(Andraus)<br/><br/><i>~~~19 years ago~~~<br/>
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<b>"Careful with that shield, you little shits! You're not hiding- You're holding! Your enemy is gonna take you for a coward and exploit it!" </b>Lunelra would yell out, watching Imperial-Knight wannabes trying to master her fighting style. Her school hadn't been open a year and already, she had half the class she started with. The fighting style of the Dark Fae was not an easy one to master, especially for those who were not Fae themselves. Lunelra would just run a slender hand through her white hair, letting out a sigh. "<b>Why did the Emperor want me to teach these little punks something they obviously don't have the patience to learn? I'd have better luck teaching dogs how to walk on their hind legs...."</b><br/>
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She would then hear the sound of someone clearing their throat. Lunelra would look around, before peering down, and she would see <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fb7%2Fb6%2F6e%2Fb7b66e24d233c18eb18b0a5518dddb13.jpg&amp;hash=34f96088395ad37f0602291c04af6f4a" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b7/b6/6e/b7b66e24d233c18eb18b0a5518dddb13.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a young boy</a>. He looked rather familiar, but his magical aura around him was....rather unique. Instead of wafting around, like a natural wind, it seemed to bend and shift to his command, something only masters could get. The boy obviously wasn't a master- He was doing it instinctively. Lunelra had to give the kid props on that much.<b>"This isn't a daycare, kid, what do you want?" </b></i><br/><br/><i><b>"Are you.....The one they call 'The White Death'?" </b>The boy asked.<br/>
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Lunelra would raise an eyebrow, before turning to face him. "<b>It's one of the many things I've been called. So you can listen- congratulations, you're infinitely more useful than SOME PEOPLE!" </b>She would yell to her students. Oddly, the boy didn't flinch at her voice. Lunelra would raise an eyebrow to him. "<b>Who wants to know?"</b></i><br/><br/>"<i><b>My name is Zion Aoiros.....I want you to train me to fight!" </b>The boy said<br/>
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Lunelra would give him her full attention now- Aoiros wasn't a name you just gave out willy-nilly, that was the Imperial Families name. It now made sense why she recognized him- He was almost the spitting image of his father. This was the Illegitimate Child of the Emperor, Zion Aoiros. She had heard his mother was a Tribal Shaman. It would explain the weird magical aura. Still, she already had a headache dealing with the students the Emperor forced on her, she didn't need another if she didn't want to add another. "<b>Kid, I train soldiers, not babies, go bother someone else."</b></i><br/><br/><i><b>"Father says you're the best swordsman in the World, you have to be able to teach me!" </b>The boy said.<br/>
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<i>Lunelra would just give a huff of irritation. "<b>I said no, leave me alone. I got work to do. Go ask your daddy to train you." </b>She said. The boy just stomped his foot, like the petulant child he was, and stormed off. Lunelra thought the matter solved. <br/>
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However, every night after that, she noticed some things were....off.<br/>
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She was by no means the neatest person in history, but everything had a place in her home, and for some odd reason, her stuff began becoming either missing or out of place. It was honestly annoying her, because it was always the same thing- Her training guides for the students, her practice dummies, and most importantly, her swords. Now, Lunelra could accept a lot, but NO-ONE fucked with a Fairy-Stone sword. One night, she heard rustling inside her home, and decided now was the time to figure out who was screwing with her. She then saw something she had never seen in her long life- The boy was bypassing her wards, putting her stuff back (albeit out of place) and grabbing new stuff. <br/>
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On a hunch, she would followed him, all the way to the training grounds and saw that he was....practicing. He stole valuable equipment and was bugging her NOT to make a quick buck, but to train?! She didn't know if that was determined, brave, or stupid, so she decided on all three. She did, however, watch with slight interest- He was practicing the basic form of her fighting style. It was sloppy, uncoordinated, and undisciplined, but instead of pitching a fit like most of her students, he just pushed himself back up and did it again until he got it to work. THEN he flipped to the next page. She also saw that he was doing the breathing exercises she taught the rest of her class- He must've been watching from a far.<br/>
