[Jamie]

His sleep had been filled with relaxing images of dancing blue flames, a dream he had not experienced before. He grudgingly got up however in the end, rather groggy, the light was burning through the windows and were piercing his eyes. Stumbling around he managed to get out of the way of the direct sunlight and twisted on his heel to stare at Anei. She seemed to be peacefully asleep and Captain Artois saw no need to disturb her, he still needed to read the letter after all.

However, something else had caught his eye before he was able to open the letter, now sitting peacefully on his bedside table. A piece of parchment nailed carelessly into the wall displayed a picture and the huge words, “Wanted for treason.”

Ripping it off and slumping onto his bed, Captain Artois pulled it closer to his eyes as to read it better.

‘To all who live in the provenance of the Ares Kingdom, you all know that the current affairs between Ares and Thermidor have meant a mass gathering of the armies in the great sea, awaiting the first attacks to commence. Unfortunately the great Ares fleets leading ship was stolen in the night by none other but our queen and the captain of the Ares fleet. This is great treason and all those that have been caught so far have been executed or killed in action for there crimes. Unfortunately the captain is still on the loose and is to be considered very dangerous. However in this case danger can be overlooked, though many of you will be unbothered by such news as the king has neglected many of our slums for so long, a chunky reward has been implemented to any who capture him.

Above is a picture of one of the soldiers who was involved in the queen’s betrayal, lying dead after soldiers managed to detain him from causing further harm to the ‘King’; our prayers to him.

You will find on the back the picture of the captain, or should I say the ex captain of Ares. Use with it as you will, may that be to praise him or to use to hunt him.

Jal Hunter
The peoples news’

Crayton Artois now looked down at his fallen soldier, how wrong he was to be disappointed with them; they had died to protect him and their queen even though higher ranking soldiers had informed them of their treachery. Turning the parchment over in his hands his eyes found his own picture. The once gleaming but dumb founded captain staring him up with him, a smile of false pride.

Crayton Artois wondered if the ranch owners had realised who occupied this very room right now, maybe the smoke had hidden him like the others that night, maybe he hadn’t had chance to read it yet or worse; he had men waiting down stairs. No, he would of attacked when they were asleep otherwise, Crayton reassured himself. Walking over to the window he now took in a breath of the lavender scent that had been creeping into his room, it was a fine day for travelling.

Crayton Artois now addressed his letter and went about reading it, while making sure to open it as discreetly as he could, so not to awake Anei.
The letter was written in the queen’s usual slanted and marvellous style.

‘Dear Captain Artois, if your reading this I can assume my adoring husband has realised I have stolen his prized ship and made of with his most loyal captain. If this is the case then you are with the speaker and you are both in absolute danger…

I should explain some goings on first so that you can fully understand the dangers that await you.

Our democratic world as you know consists of five heads of kingdoms, also known as Kings. This well constructed scheme has been the reason all people of all kingdoms have been able to feel safe knowing that they are being ruled, managed and protected by not one brain, but five. Unfortunately as of recent times however, that has not been the case. With more people moving into the cities on the mist the less people staying to land have been heard. By this I mean, as more money is generated from the mist cities the more our king and others have ignored the rest of their kingdoms.

Though this isn’t a practically nice thing to do, it is the way of the world. You must take the good with the bad. However, not all kingdoms have got this way it would seem only two have been selfish enough to do so. One of those kings, a cowardly man who was only ever in the democratic circle because it gained him support and allowed his country to grow with trade. The other king is my husband, and until recently a loving man. He now however has changed, he like that coward from Thermidor is more obsessed with power then ever I have known him. At first I just accepted people change, but now I know it is something much greater. The tide of war is not one that has just jumped up and come about, do you truly believe that a great king could abandon half his nation and that the other cowardly king could gain supreme knowledge in war tactics. No, this is the work of a far higher power, Thermidors new shadow consultant.

Necronic, as powerful as evil, he is descendant of an ancient race, unknown by many of the people of this world, overlooked shall we say. Similar to the angelic race of man, they share their gift of wings. However this is only but one of a few give a ways of the race of Omega.

He is controlling all affairs in Thermidor, using the coward king ‘Opera’ as his face of power. He is manipulating the kingdoms into a war, a great war; a world war. This war will surely bring about absolute chaos and bet your life on mans arrogance to follow his devious plans. People are to naïve to believe they are being edged on secretly by a man of an ancient race, as funny as that sounds. When he brings chaos I believe it is his plan to bring order in the form of one kingdom, the kingdom of Tindas.

The young girl you are now with, ‘The Speaker’ is someone I have known for the past few months through my dreams. Yes my dreams, she is an Omega also and has the beautiful gift to pass messages on through dream communication. This means however, that Necronic most likely has the same gift, if not stronger. The purpose of Anei is to do two things. One is she is the only person believed to be able to bring back democracy, I don’t know whether that means she is the only one who can actually kill Necronic or put a stop to him, but it would seem likely. The second purpose of Anei is so you can learn more about her race and kind, so you will understand more of how to destroy Necronic, if you were to fail. She could be our last hope so I will hope you will protect her as you would protect me or your fallen king.

I am sorry this has had to happened and I cant explain more, I am writing this as we fly to meet her now, I feel numb, I believe I am going to be unable to see my husband again, I fear this possessed demon is all he is know. Or maybe he was always that person and love blinded me so I could not see his true colours. No, I shouldn’t think that, I wont let myself.

Aaa. We are here, Take good care Crayton Artois, the true Captain of Ares. I shall see you in the after life. Love your Queen.’

The last word was now blotched in a rebellious tear who had managed to skydive from the end of Craytons nose.

Stuffing the letter into his pocket and standing up straight, Crayton Artois marched over to his armour and picked it up. Though a large chunk was missing from his abdomen it didn’t matter, because he could hold his head high for now, the last words of the letter still ringing in his head, pumping adrenaline and energy, coated in enthusiasm and hope into his body.

The armour gleamed in the light, reflecting its rays as if proving itself to its master how defensive it can be when needed. The Ares symbols encrested on the shoulder pad however was scratched somehow, maybe shadowing the tainted kingdom. Crayton however would not leave his kingdom however, he still had faith in his kingdom even if the king had changed his ways. He was the true captain of Ares after all...

But within seconds it had be coated in a shadow and looking up Crayton found Anei looking up at him, awake.

After the long silence had subsided, Anei reached for her things and got up, attempting to get ready to go. She had also seen the parchment however and walking over began to read.

Captain Artois, readying himself for her response, stalked the room for his non-matter sword, he always seemed to loose it; and if there were bounty hunters waiting downstairs, he would surely need it.