followed suit. "There is also the matter of the princes. I fear the elves may go after them as well."

As if on cue, the doors to the throne room opened, and the princes walked in. Callum adjusted the strap holding his sketchbook, and Ezran still held his Glow Toad, Bait, in his arms. Emelyn noticed with a small smile that Bait's face was now smeared with jelly.

"Boys!" Harrow exclaimed, leaving the table to walk toward them. "Guess what? You're going on a trip… to the Banther Lodge!" 

"Um, but it's spring," Callum pointed out. "That's the winter lodge."

"Well," Harrow answered. "Winter is coming. Eventually. But you'll still have a lot of fun!"

"What're we even going to do?" Ezran asked. "Everything fun there is involved with snow and ice!"

"Well, you could make some new games, with… dirt and rocks. You could build a dirt man! Or you could invent mud-sledding!"

Emelyn snorted. Viren turned back to the war table with a sigh.

Harrow sighed and kneeled toward the princes. "Look, this is something I just need you two to do."

"But, Dad-" Ezran protested.

"It's decided," Harrow stated, standing. "You will leave before sundown, so go get packed up." 

Harrow's tone left no room for further discussion. Reluctantly, Callum held Ezran's shoulder and said, "Yes, sir. C'mon, Ez."

Emelyn noticed the subtle shift in Harrow's expression as he watched his sons leave the room. Despite his attempt to remain composed, a hint of worry was etched on his face, revealing the depth of his concern for his children. She spoke up.

"If you're worried about your sons, I can escort them to the Banther Lodge and make sure they're safe."

"No," Harrow said. He clasped his hands behind his back and turned regally toward Emelyn. "You and Crownguard Soren will take the team to the forests and find those Moonshadow elves. I trust that you, of all people, will get the job done."

Emelyn grabbed her helmet and bowed confidently, placing her right hand over her heart. "Of course, Your Majesty."

"You will depart immediately," Harrow said. Emelyn nodded and walked out of the room. After she left, there was a moment of silence, then Viren spoke.

"You put too much trust in her," Viren said. "She's 19, Harrow. She's not Amaya."

"She may not carry General Amaya's skill," Harrow said. "But she has Sarai's spirit, and that is the one thing I would trust with my life."

Emelyn heard the sound of approaching footsteps and turned away from her horse's saddle. She spotted a tall Crownguard walking towards her, with coiffed blonde hair that shone in the sun and impish blue eyes.

"Nice seeing you here," Soren greeted, raising his forearm toward Emelyn.

"About time," Emelyn answered, beaming as she raised her own and bumped forearm plates with Soren. The clanging sound of the metal plates made Emelyn laugh. She crossed her arms and nodded toward the object in Soren's hands, asking, "What's in the box?"

The male Crownguard looked at the box and patted the lid. "You'll just have to wait and see. This thing is supposed to help us find the elves."

"Well, if that's the case, we should get going, right?"

"Right, you are, Red." Soren reached out and poked Emelyn's forehead. "Let's move."

As the two Crownguard mounted their horses, Emelyn commented, "How many times do I have to tell you my hair is auburn, not red." She ran a hand through her hair, red streaks highlighting her natural russet locks.

"Eh, close enough."

Emelyn couldn't help but smile as she looked over at Soren. His bubbly and playful personality always had a way of brightening her day. The male Crownguard turned to check if everyone was ready, raising a hand to signal for their attention. "Alright, let's--"

"Wait!"

The team turned to see a small soldier hurrying toward them, covered from head to toe in golden... ceremonial armor?

"Prince Callum?!" Emelyn started, puzzled. Soren sighed irritably. The teenage prince waddled to the nearest horse and reached for its saddle, which was just out of his reach.

"I'm coming with you," Callum strained, hoisting himself onto the horse's saddle after a few jumps to reach the saddle's horn.

"You look terrific," Soren addressed Callum sarcastically. "But that's ceremonial armor. It's three times as heavy and half as strong. Oh, but so shiny!" 