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She had to give the boy props, he was a cunning little brat, but playtime was over. "<b>Oi, you!" </b>She called out. He dropped the sword in his hand, and immediately tried to bolt, but a bit of Fae Magic lifted him up into the air right quick. Didn't mean he didn't put up a struggle, he was trying to slip from her grip quite nicely, but she had age and experience over him. When he realized what was happening, instead of crying like she expected him to, He just stared up defiantly at her. Kid had balls, must've got them from his dad. "<b>You know, I am fully within my right to kill you, Stealing a Fae's sword is like stealing a child." </b>She said, glaring down at him. "<b>The hell you trying to prove, kid?!"</b></i><br/>
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<i>Zion would glare right back up, albeit without her ferocity, before speaking up. "<b>I AM going to learn the Dark Fae Magic-Sword fighting style! I will master it, and when I do, I will take your title as the White Death!" </b>Zion said, confidently.</i></i><br/><br/><i><i>Lunelra looked to see the common arrogance and boasting she saw in the other trainees she had, but all she found was burning determination. This kid TRULY wanted to become her successor. He wanted the title 'The White Death'. She didn't know if she should take that as a threat, a challenge, or a joke. Still, this kid obviously wasn't going to back down, and having him go through her stuff was rather annoying, so she figured if she gave him enough tasks that seemed repetitive and annoying, he'd lose interest and back off. Lunelra would set him down, before speaking up. "<b>How old are you, Kid?"</b></i><br/>
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<i>Zion would.....actually look at his hands and count, before holding up six fingers.<br/>
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Lunelra would sigh. This kid didn't even know his numbers properly, and he wanted to be her successor, really? What a joke. "<b>Be here at six sharp tomorrow- You're late once, you're done." </b>She said. The boy looked excited, before running off, likely to return to the palace. Lunelra would roll her eyes, before pressing a finger to her temples. "<b>By the Winter Court, what did I just agree too...?"</b><br/>
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For the next entire year, Lunelra relegated him to painfully obvious mundane tasks, such as book keeping, weapon maintenance, and minor repairs around the school, while she trained the other students. The students often snickered and made fun of the 'Tribal Prince', but Lunelra had to admit the boy had determination towards learning the sword-craft, even if she really wasn't teaching him anything. However, she noticed something odd about him- When someone was doing something, he watched, and it almost seemed as if he was....trying to copy what they did. His mind matched it, but his body didn't. Eventually, though, he got into a position where he could do his own version of what the other had accomplished.<br/>
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Photographic Memory....She hadn't seen someone translate it into combat before, most used it for studies, not fighting.</i><br/>
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<i>Finally, though, Zion grew fed up with the obvious deception- Instead of learning sword combat, he was doing chores. He wanted to be a warrior, not a maid! He finally threw down the broom he had, before shouting. "<b>I've had it!" </b></i><br/>
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<i>Lunelra would look up from the iced tea she had, before raising an eyebrow. "<b>Took you long enough."</b></i><br/>
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<i>Zion would look over towards Lunelra, looking more than a little peeved. "<b>Why won't you train me like the other kids?!"<br/>
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"This IS Training-"</b></i><br/>
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<b><i>"No it's not! I want to be a Swordsman, not a Servant!"</i></b><br/>
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<i>Lunelra would roll her eyes. "<b>If you don't like it, there's the door."</b></i><br/>
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"<i><b>I can handle more than those other kids can!" </b>He cried out. He would then point towards her. "<b>Train me how your people trained you! Teach me like a Fae!"</b><br/>
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Lunelra would look towards him, with an amused expression. "<b>Please, you couldn't even cast the weakest of my attacks, what makes you think you can handle the training the Faerie Courts put me through?" </b>She asked tauntingly. </i><br/>
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"<b><i>I can too do your attack!"</i></b><br/>
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<i>Lunelra would just snicker, before placing her Tea down, and sitting up. "<b>Fine kid, take my dagger- "</b>She would reach into her belt and hand him one of her knives. "<b>Show me 'Sword Birth'. If you can do that? I will train you how I was trained. If not, that floor still needs to be sweeped. " </b>She said, waiting.</i><br/>
