<span style="font-style: italic">We recall the years of glory, when the Church had moved as one.<br/>We were fervent in our prayers, following Our Lord the Sun.<br/>But the streams of sin had seeped in and eroded every brick.<br/>Now our city left in ruins and a Shattered gate now sits...</span><br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Javert spotted the house from a small rise in the terrain. The visibility was decreasing quickly as dark clouds began to gather over the immedeate area. He spurred his horse forward, towards the distant structure. The mansion's windows were dark and forboding as he approached. Dead leaves rolled across the lawn and it seemed as though the carraige had already left. He glanced around at another dirt track, tracks, fresh tracks. The carriage had gone down towards the river. The Ainsworths are fleeing? Javert rode on, until the path split abruptly, the main path continued on while there was a smaller path which led directly to the river.<br/><br/>The smaller path would only allow men walking in a single file through, not an entire carriage. Javert dismounted and continued on foot. He rested his right palm on the pommel of his sword, ready to draw it if need be. Droplets of water broke through the thin canopy of leaves, forcing Javert to break into a jog. Then he saw him, seemingly waiting for the carriage to arrive before boarding the boat which floated at the bank. "Mister Ainsworth, I need you to come with me."<br/><br/>Luke Ainsworth turned around, "Javert, don't, the Queen will kill me."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Gakupo glanced at the last few lines of a report:<span style="font-style: italic">The Catholic host marches forth from their gates; with sacred fire and pain they punish heresy and remove adbominations wherever they may be-- and that is, everywhere.</span><br/><br/>He crushed the parchment and glanced into the horizon, would the Queen welcome or push aside the army of Venomania's hand of friendship? Only the meeting will tell.