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Ok so this is for the maple antho so I may tear it down don’t mind me. But just here please help me edit if possible owo. Its still a draft buuuuut I’m supposed to be studying so.

(I did some minor edits)

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"Why did he leave...why...why abandon us...like your father...why...why is everyone vanishing from my side?!" She exclaimed.

She then turned to face him, dark eyes boring straight into his own, and repeated those words he had heard so many times before.

"You won't abandon me too, would you? You're the only one I have left! The only one! Stay by me, my son, promise me! Promise me you'll always be with me!" She pleaded, lunging forward to grab his hand, her sunken eyes crying of desperation.

He smiled gently, patting her bony hand, and replied, as he always did.

"Don't worry, mother. I will never do such a thing. I promise. I will always be by your side." He reassured.

/I will never leave you. That, I am as sure of as my hatred for him./

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Someone knocked on the door. Damian ran up to it, opening it. There were two people, a girl and a boy, standing before the door. Both had the same platinum blonde hair, the same fair skin, the same purple eyes and the same face shape. The only difference was that the girl had her hair done up in two high ponytails, held in place by bunny accessories, while the boy had his hair short, his fringe falling over one of his eyes. Damian's eyes fell on the black attire they wore and the symbol on both the girl's hat and the boy's coat.

"Are you friends of brother?" He asked.

"...lets just say we work under the same person." The boy replied.

"...what are you here for?"

Damian turned to face his mother. She was rather frail and sickly, looking worn as usual.

"Mother you should rest!" Damian exclaimed.

"We've come with orders from the Black Mage, Lady Katherine. To evacuate the two of you." The girl said, ignoring Damian.

"And why is that so?" Katherine asked.

"This place is going to be on fire within an hour so pack your things and we will relocate you somewhere else safer."

"On...fire?!" Katherine gasped.

"Yes, so pack your things and we'll get you out of here." The boy said.

"We already have a place for you to relocate to." The girl added.

"How about...does Valfor know of this?" Katherine asked.

"Not yet, but we will inform him in due time." The boy replied.

"Alright then...Damian, help me pack all the valuables, quickly." Katherine said, already on her way back inside the house.

Quickly, the mother and son gathered whatever belongings they could, the two towheaded twins waiting rather impatiently outside. By the time they were prepared to leave, they could see the orange flames approaching.

"Ah it arrived faster than expected. Follow us we'll bring you elsewhere." The girl said.

"Wait let me just check-" Katherine said.

"There's no time for that, this place is going to burn in a while. Today's a rather dry day, that fire would spread fast." Lotus said.

"But then-"

"We have no time to waste! We're leaving now!" The girl snapped, tired of waiting.

Quickly, she grabbed ahold of the two and the twins teleported them away to their destination. Pointing to the foreign house before them, the girl said.

"You're staying here for now okay. We'll get to informing him."

Katherine nodded and reached to her neck...

"Oh no! Wait I left something behind! Back at our home..." Katherine exclaimed.

"We're not going back." the girl said.

"But it's very important..." Katherine muttered.

"Well sorry then, there's nothing we can do about it. Your house is burning down so I doubt we can retrieve whatever you left." the boy replied.

"I...see..."

Katherine fell silent and nodded.

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His brother never came back. Damian heard that his brother had betrayed the Black Mage - the Black Mage that had saved the two - and turned on him, disappearing after the Black Mage's sealing. That whitish-blonde girl had told him that much before leaving, saying she had things to do and he never saw her again for a long time.

Damian still remembered the day his brother had left them for good.

/"Brother, must you leave? Why can't you stay with us?"

"Damian...I have to do this. For both of you."

"...you'll come back, won't you?"

"Yes. I promise you, I will. I will definitely come back for mother and you."/

Now that he thought about it, his brother had just been lying through his teeth, hadn't he? He must have already planned to betray the Black Mage that day when he left. He probably had already thrown mother and him aside. Whatever his brother had betrayed the Black mage for, Damian couldn't care less. But what angered him was how his brother had simply abandoned his family. Abandoned their mother.

Damian could live knowing his brother had left him just like that. But Katherine couldn't. Day after day, his already frail mother deteriorated further, her heart crushed by her dearest elder son's betrayal. Everyday she asked him "Is Valfor home?", no matter how many times he answered "No". Everyday she held onto that belief that someday Valfor would be back only to end up in tears.

And everyday, his hatred for his brother grew.

Eventually she gave up and finally accepted that he wouldn't be returning. And at that moment, all the hopes she held for Valfor came onto Damian.

