Foes and Heirs: Segment Two: The New Life

Written by Haroldosaur... like, I'm not 100% sure. 2017.

SEGMENT 2 – THE NEW LIFE

“You will never understand the true meaning of your life, until you travel and experience how others are living theirs.”

5: Flight Of The Origin

“Aaaand… touchdown!” Cheered Azura Wilder as her brother guided the Origin onto the ground, setting the ship down as gently as he could, given that it was his first time piloting the thing. “You did it!”

“Did I?” Her brother looked out of it as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. “What, uh… what time is it?”

“Iamos, it’s, like, past seven!” Azura blurted. “You’ve been flying for ten hours?”

At her words, Iamos exhaled and laughed softly to himself.

“No wonder I feel so tired.” He muttered.

“Yeah, no duh!” Rolling her eyes, Azura leant forward and ruffled her brother’s hair. He groaned in response.

“Don’t do that.”

For her part, Azura simply flashed him a coy smile before turning on her heel and practically skipping away, listening to the clank of her feet on the ship’s metal floor. She had to admit, she was growing to love the sky boat. Something about the hum of the engines and grinding of the mechanics was soothing, and she had found herself falling asleep the previous night faster than she could remember. It didn’t help that she had the unfortunate habit of having bad dreams, so she would often wake up early and have to wait for her brother to come and calm her down. Though, that seemed to have not happened this time. Which was good, because her brother had been busy driving the ship and he wouldn’t have had the time to stay with her – which was fine. She understood.

“We’d all be dead if big brother had stopped flying during the night.” Azura mentally reminded herself as she walked happily up the rusting set of stairs that led to the largest room, at the top of the ship. It was something like ten meters by ten meters wide, and there was a big round table in the middle of it, made of wood and with some chairs beside it. A perfect meeting place.

Already sat around it were Loden and Daiyu, who looked pretty tired themselves (though not as tired as her brother), as they had spent a portion of time scouring the ship to see how big it was and how many rooms there were.

“We landed?” Loden asked, as Azura wandered into the room.

“We landed.” Confirmed Azura. Loden clapped his hands, making Daiyu jump.

“Great.” He declared. “Now we can discuss what happens next.”

“Why do we need to discuss?” Whined Azura as she plonked herself down on a chair. “Why can’t we just go… wherever we want to go?”

“We have to decide where that is first.” Loden told her, to which she frowned and folded her arms. Sure, she guessed it made sense, but she didn’t like how everyone had to meet and talk about it.

“Couldn’t we just put some places in a hat?” She protested.

“Do you have a hat?” Asked Loden back.

Azura’s face fell. “No, I forgot mine.”

“Well we can’t very well put place names in a hat if we don’t have a hat.” Loden informed her, like she didn’t already know. “Look, we need to focus on this.”

He pulled a battered bit of paper out of his pocket.

“What… what is that?” Daiyu asked, saying something for the first time since Azura had entered the room.

“It’s a map.” Loden told her, as he unrolled it and began to peer at it again. “It looks like it encompasses the entire continent.”

“Let me see!” Azura sprang forward to have a look for herself. When she saw, she glared in disappointment. “It doesn’t look special.”

“Well, I don’t know. I’m not an expert.” Loden shrugged. “Iamos seemed to think it was-”

“Rainer.” Iamos interrupted, entering the room. Azura considered flinging herself at her brother but stopped herself when she saw how tired he looked – honestly, he seemed to be about to fall over even without her help – so she settled for waving vigorously.

“Master was the one who emphasised its importance.” He continued, plodding forward before collapsing into a chair. “I don’t… know why. But I… I trust him.”

“Yeah, could we have some background info?” Loden pressed his friend. “I mean, why was our house on fire?”

“I don’t know.” Confessed Iamos. “I mean… there was a man. Another alchemist. And he… he fought Master, they duelled with alchemy. And Master told me to get the map, and get the Origin-”

“The what?” Azura spoke up. “What’s an Origin?”

“That’s the name of the ship, Azura.” Explained Iamos.

“What kind of name is “Origin”? Or “The Origin”, or whatever it’s called? We need a proper name for our ship.”

“And what do you have in mind, o authority on naming flying ships?” Loden asked her.

“Uh…” Azura was forced to ponder the question. ““Big Metal Floaty Thingy-Thing”?”

“Yeah, we’re sticking with the Origin.” Declared Iamos, sinking back in his chair and letting breath slip through his lips. “Look, feel free to make a plan without me. I’m going to go to sleep, because I feel like I could slumber in this bony wooden chair if I tried, so just tell me what you have in mind when I wake up.” Having said his piece, he rose onto shaky legs and plodded down the stairs.

“See you later bro!” Azura called after him. He raised a hand in acknowledgement before vanishing.

“So…” Loden said once Azura’s brother had vanished. “Where even are we going, anyway?”

“We need to sort out a list of priorities!” Azura stated. “What do we need?”

“I didn’t find any food on board.” Contributed Daiyu. “We’ll need some.”

“Got it!” Chirped Azura. “What else?”

“We have no idea what these engines run on, do we?” Loden thought, an unusually pensive expression on his face as he spoke. “Someone needs to look into that.”

“I can do that!” Azura volunteered, remembering the nice noises of the engine. “AND I can check and see if they’re broken or not!”

“Uh… okay, Azura.” Loden nodded, letting her see his smile. “So we’ll need food, and we might need fuel. Where’s the nearest place we could get some?”

“Can I see the map?” Asked Daiyu. “I know the country pretty well.”

“Right, of course, ‘cus of your…” Loden trailed off as he gave the scrap of paper over to Daiyu, who peered at it before nodding in a confirming sort of manner.

“Yes, I… look.” She turned the map around and pointed at a dot on it. “This is the nearest city that I remember.”

““Phek-kai”.” Recited Loden. “What’s that city like?”

“Actually, that’s the capital of our Empire.” Daiyu revealed. “I think. In any case, it’s, uh… it’s a big city. Supposedly the Emperor and his family live there…”

“Well, that looks like a good place to head. How long d’you think it’ll take using this ship?”

“Well, i-it would help if we knew exactly where… where we are.”

“I could always go for a bit of a wander?” Loden suggested.

“I… okay. You’ll need to look for a sign or something.” Daiyu advised him. “All we need is our location, so once you find something, come back.”

“As you wish, ma’am.” Loden shot her a grin and a mock salute, before sauntering down the stairs. Daiyu then turned to Azura.

“Do, um… do you want to go down… to… to the engines?”

“You got it!” Azura declared, almost tripping over her own feet in her hurry to descend to the engine room.

Her feet were once again echoing through the ship’s corridors, and once again Azura slowed down to appreciate the sound. It wasn’t like he had walked on pure metal before, after all. Heck, being surrounded by so much was a new experience in itself. If this was her new life, she was okay with it and then some.

The engines themselves, she remembered as she found the engine room, looked like giant eggs from the outside. But inside was a mess of wiring and cogs and so many other cool mechanical things. Azura peered into the dimly lit room. There were a few gauges on the sides of different machines, so she looked for the one marked fuel (as anyone else would logically do when looking for a way to check how much fuel the engines had). Eventually, she saw one marked “fuel levels”. Luckily, the indicator thingy was still in the green section of the colour-coded ticker – so unless whoever built the engines was colour blind, they still had plenty of fuel left.

“Good.” She said out loud. Without fuel, they wouldn’t be able to get anywhere, and that would be a disaster. A travesty. An utter catastrophe, even. She wanted, some might even say desperately, to go somewhere.

**********

A significant amount of time had passed before Loden had returned. Azura herself couldn’t possibly say how long, because she had spent the whole time examining the engines, but it was long enough that when she heard Loden’s voice and tried to stand up, her leg cramped and she had to give it a bit of a hasty massage before rising and hobbling after him.

She saw him in the corridor, and called after him. “Loden!”

He turned around where he stood. “Oh, Azura!”

“So where are we?”

“We’re outside a village called “Zutaros”.”

“I… have… absolutely no idea where that is.”

“Well, with any luck, Daiyu will. Or at least, it’ll be on the map.”

“Goodie!”

With no more words required, the two hurried up to the meeting room, where they saw Daiyu asleep and leaning across the chair.

“Daiyu!” Azura bellowed as she entered, causing the ravenette jerk awake with a shriek. Whoops. She had never been one for gradual awakenings.

“I-I-I – what – where?!” Daiyu sputtered before seemingly regaining her senses.

“The nearest village is called Zutaros. Is that on the map?” Loden asked her.

“L-let me check.” Daiyu’s hands shook as she brought the map closer to her face. “Y-yeah, it’s o-on here.”

“How far away is it from Phek-kai?” He pressed.

“Not too far, by the look of it.” Daiyu informed him. “Maybe another few hours? I… I guess it depends how fast the ship is.”

“Let’s hope it’s nothing longer.” Azura looked down at her stomach as it growled a rather unpleasant growl. “My stomach’s beginning to realise that breakfast hasn’t arrived yet.”

“It might be longer, Az. Iamos needs to sleep, remember?” Loden pointed out.

“Shoot, you’re right.” Said Azura. “Can I wake him up?”

There was a brief silence. Eventually, Daiyu turned to Loden.

“H-how long has it been?”

“At least a couple ‘a hours.”

“And how much sleep can… can Iamos function on?”

“He’s a deep sleeper, and he doesn’t get much. If we wake him now, he’ll be cranky, but he should still function until we get to Phek-kai.”

“Then I’ll go wake him!” Volunteered Azura, thundering down the stairs before either of the others could stop her. “Big brother! Big brother! We need you!”

There was no reply. Azura, on her quest to find her brother, began to poke her head through every door she came across, calling his name each time she did so. She had gone through almost every door of the ship before automatically sticking her head through the cockpit door and seeing Iamos curled up on the three seats, which he had dragged into a line for him to lie on.

“Big brother!” She cooed, marching forwards and leaning over him. “We need you to fly us to Phek-kai!”

“To where?” He groaned, turning over so his face was pressed against the back of a seat.

“To a city!” She emphasised. “We can only get there by flying!”

“Okay, can I just…” He groaned and shifted himself into a sitting position. “Right. Flying… ok, I’m going to need someone to be here with me.”

Azura raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Two reasons.” Her brother held up two fingers, scratching as his few-days old beard as he did so. “So that they can guide me, because I have literally no idea where fleck kai or whatever is. And so that they can stop me from falling asleep in the chair. Because this chair is comfy.”

“Fair enough.” Azura conceded. “I’ll get Daiyu, is that ok?”

“Fine.” He waved her off. “She’ll be quiet, at least.”

“Good luck, bro!” She called over her shoulder as she headed back to the meeting room for a third time. Poking her head above the floor of the higher room, her eyes met Daiyu’s lilac irises for a brief moment before the other girl looked away.

“Iamos needs you to show him where to go and keep him awake.” She explained.

“I… uh… okay.” Daiyu nodded, and Azura hopped up the last few steps before motioning to her, who in turn travelled down them on her way to the cockpit. Once the sound of her footsteps stopped, she turned to Loden, who was looking at her with an inquisitive grin on his face.

“What do you think?” He asked. It was Azura’s turn to smile.

“Oh my gosh they’re, like, perfect together.”

“Think so?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, well don’t try and interfere. Most of the time this stuff doesn’t work out because of… uh… external interference.”

“Ok.”

“And you have to not be sad if it doesn’t happen, because sometimes…” Loden’s smile faded away. “Sometimes these things just don’t work out, you know?”

“I know.” Azura nodded, trying to act as sagely as her brother but probably failing because she was still grinning like a maniac. When Loden’s smile returned, it looked more tired than she remembered it.

“Now,” he said with what struck her as forced enthusiasm, “let’s get to Fekky!”

“Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Yep.”

“Fine by me.”

**********

The hours passed slowly.

Azura passed her time by either gossiping with Loden, meandering around the ship (and getting to know where everything was because she wasn’t really good with directions) and lying in the engine room, listening to the hum – no, it was more like a purr, like there was a big cat beside her – of the engines. She had decided that it was her new favourite sound. Something about it was just so…. soothing. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was like how her brother liked the smell of old books, but didn’t really know why. It was just one of those things, she supposed.

She had found a nice space to lie, just underneath a jutting metal box with a bunch of wires sticking out of it. It was about as high as a table, so there was enough room for her to turn over and stuff. A couple of cables draped over her as she lay, which was a bit annoying and probably unsafe, but aside from that it was really nice, with the heat emitted by the machinery stopping her from getting cold and fan she had positioned her face under stopping too much dust from getting up her nose.

A way she had found to not die of boredom was to look at all of the different symbols and diagrams decorating the various metallic components of the engines, and try to figure out what each one stood for. Some were obvious, like a symbol that looked like a flame was probably a warning against fire. But some, like that one that looked like a circle with a line through it, were more difficult. No ball games? Not to be left out in the sun? Ah well.

It was after not only her leg but her entire body began to cramp up that Azura decided to cut her losses and emerge from her shelter, brushing grime from her long hair as she stood up and began to tramp back up to the meeting room, where Loden was sat.

“I’M BORED!” She announced as she entered the room, before taking a seat opposite him and peering in his general direction. “Entertain me.”

“There is literally nothing to do on this ship.” Complained Loden, in response. “There’s nothing I can really help you with there, short stack.”

