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Aculon War
The roars of endless warriors at the battlefield fill the grounds of snow as the year-long war against the current administration of Aculon continues for the umpteenth time of the week. Many more men and women drop to their knees in defeat as they take their final breath in those moments.
The smoke that surrounds the area grows thicker and thicker with each explosion that is set off. Ender pants as he takes a step forward, his body slightly limping. The feathers of his wings were torn apart a bit, and a few would fall at each step he took. He hisses in pain as he takes a tight grip on his left hand.
A person would run to him every once in a while, charging an attack, Ender would simply counter it easily. How long will they have to keep this up? How long until Ender has to keep fighting until it’s finally over? Until he’s finally satisfied?
Perhaps the satisfaction will come when the Emperor is to be slain in his hands; no one else should take that moment from him. He’ll simply kill those who will interfere.
“Burney.” Ender heaves in a whisper with tears and with widened eyes. The Prince was blood thirsty; it was quite an awful feeling. His chest had tightened at the memory. His eyes shut for a moment, only for a moment.
He hadn’t spared a single defender of Aculon, not a single one out there. He grits his teeth before he jabs the same weapon, a claymore, he’s been using for a year now to murder everyone who opposes him and his act for freedom.
Oh, how he detests every one of these people. How he detests them for hiding Elanuelo somewhere, he could be anywhere right now. His best bet…
Ender looks up at the Iron Torch, built a year ago. Preparations for this specific build started nearly two years ago now. It wasn’t easy to get in there; however, guards patrolled the area and even if he did manage to… Elanuelo simply would escape immediately, hiding somewhere else.
A coward. That’s how he viewed Elanuelo as. He couldn’t even fight or fend for his glorious Empire. He wasn’t anything more than just that. No matter, Ender detests Aculon just as much and plans to burn it to the ground. That or take over it; however, he’s not too fond of dealing with a nation like Aculon.
From where he stood, he continued to stare at the torch, barely being able to see people fighting from there. Ender took a deep breath before he lifted his wings by themselves, before grounding them on the ground. He takes his stance as he prepares for the flight, despite his wings being partially broken. No matter if he despised them or not, they were useful; he couldn’t argue with that.
It’s for Burney. It’s for Burney.
He inhales once more and begins a strong flap of his wings.
“This victory will be mine.” He thinks. He has to. Ender’s cause will be for nothing if he dies in this moment. He has to end this once and for all.
It would be for the better.
And it was; by the end of the day, Ender made good on his promise. Ender’s sword was sharply placed through Elanuelo’s chest. The Prince could only stare at what he had done. The two of them were across the abandoned and broken hallway of the Castle, Ender had previously chased him there. The same place where Elanuelo had raised him. The same place Ender grew up without an ounce of love from either of his fathers.
At least one of them isn’t cruel.
And there lay the cruel one on the debris floor. Ender had placed his heel on top of Elanuelo’s stomach, crushing down on it. He could hear his father coughing up blood and hissing in his final moment.
Ender couldn’t help but admire his own achievement. The war was finally over. He had thought, and then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Ender…” A voice of his lover.
Ender pauses in his train of thought. He wanted to look back at the other, but couldn’t. As if he wasn’t satisfied yet. As if he wanted more. His entire cause was built around ending Elanuelo’s legacy, spent most of his time planning his schemes, laying out strategies. He planned it all yet… the result wasnt satisfying, wasn’t enough.
“Ender,” Softer this time.
He clutched his other hand as he left the sword stabbed through his father’s corpse. His heel still pressed down on the other’s stomach. The light in his pupils slowly faded away as he stared down into Elanuelo’s face. Cold and dead.
“Ender.”
Without hesitation, he dropped himself on top of Elanuelo’s stomach, the hand that was on his shoulder earlier left his touch as he had grabbed the same claymore sword from its handle, pulling it out of the body he had left it in.
“Fucking—” he hisses outloud, not in pain, but anger, “Die—!” he pushes back the sharp part of his sword into Elanuelo’s body. “Die-! Die… Die…—Fucking die!” he screams, tears from his eyes formed and crawled down on his cheeks. It burnt and it hurt on a part of his face, he could hear the sizzle as it falls. Ender's lips curled up in a smile, and his pupils had widened.
“S- shit-!” He heard someone drop beside him and tried to get him off of Elanuelo, but Ender wouldn’t budge; he even pushed the other harshly. “Ender!” he could hear the person yell in concern and pain.
