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Magical Hearts chapter 6

Loving and knowing my spouse’s heart:
Chapter 6
In the morning a knock at our door awakens us, I only let go of Isabel long enough to pull the blankets up to Isabel shoulder. She turns her head to look at me.
A servant enters the room, on a table, she places a tray containing breakfast, my stomach grumbles at the smell of the food. Isabel stomach grumbles in return, apparently our appetite heightened because of last night’s activities. The servant bowing and says, “The King request your presence shortly, once you eat, wash, and dress. The King should be available within an hour and a half. If there is nothing else I will take my leave.”
Once the server has left the room Isabel jumps to her feet and runs for the breakfast. She divides the food into two plates, and waves me to come to sit beside her, once I reached the couch I pull her onto my lap. Isabel giggles as I begin to feed her. Isabel feeds me in return, before long we both finished our breakfast, and I pull her up over to the bathing pool. Scented soaps and clean washcloths are on a small shelf near the pool along with some large towels. Isabel and I splash and play a little inside the pool, the water seems to stay warm without ever needing more hot water. I dry Isabel, gently caressing her with the large towel.
Isabel quickly dries me and we again dress, not in the same clothing we wore for our wedding, we have other fine garments ready for us within the cabinet. The King’s Stewart comes seeing that we are dressed he smiles and says, “The King should be ready within a few minutes if you would accompany me.”
Escorted into an audience chamber we wait for King Patrick. The King’s new blue chair and ottoman are now in one corner of the room, and other comfortable looking chairs face the chair I created for him day before yesterday. A book on an end table near the chair, apparently the King has enjoyed his chair as he read. I can just see him there reading a story to his grandchildren as they spread across the carpet, Isabel and I set holding hands and cuddling our youngest.
The image seemed so real for a moment, but how can that be. I am the son of a farmer; cast down into slavery and freed by a master wizard, now just entering adulthood, a journeyman wizard and married to the most beautiful girl I have ever known. How can I see, Isabel and my children as the Kings grandchildren?
The Kings voice as he wishes us good morning brings me back to the present. I cannot help but a smile crosses my face as I look into his eyes. The King asks jokingly, “Lady Isabel was your husband gentle enough last night? If not I could always have him flogged as a reminder.”
Isabel giggles at the King’s joke. Mischief is in her eyes, Isabel says, “My King, he was gentle enough last night, but if he ever fails to be so may I call upon you?”
My face gives away my shock as I look from the King to my wife. They can no longer hold back their merriment and laugh aloud. Isabel finally says, “I feel my husband will never give me cause to ever request such a thing sire.”
Still laughing the King manages to say, “I do believe you are correct my dear lady Isabel. His caring for you has already cost me ten gold, not a mistake I will make again.”
Seeing our confusion he continues, “Justin and I wagered, about him breaking your maiden hood, I said Julius was in such a hurry that he would forget to block your pain. Apparently, Justin knew you better young men.”
Isabel smiles warmly, caresses my face, saying, “My husband is a kind and gentle soul. He would cause no one pain if given the opportunity. However, if the need arises he has not or will not shrink from his duty to protect the innocent.”
The King says, “I have heard the story, of how the Raiders were going to attack Camarillo. Duke Julius your Captain Michael and Master Justin reported the incident. Now I find I have not only chosen well, a wise Duke, but a strong protector for that city as well.”
I smile and bow thinking the King for his complement, and wish I can live up to his trust. Smiling brightly the King says, “At least you are not like the other dukes, preferring to allow their guards and soldiers to face the danger, when the danger proves too great for their men, they run. I think you two are far too noble to allow another to face the danger in your stead. However, young Duke, I would have you not face such great danger that good wisdom should tell you to ask for assistance. One ship of Raiders I know you can face, with the ease you defeated them; possibly two would only provide you a challenge. You need not stand alone if the numbers are greater, send word and my forces will join yours.”
After he sees, I understand the King continues, “Young Duke you and Lady Isabel are far too valuable to lose. The word of your bravery now stirs the hearts of many of my Duke’s in their duties to their cities. Your example shall do more good than you could know. The warning that the gods can judge them, and their Royal status will not protect them, has yet to reach its full impact. I have been away for so long. I fear my kingdom has fallen from the righteous.”
There were rumors that the King searched for his missing son for over a decade. It said that the King would only appear once in a great while, and the dukes truly ruled in his absence. Many of the dukes were loyal and just to the King and the people. Others like the former Duke of Camarillo had become wicked, serving only their desires.
The King smiles and says, “Enough of this, we have other more joyous thinks to discuss. Along with some other minor business, for instance when can you enchant several of the crates for the kingdom’s granary?”
I smile and say, “Sire, we can have your twelve complete before the spring harvest.” There was a few crops that are planted in the fall and sprung up in and grew to be harvested early in the year. Crops like spring wheat and early barley, along with some early fruits, and most berries harvested before the heat of summer. The earliest are the berries, now in late spring they will soon be ready to harvest. Without the magical crates, the crop must be quickly, eaten or made into jams, jellies, and wine for later, or go to waste.
The King smiles, “It would be good to have fresh cherries in the dead of winter. My wife loved those, and our Cook found a way to preserve cherries and we had some fresh cherry pie on the winter solstice the last year we had together.”
Justin chuckles as he enters. He says, “The Cook had hidden a large bowl full within your box, King Patrick. You did not leave your wife’s side that year as she carried your child, when the Queen craved cherries she remembered the hidden bowl. That is when she retrieved them, and decided to make a pie your wife’s favorite.”
The King chuckles and says, “If I had known the wardrobe would worked like that, it would have been my pantry long ago.”
Isabel giggles, “Perhaps sire we can make a pantry for your cook, Julius needs only to change the spell for the crate slightly to create shells in the pantry the cook simply walks into from a doorway.”
I smile at my wife’s confidence in me, Justin says, “Sometimes, easier said than done. Although young Julius seems to have a talent at altering spells.”
With a shake of my head I say, “With my wife’s assistance I would be willing to attempt it sire.”
The King chuckles and says, “And in so doing yet another thing I need be grateful to you for the deed.”
I chuckle as I shake my head no and say, “Perhaps your cook, but not you sire. I know of many of the great things you have done. The entire kingdom owes you much, think of it as a gift from a loving citizen nothing more.”
The reason the King had been searching for his son, his mother and he sent away from New Cowan for their protection during a siege by an Orc army when the boy was only a baby. Eventually the siege was broken, but no one knows what occurred to the Queen and Prince.
The entire kingdom knows how the King routed the Orc army. King Patrick and a small number of his Knights raid the orcs encampment killing their leadership, before long the Orc army was doing as much damage to itself as our army. Eventually the remainders of the Army of Orcs retreated into their own territories.
Only three duchies had suffered greater than what New Cowan had, those were on the invasion route, two cities now abandoned, and the survivors now rebuild one, so few citizens had been left alive from the orcs onslaught. Now only Fort Raymond guards the frontier, the Fort named for the Knight Raymond who set forth the plan that brought about the destruction of the Orc army.
The King chuckles and says, “That may be so, but it will not stop my gratitude.”
Isabel smiles and says, “Perhaps then you could invite us back for a piece of fresh cherry pie during the harvest feast.”
The King smiles and bows to Isabel saying, “It would be my honor to have you as my guest during this harvest Fest.”
Isabel curtsies to the King and says, “Thank you sire.”
The King chuckles and says, “Once you have your household in order, may I visit you?”
Without hesitation I say, “Your Majesty is always welcome, in order or disarray. Isabel and I will have many children, so order may be a rare thing in my home.”
The King smiles sadly, and says, “Julius, I wish you and Isabel all the happiness and as many children as the gods can bless you with.”
Isabel’s hand drops to a top her womb. I step behind her and cover her hands and I feel the new life growing in her womb, as I kiss her neck I whisper, “Yes love, you now carry our first.”
Isabel’s eyes widened with shock and joy, she spins in my arms and our lips meet brightening the room with our glow. The King confusion shows on his face. Justin chuckles and says, “Be careful with your blessings my King, apparently they are very fast acting. Isabel is now pregnant.”
King Patrick eyes light up with joy and says, “Congratulations my two young friends, may the child be healthy and strong.”
Isabel turns in my arms again so we both bow as one, Isabel in a bright voice says, “Thank you sire.” I can hear her inner voice, (I need to tell my mother, I hope my father will be happy. Oh, Julius I love you so much.)
I whisper, “I love you too Isabel.”
Justin chuckles and says, “It has begun Isabel, be careful of your thoughts your husband should soon begin to hear them clearly.”
I chuckle and say, “Yes my love, we should inform your mother and father very soon, I am sure your father will be overjoyed.” Isabel’s inner voice is all giggles, as she comes up onto her tiptoes to kiss me once more.
The King says, “Jeremiah most certainly will be overjoyed, having won that wager. He will be here shortly. Julius can think to stop her pain, but not keep her from becoming pregnant on your wedding night. The gods truly favor you.”
Justin says, “It was not always King Patrick, poor Julius lost his parents to Raiders who took him as a slave very young in his life. Julius wears the brand of a slave to this day, sold and resold when I come upon him he was nearly eight years old, but so malnourished he looked two years younger easily. I had to do a spell to retrieve the memory from him of when the Raiders took him, one the multitude saw how he became a slave they sought vengeance on the Raiders. My spell allowed him to remember and identify those who killed his parents.”
Isabel looks confused and asks, “Where would such a brand be, I felt none on Julius.”
Justin says, “I had healers try to remove the scar the brand had created, but none could.”
The King says, “Remember the woman who sung at your wedding, several healers try to cure her arthritis but none could, when your glow surrounded us all, her arthritis was healed.” The King slides up his sleeve, “Remember the scar I received from that Orc’s sword that nearly took my arm.” Justin shakes his head yes, and the King displays his arm to Justin. Justin examines the Kings arm it has no scar. The King continues, “This morning is the first in many years I have awoken without the pain to remind me of my lost son. The goddess come to me in a dream, she said soon I would know my son. I pray that is so.”
The King has a sad smile, “I have missed so much of his life, if only I had listened to my wife and let them stay. I pray that I will miss no more, that the goddess truly did answer my prayers.”
As the King was talking, I could not help but reach behind my back just above my hip where the slave scar had existed. My hand slides my shirt up and out of the way, as my hand, slides down my knuckles catch on the loose pants as I am scratching the skin where the scar had been. I so hated that scar, and what it stood for, for years I had to carry papers saying that I was no longer a slave. Now that my magic is strong enough, no one would make the mistake of trying to enslave me.
The voice of my mother-in-law as she calls to her daughter causes me to turn. I withdraw my hand not wanting to look like I am scratching my ass. The funny thing is the spot actually itched I guess having the scar there so long it was an odd sensation being actually able to feel the skin there. I realized my clothing is in disarray as I hear a gasp from behind me. I moved to start to straighten my clothing, only to have my hands jerked away. Turning I see the white face of the King as he knelt to look at the spot where the scar had been. Suddenly he turns to Justin and shouts, “Justin, you said you scribed for him. How can he be in your care without you knowing he is the Prince? ”
Justin in just as much shock as the King says, “Sire, I truly did not know. I scribed for the Prince, others scribed for the Prince also, and none could find him. It is as if the gods wished him hidden.”
Isabel in shock looks at me, “Does this mean I am a princess?”
I say, “First I must be recognized as the Prince, I am just my father son now. Until the ceremony to recognize me as the Prince, I do not hold that title. Until that time you cannot be recognized as the Princess.”
Justin in shock states, “My Gods could it be that simple, the mistake we all made. We made the mistake of scribing for a Prince, when we should have been looking for your son my King.”
The King slumps heavily in the chair I created for him, still white faced as we move closer, and I kneel before him. Looking Into my eyes he says, “I ordered my wizards, clerics and all who had any magic to scribe for the Prince. Could we all have forgotten that no ceremony proclaiming you Prince had occurred?”
Looking into my father’s face for the first time that I can remember I say, “If the gods wished it. Perhaps it was to answer many prayers not just your own.”
