---10 years after finding Discord---
“An expedition riding off of stolen information?” questioned an amused Discord “Celestia if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re finally learning how to have fun.”
Celestia let a smirk slip out “It’s not stolen, we’ve been allowed to go in the royal archives for years. We’re just borrowing a few forgotten scrolls, is all.”
The two princesses and draconequus soared high above the clouds, feeling the solar rays of the spring morning sun warm their fur. It was day-one of the trio’s long-awaited voyage across the uncharted lands of the world, a month-long expedition into the unknown, a landscape that was begging to be explored. Discord flew with his arms folded, examining an unfurled scroll he levitated just below himself, seeming to be very intrigued in the particular piece of parchment.
He scratched his beard and raised a mocking eyebrow “Forgotten scrolls? Hmm, then why did you have to get ME to crack the sealing spell around it? Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t they only guard things that are worth stealing? Yet both of the revered sister princesses couldn’t seem to break the spell on this dusty old thing.” Said Discord, rolling up the map and retuning it to the many others in Luna’s bag.
Celestia pouted “It was an ancient spell that none of us even recognized, it just seemed safer to let everyone give it a shot before I tried something risky. Besides, a sealing spell has to be recast every time its broken, if a scroll has a spell that old on it then clearly, it’s been forgotten and unimportant.” Celestia defended “And I’m also pretty sure an old legend that’s been glorified by an ancient tribe of nut-jobs will put the kingdom in any danger.”
Discord shrugged with a toothy grin and plucked another scroll from the cluttered mess that was Luna’s pack. “Aw, and here I thought I some of my glorious charm was starting to rub off on you.”
Celestia laughed. Seeing that iconic, mischievous grin made her reflect of how much Discord had evolved from the rotting ghoul she came across over a decade ago. He was no longer the poor, broken, half-dead victim she first met, he had become a self-confident, reliable, admirable equal that she trusted with her life.
His magical powers were extraordinary; no, mythical. Her friend was able to back up his cocky demeanor ten times over by wielding the level of magic and sorcery not even legends spoke of, able to send even the most vicious of adversaries running. But despite the ferocity used by the draconequus when battling against his enemies, Discord was a compassionate defender who held the happiness of Luna and herself over his own life. He was a gift to say the very least.
And while the transformation of his personality was dramatic, the restoration of his outward appearance was even more prominent. Discord’s faded, dried-out raptor foot and snake tail were now decorated with clean and gleaming scales. His lion claw was always soft, his fur clean and shiny, and his horns always smooth. His deep, purple eyes that were crowned with bushy eyebrows always seemed to shimmer in the night, keeping a wild yet gentle look in them.
His jet black mohawk was always well kept and perfectly cut and matched the silky black beard that ran along his jawline. He actually took pride in his hygiene now, putting extra effort into the smile he so regularly showed. Whenever he grinned, Celestia would always swear that his teeth and twin fangs were made of a shining pearl rather than bone.
But above all else, he had developed quite the healthy, muscular physique. Every time the trio celebrated in a group hug Celestia could feel the rippling muscles in his back, not to mention she couldn’t help but glance at him every time he flexed his large biceps proudly over a defeated dragon. He was an entirely new being, and while Celestia encouraged him to go out of his comfort zones, she had to respect his stated limits.
From the start, Discord made it very clear that there were three things he would never let her or Luna do; never have him join society even if disguised as a pony, never reveal him to their father, and above all else: NEVER let Luna into his dreams. Discord trusted the sisters with his life, yes, but he still harbored an immense fear and ever growing contempt for civilization, ESCPECIALLY the ones of ponies. The simple thing was that they’d never tell a living soul about him. His dreams however, were a much more of a touchy subject. Discord was often plagued by horrific nightmares that would have him waking up in cold sweats, but refused to talk about them to the sisters, much less let Luna see them, and considering how wound up they made him, they reluctantly agreed.
One time Celestia made the horrible mistake of trying to wake him up while he was tossing and turning. Upon lightly touching his shoulder, Discord snapped awake, grabbed her by the throat with a vice-grip and slammed her to the ground with his mouth full of razor-sharp teeth ready to decapitate her. Upon seeing that it was only his friend, he dropped her, scrambled away, and broke down sobbing. Celestia was a bit shaken but she consoled the draconequus, saying he didn’t hurt her. Luna joined in to try and calm his hysteria down, but still he clung to Celestia for a solid hour weeping.
