The Marked Twins (Kindgom/Fantasy RP)

“I guess we should be giving tours or something now,” Noelle said after a moment. “Are you meant to be staying here?”

"I don't know," Genie looked at Gabby, "Do you know?"

( Sorry that I was gone for so long. )

Charlie stood next to August protectively, her olive green eyes distant and guarded. No one was to touch her brother. She thought towards what Chakuro had said. If he was the king, why was he going to help them?

(just wondering but, mind if I join?)

( You can join. We'd love to have more people! )

Chakuro nodded at Genie's words. "I understand." he'd killed the ones who'd hurt his brother. Their promises were foolish, Chakuro remembered that all the twins in his era had done the same thing. Promised not to kill each other.

Did they not know that their food would be contaminated soon? With drugs that brought out their worst sides? He would warn them not to eat the food. Yes, that's what he would do.

But they'd find some way to get them, just like they'd gotten all of the twins. Did they think they were the only ones to never make a pact? Chakuro patted his horns, laughing to himself. How foolish they are.

Noelle’s eyes narrowed. “Want to tell them what you were just remembering?” She asked, taking a step forward.

"All will be explained in the forest." Chakuro wrapped his wings around himself consciously, still a bit embarrassed, "I promise." he was from hundreds of thousands of years ago, how would he know to interact with these people? Were chicken sacrifices still a thing? Did children still sing that horrid song? Chakuro could hear it ringing in his ears.
"Twins, twins,
with a special mark,
born and raised,
to die in the dark,
colors of their hair, blonde, brown, and pink,
which one will be king I think?"

“The chancellor’s gone,” she gestured. “Now’s as Good a time as any.”

"Really just going to leave us in the dark Mr. King?" Genie responded.

"D-don't call me that please." Chakuro backed away, hugging himself. Born and raised to die in the dark. Born and raised to die in the dark.
Aita was dead. Desu was dead. Everyone was dead. The castle grounds disappeared, the arena taking its place. Dead bodies littered the ground and he stared at his bloody hands as the haunting song filled the space.
"Born and raised to die in the dark," Chakuro repeated, gaze unfocused until his mind leaped back into reality.

"What? I'm sorry Chakuro," Genie looked at him strangely.

Noelle flinched back. “Gosh… that’s what happened.”

Chakuro turned and flew away, masking his tears as he sat on the other edge of the grounds. His wings curled around him, shielding him from the world as he sobbed.

"And he's gone," Genie sighed.

"I'm for it!" Genie smiled.

There was too much. Too much to take in. He would tell them. He would tell them soon. Chakuro wiped away his tears, the bags under his eyes a little more prominent than usual on his gaunt frame. His sunken cheekbones seemed to sink deeper into his face, making him look like a skeleton. And he was. A skeleton of the boy he used to be.

(Bye!)

"I think it was that way," she pointed in a direction.

“I’ll go,” Noa offered. Her form was already shifting into a kestrel. She looked at the towers, hoping no one else had seen.

"I want to come with," Genie said, "I'm kind of the one who caused him to run off."

He wondered what the royals had done to Aita's body. To Desu's. Chakuro buried his face in his hands, covering up his bright green, sunken eyes.

(Chakuro's dead guys. This is his ghost speaking!)