Justin still shaking says, “I had many clerics, and other healers try to remove the brand a slavery and scars from Julius. All finally gave up telling me, the gods wanted him to carry the marks.”
Holding my father’s gaze I say, “Do you know how many nights I laid in torment, praying to the gods that the next day would be better, for strength so the whip would not find me. I heard my prayers echoed no slave wishes to disappoint their master. Given the power, I will see that no man is a slave. No man should have the power to brand another and call him slave. I think that is a prayer the gods meant me to answer.”
Isabel wraps me in her arms as tears freely fall, she says, “My poor Julius, no one will ever hurt you again.”
Energy practically crackles around us. The King says, “Lady Isabel I share your sentiment, Julius my son I spent so many years searching for you, so many hours every day praying to the gods that you were safe and in good health. I think I nearly lost my kingdom in my efforts to find you, but it was something I would give up for you.” He reaches down and picks up both of us pulling Isabel and me into a hug, now the energy surrounds the three of us protectively.
Is as if the King had not noticed it before and ask, “What is this that surrounds us. It does not hurt when it touches me, but I can since the danger in it.”
Smiling at my father, I say, “That is love, it protects from those who would do you harm and is deadly to those who wish you ill, it welcomes those who love you and will protect them also.”
He smiles, “How do you know this?”
There before us in the armor of light stands the Lady, the goddess Aphrodite. She caresses our faces, and the lightning vanishes as we sink to our knees. She says, “I have hidden Julius many years, his mother prayed for his salvation, as she gave up her own life to protect him. No greater act of love is there. I answered her prayer.”
“I placed him in the arms of a loving woman and a gentle man to raise him from a baby. When the Raiders came, he was far too young, but I soften the heart of the man that would have surely killed the boy. Nevertheless, a man that evil only love can do so much, so he took your son as a slave branding him. That brand covered his birthright, the birthmark shared by all male members of your line. I would not allow it healed away, until the proper time. I brought Justin to train him, to care for the boy and end his suffering.”
“Patrick this is your son. Soon you will have need of him, he will be a great man, and he and his wife will show the true power of love to many.” With that, she is gone.
Isabel and mock anger says, “I told you I did not want to be royalty. All the while, you are the son of King Patrick.” When my face displays shock at my wife’s words, she can no longer hold her laughter. My father’s laughter rings through the halls, bold and bright warming the hearts of all who hear it, those who do instantly began to laugh along with him.
Jeremiah shakes his head as he laughs, finally as everyone begins to calm and quiet returns he says, “When Justin told me Julius was a former slave, I nearly curse the gods for blighting Isabel to be bonded to him. Then upon seeing his dowry, I was humbled. Then the gods showed me how much he truly loved my daughter. Calling her weight in gold and a third in diamonds mere dust compared to her. I knew I was truly wrong in my estimation of Julius.”
Smiling at me, he continues, “Then, I find that I still had underestimated this young man. He is wise enough to take direction of those more skilled than he is. He is powerful enough to bring about great destruction when needed. He is kind enough to see to the needs of even those taken wrongfully as slaves. Truly, he is noble, kind, wise and his love for Isabel outshines us all. When it comes his time he will make a great King to carry on for you sire.”
Looking into my father’s face I say, “I would not have it be any time soon, I have lost a lifetime I will plead for the gods to give us that time twice over, that I, and your grandchildren could come to love you, not as our King but father and grandfather.”
The King says, “I know not how long the gods would grant me, but I do hope I will come to know my grandchildren, that they would love me as their grandfather.”
Isabel giggles at her mother’s confusion looking into her face she says, “I already carry our first child. The baby should be born near midwinter.”
Father nudges me, “Perhaps it would be good for you to create that pantry, and we may save some berries to answer my daughter’s cravings.”
Is only then that I realized how much my life truly has changed in so short of a time, less than a week ago I was no one other than an journeyman mage showing promise, now I am the son of the King, married to a true princess, a beauty of body and spirit.
Isabel’s hand interlaces with my hand, smiling she says, “You heard the King. We have some enchanting to do. So where is the carpet, so we can go gather wood for the job?” I kiss my wife on her cheek.
My mother-in-law looks to Justin and ask, “Is it safe for the baby for her to do magic?”
Justin chuckles and says, “It should be safe enough, because the child is going to be a mage himself. Most of their children are going to have magic.”
Jeremiah and Justin comes with us, along with two of father’s guards, Captain Michael and his wife and daughters. The cook hands us a picnic basket, with enough food for everyone. Will do our enchanting and bring back the finished items.
One of the guards carries a standard, as we fly across the wall guard salute. I am not sure I will ever get used to that, but I understand it is a way to show respect.
As we traveled we move up River, no one has lived here in many years, the land is overgrown and in need of care. Alone chimney stands in a meadow, once a farm now only ruins of the farmhouse remain. A deep wood borders the farm, and looks like an excellent source for the wood we need. I fly the carpet as Isabel gathers the wood at Justin’s directions, he points out several old and dying trees. As Isabel gathers the wood, Justin replaces the tree using an acorn from the tree taken. A young healthy tree replaces each Isabel gathers into her ball to use later.
After we gathered enough wood, I fly back to the meadow for a picnic lunch. From the air, it looks very peaceful, no sign of the troubles that caused the farmer and his family to abandon the land.
The two guards look around before they say, “This old farm is peaceful enough now, but this is where the main encampment of orcs was set up. Up there on the hill is where the King destroyed their leadership, after that the Army fell into disarray. Many of them abandon the siege, and others begin infighting try to decide who was fit to lead. We would station archers their arrows would find any the orcs who looks strong or capable enough to lead. Many a brave man died near here, but soon the will of the orcs was broken and they retreated.
Captain Michael warns his girls, “Do not go very far, and be careful where you put your feet. Orcs use poison weapons. I doubt any remain after all these years, but they have to be a reason why the farm was never reestablished.
One of the two guardsmen say, “No one wanted to live this far away from the city, it would take too long to reach the safety of the walls. The land was poison for years, not many people ever venture this way, so no one knew the land has recovered.”
I nod my head yes and say, “Perhaps I should help it along, remove anything dangerous so the land may recover more quickly.” The two guards grin and nod their heads. I direct everyone to a single spot and set the wood down near it. I begin my gathering spell pull all sharp or dangerous objects from the nearby Meadows and woods. Items clink together as they begin to form a ball of red-hot metal; spear tips old rusty swords, old knives, and other weapons of various designs. As a fine looking sword begins flying towards the ball I feel Justin reach out and take it, I relaxed the hold of the spell has on it. Only a few other items Justin removes before they melt down to nothing but base metal.
Allow the metal ball to cool growing solid, then black as water from a brook washes over it until the steam stops rising. I allow the ball to settle to the ground it being no longer dangerous. The two guards stare at how much metal is there. One states, “It is hard to believe that much was left behind. I would not believe orcs to run away so quickly to leave so many weapons.”
Justin chuckles, “It was fortunate we managed to talk a Dragon into attacking the Army of orcs, it cost the King’s weight in gold but was worth it.”
One guard chuckles and says, “We should bring the ball of metal back perhaps that will pay back the treasury some of the lost gold.”
I commend the guard on his idea. “That is a very good idea, may I have your name to ensure you get the credit.”
His fellow guard says, “Lieutenant Ben Stander, of Able Company.”
I smile and toss him my small pouch of gold coins. It only holds ten, I say “Consider that a down payment, once the metal is sold all see that you receive a portion.”
Lieutenant Stander looks stunned, “That is not normally how things work. The Duke normally keeps everything.”
I wave away the purse as it offered back. Smiling I say, “I am not that Duke. I will speak to the King if I have done anything improper. Consider the gold as my apology.”
The two guards bow to me, and they go begin walking a perimeter, each moving some distance away, one checks the hilltop, while the other checks the timberline. After they walk the wide circle, they return.
Justin, Isabel and I are discussing how to create the pantry, I am worried because it will have a doorway and more likely children, servants or even guess may step into the pantry and have the door accidentally closed. We discuss a warning spell, to be weaved into the enchantment, warning you not to close the door if someone is inside. I think that is a fair idea, although someone still make close the door not realizing the danger. If time stops when the door closed, a person stopped aging, to do that you die.
I asked Justin a question, “What if time never stops when you close the door, only slows down?”
Justin thinks for a moment and ask, “How could we do that?”
I state, “On the crates, you concentrate and see that it is closing and the sand falling through the hourglass stops.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Instead of seeing the sand stop, see it taking an hour, a day, a week or even a month for a single grain of sand to fall through the hourglass.”
Justin chuckles, “How about a year, it has to be easier to slow time than to stop it. That would make them much easier to create. All we need to do this catch a rabbit or two to test it. Drop the rabbit inside the door and close it. Open the door again and see how far the rabbit got away. If it only moved a foot or two, you knew time slows only becoming normal when the door opens. If the rabbit is all the way to the back corner when you open the door, possibly the enchantment did not work so well. But if the rabbit is dead, you stop time instead of just slowing it down.”
Isabel is a little reluctant to use a rabbit, until I explained. We will use it for dinner later, no matter the outcome. Isabel tells us she does not like rabbit, in any form for dinner.
Justin chuckles, “Perhaps that is why you did not like the stew, and you still cleaned your bowl the first night you two were together.”
Isabel’s face drains of color as she asks, “That was rabbit stew? I thought it was just really bad lamb stew.”
Justin’s face reddens and I changed the topic. “Perhaps we can just use some kind of insect? Like a butterfly or grasshopper, I imagine the girls can catch one or the other for us.”
Isabel hugs her uncle and for her apology she says, “You know I do not like rabbit, so for rabbit stew it was really good.”
Justin chuckles and says, “Just for that you guys will always cook when you come for your education.”
I chuckle and inform Isabel, “You think his rabbit stew his bad, the stew I make is worse, I do not use rabbits, it is all vegetable.”
After we chuckle for a while, we go back to creating the pantry. We start by separating a large piece of the wood, it forms into a long box, a doorway forms on one end, when the door opens I bring more wood in and create shelves. We begin decreasing the length until it is only a hand width on the outside of the box, the inside the box is still just as deep. Nearly thirty feet deep by eight feet high and ten foot wide, a central aisle with shelves on both sides deep enough to store many items. Concentrating on the effects that occur when you close the door I see the image of an hourglass with a single grain of sand falling through once a year, inside the box with the door close, while time on the outside remains unchanged.
The girls bring us back a grasshopper and we try to test the pantry. I step into the pantry holding the grasshopper and I said it on the shelf. Everything appears normal and I walk outside. I look at the grasshopper on the shelf and it looks like is beginning to get ready to jump to move further down the shelf. I placed my hand on the door and it slides back into place and disappears. There is a carved relief of the Royal seal in the center of the door, and you need to place your hand just below it to activate the door.
I suggest we have our picnic lunch, and then we can check and see if the enchantment work correctly. The girls had picked some flowers, and they give some to Isabel and a like amount to their mother. Isabel gives the two girls a hug and peck on their cheeks and a thank you.
Even the guards join us, enjoying the food the cook had stored for us in the picnic basket. I asked several questions and the guards smile giving me their answers, both men enjoy their work. They are not required to do much other than guarding the royal family and guests at their current posting. Both men are veterans, although neither were in the Army during the siege that happened over a decade ago.
As the conversation goes around they begin to ask questions of me, and I look to Justin and Isabel before I answer. When Lieutenant Stands ask, “Sir there is a rumor going around, is it true are you the lost Prince?”
Captain Michael look shocked and asks, “Duke Julius? I know a little about your past, you would be the right age. However, you have the brand from where you were a slave.”
The two guards struck silent by that information, Isabel nods her head yes and so does Justin so I inform them. “During our wedding ceremony, the brand was removed as many there were healed. Even the scar on the King’s arm from over a decade ago is gone. So is my brand, this morning the spot itched so much I ran my hand over it, that spot had no feeling from the brand until today. After the King saw my birthmark, the goddess Aphrodite explained she had hidden me away until now.”
