(Andraus)<br/><br/>Zion opened his eyes, the Goddesses words speaking into him, bringing him light. Zion felt no amount of pride for the Goddesses personal interest in him- To hold the affection of such a being, such a woman....It was unheard of. Unspeakable. Zion only wished he could prove himself worthy of that honor. As Zion arose, he would look down at his body and, to his shock, his wounds were healed. Either the body the Goddess gave him regenerated his wounds faster, or she and Azurnine had healed his wounds the night before, he was unsure of. But it was still a blessing, and still very useful, for he'd need to be in his top form today. Standing up, Zion would place on a set of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic.turbosquid.com%2FPreview%2F2014%2F07%2F11__11_42_46%2FMedievalClothes_6.jpgfdb252a5-de77-4f3b-8537-423f3a740acaDefault.jpg&amp;hash=6d01085abba26891cad3608a17e41463" href="https://static.turbosquid.com/Preview/2014/07/11__11_42_46/MedievalClothes_6.jpgfdb252a5-de77-4f3b-8537-423f3a740acaDefault.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">clothes</a>and travel to the Outer City.<br/><br/>There was something he must do.<br/><br/>The streets were, oddly enough, being cleaned- There were more citizens out and about, doing their own thing, but Zion could feel the Goddesses Influence slowly begin to take hold. While he was sure the influence didn't spread to the entire populace yet, he saw the smiles on peoples faces, and the looks of hope that were around, something this place clearly had been lacking. As much as Zion wanted to enjoy this, his task was rather....difficult. No doubt, these citizens were learning of the Archon's death. Indeed, he saw those outside of churches weeping soundly, which made Zion sick to his stomach. These people thought HE was a murderer, that HE was the a traitor the Empire, when this corrupted, evil man took control of their hearts and minds, treated them like cattle.<br/><br/>But Zion was not blind- He saw what his actions had done. The people were scared, there were riots in the streets, and Imperial Sympathizers were being rounded up. In getting rid of that blighted man, in getting his revenge, he was causing havoc in the very place he tried to protect. Zion was a lot of things, but he was not cruel, and he was not heartless. For what felt like in forever, he felt something deep in his chest- Regret. He knew that the path he was on would be long and bloody, as was expected of Revenge, but he wasn't trying to hurt these people- Deep down, he would always be a Hero. He fought, bled, and sacrificed for this land. Even if he was betrayed by his comrades, his duty to protect them never changed.<br/><br/>He would always be their Hero. Zion Aoiros was NOT a traitor to his own cause.<br/><br/>Stepping past the streets, Zion found himself outside of a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F06%2F3a%2F3d%2F063a3d801b79f592cfab90d2fde26c83--the-khan-mtg-art.jpg&amp;hash=aa5d4823589adb6def33ee1fa1ce90b8" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/06/3a/3d/063a3d801b79f592cfab90d2fde26c83--the-khan-mtg-art.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> monastery</a>. However, the significance of this place was beyond reasonable doubt, to the few that knew it's symbolism- It was where the Rebellion against the Empire built statues in defiance to the Emperor, to symbolize their heroes. After the war, the place was remained untouched and treated as a historical site, where the Rebellion had truly begun. The Seven statues of the Seven Heroes of the Rebellion were there-<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn.allwallpaper.in%2Fwallpapers%2F2000x1333%2F4906%2Fwhite-knights-unicorns-fantasy-art-closed-eyes-2000x1333-wallpaper.jpg&amp;hash=00a069699a6ed1326344ffeac8178697" href="https://cdn.allwallpaper.in/wallpapers/2000x1333/4906/white-knights-unicorns-fantasy-art-closed-eyes-2000x1333-wallpaper.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Mirielle Tekatus</a>, The White Dragon Queen<br/><br/>Oscar Mandra, The Thief-Turned-Paladin<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fphotobucket.com%2Fgallery%2Fhttp%3A%2F%2Fs1196.photobucket.com%2Fuser%2FErokhi%2Fmedia%2FKnightHuman.jpg.html&amp;hash=109623816fd426723b0712ce5fae0659" href="http://photobucket.com/gallery/http://s1196.photobucket.com/user/Erokhi/media/KnightHuman.jpg.html" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Exion Korru Angelis</a>, The Strongest Swordsman<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F36%2Fe0%2F0b%2F36e00b25521727bfa20fe11e4626bc7c.jpg&amp;hash=06e36b148c23b4077f8a725d983fd940" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/36/e0/0b/36e00b25521727bfa20fe11e4626bc7c.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Moziru Krist</a>, The Blue Crescent Mercenary<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdna.artstation.com%2Fp%2Fassets%2Fimages%2Fimages%2F005%2F022%2F940%2Flarge%2Fdaniel-zrom-danielzrom-dwarfking.jpg%3F1487934832&amp;hash=1e3c716083be7a9f95ef35137048ebb2" href="https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/022/940/large/daniel-zrom-danielzrom-dwarfking.jpg?1487934832" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Koinzell Vinyl</a>, The Industrious Smith<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F85%2Fca%2F1f%2F85ca1ff51158f7aaa22c31ca410dea09--knight-girl-female-knight.jpg&amp;hash=138be86c802353e9477fa820dffdeea2" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/85/ca/1f/85ca1ff51158f7aaa22c31ca410dea09--knight-girl-female-knight.