It took him a month to bounce back after that particular episode.
Yet despite Discord’s extremely rare outbursts that came without warning, the three of them trusted each other with their lives. They had a whole month to themselves to explore the horizons without prying eyes or fear of being caught. Another one of their beloved expeditions. This is what they lived for.
Celestia turned her attention to Discord “In all honesty though, I don’t really know what we’re looking at in terms of destination. We sort of just ran into the archives and grabbed what scrolls and books were closest to us.”
Luna took insult to Celestia’s understatement “Hey, some of these things were actually a pain in the tail to get a hold of. You may have rushed through these things, but I picked up some really deep stuff.” Luna slipped her pack off and fished into her bag “Honestly Celestia, did you read some of the ones I found? There’s actual some pretty shady stuff in here. Dragon migrations, ruined cities, a fountain of youth, dark magical relics, even some cursed lands. There’s enough to keep us out here for weeks! The whole palace is going to have a celebration when they see what we bring back!”
Discord scratched behind his ear “That reminds me, how’d you convince your dad to go for another one of these trips? Don’t you already have that huge party coming up at the end of the month?”
The sisters groaned and hung their heads in perfect unison. Discord pulled his arms in close out of reflex.
“Those things are an abomination that crawled out of the depths of hell. I’m so glad dad let us be exempt from it for once.” moaned Luna.
Discord laughed “Jeez Luna. No, tell us what you really think.”
“I can sit through diplomatic meetings till the end of days, but galas are where I draw the line.” Celestia rose her head and turned her attention to Discord “It’s called the Grand Galloping Gala. Once a year, the royal family hosts an international celebration that’s open to all respected members of society. Luna and I used to like them when we were fillies but now they’re the worst part about being royalty.”
Discord swerved mid-air and rolled onto his back, crossing his arms behind his head, suddenly interested “I’d ask why you hate dancing so much, but clearly there’s much more to it than that.”
“Octopuses,” grumbled Luna “too many of them”
“Hold on, what?” asked Discord
“Suitors,” translated Celestia “The Gala used to be all about celebrating the first day of summer, but now it’s filled with nothing but stallions. Rich males of all ages that come by the hundreds.”
Discord was completely lost “And that’s a problem because…?”
“They keep trying to marry us!” Luna shouted at seemingly no one “I’m only eighteen! I don’t want to be rooted down to the castle at this age, but those guys won’t keep their hooves to themselves!”
Discord pulled back at the sudden passionate outburst.
“See the thing is Discord, the Gala is meant to be a national festival but right now It’s become a festival of stallions all across the land trying to win our hearts.” Sighed a clearly irritated Celestia “Princes, nobles, landowners, you name it, they’re there trying to make a move. They’re not even really looking for love, they just want to marry into a position of power. Fortunately, our father cares about us and won’t force us into an arranged marriage like so many other kings, but still…”
“You can only say ‘no’ so many times?” Discord finished, now concerned and somewhat protective. Discord trusted Luna and Celestia with his life, but even still he harbored a crippling fear and checked anger for civilization. EITHER of them getting married jeopardized his entire way of life and risked him being seen. Plus, he cherished the fact that both of them were free spirits; he knew enough of the world to understand getting married truly meant settling down. Having them loose a piece of freedom would truly be a blow to him. And while Luna meant the world to Discord, his real concern was Celestia.
Discord couldn’t deny it, Celestia had grown into a beautiful mare. She was kind, confident, trusting, strong, and the sole reason he loved his life instead of having to endure the horrific torture he suffered for so long. Celestia was everything to him, not a day went by when he wasn’t tempted to confess his growing feelings towards her. Especially now with his age it was hard to resist his more… instinctive urges… every time spring came around. But he couldn’t take the chance to come forward out of fear of losing their friendship, and now that he knew how much she hated stallions coming forward, there wasn’t a chance he’d tell her his true feelings, not anytime soon at least. But knowing that there was now a time limit for when she HAD to choose a stallion, really put him in a stressful position.
Maybe as a last resort he could… No, it wasn’t worth the risk. If for some reason the sisters actually did attend the gala… perhaps his could sneak in transformed as a pony and use it as an excuse to dance with- No. That was suicide. One slip up and every single being of power in the land would see him. But still, that would just mean Celestia would eventually have to choose a suitor.
