Here comes the King.[Solo.]

I once asked my Father, after returning from an enlightening trip; "Father? How does a Knight know what he does is Just?" With large innocent eyes I gazed up to my Father's kind grizzled face as he looked down upon me, blue pools reflected into each other, one with wisdom and the other with purity and the desire to be good. He rose and chuckled, tussling my young blonde head of hair which gathered a rather undignified squawk of protest, he answered with a knowing smile. "Because his heart tells him it is." I blink at such an answer and he continued "Men, Knights and even Shinobi fight for what they believe in, they fight for money, they fight for there land, they might even just fight because they feel the need to fight...Some are wicked yes..But, we respect them nonetheless, because they believe in it wholeheartedly and are laying down their lives for it. A Knight's duty, is to meet these Beliefs head on and to counter them with our own...It is a Pendragon's duty to his foe, to remember...To make there ideals and them part of his Legend." He says stroking a strong chin as he gazes out along the plains as the Servants work behind him.

A Young man's sapphire hues open, a dress shirt covers his chest and broad shoulders, his slim frame is toned with years of swinging a blade, agile and swift like the wind which blows across the dunes of this small oasis which serves as a small training ground. His legs are covered in black rough pants, a weighted training blade rests in his grip, his fingers coiled around the leather wrapped handle loosely, his stance is relaxed and his shoulders are slightly downcast..He's under guise currently, preferring to be alone as he escapes the sight of the masses and his Brethren for a brief moment...And for a brief moment he allows himself to be less than a King and more the melancholy teenager that lays beneath his regal visage. His hair are like strands of gold over his sunkissed skin, his eyes are like sapphires that blend in with a soft kind looking face currently marred by lips that are turned downward into a neutral frown which dulls the almost ethereal glow that he seems to carry under the sunlight..But most would say he seems to glow at all times, he's the swiftest Pendragon, one day he'll be the fastest in the world...Just like a certain Rival he met on the borders that he hopes one day he will be strong enough to trade blows with..Fire Country is a long way from here however..Perhaps he shall take another holiday..? He muses, turning his gaze skywards, the blue rolling across the sky endlessly as the wind forces him to raise his hand to gold from straying into sapphire irritatingly. A Lion in the ever expansive golden plains of Sunagakure, marred by beautiful green and the purest blue, but merely a drop in the seemingly endless reaches of the desert.

Silence reigns over the plains before his free hand lowers and his head lowers, his eyes close once more as his body turns towards a lone figure set up crudely upon a thick post with a bucket atop it with crude eye-holes cut into it. He sighs softly, silent in the wind...Before something else carries along it.


His voice cuts through the wind like a knife, splitting the silence like an axe cuts through lumber. Wind and Lightning seem to pulse suddenly as a gash carves through the sand in a spiraling course for the training dummy, a loud THWACK ringing out, as the Prince's frame reappears a few meters away, his leg cutting a circle into the sand as he skids with a turn and faces his 'opponent' once more, he vanishes again a small spark left in his place as two blows spin the dummy once more with a loud THWACK THUNK! A cross being carved into the sand as the Prince's charges intersect and his pauses in order to turn lessen after every blow until they become non-existent and a steady rhythmic beat of wood being pummeled rings throughout the area, he leaps backwards suddenly his body curled into a ball as he travels through the air, only for his legs to extend in a graceful backwards arc and he lands in a crouch upon the water before he straightens. The white cloth sticks to his skin as he glistens underneath the suns rays, the dummy's helmet now has quite a few dents embedded into it and he notes with some amusement that perhaps he should not have stolen Tina's bucket for this exercise...She has a temper that not even he can quell as easily as he'd like. He hums as he realizes he'll have to carve and band a new one for her, but he can't train with any of his brethren...This technique...is not for him to pass down. He'll have to thank that man one day, this has taken him an entire year to perfect but because of it now in his arsenal, it's truly one of his most treasured abilities, his blood yearns to challenge the strong Shinobi once more..But it's not his time to draw his blade against such a strong opponent, he knows he is no match, that much was shown back on the day of their encounter. His hand cups some water from the oasis underneath his feet and it's splashed over his face and in a way that is more certainly not like royalty, he doubts any of his retainers will come here looking for him, he kneels and dunks his head underneath, drinking deeply before he raises his head with a deep gasp and a chuckle, his smile returning..deep and mischievous..Not many see the Prince as he truly is, save for a few dear friends and his nanny's...and Gerard, but Gerard has served both King Ulther and Prince Arthur, he knows of duty more than any of the Dragon's even do...Except..perhaps the Gray Dragon, but he's been around for as long as anyone can remember.

Golden strands whip around as he shakes excess water from his visage and he raises his gaze..Only to arch a brow, a figure approaches...On..Horseback, so not a Shinobi..? He watches cautiously and steps from the lake, raising a towel which he drapes over his head to obscure his face while allowing a single blue iris to peak outwards towards the approaching man. A familiar garb cloaks this man, along with a crow bearing the symbol of...Haven?
"Lord Pendragon?" He asks, causing the young man to stiffen as before him the man drops to one knee. "..Aye?" Answers the young Prince curiously "What news do you bring Eylin?" He asks recognizing the man after a moment, though he does not remove the cloth from his head..it wouldn't do for a courier to see him in..such a ruffled manner.
Eyes downcast with hidden sorrow, the man rises, and with fortitude and great strength of will which would have him Knighted if he were in the hands of the Pendragon, he accomplishes his task, despite his need for water, his need for rest and the sorrow that scars his soul even as he stands before the blonde Prince. A scroll, he glances at the man curiously for a moment before his hands thankfully dry, grasp the scroll and begins unfurling it. His eyes begin scanning, as if startled his gaze rises to the man who only nods grimly...He sighs softly before he continues reading.

Slowly, he rolls the scroll back up and reaches to his facial cover..
He rips it off and tosses it aside, revealing the sharp eyes of a King set into a grim frown of determination. "Courier Eylin, drink your fill and be off to Sunagakure, seek Siegfried Pendragon, the Black Dragon and leave a notice for the Blue Dragon Chrom, tell them to train hard and fast, I will be expecting them in Hoshi in two weeks time." He orders as he cuts past the man, deeper into the desert, his shoulders squared as his true heritage and golden figure comes to light as this grim news reaches his ears. "Tell them, the Pendragon's must defend their last Haven...Seek out, the Purple, the Green, the Gray, the Red, the Orange, the Yellow and tell them the same!" He continues as the man gets up to his feet startled. "W-what about you Milord?" He pauses in his stance and glances back, like a Lion eyeing one who wishes to enter his Pride. "I will sound the call and ride on ahead." He states before wind surrounds him, spraying sound along and lightning pulses over his body and he darts off..Cutting a deep gouge into the sand as he sprints off vanishing from sight slowly as sand separates away from his body...Making a clear path...Somewhere, the deserts and winds themselves parting and clearing from his path as if by Decree, for this...For something like this, he will not be denied and for something like this...He must..Have a Symbol before he reaches the gate. He must come before the People of Hoshi..And he must Promise them Victory.

And as the Prince cuts a path through the desert, one thought passes through the couriers tired mind as he begins to vanish from sight...Hoshigakure..Fear not..For he's coming..

Here comes the King.

[Exit, 1,657, 12 stats.]

*8 not 12, my bad xD Good catch Aki <3