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<i>Zion would hold up the dagger and Lunelra would watch as he mimicked her movements, almost to a T, before stabbing the blade in the ground. "<b>Sword Birth!" </b>He yelled, as a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F4f%2F07%2F0d%2F4f070d5910c4e014344b027fa850b265--alchemy-tattoo-magic-circle.jpg&amp;hash=eac0b983d9cb609bc23b5f02f0f0334b" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4f/07/0d/4f070d5910c4e014344b027fa850b265--alchemy-tattoo-magic-circle.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">magic circle</a> appeared on the ground. </i><br/>
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<i>Lunelra looked with interest, as none of her students had even managed to do THAT much, but had not noticed any swords appear, as the circle faded. Letting out a huff, she would speak up. "<b>Like I told you kid, your body is NOT strong enough for the Fae Arts. Why don't you do yourself a favor and give- Ow!" </b>She would jolt back, holding the back of her head, before her eyes would widen, as she would see what she was leaning into-</i><br/>
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<i>A Sword Blade......a Rapier Sword blade, but a Blade all the same.</i><br/>
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<i>Lunelra's eyes widened in shock- This kid....this untrained, unwashed, tribal prince had SOMEHOW managed to cast one of her own personal spells, Sword Birth. Coming from the area it was cast, blades of magic would shoot up and impale anyone in the targeted area, useful for dealing with crowds. She placed her hand on the blade, feeling it, as she looked at saw smaller, less noticeable blades sticking out of the wall- It was weak but.....None of her students had managed to cast this. Not. One.</i><br/>
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<i>Zion would just jump into the air. "<b>Haha! I did it! I did it! Now you HAVE to train me!" </b>Zion said, cheering his own little success, before he heard.....laughing. He would look up, and see Lunelra was HONESTLY laughing. "<b>Uh.....Master Thorndust?"</b><br/>
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<b>"I can't believe it! Hahaha, I cannot believe it! A little kid managed to do what most twice your age have spent TWO YEARS trying to do." </b>Lunelra said, before getting up. It was settled- If this kid could do this at half the age of her most basic student, he was obviously gifted. Plus, she HAD made a deal, and if there was one thing Fae didn't like, it was owing people. Still, she was a Dark Fae- They didn't like losing. Getting up, she would crack her knuckles as her magical aura flared. "<b>A deals a deal, kid- But make no mistake."</b><br/>
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<b>"The Next few decades will be the worst of your life."</b></i><br/>
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<i>~Ten Years Later~<br/>
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Lunelra was watching her student- No, watching her 'Apprentice', Zion practice the basic forms of Dark Fae Magic-Sword fighting. He had managed to cast Sword Birth properly within the first year of learning it. The Next spell he learned was called 'Winter's Embrace' which brought a chilling aura around his opponents and covered him in an Icy Barrier, which he learned in five months following. Next he learned 'Forest's Root', a spell that allowed him, when in contact with the earth, to root himself to the ground, and speed up his healing and recovery. He only took two months to learn that! Spells that commonly took Fae years to master, this human boy was casting them as if he was a Ethereal Fae himself!</i><br/>
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<i>The more he learned, the faster he learned it. It wasn't just a coincidence, Lunelra quickly deduced that- The Boy examined the world around him with an unusual attentiveness that most humans lacked. Lunelra hazard a guess this came from the fact that his mother was a Shaman, thus more intune with the natural world, when he was born and his Father was the Emperor, thus that was two powerful bloodlines converged into one. Zion examined how things worked, how battles played out, and used a heightened reactionary sense to counter-act it. He saw how his instructors taught, and instead of following along with it, he worked it into his own style, adapting it to his body instead of adapting his body to it, and made the style his own.<br/>
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Such as it was with the spells that he learned from Lunelra- Despite being trained the same way, Zion was ultimately not a Fae. The Magic-Blade Combat style of the Knight-Enchanters of the Empire and Arcane Warriors of the FAe was completely different. Though Sword Birth was thankfully universal, Zion's Winter's Embrace was not as powerful as Lunelra's. Thus, he created his own variant of it- Dragon's Breath, the feeling of being engulfed by the flames of war. It was also the same with Forest's Root. He could create a substitute that, in many ways, better suited a warrior, but caused more damage. So long as their was a living thing, be it a tree, animal, or if he could touch them a person, he could drain their energy and health for his own. He called 'Life Drain'.<br/>