What should he do? Wear the guise of a pony and risk getting caught? Or have her get married and risk never seeing her again? There was no safe answer.
Luna noticed a growing look of sorrow in Discord’s eyes. Refusing to start the friends’ long-awaited trip on such a sour note, she changed the subject. “Yeah, but if I ever do get married, you can bet your flank I’m going to keep my subordinate, I mean husband, in check. But whatever, what I really want to know…” Luna heaved an especially large metallic cylinder out the right side of her pack “Is what the heck is this thing I picked up?”
Discord and Celestia both inhaled suddenly at the surprise artifact. It looked like a tube used for holding summoning scrolls, if the scrolls were used to summon demons. The cylinder was made of such a black metal, it was hard to tell the details of the fine carvings running the entire frame. Bright red letters of an ancient language doted the entire canister in a seemingly pointless fashion and a thick, a red line ran the length of the entire thing. Not to mention both ends of the cylinders were decorated with spikes that Discord was pretty sure were made from a collection of teeth.
Luna relished in their surprise “Well? Isn’t it great? Oh, who am I kidding, it’s awesome right?”
Celestia looked at it in shock “Luna! Just what is that?”
Luna laughed and shrugged “I have absolutely no idea. I went digging through the deepest section of the archives, saw a hinge underneath a table, moved some boxes out of the way, opened a trap door, and sure enough there was like a dozen of these suckers inside! They looked incredibly dangerous and unpredictable so hey, who better to snoop then us right? I snatched the closest one, ran out the door, and just like that we have a potentially catastrophic scroll ripe for abuse.”
Discord was at a loss for words.
Celestia did her best to wrap her head around her sister’s logic “So let me get this straight. You went into a restricted compartment in a restricted section of the restricted archives. Grabbed a CLEARLY dangerous and enchanted document that probably is only meant to be known by a few people, flew it miles away from the matching set, never told anyone we took it, and brought it into the unknown JUST so we could see what happens if we open it?”
Luna didn’t respond
Celestia shrugged “Buck, I’m down. How do we open it?”
“Sounds good to me” agreed Discord
“No one else is using it.”
“Open that thing up.”
“I want to see what’s in that sucker.”
As the morning turned to afternoon and the sun began its routine approach to the horizon, the group descended to a crystal lake encircled by a thick layer of trees. A thoroughly exhausted Luna flopped down face-first on the soft, welcoming grass the moment she landed while Discord and Celestia slipped off their packs and tossed them against a nearby trunk. The draconequus rolled his shoulders, letting the bones make an audible crack of much needed release, followed by an exaggerated groan of relief.
Luna picked her face off the ground and shuffled to the edge of the water “I’m going for a swim. we’ve been in the heat all day and I need to wash this sweat off.”
“It’s still early spring, Luna” warned Celestia “That waters going to be freezing.”
“I don’t care, I need this” said Luna. Without heeding her sister’s words, Luna jumped into the pristine water, sending sparkling water into the air. Immediately, she shot right back out of the water jumping up and down to gain body heat.
Celestia laughed “I tried to warn you”
“Don’t get out Luna!” called Discord “We’re coming in!”
Celestia glared at him “Uh yeah, no. YOU’RE going in, I’M staying out here. If you think I’m going to die of hypothermia tonight, you got another thing coming.”
Discord folded his arms and grinned wickedly “Well, it’s not like I really asked for your consent.”
Celestia’s heart stopped “No… you wouldn’t dare!”
Before she could interject, Discord slung her over his right shoulder and sprinted towards the shore. Celestia shrieked in horror and battered her hooves against his back, demanding he drop her or face the rage of a thousand gods. Luna, too excited to see Celestia’s reaction, moved out of the way as Discord barreled into the water with the screaming Alicorn held helplessly in his grasp. Discord, holding onto his violent captive with both hands, closed his eyes and submerged the two of them once waist-deep.
A drenched Celestia popped to the surface and viciously assaulted the draconequus who was now holding up both hands in a form of defense.
“You disgusting reprobate!” screeched the Alicorn “I’ll end you!”
Discord could only laugh hysterically as Celestia forced him down to his back leg, beating his arms senselessly.
“Luna!” laughed Discord “I beg of you! Save me from this unholy monster!”
Luna, benevolent as always, responded by tackling both him and Celestia in the water.
