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Chapter 7
Anger Becomes Hatred

Leviar Dracoray… of family Dracoray, the very same that harbored his father, Levi Dracoray, deserter of the knights of the Serenian Hold. Levi claimed to have done it for his family but evidence pointed to fear in his heart. A heart clouded by fear of death after the great dragon instilled a dark threat into his mind, and a fear that racked Levi to the core. His son, Leviar, is the focus of this discussion however, for he has a great darkness in his heart that not even he knows will surface soon, a darkness that is subject to jealousy and anger towards his own best friend.

The time had finally arrived, and Nightmare was ravaging the town, ripping it asunder just to find myself and Xan. He would stop at nothing to find and devour us whole, for he knew something we did not. He knew that we had a power inside us that could effectively destroy nightmare once and for all. Although we had no clue why he was after us specifically, we knew we had to get out of there and get as far from nightmare as possible, because it seemed impossible for the three of us to take him on alone. This was one of those perfect times when Luna’s soothing songs would have come in handy for her voice alone was able to calm most beasts. Though it would have been only momentarily the song might have bought us just enough time to escape from the dreadful Nightmare that was tearing apart this small town. This poor small town, so defenseless that we needed to get out quick or try to take nightmare head on and drive him back out the way it came. Leviar crashed through the door screaming “We need to go! Now!” and my eyes widened, witnessing a flash on black lightning strike Leviar in the shoulder causing him to fall to his knees riving in pain. The bolt came from none other than the grand demon Nightmare, and he stood behind Leviar as he kneeled on the ground struck with pain like that from a dagger being lunged into one’s gut. Leviar’s face held a certain look of pain mixed with rage and fear, his eyes almost seemed to darken with the rage he felt from his unbridled hatred for this gruesome abomination. This monster had struck him with lightning and was threatening his two friends, not to mention he still didn’t know if Luna was unharmed. Leviar was at a boiling point and I could see that thing inside him trying to get out, trying to beg Leviar to let it rip Nightmare in half for hurting him and his friends. All at once it happened, with a flash of a bright white light, and the sound of quick footsteps. Xandel shoulder rushed nightmare, knocking him to the ground and causing him to lose his focus, as Xandel shouted “Hurry, and take my hand!” I took his hand, he placed the other on Leviar’s good shoulder and uttered “Leosa” and we were instantly teleported to a shrine in the lower levels of the castle in which my brother and I grew up. “Xan, how did we get here?” I asked befuddled by the sudden shock of being home. “I used a last resort type spell to get us out of danger. Our mentor taught it to me but not you because he entrusted me to keep tabs on you. He told you how to protect me didn’t he?” “Yes he did, and he only taught me how to protect you with a barrier. Why did he teach you how to teleport us?” I asked in a docile tone. He replied simply with a cheerful “I suck with shields.” We shared a laugh and I immediately had to ask him an important question. “Won’t nightmare simply find us?” As it was, Xandel told me about how this entire castle was protected by a council of nine druids with magic power so great that if they left the sanctum of their own minds they could potentially crack the surface of the planet all the way to the core. Luckily due to the harmony of the minds of each druid, they keep each other in a trance while holding firm the spell that keeps our home castle safe from even the powers of Nightmare. Now the pressing issue, how do we calm down Leviar? To answer, simply put he managed to calm himself by realizing where he was, home, for the first time in a year. Leviar always loved being home especially when he and Luna were spending time working on armor and even some little trinkets, but he couldn’t think about that now. Luna was still in danger and Leviar felt an undying need to find her and rescue her, wherever she may be. He felt in his heart that he needed to find her and he gave me and Xan a longing look. I asked quite flat out, “What is going through your mind right now Leviar? Are you okay right now?” He replied with quite simply, “I am leaving you both to find Luna and you can’t stop me. You can try but I will not be deterred.” I would be damned if I got in his way, and with a thunderous sprint he slammed the door out behind him, leaving only a confused Xandel and I in his wake. He left the castle within minutes and the blood from his shoulder trailed behind him. It is as if he didn’t even notice his shoulder was injured at all. Leviar Dracoray was no longer in the city by nightfall. A man with a mission is a dangerous thing indeed, especially someone from the Dracoray family. Even his father, Levi, was stubborn when people tried to get a point across to him.

Xandel and I now had to focus on the danger at hand. We had a soul hungry monster searching the world for us and it couldn’t find us no matter how hard it tried. Though the fact that it couldn’t find us benefited us, it meant that Nightmare would be out and about hunting and consuming he souls of the innocent people. Xandel and I knew we had to do something before it consumed every soul in its path, but to risk our own lives terrified us to no end. While we lay in wait we knew that Leviar was not a force to be reckoned with and that getting in his way was a death wish. I look to Xandel, “So what do we do brother?” I asked with a tremble in my voice. “You always made the plans Dart...” he replied with a disheartened tone to his voice. What was there to do when faced with such a seemingly indestructible foe such as Nightmare?

