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Israel, Green Sahara
_{@Tenma Tendo@Renny}

Audry paused, her lungs filling heavy as the breaths came and went. The green eyes piercing into Yevon as she simply stared at him, watching as the man finally collapsed. She tucked the gun back under her robe, wrapping her arm around her body under he breasts as she took a deep breath and another, cringing briefly and wincing before she slowly opened her eyes once more. Audry's eyes turned over from the man to the girl that she was sent to watch over. Audry stepped forward to aid the girl as she moved across the dirt to Yevon's body, though she relented from approaching further when Capella shot a gaze of her own back at her, prompting her to step back. As Capella placed the glyphs upon the wounds that Yevon had sustained, Audry continued to say nothing, simply watching as the girl manifested a collection of crumbling sigils upon the body of the fallen man. As Capella slipped into unconsciousness, Audry's eyes watched the glyphs as they crumbled away, though she took note of the cessation of the bleeding. The man would be fine, at least.

Audry vaulted the sword from her hand into the dirt, following up with an exasperated kick at the dust, scattering a few stones. She sat on the ground next to the two, face buried into her own hands as she seethed. So much for good first impressions... Audry thought to herself. Between the sound of her own breathing, she caught the faint sound of flapping wings slowly growing louder.

"You've certainly made a mess of things, haven't you, kupo?"

Audry lifted her head to look upon the source of the voice. A strange little creature, almost like a bear, fluttering in the sky. Audry recalled the creature, it was cradled in Capella's arms as she was falling. Thankfully the little creature was blessed with wings to keep it from being in any real danger. Audry simply looked at the little animal, unsure of what to think.

The Moogle returned the stare, as the two simply were transfixed on each other, unsure of what to say or do, until Audry decided to break the silence to satisfy her curiosity.

You...you're a moogle, aren't you?

Upon the inquiry, the small creature fluttered down to the woman, immediately returning her question with a few swipes and swats with her paws, to the surprise and chagrin of Audry, who stood up, only to fall back onto the dirt. The Moogle ceased her assault. The furry face of the creature made it a challenge to discern any facial features, yet the little creature exuded an air of annoyance. The Moogle fluttered up slightly, before landing on Audry's chest, staring into her eyes.

"If you are done asking stupid questions, kupo, now is the time to explain yourself."

Audry jerked up, prompting Amalthea to fly up, stopping at Audry's eye level, as the traveler glared at the Moogle.

"I already said, I am here to protect the Legendary Hero. I don't have to explain myself further to you!"

As Audry tried to turn away, Amalthea followed after, repeating this process until Audry was trying to shoo her away, though with little success in so much as touching her. An exasperated Audry ceased her attempts when the Moogle returned to her eye level. Audry glared at her, though Amalthea seemed unphased.

"How do you know the star-child, kupo?"

Audry sighed, before simply walking away, returning to the site where Capella and Yevon were resting. Audry picked up Yevon, hauling the man over her shoulder and depositing him onto the back of the Horse, strapping him down lest he tumble from the beast. She placed a hand upon the stabilized wounds, attempting to focus the magicite, as a soft light exited from her hands, and onto his flesh, as the wounds slowly began to heal. By the time he awoke, he would be fine, so she hoped. Audry then lifted Capella up, carrying her bridal style towards the horse, as she stepped up, seating herself as she took hold of the reins with one hand, and keeping Capella close to her with the other. The girl was light, light enough that she would not get in the way. Amalthea followed after, floating up to Audry, grabbing onto the woman's robe, though Audry responded by swatting her way, to which the Moogle responded with a swipe.

"What do you think you're doing, kupo? Where are you going?"

"Wadi al-Qamar, the Valley of the Moon. It's safe there, and they can rest."

"Kupo...if you insist on taking them, it would be smarter to go to Jerusalem, kupo."

Audry turned to look at the Moogle, "Hmm? Why is that?"

"The star child has a Gummi Ship for her waiting there. If you are serious, it will be a safer trip than traveling by horse."

Audry pondered over the suggestion. The trip to Jerusalem would take only an hour or two, as opposed to a full day to reach Wadi al-Qamar, and another 3 days past that to Mecca.

"Okay, Moogle. We will go to Jerusalem, but there better not be any traps waiting for me when we get there."

"I expect the same from you, kupo." Amalthea responded as she landed into Capella's lap, keeping a close eye on Audry.

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Israel, Green Sahara
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The rider grasped hard onto the sword as she stared down her opponent. The glowing green eyes fixated on the strange face she now was placed before. The lightning crackled, the smell of ozone radiating in the air as the sword was fixed in place, the wielder focused on how she would deal with the opponent. There was no time for caution, there could be no more free variables, the Legendary Hero must be protected, and any threats dealt with. The rider swung the sword forward, launching an arc of lighting towards the man, and she followed after with the blade forward, reading to slash.