He couldn't betray those hopes of hers.

On the day his mother died, he had decided his path with the Black Mage. He was determined to succeed where his brother had failed. He would show his brother he was a fool to have betrayed his family and the Black Mage.

Now, finally…the project that I’ve been waiting to post…my ‘main’ maple fanfic (probably) that’s currently nameless. Enjoy!

Maplestory fanfiction: Main Project Chapter 1

It was a bleak and hopeless future that they faced.

Damien closed the door gently behind him, careful not to slam it. It was late in the night, and nobody would be too happy about being waken up. Recently, everyone was on the edge, any small disturbance enough to cause one to jump. A lack of proper rest didn’t help either. He wasn’t about to break the extreme silence in the Resistance headquarters.

He felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around to face Ulrika. The girl, no, young lady was looking at him with her azure blue eyes, asking him to follow her. He nodded and she turned, short chocolate brown hair swaying as she did. He walked with her from the resting area of the base to the central administrative part, where all operations were planned and carried out. Usually, it was bustling with people, everyone busying themselves with whatever they had on hand. But currently, in the dead of the night, there were only a few still awake.

There was Aidan, busy with his machines at a corner. It was literally a rule for him to spend half of his day with his machines. Unless he got to mess with or upgrade Xenon’s circuitry. In those scenarios, he would just spend the whole day on them.

Cutie was leaning on her jaguar, sleeping soundly, long lavender hair sprawled carelessly. She had fallen asleep on her jaguar countless times, so much that her jaguar was literally her bed. Not that her jaguar minded.

Luka was in another corner, next to a giant apparatus, with a huge floating crystal in the centre, reading through something on his laptop. Seeing them, he looked up from the screen, serious amber eyes boring into theirs through his half-rimmed spectacles.

“You shouldn’t be up. Go back and sleep.” He reprimanded in a hushed but harsh tone, like a discipline master scolding little children.

“I’m just having a walk, is there a problem with that?” Ulrika snapped softly, not wanting to wake Cutie or disturb Aidan.

“You need rest. So don’t think of going out or anything.” Luka said.

“I just want some fresh air. To allow for better sleep.” Ulrika huffed, displeasure on her face.

“It’s dangerous.”

“Well, I’m not helpless and Damien’s here, what are you worrying about?” she replied indignantly.

Luka turned to face Damien.

“Why the hell are you following her out anyway? Go get some rest, you’re useless if you end up collapsing from fatigue.” Luka said.

“I was planning to go out, she just happened to have the same sentiment. And I did get some rest just now, just wanted a walk. I believe we have the freedom to do that right?” Damien answered, his tone still retaining its slight haughtiness from his years as a Black Wing commander.

“You two…whatever, do as you like. If you get killed, then so be it.”

Luka went back to his laptop. Ulrika sighed slightly at Luka and continued to walk, Damien following beside her. Ulrika’s pace was a bit slow for Damien as usual, but he didn’t particularly mind. They walked away from the administrative area, towards the medical bay. Wendelline nodded to them as she passed, preparing to turn in for the night. The two smiled in response, Ulrika’s sweet and Damien’s looking more like a smirk. After she left, a door nearby opened as Jun exited that room. Seeing the two, he frowned and asked.

“Ulrika, where are you going?”

“Out for a short walk.” she replied cheerily.

“You shouldn’t.”

“Ah, first Luka and now you. Don’t be such a spoilsport.” Ulrika replied, a slight scowl overwriting her smile.

“It’s dangerous.”

“Not you too! I ain’t that helpless!”

“But still-“

“What’s up with you people, we’re just going to get some fresh air. Besides, even if we get attacked, chances are those people will be invading the base. And we both can deal quite a number in a fight. If it bothers you so much, just walk off and pretend we’re patrolling or something. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Damien retorted.

“Bu-“

“Jun, I just want some time outside the base, anything wrong?” Ulrika snapped.

“…I guess not…” he replied reluctantly.

“Wonderful! Now you can go back and sleep while we two go out. Should have just done that from the start. Things would have been so much simpler. Now goodbye and have a good night!” Damien said, walking off while dragging Ulrika.

Jun opened his mouth to counter, but was left staring at their backs as they left quickly. He sighed to himself, mumbling under his breath, and walked off towards the resting area. Once Jun was out of sight, Ulrika whispered.

“Why did you drag me off like that?”

“Because darling Ulrika’s heart is so soft, I was worried she would be upset.”

