A Guild of Moonlit Shadows (A KOTLC FanFic)

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Sophie was silent as she rode on Ricin, Alexios silent behind her. The wind whistled about them, Ricin's wings flapping constantly and slowly as they cruised above the clouds.

"We are royals." Alexios started.

"Yup." Sophie popped.

It was silent for a moment longer before Sophie piped up, "What did she want to talk to you about?"
Kassandra asked that she be alone with Alexios near the very end of their visit. Sophie could not hear anything past the wall of rock about their conversation.

"She just asked about what has happened to our family after all these years." He replied, picking at the skin surrounding his nail beds. Sophie nodded, turning back to the sky in front of her with nothing more to it.

But she knew he was lying.

Alexios had nothing else to say. Nothing he could say.
"What do you think we are going to find when we get there? To the Throat of the World?" He asked.

Sophie shook her head, gripping the reins. Her Spartans have been all alone, defending the Ancient Vatarians while Sophie strolled about and took all the time in the world.

"Carnage." No hope in cherry coating it. There was one thing that Vincenzo made clear. He razed anyone who defied him to the ground.

"Great." Alexios grumbled.

It was silent again, forcing Sophie's mind back to things she tried to push away. All this time, all this damn time, the Morretti family were royal. And the main reason Vincenzo executed and hunted down the Morrettis was that his family wanted the royal title. Everything was changing fast, and she couldn't keep up. Cyrah was a spy; Blur was a spy; they had three artifacts while the Neverseen had none.
Eira was close to being found out, Halvar was under the control of the Neverseen, and now Kassandra was under threat.
What was the future of her Assassins after this? What will happen to everything she has built?

"There they are." Alexios pointed to the small group of ships, who all waved to her. Ricin dived for the deck of the main ship, the sailors scrambling out of the way.

Sophie and Alexios slid off the back of the dragon, who sneezed and snorted at the strong salty air. Sophie thought of beginning to hear the reports and thoughts of her men. Still, the heavy smog settling over the sea due to the approaching island made her just stare at the horizon. Her great aunt was on that island, along with thousands of ancient Vatarians. The Elders gave Vincenzo everything he needed, and now what? If Vincenzo, and thus the Neverseen, get their hands on Kassandra, it is practically game over.

"Soph," a familiar hand slid around her waist, giving her a calming squeeze. Sophie looked at Ruy with a gentle smile, finally looking away from the fiery blaze on the horizon. Ruy took a deep breath and held her tight, "How many do you think are..." Ruy couldn't finish.

How many of her Spartans and innocent Vatarians are dead? "Too many."

Ruy held her tighter. His breath was ragged. He finally got his robes fitted over his Dunmer armor and wings, the blue stones and polished plates of armor glinting against the blue fabric of vatarian make.

"When are you going home?" Sophie asked, smiling up at him.

Ruy perked an eyebrow, "When you do."

"I mean to visit your father. To see your people." The Dunmer kingdom then.

Ruy sighed, "They have been calling me the Lost Prince."

Sophie snorted, slapping a hand over her mouth when he whipped his head to her. Ruy glared as she composed herself, asking through quivering lips, "Is that so?"