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In many ways, he was a Born Warrior and Natural Leader.<br/>
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What confused Lunelra was why he lacked any interest in ruling the country- With his intellect and his current level of training, his siblings wouldn't be able to stand a chance in fair combat, but then again, maybe that wasn't the reason why- The Boy's major weakness was his heart. He allowed his emotions to dictate his actions and, thus, made mistakes in the heat of the battle. However, if given the chance to focus, to study, and to think, he displayed exemplary adaptability in combat. She had to admit- It felt good to have a student who paid attention to what she said, when she said it, and instead of trying to mimic it like a muscle head, sought a way to make it work. She would never admit it to his face, but she had grown rather fond of the little kid.<br/>
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Zion was a breath of fresh air- Among the little men, she found the young man to be far more pleasant company. When they didn't spar, they practiced, and when they didn't practice, they studied. Studying was one of her favorites, because he was actually interested in learning. He kept asking about the old Faery Queen, the Four Courts of the Fae, and her own history among them. Lunelra was rather tight-lipped about her past, but she indulged the boys thirst for knowledge. Finally though, the day came he asked about her weapons- Fae Swords.</i><br/>
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<i><b>"Master, who made your swords?" </b>Zion asked, looking at the History of the Forest of Seth, a place where bloodshed had occurred between the Goblin Tribes and Orc Clans, after their failed war with the Dwarven Kingdoms.<br/>
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Lunelra would look up sharply, stunned by the question, before speaking up. "<b>I made them."</b></i><br/>
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<i>Zion looked amazed. "<b>Wow, really?! I thought a Dwarf or Elf made them, from how pretty they are!"</b><br/>
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Lunelra would scoff. "<b>Children of Stone and Fairfolk have nothing on Fae Craftsmanship- A Fae's weapon is as personal as.....well, I guess you could say sexual preference." </b>Lunelra said, grinning. </i><br/>
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<i>Zion would shake his head. "<b>Don't need those mental Images, Master- But do you think I can make a sword as good as you?" </b>He asked.<br/>
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"<b>Nope."</b></i><br/>
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"<b><i>W-what, why?!"</i></b><br/>
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<i><b>"Because, Apprentice, every weapon is different- Not all Fae use swords. Heck, None of my swords are the same! They are more than just tools of War, Zion- They are an extension of who you are, Much like how a limb is on a body." </b>She said, before sitting up. "<b>So no, I don't think you can make a sword as good as mine.....but again, you misused your words- I KNOW you can make a weapon as good as mine." </b>She said, a teasing smile on his face.</i><br/>
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<i>Zion would just puff his cheeks indigently, before speaking up. <b>"I'll make a sword! A Sword so powerful, and so strong, that even you will be impressed!"</b><br/>
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<b>"Oh, is that challenge, little boy?!" </b>She laughed, before wrapping him in a head lock. "<b>You've gotten bold, for only having ten years of training!"</b></i><br/>
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<i>ZIon would start squirming and laughing. "<b>Agh! No, stop it Mom!" </b>He said, before he would free up when he realized what he said.</i></i><br/><br/><i><i>Lunelra would let him go, red eyes staring down at him, before she would just give him a rare smile. "<b>Mother, huh...." </b>She said, quietly, before plucking him in teh forehead. "<b>I hope you're not calling me old, you little shit." </b>She said. She would then sit up. "<b>Tell you what- The Fae in my family have a sort of tradition for our craft. If you can comprise a sword made of specific metal, I will write a name on it in Fae Script. Hows that?" </b>She said, before walking over towards a drawer and hold up a small <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimg00.deviantart.net%2Fa3f6%2Fi%2F2009%2F162%2F4%2Ff%2Fblue_stone_2_by_lucario_anubis.jpg&amp;hash=1a0aa99c46fa59369659bfe621eaba14" href="https://img00.deviantart.net/a3f6/i/2009/162/4/f/blue_stone_2_by_lucario_anubis.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">blue rock</a>. "<b>This is called Fairy Stone, it's very rare- Whether it actually has anything to with my host, I have no idea, but the magical properties in this thing are astounding. If you can make a sword made up of this, I'll inscribe a Fae Name on your weapon."</b></i><br/>
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<i>Zion would look up and....positively beam at her. "<b>It's a deal! I will certainly make a sword to be proud of!"</b></i><br/>
