Caelan eyed the group of people in front of him warily, keeping an eye out for any sudden movements. He nodded in response to the question they had posed, causing their jaws to somehow drop even further. Of course, if the political situation above ground had stayed the same for...however long he had been down here, then that meant that his family was still the ruling dynasty.

The brown haired elf opened and closed her mouth, clearly trying to find some form of words to say. Finally, after a few seconds of silence she spoke up, "Why are you all the way down here...your majesty?" She said the last part in a slightly questioning matter, which was entirely understandable. After all, he was an undead, and he had been down here for who knows how long. Still, he was now having a conversation with an actual human again and couldn't let it to waste. Of course, he still remained wary of them, especially considering their rather hostile reaction to him before. Now though, it would probably be best to be casual with these people. Not like he could be arrogant if he wanted to anyway, the joy of speaking with another human being too much.

"You need not call me that." He said, putting on the best smile an undead could manage, "Just call me Caelan."

The elf blinked in surprise before smiling herself, "Nice to meet you Caelan, my name is Alissa." She greeted.

Caelan's smile grew even more but shrunk slightly as his gaze switched to the people behind Alissa. The knight's jaw was still dropped, and he seemed to be in deep thought, yet he still gripped his sword tightly. He flinched slightly as he looked at the lady he had punched, blood still dripping from her nose, as she stared at him with an emotionless stare.

Finally their was the man he was currently taking shelter behind. He didn't know why exactly, but he felt...safer with him. It was quite strange considering that he had never seen nor met this man before. Yet, he was apparently right to trust him as the man had gone to his defence almost immediately.

The knight finally stepped forward, the shock on his face beginning to be replaced by curiosity, "So, why exactly are you down here in this dungeon?" He asked, causing Caelan to frown in thought.

"I...don't actually remember...I think I..." Caelan said, eyes widening as he realised this himself. Why was he down here? He screwed his eyes shut, racking his brain for any indicator of the reason. He felt...something at the back of his mind. He immediately pounced on it trying to figure out what it was.

He let out a cry of shock as he took a step back, everyone's eyes moving to him. Pain shot through his head as a tsunami of memories smashed back into him, as well as a thunderstorm of emotions. Tinges of purple appeared at his vision, and everyone, except for the man he had hid behind, moved back a bit, a look of fear and worry in their eyes.

He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. The pain was growing, as pictures flooded his vision.

He began to remember.

"Come on Caelan!" Syllia yelled, giggling as she sprinted down the long expanse of tall grass that laid before both her and Caelan, the only part of her body that was visible being the top.

Caelan panted as he struggled to keep up, the small girl sprinting fast despite her little legs, "I'm trying Celest damn it!" He yelled back, his dark purple cloak billowing behind him. A large tree was their current destination, it's trunk reaching impossibly high, a large carpet of shadow surrounding it thanks to the large expanse of branches and leaves situated at the top.

Syllia only laughed out loud in response, somehow increasing her speed even more. Now that was just unfair. Lungs aching he also attempted to increase his speed but failed miserably, Syllia beginning to turn into a small dot as she made it further and further away.

His foot suddenly caught on something causing him to trip with a yell, he went rolling along the grass, his vision spinning as he did so. He came to a stop soon after, groaning in pain as he felt his foot through his shoe. What the hell had he kicked? He turned around, looking to the place where he had tripped. His eyes widened.

A man's face looked back at him, cold, lifeless eyes staring into his own. Blood streamed down the sides of his body, a black dagger imbedded into his back, piercing the simple blue clothes he wore. Caelan recognised him.

He screamed.

He screamed as an arrow collided with his thigh, sending him sprawling onto the ground. He quickly rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the sword that came crashing down into the ground. He got a quick glance of a man clad in silver armour bringing his sword back up and out of the ground, before it was interrupted by another man in silver armour, stepping in between Caelan and the man trying to stab him.

"Run my lord!" The newcomer yelled colliding his blade with the attacker's.

His vision turning blurry from tears, he cried out as he struggled to his feet, blood streaming from his wound. He grabbed onto the wooden wall of the cabin, clawing at it to get a grip to support himself. Limping as fast as he could, he rounded the corner of the hall, doing his best to silence the sounds of battle behind him.