After Luna joined in and the three had completely burnt themselves out over the course of a half-hour brawl, they slinked back onto to shore all in high spirits and all forgiven. Discord snapped his fingers and conjured up a roaring campfire and a set of padded sleeping mats, their standard arrangements for sleeping.
The moon had begun to rise and the fireflies of the night had already started their beautiful light display for all to see. A shivering and purple-lipped Discord and Celestia both curled up as close as possible to the flames. Luna however, much more tolerant to the cold, flopped down onto her mat and dragged her pack over to her side to dig through it.
“So, we’re closest to the SUPPOSED mountain range that dragons are said to congregate at every year for mating season” began Luna “I think if we keep the pace we’re going at we’ll be able to reach it before noon tomorrow morning.”
Discord summoned a large pot of an already-made stew over the open fire and stirred the contents with a flick of his wrist above the lid “Dragons don’t tend to be shy creatures, but they aren’t vey social either. If that scroll actually is true about Dragon’s being there, I think we’re going to have to hunt for them. Probably tucked away in a cave somewhere.”
Discord handed a filled bowl to Celestia who eagerly inhaled its aroma “They’re kind of hard to miss though, I doubt we’ll accidently pass them by” said the Alicorn as began to work away at Discord’s glorious creation.
Luna accepted the bowl Discord handed her “My big concern is that they’ll go nuts if they see us. Dragons tend to be secretive, at least from what we can gather, so we can expect them to be on guard. They’ll either scatter or attack us before we even get to see how they interact and mating season is about as social as an animal gets.” Luna unfurled a scroll as she took a sip from her bowl “If we’re ever going to see these guys use their heads, I think this is it.”
Discord slurped down his sixth serving before either of the sisters even left a dent in their first “Speaking of secretive, toss me that black canister, I want to take another crack at it.”
Luna flipped her pack over and rummaged for the mysterious scroll-case she had brought with her. Surprisingly, Discord couldn’t open the thing. Discord could pop open every single protection seal he’d come across in his entire life without any effort, but the artifact wouldn’t budge. He had tried every single spell he knew but the stubborn piece of work wouldn’t crack, that’s what is was; stubborn. It was almost like the inanimate object was actually pushing back against him, every time he gathered up the slightest bit of energy, he felt the scroll muster a weak amount of power to remained seal. When the sisters gave it a shot he couldn’t feel the scroll kick back at them like it did for him, it just seemed to not like him.
Luna recovered the canister from her bag and held it in the air for Discord to levitate off of her hoof. Discord frowned at the defiant chute as he floated it in front of him “Alright you jerk, you’re going to work with me whether you like it or not.”
Celestia laughed “I’d never thought I’d see the day where the mighty Discord would fall from his throne as the greatest sorcerer in the world… and hand it to a little scroll”
Discord’s ears flattened in frustration and gave a visible pout “Quiet, I’ll get it open. There’s not a single spell I can’t break.” His ears perked back up “But in all honesty, I have quite literally no idea what kind of spell is keeping this thing closed. I doubt it’s sealed by a ritual or tribute, and it’s DEFINITELY not a spell form any kind of unicorn. Whatever’s keeping this sucker shut is ancient.”
Luna hungrily took another scoop from the kettle and added it to her diminishing supply “Then clearly it’s no joke. You’re able to pass through the barrier surrounding the castle without any effort and that thing can disintegrate borderline anything. If you can’t magic the thing open; can you, I don’t know, just try breaking it open with brute force?”
Discord opened his mouth to insult such a basic idea but then shrugged “Honestly, considering we’ve tried everything at this point. Muscling it open doesn’t sound like a bad idea”
Discord released the spell keeping the case levitating and let it settle onto the grass. Come to think of it, he hadn’t physically put his hands on it yet, levitating everything always just seemed more convenient. He illuminated his lion paw, adding an extra bit of grip strength, and slapped his hand around the frame.
A shrill cry of agony pierced the night sky and blood splattered across the grass
The moment Discord made contact to the black-canister, a massive spike shot out of its center and pierced clear through his entire hand; sending blood splattering into his gaping mouth.
“Discord!” The girls screeched in unison. They both dropped their bowls immediately to rush to his aid but the scroll prevented interference. Before they could even get within arms distance, two crimson bolts shot out of each end of the cylinder, sending each of the sisters flying. The sisters were knocked flat onto their backs with a severe whiplash knocking the wind out of them. Discord wrestled with his arm, trying to pull his hand free, but an aura kept his hand clamped in place, making him unable to escape his torture.