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<i>Lunelra then began his training in smith work- As expected, the boy knew little to nothing about it, beyond iron tools, but when she began teaching him smithing, he took to it like a fish to water. The day after he saw her forge a simple dagger, he made several, each one better than the last. He would keep working all the way until Winter, when Lunelra watched him run up, a wrapped up package on his back. The thing was almost the same size as him. Lunelra would watch him run over, before speaking up. "<b>So, you managed to finally do it, huh Apprentice? Your self-proclaimed 'Master Piece'." </b>She asked, teasingly. </i><br/>
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"<i><b>Y-yeah! Behold- The greatest sword on earth!" </b>He said, before pulling the wrappings off, and showing it to her. It was a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fstaticdelivery.nexusmods.com%2Fmods%2F482%2Fimages%2F88-1-1399478928.jpg&amp;hash=373b46b646ad56090c5d5f76602030d7" href="https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/mods/482/images/88-1-1399478928.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Great-sword</a>- Lunelra herself had never seen a Fae wielding a greatsword, they were always thought as gaudy, but the magical potential in this blade was ASTOUNDING. Zion would hold it up proudly. "<b>Well Master, what do you think?"</b><br/>
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Lunelra took the blade in her hand, marveling at it, before seeing something shocking- The designs on it were....modeled after her own. He saw her tinkering with her blades, and made his look like his Master's, Like Lunelra's. Heat pressed to her cheeks and she felt her chest swirl with a strong emotion- Pride. This Boy learned quick, and if nothing else, Lunelra knew that day he was destined for great things. "<b>Well.....a deals a deal, yes?" </b>She asked. She then took his blade and would grab a small set of tools, before going into her forge. She sat there, gazing at the blade, as she thought about the Kid. Fae Names for weapons were something personal, something special to the kid, and this kid.....<br/>
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He defied her expectations, he pushed back against her attempts to send him away, to discourage him, and every day she simply watch him defy the stigma of being an illegitimate son. When this world pushed, he pushed back, just like with his magical aura.- The world bent for him, he didn't bend for it, and it was with that in mind she finally began inscribing a name.</i><br/>
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<i>Rebellion. He did not bend to the world, he made the world bend to him. </i><br/>
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<i>~~~3 years later~~~<br/>
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Lunelra was feeling a mixed set of emotions- Her Apprentice had completed his training last year, though the two still saw each-other regularly. She often took him with her on her travels through the forests and once, he had even seen other Fae of the Spring Court, Though Lunelra had to keep their touchy-feely hands off him, before he got ensnared. Lunelra could honestly say that the Zion, who she had come to see as close as her own flesh and blood, was without a doubt her best student. Others were envious of her Apprentices position as her favorite, but who cared about them? If they couldn't match up, they were not worth thinking about. Zion had become a constnat in Lunelra's life, who never expected a little man to actually get close to her.<br/>
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It was for that reason that she felt an ever looming sense of dread, when he informed her he was going to join the Rebellion against the Empire. It was to be expected- His father had, quite literally, gone mad. The world was in chaos, and now finally, people were willing to stand up to it. Lunelra knew that Zion was not close to his family, by any means, and he would do whatever in his power if it meant securing happiness for the citizens. Just like any young child, this boy wanted to be a hero. <br/>
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<b>"This is stupid, Zion! I know full well that things are not looking great right now, but throwing yourself in the hands of the Rebellion is a sure-fire way of getting you executed!" </b>Lunelra said, pacing in front of him. She'd never admit she was worried for him, it wasn't her way.</i><br/>
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<i>"<b>Mom, I'll be fine. I have to do this- Father had an entire SCHOOL burned down today, people still inside, because they were accused of being Rebel Sympathizers. I can't just let this keep happening!" </b>Zion said.<br/>
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<b>"That is entirely NOT your problem."</b></i><br/>