"I don't care," Callum answered. "I know what's going on, and I'm here to help."

"Prince Callum, it's too dangerous for you," Emelyn sighed. "If we find those elves, you could be killed in action!"

"And you're just a kid," Soren added. Emelyn shot a look of disapproval at the Head of the Crownguard, who shrugged dismissively.

"I'll be 15 in two months!" Callum protested.

"Ooh! Fourteen and three-quarters! Wow!" Soren exclaimed, pulling an apple from his horse's saddle bag. Emelyn scoffed at the disregard of Soren’s crudeness.

"Five-sixths. C'mon, Soren. He's our king! And he's my father. I have to be able to do something!" Callum looked at Emelyn, pleading with his eyes. "Please, Emi?"

Emelyn grimaced. "Callum-" she started, but Soren cut her off.

"Well, technically, he's your step-dad." He took a bite from the apple. "But I'm sure it's the same thing. Think fast!"

Soren tossed the apple at Callum, who raised his shield. The apple bounced off the surface, causing Callum to fumble momentarily before falling off the horse and into the mud behind him.

“Hey!” Emelyn gasped.

Soren sighed. "You were supposed to catch it." He waved at the other soldiers, and they started galloping out of the castle. Emelyn glared at the back of Soren's head for a moment, then turned to see Callum watching the other soldiers leave in frustration.

"Callum," Emelyn sighed, hopping off her horse. "You don't have to prove yourself to anyone. Just because you're not the best fighter doesn't mean that you don't have other strengths. What about your art? You're one of the best artists I know, that's for sure!" 

"Don't talk to me like you understand," Callum snapped, throwing the shield to the ground, only for mud to launch into his eye. Callum groaned in anger. Emelyn stepped toward the teenager and crouched to his level, gently wiping the mud from his eye. Callum stared at her with big, olive-green eyes.

"Hey. I know Soren can be a jerk sometimes, but try not to feel too bad about it. Just focus on, you know…." Emelyn gave him a reassuring smile. "Being you."

"Red!" 

Emelyn looked back to see Soren posted outside the castle, impatiently waiting for her. She stood, then helped Callum to his feet.

"Thanks," Callum said awkwardly.

"Of course." She turned and mounted her horse again. She glanced at Callum and smiled. "You should finish packing for the Banther Lodge," As she rode away, Callum watched her go, wiped the rest of the mud from his eye, and sulked back into the castle.

As they made their way through the dense forest, Soren carefully examined the box he had brought with him while Emelyn watched the sky above.

"You know," Emelyn spoke suddenly. "I really wish you wouldn't taunt Callum like that. He already feels bad enough he can't help; you don't need to make it worse." 

"C'mon, Red, I'm just teasing," Soren complained. "Besides, it'll toughen him up in the end."

Emelyn grumbled but let it go. She let her eyes drift back to the sky. As the clouds drifted across her view, she thought she could see a cloud in the shape of a little Banther—

"Red, I'm pretty sure the elves won't be up there," Soren pointed out. "What are you looking for?"

"I'm trying to see if Millie's nearby."

"You brought Millie?!" Soren exclaimed. Emelyn nodded enthusiastically. She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled, causing Soren to frantically wave his hand toward her, trying to get her to quiet down.

"Red! Are you trying to give our position away?!" Soren hissed. Emelyn chuckled, looking up. Soren followed her gaze to see a silhouette shoot across the sky over them. It turned around and hovered above them, letting out an elegant screech. Emelyn raised her hand in a fist, smiling, and Soren froze.

The Golden Eagle landed on the perch attached to Emelyn's saddle and shook its head. Emelyn gently scratched its head, then said, "Millie's been watching our backs this whole time, Soren. Give her some credit."

"Yeah, yeah. Just make sure she doesn't eat this thing," Soren answered, lifting the box.

Emelyn and Millie simultaneously stared at the intricate lid, then at Soren. "...Um, the box?"

"No, not the box!" Soren opened the container to reveal an Archangel Lunaris inside. He pulled it out and watched it walk around in his hand. Emelyn froze, staring at the Lunaris.

