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 Posted: Nov 21 2016, 04:09 PM
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West by Northwest Toward the Unknown


The river, cabin, and pile of burned bodies were behind them now; though the Helix River now, was deeper than the week before when Aziz and his Master arrived, crossing it into Canas after Amalie. The decision to return to the Acacus had not been an easy one for the one that Prin rode beside, but the man could not truly understand why… She had not divulged the details of the reasons, and he would not ask… not yet. And as thoughts of her cross his mind, he veered his eyes toward her, the slight movement of his head was barely noticeable.

Back in lands of the Acacus, the trio was now heading west… and an hour or so, they would turn southwest… then it would be a straight line for the City. A straight line on a map did not always interpret the true course upon a horse… and even more erratic would be their trek. They definitely would not make it easy for those that would track them, to guess their destination and route. A smirk crossed his face as he thought about their unpredictable route and the lessening of opportunity of ambush offered to those desiring a bounty.

As for the week he had spent with her, it had been worthwhile… dangerous but worthwhile… and assuredly, such would continue to occur until they could petition safety unto the King. How that would occur, or when, was blurry, even to a seer.

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“…we should know our limits and how far we can stretch ourselves to survive."


Her words echoed in his brain and he looked at her again. It was true, and no one knew his or Aziz’s limits better than he… but Amalie’s? He was willing to find out. And just how much of her former self was embedded beneath that hard and rough exterior. Surely the scars she bore, the ones his fingers had traced in their intimate moments, would minimal upon her psyche… and that the rainbows would come out. – Now he was being the optimist instead of the Realist

What the hell, it was his prerogative to want the best for her… he loved her !!
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 Posted: Nov 21 2016, 04:12 PM
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The golden sun shone down upon the trio on horseback. A steady progression towards The Acacus and the city of Arcadia. It threatened a warmth like Amalie had not experienced in years - and promised more hardships than just physical.

Amalie’s blue eyes flicked towards the sun, as a great shadow passed over her. It was the eagle that had been her life-long companion, soaring free above them. Following their journey across the great river and into a realm the warrioress had not stood a foot in, in many years.

With each sway in the saddle- she was reminded of the wounds from the day before. With the journey they would take more time to heal and have a higher chance of becoming infected. She would have to be diligent and keep them clean and sterilise them with alcohol. If they kept bleeding, she would use the flame to cauterise them.

A full flask of water was at her side, and easy to reach. Instead of wearing her heavy armour- she wore thinner layers, and those that would allow her to be comfortable. While Amalie had travelled through the deserts of The Acacus to escape, she had little direction now- and left the guiding to her companions. A move that her horse would perhaps not take a liking to- but one that was important, as to not get lost in the ever changing routes.

The company travelled quietly- for once a comfortable silence spread between them. There was no awkwardness, but a common goal in mind. Arriving safely at their destination- and keeping Amalie’s identity hidden. No doubt this was at the back of all their minds- and none moreso then Amalie’s. She did not want to face the consequences of her actions, she did not want to see the faces of those she had left behind. Prin was an exception to that rule- and he was the only reason she was travelling with him.

She’d been stubborn when they were young- and ignored everything he had offered her. He’d offered her everything she had ever wanted. He’d given her freedom, allowed her to choose her own path. He’d gotten them in trouble a few times as well. And now, in the biggest step she had made since fleeing the Kingdom- she was releasing her stubbornness and following him to the world he had created for himself in her absence.

Amalie brought a hand to her mouth and whistled, breaking the silence. In the distance the shadow of the eagle could be seen returning to them. And in a few moments, he was soaring lower- and looking for her outstretched arm. Amalie always wore a protective brace on her lower arm- to protect her arm from the talons that would grip onto her when Flynn landed.

As the birds weight landed upon her arm. She felt her muscles contract in retaliation to the added weight. She flinched a little- but made no noise or face to show her discomfort to her companions. The large bird’s yellow eyes flicked about the company- obviously as untrustworthy as Amalie was with others also. His feathers glimmering and well pruned. He was a stunning creature really.

Amalie reached with her other hand to stroke the bird, just below the beak. A small grin passed over her face. There were unspoken sentences communicated between both her and the bird- their bond different to that of the human connection. Amalie did not control the bird- he did as he pleased really. He was merely a vessel when she acted out her skill.

After the bird had, had his share of strokes- he spread his wings and took off again. The flaps of his large span of wings being heard for a few moments more after his departure.

Amalie glanced over at Prin, ”Has the city changed much?”

It was perhaps her first genuine enquiry about Prin’s home- and she hoped, it would bring some warmth to his heart… to see her interested in their destination. She reined her horse in closer to him- and playfully tapped his boot with her own.