A figure in silver armour appeared before him, sword and shield in hand. He stopped and looked up. He let out a sigh of relief. The man looked at

"My liege, come this way quickly." Maximillian said, rushing to Caelan's side and grabbing his arm.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Caelan asked, hope disappearing quickly as he realised their situation. The cabin that they had fled to was their last option. And it was now in the process of being destroyed.

"There is a [Dung-ace] nearby." Maximillian said, glancing behind him, the blood staining both his hair and bushy grey beard showing that he had been actively taking part in the fighting, "If we can get to it, we can hide there and wait for all this to blow over."

Caelan nodded in agreement, eyes glancing into the multiple different rooms he flinched as he noticed several bodies in one room, blood streaming down all of their faces. He suddenly saw something. It was the for briefest of moments but one of the bodies caught his attention. Blood streamed down his face the most of all, eyes widened in a final look of horror. His hair was grey, matching his beard.

Before he could get a closer look though, Maximillian pulled him along, kicking down the door to the outside. They moved as fast as they could, Maximillian clearly slowing so as not to cause the too much pain due to Caelan's wound. He would survive for a while, to due his [Skills].

Eventually, the sounds of battle faded out, replaced by the occasional tweet of a bird, or the chirp of an insect. Finally, they arrived at the mouth of a cave. this was it. The [Dungeon]. Not wasting any time, Maximillian quickly moved into the dungeon, dragging Caelan behind him.

Warning: Entering The Dea-Grac-d Labyrinth

Their vision quickly darkened, and they stopped at the edge of the moonlight that peered into the [Dungeon]. "So what now?" Caelan asked Maximillian, sitting down and leaning against the stone wall. He looked at the knight to find him walking around the passage they currently resided in, dead silent.

"Uh, Maximillian?" Caelan asked again, frowning a bit as Maximillian continued to ignore him. "Maximillian what's wrong? Hello? Are you all right? Talk to me man." Caelan's frown deepened as Maximillian continued to ignore him, instead scanning the cave walls, feeling all along it with his hands. "What are you doi-"

"GOD DAMN WOULD YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!!" Maximillian suddenly shouted, turning to face Caelan, untold rage burning in his eyes which had turned a blazing red. Maximillian stared at Caelan, taking deep breaths as he stared at Caelan.

Caelan's eyes widened at the display, glancing to his sides to look for a way out, yet his heart sunk as he saw none. Maximillian pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply.

"God damn it." He looked back up at Caelan, the look in his eyes changed completely, from one of rage, to one of calm and emotionlessness. "Was really hoping this would last until the last minute." He said, his voice changing from that of the old captain of the Royal Guard, to that of a young man, his armoured hand beginning to glow crimson red.

The glow spread from his hand, trailing up his arm and transforming the gold engraved silver armour into a pitch black cloak as it slowly covered his entirety. After it had fully covered him it abruptly disappeared, revealing the man's true face. He wore a long black cloak that reached all the way down to his feet, it's hood pulled down to reveal short cut dark red hair, matching his eyes. A toothy grin was plastered across his face as Caelan attempted to scramble back, only to remember that he was sitting against the wall.

The man turned to face the wall he had been scanning and pressing a part of it inwards, speaking as he did so, "You know, this is so much easier to find now that I'm not maintaining that dastardly illusion." The wall then opened up, revealing another wall slightly deeper in. Caelan's eyes widened as he saw the edge of a pit, the man looking down into it, the grin still on his face,

Caelan shifting deeper into the [Dungeon], the smallest morsel of hope that he could escape still prevalent. That hope was crushed though as the man suddenly appeared in front of Caelan, seizing him by the neck. Caelan let out a strangled cry as he was lifted into the air, the man's grin never disappearing from his face as he slowly walked over to the newly revealed pit.

Caelan struggled against the man's grip, eyes flicking around for any opportunity to escape. Why was this happening to him? Why did they have to kill him?

Why did they have to kill her...

Newly formed tears streamed from his eyes as he remembered. Remembered her face. Remembered the blood.

Air rushed past him as he fell, his last view being the grinning man, staring down at Caelan with malicious glee in his eyes, waving goodbye to him. Pain arced through his body as he collided with something, the sound of his body breaking echoing in his eardrums. This was it then. He was going to die. Well. It was nice while it laste-

Hello. My name is Grace. What is yours?

...What.