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[i]Artwork Originally of Jason Levasseur from Moonlight Apparition, a webcomic made by one Darkhalo4321; all credit given to her.[/i][/center]

Crap. Despite all his words, Ashton found himself unprepared for Alistair just leaving the room and planning to come back 'later'. At night. When there'd be no way to find this place again. As he prepared to run out after Alistair, things went to hell and high water faster than he could have imagined as several soldiers and a man in a modern-looking gas mask entered the room and declared that they were all wanted for treason and slated for death. [i]This was not in the plan, but in a more realistic universe, no amount of planning can compensate for the paranoia of Medieval folks...especially when there probably is a genuine Cult or threat around somewhere.[/i]

The boy stepped forward, positioning himself protectively before the crying Priscilla, and said to Mono, "Please, let the others go. I am the true leader of the Cult and the one who brainwashed them into coming here. They are under my mental influence and thus not responsible for their own actions, and will be released from it soon once I am killed. Why am I revealing this all?" A sharp grin that only the other Earth-ers would recognize as a lie. "Because I can kill you all where I stand, and none would be the wiser. Hope's Heart!"

A bright light flashed from the boy as he transformed into a form resembling a Fantasy Rogue, with a black sleeveless top, long black gloves, and a black leather belt, pants, and boots. Two daggers were at his hands as he cut towards Mono, his instinctive use of Yang Magic strengthening his body to endure at least one attack.

He had to make this look good. He had to make it look like he was telling the truth, so that once he died, the others would be released peacefully. For he was going to die. 

[i]It seems I'll never see Mom, Dad, and Pidgey II ever again...[/i]