Knight in shining armour(open)

[Craven Grimley]

Craven felt a little rediculous in his heap of tin metal dressed from top to bottom to protect every fleshy part of his body in case it got injured. He hated the thought of stepping outside in this get up and would rather die then do it like this. Why was he here? He didn't know. He didn't know how he was getting back home either. The worst part of all this was that Jet wasn't with him! He needed his companion desprately and he needed Gia. Most of all he needed Gia. He missed her so much and he was getting worried that he'd never see her again.

At least he'd met another mutant here. He'd been lain out on the bed staring at Gia while she slept and the next he'd been in the middle of a bar with men slapping his back and a ale of beer being spilled all over him. They had strange rough accents and there was NO technology here. The women though... urgh, the elven queen in particular. She was claimed though and he had Gia anyway. He'd given her his sacred vow to be loyal to her. To marry her. One day. Besides, it was kinda amazing that a blind knight like Brandon could tell just from the sound of her voice that Nalaac was the most beautiful woman either of them had ever seen.

Craven trapsed into the top of the all where he was to undertake weapons training with Brady, dressed in a full suit of armor. Brady thought it was important to be able for Craven to move in the gear so there he was.
"I feel like the tin man from Oz."
Brady twisted to the sound of his voice and expertly gave his sword a twirl making Craven gulped despite Brady's warm laughter.
"This is important Craven. You need to play this part perfectly or the King will know and lock you up. "

Craven sighed and moved closer to the edge of the castle wall glancing down to the courtyard.
"I wonder if your queen is down there today. She does like the gardens."
Brady was instantly distracted by this and he turned his face into the wind listening instently.
"Is she there? Do you see her?"
Craven smirked. Oh Yes! A few minutes of peace before the stress of training started.
"Uh... Oh God! Yes! There she is. She looks lovely today!"
No, Craven didn't actually see her but he was buying a few more seconds of safety.

[Atilla Day]

“You’re such a JERK!”
Attila screamed pulling off her soaking wet t-shirt and jeans. Frowning she didn’t bother glancing back at her bedroom door to see who was following; she already knew, instead she looked around her new room. They had been here for several months now, with there new family. Dilian and Gabriel their new foster parents along with craven, his nephew and his girlfriend. It was cute watching them together, Attila had never liked mushy love stuff but something about the two of them emanated such a radiance…it was memorising.

That was all far away now, and how it had gotten so far, Atilla new not how. One moment she had been screaming at Xavier for throwing her in the pool, and next she was being sucker punched in the face, caught up in a bar brawl. And now she was being escorted back to the barracks, told to clean her self up and report back for duty. Once the other guards disappeared back to their duties Atilla looked around at the stone walled barracks in confusion. Had she hit her head? Or was it a dream? What ever it was it was freaking her out. Where was Xavier? She always felt off with out him, in the years she had known him he had been her pillar…the light in her darkest of nightmares. She rarely had bad dreams if he was by her side. If he wasn’t bad dreams where not the word for the twisted nightmares she was tormented with.

Taking a left and then a right and then another lest she frowned. Well if she hadn’t been lost before she was now. Frowning she rounded a few more corners, averting her gaze when she passed another solider. Sighing she turned another corner and winces as she stepped into a corridor with an open door on the end, flooding light into the dingy corridor. A way out!

Grinning Atilla walked toward it, maybe this was a way out, maybe it was the end of the dream or what ever this was and she could go back home. Grinning she stepped into the light. Face falling she cursed. This wasn’t the way out! Instead the door lead to a almost abandoned courtyard.
”great now what…”

Atilla froze and squinted; in that instant she prayed this wasn’t a dream…because if it was, this was the weirdest thing ever…she would have been dreaming about her foster cousin craven. Should she be dreaming of Xavier? He was the one she liked…not craven. Craven was a friend, a cool friend who had no qualms with her intruding on his family. He even put up with Xavier for all it was worth.

“craven?”
Atilla winced as the words came out, what if it wasn’t him? Shed look like a fool. Taking a step back towards the door she prayed again that he hadn’t heard her call put his name.

[Craven Grimley]

Then Craven spotted the girl that came out of the dark corridors leading to the courtyard. His eyes widened in utter surprise when she said his name and he frowned deeper.
"Atilla?"
He squinted in hopes of getting a better view from the high castle wall.
"Who's Atilla?"
Brady whispered beside him.

"Atilla wait! "
Craven called to her to stop her from heading back inside the door.
"Who is Atilla?!"
Bradon's voice was now impatient for an answer, obviously realizing he'd been tricked by Craven by now. Being blind must be frustrating.

"My cousin... she's in the courtyard."
Craven twisted away from Brady and hurried down the stairs which was difficult and took way longer then expected. He heard Brady scream over his shoulder at him to wait. By the time he got down the stairs he couldn't walk any more and he flopped down in his armour on the last four steps too tired to move. This armour was heavy stuff.
"Atilla! Atilla! "
He called breathlessly then leaned over panting in exaustion.