Questions, too many questions

We had too many questions we needed answered and not enough time to piece together the answers to them. Time was not on our side and I knew that I had to make the final decision because Leviar was missing and Xandel was fresh out of the grave. Though, that was a rather pressing question that needed a real answer. How is it that my brother could speak the words of the dead and be here today? Resurrection is impossible when a Serenian utters that sacred vow and meets death head on. Meselia Reatot Barcha, the words ring in my head with Xandel’s voice to back them. They tirelessly run through until the words mess into white noise before I finally crack. “Xandel,” I started softly “how are you alive, after the sacred vow?”

Xandel, as disheartened as before offered only one reply. “I know not what shadows cover this land, but many strange happenings have been causing riots among our kind brother.” This statement filled my heart with concern but emptied the foul pollution of the words of the dead from my troubled mind. I needed to focus, rather we needed to focus and time was running short. With two brothers of the royal Utopia line still being alive and well, we carried a responsibility that I had neglected for a long time. We needed to let our people, whosoever remained, know that each prince has finally returned home. We were home not only to protect ourselves but the people we hold dear as well.
The elusive problem at hand was time. We had no clue how long it would take Nightmare to find this site, or even how long we had before it attacked innocent villages around Xanderclese. We needed to gather ourselves and act fast, for Nightmare wasn’t simply going to wait. Sleep… sleep will help and we knew exactly where to go. The halls, rooms, staircases, and people strewn about were all the same, but we were different. Making our way up to the main hall from the temple was no easy task after everyone in the castle bore witness to Leviar storming out with blood gushing from his shoulder. Naturally a search party was sent into the catacombs of the castle to find the perpetrator of the attack. Finding us, the two princes, home and very much alive, raised suspicion in the staff. They came to find us injured as well, and our wounds were treated in very little time. After a flurry of questions from the familiar faces our eldest maid, Anbella, approached the concerned group and dispersed them to their nightly duties. The sun would rise soon and Anbella escorted us to our old rooms, which were, oh so conveniently, place across the hall from one another. A single pecking kiss on each of our foreheads sent us off to slumber, for the night was almost over and not a moment of sleep had been had by either prince.

“Good night my sweet princes.”

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Chapter 7
Anger Becomes Hatred

Leviar Dracoray… of family Dracoray, the very same that harbored his father, Levi Dracoray, deserter of the knights of the Serenian Hold. Levi claimed to have done it for his family but evidence pointed to fear in his heart. A heart clouded by fear of death after the great dragon instilled a dark threat into his mind, and a fear that racked Levi to the core. His son, Leviar, is the focus of this discussion however, for he has a great darkness in his heart that not even he knows will surface soon, a darkness that is subject to jealousy and anger towards his own best friend.