I could have turned into a dragon and the two guards would have been less impressed. After a few questions, we start the story from the beginning, using all the information we have the patch it all together. Guards look on in wonder as we each tell our portion and at all rings true. Michael’s two girls pet on me as I described how bad it was to be a slave. I can see anger in the guards’ faces at the retelling of my mistreatment, and then Justin and Michael and their share the story.
Finally, Isabel and I have our first meeting, and how I called her an Angel and gave her a halo. Then she recalled the events that led up to our last meeting. Justin explains about our bonding, and the events that led up to my arrest. Captain Michael begins from there telling of the wicked Duke, his misdeeds and right up to the point where Isabel and I dragged off by the Duke. I tell of the torture I suffered at his direction, Isabel tells of how they were going to manipulate her. Captain Michael puts in a few more details about how the Duke and his court had run, telling of the runner and finding his dead body.
We finally tell of the night of trial, all that we remember, and the morning after. Jeremiah explains how we defended against the Raiders, and finally our trip here.
The guards stand at the end of our telling, they bow deeply when they straighten they salute. I stand in return their salute, and say, “If you salute my rank, I salute your service.”
There is crashing in the woods, as something large moves fast and not caring how much noise it creates. The guards immediately move into defensive positions, I stand with Isabel to my back, as Justin and Jeremiah moved to the flanks, and the Captain comes to my shoulder with his sword drawn and ready. Isabel stands between his wife and daughters and the rest of us.
The large black serpentine had preceded only by a four foot long forked tongue emerges from the undergrowth. A drake, not a true Dragon, but a lesser reptilian cousin, in the wild they are very dangerous. It drawn to the smell of the food, and since this area abandoned long ago, it set up its territory in the vicinity. It is possible to train them, but that requires imprinting as a hatchling. Obviously, this creature is very wild, and since were in its territory it will consider us food. If it would just Justin and myself we probably could evade the drake, but with this, large of a party that is not an option.
Before the guards charged, I bring forth a lightning bolt that strikes the drake running through its tongue directly into its body. It started to charge, however as the lightning bolt struck, its legs froze and it slid forward on unmoving limbs. The lightning bolt continues to ark until smoke rises off the tongue and around the feet. Once I released the lightning bolt, the creature drops to the ground, obviously dead.
Isabel breaks the silence, as she pats be on my ass giggling she says, “You are going to have to teach me that spell.”
Justin chuckles too, “That is one hell of a lightning bolt you have.”
The guards chuckle and say, “I thought it was our job to protect you. Now I feel like the one being protected.”
I chuckle and say, “Those who would be great truly serve the many.”
The guards give me another salute; once for sure no other creature will emerge from the woods the two guards go and begin to skin the drake. They inform me that a tannery will pay a huge sum for the skin. I tell them to use it to create a fund for widows and orphans of any guard who fell doing his duty. I tell them that we must take care of our own, I would not have a man lose his life in performance of his duty and his widow and orphans starved to death.
I think my generosity shocked the two guards more than the lightning bolt shocked the drake. As they work, I can hear them talk.
We check the box finding the grasshopper as it just begins to spring up as the door slide open. I am fairly satisfied that it is working the way we hoped, but without an hourglass at our disposal it would be much too difficult to truly estimate how well it is working.
Justin does is discovery spell on it, and his eyes widened as does his smile. He says, “I do believe is going to work just the way you wanted it to. A single grain of sand per year through an hourglass, and it did not kill the grasshopper. Although, we will have to repeat it to make sure is not a fluke.”
My father in law chuckles and says, “I would appreciate one of those in exchange for a crate. Actually, two would be great, one for the ship, one that I may transport food. Besides that I think they are better because they do not kill anything you place inside.”
I asked, “Now that we figured out how to change the spell, we can make the crates the same way. Only they would not be good for storing food for indefinite periods. Although, as slow as time moves once the door shut you can come back six months after leaving hot rolls to find them still too hot to eat, ”
My father-in-law finishes my sentence saying, “and Rebecca about to stuff her mouth with one, only to wonder why her mother is so upset over it.”
Isabel giggles and says, “To Rebecca the door shut only a second before, once it opens she would then discover the bread is too hot. I wonder if she would notice it is a different season outside.”
Justin says, “At least she would be a life to notice. I think this is much better than the old way.”
Jeremiah says, “I would not mind even the fact it would allow a rat to remain alive for a very long time within the crate, it could not eat much once the lid is closed.”
I shake my head yes, “I have always feared what could occur with the old enchantment. At least this way a mistake would not be deadly, but it made lead to missed birthdays, not the end of them.” A second thought hits me and I say, “Or seed grain that would never sprout, when you place grain in the old type crates it is dead, usable, but it will never sprout to grow again.”
Justin says, “Because time slows down and does not stop within the pantry, a person could take a hundred years to walk out, but walk out a life.”
Isabel says, “Surely someone would open the pantry before then, but I see your point.”
I say, “We will have to ensure that the door can be open from within, and once you touch it the enchantment allows time to move normally. Who would like to take ten years to open a door?”
We modify the spell on the current pantry, and create two more. Six more crates, with the new enchantment, three for house Morgan, and three for Father, the King. Once the guards have finished skinning the drake, we leave and head back to the city, the large iron ball trailing behind. Once across the wall I take the two Royal guardsmen to the tannery, and we drop off the drake hide.
A large bag of gold I hand to the Lieutenant, and he shakes his head thinking I only said it jokingly before. I instruct him to inform me when it runs low so that I may replenish the fund.
We then moved to the smelters area, many blacksmiths and metals smiths located in this area, after finding one willing to purchase the large metal ball, I accept the one thousand gold he offers, and he produces a letter of credit authorizing the transfer. I look to Justin he nods his head affirmatively, and the guards inform him that it will be going into the royal treasury.
As we return to the palace, and I set back down in the courtyard, Father is there, I even show him the grasshopper we had left in the pantry and explain the difference between it and one of the crates with the old enchantment. He smiles and gives me a hug.
The King says to one of the nobles giving him a hard time. “Do not let me catch you in this enchanted pantry; if you go missing I should leave you there for a year or two. It would only be minutes to you but paradise for me.”
The two guards addressed the King. The lieutenant begins, “Sire you wanted us to report any problems.” The King nods and looks at me. The guard begins, “As we were finishing our lunch, a drake attacked sire.” Given me a bow the guard continues, “Julius, hit the beast with the lightning bolt that must have lasted a five count killing the creature. He then had a skin the creature, selling the hide he wishes to create a fund for widows and orphans of the guard. We were at the old orcs campsite, he also gathered up all the old metal abandoned as they fled. He sold it for a letter of credit.”
I hand my father the letter of credit, “For the royal treasury, it is from the spoils of your victory.”
The guard Lieutenant says, “If I may sire, your son is a lot like you, kind and generous, courageous and powerful. I would stand at his side, any day, against any force. I would feel as I was the one being protected, much the way my father described being at your side.”
Isabel wraps her arm around me. Jeremiah and Justin chuckle as they nod their head yes. Finally, Captain Michael says, “The same as I feel in his presence sire.”
The King chuckles and wraps his arms around Isabel and me. He says, “I feel I have not only found my son, but my champion as well.” Looking at the guard Lieutenant he says, “He killed a drake.” It was a statement instead of a question.
The Lieutenant says, “Yes sire, nearly without effort, he reacted and we needed only to make him aware of any other danger. Fortunately none came.”
I smile at the lieutenant and say, “The two would rush to have fought the creature to its death or their death to protect us. They are brave and loyal.”
The King points out, “You will need a personal guard, men that should train with you, and know what to expect. Your strengths and weaknesses, wizards are very powerful, but an arrow through your heart and you are still just as dead as any man is.”
His words are true, and they come from the understanding of a father. Thankfully, he is not over protective, under the circumstances it could easily have occurred, but I think he understands and respects my strength, my ideals, as he is beginning to get to know who I truly am.
Isabel whispers into my ear, “Husband I have yet to give a dowry, we had believed you orphaned. Will you help me gather my dowry?”
I nod my head yes, “Of course my love, I will help you in any fashion that you desire.”
We possibly could remain for three more days, but I knew that soon Camarillo would require its Duke. Father was holding court; disputes either between duchies, or between matters that covered more than a Duchy brought to the King’s court. Occasionally, someone with enough power or wealth would petition the king’s court to overturn of Duke’s decision, all those matters heard, and I do realize at one time in the future I will be the one hearing the king’s court.
After presenting the pantry to father, we had to make a brief stop in the kitchen and installed it for the cook, after I explained how the magic worked, and warned her not to allow anyone to stay within, or they would have a large chunk of time missing.
The cook placed to chickens within the pantry. She wanted to ensure that it did not kill them, tossed them in the air before closing the door. When the door was open the chickens still had not landed, but clucked loudly and ran once they did.
When I explained to her that once the door is closed time slows down within the pantry without stopping, therefore it does not kill any living thing. I warn, with the door closed the person inside will not realize how much time has passed. They are aware of only a few moments that passes as the doors shuts and opens. If you do not open the door but once a season, everything you left within would be as fresh as the day you shut the door.
The cook asks, “You mean I can cook a meal on Monday and serve it Friday just as hot and fresh as it was on Monday after closing the door?”
I say, “You could prepare a pie, place it upon the shelf within the pantry, and serve it a decade later barely cooled, time only moves normally within with the door open, If the door remained open for only an hour during that decade, the pie would only cool for an hour and a minute.”
The Cook giggles now that she understands; she gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, “Thank you young wizard, I think I might finally get a day off. I will make several dishes ahead of time, to serve hot and ready without me even being in the kitchen.”
I smile and say, “Very true, and you can store away much more fresh fruit, vegetables, and berries that would spoil otherwise. You can have fresh berries in the dead of winter, but remember everything ages normally when the door is open. However, do not close the door thinking I can get something from the shelf on the end. That short walk would take you a hundred years to us. I think the King would be rather upset if his dinner was that late.”
The cook laughs, “Very true young wizard.”
The cook begins to explain to her staff, that the door is to remain closed as long as possible, opened only as briefly as necessary to retrieve or store an item. No one is to remain inside to organize the shells once the door is closed.
Satisfied that the cook truly understands and will explain it to her staff Isabel and I leave for our shopping.
We take our leave of our fathers who are talking business anyway, with the lieutenant and the other guard who accompanied us earlier today, Isabel after gathering several diamonds from the first dowry now hers, and we head to the market. She sells four diamonds, now holding a purse with over a thousand gold we buy six rugs. One will replace the rug Justin gave us. Two will be for Isabel’s father, the other three Isabel will try to enchant. Isabel buys to ornate mirrors; they are small and handheld but excellently crafted.
New Cowan, is two days walk from the coast, and two more to the major duchies along the coast road to the north another three days walk is a city of Bethany. Bethany is the major trading port for the northern half of Cowan. The next largest city down the coast is Camarillo. Only small fishing villages dot the coast to the south of Camarillo for nearly six days walk, then the city of Edmonton, along with its Duke controls much of the coast on South. They also have the largest harbor in the kingdom. A road stretches along the coast, from Bethany in the North, all the way to Edmonton in the South; the coast road connects with roads leading inland. Most of the duchies of the kingdom are rather small, some just of village with a tower for the Duke. Others have sizeable farmlands stretching in every direction from the seat of the duchy.
The problem is with a kingdom this large it takes months before word spread from one end of the kingdom to the other. With a small carpet, a messenger can make the trip within a week. Isabel bought three small carpets of sufficient quality that a single messenger with a dispatch pouch could move from Duchy to Duchy. I do believe that would be something my father would truly appreciate. He is not so much about himself as being able to serve, and protect the people of his kingdom. I am glad my wife can see that, it goes to speak of her heart as well.
When Isabel stop at a dress shop, she dragged me in with her. I was surprised when she went to the area that held dresses for younger girls. Looking through she found two of different size that looked identical in style, slightly differences in color. She asked if the Captain’s daughters about that size. I shook my head yes what I could tell the both were about that same size. The dresses might be just slightly too large for the girls now, but the girls are growing. Isabel paid for the dresses and we left.