Yevon’s mind was first and foremost focused on the oncoming battle. So was the primal ferocity of his race and even more so in the naturally gifted. Some had called him prodigious, others despaired he was more inclined towards destruction, an unnatural fit for the next Ryosuken. His right arm burned bright, the entire length of which flared with the subtlety of the wind.

He wrapped an arm around the little angel as a blast of fire roared from his arm with such force that it blew them three yards to the left. In mid-air he righted himself, making sure to land on his feet and keep the angel from harm. “This might be more difficult than I first thought,” he uttered, unwrapping her from his side.

He raised to his feet and darted towards The Rider at superhuman speed, taunting an instinctive reaction. I wasn’t expecting bolts to be flung. He must be a wizard of some sort.

The rider's eyes widened as she saw the bolts flying at her. She ducked and rolled, quicking dodging the attacks. Magic, he must be with the False Messiah, she gritted her teeth as she took note of Yevon heading straight for her. She immediately rose her sword up to defend against the blow, the magicite in her reacting to the threat of the blow, cloaking her in a magical defense that would at least absorb some of the shock of whatever this man would throw at her. Thoughts raced through her mind, just where did this guy come from? He doesn't look to be any kind of local. And that Gummi Ship, could he be...? However, as she snapped back to her thoughts, she saw Yevon was now right up to her, as she lifted the sword to defend against attack, she also slipped her hand under her cloak, grabbing onto a little surprised for her opponent.

The Ryuman smirked. He’s good. His reaction speed’s impressive too. Might need to try harder.

The Rider’s choice of defense was quick and reflexive, it revealed that he was a trained warrior. Someone honed either in combat or schooled extensively. Yevon aimed his hand down on approach, bracing his wrist and blasting the ground. He vaulted over The Rider, landing behind him with a thud. He swung hard with his left arm at his head. The full strength of a Ryuman behind it.

The punch connected hard, sending the rider tumbling down a short distance in the sand, the residual fire magic lighting the wrap the rider wore into flames. The woman grabbed it and tossed the garment into the sand, before stomping it out. The rider was revealed, as she turned back to look at the Ryuman. Her green eyes shown out like beacons in the desert darkness as she looked back. The rider immediately pulled out the weapon from her cloak, a handgun, and fired off a few shots at her opponent. The weapon, charged by the same electric magic that had flowed through her before, as she ran at the figure again, with her free hand charged with electricity, she shot a few bolts at her enemy, before leaping into the air to rain a few more bullets upon him from above.

Watching her roll was a tad enjoyable, though her glare had paused him for a split-second. They were intense, scary even, in contrast to her face. He rubbed the back of his neck as she stomped out her cloak, boredom now clear on his face. “Just stop. You can’t beat me, not even with that… whatever it is.” he gestured towards the oddly shaped weapon in her hand.

Then a loud bang resounded and he felt hot holes in his torso. For a moment he wondered what had happened. He stumbled back a few feet, spotting the opening of her weapon spewing smoke. What the… Black blood begun to dampen his shirt.

Fixated on The Rider now, he tried to retreat but the white-hot pain in his torso slowed him a bit. A bolt slid pass by him, slicing his cheek.

A fire begin to burn in his core, a mixture of pain and fear fanning the flame.

Yielding to the pain he landed and dropped to a knee. He glared up at the looming Rider overhead. As she released more deadly bolts at him, his body became consumed by a rapturous white flame and within the consuming fire, the sound of iron being repelled resounded. As the flames subsided, a blue and gold keyblade with a crystal-clear key-shaped blade floated in front of him, a hexagonal barrier suffused around it.

A clear, warm surprise rested in his teal eyes as he knelt behind the weapon.

As the rider returned to her feet, she was shocked to see the man manifest a keyblade. A keyblade? No, it can't be. Was he truly the one who had arrived in that Gummi Ship? The rider was unsure of what to do. If he truly was a keyblader, there was no way he could be an agent of the False Messiah. The rider relented, her fixation of anger fading away into one of surprise and uncertainty. Lowering the gun, she spoke out, yelling in the direction of her enemy.

"You! The weapon that you carry with you, are you not an agent of the False Messiah?" She continued to gaze at him, her weapons lowered, but not returned. "My name is Audry Hjaurtly, I was sent to defend the Legendary Hero and ensure that her quest is completed." as she motioned her head toward Capella. "Unless you wish to die, you would be smart to explain yourself." Audry kept her eyes on the keyblader

Oblivious to everything except the weapon in front of him, Yevon reached out and grabbed the hilt inside the crescent guard. The barrier fell away and as he held the blade horizontally, admiring it, he spotted the Ryuman language on etched on its blade.

“Protect the World” it read.

Thoughtlessly, he replied, “I’m no agent of anyone. I’m a Ryusoken of Avaloss, charged with a Heroic Duty. I followed your “Legendary Hero” because my Heroic Duty drew me to her. I don’t know what brought me here or crashed that ship but-” Yevon crumpled to the ground, his wounds finally blurring his vision.

