Lancelot: *Where is she taking me? And why is she so distant? She...she reminds me of someone...*
Myia: We must hurry. Alexander is almost upon us.
Then she continues pulling Lancelot through the forest for hours to pass. And they come to a sudden stop.
Lancelot: Why did we stop?
Myia: You cannot see it? It is right in front of us.
Lancelot: What is?
Myia: Hm...what is your flaw?
Lancelot: My flaw?
Myia: Yes, you dunce! What is your flaw?
Lancelot: Hmph.
Myia: Impatience...independence...
Lancelot: How is independence my flaw?
Myia: It is my flaw as well. We believe we do not need help
from others. But even the strongest warriors need assistance at times.
Lancelot stayed silent and thought about Myia's words. Then he looked back at her and sighed.
Lancelot: I guess you are right...
Myia: Of course I am! Where would men be without women?
Lancelot: W-WHAT?? ARE YOU SAYING WOMEN ARE BETTER??
Myia: I'm not saying they are. There are some things women need men for. Like more muscle. Men need womens' mind. Reason and ideas.
Once again, Lancelot stays silent in defeat. She defeats him in strength, and reason.
Lancelot: Hmph.
Myia: Ugh. Fine! I'll help you get in.
She hesitates then grabs Lancelot's wrist and pulls him behind her.
Lancelot: We're just walking. What are you trying to show me?
Myia: Be patient.
They stop again.
Myia: Naru...Tetra se kurai..
Lancelot: *what is this nonsense? Alexander will find us and she's just standing there mumbling.*
Myia: Loa hira...shantade..
Suddenly, an old ancient temple appears before them.
Myia: Can you see it now?
Lancelot: Yes.*How...? This girl surprises me more and more...how far can she extend her power..?*
After they go in, the inside looks just made. There's no marks of time anywhere, not even the floor have scuff marks of people walking along the path.
(Elsewhere)
Wolf 1: *sniffs the ground*hm..it is faint..but I have their scent.
Alexander: Excellent. Let us move out. And once we find them, we rip them apart..hehehe..
They follow the trail where Myia and Lancelot ran hours ago.
Myia: *sitting in the corner with maps scattered around her*
Lancelot: How are you planning to get this chain off?
Myia: *sighs*I don't have it figured out yet...but I'll try and find something..
Lancelot sees one of the maps of Camelot and he pulls it over to him.
Lancelot: Where are we on this map exactly?
Myia: You don't need to know..
Lancelot: Why not?
Myia: You're asking too many questions for a Knight of the Round Table...
Lancelot: What does that mean?
Myia: *snickers*It just means what it means...*stands up*Come..
They walk further into the temple.
Myia: My ancestors built this place...they built it for one child of the future generation of our family...none of us know who...but whoever it may be, is said to gain great power...The Dark One...
Lancelot: Alexander?
Myia: No..it's not him...
Lancelot: How do you know?
Myia: I just know...
Lancelot: ............*"The Dark One"? That sounds like Alexander...why is she denying that..?*
Myia: You seem to be loyal...so I will ask you this...are you capable of keeping my identity secret?
Lancelot: *What? Why is she trusting me?*
Myia then removes her helmet. And a wave of deep, poisonous purple hair flows almost brushing the ground. Her eyes glitter that same ruby red of when they first came eye-to-eye.
Lancelot: ........!*pulls out the folded piece of paper, given to him by King Aurthur, and unfolds it*You're.....you're Princess Myia...
Myia: Yes...I hope you will keep this secret...
Lancelot hesitates to answer.
Lancelot: *This is who the king wants...I could bring her to him...but...she could also have information on Alexander...*
Myia: Do I have your trust?
Lancelot: ......Y-
The wolves take Lancelot and Myia down with such brute force, that it knocks Lancelot out cold.
Lancelot: *tries to keep his eyes open as he watches Myia being overrun by the wolf brutes*
Alexander: Hahaha...how cute...*grabs Lancelot with one hand by his face and lifts him off the ground*You can barely stay conscious...that's adorable..I could have used you...you had potential...now...*looks over at Myia*
Myia: *struggles to keep the wolves off her*
Alexander: *looks back at him*Now I've changed my mind...*grins and tightens his grip on Lancelot's face*Have you noticed that you're free?