“Upset about what?”

“About poor Jun.”

“Why would I be?”

“…never mind.”

The two passed the medical bay and into the training area, various training rooms on both sides. The two didn’t visit the area for any reason other than to go outside. They had long outgrown the training machines, despite the fact that the machines were of rather formidable levels.

“I always don’t understand why I have a prick like you as my friend.” Ulrika huffed.

“Prick? Oh, Ulrika, I neve-” Damien teased.

“Shut up! Just keep those innuendos to you and your dirty mind, I don’t want to hear them!” Ulrika cut Damien off, disgust filling her tone.

“But you know what I mean, so your mind is as dirty.”

“And who was the one who taught me all those things?”

“The dictionary.”

“You were the one who instigated me! It’s your fault!”

“Hush, people want to sleep.” Damien replies wryly.

“You are so annoying at times.”

Ulrika fell silent. The two quickly reached the dead end of the corridor, and Ulrika was just about to touch the wall when it opened before them, causing Ulrika to jump.

“Xenon, you scared me!” Ulrika said.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that, I truly didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t expect anyone to be behind the door, I am truly sorry.” Xenon replied formally.

“After so many years and you’re still the same. Always so formal. And there’s no need to apologise that much, I know you didn’t mean it.”

“Still, I apologise.”

“Apology accepted, mind if we use the lift?” Damien asked.

“Oh, sure, no problem.”

Xenon quickly stepped out of the passage, allowing Damien and Ulrika to enter. After Ulrika and Damien had entered, the wall closed back into one piece, no trace of it ever being present. Ulrika felt about the wall to her right, a panel lighting up when she touched it. After keying in some commands, the lift vibrated slightly before smoothly ascending, making nary a sound. Very quickly, they reached their destination, one of the four walls surrounding them opening silently. The two exited the lift and the wall closed behind them. Before them was an open space, with many other concealed doors all around. Habitually, the two entered the third door from the left, another lift bringing them up further. They reached another open space, one which had a door at the end. Crossing the space, they exited the base and were greeted by the fresh mountain air.

“Yes! Don’t need to be all quiet here anymore. One reason why I can’t stand being in the base. In the day, no one can hear you and at night, you can’t speak.” Ulrika sighed happily.

“You sure no one can hear you? Then I believe half the successful missions we have had would have failed.” Damien corrected.

“It’s not like we have that many successful missions…ever since that incident…” Ulrika said, starting to walk.

“Successful missions? Let’s just say we’re rather successful in not having lost anyone so far in the recent missions. Especially since the lovely and smart Ulrika decided to join in the wonderful operation overseeing team.” Damien smirked.

“Can we ever have a conversation void of snarks on your part?” Ulrika shot back.

“If you’re waiting for one, then keep waiting, keep waiting.” Damien replied.

Ulrika resisted the urge to hit him, opting instead to clench her fists.

“Argh, you’re so annoying! How the hell does your brother bear with you?”

“He doesn’t. He’s hardly around nowadays, always doing a mission or something along those lines.” Damien said, tone slightly quiter and more pensive.

“He’s still that intent on revenge, I guess.” Ulrika said.

“Can’t blame him. Every day, I feel like rushing in and rending those bastards.”

“Knowing very well you would be the one being rent. Get that thought out of your head, there’s no way we’re letting you kill yourself. Wait till we’re more prepared on a whole.”

“A few years have already passed since that incident and frankly, I’m getting tired of waiting.”

“Hey, don’t go doing something stupid okay. It’s not as if your sister isn’t going to wake up.” Ulrika replied with caution.

“She’s been in coma all this time, it’s been so long I don’t know if she’ll wake up! And it’s because of me! Do you know how it is for me, knowing that I was the cau-“

Damien cut himself off quickly, realising what he had just said. He could see Ulrika’s eyes cloud over some and regret assaulted him.

“I didn’t mean that okay, I swear, it just slipped my mouth, it’s just…” he blabbered, trying to explain himself.

“It’s alright, I know how you are, you just talk without using your brain. I’m okay.” Ulrika replied.

Despite her saying that, she was looking away and had stopped smiling, biting her lip gently as she played with her fingers.

“It’s not okay, it was very insensitive of me to say that…sorry…” Damien apologised.

Ulrika smiled slightly at that, looking up directly into Damien’s wine red eyes.

“Is this the only thing you would spontaneously apologise for?” Ulrika joked, though her tone was still heavy.

