Defend the house.

"To save a life, I must fight for more than Ideals."

- Aemon

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He knew that the walk from the Infinity Hydra Guild hall to the Peace Village was going to be an extremely long one but in the end he didn’t mind that. His wallet wasn’t empty and he could have afforded a train or some other sort of transportation as well as afford the room and board but he had this unusual feeling being cheap. Unless he absolutely had to on this trip he wasn’t going to spend any money he didn’t have to. So sleeping would only happen once he reached the village and more specifically the clients house so walking was his only option or more specifically the only option he was going to entertain the least. He very well knew he had the ability to fly if he had chosen to summon his wings but that very notion disgusted him enough for him to speak out loud, "Just thinking about having to rely on those filthy wings is enough to churn my stomach." those words would ring sharp as they exited his mouth following the path. He pulled out the piece of paper that had the short worded job flyer that was tucked in his belt. "This should be a cake walk." he said letting the paper flap in the wind.

"Hello there, mage. I'm Mr. Watson, one of the richest businessmen in Fiore. I have a house in Peace Village which is under threat. Some thieves are trying to steal my prized possessions, and I'm not there to protect my household, for I am on a business trip to another country. Please, guard my lot for a day, and I'll promise to give some reward. Don't get yourself hurt, alright?"
The instructions were simple and the job even easier, the curious thing was that this was sent to him personally in a letter instead of being pulled from a post board. "Perhaps this Watson was told about my results with Jacob and with the convict that escaped." he would run his hand through his hair and smirk, "A bunch of thieves will be of no match for me."

Luck would smile on his him during his journey as the weather was peaceful up until he reached the village of peace right as the sun was setting and saw the large house that had to be Watson’s. "That must be the house." he stated and walked up towards the house and stopped at the front door with his hands on his hips, "but this could prove troublesome." he said looking up at the roof from end to end and then walked around the perimeter of the house looking out into the massive yard that expanded acres into the woods and then turned the corner towards the back looking at the garden narrowing his eyes collecting the date he was observing and turned the corner and headed for the front of the house "A large property will be rather annoying to deal with.”

"To save a life, I must fight for more than Ideals."

- Aemon

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His passage around the house went completely unhindered and there was a soul in sight. However during his round about trip back to the front of the house he picked up the scent of something or someone new within the 5 meters of the house. He didn't pick up his pace and instead kept his continual stride but was ready to be deal with a confrontation if one would arise. Rounding the corner he saw a person standing at the door and was now facing him. He was able to determine that the newcomer was in fact a male around his age if not slightly younger than himself with hair the same color as his own only difference is the length, where Aemon’s was shorter and slicked back this mans was long and free flowing. The man had a blindfold on which was curious since he called out upon Aemon’s approach. Aemon was well aware that bandits were supposed to be a threat for the house as well as its belonging but this man didn't seem like any bandit or thug he has ever met. He was dressed in a black out for with splashes of purple here and there but what enforced the idea that this person was no mere thug was the markings on his exposed right arm. The symbols on his arm were intricate in design and while they had no trace of magic power flowing outward it had an unusual glow so all things considered he suspected this stranger was a mage.

Now that his thoughts were addressed he would now respond to the man who greeted him and asked if he could help him, "I could ask you a similar question." he would say to the man clad in black and crosses his arms keeping his upright posture and would continue, "My name is Aemon Trahaearn. I'm a mage who was tasked with protecting this house and its contents while the owner is away for the remainder of the night." he took an additional step towards the man as well as the door, he sought to enter so he may understand the layout of the house better in the event that a confrontation was to commence while he was defending however he knew very well that no matter how well the layout was the house was far too large defend alone. "May I inquire to what your purpose is here?" he pulled out the letter he had folded up and gave it a shake to unfold it creating a rustling paper sound so he could hold it out for him to read not really paying attention to the fact that the blindfold was still tied. "Am I to assume you too were charged with the same task?" Aemon did not know this person but all of his instincts were telling him that this tattooed man was here for the same reason as himself. If that were the case than he would certainly take the help and once it was determined to be the case Aemon would open the door and enter the large foyer that had to have a floor area as larger than most buildings. He would look back at the white haired person and pose a question he had not thought about until now, he was focused on the job but he was curious now, "Before we get started here what do I call you?"