Lancelot: ....??
Alexander: I have removed the chains...as a repayment...
Lancelot: R...repay....ment..?
Alexander: *laughs a little*You can barely speak...how...pathetically amusing...but yes..you're free..IF you do not speak of any of this to Aurthur. Do not tell him our hideouts, do not tell him our weaknesses, etc. etc.
Lancelot: *AGH!!! This feeling again!! This feeling of defeat!! No...I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!*
With a shot of adrenalin, Lancelot kicks Alexander in his chest. And as he lets go, Lancelot runs after the wolves who have Myia*
Myia: Stop you fool!! You don't know what you're getting into!!
Lancelot: *his face is red with anger*SH-SHUT UP!!!
Lancelot's aura grew bigger and brighter. His eyes glowing with rage. He grabs both the wolf brutes' heads, one in each hand, and crushes their skulls.
Alexander: *shocked and first, then grins*Perfection..
Myia: ....His rage..gave him the strength to crush their heads...
Lancelot turns to her still glowing and angry, then he grabs her by the throat, letting her feet off the ground.
Myia: *coughs while struggling to breathe*La..ncelot....
Lancelot: *tightens his grip*
Suddenly there's a sound of someone clapping slowly. Lancelot turns and sees Alexander.
Alexander: Wonderful work, Sir Lancelot..now..finish the very woman who caused you humiliation..erase your defeat from history!*his laughter fills the temple room*
Lancelot's anger calms down and quickly lets Myia go.
Myia: *holding her throat coughing*
Alexander: Hmph...you really are the weakest..
And with that, he spits by Lancelot's feet and vanishes into darkness.
Lancelot: *holds his hand out to Myia*Are you alright, Princess?
Myia: Don't call me that..*stands up on her own*and I'm fine...I will show you to your room..
Lancelot: *Damnit...I did it again...my temper has gotten the best of me..*
(Later that night)
Myia: *looking through an old book*
Lancelot: *walks up behind her with a candle*Reading in the dark is bad for your eyes..
Myia: I can see perfectly in the dark..
Lancelot: Still..
Myia: What do you want?
Lancelot: I just wanted to apologize...
Myia: For what?
Lancelot: Uh..*rubs the back of his neck*for almost..killing you..
Myia: Heh..I wouldn't have died...
Lancelot: ?
Myia: You would have only caused me to simply faint..
Lancelot: How..?
She stands and comes face to face with him.
Myia: You grabbed me with the wrong part of your hand..you grabbed me like this..
She tenderly touches her palm to the center of his throat. Then she moves her thumb to the center.
Myia: You need to grab like this...to get a complete cut off of my air circulation...*lets go and sits back onto the floor*Get some rest...your training starts tomorrow..
Lancelot: Training?
Myia: Yes...you're going to help me defeat Alexander. So I'm going to teach you everything I know..goodnight..
Lancelot: Um..yes...goodnight...
He heads back to his bedroom with a slight warmth to his face. A blush.
Myia: We must hurry. Alexander is almost upon us.
Then she continues pulling Lancelot through the forest for hours to pass. And they come to a sudden stop.
Lancelot: Why did we stop?
Myia: You cannot see it? It is right in front of us.
Lancelot: What is?
Myia: Hm...what is your flaw?
Lancelot: My flaw?
Myia: Yes, you dunce! What is your flaw?
Lancelot: Hmph.
Myia: Impatience...independence...
Lancelot: How is independence my flaw?
Myia: It is my flaw as well. We believe we do not need help
from others. But even the strongest warriors need assistance at times.
Lancelot stayed silent and thought about Myia's words. Then he looked back at her and sighed.
Lancelot: I guess you are right...
Myia: Of course I am! Where would men be without women?
Lancelot: W-WHAT?? ARE YOU SAYING WOMEN ARE BETTER??
Myia: I'm not saying they are. There are some things women need men for. Like more muscle. Men need womens' mind. Reason and ideas.