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 Posted: Nov 23 2016, 08:37 PM
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No one crossed the desert alone, always subject to death by the environment; a mere mistake, costly, if not deadly. Many would say it was foolish to cross less than a number in a caravan. But even in numbers, especially a caravan, one was always subject to thieves and raiding parties. Others would say, “If you did not like the desert, go south to the Itharit.“

As they rode west, they would spend days until they would turn north toward the oasis… but in the meanwhile, they would stop at the Gheltas (water wells) along the way. Prin smirked at the map within his head… He knew where each one was, to include the oasis at the halfway mark of the return journey.

But most of all… upon his mind was Amalie. She had dared to return with him… her true reasons for hesitation still unclear… but still, he was happier than any time since her departure.

Having left inner Canas, across the best of the Sudvanna, there lie fertile plains characterized by the coexistence of grasses, sparsed by acacia thorntrees. Soon they would camp upon the edges of the desert at the last waterhole of Canas; and travel mostly in the evenings, resting in the shades during the heat of the day.

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“Has the city changed much?”


His head pivoted a bit to look at her… and with a smile, he shook his head. “Not much my dear… there are good areas, and bad… the guards roam the streets and we avoid them.” And he looked down a bit, then back at her. “But the ibn Tumart, Abu Said… he.” And he paused a bit. What he was about to tell her was not a secret, but none would discuss it openly. “Abu Said has become a bit.. um… tyrannical. Even the *al-Jama'a al-'Ashara*, the 'Council of Ten', are frustrated.” He shakes his head.

“Plus, there are reports of rebellion in the southern Acacus… and we may have to cross some of their territory.” He cants his head and smiles as he hears her hawk squawk. Pointing upward, he smirks. “He, and your ability, may come in handy… but we must monitor you as rations are limited.”

His hand sought hers as he reached across the small space between their mounts. “We can talk more in detail when we camp. It won’t be too much further.”
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 Posted: Nov 25 2016, 06:36 AM
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Amalie was quite accustomed to changing environments, temperatures- wherever she had went. Most of the time now- she was prepared for whatever nature would throw in her direction. She had learnt that hard way once upon a time. It was not a past-time she earnestly wished to revisit either.

Although, her mind was sketchy about this place. Having only travelled across it once before- and it had been a total fluke. She had ended up many, many leagues from this place- trying to reach the farthest place from where they were headed. Here she was now, trying to get back to the place- she fled in such a hurry. A hurry that no doubt wounded and ruined a fair amount of people.

It was still ruining her.

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“Not much my dear… there are good areas, and bad… the guards roam the streets and we avoid them.”


She grinned, ”I don’t ever remember a time that you and I would avoid certain streets, or the guards as a matter of fact,” her thoughts raced to memories of them actively seeking guards to receive the thrill of a chase- they knew they’d always win. Nonetheless, Amalie and Prin had always pushed the limits together. Tested the strength and cunning of others against their own. It was a great reward to still have their freedom.

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“But the ibn Tumart, Abu Said… he…. Abu Said has become a bit.. um… tyrannical. Even the *al-Jama'a al-'Ashara*, the 'Council of Ten', are frustrated.”


Amalie actively listened to the information Prin was sharing with her. She needed to know this- especially if she was returning to a place where she may still be sentenced to death, for merely showing her face again. She swallowed at the thought of Ibn Tumart becoming tyrannical. And, the very thought of the Council of Ten being frustrated. This could prove hazardous for Amalie. Everyone would be looking for some sort of toxin to blame for the unrest…. And here was Amalie, delivered in the thick of it. A perfect scapegoat.

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”Plus, there are reports of rebellion in the southern Acacus… and we may have to cross some of their territory.”


Unrest was something Amalie had been employed to deal with. It had been much easier dealing with a civilisation not trained in the arts of weaponry- or used to warring with one another. But, mostly- she could keep a clear mind and put others in their place. She had been a second in command to another man that had grown to love her, only she had never returned those feelings. She’d left at the very sign of them.

Amalie had never been quick to love, or actively show it either. There was a lot of commitment in a relationship and a lot of things to tie people down. She’d grown used to relying on herself and not on others. Something left-field to what Prin and Amalie had once shared. She wondered if it had changed her much… Could they really do this?

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“He, and your ability, may come in handy… but we must monitor you as rations are limited.”


Her blue eyes cast towards where Prin’s finger pointed. Flynn soared above them. She nodded, understanding what Prin meant. She was still recovering from what she had forced herself to do a few days ago. Killing people was not easy. Injuries were harder. Her head wasn’t as clear as it could be.

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“We can talk more in detail when we camp. It won’t be too much further.”


Amalie squeezed his hand that reached for hers, her eyes glancing at that close connection that tied them together- she nodded in return.

