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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

Revnoir raised an eyebrow at her actions, but didn't question it. He simply put her bag over his shoulder and held her hand as she seemed to want. He gently led her out of the building, and noticed Aura atop the hill. Watching us..? A little strange, but alright.
 
Kirsa followed behind him, struggling a bit as her wound still hurt a bit but she managed to keep up. She didn't want to worry Revnoir.
 
Revnoir didn't notice her wound, but it nagged at the back of his mind like a pebble in his shoe. The snowstorm had subsided, but the snow never stopped falling. It fell steadily, covering the dying ground with a soft, white blanket like flowers over a corpse before the casket closed. (Timeskip should be happening soon once everyones ready. 3 day skip due to the travel time)
 
Finally, Amelia had dragged Asilia's whatever-she-had over in the general vacinity of where they were to gather. It was quite the strain on her threads... Why had she helped that girl..? Oh, right... She had been struggling with the box. It was probably some kind of useful equipment... Maybe. She was a child, no saying what she wanted to drag along.
 
The maid stared at Zen. "M....M'Lord.... Is there anything you need....? Anything at all....?"


Aura held Yulier close. She was still asleep. "Don't worry.... I will protect them all.... And you will be safe.... Always...."
 
zen was almost at his limit. he was flushed and looking around nervously. he was surprisingly shy with things like this.he suddenly took a deep breath"look w-..would you mind accompanying me to my bedroom?" 'I SAID IT!' he screamed out in his head
 
Kirsa was exhausted. Her clothes smelled of sweat, her heels were killing her and she was hungry. She lifted her shirt slightly to look at her wound, it was healing but it wasn't exactly healed all the way.
 
Deus was training as normal waiting on some orders from Abel. It had been so quiet lately at least for him, somehow he just seemed to be avoiding all the action. It was kind of ironic being as five years ago he couldn't keep out of the action if he wanted.
 
zen had made his way back to his ice crystal which he had placed at the entrance. he had an abnormal smile of satisfaction plastered on his face.
 
Aura was at the front of the group and swung the doors open wide all dramatic like.


The maid from three days ago stood behind Zen.
 
Revnoir, after three days, had held up fairly well. He was a bit tired, yes, but he still carried both his and Kirsa's bags.
 
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Thraon, Aroria and even Krev, along with a bunch of maids and guards gathered before Aura and got on their knees, bowing deeply.
 
About a day into the journey, Amelia had slipped quietly away. She her sprayed a bit of her blood and imitated a wolf's tracks around where she had slept, then traveled back the way they had come. By now, she had returned to Weave's makeshift base, and had gotten a bit lost on the way back. The cut on her hand from which she had taken the blood to play her trick stung, and she was rather hungry, but she hid in some of the rubble from the wind.
 
zen immediately understood "well i wont say its surprising since i already knew,but to think bro really is the head of the family"
 
Aura motions for them to rise.


Thraon stood first and said. "The prince has come home at last! We knew you would not be killed by the likes of those goulish reapers!"
 
Aura turned to the mass of people behind him. "Weave! Start setting up shop!" He said before turning and walking to his throne. He sat on it with Yulier in his lap.
 
Yulier slowly woke up, her eyelids fluttering open. Her gaze turned to Aura's face, and she yawned a bit. "Aura..?" She whispered, as if reminding herself of the man's name. She hadn't known about his return after he left.
 
Kirsa suddenly screamed out a groan, bending over as she supported herself with her hands on her knees. "Are we almost there?"
 
Revnoir smiled, kneeling down and rubbing her back supportively. "We are here, Kirsa... Come on, let's find somewhere for you to rest."


Yulier let out a quiet sigh, and nuzzled against him. "Im sorry... I'm so sorry..." Tears slowly creeped down her cheeks as she gripped his shirt.
 
Leah gazed at the castle with a bit of awe, and, of course, jealousy. 'Prince..?' She muttered under her breath, 'That's how far this... Stuff extends?' She intentionally avoided the word 'family'.


It was a wintry weekend, the sun shone through the window and glared off of the shimmering snow. Two girls were tossing clouds of snow back and forth. The ten-year old was bundled in a thick coat, hat, scarf and mittens, while the seven-year old wore little more than a light jacket. Her brown hair was dusted pale with snowflakes as she flung yet another snowball at her older sister, the white stuff breaking in midair and sprinkling over her head. She yelled in protest as the snow fell down her coat. In vengance, she raced forward to throw her sister back into the snow, but stopped in her tracks when their brother threw open the door. Both girls looked curiously toward the door as if neither were bent on drowning the other in the fluffy snow. In a sudden moment, the older girl leaped forward and stumbled through the deep snow to scramble up onto the porch. The younger gave a protest, sinking down into the snow with eyes begging to stay. She could only be lured inside to warmth with the promise of a steaming cup of chocolate adorned with miniature marshmallows...
 
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"You hanging in there Leah? I think we are almost there" Yato said slowly. He was holding Leahs hand the whole way through. Yato sighed then looked gorward with a smirk.
 

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