I stopped by the tannery to which we sold the Drake hide, our two guards look confused when I began bartering to buy the leather made from it. Drake hide is extremely tough few arrows and bolts can penetrate the leather, in conjunction with chain mail, it can make a light tough armor, perfect for a mage.
Isabel spotted me the money until my treasure retrieved from Camarillo Keep, and the leather would be ready in two days. Isabel was not sure what I plan for the Drake leather. I was going to use it to protect my wife, at least as much protection as it would grant. If I cannot keep her from danger, at least I can give her as much protection that magical armor will provide. Drake leather is one of the necessary elements used in creation of magical armor.
Having set upon this course there are several other items I will need to acquire, and perhaps my father-in-law would be the best source for those items. If clan Morgan did not have the items, I am sure that they will have the contacts that can either procure them or direct me to individuals that can.
We stopped by an armor Smith, and I inquire about Elvan chain, specifically star silver, unfortunately he does not have any, and the only source within the kingdom is at Bethany, an armor Smith in Bethany purchases the star silver link material from the elves. He acts as intermediary between the elves and dwarves. The dwarves mine the raw star silver, refine it, they make some of the best swords from it. The elves on the other hand, can work it into such a fine link that the dwarves are willing to give up some of the star silver to attain the fine star silver material.
I ask Isabel, “Would you like to go to Bethany tomorrow? I have need of star silver material; it is the only source within the kingdom.”
Isabel is well traveled and educated by her parents in the ways of merchandising. Certain rare items are always in demand by wizards. Drake hide leather, star silver material, diamond dust, are but a few items used in creating magical armor. Isabel says, “That is a city that we should not linger in, the clan has lost people there. They just went missing and no search can find them. There should be enough Drake hide leather, for two suits of armor. Remember, to protect me you must also protect yourself.”
Forgetting myself, I step forward and give my wife a kiss causing us to glow. The Smith gasp as the scars from years of working the forge disappear from his hands and forearms. He flexes his once painful hands and smiles as he gives blessing to the gods.
He asks, “Does that occur each and every time you kiss your lady?”
With a smile I say, “My Angel’s halo is seen with each kiss. I am unsure if it heals all touched by the light.”
George, our second guard pulling down his shirt looking for an old scar, he says, “It does take care of the old painful wounds.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Love heals all wounds.”
The Smith looks at is pleading, “Please come to my home, my son injured his arm this morning and the physician is going to take it off tomorrow. If you can help, I will do anything, I will pay any price you ask.”
Isabel moved by his story, not the promise of payment. Isabel says, “We will come, if we can help you need make no payment, love is always given freely.”
The Smith we learn his name is Craig, a tall broad shouldered man with black hair and brown eyes, with huge hands as we walked to his home people move out of the way. Not that he is a bad person, but the look of urgency on his face and his size give all reason to move aside. His home is not very far, in the middle of the city a middle-class neighborhood. Isabel and I are accustomed to such places, but our two guards are nervous and feel out of place. I can just hear Captain Michael scolding me for going into such a neighborhood without his protection.
The truth is in a neighborhood like this one the more guards around you the larger the target you are. If Isabel and I had our normal clothing, no one would ever pay attention to the two of us walking together through a neighborhood like this. A journeyman mage and the daughter of a merchant would be a normal site for this neighborhood. Although neither of us are that anymore, I am sure the rumors of my return are spreading through the city.
We finally reached the home of Craig the Smith, slightly larger than many around it, a small fenced yard and a stone walkway leads to the front door. Many children are in the front yard, they seem quite sad most likely the brothers and sisters of the injured boy.
Craig opens his front door and holds it for the guards, Isabel, and I. Craig’s wife a large woman herself, not truly fat just tall with broad shoulders for a woman, greets us. She looks as if she could work right alongside her husband at his Smithy. It is easy to see the distress on her face, and she steps into her husband’s embrace. He explains, “My love Jenna, I brought some people who may help. Look at my hands.”
The woman examines her husband’s hands with look of hopeful wonder. She asks, “How?”
Isabel answers, “The goddess Aphrodite’s blessing, when we kiss the light of our love has the power to heal, when the goddess wishes.”
Jenna practically pulls Isabel up the stairs and I follow and then Craig and the guards. In a small bedchamber, his grandmother is holding the weeping four-year-old boy; he was in so much pain. One arm is obviously terribly broken, swollen and in a wrong angle. I immediately put the boy to sleep using a simple sleep spell. I know the arm must be straight before the healing magic will work properly. I tell Craig what we need, and what we must do first. His eyes widened as I tell him what might happen if we do not.
Only a few minutes later, he comes back with the boards, and a couple sheets we move the sleeping boy, his mother holds him, even in his sleep, the pain is evident on the young boy’s face. I cast the spell the blocks pain and the little boy relaxes. Craig extends his arm pulling at least two inches longer than the other is. Unfortunately that is necessary, I concentrate on the boy’s bones within his arm, I need to set them back into place in my hands extend as they begin to glow. Once the bones are where they originally were. I direct Craig to release the tension slowly on his son’s arm using a board to support it holding it straight and then gently rapping the arm with the sheet.
Justin had took me to several healers in the past, although they were unable to help me. I did learn a few things from them. This was not the first broken bone I had set. However, it must have been one of the worst, and on a boy so young.
Fortunately, no bone broke the skin, although many have cut the muscles within his arm. Isabel and I step close together, we move into a kiss allowing our love to come forth. We do not brake our kiss until we hear the boy’s voice exclaim, “Mommy my arm does not hurt anymore! Why do you have it tied to a board?”
His Mother Jenna unwraps the boys arm once free he hugs his mother, who has tears running down her face she is so happy. The boy asks, “Mommy why are you crying.”
Jenna says, “I am so happy, my little Patrick.”
Craig shakes my hand so energetically he nearly pulls my arm from its socket. I smile and say, “That is better than any payment, to see you and Jenna so happy.”
Isabel says, “Miracles are done by the gods. We mortals cannot take credit for what they do. No payment to us.”
I smile and shake my head yes. Addressing the child I say, “Be careful little Patrick, I do not know how many times the gods will look on you kindly.”
He says, “Okay, but I had to save Kitty.”
Jenna explains, “Kitty is his little sister, she had crawled into the street, Patrick waved off the wagon that would have hit her, unfortunately the back will hit Patrick.”
I chuckle and say, “Be careful little hero, if you save the wrong damsel in distress she may just end up being your wife.”
Isabel slaps me on my ass, and I turn wrapping her back into a hug and pull her into a kiss, again the room brightens from our glow. Looking into her eyes I say, “You my love are the right damsel for me.”
Isabel blushes and says, “Fortunately, you are the right hero for me.”
As we lean in for another kiss, Little Patrick’s voice causes us to pause as he says, “Yuck, you are going kiss again, I like the light but do you have to kiss to make it.”
Isabel and I break out laughing, smiling I say, “We have no other way to make it other than kissing.”
The little boy’s voice says, “Well if that is the only way.”
Isabel and I smile and I ruffle the boy’s hair, I tell him, “Just keep your sister from getting into the street from now on.” The boy shakes his head yes, and Isabel and I turned to leave followed by our guards.
It is getting late so I call the carpet, we wait on the front porch has the children run in, they tackled the little boy as he emerges from the house, his father pulls them all into dinner. The carpet descends has Craig asks again, “Are you sure you will take no payment? I am sure your actions more than likely saved my son’s life.”
Smiling I say, “Seeing the smile on Jenna’s face was more than enough payment.”
Craig ask, “When I give thanks to the goddess Aphrodite, whose name should I give as her messengers?”
Before I can stop him George says, “Julius and Isabel of house Cowan.” The large man’s eyes widened as he sinks to his knee.
Shaking my head as the carpet lands I say, “Rise Craig I am not the Prince…”
George again interjects, “yet. You are your father’s son.”
The Lieutenant chuckles, “That you are. Rise Craig the son of the King wishes it.” We climb upon the carpet and are quickly out of sight.
Arriving back in the courtyard, escorted into the dining hall, we find dinner in progress. When we arrive, the cook pulls me in Isabel into a hug giving us a kiss on the cheek each. Smiling she says, “I hope you do not mind the hot rolls, I made them just after lunch.” With a giggle she continues, “I even made all three meals for tomorrow. They are in the pantry, and I will have a single day where all I have to do is go to the market.”
The King chuckles and says, “She has not stopped talking about the pantry, to her it is the greatest enchantment ever devised.”
Jeremiah smiles and says, “She may possibly be right. How many people would not starve to death if each household had a King Patrick’s miracle pantry?”
Isabel giggles, “I love the name. Sire it was your idea.”
The King chuckles and says, “Isabel my dear lady please refer to me as Father, or if you like Dad. I so want to hear my son, and now my daughter-in-law refer to me as a member of the family.”
I say, “For so long I have always wanted someone to call Dad, Master Justin did a very good job of raising me, but we both knew he was not my father, but now you are my Uncle Justin. Dad when you set at court I hope you do not mind that I still refer to you as my King, Sire or my Liege. Formality where it is required, is that okay Dad?”
The King chuckles and says, “You always will be my son, my soon to be Prince, but that is more than okay son.”
Isabel clears her throat and says, “If you wish to be called Dad by me, I have no problem as long as you drop the lady in informal settings. Okay Dad?”
The King and Jeremiah both chuckle. The King says, “Yes, that goes for you too Jeremiah just call me Patrick because we are in-laws.”
Jeremiah looks at me and says, “That means you do not need to call me your chieftain also, you may call me Dad as well, or Jeremiah.”
Justin says, “Pretty good week for you, you went from an orphaned ex-slave journeyman wizard to Duke and uncrowned Prince, married with a family on the way.”
Smiling I say, “I think they will only be a few more weeks as good in my entire life as this one. Those will be good weeks as well, the ones when Isabel gives me a child for us to love.” Isabel pulls me into a kiss and the whole room chuckles as we glow.

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Courting A Vampire 6

By: StormHerald
Chapter 6
A stream of sunlight landed on my face and I smiled, stretching awake.
It took a moment to realize where I was but once I did I stretched my
arms out to my sides and found Damien not there. I sighed and got up
rubbing the tops of my sore arms before heading into the bathroom
and taking a hot shower.
I found a black towel and wrapped it around me drying myself off as
best as I could. I opened the door and realized that the room was a lot
warmer than earlier. I padded into the living room to see a large fire
burning away and a plate of eggs and toast waiting for me on the table.
I opened the note and smiled at the beautiful script on it.
I am sorry that I cannot be with you for the remaining of the time I have
you. I was spirited away due to a conflict in the North. I will make it up to
you when I return. I already took Desmond with me, so you needn’t worry
about her threat. Isadora should be arriving shortly. I will see you soon.
Prince Damien
I closed the letter and grabbed a piece of toast and bit into it, holding it
in my mouth as I grabbed the handle of the knife I had noticed still in
the table and yanking hard, pulled it out. I touched the edge of the
blade then set it in my lap as I finished my breakfast. My Aunt stormed
into the room just as I was finishing looking around furious.
“He has some nerve to skip out on almost half of the time with you, and
taking that little tartlet with him.”
I smiled at her, “Don’t worry about it, he said he would make it up, and
I’m glad she’s gone.”
“Yes, well…” She looked around the place her eyebrows shooting up
and staying up in surprise. I followed her with my eyes as I drank the
last of the orange juice, “He really accommodated you, didn’t he?”
I stood up and walked to her, “What do you mean?”
“Well, all the blankets for one thing. Most of the time vampires don’t
have pillows or blankets on anything other than the bed, the fire, and
he even put in a television.”
I laughed and shook my head, “We didn’t watch it.”
She suddenly turned and grabbed my hand, worry marring her features,
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t expect him to pick you first. Are you
alright?”
She looked me over, noticing the faint bruising on my upper arms but
seemed satisfied that I was unharmed, “I am just fine, just would like to
get dressed, honestly.”