Ender resumes jabbing Elanuelo’s cold and lifeless body over and over and over and over again, with no signs of stopping anytime soon. Ender’s grin kept growing more and more until echoes of his laughter filled the quiet halls of Aculon.
But then, suddenly, a snap from the side was heard. He stopped, eyes still big as he turned to look at the intruder. Ender’s smile dropped. His hand had gripped the sword even more as he saw who it was.
Ender hisses at them, “You—”
“P- Prince Ender…?! Oh- Fuck-” the man from the door stumbled back as he began to retreat, bolting out the entrance of the castle immediately.
Ender quickly pulled his sword back out and slowly stood up in pain from where he was sitting. He looks at the other man who was with him, “Get… Get Turkey!”
Ender says in attempts of trying to stand up properly, but his leg would limp as he did so. The other man with him tried to guide and help him to stand up. He could hear the other’s concern as he tried to tell Ender not to move any longer. The Crowned Prince didn’t listen, not a single time.
He struggled at each step but wouldn’t stop his chase for the man he had detested over the years, the man who had ruined everything for him. He had a tight grip on the handle of his sword, and he caught his breath. He could see the other person from a distance.
“Turkey, you fucking coward—!” he yells with a wide grin. Ender was so close to him; it was only a few more steps. Turkey was nearing shore. Not on Ender’s watch, he’d get out. He’ll get him and his head; he’ll hang it somewhere.
After everything I’ve been through.
Ender could only smile even more as he was nearing the other; his eyes could only widen with excitement.
“Ender…?” He hears a familiar voice call for him. It was shaky, and it sounded nervous. He turned to look in the direction of the voice, only to see a frightened face from someone whom he cares for.
Ender’s smile dropped, as well as his sword. It clashed against the ground as he stared into the other person. He then took a step forward to them, moving his hand out to reach the other.
“F- Fluixon—”
—
And Emperor Ender killed the deceased Emperor Elanuelo. His other father, the Emperor’s Consort at the time, Crow had left Aculon with his own family, Duke Turkey and their child Cynikka. They are known as traitors of this Nation. Emperor Ender had released an order to bring them back dead or alive if they were seen by Aculon officials. Young Prince Fluixon left not long after, however, separated from any family. The young prince was known to be by Emperor Ender’s side as they were young; out of fear, he left. In the abandoned castle of Aculon, Emperor Ender was left alone. Devastated with the outcome, yet he did nothing but stand up and move forward. It was for his act, a cause, an end of his father’s tyranny. It was what he believed in, what is right. Even if it costed lives of people. And even if it costs his loved ones to leave him—
“That’s just upsetting!” A kid yells in devastation and frowns. He clutched onto his blanket that was draped over his body.
The older one smiles softly. It was a sad one, however, “It is, my boy.” The look of regret was displayed on his face.
“I don’t like this story…” The kid’s frown dropped even more. “Does he end up being happy, Papa?” he tilts his head in curiosity.
His father smiled, showing signs of hope, “You already know the answer to that, my boy, Sidefall.” he says as he closes the book that he was holding while reading the story to his son. He moves himself up near Sidefall’s upper body and presses a kiss on his forehead.
Sidefall giggled at the kiss, “Papa, stop it!” He moved a hand to his forehead and rubbed the spot of his father’s affection, seemingly wanting to erase it.
“Ah, does my boy not like his papa’s kisses anymore? How upsetting…” Sidefall’s father laughed a bit before he properly tucked the boy in his bed. His father then stood up from his bed, moving to the bookshelf to return the book.
The boy on the bed hums as he pulls a stuffed toy beside him closer to his body. He pressed it against his chest in a warm embrace as he watched his father walk around in his room.
“I wish you would read me stories every night, Papa.” Sidefall confesses in a soft voice; his father could hear it.
Sidefall’s father turned around to look at him, a sad smile displayed on his face, “I’m sorry, my boy. I do as well. I’ll find more time to, alright?”
Sidefall nodded his head at that, but he didn’t smile back; he only stared at his father. And then Sidefall opens his mouth and says something rather unexpected.
“Will father ever remember me?”
Sidefall’s father didn’t say a word as he reached for the door, about to leave the room. He pauses for a minute or two before he finally turns the doorknob to open the door.
“Good night, Sidefall.” He says, not answering the question that was asked of him. “Sleep well, my boy.”
