A Quiet Night [Private]

Riven smiled dryly as though he didn't seem to be overly amused by the comment, but he knew what she meant. "Keep in mind, every story is real..till proven otherwise, otherwise how did it happen to become a Story.. It's not a fickle dream that someone simply came up with over night all the time..But..back on track now..let's see.." Riven took a long inhale from his cigarette, what was it Edgar had done next he was trying to remember. Edgar and Elizabeth had done something. "Ah yes that's what happened, Ed-..I mean the Black King and White King, both decided to make a peace talk. This was however simply a means to kill The Red King's people, but they had lit a fire they couldn't put out." Riven's eyes looked at the cigarette now, remembering Molly. "Upon the death of each person, The Red King did something..something vile, he locked the Black King's Kingdom on all sides..he couldn't return inside..The Inside of the entire Kingdom was lit ablaze...The White Queen was simply a so broken that she would never walk again..You see..her family lived in the Black Kingdom, Persephone was her nickname, though more to fit her lover..Hades..whom I you can guess..the name of.. "

Riven took a long pause, drinking his Sprite now as he took a drag from the cigarette. " Now, The White King's son and daughter were also in the said Kingdom..What they'd done to the Red King had made him a monster, over 1000 people died from the smoke, the fire..And pain that came from being so supportive, you see..what really set all this off, was the fact they cheered and were pleased that the plan worked.. The Blue King Poseidon, tried his best to stop them..But..the deed was done..and the fire would burn into a new Age...The Age of Chaos was just beginning..and the story would continue, you see..More did come to the Red King, but his heart was so broken that..he vanished..Some believe he walks among people now, hurt and simply passing his time."

"Hm..maybe so, that's a pretty good description of it..What was taken were the people..the Friends and family of the Red King, they were killed. Think of it this way, if someone came to you promising peace but killed everyone you've ever cared about, destroying your only home. So in this case, what the child King lost was his most treasured thing." Riven said calmly, he had done this himself, but no this didn't justify it. Riven had blood on his hands, he wondered if this girl ever found out. What she would say, Riven was after all the Red King he'd said it a couple nights ago. When they faced the Hollows, but this little thing here didn't matter since she'd never know. "So that's what happened in the stories climax. The Red King's punishment for letting his anger take him was that he never existed. That all memory him be stripped, though the story says that he wanders. Because the Island itself had mercy for him, some say he is in Canada and others say Japan. But the fire that lights his soul is still burning brightly. "


Riven left out details, for example he had no family. So the friends were his family, watching them die was the hardest thing he'd ever done. It had hardened him, made him use a gift for something so evil that he never did quite forgive himself. Riven had been punishing himself by smoking now, calming his spirit down whenever he felt it coming again.

Riven let a sigh escape his lips he thought for a while, he could remember his crime. But remembering who took it all away, was harder. But the answer for someone with the knowledge of Athena and brain like hers, was so easy to figure out. " The answer is as it's always been..The very place The Red King Lived, it gave him both justice and punishment. It's goal was simple, to make an example out of The Red King. Exile was the example, so no one knows where he is." Riven took another long drag, as though trying to cloud a memory. "Though only a story till proven real, if The Red King exists ..he pry destroys himself himself for what he did..I'd imagine, he feels he dishonored his friends memory. But it's just a story..right? " Riven often told his story this way, people could know the details he knew but not in the way. Riven closed his eyes waiting for what she had to say. She seemed to realize that he had been so emotionally wounded and betrayed that he lashed out.

But she never would know hopefully that this man sitting across from her, was the Crimson Emperor, the Red King of the story. The man who brought ruin and destruction to the other kingdoms and broke the very society that the Island had. Change comes with destruction at times, birth only happens itself with a great deal of suffering. Riven knew this when he set out, but it wasn't ideal or what he wanted.

Riven's eyes were narrowed for a moment in the darkness, he let a breath go. He saw no reason to give away himself yet, yes he was the protagonist of the entire story. But he gave his hands a soft wave, a couple candles were around the bar and area. Each gentle flickered to life. He let his hands drop to their sides, the flames were warm and comforting rather then things people brought from lighters. He gave the bartender a wave, letting her know he took care of the lighting situation. "The story hasn't been proven real, so it's still just a story." Riven said answering Kyron's question now, well her redirection of his own on him. He wasn't ready to share the truth with this one yet, his other friends laughed and grinned. But also failed to see why the Red King became what he did. His mother and father were the limit of who knew, his siblings had no idea.His mother and father found him on a beach alive but resting, as though he was about to die. Riven had floated ashore to Japan.

What happened before hand was simply tactically stupid. Riven had been judged and sent away for the sheer amount of pain and death. The others remembered, Thunder and Lighting. Zeus, the King who was known to be the greatest among them. Not to mention a dear, dear friend of Riven's. He once told Riven that fire is great and lighting amazing, but people learning to use them were much more amusing.

Riven simply watched the female work,nodding it seemed this weather was going to be the death of the man. How was he supposed to keep a straight face when remembering this past, he did as asked each time. He kept mostly quiet, the story did often bother him. He'd never explained to people why he did what he did. He was childish and shouldn't of done what he did. Killing innocent people over the loss of something like friends. Riven hadn't really ever cared much about anything but that one crime. He was surprised how little this one may know, but she had something so precious. Those inside this place were what she needed. Riven's eyes turned, he could hear a noise and it was fairly far off. Little Riven's knowledge and her's something was going to be here soon. Something not native to these lands, not native to most monsters people knew. Though Riven would know it, he wouldn't be able to forget it's face without fighting off that monster, it meant blood and death. The sound of the mighty beast echoed through out. It's hooves broke the concrete, as it tossed cars aside like play things.

This rainy weather was a strange time for it to be wandering down town, it's glamour was able to keep it from normal people. It may of just seemed to be part of the storm, it was going to come around front of this place. It would be a couple minutes, Riven's eyes seemed distracted as he touched his heart. Something was wrong, his heart was telling him it was so.