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"<i><b>Yes it is!" </b>Zion would hold up the sword, Rebellion, before her, as he spoke up. "<b>You said my life was to do with as I wish, always to think for myself, never be a slave to anyone else. Well guess what- My 'Father' needs to be stopped, and this nightmare of an Empire needs to end, and if I have to cleave through the Entire Imperial Army, I will do it!" </b>Zion said determinedly.<br/>
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Lunelra would place her face in her hands, cursing herself for blessing this kid with her witty repertoire. All the same, Lunelra knew she couldn't stop him- He would find a way, he always did, so she walked into her home, confusing Zion, before coming back out with something- A long sleeved white jacket. Etched on the back was a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpre00.deviantart.net%2Fe97b%2Fth%2Fpre%2Fi%2F2014%2F318%2Fb%2F1%2Fproud_black_dragon_sketch_by_tiffawolf-d1uktb0.jpg&amp;hash=a9e0fc4245e3ebc74f606a55d4f8340f" href="https://pre00.deviantart.net/e97b/th/pre/i/2014/318/b/1/proud_black_dragon_sketch_by_tiffawolf-d1uktb0.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Large Dragon</a>. "<b>In ancient cultures, he was known as the 'White Dragon of Supremacy'. He triumphed over entire armies, fought gods, and even dominated over Fate itself....There's nothing more I can teach you, Zion. You are now a graduate from my school. You're an Arcane Warrior and Master of the Magic-Blade fighting style." </b>She said, her voice, though rough, brimmed with pride.</i><br/>
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<i>Zion slipped it on carefully, as he would look down at himself, before looking up, a smile on his face. He knew this was his teachers way of giving her blessing, before he would respond in kind. "<b>Great! Now all I gotta do is beat you in combat, and then, I will truly be the Successor to your combat school!" </b>He said, as it was his way of saying he would return to her alive.</i><br/>
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<i>Lunelra would just laugh. "<b>I'll hold you to that! Now get going, you got places to go...."</b>She said, before saying something, almost too low to hear. "<b>You better come back fine, or I swear, I'll revive you just to kill you myself...."</b></i><br/>
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<i>Zion would walk over, and pull the Dark Fae into an embrace, whispering. "<b>I'll be fine, Mum.....You'll see me again....Just don't say goodbye- I hate goodbyes. I guess I got that from you." </b>He said, before walking away, the Dragon emblazoned on his back.</i><br/>
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~~~Present~~~<br/>
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Zion would stand there, silently staring at his Instructor before him. The Last time he saw her was the day before his mission. She wasn't present at the Execution. Zion felt a pain burn in his chest, like a fire, as he stood across from this woman. Nineteen years.....She practically raised him. She taught him everything about fighting, she schooled him, she raised him as her own Son. He had won a war, the day he returned to her was the happiest day of his life. She had been a constant source of knowledge and Inspiration. Even if her teachings were harsh, she did so with the knowledge it'd make him stronger. 19 years, he trained under her. 19 years, he spent to learn her way of fighting, following her every movement. Finally, when the dye was cast, and he was to be put to death.....<br/>
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She wasn't there.....<br/>
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<i>Why wasn't she there?!<br/>
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Why....<br/>
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WHY?<br/>
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WHY?!</i><br/>
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Zion would hold his sword up to his face, his own now-red eyes burning with fury. He felt the Spirit of Vengeance calling in his blood to kill her, but his heart told him to stay his blade. He felt it shake, before reacting in the only way she had taught him, the only way he knew how- He stabbed the blade into the ground and yelled out. "<b>Sword Birth!" </b>Before Magic Blades began shooting up towards her.<br/>
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<i>Keep moving, don't stay in one spot, don't let the enemy zero in on you.</i><br/>
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Zion would begin running along the sides of the Monastery. He kept his eye on her, his gaze cold, filled with hate and anger, as he tried to close the distance. He would then place his hand on his chest, as he yelled out. "<b>Dragons Breath!" </b>Before the fiery aura appeared around him. Closing in on her position, he raised the sword to strike down on her, as the flames would dance on the Fairy Stone sword, before trying to cleave her in two.<br/>
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This time was different- He WOULD defeat her here!<br/>
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But if that was the case.....<br/>
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Why did he feel like crying?!<br/>
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