Instead of his blood seeping back into his skin as it always did when he was wounded, his liquids seeped into the crevasses of the canister, almost as if it was drinking it. The scattered letters on the face of the artifact now blazed a hellish red and started to rotate on the axis of its frame. These weren’t letters scattered around randomly, they were the chant for a curse!
Discord could only clutch his wrist in pain as he watched the disseminated markings align into a single phrase. He couldn’t understand it’s language but he could at least make out that it clearly formed six distinct words.
No, not here. Not now! Discord recognized the order of these markings. He knew where he had seen them before. One of the four reoccurring nightmares that plagued him always had this sentence plastered in the vision. He couldn’t read or even understand it, but seeing it in the real world was enough to make him almost have a panic attack. If the first of the four dreams could be real. Then that means the fourth one would one day-
Before Discord could finish thinking, the spike ripped out of his hand and shot back into the frame.
Discord fell from his knees and crumpled to his side in a fetal position, roaring in pain. The spike had left a gaping two-inch hole through his hand that now had blood waterfalling out of its ruptured veins. Chunks of meat and splintered bone still dangled off his palm, each held by a thin layer of their respective substance.
His regeneration powers, never failing him, immediately created bones out of thin air that replaced his shattered ones, his tissues instantly began to reattach, and the copious amounts of blood were sucked back into his body. Instinctively, Discord snapped his fingers and incinerated the excess parts that were no longer attached to him.
Celestia, head spinning, struggled to her feet and stumbled towards him “D-Discord…”
The Draconequus stared at the now pulsating letters upon the scroll in a blistering fury. His eyes ablaze with rage, pain, and above all else; terror.
How? How did he not realize it? His dreams were never nightmares, they were prophecies. If the first of the visions was true, then that meant the other two were as well, and one day even the fourth would come to pass. Discord lost all feeling in his body.
The fourth nightmare was doomed to become a reality…
He fell to his knees and vomited.
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Rage, pain, and terror. Just like King Nova at the exact moment.
“You worthless failure!” roared the furious alicorn.
Hundreds of miles away, King Nova was breathing fire upon his highest council. With his horn illuminated, shoulders hunched, and mouth foaming the ruler looked like has was about ready to massacre the entire palace.
“I should just kill you right where you stand, make an example of what happens to those who leave their kingdom for dead! I give you the most basic task to hide the most dangerous thing in our possession and you manage to screw even that up?!”
His majesty had backed a quivering, elderly unicorn into a corner. The quaking runt was the chief archivist tasked with safeguarding the highest levels of enchanted documents and scrolls concealed within the castle. He however, did not live up to his duty; he let the most powerful scroll slip from right under his nose. Upon it being reported missing, King Nova immediately demanded his most trusted advisors meet him in the archives.
“Y-your greatness” a pegasus dared speaking “If you could tell us what went missing and why it’s so important, we might be of some use to-”
Nova shot dagger eyes at him causing the noblemen to reel back and bow in fear.
“What was taken?” the alicorn slammed his hoof into the ground, leaving a fissure in the stone “Any of you familiar with these?!”
He slammed a dusty, metal crate filled with scrolls onto a nearby table for the group of elitists to view. There was an audible gasp followed by a few ponies cursing under their breaths.
It was a set of nine jet black cylinders that were lined neatly into two rows, however, one was clearly missing. At the far end of the row consisting of the four scrolls, a rectangle footprint of clear metal stood as an enclave amongst the dusty bottom of the crate, a scroll was gone.
“Your highness…” an elder member of the nobles stuttered “Those aren’t the Draconequus scrolls… are they?”
King Nova snatched one of the many cylinders from the box “Finally, someone who can speak. Yes Caiaphas, they are.” He approached his subjects “A collection of undecodable and unbreakable spells and curses… and the source of the apocalypse.”
A young nobleman froze, “Sir?”
King Nova glared at his newest advocate “Tarean… right, you haven’t heard of these yet have you?”
“N-No my lord.”
He looked down on his inferiors “In case any of you have forgotten, Excitium proclaimed the power of his successor, Discord, to be stronger than anything the world had ever seen. However, from what we can gather, he was never unleashed, at least not fully.”