“I’m not that bad, stop making me seem like some heartless jerk who goes around stepping on everyone.”

“Hmm, I wonder…” Ulrika jested.

Damien let out a small sigh, as Ulrika’s smile reappeared. He didn’t like it when Ulrika didn’t smile. He was used to her smiling all the time. Any expression that wasn’t cheery, serious or one of varying levels of anger just felt weird to him.

“Ah, what a pleasant sight! Seeing two pairings in a row~.”

Cutie approached the two from behind, a blithe smile on her face.

“What?” Damien said incredulously.

“Cutie! Quite shipping me with people! First, Von, then Jun, and now Damien? Who are you going to ship me with next?” Ulrika exclaimed.

“Well I could ship you with Luka, a teacher-student rela-” Cutie replied airily.

“I don’t want to hear about it.” Ulrika cut in.

“Wait, am I hearing things correctly? You’re putting me together with her? Hahaha! Sorry, too young for my taste.” Damien laughed.

“Young? I thought you understood that I’m no longer a kid!” Ulrika exclaimed.

It was one topic Ulrika was very sensitive about. She hated it when people treated her like a child. She was very well above the intellectual capacity of a child and she had definitely grown up a lot. However, it was as if others couldn’t break out of the idea that she was no longer the little girl from before and still talked to her like they did before. In their minds, she was always ‘Claudine’s baby sister’.

“I didn’t mean it that way. Yeah, you’re no longer a kid but the age gap is still gigantic. In case you haven’t realised, I’m hundreds of years older than you are.”

“Well, you certainly don’t act that way.”

“I apologise for being so youthful at heart.”

“Ah, a lover’s quarrel~.” Cutie sang buoyantly.

“What lover’s quarrel? I wouldn’t want a jerk like him!” Ulrika exclaimed.

“I wouldn’t want to be with a flat-chested tom- what the f- what did you hit me for?!”

Damien stopped talking as Ulrika’s fist crashed down on his head.

“For being an extremely irritating bastard!”

“I guess I shall just leave you two alone to your own business and check on my other pairing~.” Cutie said casually, looking on lightheartedly as the other two bickered.

“Well, I was just about to leave so I’ll leave with you, Cutie!” Ulrika half-shouted, still fuming.

“No, you can’t leave first. I was planning on leaving too so unless you plan on leaving together with me, you’ll have to wait.” Damien rectified.

“Why can’t you wait?”

“Oh, what can you do to stop me?”

Ulrika narrowed her eyes at him, walking towards the entrance, where Cutie was already waiting. Damien followed behind quickly. He was about to enter the base when the door slammed shut in his face.

“Oh? Locking me out? Now that’s harsh.” he questioned.

“To hell with you!” Ulrika declared, her voice muffled by the door.

He could vaguely hear the voices of Ulrika and Cutie, words not clear but intonation there, getting softer until her could no longer hear them. He then tried the door.

“She really locked me out? Shit.” Damien cursed under his breath.

He sighed and began walking towards town to enter by the main entrance to the base.

Okay, Chapter 1 finished! How was it? I hope it’s good! I know there are question marks everywhere in this (it’s supposed to be so) so feel free to guess.

Many thanks to Luminouslie for reading through it once for me! And my real life friend who pointed out quite some grammar/sentence structure mistakes I had.

Another part of my ‘main story’. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, but the prologue was to this story(currently unnamed). I believe this would come after the prologue/be the second part of it. For now, I’ll name it after the contents of it. Enjoy.

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In a castle made of the finest materials and filled with the finest jewels, sat a man who was probably the most refined in the country and yet of the most dastardly character in the world.

His wear wasn’t extravagant, with frills and jewels everywhere. His food wasn’t excessive, with rows of tables of food unfinished. His living area wasn’t extreme, with expensive ornaments covering every inch of the room. However, his rule was extortive. He was King Alastor Carvatia, the king of a suffering kingdom.

Around his throne were his loyal servants. Directly to his right was Altaira, the strategist of his kingdom. She had been with him for a very long time, from the time of his childhood. The strategist then had picked her to be his successor. She was very good at her job, and also loyal and dedicated. Directly to his left was Michael, a blonde swordsman with control over the darkness. The swordsman was in fact his distant cousin. Even though he was given the title of Chief Knight, he was merely just another piece in Alastor’s hands. The knight on the chessboard.