”I can do it,”she said stubbornly.

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 Posted: Nov 28 2016, 01:19 PM
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”I don’t ever remember a time that you and I would avoid certain streets, or the guards as a matter of fact,”


Prin adjusted his posture in the saddle, one left raised and curled to rest atop the saddle-frame. With a smirk on his face, he looked to his beloved Amalie… “Yes, you are right, just more selective now…” and he laughed shaking his finger at her. “You shall see my dear… once we return to Arcadia, you will see it firsthand.” And he smirked at her. “If, or when, you are up to it… that is.”

Moments later, looking up at the falcon, then to her, his curiosity about warqing would be insatiable. Such a talent could be useful for a variety of reasons. He could see the benefits, but the after-effects could be, and had been to her, traumatic. Before asking her to warq, he would have to see if the benefit was truly worth the efforts and hazards.

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”I can do it,”


“I know you can my dear… but is it worth it?” His hand reached across the space, his fingers barely touching her leg until the horse sidestepped. “I have always been told, the use of magic comes with a price… surely this is the same concept…” All he did was shake his head at the vision of her pain not many days before.

Aziz came riding back to them… the dust trail heavy near the ground, fading to a tan mist as it rose higher. As he turned and rode beside them… “The Gheltas is just up ahead, maybe 20 leagues… We should be there before dusk.” Prin handed the reins of the pack horse to Aziz, with the lad taking his place behind them.

“Thank you Aziz…” Then Prin looked at the young man and he smiled. Then recasting his attention to Amalie. “WE shall rest this evening and tomorrow… the next several legs of the journey may be a bit difficult, but traveling at night will be best.” And he readjusted his leg and butt again. “We can make Maris in two nights travel.”
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 Posted: Nov 29 2016, 06:08 AM
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Her golden hair brushed across her face in a messy state. She had not had a chance to braid her hair- in that state she was in, or wrap it in a fashion where it did not get in her face. Amalie flicked her head to one side, so that it might fall into place framing her face.

Her blue eyes watched the road before them for a while longer, as she digested the very words Prin had shared with her. In the distance- she could see Aziz returning to them. The distance was hazy- and the heat blurring the very image of the friend coming towards them. She took a deep breath, though it pained her side- as her body stretched to accommodate the influx of new air.

She flinched in the saddle, her horse picking up its head noticing her discomfort. It would be awhile before she was in good condition again- but with rest, she would get there. Amalie was a survivor. There was no doubt about that. She was tough, hard and fierce.

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“I know you can my dear… but is it worth it?”


The warrioress was put on the spot with that question. Was her skill worth it? Did it provide her with a weapon or power over everyone. Her facial expression was pensive and in thought- before she simply nodded. Yes, it been worth it. Her bond with Flynn was unspoken, but felt. He had been a constant companion for her.

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“I have always been told, the use of magic comes with a price… surely this is the same concept…”


Amalie nodded, “Yes- there is always a cost or toll,” she moistened her lips, and looked over to Prin, “It’s hard to explain, but think of it as exhaustion. Not physical exhaustion, like you’ve just been in battle…. More of an emotional, in your head… exhaustion.”

The side effects were hard to explain for Amalie- as they always distributed differently depending on the length of time she spent using the talent, “Physically, after long spells of being in Flynn’s head- you’ve seen... Nosebleeds, fatigue, physical weakness…. Unconsciousness. Blurriness and fuzziness.”

She bit her lip and continued, “Short periods I get headaches. It’s hard to explain… I’m still experimenting.”

That was true. She had been experimenting all her life with it. She pushed limits only when she felt strong, or needed an escape. But trying to explain what it felt like, to somebody that had not experienced was hard.

Aziz finally caught up with them. Their steeds pausing for a moment as he relayed the information. Amalie took the moment to rest her muscle, which ached from the constant movement and wound guarding. She took a sip of water from her canteen. Preserving what she could- incase. Survival instinct.

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“The Gheltas is just up ahead, maybe 20 leagues… We should be there before dusk.”


Amalie managed a slight smile in Aziz’s direction, and pressed her horse on when Prin handed over the reins of the pack horse. Hearing them speak so fluently of the surrounds made her feel like an outsider. Although these lands had once been her home, she could draw a map of it from her mind…. She’d long lost that talent herself. She swallowed, and kept a gentle pace until the boys caught up.

Glancing over her shoulder, she watched the exchange between them, and noted the words that soon followed from Prin as he addressed them both.

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WE shall rest this evening and tomorrow… the next several legs of the journey may be a bit difficult, but traveling at night will be best… We can make Maris in two nights travel.”


