Cyrus stood in the throne room among the aftermath of the rebellion. The bodies of Paladins and SkyKnights littered the floor. The only ones left standing were him and a High Paladin. He felt guilt overtake him. This was all his fault. He knew that he would have to live with this guilt for the rest of his life.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------<br/><br/>One Year Later<br/><br/>"One, two, three four, FIRE!" Five humanoid targets popped up on the final word.<br/>"RARGH!" Cyrus swung his wing, sending five feather-like projectiles flying. Each one found its mark in the target's chest. A perfect hit.<br/>"Nice." A female voice said. Cyrus turned to see his "Sister", Lara, walking up to him. Cyrus walked towards her, stopping a few feet away.<br/>"Lara. What a surprise." Cyrus smiled a bit, shaking her hand. "What brings you here?"<br/>"Just checking on you. Seeing how you were doing. It's crazy. You, a High Paladin. Never would have thought." She teased.<br/>"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence." Cyrus played along.<br/>"You know i'm joking of course. But really, i'm proud of you." She gave him a firm pat on the shoulder.<br/>"Thanks." Cyrus looked at his watch. "Almost time for my lower city patrol."<br/>"Lower City? Whose toes did you step on?"<br/>"Damned if I know. I bet it's the Duke's pet High Paladin." Cyrus sneered.<br/>"Haha! Don't let him catch you saying that." Lara nudged him.<br/>"Hm. Well, i'm off. I'll see you around." Cyrus turned to walk away, hearing Lara say goodbye as she went off to do whatever it was she was going to do. With a grunt, he furrowed his wings and took off.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------<br/><br/>Down in the lower city, Cyrus was walking on his patrol, he could have flown, but he figured walking would be more relaxing. Little did he know, his life would be changed forever by that decision. As he walked, he caught a glimpse of a young woman. Alarms instantly went off in his head. That was  Celestine! He and those loyal to the Duke had orders to kill her on sight. "Son of a bitch... so much for a leisurely patrol." With the help of his wings, he was in front of her in no time. He cleared his throat, trying hard to sound official. "Halt! By order of his eminence, I am to execute you on sight for the crime of treason..." He sighed and trailed off. "You know what? Just come with me. I really don't want to fight."