The man leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. He makes sure it’s locked and shut tight before he presses his back against it and wallows where he stands as he places both palms of his hands on his face. He only removes them when he hears someone passing by and greeting him.
“Your highness.” The Baron that passes by says and bows, “Something troubling you?”
The man stared at him and shook his head, “No– No, thank you.” He smiled at the other, reassuring them.
The Baron nodded before turning around and walking away. The man sighs before he walks in the opposite direction. He makes his way in the halls of New Aculon Castle. It was quiet after all, it was nighttime. He arrives outside a door to a room and knocks before he opens the door.
The room reveals a huge office and another person sitting at a desk. They seemed to be sketching. The man smiled from the doorway and shut the door behind him. He makes his way towards the other person, who seems so stressed out.
He stands next to the other person and grabs their attention by turning them around to face them. He kneels in front of them and takes the other’s palm, moving forward to press a soft kiss on the back of it.
“My Emperor…” he smiles against the skin of the other as he moves his eyes up to them, who seems to be doing the same.
“Consort Legacy.” Emperor Ender softly says as he moves his now unoccupied left hand towards Legacy’s cheek, placing the palm against the other’s soft skin.
The feathers of Legacy’s tail began to bob as a sign of contentment, “Have I caught your attention?”
Ender softly caresses Legacy’s cheeks, “You have… How cheeky.” The emperor sighs, tilting his head to the side as he looks down at Legacy.
Legacy grinned at him, “Only for you.” He presses one more kiss against Ender’s back hand, a promise.
The Emperor’s cheeks showed a hint of pink colour fading on them at the second kiss this time. He moves his pupil away, avoiding eye contact with Legacy.
Legacy looks at the other in awe. He then slowly stands up from where he was kneeling, pulling Ender up from his seat.
“Legacy—”
“You’re working too much, my love.” Legacy says, a hint of worry in his voice, “Take a break, won’t you?”
‘I wouldn’t want you to spiral again’, Legacy thought in his mind. His thought alone. Saying it out loud will make Ender hysterical. The wings that were on his back had decided to fluff up a bit. Ender probably noticed.
“How am I to? There are too many things to finish, Legacy.” Ender’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Legacy. It’s the stare that Ender will always show Legacy when he is frustrated.
Legacy shook his head, “You will finish them later, no?” he hums as he pulls Ender in an embrace in his arms, his wings surrounding the emperor as well in the embrace in case the other tries to squirm his way out.
He knows Ender loves his wings and the way they comfort him so much. Legacy wants nothing more than to bring comfort to his husband.
“Legacy…” Ender whispers, placing his face on the other’s chest, “Are you securing me so I do not escape?”
“Oh my love, you’ve caught me.” Legacy grins and chuckled, he moves to kiss the crown of Ender’s head. “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart,” he pleads to Ender, and he could feel the other hum with a nod. Legacy could only sigh in relief.
He didn’t freak out at all this time. Legacy’s glad.
—
“Ender, please—” Legacy softly pleads with the other man in front of him, who was clearly out of his mind and had finally lost it. He had tightly gripped the hands of the emperor, who immediately pulled away and pushed Legacy harshly.
“No! How- how dare you?!” Ender's eyes twitch as he watches Legacy stumble back, “You- The fuck do you mean ‘drop everything’?!”
“Honey… I didn’t mean it like—”
“No-! No! You’re fucking trying to—” Ender’s eyes widen as he moves his hand up to slick his hair back as he grins at Legacy in frustration, “Are you trying to fucking- put me out of my position?!”
“That’s– that’s not at all what I meant!” Legacy frowns as he shook his head, stepping back towards Ender, “I just wanted you to—”
“What?!” Ender laughs a while, “To ‘take a break’, what will they think if they hear their Emperor just lazing around, Legacy?! Are you even thinking?”
“Ender—”
“What? Do you want people conspiring against me?”
Legacy stepped closer to Ender, “No! I–”
Ender then opens his mouth to scream at Legacy, “Stay away from me!” Then Ender runs off to their room. Isolating himself from Legacy.
Fuck.