“You’re plenty strong, Rider. I yield...” he murmured, falling on his side to the ground and losing conscious. His Keyblade vanished in a bath of white flames.

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Israel, Green Sahara
_{@Tenma Tendo@Renny}

The Rider continued through the cool desert air, the wrap around her head fluttering in the wind as the horse she rode upon strode through the sands. Bethlehem lay within eyes distance, and the journey there would be a quick one from this point. However, it was at that moment that her eyes caught sight of something arise into the sky. A human! The rider pulled on the reigns of the horse, causing the beast to rise up on its back legs, letting out a loud neigh that seemed to echo across the entire land. The glowing green eyes of the figure followed the figure as it took flight into the stars, with the rider redirecting the horse to follow after her.

"That must be her! Jadyata al-Nujumiyyah! The Legendary Hero!" She exclaimed into the air as she chased after the flying young woman. The excitement quickly turned to horror, however, when she saw the hero suddenly go limp, and begin tumbling into the air. The green eyes widened in horror, as she cracked the reigns, and the horse chased after her. The rider's eyes focused in, squinting as she tried to pinpoint just where the girl would fall. But she was falling too fast, and the rider let out a scream, in a mixture of frustration and despair as she realized she would not make it in time. The horse was running as fast as it could, though the rider cracked the reigns over and over trying in vain to force it to move faster.

But the surprise grew as she saw a second figure appear on the scene, leap into the air, and catch the falling girl, safely bringing the two back to the ground. As she came closer to the hero, she was overcome by the potential danger that she was in. Who knew who this man was, if he was part of the False Prophet who wanted the hero dead. As the horse approached the two, the rider found the man crouched over her. Instinctively, the rider vaulted off of the horse, who let out a noise of shock as his master fell to the ground, immediately pulling out her sword from under her cloak, and held it in front of her.

The emotion in the figure was palpable, though her face was covered by cloth, the look in those glowing green eyes was piercing. She gazed furiously upon the man, the fury seemed to be having an effect, as the sword in her hand began to flicker as lightning magic coursed through it, though she was too focused on the other to notice. There was no thought, no planning, she just opened her mouth and screamed out, not even bothering to try and translate, just yelling in her native Vandalic.

"Ga ave fram her!"

Get away from her, she just hoped he would understand the message.

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Near Bethlehem, Israel, Green Sahara
_{@Renny@Tenma Tendo}

A family of lizards took flight as the sound of hooves against stone rang hollow against the dead air of the night. A strong black steed trotted proudly, holding his head high as the rider commanded the beast forward. The moon had risen high, nearing the center of the sky, shining overhead like a spotlight on the harsh ground, as animals fled in fear at the sight of the creature, and the masked rider who held his reigns. The rider's eyes were a mixture of the bright red of fatigue, and a sickly, glowing green that seemed to shine through the night, like some kind of phosphorescence. The horse, though his muscles twitched and spasmed, had no signs of stopping. Bethlehem was nearby, there was no time to stop.

It was a long way from the Valley of the Moon. The sooner out of Arabia the better, not the least for the purpose of this journey. The figure was wrapped tightly in a collection of loose garments thrown across their body. Coming south into Israel from the desert necessitated such dress, and it was useful to keep those who had no business seeing the rider's face from doing so. Though the rider approached the town with haste, there were no obvious signs of trade nor war on their person, though the clothing of the traveler was striking, a long green garment decorated with orange embroidery at the edges, and a black cloth tied around their face and head with golden elements, all seated upon a handsome black stallion.

The rider stopped the horse upon a story crag, gazing down from the height onto the sight of smoldering ashes and blackened wood down the road. The figure cursed upon the wind. Had they arrived too late? Had something gone wrong? There was no mention of a disaster like this in Bethlehem. The horse turned at the will of its master, riding down the side of the hill to the road below. As hoof touched paved stone, the rider's eye caught sight of another anomaly. Smoke rising from a pit. Wreckage. The glowing eyes narrowed, focusing in on the destruction, before opening in shock. That ship...could it be? A crack echoed through the night as the horse neighed loudly, running over to the sight of the crashed vessel.

The vehicle matched the specifications found in the old books. The Monks called back to these lost vessels, the transports called the Gummi Ship. Dismounting from the horse, the rider strode up to the wreckage cautiously, before placing a hand upon the remains. This could not be the ruins of the transport that brought the Legendary Hero, the monks specified that she had arrived in Jerusalem. So...what was this...? Who had come? A cold pulse ran down the back of the rider's spine as the forced the sleeve of the garment up, revealing the shining gadget resting around their arm. Fingers brushed the device, tracing the indentations and crevices as the glowing eyes fixated upon it. The sleeve was pulled back over the device, as rider screamed and slammed a fist upon the wreckage over and over until the finger joints began to ache. Variables were to be expected, but she had only just begun. Caution must be taken from now on.