“This is serious business, Loden.” Azura complained right back. “What’s the point of going on awesome magical adventures if we’re just gonna be bored the whole frikin’ time?”

“Heck if I know.” Shrugged Loden. “I don’t even know why Iamos wants to go through with this anyway.”

“Good point.” Mused Azura. “Why couldn’t we just stay in the village until whatever was happening there had stopped. What even was happening, anyway?”

“Didn’t you hear?” Loden leaned back in his chair. “Someone attacked Rainer and burned the house down.”

“Yeah, I know that.” Azura found herself shuddering. She hoped Rainer was alright. “But I want to know WHY. Like, just why?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Said Loden. “But whatever. Maybe after Iamos rests we can convince him to take us ba-”

“Don’t even finish that!” Growled Azura. “Don’t you even want to go anywhere!?”

“Not really. I kinda just want to head back once we’ve made our Phek-kai pit stop.”

“You haven’t even considered that something important slash awesome might be happening?”

“Of course I’ve considered it.” Snapped Loden. “Our frikkin’ house burned down! But, I… I dunno. I guess I just thought we could sort it out within a couple of days, or something.” He glowered at the table below him. “I didn’t sign on for anything longer than that.”

“Well, feel free to get off when we reach Pekky!” Azura told him.

“No way in anything.”

“Well I- wait, what?” Azura found herself understandably surprised at Loden’s statement. It was a bit of a contradiction, to say the least. “I thought you…?”

“I may not like what’s going on, but I’m not abandoning Iamos for anything.” He said.

“I… uh… ok.” Azura nodded, ever so slightly dazed, before heading back down the stairs where she tried to process Loden’s actions, which really were quite inconsistent. As her brother would have said…

“This requires ponderage.” Azura stated out load, before stalking back to the engine room. For another lie down.

However, before she could get there, she felt the ship lurch again.

And it didn’t righten itself.

Worried, she ran to the cockpit, where she saw Iamos and Daiyu staring as the ground rushed towards them.

“What are you two doing?” She almost shrieked. “Are we crashing? Why are we crashing?!”

“Relax!” Ordered Iamos, irritation evident in his sleep-deprived voice. “It’s called a landing, Azura. Just let me…”

He tugged on the wheel, and the ship stabilised with a jolt, hovering just above the ground.

“Daiyu!” He said. “Button!”

Nodding, Daiyu pressed a button to her left. Azura heard a faint sliding noise, and Iamos brought the ship down onto the ground with a final tiny jolt.

“Well, we’re here.” He showcased with a wave of his hand towards the glass. “Phek-kai.”

Peering through, Azura saw buildings higher than she had ever seen in her life. Below the hill they had landed on stretched out a sprawling landscape of houses and roads, slums and palaces. She made to ask her brother more, but saw with little surprise that she had already fallen asleep in his chair, the bags under his eyes more prominent than she had ever seen them. Sighing, she ruffled his hair once again.

“Thanks, bro.” She muttered.

6:

The city of Phek-kai was awesome until the fight.

Loden had initially been reluctant to venture outside the walls of the Origin, still not willing to accept the idea of a long-term trip, until Azura (with the help of a wrench she had found in the engine room) convinced him to at least take the opportunity to visit the capital of his country while he had the chance. And that was why, roughly thirty-six hours after the Origin had first taken off, he found himself side by side with Iamos, scouring the capital for supplies.

“What can we afford?” Loden inquired, leading Iamos along the bustling road they had found themselves on. They were exploring a section of the city that seemed to consist entirely of stalls selling things. There were mementos, there were weapons, there was stuff Loden was pretty sure was illegal. Iamos had stopped for longer than he would have liked to peer at a bunch of dusty old tomes, and he himself had almost been distracted on more than one occasion by some particularly fancy weapons he had seen for sale for what seemed like an amazing deal.

But the only thing they were looking for was food. It was the only thing they needed, Loden kept reminding himself. More to the point, it was the only thing they could afford. They had left their village in a hurry, only taking what was on them at the time, and as a result really had nothing packed for any quest, epic or otherwise. There hadn’t been any supplies aside from a small amount of fuel on board the ship, and even now the nagging question of what they were going to do once the money ran out ate at Loden as he walked.

“Assuming nobody gets greedy, enough to last us a couple of days.” Responded Iamos, rummaging through the small cloth pouch containing their pooled finances. “And then… I don’t know. Maybe you’ll have to get a job.”

“No way.” Said Loden firmly. “Uh-uh. Nope. Zip. Nay. Why can’t someone else do that?”

“Azura’s too young, and I’m… well, I’m me.” Iamos admitted. “I guess Daiyu could, but you struck me as more able.”

“Flattered, old friend, but I’d rather not.” Loden sighed. “Truth of the matter is I’m not a fan of, I guess, work. I like a good fight, sure. Hence the guard training, and all that. But manual labour wouldn’t be something I’d enjoy, and I’m not really cut out for anything that isn’t physical..”

“There, there.” Iamos awkwardly patted his friend on the back. “I’m sure we’ll find a job that takes your fancy.”

“Have you even been listening?!”

Loden was so embroiled in conversation, he didn’t initially notice the silence around them. After a few moments, however, his ears picked up the difference in noise level, and he nudged Iamos mid-sentence. “Hey, ssh.”

All around them, the people had stopped whatever they might have been doing and had split up, emptying the center of the path to make room for a group of figures on horses, who were riding down the weather-beaten track. Even as Loden watched, the parted citizens knelt down, bowing their torsos as the procession passed them by.

“Get down.” He hissed to Iamos, before sinking to his knees and bowing his head. He had heard stories about life in the bigger cities, told to him by his friends, about how you would be killed if you didn’t show proper respect for someone above you. Though at the time the tales had been kind of laughable, Loden took his personal safety quite seriously, and didn’t fancy testing anything for himself. The clacking sound of horseshoe on weathered stone grew nearer and nearer, until it suddenly and ominously stopped.

“You!” A voice thundered in Loden’s direction. “Why are you not kneeling?”

Instantly Loden knew what was happening, and screamed internally as Iamos asked “Why do I have to?” with all the passion of someone who had just been told the most boring thing ever.

He was met with dead silence – scratch that, he was met with the grinding of metal. Someone nearby was unsheathing a weapon.

Loden inwardly cursed as Iamos continued to speak. That dense fool had never liked doing anything without a good reason, and had no idea how disrespectful he was being.

“Why do I even have to kneel?” His best friend demanded. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

Still no reply.

“I mean,” continued Iamos, woefully ignorant of the danger he was now in, “I can tell that you’re important, or at least under the impression you are, because most of these people do what you say. And I get why they should move, because being trampled by a horse is an unpleasant experience, I am sure. I have no problem with the concept of moving as you pass. But I don’t understand why everyone has to physically kneel-”

“Okay, Iamos, that’s enough.” Loden mentally berated himself as he too stood up and placed a hand on Iamos’ shoulder. “You can’t just say stuff like that to people.”

“But-”

“No, I’ll explain later. Right now, you’re…” He trailed off upon noticing the speaker beginning to approach them. A tall man clad in full body armour dismounted their horse, having previously been leading a procession of what had to be at least twenty other men, all similarly armed – and a couple of whom were holding weapons. The leader purposefully strode towards the duo, eyes filled with rage. “And here we go. Look.” He held his hands up in a placating gesture, raising his voice. “I’m sorry about my friend. He can be a bit tactless, but we’re not looking for trouble…”

For a moment, the horseman stood still, eyeing Iamos and Loden, the latter of whom dared to hope that perhaps peace was still an option.

The attack was almost too quick for Loden to process.

In one fluid movement, the horseman stabbed out with his sword arm and, had Loden not hastily shoved his friend to the side, would have impaled Iamos through the chest. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as Loden could almost feel the adrenaline begin to course through his body.

“An insult to me is an insult to the Cheinise Emperor.” Spat the horseman, speaking for the first time. “Now accept your punishment!”

Loden was hardly aware of his own actions as he cupped his fists together and brought them round, slamming them against the man’s head. There was a clang and the horseman reeled, clutching his helmet as it vibrated from the blow. Loden, however, gave him no time to recover, lashing out with his right arm and catching the horseman in the stomach. The horseman, for his part, seemed to be unfazed by the second attack and rose, forcing Loden to duck as the sword flew centimetres away from his head.

“Alright, fine.” Loden twisted his body before the blade could come back around and tackled the horseman from the side, knocking him to the ground. There was a rattle of metal on gravel as the blade slid across the pathway. Loden would have celebrated a successful attack, but the punch he received to the chest stopped him from feeling too chipper about the situation.

Coughing, he stumbled backwards and massaged his chest, as the horseman rose and crouched low, before bounding forward towards him. Loden twisted his torso to the side, so that only one of the horseman’s outstretched arms proceeded to catch him instead of two. With less of a force to work against, he was able to wretch himself free from his assailant’s grip, and continued his spin as he moved his legs around to kick the horseman in the back, sending the armoured man sprawling to the ground in what Iamos would have described as “a most ungainly fashion”.

Before he could strike again, however, he felt the point of a metal blade prick at the back of his neck. Freezing in position, he reluctantly raised his hands; he wasn’t suicidal.

However, the feeling vanished as soon as it had appeared, and at the same time Loden heard a rather loud crashing noise. Craning his neck, he saw not another soldier, but rather a large hunk of earth directly behind him. Beyond that stood Iamos, sending the comatose soldier an Iamos-type icy stare.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

The streets had already been silent as the fight had actually been happening, but now Loden could hear the silence. He could actually feel it crawling down his back in a really creepy way. Whilst eighty percent or so of him was freaking out about attacking – and being attacked by – a royal guard, out on patrol, the remainder of him was wondering why nobody else was doing anything.

“Alchemist.” A voice broke the silence. Loden caught sight of the lead soldier rising from the ground, clearly doing his best to not lose any more face after getting his butt kicked by a teenager.

“I am one, though I’d prefer it if you didn’t define me as such.” Iamos haughtily replied, folding his arms as if daring anybody else to challenge him. The horseman ignored his friend’s speech and extended an arm, indicating the remainder of the men, still on horses with drawn swords.

“Come with us.” He continued, before doing something most peculiar. He bowed his head, in a sign of… respect? Not the biggest honour to bestow on someone, but still pretty weird considering the circumstances. “Our master would like to meet you, I’m sure.”

“You mas…” Loden’s speech, thoughts out loud, trailed off as he realised who was being talked about. “Wait, the Cheinise Emperor? As in, like, the Emperor of this country?” He turned his head back and forth between Iamos and the lead horseman. “Really?”

“Yes.” The horseman confirmed, neck still bent down.

Loden wasted no time in sidling up to Iamos, who was wearing a typical thinking face. “Hey, check this out! People are being nice to you! I mean, that doesn’t mean you should trust them, but still!”

“It doesn’t mean anything.” Responded Iamos, indicating with a finger. “Can’t you see? He’s shaking. I don’t believe he’s doing this of his own free will, but rather because he is under orders.”

The horseman neither confirmed nor denied Iamos’ words.

“Uh…” Loden wasn’t sure what to say for a moment. “You think so?”

“If there’s one thing I can recognise, it’s hostility.” Iamos confirmed. “Still, I’m intrigued. What would an Emperor want with the likes of me?”

“Huh? Iamos, you can’t be serious.” Loden scolded. “These guys just attacked us!”

“Well, you don’t have to come it you don’t want to.” Deadpanned Iamos. “But I’m meeting the Emperor. If only because I’ll probably be taken by force if I don’t agree to go. Besides…” Here he turned to Loden, who was shocked to see a wiry grin on his friend’s face. “It’s not something that happens every day, now is it?”

“You’re damn right, it isn’t.” Agreed Loden, before sighing. “Well, I always said you should try something new every once in a while, but this is pushing it.”

“I believe the phrase is “go big or go home”.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Do you want to end up in another fight?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Iamos approached the lead soldier and bowed in return.

“I accept your master’s invitation.” He recited, voice clear as he spoke. “We will meet with the Emperor.”

**********

The journey to the palace was silent. Loden and Iamos each found themselves hauled roughly onto a horse behind a rider, and as the convoy made an about turn and headed back to the palace, each could only wonder what was in for them once they reached their destination. Loden, personally, was quite concerned as to what an emperor may want with Iamos – an alchemist, to be specific.

During the ride, he wracked his brains, trying to think of an answer to his own question. Was it to do with prejudice? Had an order been given to round up all alchemists? But then, why would the Emperor want to see Iamos in person? Surely, if he were rounding up all alchemists, Iamos would be taken straight to a prison. It didn’t make sense. And, of course, Iamos had never actually met the Emperor. It couldn’t have been anything personal… could it? No, it couldn’t have. The horseman had addressed him as “alchemist”…

Loden was so lost in thought that he neglected the sights of the city until hearing the sound of a gate opening, and focused his attention back on his whereabouts.

They were outside the royal palace.

The gates, mighty steel bars interlocked with one another, were swinging open to allow access to an enormous grey building, layered with spires and topped with a great crimson flag that looked less like a flag and more like a door that swung back and forth as the wind enveloped it. The next highest points were the highest spires, branching out from the tops of towers and ending with golden points. From there, the metalwork spiralled down into stone, forming winding and skewwhiff patterns reminiscent of vines as iron and bronze met… whatever type of stone the palace was even made of. Heck if Loden knew, it wasn’t like stonemasonry was his thing.