She smiled and grabbed the plastic bag she had set on the couch when
she had walked in, “Care to divulge some details?”
I shook my head as she unzipped the bag revealing a dark blue satin
dress, “Nope.”
She laughed and helped me into the dress and picked through my hair
as I brushed my teeth. She started to pick up the room and picked up
the scraps of the lace corset holding it up, “Oh my.”
I blushed as she continued to hunt around finding the ripped panties

shortly after. She giggled and put them in the top drawer of the night
stand, “We’ll just leave these here for him.”
I covered my face with my hands and ran out of the room, too
embarrassed to say anything. My aunt followed me laughing as she
gathered a few remaining things in the room and left.
*******
The next few days were uneventful, whatever was happening in the
north kept the Prince away for the rest of the week, Desmond arrived
as Yuki left, and I made it a point to avoid being alone in any of the
halls. I explained to my aunt the knife and then Desmond’s threat,
manufacturing a story that she would possibly believe, she seemed to
be thoroughly impressed, as she made it a point to strap it to my thigh
in every single dress I wore.
Eventually the Prince did return, and upon his return there was a huge
ball thrown, Elizabeth had already been back for three days and the ball
was not only to commemorate the Princes return, but to also
commemorate the beginning of the courtship. I had asked my Aunt
how I would go about courting the Prince and all she could tell me was
that I needed to be proactive and seek the Prince out as often as I
could, rather than waiting for him to find me.
The night of the ball she dressed me in a form fitting, midnight blue,
velvet dress. It had a slit up to my hip on one side, and on the other my
knife was strapped. My hair was pulled up into a French twist with blue
diamond encrusted combs pinning it into place. The front of the dress
dipped into a low scoop, and thanks to a strong push up bra, my
cleavage held center stage. Sitting on my collar bone was my blue
diamond necklace and long diamond earring dangled from my ears.

My aunt left shortly after getting me ready, telling me she had to meet
with the family over a few things, and left me to find my way to the
ball. I decided then, that it would be a wise idea to be proactive and
instead of making my way to the ball I made my way to the Princes
chambers. I lifted my hand to knock but saw that the door was cracked
open and I sighed, thinking that either someone was already with him,
or that he had already left.
I had missed him, and still hadn’t seen him since his return, so I entered
quietly, hoping to catch a brief glimpse of his face, if nothing else. I
heard a groan coming from the room and my heart beat faster realizing
that I may not have been the only proactive betrothed in the castle. I
debated whether to leave, but the desire to see his face was
overwhelming and I couldn’t help but to peek around the corner into
his room.
What I saw stunned me, the Prince was alone, wearing nothing but a
pair of pants fallen to his ankles. He was sitting on the bed and one
hand was working up and down on the glorious member I’d had
multiple dreams about. But it was what was in the other hand that
stunned me, in his other hand were the panties my Aunt had left him,
he had them pressed to his face and was breathing them in deeply as
he worked on his hard member.
I stepped forward and with no thought what so ever knelt down in
front of him and stopped his hand. His eyes flew open as he jumped
startled until his silver eyes landed on my face. He lowered the panties
from his face and I stood up enough to capture his lips with mine. He
grabbed me and ravenously pressed my body to him, our mouths
ravishing each other, saying with more than words how much we had
missed each other.
He broke the kiss and I pulled back sinking back to my knees and
moving his hands away from his beautiful cock. I licked the glistening
head, closing my eyes and tasting the sweet liquid that had pooled
there. I licked down his member until I was to its base, and then I pulled
away to look at the large, heavy testicles hanging from him. I nuzzled
them softly before licking up the textured flesh. He moaned and I
looked up seeing him watching me, his eyes pure bright glowing silver,
and his fangs fully exposed.
I opened my mouth and softly sucked in one ball, caressing it with my
tongue before switching to the other. I nuzzled in the hair for a
moment, breathing in his spicy scent before returning my attention to
his now throbbing cock. I licked up the vein and swirled my tongue
along the ridge of the head. I again licked at the pooling liquid at the tip
and then slowly engulfed him in my mouth. He was hot, and the feeling
of his thick shaft moving down my throat until my nose was buried in
his curly black hair, was amazing.
I felt my body respond by heating up my stomach and the junction
between my legs. I swallowed and nursed on him until I pulled up,
sucking hard as I pulled him out of my mouth. He groaned loudly and
grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back down. I inched as
close as I could and began to move up and down on him, swallowing in
pleasure as his hot shaft reached into my throat, and sucking hard as it
pulled out. Soon Damien was moaning my name and I felt my slit drip
wet as his member thickened and his hot seed filled my mouth.
I moaned and stared straight into his bright silver eyes, as I suckled on
him, draining every last bit I could from him before releasing him and
licking my lips clean. He groaned at seeing me and grabbed the back of
my head and forcefully pulled me against his mouth. He attacked my
mouth, sucking and nipping at my lips, and I did the same in return,
gasping and moaning as his tongue ravished mine. Too soon he pulled
away and held me away from him. I set my hands down onto his knees
and sank back onto my folded legs, sitting and waiting patiently for him.
He ran is hand over his face as his still silver eyes looked at me and his
fangs in plain view.
I shuddered and smiled at him, “I missed you.”
He frowned and stood up pulling his pants up and fastening them
quickly. I stood up and followed him into his closet watching him pick a
black button up shirt and putting it on. He buttoned it up without
looking at me and I stood in his way in the door way. Finally he looked
up at me and I nodded, “I can leave if I’m bothering you.”
He shook his head and softly pushed passed me and walked into the
bathroom and pulled his hair back. I walked in with him and looked in
the mirror, fixing the few stray hairs that had escaped my hairdo. He
walked out and I continued to straighten myself out before nodding
then walking out seeing him put on his boots. He wouldn’t look at me
and I sighed and walked to the door, “I’ll leave you to it then.”
I turned and walked out getting only three steps before warm, strong
arms wrapped around me, “Don’t go yet.”
I turned in his arms and looked at him, “Okay,” laid my head against his
chest and then kissed the nape of his neck before he dropped his arms
and turned away, finishing getting dressed. I sat on the edge of the bed
and watched him pull cuff links out and put them on and then pull out a
very formal looking jacket and put it on. I played with my necklace
catching Damien’s eye.
“I have been hearing a lot of things about you, while I was away.”
I looked up at him curious, “I’m surprised you heard anything up where
you were at. What was it?”

He nodded to me, “That this particular shade of blue seems to be your
favorite color.”
I smiled, “It is, and silver, blue and silver.”
His eyes narrowed, “Silver huh?”
I ignored his sudden mood change and leaned back on my hands
thinking back to my room back home, “Yes, my whole house is black
and red except my room. I have these beautiful blankets that are just
the perfect dark blue and then stitched all through them are silver stars
and flowers. They are my absolute favorite.”
“Tell me more about your home.” He sat next to me and I smiled at him
and sat up.
“Well the canopy of my bed is this light blue, and then this rich emerald
green. I didn’t used to like green but one year the farmers that owned
the fields around our house all decided to plant wheat at the same
time.” I sat up and waved my arms in front of me, “The whole world
was just this beautiful sea of deep green that would wave in the breeze.
It was amazing; it was so green that it even filled the house with green,
every time the sun was out, and the house was filled with green. Then
the wheat turned golden yellow and it was just amazing, I felt like I
lived in a sea of gold for a while.”
I leaned back on my arms, “I didn’t go to school, like the rest of the
humans, I went mostly online. We lived in the middle of nowhere, the
nearest house being a good three miles away. I spent a lot of time
learning how to be a proper vampire princess from my mother.” I gave
Damien a sideways look and smiled, “obviously I ignored those lessons.
I also learned different things too, like vampire history, my family’s
history, and self-defense.”
Damien looked down at the black watch he wore and sighed, “We need
to get going.”
I stood up and straightened my dress and Damien grabbed my hand,
“Thank you.”
I leaned forward and brushed my lips gently against his before
straightening up and smiling at him, walked out of the room. I walked
to the ballroom and was instantly the center of attention as hundreds
of pairs of black eyes turned to look at me. I straightened my back and
glided to the best of my abilities to the area where my aunt told me to
meet her. I tried to subtly check myself, making sure I didn’t have any
evidence of what had happened on me before being grabbed into a
bone crushing hug by my aunt.
She whispered into my ear, “We have a problem.”
I pulled back looking at her and to nodded towards three very tall men,
the most noticeable having dusty blonde hair, a full beard, and sharp
green eyes. I knew instantly there were Lycans, wolves most likely, or
maybe even lions. I gave my aunt a dark look, “I thought that was what
the Prince was up North taking care of.”
My aunt shifted uncomfortable and gave my four relatives a very black
look, “They are here for you.”
I spun around and grabbed my aunts hand and glared into her black
eyes, “What?”
“It seems that while my side of your family has offered your hand to the
Prince, your mother’s side has been talking to the Lycans about you

marrying one of their leader’s sons.”
“What do you mean?”
My cousin stepped forward and pulled the two of us back a few more
feet into the shadows, “My uncle, your uncle, has been up north
working on peace with the Lycans. He had mentioned that you were
human, not vampire, and because of that reason, the marriage oath
was changed to allow the Prince an option of choosing a vampire
instead of you. When he said that the Lycan leader was immediately
interested, my uncle has basically promised that if you aren’t chosen by
the Prince, then you will be married to one of his sons.”
She nodded to the three Lycans and they zeroed in on the movement
their green eyes locking with mine. They all smiled and I felt my pulse
begin to quicken as I backed up into my cousin. I began to look
frantically for a place to run to, only partially noticing Damien making a
very obvious, straight line to the three men. I started to shake as I
realized I was cornered and suddenly my aunt was in front of me
looking at me worried, “Lilly?”
I didn’t look at her, but instead kept my eyes zeroed in on the lethal
movements of the three men that were getting too close. Suddenly I
couldn’t catch my breath, and the world began to spin before the edges
of my vision blackened. I was panicking, I had never panicked this much
before in my life, but their movements, their bodies, everything, was
different than anything I had seen before.
My aunt was tugging on my hand, “Breathe Lilly, Lilly?”
She looked past my shoulder, “What’s wrong with her?”
I felt my legs give out and my aunt caught me suddenly realizing I was
fainting, “Oh my Hades, someone, get a glass of water or something.
NO NOT BLOOD YOU IDIOT!!!”
It was the last thing I heard as the blackness at the edge of my sight
moved to cover my entire vision, and my body went slack.
I felt cool hands on my face, as another set of hands lifted my head and
water was poured onto my lips. I opened my eyes staring straight into
the familiar black eyes of my aunt, the worry lines on her face fading as
she saw me wake up.
“Oh thank all that is undead, I thought you died.” I took a few more sips
before sitting up and recognizing I wasn’t in the ballroom anymore. I
grabbed my Aunts hand, ‘What happened?”
My aunt chewed on the inside of her cheek and looked down at me
worried, “Promise not to faint again?”
I nodded, “I’m not being stalked by some oversized lion looking man
with no place to run.”
My aunt sat down with a huff, “Well, the Prince went up north because
the Lycans leader had told him he wanted to make peace. So of course,
the Prince went and when he was there he was told about your Uncles
offer of your hand should the Prince not want you. This was, of course,
an inappropriate time to discuss that sort of thing because the Prince
had just met you. So instead the leader gave him an ultimatum, if he
would allow three of his sons to court you, as you and the three
vampires courted him or else…”
“He agreed?” Was all I could squeak out before my aunt hushed me.
“It was that or full on war Lilly, which would you have picked?” I
nodded accepting that the ultimatum left little to be desired.
“Someone could have warned me.”
“Well I was going to but you had disappeared out of the room, and I
couldn’t find you in the ball room either.”
I looked around and realized I was in an office lying on a soft leather
sofa, “Where am I?”
“Damien’s study, he told me to send for him when you woke, which I
did so he should be here soon.”
My aunt looked at me strangely for a moment, “is there something you
need to tell me before he arrives?”
I looked at her confused, “What do you mean?”