Once again, Lancelot stays silent in defeat. She defeats him in strength, and reason.
Lancelot: Hmph.
Myia: Ugh. Fine! I'll help you get in.
She hesitates then grabs Lancelot's wrist and pulls him behind her.
Lancelot: We're just walking. What are you trying to show me?
Myia: Be patient.
They stop again.
Myia: Naru...Tetra se kurai..
Lancelot: *what is this nonsense? Alexander will find us and she's just standing there mumbling.*
Myia: Loa hira...shantade..
Suddenly, an old ancient temple appears before them.
Myia: Can you see it now?
Lancelot: Yes.*How...? This girl surprises me more and more...how far can she extend her power..?*
After they go in, the inside looks just made. There's no marks of time anywhere, not even the floor have scuff marks of people walking along the path.
(Elsewhere)
Wolf 1: *sniffs the ground*hm..it is faint..but I have their scent.
Alexander: Excellent. Let us move out. And once we find them, we rip them apart..hehehe..
They follow the trail where Myia and Lancelot ran hours ago.
Myia: *sitting in the corner with maps scattered around her*
Lancelot: How are you planning to get this chain off?
Myia: *sighs*I don't have it figured out yet...but I'll try and find something..
Lancelot sees one of the maps of Camelot and he pulls it over to him.
Lancelot: Where are we on this map exactly?
Myia: You don't need to know..
Lancelot: Why not?
Myia: You're asking too many questions for a Knight of the Round Table...
Lancelot: What does that mean?
Myia: *snickers*It just means what it means...*stands up*Come..
They walk further into the temple.
Myia: My ancestors built this place...they built it for one child of the future generation of our family...none of us know who...but whoever it may be, is said to gain great power...The Dark One...
Lancelot: Alexander?
Myia: No..it's not him...
Lancelot: How do you know?
Myia: I just know...
Lancelot: ............*"The Dark One"? That sounds like Alexander...why is she denying that..?*
Myia: You seem to be loyal...so I will ask you this...are you capable of keeping my identity secret?
Lancelot: *What? Why is she trusting me?*
Myia then removes her helmet. And a wave of deep, poisonous purple hair flows almost brushing the ground. Her eyes glitter that same ruby red of when they first came eye-to-eye.
Lancelot: ........!*pulls out the folded piece of paper, given to him by King Aurthur, and unfolds it*You're.....you're Princess Myia...
Myia: Yes...I hope you will keep this secret...
Lancelot hesitates to answer.
Lancelot: *This is who the king wants...I could bring her to him...but...she could also have information on Alexander...*
Myia: Do I have your trust?
Lancelot: ......Y-
The wolves take Lancelot and Myia down with such brute force, that it knocks Lancelot out cold.
Lancelot: *tries to keep his eyes open as he watches Myia being overrun by the wolf brutes*
Alexander: Hahaha...how cute...*grabs Lancelot with one hand by his face and lifts him off the ground*You can barely stay conscious...that's adorable..I could have used you...you had potential...now...*looks over at Myia*
Myia: *struggles to keep the wolves off her*
Alexander: *looks back at him*Now I've changed my mind...*grins and tightens his grip on Lancelot's face*Have you noticed that you're free?
Lancelot: ....??
Alexander: I have removed the chains...as a repayment...
Lancelot: R...repay....ment..?
Alexander: *laughs a little*You can barely speak...how...pathetically amusing...but yes..you're free..IF you do not speak of any of this to Aurthur. Do not tell him our hideouts, do not tell him our weaknesses, etc. etc.
Lancelot: *AGH!!! This feeling again!! This feeling of defeat!! No...I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!*
With a shot of adrenalin, Lancelot kicks Alexander in his chest. And as he lets go, Lancelot runs after the wolves who have Myia*
Myia: Stop you fool!! You don't know what you're getting into!!
Lancelot: *his face is red with anger*SH-SHUT UP!!!
Lancelot's aura grew bigger and brighter. His eyes glowing with rage. He grabs both the wolf brutes' heads, one in each hand, and crushes their skulls.
Alexander: *shocked and first, then grins*Perfection..