The time had finally arrived, and Nightmare was ravaging the town, ripping it asunder just to find myself and Xan. He would stop at nothing to find and devour us whole, for he knew something we did not. He knew that we had a power inside us that could effectively destroy nightmare once and for all. Although we had no clue why he was after us specifically, we knew we had to get out of there and get as far from nightmare as possible, because it seemed impossible for the three of us to take him on alone. This was one of those perfect times when Luna’s soothing songs would have come in handy for her voice alone was able to calm most beasts. Though it would have been only momentarily the song might have bought us just enough time to escape from the dreadful Nightmare that was tearing apart this small town. This poor small town, so defenseless that we needed to get out quick or try to take nightmare head on and drive him back out the way it came. Leviar crashed through the door screaming “We need to go! Now!” and my eyes widened, witnessing a flash on black lightning strike Leviar in the shoulder causing him to fall to his knees riving in pain. The bolt came from none other than the grand demon Nightmare, and he stood behind Leviar as he kneeled on the ground struck with pain like that from a dagger being lunged into one’s gut. Leviar’s face held a certain look of pain mixed with rage and fear, his eyes almost seemed to darken with the rage he felt from his unbridled hatred for this gruesome abomination. This monster had struck him with lightning and was threatening his two friends, not to mention he still didn’t know if Luna was unharmed. Leviar was at a boiling point and I could see that thing inside him trying to get out, trying to beg Leviar to let it rip Nightmare in half for hurting him and his friends. All at once it happened, with a flash of a bright white light, and the sound of quick footsteps. Xandel shoulder rushed nightmare, knocking him to the ground and causing him to lose his focus, as Xandel shouted “Hurry, and take my hand!” I took his hand, he placed the other on Leviar’s good shoulder and uttered “Leosa” and we were instantly teleported to a shrine in the lower levels of the castle in which my brother and I grew up. “Xan, how did we get here?” I asked befuddled by the sudden shock of being home. “I used a last resort type spell to get us out of danger. Our mentor taught it to me but not you because he entrusted me to keep tabs on you. He told you how to protect me didn’t he?” “Yes he did, and he only taught me how to protect you with a barrier. Why did he teach you how to teleport us?” I asked in a docile tone. He replied simply with a cheerful “I suck with shields.” We shared a laugh and I immediately had to ask him an important question. “Won’t nightmare simply find us?” As it was, Xandel told me about how this entire castle was protected by a council of nine druids with magic power so great that if they left the sanctum of their own minds they could potentially crack the surface of the planet all the way to the core. Luckily due to the harmony of the minds of each druid, they keep each other in a trance while holding firm the spell that keeps our home castle safe from even the powers of Nightmare. Now the pressing issue, how do we calm down Leviar? To answer, simply put he managed to calm himself by realizing where he was, home, for the first time in a year. Leviar always loved being home especially when he and Luna were spending time working on armor and even some little trinkets, but he couldn’t think about that now. Luna was still in danger and Leviar felt an undying need to find her and rescue her, wherever she may be. He felt in his heart that he needed to find her and he gave me and Xan a longing look. I asked quite flat out, “What is going through your mind right now Leviar? Are you okay right now?” He replied with quite simply, “I am leaving you both to find Luna and you can’t stop me. You can try but I will not be deterred.” I would be damned if I got in his way, and with a thunderous sprint he slammed the door out behind him, leaving only a confused Xandel and I in his wake. He left the castle within minutes and the blood from his shoulder trailed behind him. It is as if he didn’t even notice his shoulder was injured at all. Leviar Dracoray was no longer in the city by nightfall. A man with a mission is a dangerous thing indeed, especially someone from the Dracoray family. Even his father, Levi, was stubborn when people tried to get a point across to him.

Xandel and I now had to focus on the danger at hand. We had a soul hungry monster searching the world for us and it couldn’t find us no matter how hard it tried. Though the fact that it couldn’t find us benefited us, it meant that Nightmare would be out and about hunting and consuming he souls of the innocent people. Xandel and I knew we had to do something before it consumed every soul in its path, but to risk our own lives terrified us to no end. While we lay in wait we knew that Leviar was not a force to be reckoned with and that getting in his way was a death wish. I look to Xandel, “So what do we do brother?” I asked with a tremble in my voice. “You always made the plans Dart...” he replied with a disheartened tone to his voice. What was there to do when faced with such a seemingly indestructible foe such as Nightmare?

Questions, too many questions

We had too many questions we needed answered and not enough time to piece together the answers to them. Time was not on our side and I knew that I had to make the final decision because Leviar was missing and Xandel was fresh out of the grave. Though, that was a rather pressing question that needed a real answer. How is it that my brother could speak the words of the dead and be here today? Resurrection is impossible when a Serenian utters that sacred vow and meets death head on. Meselia Reatot Barcha, the words ring in my head with Xandel’s voice to back them. They tirelessly run through until the words mess into white noise before I finally crack. “Xandel,” I started softly “how are you alive, after the sacred vow?”

Xandel, as disheartened as before offered only one reply. “I know not what shadows cover this land, but many strange happenings have been causing riots among our kind brother.” This statement filled my heart with concern but emptied the foul pollution of the words of the dead from my troubled mind. I needed to focus, rather we needed to focus and time was running short. With two brothers of the royal Utopia line still being alive and well, we carried a responsibility that I had neglected for a long time. We needed to let our people, whosoever remained, know that each prince has finally returned home. We were home not only to protect ourselves but the people we hold dear as well.
The elusive problem at hand was time. We had no clue how long it would take Nightmare to find this site, or even how long we had before it attacked innocent villages around Xanderclese. We needed to gather ourselves and act fast, for Nightmare wasn’t simply going to wait. Sleep… sleep will help and we knew exactly where to go. The halls, rooms, staircases, and people strewn about were all the same, but we were different. Making our way up to the main hall from the temple was no easy task after everyone in the castle bore witness to Leviar storming out with blood gushing from his shoulder. Naturally a search party was sent into the catacombs of the castle to find the perpetrator of the attack. Finding us, the two princes, home and very much alive, raised suspicion in the staff. They came to find us injured as well, and our wounds were treated in very little time. After a flurry of questions from the familiar faces our eldest maid, Anbella, approached the concerned group and dispersed them to their nightly duties. The sun would rise soon and Anbella escorted us to our old rooms, which were, oh so conveniently, place across the hall from one another. A single pecking kiss on each of our foreheads sent us off to slumber, for the night was almost over and not a moment of sleep had been had by either prince.

“Good night my sweet princes.”