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[color=fff200][b]"You already walk beside the herald of destruction, Flynn of Aurelia. You seek to eat the apple and still keep it, greed at it's finest. You are his son indeed! But our world is not as kind as the land in a fairytale!  

If you walk this path, you will not only lose yourself, but her too... and many others. Gaze upon this moment, Red Star! Look back and allow regret to be your cruel yet efficient teacher, as you walk down that path." [/b][/color]

The blue eyed prisoner spoke out his words loud, his face close to the iron bars. He allowed himself a soft sigh, his grip on the bars loosening as he leaned back.

[color=fff200][b]"Enjoy finding the truth! I found it a long time ago before you were even born!"[/b][/color] He yelled after Flynn, then allowed a smirk form on his lips.

His work was now done at the jail, for now. Whilst the wolf had not come sniffing, the prince had. While indeed, the monk was physically within the cell, he would now most likely be a haunting specter in Flynn's head.  At least that was what he assumed, after all, their meeting had not only been to find out what kind of man he were, but also if he was worthy to lead Dawnhaven. The warrior-monk was not convinced, yet the younger man was seemingly not fully under Auric's thumb.

He was ambitious, overly so, like a man who had never lost a battle. The blond prisoner gave a slight snort.

He had lost battles in the past himself, but winning or losing battles were part of life. One could still win... the war. Despite having displayed the brand so clearly, Prince Flynn had seemingly not yet realized what it meant and he had been careless to not see a minute detail. 

[color=fff200][i]'Power that defies all laws...'[/i][/color]

It was such a dangerous feeling. A poison of the mind and body. It corrupts the soul.

[color=fff200][i]'...love...' [/i][/color]

Such a double-edged sword, it gave such power, but a very fatal flaw. A vulnerable mark. A parent... a lover.... or a child.

[color=fff200][i]'... what was it that the lynx hid within, a secret dangerous as sin...'[/i][/color]

The blond man's eyes wandered to the wall opposite of the bars where he seemed to see the shape of a darkhaired young woman, her grey eyes peaceful, a soft smile on her lips, in her hands, wrapped in the softest of cloth it were. 

[color=fff200][i]' ...the stone in paw, a result of alchemy's law...'[/i][/color]

The cloth unfurled, in it's careful embrace it laid. A smooth gemstone. A precious dark gem. Shimmering with hidden hue of gold. Then the image of the woman faded away. The monk closed his eyes momentarily, his mind wandering over the time he had spent locked up and the people that had visited him. Zephyros. Elio. Flynn. Amaya. The tall girl from the inn and finally the Raunefeldt girl. It had been an eventful time to be a prisoner.

But then again, had he not always been a prisoner? The more he allowed that thought to peck at him the more he felt to give in to laughter. 

His blue eyes slowly opened to set eyes upon the wall again, this time the he thought he could see a blonde haired and blue eyed young woman standing in place where the darkhaired spectre of his past once had been.

Those piercing familiar blue eyes. He knew them.

The long blonde hair around that pale smooth skin. 
[color=fff200][i]
'...the stone hid in plain sight, it's fairness concealed by the mane of it's fallen creator...'[/i][/color]

[color=fff200][i]'...bearing it's maker's name. Held between the remaining maker and it's mortal foe...'[/i][/color]



[color=fff200][b]"A wise warrior keeps his heart beyond his foes reach. Isn't that right?"[/b][/color] The blond man smirked and then set his eyes at the bars ahead of him. It was time to bid his leave of the cell. There were much work that needed to still be done. Dawnhaven would become the beacon with or without Flynn. After all, why else had he decided to bring his heart with him? It couldn't be allowed to slip into Auric's hands after all. He was going to leave the cell the coming night, one way or the other. He had things which he needed to take care of. He was a gardener after all.

[color=fff200][i]'If you only knew how close you were to finding out where it is. Red Star. Destroy me and it will in turn destroy you no matter what you choose to do.'
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He began to chuckle before it turned into full blown laughter, echoing down the stone corridor leading from his cell. Some would have likely thought him mad. But what else can one be, in a world as mad as this?