There were three hearts; motionless to the World yet, they moved so fast that no mere mortal could hear them beat. These three hearts; the aggressor; the sentinel, and the incorporeal all entwined themselves around the royal throne of Valor. Tyraial provided for Assurr and Garnet as she entranced them into her World; her pain. She showed them what it was she bore every day, and the weight of her ever-growing power.

The Queen took both her blood relative and her curious soldier to the deepest ports of her mind, stealing their sight yet showing them new paths of her World. Assurr couldn’t quite understand this gift of hers and how she managed to steer their visions but it soon grew clear as to what it was she wanted to show them.

Valor was in trouble and screamed for its’ people to protect her; and so Tyraial answered. Assurr could see the blinding white shield that collapsed over the land, sealing off her blood red enemies. Blue figures scattered all over moving in different directions. It soon stood out that the blue figures were the Commander’s men preparing themselves for an invasion, the others were woman and children huddling into larger groups as they made their way to safer grounds.

As their enemies drew nearer and forced their way into Valor, Assurr could feel a burning pain, the same pain Valor felt. His muscles grew tense, and his wings slowly fanned out to either side of the throne, showing off his golden brown eagle-like wings. His grip never loosened the Queen’s hold, for fear of breaking this unusual visualisation.

As the intensity of the Queen’s power grew, drawing strength off Assurr and her cousin Garnet, so did the power within her Commander. He felt more alive and strangely addicted. As the power flowed from each other’s finger-tips, Assurr felt a sudden pulse radiate from within him, and so this force projected out of Tyraial’s shield pushing their enemies further away from Valor. This force attacked their enemies as if a tidal wave had crashed into their bodies. The shouts and screams pierced Assurr’s ears but this merely encouraged his craving for battle. It had felt as if the wave of power pulsed from within his chest, he could feel each body being struck and broken by his attack.

This power was so great that it caused a screeching pain to re-enter Assurr and suddenly his vision broke away from the Queen’s, and soon his sight returned to him. He gasped for air as if he had been holding his breath for hours. Yet he still managed to hold onto Tyraial as if separation was impossible. Assurr’s attack was not strong enough to destroy all the armies, for he was new to all this. This was the first he had known of the Queen’s and Valor’s true abilities. It seemed Tyraial was able to draw Assurr’s and Garnet’s strength s and use them for her own means to aid her Kingdom. Now it seemed it she turned to Garnet’s aid.

Assurr looked to the guards that surrounded them. Their backs turned; holding their lances watching guard for any intruders. He still couldn’t quite re-enter back to reality for Tyraial had enthralled him. He looked down to her and watched the motions of her pain surface upon her face. As he took to his surroundings he felt that his sight had grown very bold and clear. Perhaps Valor had shown him a new light and clarity to the World. Whatever Tyraial had done, it had made him feel stronger and fresher. His heart felt tougher and livelier. Even his wings felt more bulk. Perhaps Valor had called to him and too gifted him with the strength to help Valor in return.

Yet there was a small concern, and that was of Garnet’s role. Not so much a concern but a curiosity. Perhaps the Queen now turned to her cousin for reinforcing her shield? All this was so new to the Commander, but soon he would find out his role and what more is needed to be done.