—
The Mad Emperor grew hysterical upon the absence of his family, upon the disappearance of the man he resented for ruining his family, Former Duke Turkey, known to have fallen in love with Former Consort of Emperor Elanuelo, Aculon or “OutLyingCrow.” The Emperor was deeply upset when no traces of him were reported; however, he was more torn over another loss. Emperor ItzzEnder was mostly known for being overprotective of his little brother, Prince Fluixon. The young prince’s absence broke and tore him apart; even with his lover’s presence, he felt unsatisfied. He wondered for so long what he had done to the young prince. He sent several officials to track the young prince’s location, but he spent too long finding Fluixon. He had forgotten his duties as an Emperor; his Consort was left to be focused on that. The Emperor had also forgotten a few more important details in his life as he continued the spiral over the loss of his dearly beloved little brother. He had forgotten the existence of his own little boy, young Prince Sidefall. His Consort did do his best to make the emperor recall, to no avail. Under the new administration, Aculon hadn’t changed for the better, not one bit. In fact, supplies had decreased, and Emperor Ender hadn’t done anything about that until later on. Until he finally put aside locating his little brother, with his consort’s endless persuasion. The Emperor was finally focused on New Aculon, now caught up in his empire.
“Papa left so many details,” Sidefall says with a frown, as he looks up to look at the older man reading the story beside him. “Your story is more detailed, Uncle Thomas!”
Thomas lifts a brow and closes the book. He shuts his eyes and frowns, “Did he now?”
“Mhmm…” Sidefall nodded his head as he watched Thomas place the book on his lap. “Your story is more sad though…”
The older man only sighed as he opened his eyes, “Are you certain that you’re fine with hearing this story, Sidefall? It’s not really…” Thomas begins and pauses, “I don’t think you’d like it or be able to handle it, Sidefall.”
Sidefall shook his head, “No! No! I can handle it!” He grins for a while before it drops, “Besides… It’s the closest… I have heard about father…” he frowns, “He’s not a good person, is he…?”
Thomas didn’t reply, not immediately. It was hard to tell the boy what he had thought about Ender’s rule as the current Emperor. For one, Thomas doesn’t agree with anything Ender’s doing or has done; he cares little for his people, even known to resent them. He’s also aware that he wanted everyone in the empire dead at some point, though that is a rumour. How he handles the nation is also not at all what an Emperor should do. It’s kind of strange how it’s said that Ender wanted Elanuelo dead to give freedom for Aculon and its people, however… Ender’s the same; dare Thomas admit that he’s worse? He won’t say that out loud, though. Many citizens in Aculon are even more neglected than that. Sure, Legacy’s present, though he’s too focused on dealing with Ender’s mental state.
“It-” he sighs, as he answers, “It really depends on how you view what’s good or what’s bad, Sidefall.”
Sidefall tilts his head, “What do you think then?”
Thomas remains silent, now for a really long time. His brows furrowed. He didn’t really want Sidefall to think his father is a bad person, or be the reason for Sidefall to think ill of Ender; he also doesn’t want to sugarcoat or praise Ender’s actions, at all.
“Hm.” Thomas looks at the ceiling, “I think… he could use a little improvement. Don’t you think?
“Yeah! I don’t like how he wasn’t paying attention to this nation…” Sidefall frowns, “And he killed his father…” he moves his head to look away from Thomas, and his frown remains, “Thomas, why do you think father… doesn’t remember me…?”
Thomas sighs and looks down at Sidefall, “It might have something to do with what he had experienced before and his mind… can’t properly process. Nothing you should worry about, alright, Fall?” Thomas smiles at him.
Sidefall nodded, and Thomas couldn’t help but frown immediately. He moves his hand to the other’s head and ruffles his hair as a way to comfort.
“Hey, I’m here for you, Fall… always, alright?” Thomas says in a comforting tone, he softly smiles at Sidefall as the young boy looks back in his direction.
Side stares at him with a hint of hope and fondness in his eyes. Fond of Thomas, he knew how much the younger boy appreciated his presence.
Sidefall nods at Thomas, “Yes…” he slightly smiles.
“Now, now.” Thomas slowly stands from Sidefall’s bed, “You must rest now, wouldn’t want the monster to… eat you!” he tries and attempts to scare Sidefall, but the boy just starts laughing.
“I’m not five anymore!” Sidefall giggles, “That won’t work on me!”
Thomas lets out a soft laughter, “Tuck yourself in?” he asks, and Sidefall nods, “Alright, Good Night, mischievous little boy,” he says, walking towards the door and flipping the switch off.
“Good Night, Uncle Thomas!” Sidefall yells, he could hear a soft yawn coming from the little boy.
