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Centuries have passed since the boy was disturbed from his coffin, and he would have likely gone for a few more centuries had the area not been under attack by the Empire. It was something of an odd circumstance in which the town, insignificant in and of itself, was more than less in the crossfires of the Kings Glaive’s finest. The ground had split open and it was a bout two months afterward the townsfolk discovered the underground temple. It was fortified by steel walls, thick doors, and long dark hallways. Electricity once worked down there as there were switches, lights, and other things like old boxed computers, it was nothing like what technology looked like today.
They discovered more and more of the rooms and pathways, completely undisturbed by daemons and eventually they came across a strange room with empty shells that looked like giant eggs on a conveyer belt. In a room stood a lone egg, not a speck of dust would be found in the pristine white-room, and once the villagers got their lights set up in the room they could make out a ghostly figure of a young boy who simply appeared to be asleep. As if a spell was put over him.
Some began to speculate this was the crystal’s doing and perhaps these egg shaped pods were designed from the crystal’s power. That they were organized here, obviously, through great effort from the ancient civilization that dwelled here so many years ago.
Yet, one brave townsperson brushed their hand against the pod and the white egg began to pull apart like a flower blooming in the light of the sun. Hushed voices and curious whispers sounded through the room at the sight and then gasps as the boy began to move forward with a breath.
From there, the rest was history. As in, nothing was ever going to be the same again. A week or so after the boy woke things began to change in the small remote town. The people began to obsess and fuss over the boy and began to call him the sleeping prince. The town’s physicians and healers fret over the condition of the boy and tried their best to bring color back to the boy’s cheeks but nothing seemed to help. What certainly didn’t help, however, was the sun’s light and they soon adjusted their routine, around the boy, to be done so at night.
It was three weeks since the boy’s awakening did it finally happen. Sora took his first draw of blood on the wrist that reached over his face to dab a cool clothe to his forehead. It surprised them both but with just the taste of the blood in his mouth he regained color, energy, and his voice. Which is why they had come to know him as Sora. After that he regularly began to feed on the villagers and regain health at a much more rapid speed than he had with the food and drink they had tried to give him prior. It was clear to them all what Sora was and what he needed. There wasn’t one villager who had the resistance to deny Sora his drink. Perhaps that was part of the allure and soon enough the village turned solemn and grey, but happy as the villagers flocked to Sora to provide him his meal.
This, however, began to leak of suspicion as travelers came with trade and noted the pale state of the town as they wandered through expecting business as normal. Yet, they were turned away with their goods and left with more questions than they cared for.
They discovered more and more of the rooms and pathways, completely undisturbed by daemons and eventually they came across a strange room with empty shells that looked like giant eggs on a conveyer belt. In a room stood a lone egg, not a speck of dust would be found in the pristine white-room, and once the villagers got their lights set up in the room they could make out a ghostly figure of a young boy who simply appeared to be asleep. As if a spell was put over him.
Some began to speculate this was the crystal’s doing and perhaps these egg shaped pods were designed from the crystal’s power. That they were organized here, obviously, through great effort from the ancient civilization that dwelled here so many years ago.
Yet, one brave townsperson brushed their hand against the pod and the white egg began to pull apart like a flower blooming in the light of the sun. Hushed voices and curious whispers sounded through the room at the sight and then gasps as the boy began to move forward with a breath.
From there, the rest was history. As in, nothing was ever going to be the same again. A week or so after the boy woke things began to change in the small remote town. The people began to obsess and fuss over the boy and began to call him the sleeping prince. The town’s physicians and healers fret over the condition of the boy and tried their best to bring color back to the boy’s cheeks but nothing seemed to help. What certainly didn’t help, however, was the sun’s light and they soon adjusted their routine, around the boy, to be done so at night.
It was three weeks since the boy’s awakening did it finally happen. Sora took his first draw of blood on the wrist that reached over his face to dab a cool clothe to his forehead. It surprised them both but with just the taste of the blood in his mouth he regained color, energy, and his voice. Which is why they had come to know him as Sora. After that he regularly began to feed on the villagers and regain health at a much more rapid speed than he had with the food and drink they had tried to give him prior. It was clear to them all what Sora was and what he needed. There wasn’t one villager who had the resistance to deny Sora his drink. Perhaps that was part of the allure and soon enough the village turned solemn and grey, but happy as the villagers flocked to Sora to provide him his meal.