Beside Altaira was the red-haired green-eyed guardian-magician Viveca, ice and water being her forte. She was also one of the five chief knights and one of the best magicians in the world. The bishop among Alastor’s pieces. Beside Michael was the beautiful archer with olive eyes and wavy brown hair, Arlina. Another chief knight, she treated the earth like her plaything. The other bishop on the chessboard.

Beside Viveca was Egil, a dark-haired dark-eyed master assassin. This chief knight’s main duty mostly wasn’t to assassinate, but to remain by the Alastor’s side as a hidden bodyguard, ensuring the King’s survival. The rook for castling. And the last chief knight, who was beside Arlina, was Gawain, a man who was as good with his fists as he was with electricity. He could bend anything related to electricity, such as lightning, to turn the enemy into crisp. the other knight in the set.

Alastor looked from atop his throne at his younger sister. He looked at the man next to her with interest and pleasure. He was one step closer to achieving his goal yet again. The man was very tall and well-built, with dark hair and tanned skin. Along his right arm were dark symbols, the seals that kept him dormant and bounded. He was proud of his sister. Indeed, she was a useful tool. The queen amongst the pieces.

“So, this is the vassal of?” Alastor asked.

“Sloth, my brother.” his younger sister answered.

“Looks indeed can be deceiving. I wouldn’t have thought he was the vassal of sin if you hadn’t told me.”

Alastor paused for a moment.

“Alastriona.” he said.

“Yes?” his sister answered.

“A very good job done on your part. Now, my chief knights.”

Alastor cast his glance over the five knights.

“What about the embodiments?” he asked.

“My king, we have narrowed down the families who could be holding the embodiments of the sins to ten. We just need to eliminate three of them.” Michael reported.

“Which ten families are they?”

“The Luxas, Brymth, Vidan, Gulia, Patira, Indace, Acairiu, Maecegilm,”

Arlina paused for a moment in her answer.

“And the Biaum and Carvatia family.” she continued.

Alastor raised an eyebrow.

“My, that’s wonderful, isn’t it? We already have two of the families here. That makes finding the embodiments much easier, of they already are in our hands.” he said.

He turned to look at the Vassal of sloth.

“Now, tell me what you know about the embodiments of the sins. Or the other vassals of the sins.”

“Hmm…I can’t remember anything.” the vassal replied flatly.

“He’s not lying.” Alastriona added.

“I trust you on that, you bounded him to your service after all…” Alastor said, trailing off as he fell into deep thought.

“My King, I believe that maybe it has something to do with their sealing. The magician who sealed them up may have added onto the seals they already had as vassals of the sins such that it would be more difficult for us to get what we want. There probably is a way to undo these seals. We just have to find out what it is. And for that, we can just use our extensive information network to get the information we need.” Altaira added.

“Ah, my ever resourceful strategist. Alright, we shall do as she has suggested. You are all dismissed.” Alastor said.

Those present nodded and started to take their leave.

“Altaira.” Alastor stopped her as she was about to leave.

“Yes, my King?”

“Ask your brother to meet me here, in the throne room.”

“Pardon me, but why is that so?”

“I have certain matters to discuss with him about. Don’t worry, it’s nothing much. It’s about some music I asked him about.”

“Okay…I shall go find him.”

Alastor watched her leave. Even after she had left, he kept looking forward, as the doors were closed and he was left alone in the room. —— “Des, Alastor’s finding for you.”

The youth looked up from his papers and at his sister. He had been expecting this.

“He said he wanted to meet you relating to some music he requested.”

The youth nodded, expression unchanging. Altaira moved forward to him and started to arrange his creamy-blonde hair.

“Tidy up a bit. You know how Alastor is nowadays…”

The youth nodded mutely again, not focusing on what his sister was doing. Instead, his grey eyes stared off seemingly into space as he thought hard.

“Alright. I trust you’ll be fine. After all, there hasn’t been a piece you composed that was not well-received by the castle or the public.” Altaira said with a smile.

The edges of the youth’s mouth curled up some to form a small smile as he nodded, taking the papers he was working on with him as he stood up to leave. He looked his sister in the eye as always.

“I’ll see you in a while.” he said.

“Same here.” Altaira answered, still smiling.

He nodded and left the room. As he walked down the corridor leading to the throne room, the slight smile on his face gradually disappeared and his face went back to being an emotionless facade. He stopped before the throne door, nodding to the guard who then entered to inform the King of his arrival. After receiving an affirmative, he pushed open the doors and entered the room. Upon seeing him enter, the King stood up and walked forth, waving a hand at the guard. The guard bowed before turning to leave, closing the doors behind him. Once they were given privacy, Alastor started to speak.