Amalie nodded. She was looking forward to some rest- she felt her eyes heavy in her head. The squinting from the bright light reflecting off the sand, something she was not used to. Her body was betraying her- after years of not living in these climates.

Nonetheless, she was happy to let Prin be her guide. Especially in her state.

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 Posted: Nov 29 2016, 12:17 PM
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“Yes - there is always a cost or toll…… I’m still experimenting.”


Prin listened as they rode along… her detailed description of the maladies caused by warqing seemed like a high price to him… but he did not know, nor even realize the benefits afforded the warq by the action… the freedom of it all. And his beloved Amalie had chosen, or was chosen by the falcon… so could he even fathom the freedom she could have? Probably not.

Each person sought freedom in their own way… to him, it was the feats of the streets. His abilities to run, swing, jump, slide, and rebound (parkour) in order to escape his pursuers. The base skills had not come easy, but the honing of such skills were… and the motivation to learn such talents were high - to avoid imprisonment.

So they were equal in so many ways… and after almost seven years, they were now reunited to seek a life together… or at least parallel to one another. They had been friends for a long time… and lovers, unfortunately, a lot less. And he glanced her way, seeing her focus on the path ahead of them… toward the flurry ahead which was Aziz… And no sooner than he handed Aziz the leads to the pack horses, Amalie spurred her mount ahead of them.

He chuckled and tilted his head at the young man. “I guess she is in a hurry…” The two men laughed and spurred their own mounts forward.

Time was on their side… By late afternoon, the sun bearing down upon them all day, the glistening sands of the southern Acacus Desert, furiously reflecting the harsh sun. The watering hole, or Gheltas, as the Rash’ani called it, was a favored sight… promising hours of cool water and shade til the sun set… and then sanctuary from the night’s chilled breezes. By evening, Aziz had the packmounts unloaded, the fire started, and food in the making; while Prin, with Amalie’s help, had set up their small tents, readying themselves for the short stay.

As the night encroached, the desert would soon become chilled… and the fire they were gathered around felt good.

Aziz looked at Prin, then to the Lady, and then the fire. Poking the fire with a dagger, he looked to Amalie… “M’Lady… I have heard you say that you are a bit fearful of returning to Arcadia… and I am aware that you have been gone a long time… do you still think danger there waits for you?” he looked to the fire again, trying to understand why the Lady would run away… to stay hidden from the world… only to return with his Mentor… “What peril can be so disturbing… and why do you return with master?”

All Prin could do was look to the lad and tilt his head. What gave the lad the right to ask her? Especially he had the same question, yet avoided it.
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There was no doubt that their journey thus far had paid a toll on Amalie’s healing body. The assault of wounds that still laid ripe across her flesh, and bruised with the hours that passed- still ached underneath. The constant ache, was taxing on her energy sources. Though, the blonde woman would not admit that it ailed her so deeply- she shielded her pain with a façade of keenness to reach their destination.

Ignoring the increase in pain, as she urged her horse to a more quicker pace- she focused on the goal of arriving at their destination. Reaching further and further towards the fading sun, as it began to kiss the horizon. Golds and pinks laced the red sands about them, and a warm breeze brushed their path from behind them. Covering their tracks.

As the sun set- and the moon slowly rising to take its place, the camp ground began to assemble. Amalie pushing all her energy into every effort of pitching the tents and rolling out their bed canvases. Being careful not to show Prin each time she flinched from the sting of pushing a wound a little bit too far and damaging the healing tissue.

Finally the hour of darkness came, and they huddled about the fire. Amalie lay on her back, her head resting on a saddle, as she watched the fire. Prin by her head- and Aziz across from them. Her sword by her side- as always. The horses nearby tethered to a rope spread across the trees. Flynn settled somewhere in the night sky. Amalie would not use their bond, unless absolutely necessary- especially in her weakened state.

Amalie’s blue eyes reflected the flames as they rose between the hard debris of wood Aziz had collected. Across from her, the boy sat- distracting himself by poking the fire. Perhaps more than necessary- but Amalie could see he was watching the reaction. With every poke, the fire would crack angrily from being disturbed.

But rest was nice.

Her body being still for once in the journey- felt good.

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“M’Lady… I have heard you say that you are a bit fearful of returning to Arcadia… and I am aware that you have been gone a long time… do you still think danger there waits for you?”


Her eyes reached across the fire, to settle on the very ones Aziz cautiously looked at her with. Her eyes hard- and for a moment she didn’t answer, but then turning her eyes back to night sky- watching as the embers of the fire tried to make it to the stars. Her lips parted.

”Of that, I am certain,” she confirmed. It wasn’t just danger- but the very possibility that she might lose her head, or worse find a life of imprisonment-filled with torture. Whatever punishment they felt sufficient.

But, she had not predicted what Aziz would ask her next.