This, however, began to leak of suspicion as travelers came with trade and noted the pale state of the town as they wandered through expecting business as normal. Yet, they were turned away with their goods and left with more questions than they cared for.
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Well, odd for anyone who isn't as well-knowledgeable as Cor is.
He listens to the rumors, and it takes effort to keep his usual stoic front up. For some body to be called a 'prince', and not even claim to be a long-lost member of the Line of Lucis... It doesn't sit right in the Marshall's mind. Which is why he's joining the crowd around the mayor's house that night, bearing a small package in his hands. He takes in what everyone is saying, and simply turns towards the most likely person(s) to talk to him.
"Sorry, but I'm kinda new in town. Mind catching me up on who this new prince is? And how we're supposed to help him?" Keep it civil and polite...he can be blunt towards the 'prince' as soon as he gets an actual minute or two alone with him.
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A young red head bounced behind Cor and wiggled her way through the crowd. “Nah! He said I looked like Kairi! So call me Kairi! KAIRI … Dingus!” She giggled and pushed herself up toward the front of the crowd. Soon the next child to follow, obviously the one “Kairi” was talking to brushed up against Cor with an apologetic greeting, “Oh! ‘ullo Ser, surro! Bout that!” He huffed and puffed. He had blond hair and brown eyes. “She let’n it all get to her head!” He excused himself between two people before Cor and soon melted into the crowd ahead.
Elos’ brother began speaking up again. “Been … not too long, but already we’re all looking forward to the night again.. you know how long that’s been? Since we were able to look forward to the night? He keeps us safe, see, from the daemons.. they’re not interested in him and he’s strong, this good boy.. he’s keeping us safe.” He chuckles. “Just like Elos wanted to only ever do..”
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And yet... Cor looks around at everyone standing around, so eager as to be out at night and feeling safe in this lad's presence... A part of him really hopes that this kid really is protecting this town from daemons. Another, bitter part him, though, suspects and fears that it might all be in their heads...
"I'm sure Elos would be happy to see this kid, too," Cor adds. Still, the idea of daemons not being interested in someone...there's very few beings that would have that reaction...and none of them human. Nodding his thanks to the older man, Cor slowly begins to work his way to the front - partially to try and see this 'boy prince' up close. But also to find those kids.
Kids, after all, say the darnest things sometimes...
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The mayor looked back to Cor and he clapped his hands together. “Please, allow one’a us to escort you to a room with some food and water… then you may rest and be on your way, ser!”
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"On the contrary, your Honor," Cor speaks up as he steps closer, "I wish to speak with the young man that you've taken in. You...mentioned that he needs his meal..." Honestly, it's not the first time he's been fed upon...but always on his own terms and no one else's.
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Inside Sora was waking, his head lulling from left to right. A strange vision plaguing his dreams of a time he could scarcely remember. A woman, no .. she was a girl, just a girl, blue eyes.. blond hair—
then nothing. It disturbed him, it always did, and then there was nothing and he wakes. He jostles and sits up to find himself alone in the room, a great sadness soon overwhelms him and he pulls the sheets off his legs. He’s wearing a long nightgown, strings tie up the front of it to just above his chest, and his hair is as wild as it ever was. He looks at his toes and soon moves them off the bed and steps down to the ground with a weak stance. Where is everyone? Usually someones always here when he wakes and he likes it best when they were.
“Hullo?” He calls out to his empty room and moves for the door.
The mayor bids his time and soon the door behind him opens and he turns with shock as Sora peeks out of it with bright blue eyes and a front to his face. The crowd quietens down and soon the boy speaks, “I… I thought you’ve left me.. alone..” He says sadly and many of the people in the crowd speak up with rejection of the very idea.
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But he takes a deep breath and resists the urge to give in to his more sentimental side. At least, not now. He has a job to do, after all.
