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"Enraged Blood" (L'Renouille) A tall, muscular figure draped in a long blue cape hunched over a desk in a secluded, quiet room. His dark, half-crazed eyes glared upon the piece of paper which laid in front of him, and his grip on the kinked quill pen he owned tightened. He still wore the blood-spotted armor that he wore during battle; the sudden interruption of his fun had not allowed himself due time to change out of it, even. He pushed his unruly black hair aside, away from his eyes, and began to scrawl out a letter. "Stupid Agares," he muttered, refusing to call the man "Father". "He forces me off of the battlefield, where I belong, for what? For some stupid letter to some stupid Harmonian peon! 'I wish I could write the letter myself', he says, 'but I'm getting too old to write this sort of thing. Your penmanship is much better than mine, and I entrust to you this important task.' Feh! What does he think I am, his SECRETARY?! Or maybe I'm little Jillia's helper," he spat, still seething that his little sister Jill had been allowed to go to Muse... not that he cared to visit the capital of the City-States just for a futile and utterly worthless task such as building peace which surely wouldn't last. At least if he had something to say about it. After scribbling out some well-sugared words as a way of saying, "We're gonna take over the City-States. You wanna come?", the man known as Ruka Bright, Prince of Highland, rose to his feet. Of course Agares, the worthless old fool, did not wish for the war to continue, but he surely would not see through Ruka. Hell, the geezer could probably barely see three feet in front of him! Ruka giggled quietly, noting that this room was not soundproof. He knew that Jillia was the one who possessed the right to rule after the old man kicked the bucket, despite the fact that he was the elder child, and male at that. Why? he thought. Why is it that she will rule and I will not? It is my right... my DESTINY to become ruler of this country! He slammed his fist into the dark oak desk. No stupid little weak peon of a sister will get in my way... He felt rather gleeful, though, despite his fury. After all, he had been wronged. Making amends was necessary, even if those amends costed lives of loyal Highlanders. And the beginning was tonight. Tonight Ruka's rise would begin. There will be a party, Ruka thought, a big huge party in the City-States, and everyone's invited. Everyone has a grudge against the City-States of Jowston. Highland, Grassland, Harmonia, even Toran! And for dear old dad, it will be a surprise party... his last...
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