The horse grunted as the Rider mounted it once again, exhaling. No more room for error, variables must be controlled. The cold, glowing eyes stared forward as the horse followed the light of Sirius toward the small town. She whispered a prayer to nothing in particular, that the hero was still present. As her eyes opened, she spotted one final abnormality, a traveler sharing the road. But the garments he wore were misplaced in this land. Modern, too modern. The rider commanded the horse to sway off of his path. Best not to catch his attention just yet.

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@Renny Oooh that'd be fun. If @Tenma Tendo's okay with it, tsall good with me.

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Alexandria, Isaurian Egypt, Green Sahara, 1245 AD

The two pirates shuffled themselves around, tension growing in the air as they stared down the official seated before them. Hirutila sat more or less still, his eyes closed and only making the occasional movement to keep the shackles around his wrists from falling into the cuts they had previously made. However, his partner, Rago, was fidgeting every second, as if he was to die if he sat still for more than a second. His body undulated with each deep breath that he took as he burned a hole through the Egyptian official with his gaze. Perhaps if he could have done some real damage with that, he and Hirutila would be walking free. But for now, their lives rested in the hands of this civil servant, who perused through a small document detailing the nature of the two men he was tasked with judging.

"I'm sure you men know that the nature of your crimes is severe," the man spoke, peaking over the parchment to gaze upon Rago and Hirutila. "The confiscated stolen wealth on your ship, in addition to the verifiable deaths attributed to your actions, and the resistance of your crew and yourselves to your arrest all constitute very harsh sentencing."

Rago simply spit into the official's face as he eyed him, prompting one of the soldiers in the room to smack him over the head with a club. Hirutila opened his eyes at the sound of his partner being beaten but refused to say anything. The official rested the papers onto the table before him, and spoke in a soft voice, though the attempts at affability fell flat immediately.

"The Pharaoh is willing to extend an offer to you men. Under normal circumstances, you would simply be sentenced to life in prison. However, your pasts are of interest to our Emperor, and he is offering a stay of your imprisonment in exchange for a lifetime enlistment into the Imperial Army."

Rago and Hirutila stared once more at the man, Rago's face locked in a devious smile, while Hirutila seemed to let off a pained grimace.

"You're letting us walk away from prison to go kill?" Rago inquired incredulously, pointing a look at the official as if he expected the man to retract the offer as some kind of joke, though a few passing seconds of silence only caused the pirate's smile to grow as he nodded furiously. "I can't see what the punishment is supposed to be." Though Rago was so willing to sign his life away, he didn't pick up on the official's sinister gaze upon those words.

Hirutila, however, remained uninterested. Rago glared over at his partner as he refused to join in the same path.

"What? You're just going to let them throw you in some cage, Hiru?"

Hirutila sighed as he spoke, "I'm tired of the death, Rago. If you wish to revel in it further, then go ahead. But I'm done with it. This was always about going back home. And if that will never be, then I don't want to fight any longer."

Rago looked over at the man with a confused, and infuriated look, as the soldiers went to escort them away. The last look Hirutila got of his former partner was when he was marched out the oak door behind them. Hirutila let out a sigh of relief to watch Rago leave, like a weight removed from his chest.

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Bethlehem, Israel, Green Sahara, 1250 AD
@Tenma Tendo

Rago's eyes were fixed upon Capella, his body swaying in its movements like some kind of depraved dance. The man walked a semi-circle around her as the grin on his face continued to twist grotesquely. The serrated sword in his hand quivered as he anticipated the first attack, planning out just where to lunge to get her. Lost in the grizzly fantasies that played out, he seemed unaware of the magic around Capella, like he couldn't see anything but the visions of blood and gore in his mind.

With that Rago lunged forward, but as soon as it had begun, the battle was over. The fireballs made a clear impact, as the silk robe ignited, to the horror of the swordsman, who in the brief moment that the flames stung his skin, he was pulled back into reality, only to be met with impact from Halcyon. The force from the fireballs sent the man flying through the air, the chared robe striking against the beige walls of the guest house, and destroyed hat flung from his body to land before Capella's feet, still smoldering from the spell. Rago's body was flung through the open window, falling some distance away. Rago lay there lifeless, the smell of burnt flesh and silk wafting from his broken form.

At the moment of Rago's demise, the Heartless seemed to begin their retreat from Bethlehem, as if in a panic as they swarmed away with the defeat of their commander. Though the pirate's body was simply left to smolder and burn in the dirt, as the heartless didn't even bother with what little life was left in the vessel as they singlemindedly fled from the town.

The young woman, the mother of the boy Yeshua, sat stunned for a brief moment, before suddenly throwing herself upon the keyblader in a fit of joy and tears, clinging to her tightly in a fit of emotional studdering, as she showered Capella in thank yous and sobbing, as the baby at her side began to whimper from the commotion.

