Reuniting A Kingdom Part 3: War Scars/Reunified (Open)

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Minerva knew she had screwed up... Again, which she partially blamed on the familiarity she felt around the people she interacted with. How instant the connections were there, causing her to perhaps forget that she wasn't in her own time. A time, which she by the way could never return to, because it no longer existed. Still, her worries were big enough that she had no idea whether or not she should and could tell certain things. She had not forgotten her training, though these past few days, it had become harder to separate one from the other in her mind. Even if she knew that Isolde had trained her for that, albeit perhaps not for such extremes like she was in now.

She knew she could do it though, she had been trained for this. She had been trained to endure these kinds of things no matter what. It was hard on her emotionally though, to see the people she cared most about, not recognizing her, not knowing her. Her heart often enough seemed to scream See me, recognize me, love me!, even if her mind and luckily her mouth didn't answer. It seemed that though her father had been the one to commit the ultimate treason, she was the one that was punished for it. She knew she had to move past that and that even thinking about it, was a childish act. Yet, she couldn't resist feeling this and she couldn't resist wanting someone to take care of her the same way that she was trying to take care of the bigger balance. The bigger picture.

When Isolde showed up, she was both immensely grateful and a little annoyed. She felt annoyed for the fact that her acting like this, her saying these things must look bad enough for Isolde that she thought she needed saving. She did need saving, but that was besides the point. Though she recognized the predicament she was bringing herself in, she also knew damned well that once she stopped panicking, she should have been able to talk herself out of that. Which meant that she was a little 50/50 about how happy with this she ultimately was. Then again, it didn't happen every day that her aunt helped her out in a situation like this, which was pretty nice.

She was guessing that her problem had more to do with the principle, than the actual problem itself. She put up a smile when Isolde said that Minerva was one of hers and nodded, as she lowered her head to Isolde in a sign of respect, which didn't have to be faked, seeing that she still possessed a great deal of respect for the dragoness. She looked at Seth, with a slight smile on her face and nodded. "Guilty as charged, I'm afraid. I am very sorry about this. About how this must seem. I sometimes tend to let myself get dragged away. I didn't mean to offend you, if I did." She spoke, hoping that this would come off as enough of an apology as she needed right now, with how this was weird enough on its own, without it having to become even more weird and uncomfortable. If that was even still possible at this stage, with everything lately.

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Bellator awaited Luna to respond when a sharp pain in his chest pierced through his disciplined composure. What his armor hid was black poison streaming through his veins. Bellator fell to a knee gripping his chest. He had visited his brother who had participated in the battle between Samael and Vlad. Bellators brother sustained a mortal wound from Nergal but managed to escape. He did not stay on the battle field however, he used his remaining strength to call to Bellator, and make his way to his family. He knew what was happening and wanted to say goodbye to his wife and his three daughters and two sons. By the time Bellator had gotten there though the transformation had already begun. Bellator walked into their cavernous home with his brother on the ground shaking. His nieces and nephews moved to embrace their father but their mother held them back. Bellator commanded them to run and if they did not hear from him to find a new home. Just as they ran past his brother, the transformation completed, and out of hunger and instinct Bellators brother lunged to devour his once beloved family. Bellator moved to intercept having no time to draw his blade he used his forearm to defend against his brothers bite. Even the heavy armored gauntlet did not protect Bellator completely as his brothers fangs cracked the armor and some teeth pierce Bellators arm. Bellator fought with the now lich remnant of his brother but his brother was as strong as he was and Bellator could not wrestle him away. Created a small spherical pocket of air in his palm he thrust ed it into the chest of his brother blasting him away upon contact creating a thunderous boom as the air exploded.

Bellator created a tornado and fled the mountain side home as it crumbled behind him bringing down the cavern and hopefully ending his brother or permanently incapacitating him. Bellator did not know the seriousness of his injury however and after he ensured his brothers family was safely relocated he just went back to the brigade, bandaged his arm after putting some healing ointment ointment, and expected his draconic physiology to do the rest and heal it. It was a very minor wound and Bellators superior healing factor slowed the taint tremendously but did not stop it. Bellator rose to his feet, a black vein now visible on his neck, and his eyes beginning to darken. His Sgt ran over to aid but Bellator held out his arm signalling him to stop and keep away. "Sergeant, you are responsible for the safety of Lady Luna here now." Bellator struggled to find his words as a hunger grew within him edging him on to attack those around him and feed. The Phoenix Sergeant looked confused not grasping that Bellator was essentially telling him that he was no longer in charge nor would he be around much longer to take up those duties. "When you return to the Brigade track down and inform former Commander Meridius that I have fallen, he will know-" Bellators conditioned worsened and the pain became unbearable as his insides burned and felt like they were eating away at itself. Bellator gritted his teeth and finished "He will know what to do. You are an honorable warrior Seargant, tell the others it has been an honor."

Bellators control was slipping away, but he was not prepared to go down without a fight. He stormed off and lept from a window taking his true form as a massive air dragon. With the aide of the winds he flew as fast as he could knowing the moment he lost complete control that he would turn and bring harm to the ones he was trying to protect. Bellator encircled the volcano and in a falling swoop brought himself down into the molten magma to be engulfed in flame and disintegrated. If there was nothing left then there would be nothing to come back from. In his final moments he thought of how silly the thought of retiring and starting a family was. The great warrior Bellator a farmer and smith, children running about his feet, it was a dream. He didn't have enough time to say goodbye to those who he cared about, he was not able to bestow the legacy he wanted in the Brigade, but he was content with what he had accomplished. He had lived for a long time compared to most people, and his regrets were minuscule, though he hoped Merry would forgive him and understand. Even as the molten rock burned and singed the life from him he held on, fought to stay in control, to prevent himself from rising on a monster. And when he finally faded from who he was he knew that what ever the future held, he forged a masterful fighters division to live on without him.