Thomas couldn’t help but smile. He moves a hand to the doorknob and turns it, pushing the door open. He exits the room and shuts the door behind him. He sighs in relief before turning around to see someone leaning against the wall, arms crossed, as if waiting for him. Thomas’s eyebrows furrowed as he frowned.
“Legacy.” Thomas places his hands on his hips as he lifts an eyebrow, glaring at the other. “What are you doing here?”
The other had chuckled a bit at Thomas’s question, “Was wondering what little Crowned Prince Thomas was doing.”
Thomas grits his teeth in frustration, “Do not call me that.”
—
“Thomas should be my heir,” Ender spoke as he sat down at the end of the dinner table. At the other end, it was Legacy, sitting across the Emperor.
Thomas had sat by a seat nearer Legacy’s side. He turns his head to Ender in confusion, “What?”
Ender’s hands were placed on the sides of his empty plate. “I need a heir. However, I do not have a child.”
The younger brunette looked even more confused now, “But—”
Legacy immediately cuts him off, “I think Thomas would be honoured to.” he speaks up as he cuts his steak with a knife. He showed a smile towards Ender.
Ender nods, “I think it rather fits… I trust Thomas enough to be the heir. He’s fit for Aculon.” The Emperor mutters as he smiles back at Legacy. “Aculon needs to be in future generations.”
Legacy nods in agreement, “It does and I'm sure Thomas will lead our nation well.”
Thomas dropped his fork and knife on top of his plate, his steak left unfinished. He stands up and excuses himself from the room. He could hear his big brother protest that he hadn't finished his meal, and it was rude to, but he didn't bother looking back. His question was left unanswered.
Though it really didn't take too long after for him to know. Ender had forgotten all about Sidefall, or the memory of having a son. When Thomas asked Legacy how that happened, he didn’t receive a response.
—
Second Aculon War
Two men clashed their swords together during another battle in a prolonged war. Longer than the prior one. A second Aculon war, under the new administration. A four-year-long war this time.
Thomas had heavily panted in tiredness as he had to block the following slash by the other person, oh fuck it, Legacy. Every hit towards him was through aggression. He could feel it, as if Legacy intended to hurt Thomas.
Thomas’s brows had only furrowed further, in frustration and in a tingle of uneasiness as he felt sick to his stomach upon this revelation. Of course, Legacy will stand by Ender’s side no matter what. It frightens him how opposite and polar they are despite growing up… no… they didn’t grow up together.
Thomas pulls his sword back as he pants even more, staring at Legacy in his eyes. He could see the look in his eyes. His determined look on it. The way his wings were spread out covered the Emperor, who was kneeling to the ground behind him.
“Legacy,” he speaks up, “You know it’s harder to fight with your wings out.” Thomas scoffs, pointing the sharp edge of the sword directly toward him.
“Stand down, Thomas.” Legacy glares at him, “Why are you doing this?” he takes his fighting stance, while guarding and protecting the man he loves behind him. It’s sweet, Thomas thinks, it’s lovely that no matter how fucked up a person becomes, someone out there will still love them. It was sweetly disgusting.
Thomas laughs for a second as he doesn't find the situation funny, but the question he did find useless, “That’s a stupid question,” he responds to Legacy.
It was silent for a moment as Legacy slightly bends his knees, “You won’t kill me. We’re brothers.”
The tone of Thomas’s voice drastically changes, “I didn’t intend to kill you, but then…” he steps forward, closer to Legacy, closer to the other’s face. “The look in your eyes screams that you want to kill me” he lifts the hand that he had gripped on a sword, and points it to the hidden man behind Legacy’s wings, “For him.”
Legacy didn’t speak a single word after that and let Thomas say his words to him. As if he believed they were his final.
Thomas huffs as he smiles in pain, “You’re no better than him, brother.”
And that was the final straw; Legacy threw himself towards Thomas as they clashed into another fight.
“Isn’t it quite poetic?” Thomas says his face was neutral. He wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t frowning either; it was as if he had to do it, not out of resentment, not out of hatred. It was what he believed was right. “The Emperor is always killed by his crowned prince.”
Thomas had his weapon pointed at the other’s neck, not yet slicing the other’s delicate skin. Ender was lying on the ground, staring up at Thomas, with a small grin.
“You’re no better than I am.” Ender speaks with a smile, mocking Thomas’s words before, “And you killed your brother along. How familiar.” He chuckled. It was sick, Thomas felt sick hearing it.
