FantasiesEscape

The phantom hovered ahead, always out of reach, face forever blurred in a flickering state like flames, never commiting to one identity. Hunter, Quin and Diana watched it's form as it shifted in place, lazily floating but oddly silent.

"You claim to bring us our greatest fears to taunt us!" Diana shouted, leaning forward, eyes narrowed. Hunter grabbed for her arm but she shook loose and stalked forward, eyes locked on the red ghosts ever shifting face. "Yet what you lay at our feet is our greatest achievements! We slayed the Taken King! We slaughtered his daughters and murdered his son! We tore down the Eliskni Houses and hunted their Kells!"

She could feel the heat of anger, the rise of flame and pride swell inside her as she continued, "We took back what was stolen from us by Gaul and proved that WE are the CHOSEN!" She was yelling now, her voice echoing eerily off the black walls and stones. "We destroyed the Scorn, stalked the Barons and executed the Awoken Prince! We looked into the maw of Riven and walked away!"

The phantom didn't shift away as she took one step closer, "To some, these ghosts you bring back might still invoke fear, but to us--" she clutched her ghosts shell to her chest, gone silent, but the normally blue eye shinning the same red as the phantom, "you simply remind us of how low we once where. How far we have come. And present us a new challenge to overcome!"

Once again she took a step forward, staring into the flickering face of the silent, taunting phantom in the shape of a nameless Hunter. Her next words came as a scream of battle, a promise of war to come.

"With every 'resurrection', you remind us why WE. ARE. LEGEND!"

“Milady Astra,” Vicorian purred, dipping down into an overly flourished bow, flipping his cape out to his side to draw attention to it. “Still will you not accept my marriage offer?”

“What?” Lenel laughed with disbelief from behind Astra, glancing over to Ranon who watched through narrowed eyes. “He can’t be serious?”

“Oh but I am,” Vicorian straightened himself and shrugged, “I’ve been crazy for Astra since we were children.”

“You tormented me alongside my brother when we were children,” Astra corrected with a roll of her eyes.

“Is it not the way of young men to pick on and tease the one they fancy?” Vicorian smirked at Ranon as if looking for another man to agree with him.

“Not really.” The magic weaver said flatly. “Typically, well-written poetry or a bouquet of flowers is the way to show fancy.” Lenel and Astra both turned to look at Ranon who never took his eyes from Vicorian’s face. “A saying like ‘boys will be boys’ is dangerous, they soon believe they can get away with nearly everything. Like murder, rape, and tyranny.” Slowly Ranon’s head cocked to the side and the slightest hint of a smirk played at the left side of his lips as Vicorian glowered at him.

“You’ve spent far too much time in the company of free-thinking women,” Vicorian sighed and shook his head, “You’ve forgotten what it means to truly be a man.”

“I would rather spend my time with those who think for themselves than blindly accept what is told to them.” He crossed his arms over his broad chest, “Just because it was the way doesn’t mean it was the right way, to begin with.”