"You have very good people looking after you, who cares about you," Cor agrees. He takes a step forward, keeping his movements as non-threatening as possible. "How are you feeling? Are you hungry?" He's gauging the boy's reactions...as well as that of the crowd. He's not here to cause trouble, but considering how worried the mayor already is...
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“Um.. is.. is it okay, I can have some.. more?” Even with the countless nights Sora’s had his first taste of blood he’s still far too shy to outright say it. “Just.. a lil?”
Then a roar of volunteers began to offer their assistance with his inquiry, enough that he jumps back and hugs the frame of the door. Sometimes they were all a bit much, but he only ever wanted to make them happy really. Happy and safe! He didn’t like it when they argued though, especially over him!
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"...aw, shit." The quiet words slip out before he could stop himself. This isn't just a kid who happens to drink blood. He's a fledgling vampire. But...usually they have someone guiding them, making sure that their hunger is controlled or otherwise abated. Normally their sire...
And yet, there doesn't seem to be any other vampires in the town, if the crowd here is meant to include everyone...
Cor glances over at the mayor. "You're going to establish some order, or do I have to offer myself up instead?" A bit of his traditional bluntness wouldn't hurt now.
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“Now, we’ve got an order.. remember! Um, lets see.. what is it now..” The mayor mumbled a bit before a few volunteers pressed up the steps of the mayor’s home. “Oh, is it you? Okay.. okay.. one at a time, don’t fluster him now!” The mayor looked over to Cor and gathered his hands together. “Will you wait until he’s fed, ser? He’s just a boy, as you saw.. yes, just a boy… a good boy.. you know, he must stay here.. with us.. he’s the chosen one, one to look after us and we him.. our treasure, a gift from the crystal!”
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Yet...there's still something off about how everyone seems to be falling over themselves wanting to feed and protect him, even after knowing what he is...
"Of course...though I'm curious as to how he could be tied to the Crystal. I thought only those from the Line of Lucis would have such an honor." Was this some long-lost member of that same family line? Or is this some other form of influence showing itself?
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Behind the mayor the volunteers went in and the rest of the crowd waited to get a glimpse of Sora once he was ready to come out.
Someone behind Cor spoke up, a middle-aged woman and she had a loud voice that quieted everyone else around her. “Sora is our champion!” The others softly whispered in agreement. “You can’t have him..” Again there were whispers of agreement.
The mayor held out his hands. “Nonsense! Shh, people.. don’t start that talk! Our good King’s man here has said nothing of the sort.. calm yourselves… be still.”
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"He's right," Cor tells the crowd. "I'm not here to take him away. Merely to see who he is...and if he needs help."
He then turns back to the mayor. "How did he come to be in that state? Is he a native of these parts? I only ask because if he is tied to the Crystal, I'm sure that his Majesty would want to lend some form of aid..." They still seem friendly in regards the the Crown...surely, that wouldn't bother them, right?
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The mayor turned and gestured toward his door, he insisted Cor follow him inside and once they both were inside the mayor lead Cor to the visiting room to the left of the foyer. There he took a seat and offered Cor one for himself. “Some months ago… the King’s glaive drove the Empire back into our lands… there was a terrible fight and bombs cracked the earth up north in our town. Some were hurt, some were lost between lava and earth..” He cleared his throat and gestured to himself. “I lead the team up that way, see what the damage was.. what could be salvaged and that’s when he saw the hole… a new system, we thought, a cave or something.. but it wasn’t so.. rather, it was steel and brick that met us down there.. a home, a building.. a tomb, … ah, a tomb we come to find out.. seen this boy sleeping in a crystal egg!”
The mayor gently tapped his knee as he told the story. “He’s sleeping in a room, clean as if it were kept each and every day.”
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Still, he keeps a stoically curious look on his face as he follows the mayor inside, settling himself into the offered chair. Muttering condolences at the mention of the fighting, Cor does vaguely recall reports of battles being waged in this area around that time frame. He will have to question Titus Drautos about it when he gets back. Or Clarus....