Myia: ....His rage..gave him the strength to crush their heads...
Lancelot turns to her still glowing and angry, then he grabs her by the throat, letting her feet off the ground.
Myia: *coughs while struggling to breathe*La..ncelot....
Lancelot: *tightens his grip*
Suddenly there's a sound of someone clapping slowly. Lancelot turns and sees Alexander.
Alexander: Wonderful work, Sir Lancelot..now..finish the very woman who caused you humiliation..erase your defeat from history!*his laughter fills the temple room*
Lancelot's anger calms down and quickly lets Myia go.
Myia: *holding her throat coughing*
Alexander: Hmph...you really are the weakest..
And with that, he spits by Lancelot's feet and vanishes into darkness.
Lancelot: *holds his hand out to Myia*Are you alright, Princess?
Myia: Don't call me that..*stands up on her own*and I'm fine...I will show you to your room..
Lancelot: *Damnit...I did it again...my temper has gotten the best of me..*
(Later that night)
Myia: *looking through an old book*
Lancelot: *walks up behind her with a candle*Reading in the dark is bad for your eyes..
Myia: I can see perfectly in the dark..
Lancelot: Still..
Myia: What do you want?
Lancelot: I just wanted to apologize...
Myia: For what?
Lancelot: Uh..*rubs the back of his neck*for almost..killing you..
Myia: Heh..I wouldn't have died...
Lancelot: ?
Myia: You would have only caused me to simply faint..
Lancelot: How..?
She stands and comes face to face with him.
Myia: You grabbed me with the wrong part of your hand..you grabbed me like this..
She tenderly touches her palm to the center of his throat. Then she moves her thumb to the center.
Myia: You need to grab like this...to get a complete cut off of my air circulation...*lets go and sits back onto the floor*Get some rest...your training starts tomorrow..
Lancelot: Training?
Myia: Yes...you're going to help me defeat Alexander. So I'm going to teach you everything I know..goodnight..
Lancelot: Um..yes...goodnight...
He heads back to his bedroom with a slight warmth to his face. A blush.
Lancelot: *Where is she taking me? And why is she so distant? She...she reminds me of someone...*
Myia: We must hurry. Alexander is almost upon us.
Then she continues pulling Lancelot through the forest for hours to pass. And they come to a sudden stop.
Lancelot: Why did we stop?
Myia: You cannot see it? It is right in front of us.
Lancelot: What is?
Myia: Hm...what is your flaw?
Lancelot: My flaw?
Myia: Yes, you dunce! What is your flaw?
Lancelot: Hmph.
Myia: Impatience...independence...
Lancelot: How is independence my flaw?
Myia: It is my flaw as well. We believe we do not need help
from others. But even the strongest warriors need assistance at times.
Lancelot stayed silent and thought about Myia's words. Then he looked back at her and sighed.
Lancelot: I guess you are right...
Myia: Of course I am! Where would men be without women?
Lancelot: W-WHAT?? ARE YOU SAYING WOMEN ARE BETTER??
Myia: I'm not saying they are. There are some things women need men for. Like more muscle. Men need womens' mind. Reason and ideas.
Once again, Lancelot stays silent in defeat. She defeats him in strength, and reason.
Lancelot: Hmph.
Myia: Ugh. Fine! I'll help you get in.
She hesitates then grabs Lancelot's wrist and pulls him behind her.
Lancelot: We're just walking. What are you trying to show me?
Myia: Be patient.
They stop again.
Myia: Naru...Tetra se kurai..
Lancelot: *what is this nonsense? Alexander will find us and she's just standing there mumbling.*
Myia: Loa hira...shantade..
Suddenly, an old ancient temple appears before them.
Myia: Can you see it now?
Lancelot: Yes.*How...? This girl surprises me more and more...how far can she extend her power..?*
After they go in, the inside looks just made. There's no marks of time anywhere, not even the floor have scuff marks of people walking along the path.
(Elsewhere)
Wolf 1: *sniffs the ground*hm..it is faint..but I have their scent.
Alexander: Excellent. Let us move out. And once we find them, we rip them apart..hehehe..