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Cyra Syndel</a>, The Dancing Flame<br/><br/>and finally....<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fvignette4.wikia.nocookie.net%2Fatelierseries%2Fimages%2F5%2F56%2FSterk.jpg%2Frevision%2Flatest%2Fscale-to-width-down%2F2000%3Fcb%3D20110802192656&amp;hash=5da9892187d299b048c7935489c3c35f" href="http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/atelierseries/images/5/56/Sterk.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/2000?cb=20110802192656" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Zion Aoiros,</a>the Black Knight-Enchanter<br/><br/>Zion had not stepped into this place in years. Now, he had no choice too. Stepping into the Great hall, where the statues were located, Zion would stare up towards the faces of those he had fought alongside. He had given everything to the Rebellion- His life, his inheritance, his family, his very existence......Was that not enough? Did he really have to die for the Land to become stable? Corrupt and diseased, but besides the Imperial Remnants, there was no sign of war for the last year- Would he destroy the very land he wanted to protect, just for the sake of his anger?<br/><br/>still....even as he thought this......<br/><br/>~~~<i>Two Years ago~~~<br/>
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<i>"<b>Zion.....come close, Child." </b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F86%2F7a%2Fdb%2F867adb118e4d58583a6877182016678a.jpg&amp;hash=6d310f41430ab5dcbc184625489658e6" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/7a/db/867adb118e4d58583a6877182016678a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">King Kfer Tekatus</a>, on his deathbed, asked of him. Kfer had his hand held by Mirielle, his daughter, as Zion approached. "<b>You are the son of the Emperor.....the very man, who stole my daughters birthright....my families land...and the freedom of these fair people." </b>Kfer said, before looking towards Zion, as he looked down. "<b>You...you are not your father- I saw it in how earnestly you fought. You purity in your sword play...You are....worthy." </b>He said, taking Zion's hand in his. "<b>Please....."</b><br/>
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<b>"Protect my Daughter."</b></i><br/>
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---Present---<br/>
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Zion would look down. "<b>I am sorry, My King.....but I cannot keep my promise to you....In order for me to fulfill my vow.....To pay back the one who gave me a second chance..." </b>Zion would look up towards the sky. The sun shone brightly- Neemas domain glowed with light. "<b>To earn the love of the woman who saved me....to protect the people of this land...to fufill my own curse.....I swear on my blood.....My heart....My soul....I swear up the pantheon of Gods I was born under.....the Star of Kazan, the Green Star in the sky......I swear upon my mother and fathers graves.......I, Zion Aoiros.......No, I am Anthony Mor-hauser now....I swear that I..."<br/>
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"I will kill the Six Heroes who betrayed me." </b><br/>
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Zion would let out a sigh, glad to get that off his chest, though it did little to dispel the weight he felt. As he was prepared to walk out, he would look at the feet of his statue, and he saw an <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fincensemaking.com%2Fimages%2Fburning%2520char%2Fburners.jpg&amp;hash=75d736cab6239ab2e70f2958e7e9566d" href="http://incensemaking.com/images/burning%20char/burners.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Incense bowl</a>. He would reach over and pluck one, up, looking at it. He then nearly dropped it in response. Lavender and Vanilla! Only one person made that type of Incense, that Zion knew about. That was....!<br/>
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Zion heard the doors open behind him and froze, before turning. Standing in front of him, holding what appeared to be a picnic basket and a bottle of strong wine, would be someone even ZION was terrified of- At first glance, this woman was nothing really terrifying. The Elfin ears, ruby eyes, fair skin, and white hair actually made her quite beautiful. But if one looked closer, they'd see the true signs of who she was-<br/>
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The Cold Stare in her eyes<br/>
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Her Muscles<br/>
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Her Stature<br/>
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Her Magical Aura<br/>
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and of course....her Scars.<br/>
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This woman was one of the most powerful people Zion had ever known. She was a monster on the battlefield, but she had not stepped foot on it in the last 20 years of her long life- She was someone who many knew her as only '<i>The White Death', </i>For having never lost a fight. She was his old instructor, a powerful woman, a STRONG woman, the woman who had taught Zion EVERYTHING he knew about Combat.<br/>
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His old Master- <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwiki.dfo-world.com%2Fimages%2F7%2F74%2FMajestyWallpaper.jpg&amp;hash=8deb560a84ac9c4d321ff01275d4252b" href="http://wiki.dfo-world.com/images/7/74/MajestyWallpaper.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lunelra Thorndust</a>, the former Combat Instructor for the Empire.</i>