However, his eyebrows shoot up upon hearing of an underground tomb being found, with the kid just sleeping inside a...crystal egg? "Do you know how far back this...tomb goes? As in, when it might have been built? I have a friend who loves history, and he could probably pinpoint when it might be built..."
Of course, said 'friend' is the King himself, but there's no reason for Cor to let the mayor know about that trivial little detail.
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“Ah, well..” The mayor looks over Cor’s shoulder as the two volunteers return down the stairs and into the foyer. “It looks as if the boy is .. ready?” He questions the others and they both nod their head. “Well, if you will.. follow me,” he begins to stand, it’s obvious the mayor intends to go with this stranger as he “talks” to the boy.
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But why preserve such a young vampire? And what happened to his sire? The mayor doesn't seem pleased at the idea of anyone poking around the ruins, though...he will have to wait until he speaks to the boy before he could make...certain calls.
"Of course." And of course, this guy wouldn't let Cor speak to the kid by himself. Then again, the Marshall hasn't exactly let his name be spoken just yet. That particular info, he's going to wait until the end of his little 'chat'.
And speaking of which... Cor glances around the place as he's led to Sora's room, taking in as many details as possible. Can the kid leave of his own free will, if he so wishes? Is there anything holding him back - guards, protection spells, and so forth? Or is the mayor just letting him stay since he's still so new to the world as it is right now?
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“Hey, you’re from out there, I saw you..” Sora offered lightly his fingers gently pressing against his long black slacks. They were freshly tailored for him and they fit much better than the clothes he had woken up with.
“I’m Sora!”
The mayor gestured to a seat in which Cor may take beside the bed, Sora sat at the end of it. The mayor opted for the chair at the desk in the room.
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"Nice to meet you, Sora. I hope you don't mind me dropping by - I was just passing thru when I heard about how you've been helping everyone here." Cor felt that it was a safe place to start, given who their 'audience' is. He does wish to have a more private conversation to ask some more concrete questions...but Cor knows how to work his way thru what he sees to be a 'hostage' situation, of sorts.
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“I’m happy I can be helpful.. you know.. I think I been asleep for a long time, nothing looks familiar here.”
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Though Cor does wonder if the kid's trust is being misused in this case. He seems a little too trusting, compared to most vampires that Cor has met over the years.
He pauses for a moment. "I'm curious, though, as to how you're able to fight off daemons. I've had to fight them a time or two myself, out on the road, and it's not an easy thing to do." Vampires tend to have their own powers, after all...how strong is this kid, fledgling as he may be?
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“The boy, as I said.. he’s our chosen one.. he’ll save us all, somehow.. in the likes the Oracle never could.. in fact, I am sure he may yet make a pact with the Astrals to fight beside him.. he’s spoken before about summoning forces in the past to help him.”
Sora frowned and he lowered his eyes to his fingers. “But I.. I haven’t their gems anymore.. they all went back home.. when the..”
“No matter, young prince, I am sure the summons will return to you when we find a way for you to reach out to them.” The mayor offered his sympathy.
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Cor looks a little perturbed at the interruption from the mayor, but his friendly mask settles back into place after a moment. He'll let the slur about the Oracle slide...for now. "He may have a point. If they sense that you need them, and if you prove yourself worthy...they will come, should the way open for them to do so."
Even though Cor knows that this Sora kid isn't the Chosen King of the Crystal. He's pretty sure that Regis would've found him a long time ago if he was. Still, it doesn't hurt to act like he's on the mayor's side, just to keep him from suspecting Cor's true motives in this moment...
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The mayor interrupts. “He is but a traveler from far away lands.. safer lands than this.”
Sora nods then looks to the stranger, a curious and uncertain expression to his face. Something in the look might very well indicate he may not believe all of what the mayor has to say himself.
The mayor quickly stands. “Come now, fellow, let us get you settled in for the night.. Sora, fair him well.”
Sora’s expression quickly changed and he offered a kind smile. “Oh, okay.. bye! Thanks for talking with me!”
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And then he leaves the room, before he could see or hear the mayor's reaction to the fact that The Marshall of the Crownsguard, one of the three strongest warriors of Lucis, is here.
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