As the woman began to compose herself, she expained the situation, "I'm sorry miss, my...my name is Maryam, I had just given birth to my son, and then the village was attacked. My husband and I took refuge in this guesthouse, but the found us none the less. But you...you saved us!" Maryam seemed overwhelmed with joy once again, however her emotions were quickly refocused when the man who had accompanied her managed to get himself back to his feet.

"Josef! Oh, you're alright! Oh this woman saved us from that pirate. That man, he was after Yeshua...but why? Could they..."

The man shook his head in confusion, "All I know is it's not safe here anymore. We should leave as soon as we can. We can go to my home town, in Galilee, far from here." Josef then turned his attention to Capella. "But you, you saved not only my wife and son, but this whole village. You have come as a hero, and so we will give you a hero's celebration."

Josef took Capella by the hand and pulled her into the street outside, proclaiming her as the savior of Bethlehem. Though not much was left of the village, the survivors cheered at the sight of the young woman. The people immediately saw to it to provide what little they could to give a hero's welcome to Capella.

In the commotion of it all, no eyes would spy as a hooded figure dragged the burned body of Rago away from the guest house, far beyond the limits of the village. Rago let out only a few moans in pain, until he felt a sharp electric shock radiate through his body, to gaze upon the sight of a figure, clad in a blue tunic covered with a dark mantle, hood over his face, though it was little surprise to Rago who this was.

"Have you come to kill me for failure?" Rago said, the defiant smile creeping onto his face once more.

"No," the hooded man spoke, kneeling down into the dirt next to Rago. "On the contrary, you have not failed me at all. You've done just what I wanted."

Rago looked at the man in confusion.

"You actually though you stood a chance, Rago? You had no idea what you were up against, even now as you lay there like a roast pig you don't understand. A common man has no chance against keyblade wielders." The figure reached into the pocket inside the mantle, pulling out a small crystal, green and hexagonally patterned, with a small red core, barely bigger than a coin. "I can imagine you want to salvage what's left of your dignity, and prove I got more than just a rat for testing out of the Egyptian Army."

Rago looked at the crystal, and then back at the figure. "What are you suggesting?"

"Did you ever wonder where the power that the messiah bestowed upon us came from, Rago?" the figure spoke as he took Rago's sword into his hand, and plunged it deep into the pirate's hand, pulling it out to create a deep wound. "I received them from him, and he from an angel. But the Angel left a few breadcrumbs, and I followed them until I found this," he spoke, waving the crystal in front of Rago's face. "Or rather, I managed to put the pieces together to recreate what Emmanuel has yet to figure out isn't godly magic. I call it magicite, and with it, Rago, you'll have power beyond what you ever thought possible, maybe just enough to deal with our little keyblader there." With that, the hooded man slid the small crystal deep into the wound. As he let go, the laceration began to radiate with a sickly green glow, as the crystal burst, and shards began burrowing into Rago's flesh. The pirate screamed out in agony, as he twisted and convulsed, the man's green eyes slowly changing color from their normal green, into the same sickly, ghostly color as the magicite. Rago continued to scream in pain as the magicite dispersed throughout his body. Before long, he had slipped back into unconsciousness.
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Palace Grounds, Constantinople, Renovation

Hirutila jolted up with a gasp of fear and surprise as he took a look around. The palace was left in great disrepair, the aftermath of the battle being apparent with the scattering of machine parts all over. However, Hirutila had little time to take anything in, as he immediately was being herded off by Felix to the hangar.

Seemed like finally, the party was off to go do this whole save the world thing. Hirutila groaned as he got back up, and walked alongside the others. He couldn't help but take note of a few new faces. At least he thought they were new. Perhaps he was just not paying enough attention before. Most disturbing of all to him, however, was the sudden change in demeanor of their Nobody companion. Hirutila had clearly missed out on something massive in his catatonia, better that he try and discuss it with someone while they make their way to the next world. Time cramped on a ship with this motley crew should be interesting.

Hirutila chimed up a bit, "Out of the cell, right back onto a ship. I never can escape this life," chuckling a little at his own observation. He only hoped the crew would be a little less murderous this time around. Not that that would be too particularly difficult. . But Hirutila was uneasy. There was no telling what was ahead. But the promise of getting back to life with Dammania was enough for him.

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Zekaraya slammed hard into the stone ground as the sword in his left hand shattered like glass upon impact with the Emperor's keyblade, the swordsman just barely managing to roll away as the Keyblade slashed towards him. Though Zekarya was drenched in sweat, the turban on his head sagging from the sheer weight of the moisture and lungs puffing his chest with every struggled breath, his opponent barely seemed winded. Zekaraya rose to his feet once more, wiping the sweat from his forehead before lunging at the emperor one more time. He simply turned to his side, swinging the blade onto Zekaraya's back, knocking him to the ground once more, prompting an exasperated cry of pain as he made impact. Zekaraya angrily turned himself over, struggling to force himself back to his feet, with a furious cry directed at the Emperor, who stood before him in perfect form.