The clatter of hooves on rock echoed throughout the courtyard as the procession advanced, the lifelessness of the environment putting Loden on edge. He was pretty sure that a palace was supposed to have a load of people in and around it, but he wasn’t seeing anyone except his friend and some grumpy soldiers. He anxiously tapped his fingers against his leg as the horses came to the stop, the guards dismounting and dispersing, leaving behind their leader and a couple of others.

“We shall escort you to the emperor.” The head guard declared, before turning on his heel and marching off before either Loden or Iamos could say anything. A light blow to Loden’s back propelled him into a walk, and he watched as Iamos shrugged off an attempt at physical contact by one of the soldiers and strode forward, head held high despite the uncertain circumstances. Loden chuckled as he followed, flanked by an armoured escort.

The small procession pushed open a door and began to meander down corridor after corridor, the rooms and spaces gradually become more and more extravagant. Incense and scented candles slowly burned, the aroma circling around Loden’s head and making him feel sleepy. Crimson and gold décor was practically everywhere, with carpets lining every floor and the sprawling, rich patterns painted onto the walls were obscured by furniture and weaponry.

Attached to one wall was a tapestry that extended for a good twenty meters, with crude figures enacting what Loden could only guess were historical scenes, and text narrating the happenings below the images. Peering closer, Loden could see vaguely familiar phrases such as “Qiang Huangd”, “city of Rabus”, “Britay” and “Aquila”, but he paid them little mind, not considering his history knowledge to be very detailed. The tapestry looked really pretty, though. He’d admit that.

The weapons, though! He was so enthralled, he stopped walking once or twice, and it took another prod to get him going again. But who could blame him? There were meteor hammers, butterfly swords, and… maybe even wind-and-fire wheels? It was awesome, and he had to admit, he liked the idea that the Emperor was as into weapons as he was. Common ground was always a good place to start when getting to know someone.

It was as he was letting his gaze meander that he saw someone in front of them, standing stock-still as the group moved passed. And that someone – oh.

Was really pretty.

Like, dang.

A collection of snow-coloured garments hung from her curved figure, forming an outfit that resembled a dress, he guessed, but the way she wore it just made it seem so much more refined and beautiful than any old dress. The cloth folds rippled like water plummeting from the top of a waterfall as she shifted to the side to let them pass, cascading around her form.

The girl’s hair was the colour of the blackest midnight, a striking contrast to her porcelain skin. One of her thin eyes, the left, was a brilliant, almost glowing silver, as if her pupil had been replaced with a star plucked from the night sky. The opposite eye was slightly darker, closer to slate grey, but no less captivating. Both looked almost inhumane, with the skin around them too clear and the eyelashes too long and full to be entirely real, but the idea didn’t really take away from her beauty.

Loden’s cheeks grew warm, and he realised that he was blushing.

Well, he certainly wasn’t going to let that shame him. He made sure to catch the girl’s eye as he walked past, letting the corners of his mouth curl upwards in a grin before quickly winking as he was carted away. For a fleeting moment, he could have sworn he had seen a ghost of a smile on the girl’s lips before he, or she, or both of them, turned their heads away. The corridor took a sharp turn, and the encounter was over within moments of its beginning.

**********

The great elm doors towered far above the heads of the assembled figures, metal bolts half the size of a fist hammered into the thick planks and hinges that creaked as the structures swung open into a room so large, Loden reckoned he had seen whole houses that wouldn’t have been able to fit inside.

The most noticeable thing about the room was how plain it was. Well, perhaps plain was too strong a word. It was still pretty impressive to look at, with intricately carved and painted designs creeping across the walls, and a balcony on an upper level leading off from doorways placed up the walls, providing onlookers with a view of the whole place. But compared to the other rooms Loden had been able to catch glimpses of, there was very little colour – aside from minute details on the decorations. There was none of the slew of crimson and golden he had observed earlier, and no sign of weapons or books or anything that could be considered interesting.

Instead, there was a single rectangular table that stretched across the floor of the great room, covered in designs and what looked like small pieces of stone. As he was led closer, Loden realised that the decorations on the dark table were actually quite reminiscent of a map, with what looked like the borders of territories drawn onto the smooth stone. The pieces, now that he was closer to them, had different sizes and areas, and there was a different symbol drawn onto each one.

He was shoved out of his observant state by the sight of a gnarled hand shifting several of the pieces across the surface. Looking up, he observed for the first time the trio of men that sat by the table. The man who had moved the pieces sat on the left, glowering at the board. A steel chestplate hung from his lanky frame, and dull white robes were visible underneath, swaying slightly as he moved his arms to adjust stone positions. His face was as lean as his frame, cheeks defined and chin triangular, and sunken into is face were a pair of stone grey eyes that glinted with intensity as he stroked the thin beard on his jawline. All in all, he had a “rugged warrior” look about him that was quite come-hither, and once again Loden found himself a little flustered.

On the other side sat a figure who was almost completely unidentifiable. A mask covered the majority of their face, and the only features Loden could pick out were black hair and brown eyes. He was staring just as intently at the board as the man on the left, focusing intently on what Loden was realising must have been some kind of map.

In the middle of the three sat a portlier man, brown eyes squinting at the pieces on the board. Crimson robes hung off him, scattered with gaudy golden highlights, and a black undershirt was visible beneath the cloak he was draped in. He too had a beard, longer and more well-groomed than his fellow’s, and his beady black eyes were focused on the demonstrations of the armoured man. The three together were an odd group, and Loden couldn’t help but wonder what their purposes were in the emperor’s palace.

“Your highness!” Barked the head guard, for the trio had ignored their entry. Three heads turned upwards to stare at the group.

Loden blanched. One of them was the emperor? None of them looked much like an emperor to him – though, to be fair, he had never met one before. Maybe nobody really knew what an Emperor looked like.

“I have brought before you an alchemist!” The horseman continued, indicating Iamos, flanked by two guards, who surveyed the room and deliberately avoided eye contact with anybody, instead wearing a slightly bored facial expression and acting natural. Loden, however, could tell that his friend was on edge – the arms folded over the chest were a sign of defensiveness, and if he strained his ears, he could hear Iamos breathing heavier than normal.

He was scared.

“Well, which one’s the alchemist?” The man in the middle, who Loden assumed was the emperor, spoke. His thick brows furrowed as they focused on both boys. “You’ve brought two of them, officer.”

The officer opened his mouth, most likely to gripe about how he hadn’t wanted to. Loden decided it might be better heard from a less peeved mouth.

“That would be my fault, sir.” He spoke loudly and clearly, trying to ignore his friend’s nervousness and the fact that his legs were shaking. “My buddy and I are from out of town, and when he received his summons – well, one for all and all for one, and all that. I’d prefer it if he didn’t have to come here on his own.”

“Calm your nerves, boy.” The grey-eyed man spoke now, mouth curling upwards into a wry smile. “There’s no shame in supporting a friend.”

“I…” Loden bowed his head. “Thank you.”

The middle man waved a pudgy hand.

“Guards, leave us.” He droned, sounding somewhat bored with the whole affair. Bowing, the guards turned on their heels and marched out of the room. The great doors slammed shut behind them, leaving Loden and Iamos alone in the room. There was an unsung question on Loden’s lips, but he decided to trust the emperor’s judgement.

“Why would you order your guards to leave? What if we weren’t to be trusted?”

Shame Iamos didn’t have the same sort of hesitation.

To Loden’s surprise, the Emperor didn’t react with outrage or surprise – instead, he began to laugh. Iamos glanced at Loden on confusion as the portly man chuckled, eventually settling down as the men on either side of him seemed to grin at one another.

“Well, I daresay you might have underestimated the level of security still present.” He finally declared. “Fear not, if the two of you are truly a threat to me, you won’t leave this palace alive.”

“Well, that’s not exactly encouraging.” Voiced Loden. The Emperor nodded.

“Quite. That is why I hope, for your sakes, that you aren’t here to kill me.”

“For our sakes. How considerate.” Loden folded his arms. “What do you want with Iamos, anyway?”

“That’s something I suggest we and him discuss in private.” The grey-eyed man declared, gaze shifting from Loden to Iamos and back. The Emperor stroked his straggly beard as the trio all eventually fixed their gazes onto Loden’s brunette friend. Iamos, on his part, met each of their gazes in turn. His fingertips clenched the sleeves of his shirt even tighter as he stood his ground in the face of the intimidation.

“No way.” Loden voiced his thoughts before he could second-guess himself. “I’m not leaving him.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a matter of choice.” The Emperor declared, as the grey-eyed man signalled to the third of their party, who obediently rose to his full towering height before purposefully striding towards Loden. A scarred hand latched itself onto Loden’s arm, and he found himself being dragged towards the doorway.

“Okay, fine, you make a valid argument.” Loden struggled to keep his voice even as the distance between him and Iamos increased. “Can’t I just… actually, never mind. Hey, Iamos?” He held a shaking hand in the air, clenching his fist and extending the thumb skywards. “Don’t take this literally, but, uh, knock ‘em dead.”

7:

“Quite the friend you have there.”

The first words to be spoken after the slamming shut of the brass-tipped, looming doors was by the man formerly in the center of the trio sitting at the table. Iamos turned back to him, trying to focus on the man’s face out of courtesy and getting consistently distracted by his surroundings, particularly the odd simulation that seemed to have been set up on the table in front of them. Three-dimensional lines of battle, with mobile pieces to represent the movement of troops. Very efficient for a ruler.

“I’m lucky to have him.” Iamos found himself saying, his mouth acting instinctually as his brain found interest in other aspects of his environment. “I suppose you’re lucky too sir, having people willing to lay down their lives for you.” He turned to look at the second man, in the armour. “Or does that just come with the job?”

The second man raised an eyebrow, ever so slightly. “You knew I was the Emperor?”

“Was I not supposed to?” This was certainly news to Iamos. If he had to guess, he would say that he had surprised them in some way. But why were they shocked at his having guessed right? Surely most people would have known that the man to the side was… ah.

He remembered now.

A hazy memory resurfaced within his psyche of Loden talking to him about social conventions. Conversations he typically tried to pay attention to, but dreaded due to the difficulty he had comprehending them. He would always ask “why”, and thoroughly annoy his friend with his lack of ability to “get a clue”, as Loden phrased it one time.

In any case, the memory revolved around seating conventions – because, for some reason, those in charge of society had deemed even the act of sitting down to be a formality. As he understood it, those with most power sat in the center, as a symbol of their strength and responsibility. Yet the Emperor saw fit to seat himself to the side of another man?

“Preferably not.” The Emperor admitted, cutting through Iamos’ train of thought with his gravelly voice. “As you might have guessed, it’s a ruse to throw potential assailants off the scent.” He exhaled quickly, and placed his hand on his knee. “I suppose you saw through the whole thing?”

“Actually, I’m not very knowledgeable when it comes to social convention.” Admitted Iamos. “I had forgotten that the person of influence sits in the middle, so that wasn’t where I was looking to being with. And you looked… I don’t know, imposing? You were the one moving the pieces, and I just made an assumption.” Not knowing what else to do, he bowed and clasped his arms to the side of him, the steel pendant around his neck suspended in mid-air below his chest. “My apologies.”

The Emperor chuckled. “When considering the possibilities, introversion was an oversight on my behalf. Think nothing of it.” Standing up, the lean man leaned over the table and offered his hand to Iamos. “Good to meet you, alchemist. Or would you prefer “Iamos”?”

“Either is fine with you, your highness.” Rising himself, Iamos accepted the handshake.

“Iamos it is then. And please, don’t be too concerned – or proud – of seeing through that particular deception. You can be sure I have many more tricks up my sleeve.”

“As to be expected of the leader of a country.” Shrugged Iamos, before pulling a chair out from under the table and sitting down, folding one leg over the other. If the Emperor was perturbed by his actions, he didn’t show it and took a seat himself.

“So, what do you want with me?” Iamos continued.

“I was hoping to ask you some questions, relating to your art.” The Emperor explained, the decoy beside him remaining silent as their conversation progressed. “Truth be told, this is the first time I’ve been able to talk to an alchemist, despite putting out an executive order almost half a year ago.”

“Well, we’re not exactly common.” Iamos inhaled and exhaled slowly, controlling his breathing, before raising his head and staring the Emperor dead in the eyes. A most uncomfortable feeling overtook him, as it always did when he made eye contact with someone. It felt as though he was revealing more than he wished to give away, as well as learning more than he wanted to know. It was invasive, and unpleasant. But, for the sake of making a good impression and getting the interaction over with, it had to be endured. “We aren’t liked by a lot of people. Our art is considered unnatural.”

“So I’ve heard.” The Emperor folded his arms. “But sometimes putting aside prejudice is necessary for the greater good.”

A fresh perspective. Iamos had to admit, he hadn’t predicted such a thing. And from the Emperor, of all people? He swallowed, trying to buoy his confidence.

“Well, I, uh… much appreciated.” Stuttered Iamos. “What do you want to know?”