"To save a life, I must fight for more than Ideals."

- Aemon

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Aemon's greeting seemed to have went right over the boy's head and it brought Aemon's first impression of the man to a low grade. "He either didn't comprehend what I said making him something of an idiot or he just simply didn't care, he thought to himself as he observed the blindfolded one tilt his head back and forth clearly interested in something other than what Aemon had to say. That being say Aemon wasn't made or upset by this, in fact he felt slightly amused by the gestures which in his mind resembled a dog tilting its cocking its head upon hearing a sound that it was curious about however the amusement ended after a short duration when the white one with an out stretched index finger began to poke Aemon's chest several times before circling around Aemon giving his prodding finger a new spot to tap random spots on his body. Aemon lifted his arms up and with a raised eyebrow followed the boy and remained silent for part of this strange procedure, "Is there any particular reason you are continually poking me?" he said out loud while thinking something else entirely, I don't think he is doing this with the purpose of annoying me. He seems genuinely curious with me. His thoughts were interrupted by Advent who finally spoke up saying something seemingly random, something regarding loud snoring. "Does what ever bother me?" fully unaware that Advent was referring to Ddraig, the dragon Aemon's soul had housed since his birth, the root of his magic.

Only now that his mindset was derailed did the boy answer his earlier question about if the by was in need of help and at first began to give the answer of no but after a moment of uncertainty he confirmed that he did need some help, the house was too large for him to protect on his own, a similar conclusion Aemon himself came up with only a few moments after walking around the house to fully take in the size of the house as well as the size of the property. "I see. You too huh?" he said, slightly surprised that another mage had made his way out here for the job but before commenting any further on the matter the person in front of him began to whisper to himself as he shuffled into his clothes, speaking to something or someone Aemon couldn't see. Due to his enhanced hearing Aemon was able to hear what he was saying, talking about about getting stronger and he was looking to get stronger as well as information for some unknown promise. Aemon was then greeted by a near identical letter to the one he was in possession of and proclaimed to have found it and decided to take it upon himself to help with the owner's request. "Is that so, you co.." he was cut off by Advent suddenly holding his ears and shouting if Aemon could shut "him" up. "What him are you referring to?" he voiced his curiosity now just before Advent took his letter, stated he is blind but still manages to read it to the point of knowing it is the same letter but different in it's contents. He then finally introduced himself as Advent. Aemon would smirk, "One of these days I would like to know how a blind man is able to read a letter but until then, it is nice to meet you as well Advent." he would look at the door and back at his new partner for the evening before pushing the door open, "So Advent, you want the ground floor or one of the upper levels?" he asked as he entered the house a head of Advent and stood in the foyer waiting for the blind/not blind man to follow before shutting the door.

"To save a life, I must fight for more than Ideals."

- Aemon

" "
Aemon couldn't help but express just how puzzled he was at that moment. According to this strange man his spirit was strange in its existence, something that not even he has a clue about. He would remain silent as the Advent further explained to him that inside his own soul housed another soul. However his curiosity was soon replaced with an entirely different emotion; disgust. Aemon was aware that the source of that magic that would be considered “his” was from the Red dragon that bestowed its power onto the his ancestors. It was that very dragon’s power that allowed Aemon himself to live but live a cursed life with a power that he despised. He wasn't ignorant to the fact that when the dragon's power was shoved into his magic container as an infant that saved his life. However had it not been for that dragon’s power being the sole cause of his family's pitiful state that wouldn't have been an issue. However what Advent said wasn’t completely impossible, while he wasn’t sure how he could read a soul in such a manner but he did understand how magic worked and how it was essentially connected to the owners soul so it wasn’t too farfetched to comprehend that when the dragon gave his power to Aemon he in fact transferred himself from the smashed artifact to Aemon to have the former act as a new host for its very soul. If that Dragon has been in me the entire time how is it I am only now figuring this out now? he thought to himself letting his tension relax a bit is it possible that this was a fact that not a single was aware of until this moment? Advent then poked his chest again and spoke this time directly to the dragon itself practically demanding that it either wake up or stop snoring.