[Quote]b] “What peril can be so disturbing… and why do you return with master?”[/b]Quote]

Again, she was a little lost for words. And perhaps, not quite ready to deal with the demons of the past. Nor, was she quite ready to discuss them with a fellow she had only met a few days previous. While he had proved his worth- and his loyalty, it had been a display to Prin and never to her.

For all she knew, Aziz could quite easily betray her- thinking he was doing the right thing for Prin. So many possibilities, so many weak spots existed.

Amalie sensed an uneasiness from her lover. Not that he said anything- but perhaps, because he did not say anything was reason enough for her to believe, that he knew Aziz had asked a question she was not ready to answer.

”The peril of not deciding my own fate,” she said, answering his question- but not giving him the information he sought. Amalie could be very cold when she did not wish to share information.

Even Prin knew that she was complex- surely he knew, that these questions were never going to result in the answer that they wanted to hear. But, she would confide in Prin- when she was ready to talk. Had he not told her, that the past was in the past? Had he truly forgiven her.

”There are many reasons I have returned, Aziz. One day you will understand.”

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 Posted: Nov 30 2016, 01:25 PM
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Prin was usually observant when it came to his surroundings… and even more focused on one subject than usual. He had noticed that physical dexterity was a bit handicapped due to her wounds… and when she flinched, it made his flinch… if she faltered physically, which was not often, he faltered along the same token. Surely this was because he was focused on her… wounds or no wounds.

But the trio managed to make a quick and spartan camp livable, if only for a night and a day… and now they enjoyed the fire… Usually they enjoyed the conversation as well, but the young apprentice seem curious, and had asked his questions.

As she lay upon her back, her head propped against the saddle, Prin sat close-by… close enough for his fingers to reach her hair… and the entwined several strands between coarse fingertips - silk against callous – t’was what he compared it to. He enjoyed touching her golden strands… and when Aziz asked his questions, he tilted his head, released her hair, and placed his hands upon his knees… and inhaled deep, slow to exhale.

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”Of that, I am certain,”


Aziz had figured out during the attack that the Lady was a fierce warrior, hardened by skill and experience. And over the past few days, he had come to appreciate the woman, not only for her skills, or her experiences in battle, nor the fact she had feelings for Master… but as a person; a beautiful blond haired woman, with a soft voice, and pale azure eyes that could make you smile, or be afraid.

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”The peril of not deciding my own fate,”


Aziz’s eyes went large as she spoke… and he quickly looked to Prin, who just canted his head, shrugged, and smirked, all in one movement… as if to remind the lad that “See, I told you so… Only YOU, determine your fate.” Aziz furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing at Prin. Then he looked back to the woman. She still did not give him the answers to the questions he asked, not really; his brow remained furrowed. He did understand her privacy was important to her… and that he was a newcomer to her life, and a total stranger – for now.

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”There are many reasons I have returned, Aziz. One day you will understand.”


“My Lady… I have never been in situations where my life was in danger, save the most recent turn of events… and I do find it hard to deal with. So I know not what you have endured… what you have encountered, or what is in the future… but I can respect it. “ he paused, looked to the heavens, smiling at the stars, then slowly back to her. “I do see why Master cares for you…” he glances at Prin for a mere second. “Maybe someday, you shall deem me worthy of your trust.” Then the lad looks to the fire and pokes it a bit, as if to find answers in the brightness of the flame.

Prin was proud of Aziz… and he assumed, to Amalie, the lad was like baggage – nice to have around, but unnecessary in the overall scheme of things. But Prin felt one day, Aziz would be a fine man… worthy of taking over in his stead.

And the hand went back to the golden hair, filtering strands between fingers… then caressing the full set of hair with sweeping touches. And when she looked up at him, he blinked and smiled.
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There was something soothing about the way Prin gently brushed his hands through her hair. It was long and needed a cut, before it became uncontrollable. But, just the sensation that arose from someone she trusted brushing her hair- stimulated a relaxant to spread through her.
Something her body desperately needed.

Amalie was not used to showing weakness, or being able to relax in strange environments. She never felt safe anywhere- no matter her station, her post. She always needed to remain strong and unaltered. Any sign of weakness was a death sentence for her.

She knew she did not give Aziz the answers he sought- but he was more aware of how untrusting she could be. It was a major thing for her, to be able to trust people. Prin was the only person she would trust with her life for a very long time. Whether he felt the same about her- that was yet to come.

Amalie swallowed and took a shorter breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the emotions that had risen in her sink. Stirring up the past, was a hard thing for her to swallow. She hated fighting the same demons again and again- but at the same time, she had never felt the release of sharing her problems with another. Except- when she had been younger, and with Prin.

It was and would always be Prin and his blue eyes.

