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Princess Anna ~
She slept for a little while until getting up slowly. Creeping over to the table and eating some crackers and fine wine. Anna never really ate much. She smiled some and looked over at David. Careful not to wake him.

Robin ~
He wandered around the lone forests. Thinking of something to do or someone to kill. Robin loaded his bow, arming it with Arrows. Robin smiled evily and stalked a couple people.

Felix sighed, no that wouldn't be fair. He wanted to help raise his son. Though a boy didn't really need their mother (he hadn't had his) he wanted David to have a mother. He looked at his feet and sighed. What to do... what to do...

Princess Anna ~
She heard barking and sent the guards down down to the front gates, and for them to bring Sam and Royce inside. Anna didn't allow them to come into her room because of pet dander. Anna smiled and thought of something. Anna looked at the ground as David started crying. She walked over and lifted him up. Changing his 'diaper?'.

OOC::// yeah, they had cloth diapers. But they did have diapers

Felix played with his knife. What to do? He sighed and glanced at all the unread documents on his desk. He sat up, frustrated. He started to read a paper, it made he angry that he couldn't concentrate, so his knife ended up sticking out of the desk, driven in at least five inches. He cursed silently.

OOC::// Ohhh okay
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Princess Anna ~
She smiled some more and fed him. She was a better mother than she would have ever thought she was. She looked over at the bed and sat criss cross on the end. Playing with David.

Felix rubbed his temples and sighed, he stood and pulled the knife out. He put it back in his boot and paced his room. He resolved to let everything play out. If he was still alive after the battle, he would talk with Anna, and if not. Well, no great loss there he supposed. The rebellion would have won. He wouldn't be needed.

Princess Anna ~
She played with David. Teaching him the basic words like, 'Hot. Mommy. Daddy. Puppy. Bye.' and so on. Anna yawned some and blew into David's stomach. Making his tummy ripple and making David laugh.

Felix sat on his bed and looked at the ceiling. He looked at it hard for a minute, he stood and reached up, the panel lifted up, he grinned. He pulled himself up and into his secret room. Only he knew about it. He walked to the table and on it was a safe. His money. He had yet to write his will. He wrote it out for his son, so when they searched his room after he died (if he did) they would find it. He knew that Anna would figure out the lock. It was 'Sirius'. He sat down in his chair and lit a candle.

Princess Anna ~
She smiled and listened to David's giggles. She yawned a little more and put David in a sash, she walked down and walked around town with David in the sash. His small cute face, attracting much attention.

OOC:// you mind if we skip till when Felix is going to attack?

OOC::// Not at all go right ahead :3
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Felix brandished two swords. One in each hand, years later he would be a legend for the fieght that he would pull off today. Then he would be known as the first Saxon, or the Saxon, or Saxon. The swords gleamed. The story went a little bit like this:


OCC:// I actually wrote this about a guy like him, it fits him perfectly, so here is the legend of Felix: (I'm sorry if it's too long...)

Saxon
The Man
With Blazing Swords

Saxon doesn’t fear death. He walks around the village, begging for a fight. He challenges every young man, to the duel. He sets them up and teaches them by their mistakes. In the art of the blade. Passing the tradition on from himself to the lads. When he passes me on the road, he cuts into my very soul with his brilliant green eyes. And smiles. Saxon is the master of the sword.

There are legends about him. They say he’s killed thousands. That he has no mercy. No compassion. The leader, leader of the armies, king of the battle, or at least until he refused to sacrifice another man. Cashed out, by the very man who had crowned him. Death was an unwanted companion. The ax was unbloodied. He stood up, it is said, and cast his blades through the executioner’s heart. His men loved him so much that they let him walk away. The men were his family, the only he ever had. They say that the first time he picked up a sword; it was like the marriage of the cool steel of the pommel, and the warm softness of his young skin. The sword only an extension of the reach of his arm.

Men travel for miles to challenge his skill. The prowess he displayed in the duel. Oftentimes, they attacked from behind, lending him no opportunities. He would act and turn on them, swords cutting the very air itself, blazing in the sun. During the duel, men provoked him, but he never took the bait, calm as the deep forest. His cloak and long white beard flying with each strike of the metal against metal.

He’d let the children hold his swords. Knowing that they loved the glittering pommels and the serrated edges of the blades, like the edge of a steak knife, but a knife meant to dig into the flesh of men. A man so plain. Who wears only leather, never a piece of armor or helm. Who only ate the dried, jerky of the deer. A man so very cold on the outside, but kind on the inside. As children, we would gather around him and listen in awe as he told us stories. Sitting in his lap, we would bury our heads in his chest, for he smelled of the outside world. Fresh. Adventurous. And touch the course hair of his beard. We grew up, in the shadow of his skill and power. He never has grown ‘old.’ Saxon, a man, who is the keeper of justice. And death.


Felix lifted his swords and lifted his arms. "Charge." he said and whooped a battle cry, charging the city.

Princess Anna ~
She smiled at David in the bedroom. She was so much in love with the little guy. She smiled and giggled at him. Tickling his stomach. Anna heard the battle cry slightly but ignored it. Thinking it was kids playing.

Scores upon scores of men kicked their horses after their lone king. Felix was brandishing his silver armor and he pushed the face protecting part of his helm over his face. The face slits lent him his only vision. Sirius's legs ate up ground hungrily. He didn't held the reigns, guiding the big black with this slightest pressure of his thighs. His swords were raised. The castle was before him and now, even the walls couldn't stop him.

Princess Anna ~
The whole city had gathered outside to witness this war. Men readied their arms but it was far to later. Women ran in every direction. Locking doors and windows behind themselves. Children cried. Anna peered out of her window as she saw what was being held before her. She gasped and put David in the crib. She rushed over to the door and pushed her dresser in front of it. Running over and grabbing a blanket. Grabbing David and hiding in the closet.