“Well, his reaction to you fainting was pretty, obvious. He about killed
the three Lycans, thinking they had attacked you. On top of that, when I
picked you up, you are absolutely covered in the Princes smell.”
Before I could say anything the door opened and the Prince strode in
looking over my entire body as if trying to find a mark. I stood up and
narrowed my eyes at him, ignoring the crowd, watching from just
outside the door.
“You…” I hissed and was promptly grabbed by the shoulders and held
immobile as I tried to kick Damien in the shin, ‘You could have warned
me!!”

My aunt quickly walked to the door closing it, “Nothing to see, you
would be pissed off too if you found out…” Her voices faded as she
walked out of hearing distance.
“You are right, I should have. I didn’t expect them to be here so soon.”
He held onto me as I tried to aim another kick at him.
“And so when you get Desmond, I end up with some fricken Wolf, or
Lion or whatever those guys are.”
Damien ground his teeth together, “I didn’t have a choice.”
I slumped down defeated and Damien quickly picked me up and sat me
on the couch next to him, “I know about your choice, my aunt told me.
It’s just, you may not have much of a choice, but I don’t have any
choices.”
I felt tears well up and fall down my cheeks, “I feel like some prized cow
being sold off to the highest bidder.”
Damien didn’t say anything, and instead let me cover my face and weep
for a few minutes before the door burst open. I automatically jumped
up with a cry and grabbed at my dagger, assuming the Lycans had come
for me. I held the knife up only to see Desmond glaring daggers at me.
I moaned and slumped back down next to Damien and played with the
tip of the dagger as he grabbed her and pulled her to just outside the
door. I didn’t hear much of the conversation beyond Desmond whining
about needing a dance partner and how I would be fine with my aunt,
but Damien said something to her and eventually she left.
I was starting to entertain some pretty morbid thoughts about the
dagger when Damien grabbed it silently from me. I looked up at him
startled and he touched my chin, “I didn’t like the look you were giving
it.”
I moaned and slumped back, “It’s an option.” not really meaning the
words as they came out, I was being sullen, and I figured I had every
right to be, damned undead!!
“No its not.” Damien’s voice was cold and I ignored it, covering my eyes
with my hands.
He sat back down beside me and grabbed my hands holding them in
his, “I sorry this has happened.”
I nodded, “I know, its my uncles fault, not yours.”
He nodded, “I will introduce you to the three of them, and I won’t leave
your side while you speak with them. It will be good for you to get to
know them.”
I swallowed a lump in my throat, Damien was trying to get me to like
one of the suitors so that he could marry Desmond without guilt. I
nodded and stood up, taking a deep breath, and putting the dagger
away. I took another sip of water then straightened my shoulders,
“Alright, introduce away.”
We walked into the ball room, arm in arm and he led me directly to the
three Lycans. They bowed and apologized for frightening me and
eventually introduced themselves, as Lucas, the tall one with the sandy
blonde hair and full beard, he was the Lycan leaders second son. The
third son was William, he was quieter and darker than his brothers, but
smiled and bowed low to me saying very little and not lingering over
me at all. The last one was Gabriel, the youngest, he was about my age
but stood a good foot taller than me. He bent down, and smiled at me,
kissing my hand, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. His fingers
were long and slender, making me think of an artist’s hands rather than
a warrior princes hands. I smiled back at him and the other two
groaned and traded coins with each other.
I looked back to Damien but his eyes were the color of steel as he
stared at the three, and kept his hand on the small of my back and I got
a sense of possessiveness as well as protectiveness from the gesture. I
turned and thanked him for helping me and nodded to a fuming
Desmond, he looked at her then back at me, his face flashing with
conflict before nodded to me and dropping his hand.
“If you need anything…” He let the sentence hang and I thanked him.
I turned back to the suitors and suddenly felt very overwhelmed by
how they towered over me. They all three smiled and offered to take
me to the balcony for fresh air. I thanked them and followed Lukas,
William and Gabriel flanking me on either side. I turned my head
looking at them confused and Gabriel shrugged, “it’s a pack thing, its
not threatening.”
‘Um, Okay.” It was weird, but probably harmless. At least that’s what I
told myself.
We all stepped out onto the balcony and I took a deep breath, feeling
the cool breeze cut through me but enjoying the fresh air anyway.
“It’s pretty strange.”
I looked at William curiously, “What is?”
“Well, your uncle made it sound like you being born a human was more
of an embarrassment than anything else. But as soon as we arrived the
whole place has been scrambling to make sure your safe. I don’t think
anyone even thought about the other three betrothed.” Lukas nodded
agreeing with his brother.
“We came here thinking you would be brow beaten at the least, maybe
we could be your dashing saving heroes. Instead we get rumors about
you being the precious blue diamond princess.”
I moaned and rolled my eyes, “My aunts to blame for that one. She
plays up how unique I am, and if there’s anything a vampire loves, it’s
to possess something unique.”
All three brothers nodded, “Yeah, we were pretty surprised actually to
hear about you. It isn’t every generation one of you is born, but to have
two of you born in the same generation, is pretty special.”
Gabriel sat on the edge of the balcony and nodded, “Yeah, not only is
the great Prince born a vampire, something that hasn’t happened in
what did the old coot say, a century?”
The two brothers nodded, “But then a human is born from two
vampires and that hasn’t happened in about a millennium. For
creatures that prize rare things, the Prince really doesn’t seem to
appreciate you.”
They all agreed and I narrowed my eyes at them, “So you are here to
charm me into marrying one of you?”
They nodded grinning, “Great, and what if I don’t want any of you?”
Luke rubbed his beard for a moment, “Well in a month if we haven’t
made any progress with you, one, two or three of our other brothers
will show up and have a go at it.”
“How many of you are there?”
“Not counting my older brother who is on his honeymoon right now,
there are eleven of us, seven of us brothers, we have four sisters too.”
My jaw dropped, “Are you serious?”
They nodded and I leaned back against the balcony, “Wow, that’s a lot
of kids.”
They laughed and Luke put his hand on William’s shoulder, “William
here isn’t interested in getting married, so no offense to you, but in a
month he will be leaving. I was going to leave to, but…”
His eyes roamed my body for a moment and he smiled wider, “I’ve had
a change of heart.”
I looked at Gabriel who’s squatting beside me on the balcony ledge,
“And Gabriel?”
Gabriel hopped down and held his hand out, “Gabriel wants to dance.”
I smile and hesitantly put my hand in his and shyly let him guide me
back into the ball room. Damien and Desmond were already there
dancing, and I looked at Gabriel who squeezed my hand gently, “Don’t
worry Princess I don’t bite.”
I chuckle and let him pull me close and begin to move to the music. I
was surprised at how well he knew how to dance and by the end of it,
the combination of dancing and Gabriel’s constant snide remarks about
the different vampires had me smiling and laughing with him. He spun
me into another dance and continued to talk about himself and his
seven brothers and four sisters.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise and looked behind me to see
steel gray eyes staring at me. I smiled at him and nodded before he
turned away. Gabriel didn’t miss the interaction and snorted, “His loss,
he must be absolutely crazy to be dancing with that bleached out stick
figure over you.”
I pushed Gabriel away a little as he leaned in too close and smiled, “I’ve
been raised vampire my whole life, Desmond is stunning by vampire
standards.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, whatever, I got the better end of
the deal anyway.”
I blushed and suddenly a cold hand was on my shoulder, “May I cut in?”
Gabriel frowned but nodded, turning on his heel and stalking back to
his brothers on the balcony. I turned and looked into steel grey eyes
and smiled, “Hi.”
He spun me and then pressed me against him in a slow waltz, “You
seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
I looked up at Damien and nodded, “They look worse than they are.”
“I don’t like how that pup was looking at you.” I sighed and put my hand
on his chest and pulled back to look at him.
We stopped moving as we stared at each other, “I’m just trying to make
the best of the situation I’m in Damien.”

He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again his
eyes had returned to their grey, “I know, just remember that you are
supposed to be courting me, along with them courting you.”
I smiled up at Damien, “As if I could forget.”
He’s eyes flashed silver before he dropped my arms and stepped back. I
looked after him, watching him grab Yuki’s hand and move with her
onto the dance floor. A very large hand dropped onto my shoulder and
I looked up to see Luke staring darkly at Damien.
“Wanna dance?”
I laughed and nodded, “Sure.”

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FIre Class: Falling in Love

Like I said before not my story the original author is JWDD I am just making a new twist of the story dont hate me and as always leave comments as I all coments. Dont be shy to give me some ideas stuff you wanted in the original story but it didnt have them. I am adding more mythical creatures i am thinking about involving Gods in this or how about having him bind a powerful demon to become his loyal sevant eh. tell me what you think
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I kept tossing and turning during the night. It felt hopeless and so I decided to read the old book. I turned on my lamped and started reading.
Summoning an elemental
Elementals can help answer any questions you may have most elementals have been alive since the beginning of mankind. But, be warned elementals always want something in return for their services. To summon one you will need to put a piece of their element in the middle of a circle drawn with salt. Most mages call the elemental of their class as to not cause rivalry between the elemental and the mage. After you have a piece of their element you must pronounce the fallowing words “elmanti” and say their element.
This would be interesting to use in the future. Too bad they were not among the living as I could just use my Infiniti talent and just take the information. I was getting tire so I decided to call it a night.
Somewhere else at the same time…..
“What do you mean he was too powerful for you” asked the stranger.” Sir we were in a tight spot he had an advantage over us, He had fire ready to use, all we could have do was flee” said one of the hooded strangers. “Is it true that there is a new world strongest mage out there in the world” asked another. “Don’t be ridiculous there is no way that such a person could exist he was lying and you idiots fell for it thinking he had 66 spikes, preposterous such a thing” said another hooded person. “Whether it’s true or not we need to make sure, if it is true we need him in our side or out of the way completely” said the first stranger as the others nodded in agreement.
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Waking up the next morning I felt tired so I teleported to the living room. I found my parents in the kitchen eating breakfast. “Dad what are we going to do about my hands” He looked at me and smiled and said “I was searching during the night a way to cover up your hands and an idea popped in my head we are going to enchant to create an illusion so that your hands look normal” I was dumb founded we didn’t I think of that.
“So what we going to enchant” “The ring I gave you a few months ago, you still have it right”
“Yeah I still have it, do you want me to go get it” “Yes get it so that we can get this over with” he said as I quickly ran up the stairs and came back down. He put the ring on the table and started saying the words “Ray ha melo illusione!” he screamed as he pointed his wand at the ring. The ring started shinning a dark blue and then it faded. “Here we go try it on” said Dad. I put the ring on and my hands started to shimmer and then they turned to normal the only thing that could not be covered were the little onyx looking rocks at the back of each hand.
“Well that’s one less problem we don’t have to worry” said mum looking relieved. “So Jamie have you tried casting a spell yet’ asked dad, I haven’t have time to since yesterday I went to sleep after reading the book “No dad I haven’t let me give a try” I said while I pointed a finger at him “Levatus” I said in a firm voice, the onyx rocks I had at the back of each hand shimmered and my dad started floating to the sealing. “ Ha ha, it works” I said feeling happy about being the first mage in recorded mage history to cast a spell with their bare hands. For the rest of the day I kept practicing many spells at dinner time my mum called me and said “Jamie packed up your stuff because we are going to celebrate your departure with some friends” I was cool with it and teleported into my room, packing seemed such a hassle then I remembered this spell I raised both my palms pointed at my room “Empacio Sulus” and my stuff started floating and packing itself. It was fun seeing everything just get out of the closet and fold itself into the bag. While my bag was making itself I picked up the old book sat in my desk chair skimmed for something that caught my attention and started reading.
Electricity Talent
Electricity can only be used when you are a water mage or are with a water mage so that they can make a storm so that they/you could harness that power. This talent is usually given to water users but there is the rare chance that it could be given to someone with a different element. When such a thing happens the mage is usually at a disadvantage. A man by an unknown name created a form to overcome this weakness. The idea was simple create a charm that produced infinite lightning. This although genius could not be done by many as it required the core of a tree and not many trees give out their core so easily. You would have to talk to a wood nymph for this and they would talk to the three. Trying to steal a tree core can have bad consequences as the elementals usually kill you for killing a tree. But if you do manage to get the core the spell you would use is the following “Infiniti Electros” after this just be careful of where you place it as it is a really precious object.