“A great deal.” Declared the Emperor. “How much would you say you know in regards to alchemy being used in combat? What of a Philosopher’s Stone? How about-”

Iamos must have visibly winced from the barrage, as the Emperor silenced himself and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

“Forgive me, I let myself get carried away.” His hawk’s eyes, sharp and harsh like steel, met Iamos’ once again. “This must be a… sensitive subject for you.”

“Some information I would consider private, yes.” Agreed Iamos, glad to be given an excuse for his discomfort.

“Well, if that’s the case, would you feel more comfortable if I answered any questions you might have?” The Emperor spread his arms out, as if preparing for an embrace. “You believe in equivalent exchange, after all. It seems right, does it not?”

“I suppose…” Iamos hesitated, before grasping the opportunity. “We could… take turns?”

The Emperor nodded his approval of the idea, stroking his chin with thin fingers as his brow furrowed, brain seemingly at work and calculating for the new development. This was unsurprising – the Emperor struck even Iamos as a shrewd sort of character.

“Very well. I’ll go first.” He settled into his seat before placing both arms on the table, sliding his fingers together and creating a bridge that he proceeded to rest his head on. His eyes narrowed as he stared Iamos down, and the alchemist felt as though he had suddenly been placed in front of some sort of tribunal. His throat was dry. How long had it been dry? How long until he made a mistake, said the wrong thing? What would happen–

“How easy is it to create a homunculus?” The Emperor’s voice cut through Iamos’ jumbled thoughts like a knife through air. The mental chaos became white noise as the boy was presented with a point of focus. Everything became still. The younger man stiffened. A question. An answer. Doable. But…

“I don’t know.” Iamos admitted, hands trembling as he continued to stare into the other man’s eyes. “I was never told anything about that particular branch of alchemy, and there’s a reason for it.” He drew in a deep breath as the gravity of the question began to hit him. “It’s… I…” He paused. Exhaled. Inhaled. Started again. “A-as far as I’m aware, there’s a lot of taboo surrounding alchemy in general.” Every end of a sentence was a change to catch his breath. “As far as alchemists themselves go, the most sinister part of our art is the transmutation of mental substance. I – should I explain?”

The Emperor nodded.

“Right, o-okay.” Iamos desperately thought back to the lessons he had received on the subject. “So, one of the philosophies alchemy is based in is dualism – that is, that there are two substances the universe is made up of. These are, uh, physical matter and mental substance.”

“Sounds familiar.” Acknowledged the Emperor. “I’m an idealist, myself, but I know that others might believe in dualism and physicalism.”

Iamos nodded. “Well, manipulating physical substance is what we normally do. But, supposedly, we can also manipulate mental substance – that being, what, uh… what our psyches are made up of.” His whole body was trembling by this point, and he furiously dug his fingertips into his thighs. “The trouble is… I like to think that the judgement is… is situational, but the truth is manipulating mental substance is frowned upon. It’s uh… I mean, it’s just… it’s like, the alchemical equivalent of dark magic. There are some things in every art that are regarded as unlawful, because they’re unnatural and…” He trailed off, the words weighing his tongue down as his hypocrisy became more and more apparent. Weren’t those the same reasons why a lot of people disliked alchemy in general?

“Anyway, the point is, the creation of homunculi… it, uh, has something to do with that, and my master never explained any of the details and I’m very sorry!” Iamos bowed his head apologetically, rambling cut to a halt by self-awareness.

Several long, uncomfortable seconds passed by before the Emperor spoke.

“Oh well. I suppose it can’t be helped. At least I learnt something.”

Iamos remained silent, not entirely sure if he was being addressed.

“I believe it’s your turn to ask a question, Iamos.” The Emperor prompted. Iamos gave a small start. A question? Him, a question? What to ask? There wasn’t anything he needed to know, was there? There… there was.

“Yes. My question.” Iamos reached into his trouser pocket and withdrew the map that his master had ordered him to take, the map that his master had insisted would guide him. It’s dirty green cord held the page within a roll, the parchment feeling dreadfully dry and fragile, as if his grip alone could shred it. “Do you know the significance of this map?”

“This map?” The Emperor took the roll from Iamos and pulled off the cord in a single clean move, letting the paper fall open to reveal the map of Militiregneum that had been visible previously.

“My… my master said that it was, uh, important.” Explained Iamos.

“Where did your master get this?” The Emperor did not lift his eyes, and continued to study the map very intently.

“I… I don’t know.” Iamos admitted.

“I see.” The Emperor nodded some more, before lifting his thin head and fixing his gaze back on the boy in front of him. “Well, I have a theory or two.” He cleared his throat. “Map, where am I at this very moment?”

It seemed an inane question to Iamos – an opinion that was, apparently, shared by the map. Even as Iamos watched, the detailed inking of Militiregneum shone with bold red lettering that declared “In your palace – open your damn eyes!”.

“I… uh…” Iamos found himself with nothing to say. The Emperor sagely nodded, as if he hadn’t just been insulted by a scrap of parchment.

“As I suspected.” He turned his head upwards to face Iamos once again. “Young man, it appears you have found yourself in possession of the map of the Grey Wizard.”

“I- who?” Iamos blurted out, only for the emperor to hold his hand out towards Iamos, palm upright.

“One question each.” He reminded the mortified alchemist.

“I…” Iamos breathed in and out once again. “Right. Sorry. Did you want to ask something else?”

“Yes, I did, as a matter of fact.” The Emperor slowly handed the map back to Iamos – though something about the look on the man’s face sent an inexplicable amount of concern through him. “What can you tell me about the use of alchemy in combat?”

“Combat?” Iamos echoed, as he tried to search for a suitable response.

“Yes, combat.” Reaffirmed the Emperor. “You see, this Empire – my Empire – has been at war with the neighbouring Jepuni Empire for some time. You know this already, I presume?”

As a matter of fact, Iamos had. Mostly through Loden, the aspiring guard who knew full well the enemies he might have faced one day. There had been a couple of times wherein Loden had gone as far as to lecture him about the dangers of trusting someone from the Jepuni Empire, but those conversations had never sat right with Iamos. Why would he go out of his way to dislike a people he had never before met?

“Yes.” Iamos nodded. The Emperor nodded too, in acknowledgement.

“Well, as leader of this Empire, it has been, and will continue to be, my duty to find ways to defend my borders. This is why I’m curious as to the offensive and defensive capabilities of alchemy. What can you tell me?”

Now that Iamos’ initial fear was fading, he realised that there was a warm, almost melodic lilt to the Emperor’s voice. It was almost hypnotic, and another shock of adrenaline hit Iamos as he realised that there was, more than likely, some sort of manipulation taking place. Maybe not manipulation… but the man almost seemed TOO open… too trustworthy… as much as comforting a scared child might have fitted the idealised image of a ruler, Iamos figured that it was far more likely for the man to have some ulterior motive.

“Well… I was told that alchemy is like a knife.” He admitted. “It’s, uh… its first and foremost, a tool, but… it can easily be a weapon… I guess that means it… I mean, I’ve used it in fights, so…” He trailed off again. “I don’t think it was created with combat in mind, but as such, I’m sure it would be, uh… would be very useful to fight with.”

The Emperor smiled. “Thank you.”

“Uh…” Iamos faltered. “You’re welcome.”

At this point, their conversation was interrupted. The great doors that Iamos had been escorted through began to groan once again, parting to reveal a girl wearing a white dress-thing. Her lengthy, jet-black hair swayed as she strode purposefully towards the conversing pair, and she struck Iamos – ill-versed as he was – as someone with a large amount of determination.

“Father.” She said, her stern voice echoing through the chamber. “I need to talk with you.”

“Ah, Miyuki!” The Emperor smiled in greeting. “Such good timing. I was hoping that you could show our guest to a room?”

“Room?” Echoed Iamos, attention breaking between the girl and the Emperor, but neither paid him any attention as they continued to talk.

“The war of attrition that you’re waging on our southern border will not hold the Jepuni for much longer.” Miyuki declared. “General Hitoshi confirmed it when I asked. Our forces are weakening. You sacrifice our men, sending them to their slaughter every day, and for what? To prove a point? To spite me?”

“Miyuki.” There was no longer a smile on the Emperor’s face. “If you so insist on contradicting my moves, yet neither explain your full motivations nor approach me with a better solution, then it is abundantly clear that you are still a child, unready for war.”

“But I do have a solution!” She powerwalked round the table, eventually stopping and indicating a finger to a part of the map. “Father, they won’t expect an attack through the fire desert, why not send our troops around there?”

“As soon as they sense any sort of troop movement, they will be on guard, and the combative edge that you imply will be lost.” The Emperor sighed. “For now, it is best to hold the line whilst we try and implement a new strategy.”

“Father, please!” The girl’s expression softened. “This is my country. Can I not even attempt to defend it?”

“You are too young, and inexperienced.” Replied the Emperor, bluntly. “And until this war is over, we can’t risk the necessary educational trips to the outer sectors. What would happen if you were to be kidnapped by Jepuni forces? They could use you as a hostage!”

Miyuki stubbornly folded her arms, muttering something under her breath. Iamos didn’t quite hear them, and her father gave her no indication of having heard, instead turning back to Iamos.

“I am sorry, alchemist, but the duties of an Emperor call. As much as I might wish it, I cannot afford to spend any more time conversing with you.”

Iamos glanced around, but there were no windows for him to tell the time out of. Though he himself was feeling a tad tired – but that could have easily been the effect of piloting the Origin for so long.

“I-I understand.” He managed to say. “You, ah… mentioned a room?”

“Ah, yes.” The Emperor smiled in what Iamos assumed – hoped – was an apologetic fashion. “I’m afraid that there is still more I would like to talk to you about, and would enjoy the opportunity to speak to you another day. I would hope that you find yourself able to spend this coming night here, in the palace?”

“I…” Iamos hesitated, knowing full well that Azura and Daiyu would have no way of knowing what had happened to him and Loden. “I-I’m not sure, sir, I…” He sighed, keeping his head bowed down low.

“Is there anyone you would like me to take a message to?” The Emperor offered. “Family? Parents, perhaps?”

Iamos was on the brink of agreeing, and explaining the situation he had found himself in. But as he was about to speak, some strange feeling kept from revealing anything else. Perhaps it was unease in a new place, or perhaps he was just rattled from being forced into conversing with a stranger for so long. But the truth was, there was something about the Emperor that he did not quite trust, and a gut feeling informing him that it would be a bad idea to reveal, if nothing else, the existence of the Origin – which was a full-blown anomaly in its own right – to the man.

“There’s…” Iamos inhaled. Exhaled. “There’s no-one.”

The lie, and it's forgone consequences, made him feel sick.

“Very well.” The Emperor smiled again. “Miyuki will take you to a guest room. It should be habitable – I do like to be prepared for these situations. Miyuki.” He fixed his gaze on the girl again. “After you’ve done that, find Hizomu. He should be still guarding this boy’s companion. Get the other one somewhere to rest, too. It is clear that he does not intend to leave without his friend.”

“I-” Miyuki looked as though she might have liked to protest further, but paused mid-speech, before bowing. “As you wish, father.” She said in a voice that seemed a lot more disaffected than she had sounded previously, before turning and walking to the door. After a moment of bemusalment, Iamos rose and followed her, not looking back as the great doors closed behind them.

A brief, uncomfortable silence followed.

After a moment or two, Iamos turned to look at the Emperor’s daughter. She appeared to be frozen where she stood, fists clenched and trembling. A low sigh slipped out from between her lips. Suddenly, Iamos felt as though he was intruding on something private, and all but stumbled backwards – the noise of his shoes scuffing against the marble floor finally roused the girl, however, who turned a stern gaze unto him, brows furrowing as she inspected him. For his part, Iamos remained motionless as he felt the pressure of her gaze upon him. The stand-off continued for a few seconds, before she suddenly moved, all but throwing her hands up into the air in exasperation.

“You can tell my father that I’m not marrying you!” She proclaimed.

That… hadn’t been what Iamos had been expecting.

“What?” He blurted out, still trying to make sense of her words.

“My father.” She repeated, rolling her eyes. “He makes a habit of organising regular suitors for me – though…” She fixed him with a gaze unbearably familiar – somewhat disdainful – “normally, they come better dressed.”

Iamos’ eyes flicked down to his jeans and shirt, before rising again. His gaze landed somewhere near the girls’ shoulder, just as it occurred to him that they were several inches apart in height, in his favour. “You do know that it was, uh, no plan of mine to… marry you?”

Her gaze softened slightly. “Was it not?” She folded her arms. “Then what is your business here?”

“I’m an alchemist.” Explained Iamos. “The Emperor requested an… an audience with me.”

At this, the disdain on her face vanished completely. “He finally found one, then?” She scrutinised him again, presumably from a different viewpoint – though Iamos couldn’t consider himself much more comfortable with the attention. “You look very… unassuming.”

“You…. expected something else?”

“From all the rumours I’ve heard, I expected either a mighty warrior, or some sort of heinous criminal. You don’t exactly look like either.” She straightened herself out, before bowing once again. “Well, alchemist, my name is Miyuki, and I am the daughter of the Cheinise Emperor. It is… good to make your acquaintance.”

“…My name is Iamos.” He paused a moment before attempting a bow of his own. Unused to the movement, he felt uncomfortably clunky and gangly. “And the feeling is mutual… princess?”

“Miyuki is fine, thank you.” She insisted as he rose. “Now, let’s go. I know where the guest wings are.”