From Within the soul of Aemon, Ddraig’s eye slowly opened fully acknowledging Advent’s words and responded with a small snort. “It’s been many years since I had contact with anyone, even longer since someone had the nerve to speak to me in that demanding tone.” he would pause a moment, “But after years of trying to contact my partner here and failing I should be grateful that my comprehension of your language or the art of conversation has not been lost to me that being said your first request is denied, until this idiot decides to actually use my powers and allow me to contact him I will continue my slumber. For your second request if he is half as smart as he acts then my name is already known to him and more than likely he understands much more now about the situation” and with that the dragon went closed it’s eyes and went back to sleep leaving Advent to say whatever the blind man wanted to say. "Ddraig, the red Dragon of Destruction. " he said speaking the name of the dragon and looking at Advent. "Introductions won’t be needed." and with Advent learning much more about him Aemon had hoped that he would divulge how a blind man such as himself was able to read the letters and tell how they were different but alas it was a secret that would remain unknown to him for the time being.

Aemon took the lead and entered the house’s foyer and looked at the size of just the entry way and would stop to look back at Advent as he entered the house and asked a very good question with an equally good point. "You are right, if we are outside we may not be able to avoid destroying a thing or two but if we are outside we may have intruders get past our defenses or worse overwhelm us. In here if a battle takes place and we are faced against a larger number of opponents we could essentially use rooms, hallways and such to our advantage. Plus…." he was going to continue his point when Advent mentioned they had guests. Aemon’s took a subtle wiff and could smell different scents approaching. He looked above him as heard creeking floor boards, "We can hear if people are walking around." The sudden thud made Aemon look back at Advent who had his foot pressed against a man’s head which was against the wall. "Good Luck." he said calmly as she took a step forward and took two leaps and was at the top of the stair case. The landing at the top wrapped around and went down a hallway with five rooms down the length of both sides. Aemon looked down the hallway curious to which room they might be in, It was possible that they were hiding after hearing the ruckus downstairs. I’d have to draw them out all the while not getting caught by a possible sneak attack. Hmmm I have an idea. he thought to himself. He turned his body to the right standing sideways and held out his left hand as if he were holding something in the air then suddenly a matte black bow materialized in his hand and matching it was an all black quiver secured at his hip on his right full of twenty arrows. He draws one and knocks it on the string of the bow, draws it halfway and then releases it letting it fall in the middle of the hallway making a noise upon impact. Aemon quickly draws the string back full producing an arrow made out of his own mana and holds it waiting for someone to fall for the decoy. The fourth door down on his right blew apart and was reduced to splinters as a man comes through the doorway with a magic powered shot gun in one hand with the other holding what looked like a small metal safe and Aemon smirked, "How predictable." he released the string and the arrow flew down the hallway with the arrowhead piercing the arm that held the gun causing it to drop to the ground. Aemon then ran towards the thief as he reached down to pick up his shotgun but before the thief could even wrap a finger around the handle Aemon thrusted the reinforced front of the bow into the man’s sternum making him drop the safe and held onto his stomach, "idle hands are the devil’s play thing." he said lifting his leg and push kicking the man away from the safe and the weapon creating adequate distance for the bow’s primary purpose. His right hand reached down and pulled three arrows out with one between each finger. The arrow that was held between his index finger and middle finger was knocked, drawn and fired into the thief’s uninjured shoulder in one fluid motion and he repeated this with the other two hitting non vital areas each impact making him back up closer to the window at the end of the hallway. Drawing one more arrow and knocking it on the left side of the bow he pulled it back and fired a hard shot into the upper part of his right pectoral muscle. It was aimed away from any vital organs but the force of the impact made his back press against the window causing it to break outward and him fall to the ground outside.

"Mr. Watson was right to fear someone trying to take his treasures." he looked at the safe and then at the rooms down the hallway. He opened the door across the way from the one that was broken and kicked the safe into the room. With the quick draw technique he used a moment ago he pulled one arrow free from the quiver and pulled it into a full draw moved it from left to right and entered the room checking every corner to see it was clear aside from furniture. He put the arrow back and with his free right hand he turned the lock on the window so it would prevent any outsiders to enter it. He slammed an arrow into like a nail for reinforcements. "I’ll clear each room and bring the loot here for safe keeping." he exited the room and closed the door quietly made his way to the next room.