"How....How can you have this much power!" He screamed out in a blind fury, face a bright shade of cherry red from exhaustion and fury. The swordsman threw his remaining weapon onto the ground and fell to one knee, groaning in agony as he tried to force himself up. "I am an agent of God, I am the sword of the messiah!" he roared, finally managing to get back on his feet once more. "You...You're nothing but some earthly king, you aren't even just beneath me, you don't even deserve to look in my presence let alone spill my blood!"

Zekaraya charged at Emperor Michael once more, "I am the Lion of Judah!" he howled as he dived towards him, only for the Emperor to simply raise his keyblade.

"Thundaga!" spoke the Emperor, as a bolt of lightning arced out, striking Zekaraya point blank in the chest, dropping him to the ground to skid across the stone floor, landing at the Emperor's feet. Zekaraya uncurled his body, aching as he tried once more to rise to his feet.

While Zekaraya's lifeless body lay there at his feet, the swordsman kept his hands tucked under his body, waiting for the Emperor to slip up. When he finally saw it, Zekaraya forced himself onto his back, and raised his hands in front of him.

"Blind!"

As the Emperor was struck by the spell, Zekaraya swung a kick at his knees, knocking him down as the Swordsman took off into the castle, swerving past anyone who may be in his path, before crashing through one of the castle's windows, tumbling out into the aftermath of the preceding battle. What caught his eye the most, however, was the airpad of Gummi Ships. Zekaraya charged towards the ships, immediately jumping into one, commanding the vehicle as it rose into the air and flew away from the ruined palace.

Zekaraya cursed as he relaxed, eyes fixated on the wounds he had sustained from the fight with the Emperor. Never before had he faced an opponent who so much as offered him a challenge, let alone outright defeat him. He looked at the burns from the Thundaga attacks and clenched his teeth in anger. Where the Gummi ship was headed, he did not know, but he vowed that he would make use of whomever he found there, and become powerful enough to not only cut the keybladers down one by one but return to exact his revenge upon the Emperor who bested him.

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Bethlehem, Green Sahara
@Tenma Tendo

The noise coming from Bethlehem was intense, as the streets flooded with people fleeing from the indiscriminate destruction of their homes, houses crumbled and burning, with people trying and failing to fend off attacks by the Heartless as they flooded into the city. But the Heartless were not the only threat to be found. As a small group of young men managed to slip away from the Heartless, they found themselves suddenly faced with a strange looking figure. The tall man with almost pitch black skin and long braided hair towered over them, his head covered by some kind of wide straw hat, his body wraped in an orange tunic, as he pulled out a shining long sword, with teeth like a saw, that he swung at the young men, taking each of them down one at a time before the others had time to react. The hatted man stepped out of the shadows into the stream of Heartless, the blood from the slain men still shimmering on the steel blade in the light of the fires. He smiled as he began walking down the road, simply cutting down anyone who was unfortunate enough to come in his path. He stopped at the sight of the fireballs, crashing into the city, burning away the Heartless that had accompanied him. He smiled at the sight,

"Heh, maybe there will be some real fun here after all."

The man continued on his path, seemingly unphased by the destruction but fixated on a single point, like a wolf stalking a deer. He gripped onto the sword in his hand as the began to descend upon a single building. It was no residential home, just a small dwelling set aside for travelers. As he approached, the man kicked in the door, to the horror of the two dwelling inside. The woman held tightly to the Child at her side, while the man in the room charged at the assailant. However, it was of little good, for the attacker simply grabbed the child's father by the throat, lifting him into the air before tossing him onto the ground outside of the inn, approaching the woman and her child with an almost gleeful abandon.

"You can't possibly know why this smile is on my face, can you?" He said to the terrified woman, who closed her eyes in fear, only to have the smiling swordsman grab onto her face, forcing her eyes forward.
"You wouldn't, hell you couldn't, know what it's like to be forced to be the Pharaoh's dog for 5 years of your life, but I got the chance to get out, to finally get my life back. And all I have to do," he spoke, "Is to take out the little baby you have there. So, if you feel like getting out of this with your life, miss, you'll do well to hand him over, or I can do you a favor and send you to next life with him."

However, the man's speech was cut short when he felt a presence behind him. The demented smile came back to his face as he turned around, seeing Capella in the doorway.

He scoffed at the sight of her, "You certainly are no Hebrew, girl. What, you think you're going to be some kind of hero?" He was perplexed by the sight of the girl, there was an air of both power and reservation to her.
"Are you from far or just stupid, girl. You're standing before Rago Yakubu, the Scourge of the Mediterranean! You think you can stop me. I'll have fun chopping you up before I take out these two."
Rago began to approach Capella, Sword drawn and ready to attack.

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The rope dug into Hirutila's hands as he gripped onto it, swinging rapidly from the castle towards the giant mech. Hirutila opened his eyes, fixating on the spot of landing, right in the robot's leg joint. But any feelings of optimism were quickly dashed when he saw a rain of fire fall out of the sky as the robot shot a gummi ship out of the sky like nothing. He gulped in fear as he saw the robot immediate return its attention back at the palace, charging up the beam rifle.

