Nikator Scarion

The boy with dark silver hair thought as he stared at the man known as Nikator Scarion. "He can't be…! Father said his brother and him both looked the same! But he looks like he just turned twenty!" He had a serious expression on his face as he stared at Nikator and thought. "He isn't Nikator!"

Nameless Scarion yelled out angrily as he looked up at Nikator. "You can't fool me! I'm one of the eldest amongst my siblings! I know who Nikator is and what he looks like! The only thing the same about you and Nikator is the color of your hair and the color of your eyes. You're a fake!"

Menelaos said with annoyance as the tip of his sword remained pointed up at Nikator. "You dare refer to Father as Xasius and take the name of one of his firstborn sons!"

Alekto grabbed the handle of her scythe with her left hand and ripped it out of the ground. She looked up cautiously at Nikator.

Nikator smiled mischievously as he looked at Menelaos, Nameless Scarion, and then finally at Alekto. He said as he smirked. "Number nine, number eight, and number seven…" He chuckled mischievously as he said loudly. "I was going to let you all see your kids get named and then relieve all of you of your positions today at the end of the ceremony. But, since you want to stand up and oppose me then we'll just get this over with now."

Menelaos said angrily. "Relieved? What makes you think you have the authority to do that? My kingdom was given to me by Father. Where is Father? Why are you here in his place?"

Nikator sighed and said. "Adrastos was right. You really aren't wise at all. I already said I'm his replacement. What did you think I meant by that? Did you think he just retired? An ordinary Zaxion can only live to be sixty. But, with the help of a god they can live to be seventy."

Nameless Scarion retorted. "Seventy?! Father was seventy seven!"

Nikator continued. "I said an ordinary Zaxion. Clearly, he wasn't ordinary. His willpower alone kept him alive for those extra seven years. But, he is gone now. Exactly one month ago from today Former Emperor Xasius Scarion died."

Nameless Scarion muttered. "Father's dead..." He said with denial. "I don't believe you! You're lying!" He yelled out. "You said his willpower kept him alive for seven years, didn't you? Then it could have kept him alive for another seven more! Why would it suddenly vanish?! And why would he choose you as his replacement?! You're not even one of us!"

The boy with dark silver hair muttered to himself. "Grandfather is dead..." He then thought. "I thought something was odd when he showed up here perfectly fine after being stuck in bed for seven years. But it was just his replacement. Everything is starting to make sense now. However I still don't know why he was chosen as the replacement and why he claims to be Father's Brother." A sudden look of surprise appeared on his face as he stared at Nikator intently with his only good light yellow eye and thought. "Wait, did he...?!"

Krios said with surprise. "One month ago?!" He muttered to himself with distraught as he looked at the ground beneath him. "Did Demosthenis know? He couldn't have, right? We tell each other everything..."

Menelaos's sword fell out of his only hand and fell onto the ground. It landed flat onto the ground. Menelaos then fell onto his knees. He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself. "He told me he would live forever... That even if his body failed him he wouldn't ever die..." Tears could be seen dripping through the bottom of Menelaos's mask and falling onto the ground beneath him.

Ismene looked at Menelaos and smirked cruelly.

Alekto muttered to herself with surprise. "Father's dead. But how come I wasn't..."

Nikator cut Alekto off as he smirked mischievously and said. "How come you weren't informed?" He chuckled mischievously. "Because I made sure none of you knew. The only ones who were at his funeral were all of my current Guardians, Demosthenis, and then me."

Krios had a look of surprise, shock, and distraught on his face as he turned his head to look at Nikator. "Demosthenis knew?! Why didn't he-?!"

Nikator cut Krios off as he said. "You weren't listening were you?" He smirked mischievously and said. "I already said I made sure none of you knew. Do you really think he would tell you anything when it means he would become my enemy?" He laughed sadistically and said, "His Kingdom is the most prosperous for a reason. He would never do something so foolish!"

Nameless Scarion asked. "And why would Demosthenis be afraid of you? He is the most powerful Royal other than Father!"

The boy with dark silver hair thought deeply to himself as he thought. "No he's not. Among the Royals that are still Royals the second most powerful Royal would be Father's Brother. Father is the third most powerful. But Uncle wouldn't know that because Father's Brother was weaker than him when he was banished." He nodded his head and thought. "I'm positive now..."

Nikator chuckled mischievously as he said. "Are you sure about that? You still haven't pieced everything together yet?" He glanced down at the sand pit. His dark orange eye and dark silver eye made eye contact with the only good light yellow eye of the boy with dark silver hair. He smirked as he said. "It seems that boy down there is the most intelligent among you. He has already figured it out."

Nameless Scarion looked over at the boy with dark silver hair and said. "Figured out what? What did you figure out, boy?!"

The other Royals turned their heads and looked at the boy with dark silver hair with the exception of Menelaos, Kapaneus, and Alekto. Everybody at the top level of the stadium looked over at the boy with dark silver hair including Set. All of the Guardians within the stadium and the individuals in the sand pit that could still move all turned their attention to the boy with dark silver hair.

The boy with dark silver hair looked around the stadium and thought to himself. "Now everyone is looking at me. I'm getting kind of nervous." He breathed in and then breathed out again. He looked at Nikator and then pointed at him with his right pointer finger as he said. "You killed Uncle, didn't you? And then you took his name and all his titles!"

Set laughed mischievously and said. "So he really did figure it out." He tapped his right pointer finger against his armrest repeatedly as he looked at the boy with dark silver hair and muttered quietly to himself. "How fascinating! He is smarter than I expected him to be. I wonder... in seven years time who will be smarter? Him? Or Nikator?" He chuckled mischievously.

Nameless Scarion said with surprise. "He killed Nikator and stole his name?!" He turned his head and looked at Nikator.

Nikator smirked and said with a condescending tone. "How pathetic that a child was able to figure it out before adults. You Royals really are worthless, aren't you? Honestly I should just rid myself of all of you and restart from scratch."

Both Atreus and Aineas grabbed the hilts of their katanas strapped to their sides. Atrues grabbed the hilt of his katana with his right hand and Aineas grabbed the hilt of his katana with his left hand.

Nikator looked over at Atreus and Aineas with the corner of his eyes and then chuckled as he said. "But that would go against the Former Emperor's wishes..."

Both Atreus and Aineas let go of the hilts of their katanas. Both of their hands fell back down to their sides.

The boy with dark silver hair thought as he looked at Atreus and Aineas then at Nikator. "Were they...?!"

A voice spoke from behind the boy with dark silver hair. The voice said with surprise. "So you've already revealed yourself to them, Nikator? I figured you were going to have them all bleed out first and then reveal yourself."

The boy with dark silver hair quickly turned around and looked at the source of the voice.

A woman clad in dark gray armor kneeled down to the right of the girl with the club. She wore a dark gray mask that had a black stripe down the center that completely covered up her face. But, the mask did not cover up the back of her head so her black hair bundled up into a ponytail remained exposed. She held her left arm over the right side of the girl with the club. In her right hand was a dagger that had a dark gray blade with a black hilt. Strapped to her right side was a short sword that had a dark gray blade with a black hilt.

The boy with dark silver hair thought as he stared at the woman with the dark gray mask. "Who is that?"

The woman with the dark gray mask suddenly plunged her dagger into her left forearm. She then cut deep into her forearm from her wrist to her elbow. Her blood spilled onto the right side of the girl with the club.