“Ah. Right. Those…” Iamos tapped his fingers together. “Look, I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t stay. My friends will be worried, and we-”

He haltered as Miyuki turned back towards him, this time with a strange expression on her face – he might have seen it on Loden before, but no-one else.

“I’m sorry, Iamos.” She said, just as Iamos recognized the expression for pity. “But I don’t think you have a choice.”

8: The Emperor’s Daughter

Loden had often thought about spending a great deal of time in someone’s arms. An apparently traditional romantic gesture, how it felt in real life was something that he had yet to determine. However, when had thought about it, he hadn’t imagined it as being restrained by the same person for upwards of fifteen, maybe even twenty minutes. The masked lug that was STILL holding onto him hadn’t even said anything, meaning that Loden’s exterior monologue and questioning was wasted – always a tragedy, as he considered himself a rather witty person. In any case, Loden was glad enough for help when it finally arrived. The fact that it came in the form of the girl he had seen earlier was just one heck of a bonus.

“Hizomu.” She ordered, sternly. “Release him, and leave us.”

Loden felt the death grip on his arms finally relax, and he instantly pulled away, rubbing his upper arms as he did so. The clumping of heavy footsteps told him that the man was now lumbering away.

“You know, as efficient a guard as that guy is, maybe you should let him loosen up a bit.” He recommended, knowing that the guard was not yet out of earshot, but not particularly caring. The girl turned to watch him with an ever-so-slightly quizzical look on her face as he leant backwards and stretched, groaning as he did so. The popping sounds that accompanied his movements made him inwardly wince, but he continued to talk nonetheless. “I had to have used up most of my best jokes, and he didn’t so much as snigger.”

“Sniggering at jokes isn’t part of his job description.” The girl explained, still all but expressionless as she continued to… observe him? Yeah, she was definitely checking him out. (One way or another.)

“It’s rarely part of anyone’s job description.” Pointed out Loden. “The real question is whether his job description is all there is too him.” He subtly began to observe the girl in turn. He had already seen the surface-area details, during their brief encounter on their way to see the Emperor, but it was now time for a keener observation – whilst, of course, holding a conversation at the same time. A bit tricky, but far from impossible. “Does he have some sort of tragic backstory I should be aware of?”

“No.” The girl replied, though Loden couldn’t help but wonder which part of his question she was answering. He waited for a little while, eying her closely. Whoever she was, she wasn’t a servant. Her clothes were too expensive, and she carried herself too confidently. In most other people, a lack of height like hers would be comical, or result in that person being less intimidating. In this girl’s case, however, her presence seemed to fill the space, creating the impression that she was bigger than she actually was. She was obviously used to holding her ground.

After a few moments, the silence began to eat at Loden, and he spoke again.

“Alrighty then. Let’s try a different vein of conversation. You seem very sure that I’m not some sort of dastardly intruder, who’s going to kidnap or murder you. Not that I don’t appreciate it, because getting hauled off to a jail cell would really ruin my day, but is it okay if I ask where that confidence comes from?”

“It’s perfectly acceptable.” That tiny, barely-noticeable, actually-kind-of-cute smile was back, and Loden let his own grin arc a little wider across his face. He shuffled his position as the girl spoke, boots scuffing the crimson carpet as he shoved his hands into his pockets and laxly crossed one of his lower legs over the other, supporting his weight on the straight limb. ““That confidence”, as you put it, comes from the fact that you’re not going to hurt me. I know that.”

“Yeah, but how?” Pressed Loden. “How do you know I’m not a threat?”

“Are you suggesting that I retreat on my stance?” The girl raised an eyebrow, lifting her arms from her sides and crossing them. “Allow me to remind you that me changing my mind on the matter would result in your incarceration.”

“Nothing but curiosity on my part.” Loden gave a small shrug. “It’s not like I haven’t gotten into trouble because of it before.”

“I see.” The girl’s shoulders moved backwards ever so slightly. Her version of a shrug, presumably. One thing was for sure – Loden was dealing with someone who kept their cards close to their chest. Cute as it was, there was an air of a threat to that smile. Only a madman such as him would risk tangling with her.

“Well,” she kept talking, either oblivious of Loden’s musings, or uncaring. “if you must know, it’s not that I don’t consider you unthreatening. But it is my belief that you, at least for now, have no intention of harming me.”

“Sound about right.” Confirmed Loden. “And you picked up on that… how?”

“If there’s one thing I know about men…” The girl rotated around, and began to glide down the hallway. “…they aren’t likely to harm someone they’ve been so blatantly making eyes at whenever possible.”

Damn. Caught out by hormones? That was a new low. Loden could feel himself beginning to flush crimson.

“Follow along, boy of proven masculinity.” Though her voice gave nothing away, the words were playful enough that Loden allowed himself another smile – a smaller, more genuine one – before striding after her, catching up before too long.

The palace hallways remained as objectively majestic and as subjectively meh as they had been in the past (except for, of course, any display featuring exotic weaponry), but this was less of a concern to Loden, now. After all, he now had this girl to think about. In Loden’s opinion, people were a lot more interesting than things. They had minds, and personalities, and opinions! They were all so wonderfully different. Yes, there was a coolness to weapons. But each and every weapon that he admired had been designed by someone – and he admired those people a great deal more.

In any case, his attention that wasn’t focused on scanning the general environment for anything of note was fixed firmly on the girl walking in front of him. A fascinating individual, to be sure. Her confidence was a breath of fresh air after being cooped up in a ship with both Iamos and Daiyu for hours on end, and she was more quick-witted and socially competent than most of the people he knew. Her posture, also, was impeccable, and gave an observer the impression that she was taller than she actually was.

If Loden had been in her shoes, he would have used that height – or lack of – to make people underestimate her, so that they would be less on edge in their presence. It was why he wore clothing that covered as much of his muscles as possible – so he could get the drop on anyone who might turn out to be an enemy later on. But, he conceded, perhaps things worked differently on this other plane of personal fortune. Maybe, in a royal court, it was important to constantly emit a sense of strength, so that trouble could be avoided altogether? It wasn’t like Loden would know…

The point was, it was nice to find someone that he could actually play off. Someone on whom his skills would not go to waste. Though, judging by his earlier slip-up (to be fair, she had looked gorgeous), he still had some work of his own to do.

“Here we are.” The girl’s voice cut through his thoughts once again. Looking up, Loden saw a paper-thin sliding door, decorated by an exquisitely painted image, depicting… some sort of battle? Maybe a historical scene, or something. What caught Loden’s attention was the thickness of the door – or, rather, how thin it was. Not only would it be easy to damage, but it looked as though someone outside the room would be able to hear everything happening inside. Loden could also see the silhouettes of objects inside the room because of how little material the door was made out of.

“Doesn’t seem all that… private.” He mused out loud, as the girl dug her fingers into a wooden grove near the far side of the door, prying it open with a quiet grating sound.

“These rooms aren’t designed for privacy, they’re designed for safety.” The girl explained. Loden appreciated the neutrality of her voice – he had half-expected her to be exasperated. “It’s a lot harder for someone to sneak around when just passing by a room might give the game away. There are also nightingale floors everywhere – not to mention the amount of guards.”

Loden whistled. “Dunno what I expected. It’s not like this is a palace or anything… wait, why are we here?”

“This is where you’ll be staying.” The girl explained, still giving nothing away. Damn it, why was she so hard to read?

“S’that so?” Loden peered around, going into “nonchalant” mode as he began to panic. Nifty as it all was, he hadn’t had any intention of staying in the palace, of all places. In an ideal world, he and Iamos would have already bought supplies and have made it back to the Origin, ready to head off to who-knew-where. On that matter, where was Iamos? Was he still talking to the Emperor? “Nice place and all, but I don’t remember making a reservation.”

“The choice is yours.” The girl revealed, surprising him. “My father, though, figured that you wouldn’t want to leave without your friend.”

“Iamos?” Loden turned to her. “Know where he is, by chance?”

She nodded. “There’s an adjoining room. You see that?” She pointed to what appeared to be the wall facing the pair, now that they were inside the room’s doorway. It was made out of the same skinny material as the other door (paper, Loden had decided, daft as it sounded), and also was covered in depictions of ancient warlords decapitating one another. Cheerful stuff. But there was another wooden groove in the side – did that mean it was another door?

“Is that hand bit-” Loden made a grabbing motion with his hand to demonstrate what he meant. “-the only way of knowing whether it’s a door or a wall?”

“I’m afraid so.” The girl informed him. “It’s a bit of a pain, to be honest.”

“You’re telling me.” Loden muttered, striding forward without pause, head almost hitting the low-hanging ceiling lantern as he passed. Upon reaching the door, he squinted, attempting to peer through it. Behind him, he could hear the girl about to ask what he was doing.

“Not that I don’t trust you, I just want to make sure that I don’t open the door on the wrong person.”

“I’m fairly certain that that’s what it means to not trust someone.” The girl replied. Loden turned to look back at her. Her arms were folded again, and she seemed to be pushing herself forward as she spoke. That, combined with the edge that her words suddenly had (where had that even come from?), gave Loden the sudden impression that he was cornered. A wild animal, trapped by a hunter and staring down the tip of a spear. He flinched, despite himself.

“…Okay, fine, I don’t trust you. To be fair, though, we just met.” He placed his hands on his hips, and stared her down. This cornered animal wasn’t going down without a fight. “Just because I was making eyes at you doesn’t mean that I’d get so carried away. A man’s got other things to than chase after the ladies.” His eyes wandered away from hers, and his head tilted until he found himself glancing back at the door-of-sorts. “Like looking out for his friends.”

There was a short silence. The girl remained expressionless, the pretty face becoming more and more mask-like to Loden’s eyes – a tool to throw people off, to never reveal the true feelings of the wearer. Did any emotions ever get through, he wondered? Was this really how someone privy to the Empire’s courts had to act? Day in, day out, never letting their guard down? Was that the price to pay for never having to worry about the weather, or where your next meal was coming from?

Despite often bitterly wondering about the differences in class, at that very moment, Loden Adalwin was happy with being born to a pair of immigrants.

The girl looked as though she was about to speak, and the sight focused Loden on the situation at hand. However, a voice spoke up before she could.

“Loden?”

It was quiet. Very subdued. Very tired-sounding. But it was undoubtedly the voice of his best friend.

“Iamos!” Loden called back, turning to face the door. A humanoid shape was visible on the other side, slowly moving towards the door. “That you, buddy?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Iamos sounded like he was talking in his sleep as he stopped in front of the door. “Let me just-”

He stopped talking as a ripping sound rang out, echoing into the silence of Loden’s room in an almost ominous fashion. Loden looked down, and saw that Iamos’ hand had missed the fiddly little wooden groove on the edge of the door. Instead, it had gone right through the paper-thin wall. Iamos’ extended fingers still lingered on the other side of the door, quivering slightly.

“Oh.” Loden muttered, torn between laughing out loud and curling into a ball from second-hand embarrassment. The hand stayed where it was for a moment longer before slowly, awkwardly retreating through the hole it had created, a couple of smaller ripping sounds accompanying it. The girl remained silent, and Loden couldn’t help but wonder what she might have been thinking.

After a couple more seconds, the door finally slid open to reveal Iamos, head hanging low. His limbs were drooping, and he was grabbing onto a wooden frame (rather than leaning on a flimsy wall) for support. He looked like he had run for miles – but Loden knew better.

“That bad?” He asked, softening his voice. Though he wanted to reach out a hand and comfort him, he figured that physical contact may not have been a good idea.

“Yeah.” Iamos breathed, the words little more than a whisper on the non-existent breeze.

“What…” The words made Loden jump a little. Upon seeing Iamos, all of his other thoughts had dived out of his head – he had almost forgotten that the girl was still there, watching everything. His gaze flicked back between her and Iamos as she paused, furrowed her brow, and spoke again. “What happened?”

“My guess? That conversation she had with that Emperor of yours stressed him out.” Normally, Loden would be better – far better – at keeping emotion out of his voice. But a combination of the stress of being dragged into a palace and seeing his friend reeling from the pressure of such a conversation left him caring little about putting up a confident front. The girl gave a small start, but Loden didn’t care. It wasn’t like he really owed the Emperor any respect, anyway.

“Not just that.” Iamos spoke again, before wandering over to a chair that was in Loden’s room and sitting down in it. As he walked, his legs trembled like a new-born lamb. “Loden… I have to stay.”

“Why?” Loden blurted out, as a sinking feeling overtook him.

“The Emperor wants me to.” Despite the implied honour, Iamos looked as though he’d rather be anywhere except inside a palace. “I… I couldn’t tell him about the Origin. I couldn’t. So now I can’t even get a message to Azura and Daiyu…” He leaned forward in the chair, clenching his hands together, staring at the ground.

“Shoot.” Loden muttered, hesitantly beginning to walk towards Iamos before stopping dead. “How many spoons do you have left, buddy?”

The girl shot a hint of a quizzical look at Loden, clearly surprised by the question. Now that Loden thought about it, it was becoming ever-so-slightly easier to read her. It helped to keep in mind that even when she did emote, the effect was often still minute. Jeez, she was going to give him a headache.

“Not many.” Responded Iamos. “That, or they’re made of… paper, or something. I don’t know. I just…” His head lowered even further, his back arching over like a collapsing bridge. “I just need some time.”