They follow the trail where Myia and Lancelot ran hours ago.
Myia: *sitting in the corner with maps scattered around her*
Lancelot: How are you planning to get this chain off?
Myia: *sighs*I don't have it figured out yet...but I'll try and find something..
Lancelot sees one of the maps of Camelot and he pulls it over to him.
Lancelot: Where are we on this map exactly?
Myia: You don't need to know..
Lancelot: Why not?
Myia: You're asking too many questions for a Knight of the Round Table...
Lancelot: What does that mean?
Myia: *snickers*It just means what it means...*stands up*Come..
They walk further into the temple.
Myia: My ancestors built this place...they built it for one child of the future generation of our family...none of us know who...but whoever it may be, is said to gain great power...The Dark One...
Lancelot: Alexander?
Myia: No..it's not him...
Lancelot: How do you know?
Myia: I just know...
Lancelot: ............*"The Dark One"? That sounds like Alexander...why is she denying that..?*
Myia: You seem to be loyal...so I will ask you this...are you capable of keeping my identity secret?
Lancelot: *What? Why is she trusting me?*
Myia then removes her helmet. And a wave of deep, poisonous purple hair flows almost brushing the ground. Her eyes glitter that same ruby red of when they first came eye-to-eye.
Lancelot: ........!*pulls out the folded piece of paper, given to him by King Aurthur, and unfolds it*You're.....you're Princess Myia...
Myia: Yes...I hope you will keep this secret...
Lancelot hesitates to answer.
Lancelot: *This is who the king wants...I could bring her to him...but...she could also have information on Alexander...*
Myia: Do I have your trust?
Lancelot: ......Y-
The wolves take Lancelot and Myia down with such brute force, that it knocks Lancelot out cold.
Lancelot: *tries to keep his eyes open as he watches Myia being overrun by the wolf brutes*
Alexander: Hahaha...how cute...*grabs Lancelot with one hand by his face and lifts him off the ground*You can barely stay conscious...that's adorable..I could have used you...you had potential...now...*looks over at Myia*
Myia: *struggles to keep the wolves off her*
Alexander: *looks back at him*Now I've changed my mind...*grins and tightens his grip on Lancelot's face*Have you noticed that you're free?
Lancelot: ....??
Alexander: I have removed the chains...as a repayment...
Lancelot: R...repay....ment..?
Alexander: *laughs a little*You can barely speak...how...pathetically amusing...but yes..you're free..IF you do not speak of any of this to Aurthur. Do not tell him our hideouts, do not tell him our weaknesses, etc. etc.
Lancelot: *AGH!!! This feeling again!! This feeling of defeat!! No...I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!*
With a shot of adrenalin, Lancelot kicks Alexander in his chest. And as he lets go, Lancelot runs after the wolves who have Myia*
Myia: Stop you fool!! You don't know what you're getting into!!
Lancelot: *his face is red with anger*SH-SHUT UP!!!
Lancelot's aura grew bigger and brighter. His eyes glowing with rage. He grabs both the wolf brutes' heads, one in each hand, and crushes their skulls.
Alexander: *shocked and first, then grins*Perfection..
Myia: ....His rage..gave him the strength to crush their heads...
Lancelot turns to her still glowing and angry, then he grabs her by the throat, letting her feet off the ground.
Myia: *coughs while struggling to breathe*La..ncelot....
Lancelot: *tightens his grip*
Suddenly there's a sound of someone clapping slowly. Lancelot turns and sees Alexander.
Alexander: Wonderful work, Sir Lancelot..now..finish the very woman who caused you humiliation..erase your defeat from history!*his laughter fills the temple room*
Lancelot's anger calms down and quickly lets Myia go.
Myia: *holding her throat coughing*
Alexander: Hmph...you really are the weakest..
And with that, he spits by Lancelot's feet and vanishes into darkness.
Lancelot: *holds his hand out to Myia*Are you alright, Princess?
Myia: Don't call me that..*stands up on her own*and I'm fine...I will show you to your room..