Nova began to circle his now terrified council “From what the Royal Order of Mages can deduce, he wasn’t at his full power when he was created, hence why we could never find him. Every form of magic, especially that as accursed as a Draconequus, leaves traces… everyone except Discord” He stopped in front of the semicircle of his listeners “He’s apparently never cast a spell before so he emits an aura too weak for our hunters to lock on to. We’ve only been able to follow his after-image.”
“Sir, I don’t believe I follow.” Started Tarean “An all-powerful being who no one has ever seen? You say he doesn’t leave a trace, yet there’s an ‘after-image’. There’s no denying the might of the Draconequus army was horrifying, but not a single one has been seen in well over two decades. Are we even sure this ‘Discord’ exists?”
That struck a sensitive nerve in the King.
“He damn well exists, and he’s closer than any of you realize.” Hissed Nova “Over the past twenty years, we’ve received dozens of reports of a young Draconequus wandering the lands. Every time he’s been sighted, he’s disappeared in the same day and is only seen again in a village even closer to this very city. The last time he was ever seen was only four years ago in a village not even over the horizon. He might very well be on top of us at this exact moment.”
He heaved and angry sigh “We assume the only reason we he hasn’t made an attack is because he is not yet at his full power. He is waiting to begin the ritual and release the power promised by Excitium.”
He hoisted the scroll into the air “A ritual that involved these.”
“Sir.” Questioned Tarean again “Do we even know if that those scrolls are a source of power? What evidence do we have?”
King Nova returned the scroll to the others “The year Excitium attacked Equestria and the Draconequus species began abducting unicorns and spells across the land, various kingdoms were able to kill a few of the invaders. Any of the high priests that were killed each carried one of these matching scrolls, each of which was inscribed with the name of an especially deadly Draconequus.”
“We’ve never been able to open or know exactly what lies inside, but the Archmages have all agreed that there is an unholy and unprecedented level of dark magic emanating from within each one. If so much as ONE of these were to fall in the hands of a dark spirit, it would be catastrophic… but if all ten were to reach Discord…”
King Nova turned his attention back to the elderly unicorn still huddled in the corner as a growl began to rumble in his throat “…It would bring the end to all life in the world to an end. And now one has gone missing while Discord could very well be in the city.”
King Nova whirled back around to his subjects “I want that scroll back in our possession right now!” he roared “No one is going in or out of this city until it’s found! Captain!”
A Pegasus snapped to attention “Sir!”
“Dispatch all the guards into the city in search of that scroll and any dark artifacts. All necessary force, warrants, and questionings are now authorized.”
The Pegasus saluted and ran out without a single response.
“Caiaphas!” barked the alicorn
“Yes, my lord?” he yelped
“All archivists and every member of the mage order is to search this room for any traces of spells. If so much as a levitation spell was cast, I’m to know about it.”
“Immediately, my King.” The unicorn bolted out of the room without waiting for a response.
King Nova turned his attention to the rest of his council “The rest of you will return to the throne room and await my orders. Kaid, you’ll remain here with me.”
“Yes sir!” His ‘noble’ advisors scrambled away, more focused on escaping the King’s wrath than obeying his command.
“Kaid” addressed the King
“At your command” responded his bodyguard
“You are to assemble a small team of your most trusted men and accompany them to find my daughters. They are to be escorted home the moment you find them and to be guarded with your lives. I know they make a run through here before the disembark on one of their expeditions, if that scroll has left Equestria, I pray it is with them. If I need you back at the palace, I will notify you with this” He gave him an enchanted sphere linked to his magic “They are to be back here within the week.”
“Sir,” responded Kaid “Your daughters can easily fly faster than any of the Pegasi in the land AND they have a full day head start on us, there’s no way we can catch up to them.”
King Nova glared at him “They stop to sleep, that should give you plenty of time to catch up in a few days.”
He reluctantly obeyed “I understand my lord.”
“Good, you’re to be in the air in thirty minutes.” He turned to walk away.
“King Nova wait,” Kaid interjected
The King stopped and looked over his shoulder
“Which…” Kaid debated on whether or not he should ask any further about the current situation. ANY of the scrolls being taken meant the death of possibly thousands “Which of the scrolls was taken? Which seal of the ten Draconequus Lords was taken?”
King Nova turned away and muttered grimly “Excitium’s”