I closed the book, put it inside the bag and went downstairs. “So dad where are we going tonight and with who” ” you remember Bethany and Jess from Bacra” “Yeah” I said remembering how beautiful Jess was “Well I invited them to come over and we have dinner reservations at 8 pm” “At what time are they going to be here” ” At 7 pm” said mum.
We started cleaning up around the house and around 7:05 pm the doorbell rang. I went to open the door as my dad and mum were right behind me. When I opened the door my jaw almost hit the floor, I thought Jess was beautiful before know she was stunning she had matured over the summer getting a nice handful in the breast department her hair was painted red which I found weird, her being a water mage and all. Her skin was a little tanned and her lips were rosy and so kissable I found myself staring until my dad cleared his throat to get my attention. I blushed at having been seen ogling Jess. “Hi, can we come in” said Bethany looking at me straight in the eyes causing me to blush even harder for being so dumb. They came in and started talking. Mum took out a bottle of wine and started drinking away when they sat down in the table to talk about their mage school years. Me and Jess went to the basement to just chill. “So, have you been practicing over the summer” Jess said trying to start some conversation “Yeah wanna try some out” “sure” she said happily
“This is one I have been practicing” I pointed my finger at the table and said “Levatus” I don’t know what happened to me I was just trying to show off to her and forgot all about the fact that I just casted with my hands. When I looked at her she was looking at me with big eyes and her jaw was almost hitting the floor. I was thinking what I had done to get such a reaction when I noticed I had just casted the spell with my hands.
“H-How did you do that” she said stuttering from the shock ” Don’t freak out I can explain, but you have to keep it a secret ok” “ok” so I told her the hold story then she asked if I would take off the ring so that she could see my hands. “Are you sure” “yeah just take it off”. Trusting her I took the ring off and my hands went that light sucking black. She was staring at them intently.” I will keep the secret if you go out with me” She said I could swear my jaw like lathery hit the floor at that moment. She started blushing too “it’s just that I find you attractive and you find me attractive so why don’t we go out” I didn’t know what to say “Just think about and tell me later” she said as she moved up the stairs. I staid there thinking until my dad called me to get going to the restaurant. With all of us in the car and ready to go we left. I think you can imagine the car ride was kind of awkward with both of us sitting next to each other. When we got to the restaurant I had enough time to think about it and pulled jess to the side ” I will go out with you” and kissed her there was no tongue on anything just a sensual kiss. When I pulled back both my parents and Bethany were looking at me and smiling ” See you two are getting along just fine” said dad almost laughing causing me to blush “Stop teasing him honey” said mum giving dad a small push on the shoulder, in all this Bethany staid really quiet in the corner.
Throught dinner I could not help but notice Jess mum kept staring at me. Dinner was great. Everyone had their fun and we chated, althrought the evening I staid to Jess holding hands under the table and such. When we got home it was around 10 pm and everyone called it a night. I went to my room and just stared at the ceiling above my bed for about 15 minutes before when I heard a small knock onmy door Prince was already sleeping at the foot of my bed so i got up slowly. When I opened the door I was suprised to see Bethany standing on the other side. “Stay quiet and come with me” she whisped at me. I fallowed until we were in the basement.
“Do you love my daughter” she asked with a serious looking face “I do madam, although we havent gone as far as atmitting it to each other” “Good, did you know most strong mages become playboys because they have so many girls all over them”
“No, I did not know that ” “Well they do, Jess is the daughther of one of those kind of strong mages who used me and then threw me away, and when I went to tell him I was pregnat he just told me to stop lying to get some fame” by now she was almost on the verge of tears ” Just promise me one thing, you will always keep my daughter safe no matter what, can you keep that promise Jimie” “Yes madam I would put my life the line for your daughter I promise” “Good now lets get to sleep you have a big day tommorow”
We made our way to our rooms I was at ease as I closed my eyes and went to sleep peacefully.
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I Know the part is short but i wanted to know how i am doing and if you like were the story is going. If you decide like some idiot to add a buch of space for my next update i will desible comments which is something i dont want to do so dont force me. I still havent recieved a reply from JWDD but i am waiting. For those of you that wanted the original here is the link to it http://stories.xnxx.com/story/46560/Fire_Class any way apart from that i just read this comment say this “As of 3rd Feb 2013, I have stopping trying to post stories. I have not stopped writing but they well be posted in a series being an entire story at once… ~ JWDDs description.
I am sorry but your argument is invalid.” and i think thats just a bunch of bull this is the comments written by JWDD himself “As of 3rd Feb 2013, I have stopping trying to post stories. I have not stopped writing but they well be posted in a series being an entire story at once… I have found that if a story takes to long I lose interest, if I lose interest my writing ability weakens, and ruins the story as a whole. To all those hoping for new parts to my current stories, i appologise for there will be no more parts…. If my interest in those stories sparks again in the future I will add all the parts together and turn it into a proper novel but until that has yet to happen. I really did want to finish these stories but only a 1/4 of the stories I’ve written have been posted and I’m spending more time on my other stories which I have more attention in. rest assured when I finish them and proof read them a million times to make them perfect I will post them. My aim is to become a better writing and that takes time, it doesn’t help if I let my mind wander with stories and just post it instantly after writing it without re-reading it for errors.” now tell me do you out there think he will continue his stories anytime soon

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Reluctant Assassin Pt. 6

I watched the whole scene take place before my eyes. I hid out of the way, avoiding attention. Hitch had called Hacku ‘royal’, and he hadn’t liked it one bit. Why was that? Now Hitch was brutally shoving Hacku out of the room. I knew that he’d take him straight to the interrogation arena, but there was no interrogation taking place today. The look in Hacku’s eyes as he was stripped of weapons was pitiful. It was a look devoid of hope. I could tell how much he hated beatings, and this could possibly be the worst battering he’d ever take. Hitch was absolutely furious. But most of all, he was upset, and that was worse than any anger. I followed Hitch and the Commander to the interrogation arena and watched while Hitch made Hacku get down on his knees near the chain-loop in the centre of the raised platform. Ayanami was guided in by two highly talented men who did have a bit of magic on their side, and made to sit on one of the seats surrounding the platform. He was behaving well, but he looked bored, which could cause him to do something. Hitch brutally chained Hacku there and then, with carefully controlled fury managed to walk away without battering him there and then. He walked past us and said as he passed, “I’m not leaving Bess there to turn cold. I have my priorities straight and Bess is at the top of my list, sir.”
She looked peaceful. Beautiful, laid on her bed. It was as if she wasn’t dead. Sergeant Hitch was silently crying, tears rolling down his cheeks unkempt. For some reason, I had no tears to shed. Hitch gathered himself up and muttered some prayer to the Gods, then he turned to Commander Trent. Are you ready? His eyes said. Trent nodded silently.
When we went back to the interrogation arena, Hacku didn’t seem to have moved at all. It was 7 hours. The guards on duty there with spears looked to us when we entered. One came over to Trent, “He hasn’t moved at all. Literally.” He said nervously, shifting his gaze to the almost angelic-looking Vincent knelt on the platform, looking at the floor. Hitch seemed to have readopted his anger and fury, for he growled under his breath and strode up the stairs to Hacku. He stopped abruptly. Hacku’s gaze didn’t even falter. I think that his passiveness pissed the Sergeant right off, for he savagely kicked Hacku in the face and watched with satisfaction as he fell over sideways and spat out a couple of teeth with a great globule of blood. Hacku was in agony but he didn’t care. Didn’t block any of the Sergeant’s relentless attacks. The worst thing was that Hacku knew he couldn’t be beaten to death as a semper, and yet he still let this monster to it. In a period of seconds Hacku was flat out on the floor and his instincts began to kick in. He feebly tried to drag his broken body away from the onslaught, leaving a scuffed trail of blood, but he reached the boundary of his bonds, and could escape no further.
I looked across to Ayanami. Even that sadistic bastard had averted his eyes unhappily. He looked ill. As the beating continued Hitch seemed to become bored of steel capped boots and fists. He sent one of the men from his unit to bring a light weight blunt cudgel and a horse whip. In the meantime he used his dagger to remove Hacku’s already blood-stained jacket. I’d heard about how a semper’s body could heal itself, but I’d also heard about how if the body was placed under constant stress the body could not utilise its abilities and the injuries therefore built up until the body reached its stress limit. When this happened in the case of a normal human they would die. When this happened with a semper, their mental stability changed dramatically and the mind would function differently, which was different in the case of the individual. Hacku’s body under that jacket was almost completely black and blue. Blood trickled down his bare chest and back where his skin had yielded to Hitch’s brutality and pooled on the floor. Hitch tossed the jacket to the side and then waited for the soldier, giving himself a rest. Hacku forced himself back up to his knees from his position on the floor. He was shaking with the effort, and I could see his state of mind was shifting in his eyes. He should be dead now. He cringed suddenly at some pain that passed through him and he folded over his stomach. A convulsion passed through his body as he tried to stifle a cough, but the violence of it caused it to escape anyway and a crimson shower sprayed from his mouth, spattering the floor. He then coughed freely, a huge amount of blood, only to gag and actually throw up more blood. I watched in horror. Sempers aren’t supposed to be able to throw up- they didn’t eat. That meant his stomach was bleeding internally. Seeing what he had managed to do, his eyes widened and he dragged himself back from the mess as far as he could, panting. Hitch wasn’t concerned. He retrieved his new instruments from the soldier and returned to Hacku.
The world was blurred. I couldn’t see. Blow after blow came and my life went ever darker. I deserved it. I killed her. Just like I’d killed Lord Reignold and Keira and so many others before them. My mind wasn’t working properly. That meant I’d gone into extreme stress I guessed. It had only happened once before and that time… I don’t know. Everything was fuzzy. A sharp sting went up my back accompanied by an ear-piercing smack that caused me to jump suddenly. I shook my head to clear my vision and swung around to look up at Hitch who was brandishing a horse whip. Oh.
“Why don’t you fight back, you selfish murderer?” Hitch screamed passionately into Hacku’s face. Hacku didn’t even seem to understand what was going on around him. His eyes focused out, then fixed on Hitch inches from his face. He went cross-eyed then looked through him again. Hitch beat Hacku a few more times then grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to sit up. “You’re a pathetic human being.” He said almost defeatedly into Hacku’s dead eyes. “Pathetic.” He repeated.
Suddenly, Hacku seemed to surface into marginal sanity for a moment. His eyes were clear and sad as he spread his hands helplessly and spoke for the first time in the marathon beating, “Anything remotely human within my soul has abandoned me.” He said softly, then slipped into the abyss again.
Everyone was stunned into silence.
I went back to my room, sickened before the end of Hacku’s beating. Ayanami was still in there with the guards. I went to my room and laid on my bed. It was late, and before I knew it I was asleep, dreaming nightmares of Hacku’s world and life.
The next morning I awoke feeling no better than I had before sleeping. I had developed a bad habit of drinking in mornings, no thanks to the flask of brandy no-one other than Commander Trent gave me for my 17th, and so I had a good long draught before going down to the prison to check on Ayanami and Hacku. The prison had improved since we took it over from Ayanami, but down in the bowels of the prison building it wasn’t so clean. This was where Hacku had spent most of his early life with Ayanami, and I had spent some time myself. It was dark except for four torches lighting the room slightly, casting a red-yellow glow on the barred walls and damp stonework. In the first cell opposite the corridor was Ayanami, chained by a metal collar and shackles on his wrists. He was sat in the corner glaring across at me, his eye black pits and a beaten face.
He coughed, and then said grungily, “Why do you always thin my blood? It isn’t fair.” Apparently, the drug he’d been administered to thin his blood and make him easier to beat made him delirious too.