“I hear you.” Loden would have leaned back against the wall, but he was afraid of doing an Iamos and tearing right through the material. He settled for running his hands through his greasy hair, the feeling soothing him somewhat. It was a nervous tic of his.

“Spoons?” He was brought out of his brooding by the girl’s voice. Iamos looked up again, as though seeing her for the first time.

“Hi Miyuki.” He managed to say.

“Oh, so the two of you have met?” Loden’s eyebrow raised as his gaze shifted from one to the other. Though, if he thought about it, it made sense for the same person to escort both Iamos and Loden to their rooms. “Also… Miyuki. Nice name, that.”

“Much appreciated.” The girl replied. “Loden, too, has an appealing ring to it, don’t you agree?”

“Would you believe me if I said that I was biased on the matter?”

“I would consider that a realistic opinion.”

“Glad to hear it.” Loden’s rising mood plummeted back down to earth when he turned his attention towards Iamos once again. “So… you’re stuck here?”

“Mm.” Iamos nodded. His face slowly contorted into one of a boy in thought. “You know, he only asked for me. You don’t hav-”

“Iamos, do me a favour and allow what you’re about to say to perish and die.” Loden was tempted to walk forward a couple of steps for emphasis, as he normally would have done, but he did not dare to invade Iamos’ personal space during recovery time. “If you think I’m willing to leave without you, you must be really shaken up.”

“But…” Iamos was still struggling with the words. Still breathing heavily. Still shaking ever so slightly. How long had it been, Loden wondered, since that cool and collected façade had dropped like this? “The others will… they’ll… they’ll wonder where we are.”

“Nope.” Loden grinned and arched his back lower in an attempt to meet Iamos’ eyes – wait, no, that wouldn’t be a good idea. He stopped trying to make eye contact, and settled for trying to stare at the forehead area. “They aren’t going to be wondering anything. I’ve got a plan-” He stopped talking as he realised something rather inconvenient.

Miyuki’s eyes remained glued to him as he awkwardly rose and turned to face her.

“Uuh…” He hesitated, unable to think of any kind of excuse on such short notice, and even more unable to think of a way to prevent her from ratting them out the second he said anything that might be considered out of turn in the Emperor’s domain… or whatever. “Feel free to cover your ears?”

Chaffing moron. That wasn’t exactly subtle.

In response, Miyuki folded her arms and stared the pair down. “No, keep going.” She urged, and Loden could have sworn he could see her smirking. “I’m interested.”

Loden sighed. “Can you at least promise to not repeat a word of what I’m about to say to… well, anyone?” When all else failed, bank on human decency and make sure to do your business before they change their mind.

“I make no promises.” She replied, much to Loden’s dismay. If he looked at the situation realistically, perhaps he would have seen the inevitable disaster, but Loden Adalwin had never been one for realism. Everything that happened could be worked into his favour. He just had to be… creative about it. And, on the plus side, a hot girl was interested in what he had to say, which was something.

“I mean,” Loden explained as he decided to throw caution to the wind (it had never really done him much good anyway), “I’d expect you to report the escape I have planned.”

“Escape?” She raised an eyebrow, now. “Continue.”

“Well, it’s quite simple.” Loden raised a hand and continued to feign confidence. “I shall fight my way through whatever guards might be stationed, and, once Iamos recovers, he shall use his alchemy to make a nice hole in the wall, through which we can escape. It’ll be easy.” That was it, he just had to keep projecting that confidence. The bluster behind his words might have been slightly apparent, but few people were ever willing to question someone who sounded as sure of their words as he did. No, he wasn’t projecting confidence. He was confidence. He was-

“…an utter idiot.” Her voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Come again?”

“I said, you’re an utter idiot. Do you really think it would be so easy to “escape”, as you put it, the royal palace?”

Loden stroked his chin, trying not to lose his temper or panic. “I mean, I did until you said that…”

“The security isn’t exactly lax.” Miyuki glowered at him. “The guards stationed in here are on the lookout for any suspicious activities – that includes breakouts as well as break-ins. If you intend to literally break out with alchemy, you’re going to trigger a city-wide search.”

“Then… then we’ll sneak out!” Loden protested, struggling more and more to regain control over the situation, though he knew deep down that he was already in over his head.

“Have you even heard of a nightingale floor?” Miyuki responded. “You don’t know your way around, or anything about the guards’ shifts. You’d be caught within minutes.”

“Fine.” Snarled Loden. “But anything’s better than sitting around here and doing nothing.”

“Anything?” Miyuki echoed, folding her arms. “What about being moved to less comfortable lodgings? Being separated? Maybe even executed?” She narrowed her eyes, and Loden was struck by how suddenly emotive she seemed to have become. “You have more to lose than you might believe.”

There was a brief silence. Loden inhaled and exhaled, heavily. In all honesty, he was angry. Angry at himself, and his naiveté, because of course it wasn’t going to be that easy to get out of a palace, but having it pointed out to him still stung. He needed to focus on something else. Anything else…

“I have to admit, I’m surprised that we’re having this conversation, as opposed to you running off and telling someone about my intentions.”

The words were out of his mouth before he had time to consider their folly.

Miyuki remained silent for a moment, before shrugging.

“I’m a higher authority than you might realise.” She revealed. “There’s not a lot of people I could leave it in the hands of. Besides…” She smirked at him, and holy spades, it was an actual smirk instead of some suppressed hint of emotion. That was new.

“I have an idea of my own.” She finished, leaving Loden – for the first time since meeting her – truly uneasy as a result of her words. It was obvious enough that she was a secretive and scheming sort of person. Whatever idea she had, Loden doubted that it would be good for him.

“Let’s hear it.” He challenged, staring her down. She began walking closer, each step slow and small. Physically putting pressure on him. Damn, she was good.

“How about... I don’t tell anyone about what you’re planning.” Step. “That instead of reporting you, I help you.” Step. “Guard positions.” Step. “Trapped areas.” Step. “Quick exits.” Step. “I can be your guide through this maze of a palace.”

She was standing almost directly in front of Loden now – he had to look down to see into her eyes, which remained deceptively beautiful and dazzling. Her gaze… he figured he now had a new understanding of why raccoon traps were so effective.

“Sounds helpful.” Loden admitted, keeping his voice low and measured as he stared her down. “But if there’s one thing I know about an offer like that, it’s that it’ll come with some strings attached. So… what’s your game?”

“I’m very glad you asked.” She was almost smiling now, her face reminiscent of something grateful and dangerous and conflicted all at once. He couldn’t get a lock on her true feelings… and that bothered him.

“I’ll be leaving with you.”

9: Liberation

The blonde man – Loden – did not immediately reply to her declaration. Though a running theme of their conversation thus far appeared to be his trying and failing to mask his emotions, she was struck by how particularly taken aback he was. Brows raised high above his eyes, and mouth slightly open as he stared at her. His face shifted from shock to incredulity, and he eventually said, with a surprisingly calm voice – “What?”

Whether it was disbelief or thick-headedness that warranted a repetition, she wasn’t entirely sure, but chose to retain faith in him and assume the former.

“I said that I shall be leaving with you.” She repeated, making sure to draw the words out slightly, to ensure that they could be understood. Honestly. Stepping back, her gaze flitted from one to the other, as she began to collect her thoughts and feelings in regards to the two strange visitors she had decided to throw her lot in with. Part of her regarded them with disdain. The man seemed a pale imitation of many members of her court, with his façade at times flawless and at times flimsy. Not to mention, the undercurrent of physical attraction was one that she had seen enough times in various young men to make her eyes roll. As for the boy, a single conversation had left him drained of energy and in a hopeless state. If that was how he handled himself in stressful situations, how on earth was he meant to function within society?

And yet… there was something about them. Something new, that she had never seen before. True, Loden’s displays of raw emotion were somewhat aggravating; but they were somewhat endearing, as well, and he seemed to be socially competent enough to, at the very least, make interesting conversation with. As for the flirtation? It was crass, certainly, but there was a certain bluntness to it that seemed a breath of fresh air after the countless suitors who had written haiku, spoken in riddles, and carried themselves so far above her that they might have well have been residing atop a mountain, looking down on her with all the amusement that one might possess whilst observing a pet. What was the term? “Down to earth”? That seemed to summarise him well enough.

And – what was the other’s name? Iamos? – there was also a charm in the way the boy had attempted respect, even whilst at his nerve’s end, and had kept his composure long enough to be escorted to his room (a place of rest, she realised) before falling apart. And, of course, the fact that he had, despite his fear, managed to hold a semblance of conversation with her father – a man who could have sentenced him to death with a glance if he had so desired.

Loden frowned. “So… I wasn’t hearing things, then?”

“No. I daresay you weren’t.” She replied coolly. “I shall help you escape, if that is what you desire, but my price is that you allow me to join you.” Her eyes flicked to the closed doorway. No silhouettes to be seen. They were alone.

“‘Kay, here’s the thing.” Loden folded his arms. “Our situation is kind of complicated at the moment. We’re not native to the city, and our actual home went up in smoke, like, two days ago. We’re basically here because we have no idea where the hell else to go, and because there’s this really vague situation involving a map that Iamos-” he flicked a thumb in the direction of the boy “has pretty much got himself fixated on. So… don’t think that you’re going anywhere special or specific.”

Well, that was… mostly expected. She had already assumed that the two were not inhabitants of Phek-Kai, as her father would have brought in the alchemist long ago if that were the case. And, in all honesty, they hadn’t struck her as the type of people to be meticulously planning ahead. And, tragic as it was, a house burning down was commonplace within an Empire at war. The oddity was the strange map that the man had mentioned.

“I’m… sorry about your home.” She found herself saying. Not that it should have been a surprise. Condolences were an appropriate response to such a revelation.

“Thanks.” Loden grunted, folding his arms. A heavy weight seemed to land on his shoulders, and he hunched over for but a moment before rising higher and grinning. There it was. The grin that, as she was fast learning, was the man’s trademark. She couldn’t recall meeting anyone who smiled so often and so brightly. But she had noticed that some smiles were less forced than others. “Don’t worry about it, though. We’ll sort it out.” He continued.

“You sound very sure.” She observed.

“Now, where have I heard that one before?” He raised an eyebrow, his eyes meeting her own, once again. A part of her tensed, awaiting the challenge – but in his eyes held no hostility. Instead, she saw a carefree playfulness. Very different to what she was used to, yes, but also very welcome.

“I daresay you heard it just a moment ago, mister Loden.” She replied coolly. “Surely your memory is better than that.”

He gave nothing away, instead standing up and laughing slightly. “I guess I walked right into that one.”

“Loden…” The boy’s voice interrupted their conversation. They turned to look at him as he rose, brow furrowed in thought. She observed his facial expression – as open as the man was, Iamos was more readable still. His lips were pursed, and his hands were running in and out of each other’s grip – fingers dancing across knuckle and palm. His eyes, which had previously been all but blank, a void of colourless blue, were now alight with a world of ideas and thoughts. His irises stared at his hands so intensely, as if he were holding all the secrets of the world in his writhing fists.

“Let’s do it.” He continued, lifting his head to properly view the two for the first time. His knees were shaking. He swallowed. The fire in his eyes flared. “Let’s let her come with us.”

“Well, I… are you sure?” Loden’s own brow drew closer to his eyeline as he stroked his chin in thought. “It’d be easier to get out of here with two people than with three, right?”

“I guess your memory is that bad.” She snarked at him. “Like I said, I can be your guide through the palace. You’d be lost otherwise.”

“That’s not all.” Iamos added, now tapping his fingers together. His shoulder remained hunched, like a defeated tree, but his head rose in spite, a fresh sapling sprouting from the aged bark. “You’re the Emperor’s daughter, correct?”

“Yes.” She confirmed, ignoring the exclamation of surprise from Loden.

“What the hell?”

“If we’re stopped in the hallway, just us, we’ll probably be restrained. Imprisoned. Killed.” Iamos, too, continued to speak, ignoring his friend as he did so. “It doesn’t matter. The point is, they won’t ask questions. But if you’re there…”

At this, he looked directly at her for what might have been the first time, and she was ever so slightly taken aback as a result.

“If you’re there, they’ll have to let us pass.” He reasoned. “You could use your authority, and stuff...”

“I see your point.” She confirmed, pondering the idea. Yes. Yes, it could work. The only trouble was…

“If it goes wrong, who knows what might happen?” Loden butted in. “Overestimate her authority, and we’d just be in a whole heap of trouble. That, and she’d probably be reported as missing or something if we actually succeed, seeing as how this is unauthorized.” His eyes wandered to hers. “Not that I’m, like, saying that you can’t come, but we should probably think this through.”

“There is, of course,” she decided to interject, “the fact that if you don’t let me come along, I’ll just tell the guards what you have planned, and you’ll end up imprisoned anyway.”

Her statement was met with a brief silence, before Loden rolled his amber eyes.

“Okay, I’ll bite. That’s kind of hard to argue with. Iamos?”

Iamos thought for a moment, but eventually shook his head. “We have to take this one step at a time.” He decided. “We can worry about the bigger picture after we get out of here. Besides…” his gaze drifted to her again. “it wouldn’t feel right, leaving you here after you asked to leave.”