Only have one shot at this, I have to make this count, or we're all dead.

At that moment, however, Hirutila felt a sudden grasp upon his forearm. He instinctively jerked his head to the side and met eyes with the unexpected visitor. At least, he thought that's where his eyes would be. The figure was clad in dark purple armor, unlike anything he had ever seen. Hirutila should have known not to be surprised by anything anymore, yet this guy was more than he had expected to see, more like a character in some story than a real person. However, the grip on his arm confirmed the reality of the other, as did the sudden jerking as the armored man began to twist them. Hirutila's eyes widened in a mixture of disbelief and fear as he felt the two of them turn increasingly rapidly, the force of the cyclone becoming almost unbearable for a brief second, as he felt his entire body beginning to burn and crackle, like a pan of hot oil, coursing through his entire body, the heat and the energy jumping off him unlike anything he had ever felt before, it left him unable to move, before he felt the pressure on his arm release. The purple figure slowly began to drift away, as time seemed to slow down to a crawl for Hirutila, the other falling away from him back towards the ground, with Hirutila turning himself around, to see the Gundam growing closer and closer, as time snapped back to reality, he realized he was heading straight for the machine.

"EAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The old pirate crackled in the sky with the scream following after, a trail of lighting following behind him as he whizzed like a corkscrew across the sky right at the Gundam's weapon arm. The robot charged up its attack, nearing completion, ready to blow the palace off the face of the earth. However, Hirutaila was in full panic mode, heading straight for the machine, he held his arm out in front of his face as if the brace would save him from the impact. Tocsax may have given him a little extra shielding, but he was sure an impact at this speed right into the robot would be more than enough to at least break something good and well. His heart pumped, as he came closer, spinning like a drill. In that moment of distress, Hirutila felt a sudden weight in his hand, as he opened his eyes, to spy his keyblade once more. Manifested in his hand, he looked ahead, finding himself just a few feet away from the Robot's arm joint. As if by instinct, Hirutila began to straighten out his body, and hold the keyblade ahead, letting it stand straight as his body spun around even more rapidly.

The loud crash of hte impact could be heard all over the area of hte palace as Hirutila slammed into the Gundam's arm joint with full force, and onlookers would see the robot spurt out sparks as the joint was severed through, almost immediately falling into disrepair and tumbling from the machine onto the ground, the weapon going with it. Hirutila followed after, being forced back to the ground like a ping pong ball as he crashed into the earth. The old pirate was saved from death on impact thanks to the extra protection the nobody had given him, but the old man was out cold from the sheer force, laying eyes open but motionless next to the sundered arm.

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Hirutila
Palace of the Blachrenae, Renovation

Damn, damn damn damn. This was not the way he was planning on jumping into the action. Hirutila grimaced in a mixture of agitation and sheer terror at the sight before him. The Heartless were one thing, the horde of little imps was damn frightening in its own right but the real awesome might was that humanoid mechanical monstrosity that was suddenly threatening to tear the whole palace down around them. The Empress may have managed to defend the place for that bit of time, but

"Damnable Mock-Man, we don't stand a chance against that thing!" Hirutila yelled out once the sheer scale of the Gundam had really sunk into his mind. How could something so huge even exist? Was it autonomous or was it more like a suit of armor?
He found his answer when Tocsax ripped the pilot out before his very eyes. So it was a suit of armor, but the pilot there obviously wasn't really controlling the mech. Hirutila gritted his teeth at the challenge. How was he supposed to fight against *that*? The damn palace was like paper to it, there was no way he wouldn't be killed instantly upon even attempting to challenge it.
But better to die trying to fight than to be just a casualty in a building collapse. He had some idea on what to do. The only weapons that were going to take down the behemoth were the ones it was carrying. Certainly whatever Heartless was possessing the Gundam wanted to wipe anyone out it got in clear sight, so why not turn that against it.

Hirutila looked around the room rapidly, trying to eye out anything he could use to get up close to the mech and get away before it could vaporize him. It was then that Hirutila took note of a display in the corner of his eye, a halberd of sorts with a plethora of long parts. He ran over to the weapon, pulling it out of the display and snapping the head off of the weapon, tying a long piece of rope around it.
"Alright, let's hope this works," he muttered out, before running off up a staircase, shortly after Tocsax had cast the haste spell on him. Hirutila was amazed at how fast he was moving, even better than back in his prime in the pirate days. This was just like pirate days right, boarding a ship to take it out? That's what he kept telling himself as he ascended the staircase, each footstep pounding in his heart as he approached a heightened point.