Lancelot: *Damnit...I did it again...my temper has gotten the best of me..*
(Later that night)
Myia: *looking through an old book*
Lancelot: *walks up behind her with a candle*Reading in the dark is bad for your eyes..
Myia: I can see perfectly in the dark..
Lancelot: Still..
Myia: What do you want?
Lancelot: I just wanted to apologize...
Myia: For what?
Lancelot: Uh..*rubs the back of his neck*for almost..killing you..
Myia: Heh..I wouldn't have died...
Lancelot: ?
Myia: You would have only caused me to simply faint..
Lancelot: How..?
She stands and comes face to face with him.
Myia: You grabbed me with the wrong part of your hand..you grabbed me like this..
She tenderly touches her palm to the center of his throat. Then she moves her thumb to the center.
Myia: You need to grab like this...to get a complete cut off of my air circulation...*lets go and sits back onto the floor*Get some rest...your training starts tomorrow..
Lancelot: Training?
Myia: Yes...you're going to help me defeat Alexander. So I'm going to teach you everything I know..goodnight..
Lancelot: Um..yes...goodnight...
He heads back to his bedroom with a slight warmth to his face. A blush.
Myia: We must hurry. Alexander is almost upon us.
Then she continues pulling Lancelot through the forest for hours to pass. And they come to a sudden stop.
Lancelot: Why did we stop?
Myia: You cannot see it? It is right in front of us.
Lancelot: What is?
Myia: Hm...what is your flaw?
Lancelot: My flaw?
Myia: Yes, you dunce! What is your flaw?
Lancelot: Hmph.
Myia: Impatience...independence...
Lancelot: How is independence my flaw?
Myia: It is my flaw as well. We believe we do not need help
from others. But even the strongest warriors need assistance at times.
Lancelot stayed silent and thought about Myia's words. Then he looked back at her and sighed.
Lancelot: I guess you are right...
Myia: Of course I am! Where would men be without women?
Lancelot: W-WHAT?? ARE YOU SAYING WOMEN ARE BETTER??
Myia: I'm not saying they are. There are some things women need men for. Like more muscle. Men need womens' mind. Reason and ideas.
Once again, Lancelot stays silent in defeat. She defeats him in strength, and reason.
Lancelot: Hmph.
Myia: Ugh. Fine! I'll help you get in.
She hesitates then grabs Lancelot's wrist and pulls him behind her.
Lancelot: We're just walking. What are you trying to show me?
Myia: Be patient.
They stop again.
Myia: Naru...Tetra se kurai..
Lancelot: *what is this nonsense? Alexander will find us and she's just standing there mumbling.*
Myia: Loa hira...shantade..
Suddenly, an old ancient temple appears before them.
Myia: Can you see it now?
Lancelot: Yes.*How...? This girl surprises me more and more...how far can she extend her power..?*
After they go in, the inside looks just made. There's no marks of time anywhere, not even the floor have scuff marks of people walking along the path.
(Elsewhere)
Wolf 1: *sniffs the ground*hm..it is faint..but I have their scent.
Alexander: Excellent. Let us move out. And once we find them, we rip them apart..hehehe..
They follow the trail where Myia and Lancelot ran hours ago.
Myia: *sitting in the corner with maps scattered around her*
Lancelot: How are you planning to get this chain off?
Myia: *sighs*I don't have it figured out yet...but I'll try and find something..
Lancelot sees one of the maps of Camelot and he pulls it over to him.
Lancelot: Where are we on this map exactly?
Myia: You don't need to know..
Lancelot: Why not?
Myia: You're asking too many questions for a Knight of the Round Table...
Lancelot: What does that mean?
Myia: *snickers*It just means what it means...*stands up*Come..
They walk further into the temple.
Myia: My ancestors built this place...they built it for one child of the future generation of our family...none of us know who...but whoever it may be, is said to gain great power...The Dark One...
Lancelot: Alexander?
Myia: No..it's not him...
Lancelot: How do you know?
Myia: I just know...
Lancelot: ............*"The Dark One"? That sounds like Alexander...why is she denying that..?*
Myia: You seem to be loyal...so I will ask you this...are you capable of keeping my identity secret?