Thomas opens his mouth, “Never-” he speaks, “Never compare myself to you.” he mutters, “Because Ish knows… I’ve spared you too much through this,” is what Thomas says.
“You will be Emperor after this.” Ender says as he chuckles, “You’d like to go as mad as well? Would you like to have history repeat itself?”
Thomas shakes his head, “That is where you are wrong.” he presses the sharp edge of the sword, barely. Not yet. “Aculon doesn’t need to be in future generations.”
Did you even care about Aculon, Ender? Or did you just want to be known as a “saviour”?
Ender looks at Thomas one last time, before he closes his eyes, “My pocket,” he chuckled, as he turned his head to look at where Legacy was lying. Thomas has left his body there after being stabbed once in the chest. Thomas could see the emperor frown from there. Who could blame him anyway?
Thomas prepares himself to make it quick and painless, just like Legacy’s. “I promise to take care of Sidefall,” he whispers, barely audible, but the widened pupils in Ender’s eyes were enough for him to know that he heard it. He quickly slits his sword across Ender’s throat deeply.
Thomas watches the last remaining light from Ender’s eyes disappear, if there were any left at all to begin with. The deceased Emperor’s body then becomes lifeless and meaningless, like everything at death. Thomas couldn’t help but now frown at the sight; he hadn’t wanted this to begin with.
Now, he feels just like how Ender was. However… the war was too long, four years… too many lives were exchanged for this, and Thomas can’t help but blame himself. This is how wars end, Tyrants dying, whether he likes it or not, whether he agrees to it or not.
Death is just an easy way out from the consequences you’ve made when you were alive. How unfair that was bestowed upon both Ender and Legacy. But Thomas couldn't bring himself… to stoop down lower.
He couldn't, because in the end, he cared about the two no matter what. No matter how much he detests Ender. Though it was especially Legacy; He was his big brother after all.
Then a voice rings in Thomas’s head, “My pocket” he hears Ender's voice. He turns to look at Ender’s lifeless body. Thomas drops to one knee and scrambles his hands around to check all of Ender’s pockets. He then felt paper from the inside of his coat’s pocket, and he grabbed and pulled it out.
It was an envelope, properly sealed, and addressed to… a person, not a location.
Ah.
—
It’s been months, no, a year, since the last war happened. New settlements began in the new Islands, and Thomas had been recruited by Luminara’s President, 3BelowZero, as a Vice President, given his experience. He promises the President to honour and serve Luminara.
Given how busy he is, he hasn't done “the thing” yet. Though the lingering feeling never leaves him as guilt of not being able to do it rushes through his mind.
So, on a day he wasn't as busy, he had asked 3BelowZero for a day off. Luckily, the president trusts him enough and believes it's for something important and allows Thomas to be free for the day.
Today is the day he'll be able to do it. So, Ender stops haunting his dreams. Even as the Emperor dies, he stays in his mind, doesn't he? Thomas is getting sick of it.
So he ventured outside of Luminara, with a persistent Sidefall following behind him. The boy never leaves his side whenever he can. He doesn't blame him when Thomas is all he has by now.
Now, given the information he knows about this, his destination is not too far. He only hopes it's the right location, only asking around about the details.
And finally, Thomas arrives at the Cass Coalition. He could hear Sidefall’s giddy voice as he visited a place he hadn't seen before. It doesn't really catch interest towards Thomas, especially the horrendous buildings he saw, which they just passed by now. He could feel his spine shivering.
They continue to walk through the nation and finally see what he's looking for. A van, good. He looks up to see… a maple leaf flag… good.
Then, someone familiar steps outside the van. “Oh-?” he could hear the other say, “Micro, we have a customer,” he calls for his friend from the inside.
Thomas opens his mouth and quickly shuts off the other, “No-!”
The man by the van’s entrance suddenly turns to look at Thomas. A frown hinted on his face. “No?”
Thomas pauses his words, clears his throat, and shakes his head. “No, I’m not here for that.” he takes a step forward, “Are you Fluixon, the previous Second Prince of Aculon?” Thomas asks.
The other flinches at the title and doesn't say a word. Not at all, even as Thomas gives him a few minutes to.
Thomas sighed. He begins to properly introduce himself, “I am Thomas5200, Vice President of Luminara.” He moves and shuffles around his pockets, and takes the letter he had been keeping for a year now. He moves his hand up and shows Fluixon, “I have a letter for you.”