[b][h1][center]The Twin-Headed Dragon[/center][/h1][/b] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qd5CD6S.png[/img][/center] [b]Time:[/b] Night before the summoning [b]Location:[/b] Malthemoor [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UDqwten.png[/img][/center] The storm outside raged with the loud claps of thunder as strikes of lightning flashed and illuminated the darkened room of the stone castle the twins resided, casting their shadows on the wall. The air was thick and humid and the sound of the torrential downpour was a heavy percussion against the ceiling above them. [color=gray]“Th-th-the light elves are planning to summon man-thing tomorrow morning, do not know the location I don’t. Very s-s-secretive they are.”[/color] The rat demi-human knelt on the floor before the two. The dark-haired woman watched the rat curiously as they spoke and soon was grinning darkly. She had been lounging on her throne with her legs dangling over the armrest. She suddenly spun around and stood, slowly walking towards the sniveling rat. [color=21B0BA]”Is that so? And you truly don’t know anymore?”[/color] She asked, a grim smile on her beautiful face as she gently caressed his cheek. The rat quickly shook his head and Amarantha remained silent for a moment as she studied him, then sighed. [color=21B0BA]”Well then I guess you’ve become useless, wouldn’t you agree brother?”[/color] Basilian looked towards the two, [color=BA2B21]“Yes, and you know what we do with loose ends.”[/color] His face was stone cold with a lack of emotion as he hid his disgust from the rat on his floor.[color=BA2B21] “I will give you the pleasure, sister.”[/color] He stood up walking past them, [color=BA2B21]“I will get the preparations started with the cast spheres.”[/color] Basilian faced one of the guards standing in the room and said, [color=BA2B21]“Get the prisoners and bring them to the balcony.”[/color] The rat began pleading for his life, pure terror in his eyes as Amarantha shushed him as she leaned in closer. [color=21B0BA]”Hush now, everything is going to be okay.”[/color] There was a gentleness to her voice now and it began calming the man as he became unsure of what was going to happen. Was she actually going to kill him or did they mean something else when they meant ‘tying up loose ends’? Amarantha’s lips met the man’s in a soft, comforting kiss. She felt him relax, but then suddenly stiffen as his eyes and ears began bleeding. Dark tendrils surrounded Amarantha and her prey as he began screaming in agony. Suddenly he went limp and she let him drop to the floor, dark tendrils seeming to flow out of his mouth for a moment before dissipating. Amarantha stood upright once more as she wiped some blood from her mouth before moving back to her brother’s side. [color=BA2B21]“I don’t understand why you would put your lips on such a disgusting beast.”[/color] Basilian stared at his sister before looking back towards the cast sphere in his hand. [color=BA2B21]“This should be ready.”[/color] He stated before he heard the door open. Basilian looked towards the door and watched as four prisoners were dragged into the room and out to the balcony. [color=BA2B21]“It looks like we can join our unwelcome guests,”[/color] He told his sister as he walked out onto the balcony, rage now starting to seep out in his face. The pitter-patter of the rain greatly increased in volume as they made their way outside. The sky was a foreboding molten gray. Out in the middle of the courtyard sat a large map of all of Avalia. Kneeling atop of said map were four figures encompassing each of the large races of the land. On the far left of the group sat Prince Khurdral Mountainspine, heir to the throne of Ironhold and the Dwarves. Beside him was Prince Echo Millinia, youngest son of the Fairy King. Next in line was the general of the Light Elves, Talindra Joxalim. Last was the Demi-Human heir, Prince Itsuki Yoshikawa. All had their hands bound behind their backs and mouths gagged. They were swiftly becoming soaked from the rain and behind each of them stood a Dark Elf Dragon Knight. Basilian activated the casting sphere, which opened up broadcasting to all of Availa. [color=BA2B21]“Welcome Avalians to our show. We know you plan to bring the humans and thought we would make our move first. If you look over here, we have some of your fellow pinces and this Light Elf general. “[/color] He said, waving his arm towards them and showing the world their faces. [color=BA2B21]”This is a declaration of war, We will take what is rightfully ours and plunge your pathetic races into despair just as you did to us thousand years ago. Our race has kept quiet for years building and growing this great nation of Malthemoor. I will make you watch as we murder your people just as you made us watch the murder of ours.”[/color] Basilians looked at the knights and with one swift movement of his hand the knights slit the throats of the prisoners letting the blood drain from their necks in view of everyone watching the broadcast. [color=21B0BA]”Remember this, people of Avalia, all of this could have been avoided. If you hadn't exiled us into the coldest places of Avalia, treated us as a lesser race, then there could have been peace. Now you have forced our hand and we will become the monsters you have believed us to be. The rivers and streets shall run red with the blood of your children.”[/color] As Amarantha finished speaking her words, she conjured the form of a twin-headed dragon with her dark magic. It appeared to emerge from her and her brother before lifting into the air, flying around for a moment before she signaled for the spheres to be shut off. War had come to Avalia once more.