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“Before I start, were are you from?”
Joaquin was specking this question, he been planning everything out except for one part, Grigori’s childhood attitude. He was bound to ask more.

“From the Royal Kingdom of England.” he said as sweat drop down his face.

“No kingdom I ever heard from.” said Grigori pondering. “But father talked about kingdoms beyond the sea, which neither him nor us have ever visit.”

“Yes one of those!” said Joaquin smiling, once again lady luck was in his side.

“Would you like me explain what is going then?” said Grigori.

Joaquin nodded in silence.

“My father was ruler of all this kingdoms you see before you’re self until one day he didn’t continue---”

The strange black knight who’s helmet radiated with light came bursting through the doors.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!!!” he shouted over and over again well running, his helmet resemble a bucket, in now up-close Joaquin could see that the light came from his mouth and eyes that eradiated a sulfuric red-glow.

“Nash what the Hell are you doing here? And just what going on?” said Grigori raising an eyebrow.

“Your Majesty the arsonist capital Feuer is outside, he is fighting Norman and Allick.” Nash was flinging his hands like a maniac, one of them nearly hit Joaquin.

Grigori move only but an inched and he was immediately block by Nash, who had the audacity of graving him and kneeling down.

“Forgive me your Majesty but I can’t allow you to go outside with a maniac like him.” he stud up, at the same time Joaquin was thinking of how he could talk of maniacs when Nash had look like one for nearly fifteen minutes.

“Joaquin do you know how to use one of this?” he said given him a fine rapier.
It my time to shine he thought to himself, it was know or never. He had one quick look at the rapier before swinging it‘s light-silver blade was comfortable in his hand, an exotic jewel incrusted in the Spanish Cup type hilt, given the blade a mythical aura.

They burst through the golden door, Joaquin turn his head only last time to see Grigori, he could tell that the anxiety inside was killing him, but been a king he had to keep himself out the line of danger.

It was chaos! The arsonist capital Feuer had was confronting several paranormal knights, even more of them lay unconscious in the floor.

“We need to wait for Jack! NO what you doing!” shouted Nash, as he saw that Joaquin jumped in the mush pit of knight who were circling Feuer and hitting him with all available weaponry.

Nothing was affecting Feuer who wore a full suit of silver armor that radiated an incandescent aura, causing the paranormals to not wish to push their luck.

Joaquin knew well that fighting Feuer would only increase the casualties, instead he looked around for an alternative, and then it hit him. “Excuse me!” he shouted running at the paranormal he seen earlier, the half lit, woman.

“Yes…?” she said trying to hide in the shadows of castle.

“Oh, were are my manners. I’m Joaquin Claremont, and you are?” he saying trusting his hand forward.

She observed his hand as if never before in her life she seen one.

“I’m Tatyana.” she said with convincing yet sadden voice, well stretching her hand.

She had beautiful straight black hair, with jade green eyes. Her right side which remain unaffected by the searing flames was cover in old chainmail and dusty old dress.