“I don’t get why we have to share this space,” a red haired man stated loudly as he eyed the silver haired prince across from him. “Last I checked, it was the Demon Clan that rules these parts.” He seemed so sure of himself, even though he was quite wrong.
Three young men were all situated in a small, but elegant horse drawn carriage. The first was larger than the other two, with wide shoulders and shimmering blue eyes that contrasted his dark red hair. The next was a rather well mannered, brown haired man who seemed quite bright and cheery. The last, a brooding, silver haired man who seemed absolutely bored.
“Only after you took it from the fae,” the brunette haired man replied, rolling his eyes. “And before that, they were a free country. If anything, this land belongs to the people.”
“Nobody cares about that, Xeik” the silver haired man replied. “The many kingdoms are at peace. The only reason we’re at this damned place is because if your dumb ass, Prince of Demons.”
“I do have a name,” Rhenakos replied haughtily. “You can use it, Lewis.”
“I’d much rather use your alternate title, Prince of Morons,” Lewis replied with a glare. “If you hadn’t opened your damned mouth at that meeting, we’d all be back at home relaxing instead of this…’field trip’.”
Xeik shrugged, “I dunno. I kind of like the idea of learning about the lost kingdom. Auclair was so ahead of its time.”
Lewis scoffed, leaning back in his seat. “I’d much rather hear about Rhenakos’ failed conquests than to hear about that dull city…”
This argument continued for quite some time, and soon the trio lost track of time. They were still going at it when the carriage stopped. Someone knocked on the window, and without waiting, the three men disembarked.
“Master Lewis, Master Rhenakos, and Master Xeik. I welcome you to the remains of Auclair.” The tall elf took a bow. “I do hope that your studies go well. Lord Llywellyn will be most pleased to hear that you have taken such an interest in the dig.”
“The dig?” Lewis and Rhenakos asked almost at the same time.
“Well, yeah,” Xeik replied. “The dig site to fine the remains of Auclair’s people. Quite a few artifacts have been discovered. Like a very powerful orb that generates a magical shield. Though, only certain people can wield it. It’s rumored that it’s tied to your bloodline.”
“What a nerd,” Rhenakos said under his breath.
“Let’s just get this over with…”
The elvish aide took another bow. “Right this way, then…”
They were led to a massive stone gate with elegant carvings. What was more impressive, though, was the meticulous dig site that was stationed around it. Numerous people of all races were moving about, and every so often one of them would claim a find, and most would hurry over to see what new object had been found.
Xeik was immediately enamoured. “It’s amazing! Look there! A vase!”
Lewis sighed, “How dull…” He was already looking for a way to escape. It was when Rhenakos tripped over a wire and nearly destroyed a table of artifacts when he saw his chance.
By the time Rhenakos and Xeik figured out he was missing, Lewis was already long gone…
—-
There was a massive tower on the opposite side of the dig site. It seemed to be one of the few solid structures left, though none had dared go near it should it decide to crumble. Lewis, of course, had no idea the state of it, and had no issue flying up to the ramparts to hide and relax.
He landed gracefully, and let his dark wings dissipate as he laid back and closed his eyes. No one would think to look for him here, so he had more than enough time for a nap.
