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Post by Lady Elexa B'Shera on Jan 9, 2010 12:37:46 GMT -5
She blinked. "Did you think of something?" Still, despite her question, she followed, looking up at him with the question - and excitement - in her eyes.
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Post by Zelos Shinigami-Mezmillion on Jan 9, 2010 20:59:50 GMT -5
Zelos walked in a swift fashion to the Castle library and pushed open the door. Hurrying down the halls until he found a shelf full of old, moldy papers. Removing them from shelf, delicately, he set them on the table and opened them.
"My father's Chronicles." he simply said.
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Post by Lady Elexa B'Shera on Jan 9, 2010 23:13:25 GMT -5
She nodded. "Do you think there will be something in there that will lead us to the identity of the man who attacked us?"
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Post by Zelos Shinigami-Mezmillion on Jan 12, 2010 22:55:09 GMT -5
Zelos nodded and set down a large stack of old, yellow, dusty papers. He laid them into smaller piles on the large table and turned his attention to the middle section.
"This fits the time line a little, we start from here." he picked up a book and began reading it.
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Post by Lady Elexa B'Shera on Feb 10, 2010 18:02:11 GMT -5
Elexa looked over his shoulder, reading along with him.
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Post by Zelos Shinigami-Mezmillion on Feb 11, 2010 7:48:01 GMT -5
Zelos poured through every paper and saw something that closely fit what Nero told him. Several mentions to a person named A.B.A, although it wasn't even a 'person' at all. Some sort of inhuman bred to be an heir to the Guasto throne...however she left to prove herself and joined a group of guardians called the Saints. Then there was a strike by some god called Duo and the Saints fell...
...It seemed this was not the case, for when Zelos read the descriptions of a powerful knight and knew it was the very same group returned. Normally how and why would be burning through Zelos' head...but only one thought was: I...have a sister...
A stepsister arguably, but a sister nonetheless.
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Post by Lady Elexa B'Shera on Feb 22, 2010 11:37:24 GMT -5
"Zelos..." Elexa had read along with him; now she looked up at him, her eyes filled with questions, wonders, and worries.
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