“Ah, nice to meet you, Destinacio.” he greeted.

The youth stared long and hard at his King, before he answered.

“You requested no such music. In fact, ever since you ascended the throne, you have never asked for another piece of music.” the youth replied.

“Well, that is true. I’m surprised you didn’t inform your sister of a lack of such a request and still came to see me.”

“Stop beating around the bush and get straight to the point. What is it?”

“Ever so forward, I see? Well then, I shall do as you wish.”

Alastor looked Destinacio in the eye.

“What are you /hiding/?” Alastor continued.

Destinacio’s eyes betrayed nothing about his inner state, presenting only a mysterious and calm ocean of grey. The two stayed in their positions, staring at each other, trying to peer into the depths of the other’s mind.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, /my King/.” Destinacio replied, unfaltering.

“Oh really? Then may I ask you what you have been doing on your ever so frequent trips out of the palace?”

“I believe that is none of your business.”

“You are free to leave anytime you want, for you are not bound to my service or anything. But, your increasingly suspicious activity has caught my attention, so I believe there is a need for me, as your King, to know what is going on.”

“May I be /so bold/ as to ask /what/ you are suggesting?”

“That if there’s anything you that I /ought/ to know, you should inform me about it /immediately/. I am the King and you are a citizen. Even if you are from a high-ranking family, you are still under my rule.”

“Of course I know that, my King. I know that all, there is no need to remind me. And there isn’t much that I know which you, as the King, wouldn’t know, is there?”

“Alright, with that over with, you are dismissed.”

Destinacio nodded and bowed, turning and taking his leave. Once he had left, a frown formed on Alastor’s face.

“What do you think, Alastriona?”

Alastriona walked out from the shadows of the room, before her brother.

“His mind was completely blocked. He was already prepared.” she answered.

“He’s very different from the rest, isn’t he? Barely sixteen and already so bold, so defiant. And so troublesome.” Alastor said.

“I don’t understand, why are you still keeping him in the castle in the first place?”

“He has been staying here since he was a small child, to suddenly ask him to leave would bring about suspicion. Also, his sister had requested for him to be allowed to stay, and she probably wouldn’t stay if he wasn’t here. To lose such a good strategist because of that boy would be a shame. The boy also has his uses. That unfortunately brilliant mind of his can be used to our advantage at times.”

“That same brilliant mind allowed him to continuously evade anyone we sent to find out what he is doing all this time.”

“I asked Altaira before, and it seems that even she doesn’t know, and she doesn’t ask more about it. If that is so, it must be something of high importance and confidentiality. And that something is something he doesn’t want us to know. But what?”

“The boy is a mastermind of his own. It’s impossible to read him.”

“Yes, it is…exactly what is he planning?” ——- “Des, how was it?” Altaira asked once Destinacio had entered.

“He didn’t like it. Not that I thought he would.”

“Why compose something he wouldn’t like?”

Destinacio paused for a moment, not answering. Seeing this, Altaira continued.

“Could I see the piece?”

Wordlessly, Destinacio passed the scores he had been holding subconsciously the whole time to Altaira. Altaira read the music, playing it out in her head before looking up, a sad smile on her face.

“No wonder he didn’t accept it. But this pretty much describes what he and the knights currently are. Ever since he ascended the throne.”

Destinacio could hear his sister’s voice weakening slightly towards the end.

“I’ll be leaving the castle.” he informed her, starting to leave the room.

“To where?”

“…”

Ah, but first you must locate my vaults. There are hundreds to choose from. After retrieving my notes once again, I've hidden them in the different place now. Have fun finding them~ *chuckles*

xliosx said: But it’s not like its that hard to find your vaults, I mean, everyone can find it by randomly clicking the up button and entering portals to find them. (I think I just broke the fourth wall)

Nonsense! I did say that there are many more undisclosed vault locations~ They're not as easy to find as the few you know of.

xliosx said: *points to map* Here, my friends and I marked out every single of your vaults we’ve found, and in total there are about a hundred or more of them. So, do we have potential to be a master thief like you?

Hmm. *taps chin thoughtfully* I suppose you and your friends do have the potential by getting this far. *chuckles* I believe the saying 'over my dead body' is applicable right now? There can only be one Master Thief. *smiles, but there's a threatening aura surrounding him*

xliosx said: Erm, oops, wrong map, that's the treasure-hiding areas of Bla- Erm, pretend I didn't say anything.