"What is that?!"

Soren looked at her, then the Lunaris. "Um, a moth?" he said, confused.

"That is not a normal moth, Soren!" Emelyn exclaimed incredulously, earning a few snickers from the other soldiers.

"It's a magic moth, okay?!" Soren initially brushed off her remark, but suddenly, he was struck with an idea and glanced at her with a mischievous look.

"Are you… afraid of it?" 

"What? No! I just..." Emelyn crossed her arms and looked at Millie. "I just think they're a little weird. That's all."

"Really." Soren leaned over and reached his hand, holding the Lunaris toward her. Emelyn flinched so hard she almost fell off her horse. The other soldier burst out in laughter. 

"Stop it! This is a serious mission; we don't have time for jokes!" Emelyn sputtered, pulling the reins of her horse to veer farther away from the moth. Soren laughed, then pulled the moth away from her. 

"Anyways, let's see if this moon moth can find more than a closet of moon sweaters," he muttered, then chuckled. "Get it?" He said to the soldier on his other side.

"Yes, sir," the soldier said monotonously.

"Just let the stupid moth do its job," Emelyn grumbled, still uneasy. Soren had released the moth, and the group hurried after it as it fluttered away. Emelyn sent Millie back into the sky, following Soren's lead. The moth darted around like a dog catching a scent, and the chase intensified as they followed its erratic flight toward their destination.

Suddenly, the Lunaris flew into a clearing and stopped, resting on a nearby tree. Soren jumped off his horse and ran toward the moth, inspecting the area. Emelyn pulled the reins of her horse to a stop, her eyes darting around the area for potential Xadian threats.

Soren watched the Lunaris momentarily, but when it didn't change course, he groaned irritably. He reached his hand out, and the Lunaris landed on his palm.

"Anything?" Emelyn asked, dismounting her horse. Millie perched on Emelyn's shoulder plate, cooing in defeat. She couldn’t find any elves, either.

"No! Nothing!" Soren exclaimed, letting the Lunaris fly off. "Surprising no one, a magic moth is just as useless as a regular moth!"

Emelyn walked across the clearing and examined the area. She crept closer to the tree the moth was resting on and reached her hand out to touch the bark.

"Red! C'mon!" Emelyn whipped her hand away from the tree and looked back at Soren. "We'll have to let the elves come to us. Let's move!"

Emelyn watched the Lunaris momentarily, then jumped when Millie screeched in her ear. 

"Ah! Okay, okay! I'm going!" Emelyn said, rubbing her ear and walking back to her horse. She mounted and followed Soren and the team out of the clearing. She took a quick headcount of her team and realized someone was missing. She looked behind her to see a brown-haired young soldier still watching the Lunaris. 

"Marcos!" she called. The soldier named Marcos didn't move for a moment, then clicked his tongue, allowing his horse to catch up to the team.

"Something's not right," he said to Emelyn.

"What do you mean?" Emelyn asked.

"I don't know," he admitted. "But I think we should keep looking."

Emelyn sighed. "Honestly, me too." She turned her head toward Soren, who was leading the group. "I'll see what I can do."

Emelyn rode across the team toward Soren. When she caught up to him, she said, "We're not really going back, are we?" 

"Yup," Soren answered. "We couldn't find the elves, so we're going to have to wait for them to come to the castle."

"But the whole point of this mission is to find them before they come to us," Emelyn protested. "We barely even tried!" 

"That moth was our only lead, Red," Soren said firmly. He looked at her and said, "What else are we supposed to do? Spend all day in the forest going who knows where? Our best bet is to beef up defenses and defeat them when they show themselves. When they get to the castle, we'll be ready for them."

Soren looked away, ending the conversation. Emelyn scowled, then looked at Millie, who had walked down her arm and onto the saddle perch. "For once, you make a good point," she muttered, scratching Millie's head. Millie closed her eyes in delight and leaned into Emelyn's hand, cooing softly.