Lancelot: *What? Why is she trusting me?*
Myia then removes her helmet. And a wave of deep, poisonous purple hair flows almost brushing the ground. Her eyes glitter that same ruby red of when they first came eye-to-eye.
Lancelot: ........!*pulls out the folded piece of paper, given to him by King Aurthur, and unfolds it*You're.....you're Princess Myia...
Myia: Yes...I hope you will keep this secret...
Lancelot hesitates to answer.
Lancelot: *This is who the king wants...I could bring her to him...but...she could also have information on Alexander...*
Myia: Do I have your trust?
Lancelot: ......Y-
The wolves take Lancelot and Myia down with such brute force, that it knocks Lancelot out cold.
Lancelot: *tries to keep his eyes open as he watches Myia being overrun by the wolf brutes*
Alexander: Hahaha...how cute...*grabs Lancelot with one hand by his face and lifts him off the ground*You can barely stay conscious...that's adorable..I could have used you...you had potential...now...*looks over at Myia*
Myia: *struggles to keep the wolves off her*
Alexander: *looks back at him*Now I've changed my mind...*grins and tightens his grip on Lancelot's face*Have you noticed that you're free?
Lancelot: ....??
Alexander: I have removed the chains...as a repayment...
Lancelot: R...repay....ment..?
Alexander: *laughs a little*You can barely speak...how...pathetically amusing...but yes..you're free..IF you do not speak of any of this to Aurthur. Do not tell him our hideouts, do not tell him our weaknesses, etc. etc.
Lancelot: *AGH!!! This feeling again!! This feeling of defeat!! No...I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!*
With a shot of adrenalin, Lancelot kicks Alexander in his chest. And as he lets go, Lancelot runs after the wolves who have Myia*
Myia: Stop you fool!! You don't know what you're getting into!!
Lancelot: *his face is red with anger*SH-SHUT UP!!!
Lancelot's aura grew bigger and brighter. His eyes glowing with rage. He grabs both the wolf brutes' heads, one in each hand, and crushes their skulls.
Alexander: *shocked and first, then grins*Perfection..
Myia: ....His rage..gave him the strength to crush their heads...
Lancelot turns to her still glowing and angry, then he grabs her by the throat, letting her feet off the ground.
Myia: *coughs while struggling to breathe*La..ncelot....
Lancelot: *tightens his grip*
Suddenly there's a sound of someone clapping slowly. Lancelot turns and sees Alexander.
Alexander: Wonderful work, Sir Lancelot..now..finish the very woman who caused you humiliation..erase your defeat from history!*his laughter fills the temple room*
Lancelot's anger calms down and quickly lets Myia go.
Myia: *holding her throat coughing*
Alexander: Hmph...you really are the weakest..
And with that, he spits by Lancelot's feet and vanishes into darkness.
Lancelot: *holds his hand out to Myia*Are you alright, Princess?
Myia: Don't call me that..*stands up on her own*and I'm fine...I will show you to your room..
Lancelot: *Damnit...I did it again...my temper has gotten the best of me..*
(Later that night)
Myia: *looking through an old book*
Lancelot: *walks up behind her with a candle*Reading in the dark is bad for your eyes..
Myia: I can see perfectly in the dark..
Lancelot: Still..
Myia: What do you want?
Lancelot: I just wanted to apologize...
Myia: For what?
Lancelot: Uh..*rubs the back of his neck*for almost..killing you..
Myia: Heh..I wouldn't have died...
Lancelot: ?
Myia: You would have only caused me to simply faint..
Lancelot: How..?
She stands and comes face to face with him.
Myia: You grabbed me with the wrong part of your hand..you grabbed me like this..
She tenderly touches her palm to the center of his throat. Then she moves her thumb to the center.
Myia: You need to grab like this...to get a complete cut off of my air circulation...*lets go and sits back onto the floor*Get some rest...your training starts tomorrow..
Lancelot: Training?
Myia: Yes...you're going to help me defeat Alexander. So I'm going to teach you everything I know..goodnight..
Lancelot: Um..yes...goodnight...
He heads back to his bedroom with a slight warmth to his face. A blush.