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“My Lady… I have never been in situations where my life was in danger, save the most recent turn of events… and I do find it hard to deal with. So I know not what you have endured… what you have encountered, or what is in the future… but I can respect it. “


She’d almost forgotten that Aziz had perhaps never been in a situation as the one he was exposed to yesterday. Experiencing bloodshed like that for the first time, was no doubt shocking and confronting. It was no easy task, seeing the life of another leave this world.

Every death caused by Amalie’s hands stayed with her. All their faces haunted her. She would never forget them. She was sure they would all be reunited one day- to kill each other again and again, until existence stopped completely.

She appreciated that he respected her decision not to confide in him. It was frustrating being pushed and nagged for something you were not willing to give. And there was only so much one person could take.

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“I do see why Master cares for you…Maybe someday, you shall deem me worthy of your trust.”


He was hopeful. She would give him that much. Aziz was a positive chap- and seemed to always look to the brighter sides of life. He seemed to walk a world parallel to the one Amalie felt she existed in. He seemed so carefree and without troubles…. He held himself well. A royal quality. Someone people could look to for encouragement. But kindness could also be one’s downfall.
She nodded, but otherwise seemed lacking in encouraging him to think what he said might eventually come about. It was no fault of Aziz’s- it was just Amalie. The more he came to know her, the more he would go… yep, that’s how Amalie is.

Her eyes looked up at Prin, as he again began to brush through her hair. Whenever she looked at him, her gentle-side lay naked and exposed. Perhaps only to him. It was not a thing easily seen by others. Hard to believe that Amalie actually had a shred of gentility within her.

She moistened her lips, and her chest rose- as her eyes reached back to the stars, and she lay there in silence. Her mind blank for a moment…. As her muscles relaxed and she adjusted to how this new life might accommodate her. It was still early days.

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With no light you'll never see,
All the colours in the world.
And all the love that's inside me….

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The young lad’s inquisitive nature had not been fulfilled, but the focus of the inquisition was a special case… distrusting, solitary, always on edge… and though he knew not such things, Aziz seemed to understand. Had it been Master’s teachings on such subjects? Had that in itself been an instigation of his inquisitive nature and she the barrier to overcome? To wit, the apprentice allowed the subsidence of his inquisition, for now. He knew he had hurdles to overcome if he was to be trusted. He cared much for Master, and his happiness… and apparently this woman was key in that; so he would bide his time, do due-diligence, and in the meanwhile, learn.

Prin’s mindless actions in touching her hair seemed infallible, yet rhythmic during the conversation, and when she tensed during the conversation, he felt it too. But in his own mind, he pondered certain subjects. How did she truly feel? What obstacles in life had she overcome to get here? Why was she returning with him, truly? These and many more questions raked over his brain… but he would not allow them to be asked… nor become overbearing. She WAS with him… she WAS returning… and that was all that mattered now.

The fire crackled and popped… and Prin sat there looking into the flames. A mere glance to his apprentice as the lad settled in to his coverings; then he looked at Amalie. Her eyes were open and she gazed upward, deep into the unknown… and he simply smiled. His thoughts had now veered to how beautiful she was, how she felt in his arms, and in the throes of passion. It had not been a mere physical release; maybe the first time, but since, something more. He was almost positive of that. And his eyes looked back to the flames.

They would remain in the Ghelta for a night and a day… then they would move onward to the next watering hole… and the next… then the large oasis. Assuredly they would cross paths with caravans along their route; the entire desert lived and moved near water. He just hoped that there would be no more challenges like the cabin in the Sudvanna river crossing.

Prin was not tired, nor could he sleep… so he would do what he always do… mull over the route, considering all the things that could occur and how to avoid them. “Expect the best, plan for the worst, and prepare to be surprised.” He mumbled to himself, his eyes jotting to see if Amalie had heard him… if she had, she did not give it away. He knew planning was only a part of any task… execution is the most important. He had his plan… and he could not predict the future, only to be wary of it.
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The night sky seemed like a tent with holes in it. The stars, the little holes in the material where light could filter through. Under the darkness of night- they shimmered, and in the moonlight were something different to behold. No stars were as bright as those found in the desert.

They were not masked by anything, except the odd cloud- and they could be seen for miles upon miles. Further than they eye could travel. But above her, in the night sky they sat- starring down upon her. Like they always did. Un-moving, un-yielding.

Amalie felt Prin’s eyes upon her. The way she had always felt they watched her. Perhaps not so in their former years- where they had pretty much resented one another, but decided they were better as a team. Both contributing different values and talents to their street gang. They had been children then. But, as the months passed- their disdain for one another waned and a friendship slowly exposed from the cracks. A bond form- just as a desert rose blossomed. But before it could flower and turn into something beautiful… Amalie had left.

