re you sure we should be doing this?" questioned Arial. "I don't reckon they'd like us doing this."

"Hell, I was almost up for the gallows. If I want to die, this might be the last thing I want to do." Niall cracked a silly smile, "and don't worry, nobody will know we were there."

"Somehow I doubt that," Arial said under her breath, but she didn't have the heart to reject it. "Do you know how we can reach that place?"

"This," Niall answered, pointing to a grey obelisk by the mountainside.

"How exactly?" asked Arial, resting her hands on the obelisk first, and then the grey cliffs of the mountain, they kept poking for an hour but nothing happened.

"I think these things just temporarily enhance your powers," Niall said, resting her back against the grey runes, "I don't think ordinary people can travel-"

Thus blue whirls engulfed the both of them, stealing the light of their eyes, their heart stopped for a second, it felt like being struck by lightning. They managed not to gasp aloud, but the swirling powers would've probably already informed their targets.

As the arcane energies faded, the grey walls of the city disappeared, and blue woodlands replaced it.

The shack stood solitary amid the dense woods, pale light emitting from the long windows. In the east the moon shone brilliantly, bedazzling the valleys below into pale blues. Many nightbells, primroses, moonflowers and evening orchids bloomed in the glades, a tiny brook murmured on ere plummeting into the void below.

"I swear Lord Vilyánur knows a thing or two about seduction," Arial swore.

"Hush, come on," said Niall, signalling to her twin.

Like wolves on the hunt they crouched and paced slowly towards the shack, hearkening to the loud moans which pervaded the thin mountain air, coaxed with smooth talk and the promise of love. The two couldn't keep their senses to themselves, it sounded like a delight.

As they looked through the cracks, they beheld in the little illumination their skins silver and copper, yet it was difficult to make out what was happening. To Mey Vil whispered something, what though they could not say.

They could not see their faces, but they could make out from their skin and hair, Vil's nimble fingers tousled Mey's long hair, and his other hand grasped his stomach and soft hips. Their movements were slow yet graceful, like two cats in a box.

Mey purred and cuddled along as Vil pressed on his nape with fingers and teeth.

And Vil was hard, so hard – if you struck his length with a broadsword, it'd snap in two like a toothpick but he would not. His skin so silvery pale gleamed in the moonlight, his lips filled with blood and the rage of a thousand neutron stars.

"They are so beautiful," said Arial, shaking like an autumn leaf in a strong gale.

"I know right," Niall giggled back at her, "this is heaven, I swear there are fewer things of greater beauty than these two boys."

...

And longer they watched as they let out howls of pleasure, falling back into the bed and rising up the next moment, cuddling and snuggling with each other. "I agree," said Arial in a heartbeat, "they're both so hot."

The girls looked at each other and let out a squeal so silent, their thoughts were blocked and mind stained by bizarre power. They couldn't resist, they had to watch the whole thing until they fell asleep.

But no, just as they looked again, only one of the two remained there, Vil lay on the soft furs, as if waiting, but Mey was not beside him.

"What are you two doing!" a voice called to them, freaking them out all of a sudden.

"Mey," the twins giggled, looking up and down his body: the whole length of it, only a loincloth, although that was pretty unnecessary at this point. Mey looked at them with anger and shyness, as if he didn't know what to do.

"You two are nasty; I can't believe what you two have been doing," Mey frowned.

"Don't fret, Mey," Vil called from inside the cabin, "your beauty beguiles them."

The twins nodded, looking up and down his figure, staring long at his loincloth, trying hard not to smile or laugh. "Forgive us, my prince, we could not contain ourselves," they said, "rebuke us if you will, and it'll be worth it."

"I'll kill you," Mey pounced at them, the two set off in different directions with an evil laughter.

"Let them go, Mey," Vil warped out and grabbed Mey ere he could leap on them, gently plunging his teeth into Mey's neck from behind. Mey purred, throwing his head back and forgetting his shyness for a moment.

Vil's long hands wound around Mey's shoulders, his other hand raising his chin for a gentle kiss. "Vil, they're watching," he tried to resist, but failed.

"Oh, don't worry, we don't mind," said Niall. "Carry on."

"Anyway," said Vil, "what brings you two here?"

"Niall," Arial pointed at her, "she said we won't get caught. And even if we did, we could just pretend to have come along to report on the king, and that we weren't really sneaking and it must've been a racoon."

Niall looked at her twin with malcontent, "you idiot."

"Well, you did good," said Vil, "you make terrible liars, and either way I was going to ask the same question: what of the king?"

"He hasn't been sighted for the last three months," they answered, "our watchers say he's still there in his cabin, just hasn't bothered to reveal himself."

"Ah," Mey nodded, "looks like this incident finally broke him."

"So, comrade centurion," Arial gave a military salute, "what are your orders?"

"Work on your stealth," Vil commanded, "tomorrow we shall be leaving for The Dark Tower: site zero of the first invasion, there we hope to find a clue or two regarding the nature and whereabouts of Morthaur and his plots of carnage. Until then, remain in hiding."

"Yes, sir!"