For a moment, she wasn’t quite sure what to say. It was interesting, she reasoned, that she had met people who acted primarily according to their hearts instead of their heads. (Another stark contrast to court life.) But there was something… oddly touching about such a motivation. Something noble.

“And people say chivalry is dead.” She allowed herself to smile, before turning back to Loden, who was wearing a decidedly nonplussed look. “Do you wish to dispute further?”

“Nah.” Loden shrugged, before holding out his hand. “Welcome aboard.”

Hesitantly, she reached out in turn, only for Loden to take hold of her hand and rotate it downwards, before bowing and planting a kiss on her knuckles. When he rose, there was a sparkle in his eyes and his grin was firmly on his lips.

“Let’s just hope we can stay free long enough to get to know each other, eh?”

**********

“You really think you’re going to need all of this crap?”

Once again choosing to ignore Loden’s crassness, she gave a quick nod in response, before choosing to elaborate.

“From the sound of it, you have a limited fund.” She turned to Iamos, raising an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”

He shook his head.

“Thusly,” she continued, delicately folding another jewel-inlaid kimono and placing it in the open bag, amongst its fellows, “I’ll take with me as many of my valuables as possible, in order that we might sell them later on. Consider them an investment.”

“Oh, I get it.” Loden made a fist, which he then tapped against the palm of his other hand. “If that’s the case, why don’t you just take all of your jewellery with you? Wouldn’t that be a lot easier to carry?”

“I already have.” She declared, pointing to a large pouch sitting on her bed. Loden wandered over, pulling the top open and inspecting the contents.

“Very nice.” He said, appraisingly, after a brief moment.

“Don’t get too attached.” She warned, harkening back to her plan.

Loden turned back to her, arms folded. “That’s what I could say to you. You telling me you don’t like any of them? I’d figure that there’s at least one thing in here you like wearing or looking at.”

She shrugged. “There are a couple.”

“Are we done?” Iamos interrupted. Both parties turned to him, and she noted his visible agitation. The listlessness from before was being replaced with a nervous energy, and the boy was becoming antsy. His leg jumped up and down as he sat on her chair, staring at no-one.

“Almost.” She assured him, adding the final possible garment to the bag and tying it shut. She handed the bag to Loden.

“Eh?”

“You’re carrying it.” She explained patiently, before grabbing the pouch of jewellery and striding across the room to hand it to Iamos. He took it wordlessly, fingers gripping the fabric like a lifeline. Ignoring Loden’s complaining, she straightened her posture and turned to the window of her room. The bustling city of Phek-Kai greeted her, streets full of citizens heading about their daily lives. The entire sight was coloured brown and beige by the slated and angled roofs that had been placed upon every house in the city. She inwardly sighed. She would miss the view, if nothing else. But now, at least, she had been given the chance to see her country in person, rather than through a window, or the illustration of a book. And she would take that chance, whatever the cost.

“Okay.” She sighed. “Wait outside.”

“Huh?” Loden exclaimed, and she folded her arms as she faced him. A moment of silence, and she waved her arms up and down her person, indicating the long, flowing, and horribly impractical dress she was wearing.

“I need to get changed.” She explained.

Loden took another moment to process before grinning once again, and bowing with a flourish.

“I understand.” He sauntered towards her door, pulling Iamos after him. “Tell us when you’re done, alright?”

“I will.” She assured the pair as they left her alone.

She wandered over to her wardrobe, and began to search for clothing more practical as she began to think. Her most significant concern was what her father might do upon realising that she was gone. He would surely send troops after them, attempting to reclaim her – he certainly wasn’t above using his militia to track down family members, after all. They’d have to move to the outskirts of the empire, as quickly as possible. Whether she could or not, she wasn’t sure, but it was a necessary struggle. To see her country – no, to see the world, and how its inhabitants chose to live. Their circumstances. Their trials and tribulations. This was all information that she needed to understand, almost desperately. How could she be a ruler if she had never interacted with anybody outside her capital city? How could she truly understand them, if she had never seen them for herself?

Her movements were automatic, and she dressed herself quickly. A mid-calf skirt, flat-soled shoes, a long shirt – all coloured grey and white. Still elegant enough to show her status, but infinitely more practical than her previous outfit.

“You done?” Loden’s voice, muffled through the door, reached her ears. He sounded as upbeat as ever.

“Just about.” She responded. Moving quickly, she hastened to her desk and grabbed the case to be found on top. Its contents softly rattled as she stalked across the room and opened the door to find her new companions waiting outside, hands in pockets.

“Ah,” Loden said, “Good.”

“People kept walking past us and giving us looks.” Iamos noted.

“You not in the mood?” Loden immediately queried, hefting the bag she had given him over his shoulder.

“No.” Iamos said simply, his grip around the smaller bag he had been given tightening. He turned in her general direction, eyes roving and eventually fixing their gaze somewhere around her feet. “I see what you mean.” He confessed, after a moment’s silence. “There are too many people to just evade.”

“Mm.” She agreed with the noise, adjusting her grip on her case, and began to stride off. “Follow me.”

Wordlessly, the boy and the man began to follow in her wake. Loden’s posture straightened itself out, his height increasing until he cut a most imposing figure – acting almost as a guard for their party. Iamos, on the other hand, hunched over as he walked. His shoulders a decrepit arch, his hands remained firmly in his pockets as he stalked forwards. It was as if he was trying to make himself smaller, less noticeable. Parts of her attention were torn between one and the other, observing their strength and aerodynamic walking respectively. Most of her concentration, however, was spent on adjusting her own image. Back straight. Eyes dead center. Her face, a mask. Cold and emotionless. Sparing no glance for the servants and guards they came across, she strode past them, making it very clear that she had business and was not to be questioned. The pair followed close behind her. Loden was grinning and winking, acting the flirt. Iamos’ gaze didn’t rise once. Truly, they were a contradictory duo.

The corridors had always been somewhat maze-like in their build, an inconsistent floor layout being a further security measure that the palace had been designed with. (Under normal circumstances, she would have been able to recall whichever ancestor of hers had built the royal palace. Given her current situation, however, it was fair to say that she had better things to worry about.) She navigated the hallways automatically, leaving herself on a form of autopilot as she walked, and focused on keeping her head steady. Focused on not showing any sort of emotion.

The unlikely trio continued to progress, walking down a carpet-covered flight of stairs. Though the various people wandering around the palace did nothing to stop them, she detected a number of odd looks, especially from the lords. They must have looked at least somewhat suspicious – all of them in casual clothing (comparatively casual, in her case), and carrying supplies. What worried her was the fact that the lords all remained in the palace for the express purpose of impressing her father. Would one of them run to him, tell him that his daughter acting suspiciously? She focused, slowing her breathing and her pace. Nobody would question someone of her status who moved with such purpose. Someone with something to hide would be acting suspiciously. Cautious and wary. Though her boldness worried her, she also knew that it was her best chance of an easy escape.

Every step felt too slow. Though she knew differently, she could not completely suppress her paranoia. Thoughts of her father arriving out of nowhere, intending to stop her in her tracks and bring down her plan before she could even properly enact it, almost enticed her to move faster. Only the self-control that she had honed through a life in the royal courts, where every move was calculated and every expression could be a sign of either strength of weakness, kept her from panic. The daring nature of her plan struck her. She had never done something so bold before. It felt so… sudden. Was it too sudden? Had she foolishly made the decision on the spur of the moment? More importantly, would she come to regret her hastiness?

“Your highness.” The voice snapped her out of her thoughts. One of the guards of the palace was standing in front of her – not blocking her way outright, but positioned so that he could at a moment’s notice. His armour glittered and shimmered as he moved, the light from the hallway’s windows reflecting off it and shining it in many different directions. Behind the guard, she could see the doors of solid metal that sealed the palace shut – all that stood between her and the expanse of the city. A further pair of guards were watching over the doors, one on either side. Their hands clenched the hilts of their swords. Constant vigilance.

“I wasn’t aware that you had been given permission to leave.” The tone of the guard’s voice was level, but it rung with an unspoken warning. You are not allowed to be here. Behind her, Loden bristled. She could almost imagine his hackles raising, like a dog, as she began to feel the impatience roll off him. There was also a hint of anger within his aura, as though he was indignant for her sake.

“I see.” She replied, coolly. “Perhaps there has been a miscommunication. If you like, we can discuss this with my father?”

“I… okay.” The guard, obviously flustered, agreed. She felt Loden calm down somewhat, though his energy still simmered under the surface. Turning on her heel, she began to stalk back the way she came. A moment passed – then three sets of footsteps began to follow her. Due to nobody else being in sight, she allowed herself a minute smile of satisfaction.     She turned a corner and continued on, noting that there was nobody else present either. It was only her, the guard, the boys, and the red floors and white walls. After continuing for a few more seconds, she suddenly noticed that the steps behind her had stopped, and had been replaced by a choking noise. Turning back around, she could only stare at the sight of Loden with his arm wrapped around the guard’s neck. His other hand was occupied covering the guard’s mouth, and the man was definitely growing weaker as his air supply was cut off. Behind the struggling pair, Iamos held both bags and stared down the space behind them, watching their backs for any sign of someone approaching them.

“What are you doing?” She eventually hissed as loud as she dared. Loden stared at her quizzically.

“Is this not what you were planning?” He asked dumbly, even as he continued to restrain the other man.

“No! I was going to send him…” She closed her eyes. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. We’ll have to go from here.” She glared at Loden. “Just make sure you don’t kill him.”

“I won’t.” Loden assured her as the guard stopped struggling. “Aaaand… there we go.” He gently laid the man on the ground. “Nighty-night, buddy.” He looked up at her. “Want me to hide him?”

“That would be appreciated, yes.” She stared at the door nearest to her, confirming that there was nobody inside, and then opened it. “Just put him in here. Quickly, a patrol could pass by any moment.”

Wasting no time, Loden unceremoniously deposited the body underneath the room’s table, ensuring that the cloth on top of it concealed sight of it. Once that was done, she closed the door and paused to take stock of the situation.

“What now?” Loden asked, echoing her own thoughts.

“Now we need to get past the two guards in front of the door.” She murmured, neglecting to mention the potentially short timeframe he had cursed them with. Who knew when the guard might wake up? If she had been able to go through with her initial plan, she knew for a fact that it would have taken him upwards of hours to navigate the entire palace in search of her father, and some time more to talk to actually the man. Whereas now, he could awaken in minutes. All of this, however, remained unsaid – there was no sense in causing divisions or doubt at this point. “The fact that there are two of them makes this more difficult. You can restrain one, but the other will still be able to either attack you or run for backup.” She turned to Iamos, who looked back at her after sensing her gaze upon him. “Is there anything your alchemy can do?”

“Anything to take them both out at once?” Loden added.

“There might be.” The boy said, after a brief hesitation. “Give me a moment.” He paused again. “Actually, could you distract the guards? This might take a while.”

“What are you going to do?” Loden interjected.

“You’ll see.” Iamos shrugged. “But it’ll look weird if I just stand there.”

“We just moved away though. It’ll look weird if we come back.” She pointed out.

“We’ll come up with something!” Loden encouraged.

Iamos nodded agreement. “I don’t call you “the prince of nonsense” for nothing.”

Loden pouted. “Was that necessary?”

She hid her smile as she began to walk towards the corner. “Well, I’m sure that, between the two of us, we can think of something.” She turned to Loden. “Are you coming, prince of nonsense?”

“Right behind you, literal princess of… uh… bunk?”

“We can decide on a title later.” She assured him. He nodded, grinning, as the trio turned back around the corner to confront the remaining two guards. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Iamos standing motionless behind them, hands in pockets, eyes staring straight ahead. The sudden focus was unnerving, but there was no time to focus on it. They had to buy some time.

“Alright, gents.” Loden spoke as they stopped two feet or so in front of the guards. “How’s it hanging?”

The two men exchanged looks.

“Shouldn’t you be talking to your father right now, your highness?” One of them ventured.

“Oh, my father and your companion are talking right now.” She explained, as Loden flicked a thumb behind him to illustrate her point. “Rest assured, my words will be confirmed soon enough.”

“If you’re sure.” The man on the right said. “But we can’t let you out until then.”

She smiled without humour. “Don’t worry, I understand.”

After this, there was no talking for a moment. She noticed that the air suddenly seemed heavier, and she began to take slower and deeper breaths. It was an uncomfortable, unearthly feeling. Was it the alchemist’s doing?

“So…” Loden eventually blurted out. “Got any pets?”

Truth be told, she wasn’t quite sure where the conversation would have gone if either of the guards had answered Loden’s question. However, they were saved by Iamos’ voice:

“Loden! Miyuki! Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure!” Loden called back, and the two began to trek back to him before either man could question them.

““Got any pets?”” She echoed. “Why?”

“If you want to avoid awkward small talk, just ask someone about pets.” Loden explained. “Trust me.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” She managed to say, coughing as less air than she had expected managed to reach her lungs. She was feeling light-headed by the time she and him reached Iamos.

“Get behind me.” He ordered, putting the bags down, and she was startled by how easily she was able to breathe behind him.

“What did you do?” Loden, who had apparently been experiencing something similar to her, asked.

“Increased the air pressure and density in that area.” Iamos explained. “It’ll be a lot harder to breathe in there than out here – in fact, the air pressure is lighter than normal outside my immediate area of influence, so take it easy.”