Like she did in every situation where it felt someone attempted to get close. In fact, she never let anyone in as close as they hoped. There had been one man- in the winter slopes where she had become second in charge of a mercenary group responsible for maintain borders and safe passage. They were quite the pair- unbeatable really. Though, he had been a hot head and blood thirsty. They had bedded together a few times- but there had been one night, when she had overheard how he wanted to settle down with her… she left without a goodbye.

Her attachments to people had only grown shorter and shorter as time had passed. One of her earlier jobs had taught her to be very un-trusting. But she been forced to be merciless and torturous. A past she really never spoke of. It would seem- Amalie herself avoided many areas of the world they walked in. But for her, these stories and all the others, were not something she spoke of. They were almost regrets.

But somewhere in the midst of all of this, she had found the one person- she had never wanted to leave. Whether by good fortune, or fate… they had come together. What their coming together meant- she did not know. But she wanted to be by his side, be as they were meant to be. But had that future eluded them? Had they missed the opportunity to be what the stars had meant for them? Only time would tell.

The blonde heard a murmur escape Prin’s lips. For a moment she tried to process the words he spoke, before she looked at him. He too, was in a process of thought. Still continuing to stroke her hair.

”You predicting what might befall us on the road then?” she questioned. She had long since left this place- and knew very little of what dangers they had yet to face on their road home.

She glanced back at the fire, ”I need to smuggle myself into the city somehow… I can’t be seen Prin,” she swallowed- and for a moment, there was almost the taste of fear coating her words. Her eyes retracted and looked to the stars again.

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With no light you'll never see,
All the colours in the world.
And all the love that's inside me….
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The desert night chilled a bit, but the fire before him kept that chill at bay. And when she spoke, Prin looked at Amalie and pretended. “Excuse me my dear, what did you say?” But all he got was the eyes that spoke a thousand words. Smirking, knew full well he could not get away without giving her answer, a truthful and detailed answer.

“Yes m’lady… I shant call it predicting, just planning for contingencies.” Stoking the fire a bit, moreso playing with burning embers than caring for the fire. “We know not where the Aswad rebels are… nor the raiders of Alai Karzi… which are at odds with one another.” He poked the fire hard sending embers floating in the air, and watched them burn out above him.

His thoughts were his own as he thought of his days with the Aswad rebels. Someday, he would tell her about Kadir, Nazli, and Kalima… and the rest of the rebels; but not now.

Then he looked down at his beloved Amalie beside him. “The area in which they operate is large… and if we are lucky, then they shall be elsewhere. And then there is the Malli’ayad patrols out of al Manifa… but if we stay east of the Tamazgha, we shall be far from their usual territory. Besides they do not appreciate Karzi being on their land either.” And he smiled, his eyelids raising briefly.

His mind veered slightly to a few days ago… when Areisei Dey entered their lives… Surely someone had found the pile of smoldering bodies by now. But that had been in Sudvanna lands; surely those deeds would not follow them into the desert; but then again she was a wanted person and did have a bounty upon her head. But Prin just looked down at her, his hand caressing her hair; his knuckles tracing her cheek bones. “How are your wounds? Any pain? Did Aziz change the bandages this evening?” Immediately his head turned and he looked at the young man. But Aziz was out… asleep sooner than usual.

His head turning back toward Amalie, he smiled. “You know my dear… it would be beneficial to know who wants you, in particular, dead.” His hand paused upon her cheek.

He just wished right now that the next four days would go quickly; and they could be back in the folds from which he leads.
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Amalie and Prin had not lost their ability to read one another like a well read book. It would seem that they had barely lost anytime, or even the very ties that held them together. In a way, they were still those children they had been all those years back. Only, more transformed in body and maturity. The realisation even, that they could actually die.

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”Excuse me my dear, what did you say?”


Amalie could tolerate his jokes. But she had always been able to display a poker face. One that would have him guessing towards her overall reaction. This time, she knew to keep her lips shut. But instead rolled her eyes. They spoke a thousand words sometimes as well. Prin had always been able to decipher them eventually. One of the very few and perhaps the only one.

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”Yes m’lady… I shan't call it predicting, just planning for contingencies.”


When Amalie had first befallen eyes upon him across the river- she had seen a man. Though, the words He had spoken then had reminded her, of when he was just a boy. Listening to him now- she realised just how much she had underestimated, how much he had actually matured in the years they had been apart. She even found herself wondering what he'd done with himself in that time. No doubt he wondered the same about her.

She moistened her lips and nodded. There was no point truly planning your reactions to what might occur on the road. She'd found it better to respond to situations with gut instinct- more than meticulously planning for any possibility.

