Thread: (Middie) Legacy of Mana (Devvx)

The prince had been searching around in the hold, trying his best to ignore the sounds of the battle around him and the nagging depression that tugged away at the pit in his stomach, his parents were both just murdered and the city he had watched from the palace windows was burning. Rolan stifled a sniffle and tried to keep his composure, the urge to just break down was great but he realized he had to be strong.. Many thoughts ran through his head, many worries that his life would still end despite the sacrifice of all those who had given their lives so he could escape, including his mother and father. Rolan wondered what would happen if he was captured by the Roth, would they pardon him or slay him on the spot? The young man wondered if the invaders were trying to exterminate the royal line. Rolan shuddered he wondered if they would make sure he suffered or if it would painless. The young prince shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts of his own demise from his mind. He looked around the hold of the ship, taking in what he could in the dim light of the room. With all his worries Rolan couldn't help but wonder who this ship belonged to. Inside the hold were many odd things, treasures and pieces of newer technology. Rolan gingerly reached out and touched one crystalline object, running his fingers along it, to his surprise it reacted to his own mana, picking up a faint glow, sparks of blue energy dancing in the center of it. The young prince smiled softly to himself, it was almost like in the story books, and perhaps this ship belonged to traders of artifacts or collectors? Rolan carefully watched the object, smiling to himself faintly it was warm to the touch and glowed when he touched it. He drew his hand away from the device when he heard a noise, the ship was moving, and he could hear people talking. The prince almost leapt from his skin when he heard something heavy land behind him, his eyes going wide before he spun to face the woman who had jumped down behind him. She had a sword in her hand and was pointing the thing at him! Rolan's body seized up, his hands instinctively rising to shield himself from an assault, but she was much too fast and the young man soon found the tip of her blade at his throat. His hands moved into a position of surrender, had the Roth followed him to this place? Rolans eyes squeezed shut and he swallowed hard. The sharp tip of the blade was cold against the tender flesh of the young prince's throat. He felt a sharp pinprick of pain and then the wet, warm sensation of his own blood flowing down his neck, a droplet of the blood dropping to the wooden floor of the hold. Rolan swallowed hard, listening to the voice of the woman holding the sword. Rolan guessed he wasnt dead quite yet but what the woman said still scared him. He couldnt understand what she meant, sneaking onto the ship, he was just seeking passage! Rolan took a breath and gathered the courage to regain his composure and defend him self. Rolan regained his composure and slowly opened his eyes, first his right eye, an orb sporting a blue color, then his right, this one a verdant shade of green. Rolan's eyes were brightly colored, they glinted in the faint light and betrayed how afraid that the young man was at that moment despite possessing a hint of the princes strength. Rolan I was not trying to sneak into the ship! Rolan protested despite the sword to his neck, his voice clearly frightened despite his attempts to hide it. The docks were falling apart around me, I was just searching for the crew when you found me. In the faint light of the ships hold the young princes features were still mostly obscured, he looked beaten up, but it was clear he was no peasant, his hands were soft and lacked the calluses of a worker and his form was thin, lacking much muscle. Rolan picked out the shapes of the crew present in the ships hold, including the woman holding the sword, he stood no chance at an escape unless he could disable all of them, and even then the ship was in the air already, there was no way off. It was dark and he couldn't see crew members too well but he could pick out certain features of several of them. The princes hand ventured to his neck, wiping away a little bit of the blood from his tunics collar. He had seen his own blood before he had always been an energetic child and got into his fare share of trouble around the palace but this was different. Rolan stood his ground, ignoring the sword at his throat to the best of his ability. There were men out there who are trying to kill me, I needed to find somewhere safe to avoid being killed. I apologize for trespassing onto your vessel but I had little choice in that matter. Rolan allowed his resolve to strengthen him, he had to stay alive, he knew that if he did die, he would have not been the only one who would die the bloodline of the last Magi and the Archon would go with him. If the people who held him grew more aggressive he would try to protect himself as well as he could. He didnt get this far just to get killed for trespassing.