If I can just get this into one of its joints..., he thought as he stepped onto the windows sill, the vast drop of the castle below and the Gundam there before him. Hirutila swung the makeshift grappling hook around in a circle, turning back and throwing it with all his might. To his amazement, the hook landed into one of the robots arm joints. Now for the hard part. Hirutila took a deep breath, looking down at the drop before him. In his mind, it was just water, just the cold dark blue of the sea. He repeated it over and over in his head.

Nothing below me but sea, nothing below me but sea.

And with that, his feet left the stone of the castle window as the began careening towards the Gundam, hoping that Tiw was looking over him, and praying that his feet would make contact with the robot's metal and not his back splattered against the ground.

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Just outside of Bethelehem, Israel, 1250 AD, Green Sahara
@Tenma Tendo

The cart of pilgrims returning home were all busy chattering among themselves, though whispers concerning Capella could be heard being carried among the wind.

You don't think she's royalty do you? Whispered one of the women to the other, who chattered back

A Hasmonean in a cart ride to Bethlehem? What would royalty be doing here?

The other woman looked back at Capella, staring back at her for a short while before whispering back at the other, "But those clothes, how can she afford purple and still ride back in a horse cart?"

The ride back was slow, yet calming. There was much to see on the road back, groves of date palms resting in the moonlight, nestled within the mountainous terrain that seemed to gently slope with the clouds. At the same time, the calm had an eerie and sinister undertone, like static in the still air. The full moon cloaked the entire roadway in a hazy bluish tinge, adding to that underlying dread hidden in the calm. Capella's concentration on such thoughts would be broken by the intrusion of a young man, who attempted to get a few words in with her.
"You're not from here, are you?" The young man inquired, "What brings you out to Bethlehem. It's not exactly the most interesting place in the world. The bustle of Jerusalem to much for you?"

But any small talk was cut off with the sudden cry of the horses as the cart approached Jerusalem proper. The driver let out a shriek of horror as well, as the cart became surrounded by Heartless.

"They....They're everywhere!" one of the pilgrims exclaimed, pointing a shaking finger at the village, which was swarming with the little imps, running through the streets like wild beasts. Among the hoard of creatures were three more like disembodied suits of armor, bearing some kind of emblem, that were herding the other Heartless like dogs in search of something. The creatures tore through houses at the command of their superiors and watching them, the message of the letter would echo in Capella's head once more.

There, a legion of Heartless seek to slay a child named Yeshua, a child born of a Virgin Birth. Do not let them touch him, or all is lost.

She would need to act fast to save the cart of pilgrims, the people of Bethlehem, and the Child before all were lost to the swarm of Heartless. They numbered 100 in total, scattered throughout the village.

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The Valley of the Moon, Canaan, 2288 AD, Green Sahara

Audry stared at the discolored ceiling once again, letting the image burn into her retinas as she lay on the old cot, the stuffing long rotten away, nothing more than a glorified blanket wrapped around springs. She closed her eyes, though no sleep came. It wouldn't come any time soon. She lifted her hand up, taking a look at the device now affixed to her forearm, at the scar when that ancient technology had buried its way into her flesh, digging deep into her. The uncertainty of what was to pass was much like that same burning pain, though it radiated out of her spine across her body rather than merely in her arm now. She balled her fist up and slammed it against the worn down mattress, cursing and groaning loudly as she turned herself over, only to hear the creek as the door to her room opened. Audry simply layed on her side in silence, as the monk spoke to her, urging the young woman to wake up. The day was upon them. Audry rose to a seated position, nodding her head in silence as she rose to her feet, and followed after the monk without saying a word.

"You understand the necessity of this, do you not?"

Audry nodded, though she could not say that she fully knew what would happen. Worlds were at stake, a future worth getting out of bed for, a future with a mother who wouldn't die of a bad cough. The Galileans believed it rested in the Middle Ages, a time so long ago it was the stuff of legends now. She was to find the Legendary Hero, and go with her to face the Emperor who resided in the Horn of Africa and kill his minions.

"The Son of Aaron must die, remember that Audry, he must die at all costs."

"...I know." She uttered out quietly, as the Monks began to power on the ancient machines that filled the chamber. The Abbot looked at her one last time. "When you are there, follow her trail, you'll find her eventually. The Hero must complete her quest, and you must make sure all loose ends stay down. From there, you're on your own, our knowledge can't help you once you leave our timeline."

And with that, the conversation ended, once the gate was identified.

Audry closed her eyes as the Chronodex activated, and she felt herself break apart, as the particles of her body accelerated, faster and faster and faster until, she was moving backward in time. When her eyes opened once more she felt her self being placed in the middle of nowhere, in seeing in the distance, the walls of a great canyon, What must have been the Valley all those years ago. Audry stood herself up, looking intently at the cliff faces. However she shook off the thought, right now her goal was to find the Legendary Hero, the so-called Child of the Sixth Brightest. Now, just where in the world was she supposed to start looking?

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@Nerevarine, Acceptable, although note that Green Sahara's future will be altered in this RP's epilogue.

@Letter Bee

Yep, I was counting on that