“Now what?” Pressed Loden.

“Well, we could wait for them to pass out, but we’d have to wait in this high-pressure area for that to happen, and we’re on a time limit.” He turned to look at her. “Right?”

She nodded. The alchemist furrowed his brow, and turned back to the guards.

“Okay.”

Suddenly, in a lightning-fast movement, he raised his arms out past either side of his torso, like a pair of crippled wings, before bringing them back together in a clap. The startling part, however, was that both of the guards bowed low with yells, covering their ears. One even fell to his knees.

“Loden!” Iamos exclaimed, and Loden sprinted forward. Taking advantage of the guards’ paralysis, he doffed their helmets and slammed his palm into the back of their neck. They were unconscious within moments. Loden flashed them a thumbs up, before pulling a lever on the wall. The gates began to open.

“What happened?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“A localised sonic attack.” Explained Iamos. “It’d take too long to explain, but the gist of it is that sounds are louder in denser environments.”

“I see…” She trailed off, marching forward as Iamos’ brow unfurrowed and he began to follow her, picking up their supplies as he went. The air, she noticed, had returned to normal.

“Nice job, buddy.” Loden smirked as the other two joined him. In a quick movement, he took the larger bag from Iamos’ hands and slung it over his shoulder. “So, what now?”

“Now, we just have to… ah… keep our cool.” She declared. “The guards outside will figure that we’re allowed to be here, because the guards on the inside wouldn’t have let us out otherwise.”

“I see the logic.” Loden admitted, stroking his chin. “But how are we going to get to the edge of the city?”

“Persuasion if we’re lucky. Theft if we’re not.” She strode down the steps and turned to the right, beginning to walk towards the horses and men that were loitering outside the palace.

“Man, did they not move these guys?” Loden wondered out loud. She chose to ignore him, and made her way to the highest-ranking soldier she could see.

“We’ll need three of these.” She declared loudly.

“Two.” Interjected Iamos. When all eyes turned to him, he shrunk inward. “I… I can’t ride a horse.”

“And why would I let you ride off to who knows where?” The soldier questioned, placing his hands on his hips and glowering at the trio, towering over her in particular.

“Because my father authorised their usage.” She replied, remaining passive. “And you wouldn’t want to incite his displeasure by going against his orders.”

“Did he really?” The soldier growled.

Loden growled back.

“Would we be here if he hadn’t?” She emphasised each word, pressing her case. The bluff would work. It had too.

Another moment passed.

“Fine.” Spat the soldier. “But you’d better come back.”

“I will.” She declared, before striding towards one of the horses and mounting it in one fluid movement. A moment later, Loden mounted a steed himself, pulling Iamos up behind him, and handing the boy their supplies.

“Seeya later, asshole.” Loden declared far too jauntily as they cantered away. The metal gates swung open, leaving the road in front of them finally – finally – accessible. She was free. Almost.

“Let’s go.” She muttered, pulling on the reigns of her horse, and spurring the animal into a gallop. The darkening sky harkened the day drawing to a close, and the streets were almost completely devoid of life as they rushed down the street. As they ran, she observed the buildings that they passed by. The more distance they placed between themselves and the palace, the more derelict the housing became. It was almost like watching the city itself decay before her eyes. The changes were slight, and subtle – an effect of the city being so large.

“You’re a good liar.” Iamos said, abruptly. She almost thanked him, then thought better of it. There was a difference between a compliment and an observation, after all. Instead, she settled on the truth.

“It wasn’t a lie.” She stated. “One day, I shall return.”

“Seriously?” Loden sounded incredulous. She couldn’t blame him. As a matter of fact, she could hear the undertone of his exclamation perfectly. All that effort spent on getting you out, and you’re planning on going back? Strange that, despite knowing him for such a short amount of time, she could already imagine his complaint word for word, complete with mannerisms. He obviously wasn’t as subtle as he tried to be.

“Where are we headed?” She asked instead, changing the topic of conversation.

“We parked The Origin on a hill overlooking the city.” Loden explained, seemingly willing to let go of her previous confession. “It shouldn’t be too far away.”

“And you know exactly where?”

“I can figure it out!” Loden assured her, casually waving one hand despite holding onto the reigns of his steed. “I’m good with directions! Well, I say “directions”, it’s more like déjà vu, I guess…”

She rolled her eyes. “As long as it works.”

“It will!” Loden tried to assure her, going as far as to turn around in the saddle to look her in the eye, which prompted Iamos (who’s arms were wrapped around Loden’s midriff) to shout:

“Eyes on the road!”

“You’d better not lead us wrong!” She snapped.

“Relax, princess.” Loden assured her, sounding more placated – seemingly picking up on the anxiety that was, she realised, beginning to leak through by this point. “I’ve got this.”

The rest of their journey seemed to pass by very quickly. The sun continued to sink into the horizon, with the shadows being cast getting longer and longer. The few citizens still out and about were quick to move for the galloping horses, and no further words were spoken amongst the trio. Loden took the lead, guiding them towards salvation. Once or twice, she heard what sounded like muttering from him, but chose to trust him. Just one more strange thing that had happened that day – the fact that she had put her trust into two complete strangers.

It was rash, and foolish, and her father would have never approved, even if they hadn’t been going against his wishes. Perhaps that was why she had been willing to go through with her insane, half-thought-out plan to begin with. Or perhaps it was just desperation, the knowledge that she had been imprisoned for her whole life driving her forward. What person wouldn’t go to drastic lengths to escape, after being trapped for so long?

Eventually, the horses tore through the city entrance, and began the final push towards what Loden had called the “Origin”. As their steeds, guided by Loden, turned towards the aforementioned hill, she peered at it. There was a strange metallic structure on top – was that what he had been referring to?

“Almost there, princess!” As if reading her thoughts, Loden called out to her. “That’s our ship.”

She turned her gaze back to it, puzzled. That thing was a ship? How on Militiregnum did it work? It certainly didn’t look like any ship see had seen before. (Though, to be fair, she had never before seen a ship in person.)

Yanking the reigns, Loden drew his horse to a halt feet away from the structure, which was a steel-grey in the dim light.

“Daiyu!” He called. “We’re back! Open up!”

A brief moment of silence. Loden shrugged, then sauntered up to the structure and slammed his fist against the metal violently.

“It’s us!” He called, louder this time. She winced, before noticing the footsteps that were increasing in volume, muffled but noticeable, coming from inside the structure. A portion of the metal slid open, and out stepped a tall teenage girl. She would have been taller, had it not been for the stooped way she stood, as though she was consigned to a life of being talked down to. She was even easier to read than Iamos, an open book of elation and relief pasted over a consistent inner core of tension.

“You’re back!” She exclaimed, and her identity suddenly became clear. A travelling companion, of sorts. “I…” she trailed off upon noticing the extra member of the party. “Who… who’s that?”

“Miyuki.” Stated Loden, dismounting his horse and helping Iamos step down as well. “I’ll explain later. Right now, we need to get out of here.”

“Huh?” Flustered, Daiyu stood aside as the trio entered the apparent ship. “Why?”

“You might not want to know.” She declared, even as another voice added to the cacophony already present within the structure.

“Iamos! Loden! Why can I hear another voice!”

Turning, she saw another girl emerge from one of the ship’s rooms. She was younger than the rest of the party members, most likely an early teen. The newcomer carried herself more energetically than perhaps anyone else she had ever seen, and could only be described as bombastic as she planted one hand on her waist and pointed the other directly at the boys.

“What the hell did you guys do?”

“Like I said, we’ll explain later!” Loden snapped as he shoved Iamos into another room. Stepping in after them, she saw a lot of coloured buttons and flashing lights. Glass covered pieces of metal and plastic that flashed varieties of strange images, and the whole scene gave her the beginnings of a headache.

“You might want to find yourself a room, princess.” Loden advised her as Iamos sat in the room’s centremost chair. “Take-off can be rough.”

“Take-off?” She echoed, before stumbling forward as the ship gave a lurch and began to move. Loden moved fast, arms wrapping around her waist as he caught her and held her to his chest. Embarrassingly enough, she couldn’t fault him – she probably would have taken a nasty fall, otherwise. He looked down at her, and smiled like a Cheshire cat.

“Did you just fall for me?”

She chose not to grace his obvious flirtation with a reply, instead grabbing her supplies from where they had been dumped on the floor and dragging them out of the strange room, veering right and all but launching herself into the first room she saw. It was plain and empty, with metallic surfaces encasing a bed, a desk and a chair. A single, circular window was in the corner of the room. Through it, she could see a startling amount of movement. The ship lurched again, and she saw – to her utmost surprise – the ground began to move further away from the ship. At the same time, she noticed how the ground felt different under her feet. Angled, somehow. Was this… flight? Were they flying?

So enthralled was she with the experience, she almost didn’t notice the mysterious figure a little ways below them, by the walls of the city. Even as they drew away, she was able to observe the long coat that they were wearing. Though she consciously thought nothing of it, her subjective and observant subconscious stored the observation away, just in case.

**********

An hour or two later, she felt another jolt as the ship lowered itself to the ground. No – as Iamos lowered the ship to the ground. It seemed that the boy was their pilot, as well as their alchemist. How quizzical. Venturing out of her room, she caught sight of Loden supporting Iamos as the two walked into a room near the front one. A brief moment passed – then Loden reappeared, shrugging his shoulders, before walking down the ship’s main corridor and out of sight. A few moments passed. She struggled with her feelings for those few moments – fatigue, elation, shock – before giving in to pure curiosity and following the man.

She saw him outside. The door had once again been opened, providing her with the perfect sight of his moonlight form. His stance was casual, with hands in pockets and legs crossed over one another, yet she could see that he was alert, on watch. The field that they had landed in was empty, with nothing but colourless grass to be seen for as far as the eye could see. Perhaps it was an abandoned plantation, or somebody’s private property. As she strode towards him, she realised that she didn’t particularly care.

“I didn’t expect to see you out here.” He said, without looking back. She smiled.

“I could say the same to you.” She informed him, continuing to stride until she was by his side. She stared up at the moon. It was full, and looked like a silver coin that someone had dropped into a pool of ink. The stars splashed around it were freckles on the face of infinity, lighting up the sky with promises of endless possibility. “I would have thought that you would have taken the opportunity to get some rest.” She looked pointedly at him. “It’s been nothing if not a hectic day.”

“Right back at you.” Loden shrugged. “Besides, I figured we could do with an advance warning in case anyone comes looking for us. I think we got far away enough from Phek-kai that we’re clear for the night, but I don’t know for sure. You’re dad…” He trailed off. “He’s probably noticed you’ve gone by now.”

She laughed bitterly, in spite of herself. “You’d be surprised.”

For once, she could hear him say nothing. Surprised, she looked up at him, at his face, and immediately recognized her folly. Not for the first time, his expression told her everything she could have wanted to know.

“Don’t.” She sighed. “Don’t say anything.”

A moment of quiet.

“I doubt anyone’s said anything to you before.” He eventually said, voice startlingly soft compared to his earlier tones. She was surprised to hear him sound so gentle. “So… for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

She sighed. “Thank you.”

The silence was longer after that, with nothing for her to observe but her own heartbeat. Eventually, the man spoke again.

“We still need to decide on a title for you.” His declaration was so out of the blue, she was forced to stifle a most unladylike chuckle.

“What?” She eventually managed.

“Don’t you remember?” He pressed. “I’m the prince of nonsense, and you’re the princess of…”

“Oh, right.” She grinned at him. “I was thinking that princess of fatuity had a nice ring to it.”

“Ah, yes. Fatuity.” He spat the word out messily. “And that means…”

“It’s synonymous with nonsense.” She revealed.

“Ah, yes. Synonymous.” Loden’s response was the final straw, and she laughed. It was short, and clumsy – she was so unused to the action – and very, very awkward. But it was a genuine laugh, nonetheless, and she had to admit how good it felt. This time, the void between them was less of a void. The silence was more comfortable. However, Loden (being Loden) felt the need to break it once again. Not that she minded, this time.

“You know, you should probably head back inside.” He told her, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb – the same expression he had used earlier – back to the ship’s insides. “It isn’t safe out here. Especially not for a princess.” He patted the sword at his waist. Had that always been there? Perhaps he had picked it up from the ship before venturing outside. Perhaps… perhaps it didn’t matter.

“You say you’re a guard?” She ventured. He nodded, unsure as to what she was implying.

“If you’re a guard… and I’m a princess…” She smiled at him, and was sure to include as much genuine warmth as she could muster in this particular expression. Loden, she had observed, was quite partial to smiles. “…logic dictates that the safest place for me is by your side.”

Loden was immobile for a moment, before smiling back. His smile was reminiscent of the sun, and it seemed to shine with a warm glow. It was admittedly fanciful of her to think such a thing, but he definitely gave off a synonymous impression.

“Good point.” He conceded, turning his gaze back to the horizon.

Allowing herself another smile, for she was beginning to get used to the expression, she looked upwards at the moon once again.

Survival had always been her primary focus, for as long as she could remember. Survival against foreign enemies, and survival against hostile nobles and suitors alike. But, for possibly the first time, Miyuki couldn’t help but appreciate the fact that she had not only survived the day’s trials, but the fact that she felt so damn alive.

END OF SEGMENT TWO. :D