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”We know not where the Aswad Rebels are… nor the raiders of Alai Kazari…. Which are at odds with one another.”


Amalie had trained with the Royal Guard- she had become quite well known. Friends even within the royal household. She had once been s bright spark and knew basically everything about the general populace of Arcadia and Acasus. Though, admittedly in her years spent away- her knowledge had dissipated. Though she had a firm hand on the rest of the world surrounding this place. A heavy insight to many if the different factions that existed.

”Better that they focus their attentions on one another then us…” she glanced up at Prin as he poked the fire, a crooked brow painting her forehead, ”Did you not have ties with the Aswad rebels at some point?”

She had been in with the intelligence when training, she had kept an eye on her beloved Prin, even if she had seemed absorbed in her training. Following her aspirations had always been high on the list, but severing the bond that she had with Prin hadn't. Even when her mentor had ruled against her connection with him. Noting he was a major distraction to her training and duties.

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”The area in which they operate is large… And if we are lucky, they shall be elsewhere. And then there is Malli’yad patrols out of Manifa. But if we stay east of Tamaghza, we shall be far from their usual territory. Besides they don't appreciate Karzi being on their lands either.”


Amalie nodded. Prin knew this land better than her now. It had and always would be his home. She had stopped calling it home a long time ago, ”These patrols, what do you know of their routes? How often do they intersect?”

Her strategical mind came into play for a moment, as she pondered the words Prin had share. They could but focus the attention of enemy on enemy, by making it appear as though one had crossed into the others territory. In which case patrols might be lifted from one place, to make the other heavier or more guarded. Leaving a crack for them to walk through. She would not voice her comment, without more information.

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”How are your wounds? Any pain? Did Aziz change the bandages this evening?”


She shrugged, ”They are healing slowly. There is pain…” she admitted, ”He helped as much as he could… But you know me…”

Amalie was stubborn- asking for help was not in her handbook. She had learnt to do things herself. Again, another thing she did not need to rely on others for. The dressings might not be as perfect, but she had managed.

She felt Prin’s touch again. Soothing, gentle. But it paused, drawing her eyes to his.

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”You know my dear, it would be beneficial, knowing who in particular, wants you dead…”


Her eyes looked away from Prin and to Aziz whom seemed asleep across the fire from them. With a deep breath, she looked back at Prin, ”The entire kingdom might be a start.”
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Maturity did not come with age, it came from experience. That a sense of level-headedness and good choices, derived from experience, some good, some not so good… some accomplishments and some mistakes, or even utter failure… all which bring about a positive change in life. No matter what you may have studied or been advised, there's nothing to beat experience. Experience may include getting hurt and having to get up again, but the lessons that experience teaches you, no book or tutor can. Experience is the sum total of all the stumbling blocks as well as flashes of success that we encounter along the way in Life, and if you choose, you can learn from it. If viewed negatively, you may be forced to experience again and again just what you run away from.

And since Prin did not become literate til later in life, his experiences throughout 20 years on the street, since the tender age of 6, forced a maturity that would become highly refined and beneficial, to many more than just himself. On the street, he learned many skills, some good, some illegal… and the people he met always seemed to like him. Even the shop owners and vendors he stole from liked him; though they considered him a nuisance, he was not harmful to them. And when those that would infiltrate his area to steal from *his vendors*, he would eliminate the threat, some way, some how. And that aspect remains today, as he looks down at his beloved Amalie and smiled; whether she wanted the protection or not, she would have it… and if anyone asked him, Arcadia was HIS city.

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”Better that they focus their attentions on one another then us… Did you not have ties with the Aswad rebels at some point?”

And when she spoke, he smiled and looked away and spoke softly “True, better them than us.” Poking the fire to avoid the conversation, he nodded at her next question. And his thoughts suddenly veered to the man he had once called brother… and to the sisters he had cared for… the seer, Kalima, moreso than the tough Nazli. But what made his quirk his lip was the instance with the damned Djinn and Kalima. Smirking he looked at Amalie… “Remind me one day to tell you about Kalima and the Djinn.” Then he laughed. “Not til we are safe in the city having a drink or two, though.” And he laughed at the fire.

And then she inquired about the Malli’ayad patrols. Prin shook his head, and commented with a hint of frustration. “There are no rhyme nor reasoning to their patrols. Though the Tamazgha is vast, we shant have sight of them for days now. The closer we get to Arcadia supply roads, then maybe… but by then the Army will be out on patrol as well. Them, we will not have to worry about…” then he looked at the fire… “…much.”

Her response to his asking about her wounds was met with a *hmmpft, figures*. “Hard head…” was all he said.

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”The entire kingdom might be a start.”


“Oh chyt…” was all he said… and poked the fire.
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