Behind me, I heard Hacku coughing, a great hacking cough that made me worried he was going to cough his own guts up. Hacku was lying on his side on the floor in the cell opposite Ayanami, having obviously given up long ago. He’d come back into sanity, for when he saw me he forced himself to sit up, though he slumped over forwards and still grimaced with the pain it caused. He opened his mouth to speak and then instead waved his hand in a ‘hi’.
“I… You… Look. I’m so sorry. You killed Lady Bess. I can’t help you.” I stuttered, forcing myself to see him as a killer rather than an old master at arms.
“I know,” Hacku squeaked through a dry throat. “Can I… can I ask you one thing?”
“You may.”
“Make them give me a quick death.”
“I’ll do what I can. I will, but I can’t promise anything. You’re a serial killer of peasants, of lords, of ladies, and of kings. The trial will be harsh.”
The next day, guards came for me in my cell and dragged me to my feet. They were dressed ceremoniously, wearing gold engraved armour with violet plumed helmets and sapphires studding the Hacku sigil of a plain broadsword. I’d had it that way to show my like for simplicity and the fact that my life was devoted to the way of the sword. Lady Bess Reignold had decided to try and honour me with my own guards, instead, it brought stab of pain to my heart. Out of respect to my own soldiers, I walked between the two guards at my sides and three infront and behind without being difficult across my old fortress and to the meeting hall.
Inside, everyone was already seated. When I entered all heads turned to me, and I hung my head in embarrassment and depression at seeing so many familiar faces. At the head of the hall, the panel of judges was made up of the Five Hands of Justice- the most famous and supposedly fair judges known, the High Judge Heiraki, and his majesty the King.
The witnesses and evidence-givers were many, but included Chancellor Durzo, Bess, Jay, Hitch, the king’s right-hand man, and astonishingly, Ayanami. Ayanami looked totally defeated like I had never seen him before. He sat between two guards, in chains, shirtless, shivering, and his head lolling forwards onto his chest at times.
I was pushed forwards down the central aisle past old friends, enemies and accomplices, to a desk in front of the judging panel. There, I was chained to the floor, and seated between two of my old guards who kept their hands on their swords at all times. Then, the formal speeches of swearing to speak the truth took place. As Durzo spoke it, his eyes glittered with sorrow, but I knew he would hold no details back. He would delve deep into my painful past and feed it to all these people. My heart sank and I looked at the floor to avoid my eyes betraying myself. When it came to Ayanami, he forced himself to sit up tall, and he spoke it quickly before sagging back forwards against the table, coughing and shaking. I think it was only I who saw the guards threaten Ayanami with a syringe to the spine to make him speak the words.
“Late General Vincent Frau Hacku, is this you?” Heiraki said regally.
“It is, Your Honour,” I replied softly, still looking at the floor.
“You have been brought here today to face trial for the supposedly numerous atrocities you have committed over your life time of 769 years as a semper, three of those years spent working with Late General Master Fritz Ayanami….”
“For. Working for. I had no choice.” I cut in, devastated.
“Working with Late General Master Fritz Ayanami…..”
“Your Honour! I…. you….” I stopped, suddenly too tired to say anything about my slave status, and sank back into my seat without paying attention to the two knives at my chest.
“…as a slave, against your will,” the judge finished. “I have a list here of your crimes. The list is somewhat extensive but I must read it out. Genocide. Assassination. Murder. Man slaughter. Theft. Taking drugs. Refusing to act accordingly as a slave. Avoiding duties as a member of a royal family…” The list went on, until I had to bury my face in my hands. “Vincent Frau Hacku, what say you to these accusations?”
“Guilty.”
“To which crime do you refer?”
“All of them. Fucking every single one. Put me in front of a firing squad and get it over with,” I said bitterly. “I know about your murder squad who carry the rarest gun weaponry on the planet, remember? I used to work with them.”
“We wish to carry out a fair trial to find the truth of your past, Hacku.”
I stood abruptly, my eyes flashing murder, and surged forwards before the two guards could stop me, hopping over the oak table I had been sat at. I forgot entirely about the chains holding me back and ended up stood with my hands chained behind me under the table, and my body on the other side where I was completely unable to defend myself against anyone and anything. In defence, the king’s guards had stood and drawn concealed rifles, and were now pointing them at my head.
“Fucking do it!” I yelled at them, trying to free myself from the chains that bound me back against the table that dug painfully into my lower back. “Shoot me you bastards!”
The king stood without a word and came around his table. He came right up to my face and looked me right in the eye. He had been my friend once, King Davin, but times had moved on. I felt terrible doing it, but I wanted to provoke something, so I fell silent, and spat right into his face.
The whole room gasped, and the guns were double-loaded.
The king closed his eyes, and wiped my bloodied spittle from his face. He looked me back in the eye flatly, and open-handedly struck me across the cheek. The numerous rings on his fingers scraped and cut my cheek, and my head snapped sideways. Blood ran down my throbbing cheek. I didn’t bother righting myself. I didn’t care. I stayed slumped sideways against my desk and refused to look King Davin in the eye again.
He grabbed me by the chin and forced me to at him. The silence in the trial room became stifling. “Is death what you choose?” he said clearly.
“Yes, my liege.” I replied, trembling and looking at the floor.
“It is what you wish for?”
“More than anything.”
The king looked down on me, frowning. He sighed. “Then you shall not die. Continue with the trial, but Hacku will not be facing the Squad.” The world came crashing down around me, and the outcry that followed became merely a background whisper beneath the roaring in my ears. I couldn’t speak, not even when Davin unchained me and gently led me back to my seat. He left me unchained.
“No…” I whispered inaudibly into my hands. “No. I can’t live. I… I’ll…”
“You won’t be doing anything, Vince. You work for General Kai now. He’s taking over from Ayanami, and a good, strong man. He’s a semper, too, of 122 years…”
“Pah. Nothing,” I interrupted furiously.
“General Kai, stand if you will.” King Davin ordered into the crowd. The room fell quiet and all heads turned to the back of the room to seek the general who would be my master. A man who had been sat in the back corner stood, and came forwards, his boot heels clicking on the cold stone floor. By the looks of things, he became a semper at about 30. Yet again I looked young and incompetent. He had a light smattering of course black stubble on his chin and his lower-back length raven black hair was bound back in a loose ponytail by a gold band. He had a very handsome, rugged look about him, and his soft brown eyes enhanced this. He wore a white shirt with his emblem embroidered on the shoulder tabs tucked into dark red breeches and brown knee-boots. Around his waist was a brown leather belt from which hung a gold-hilted sword of an honoured military figure, much like mine. To my surprise, he also had twin flintlock pistols in holsters on his lower back. Hmmph. Foreign royalty, no doubt. His shirt was mainly unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows which showed off his extensive symbolic Chivvian tattooing that covered the whole of his chest, arms and hands. Around his wrist he wore the popular Chivvian symbol of the dragon wrought in brass, hanging from a brown leather thong. His nails were painted black.
He came to the front of the room and silently bowed to King Davin. Then he turned to me. I stayed seated and did not bother bowing to the man. He continued to look down on me and finally said, ‘Stand, Hacku,” in the cold disconnected voice of a command. I stood and squared up to him without saying a word, testing his authority. Not breaking eye contact with General Kai, I said to Davin, “This is the best you can get?”
Kai pushed himself closer against me and growled quietly. “I am the best he’s ever had,” he said.
I put my hand against his chest and pushed him back violently. He didn’t even stagger. “You forget who you’re talking to, motherfucker,” I hissed, my pride wounded.
“I never forget, Captain Hacku.”
“King Davin, my liege, with all due respect, I do not feel this Kai is fit to be a leader of men. Generals are not–”
“May I interject, General Hacku, and say that this is coming from an alcoholic genocidal maniac?”
That stung.
“Fucking royal scum!” I spat, unsure what to say. He was entirely right.
“Don’t forget your royal lineage, Prince Correalii.” He said with an entirely straight face. A collective gasp spread throughout the entire room. Yes, the legendary prince who murdered his entire people. Well done everyone.
I stopped and cringed. Oh, the power in the naming of names. I sat down and looked up at Davin who was stood infront of me and to my right. “Well, I suppose I’m doomed to a life of misery, Dav,” I said, using his old nickname. “How long do you think you’ll be able to keep me out of trouble this time?”
“For as long as I can keep you alive, I hope. And just to let you know, all your monetary reserves now belong to the royal treasury so you won’t go spending them…. on your demise. You’re far too good an asset for us to lose.”
Damn.
“You’re not considering me. After over 350 years of service to your goddamn kingdom. Not that you’d know. You’ve only been on the throne for forty or so, right? I have served your ancestors for almost half my life. And this is the thanks I get. I’m old, my liege. So old. Why do you insist on doing this to me? Forcing me to live. I sickened of life long ago. I…. surely you can’t deny me something that I’ve been denied for 700 years? I have a right to die, and after everything- every shitty thing I’ve been through, I want to go. Please.” I begged passionately, exhausted.
King Davin looked down at me dispassionately, and then turned away to return to his seat. “I can’t bear this man any more. Judge Heiraki, do you agree to my decision of keeping Hacku on? I feel he will prove useful in times of need- we all now know about his powers since his…. past and discrepancies…. and I think he will prove an adequate challenge to General Kai, and in some respects a teacher, if he is willing to accept his subordinate’s advice.”
Heiraku said, “I do agree very strongly. Decision accepted.”
“Then leave. General Kai, you are free to take control of these premises, Vincent Frau Hacku, his possessions, and carry on as the Lord and Keeper of this realm.” The King said, standing and making the customary speech with a few bits added in.
“My liege.” Kai said, bowing deeply in a long sweep and then turning to me, his crystalline eyes fixing on me. “Let’s go, Captain.”
I stood and limped down the central aisle behind my master, my body still broken from the numerous beatings of late. Outside in the courtyard a mixture of mine, Ayanami’s, and now a smattering of Kai’s soldiers got on with their daily business about the fortress grimly in the heavy rain that pounded the keep. At the centre of the main yard Kai stopped and spoke with one of my ex-soldiers. A lieutenant now, by the looks of things. He deserved it.
“Lieutenant, I think you know this man. He’s to stay in the main bunker with the other men, bunk 1370. Take him to his bunk. His uniform is there. Captain I want you to come to my office for briefing as soon as you’re acquainted.”
“Sir,” I said with a casual salute.
The walk to the bunker was tense, walking with an ex-subordinate who used to look up to you as a general and leader. The bunkers were busy at this time and crowded with men playing cards, sleeping, reading, looking after weaponry etc. I’d spent a lot of time with my men in these bunkers during peace times. It was weird to be back as a low-ranking soldier myself. All heads turned to me as I entered. Primarily my men, I saw, with about 40% Ayanami’s and a few of Kai’s Chivvians. I bowed my head and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone. My guide led me to my bunk and left me there without another word. I suddenly became self-conscious as it slowly dawned on me that in order to change out of my old, tattered and stained clothes and into my uniform I would have to strip down in front of everyone. I removed my old shirt and looked at my dirty, thin, bruised, scarred, branded and blood stained body. I took my uniform and headed to the baths.
I knocked on the door of my old office, dressed in my captain’s black breeches, boots, and jacket. It felt strange to not be wearing gloves or a knee-length coat, like the one hung up by my bed for a cold day’s work. Kai answered the door and stood aside to let me pass, then silently gestured to the familiar chairs at his desk. “Take a seat,” he offered casually as he took his own opposite.
“Thankyou, sir,” I said, ducking my head to avoid any painful fallouts, perhaps involving his fists or a blade.
“Now, Vincent,” he said conversationally, using my chosen name rather than birth. I settled a little. “I know you don’t want to be here and your first impressions of me are less than good, but I want you to understand now that I am not going to be a violent man unless you force me to. I’ve heard every detail of what you’ve been through at Ayanami’s trial. At his hands and others. It’s a lot, and I am very aware that you probably think I’m liable to beat you at a moment’s notice, but I’m not. I will never use physical violence against my own men. I know this is hard for you to comprehend, but every punishment doesn’t need to involve beatings and pain like you’ve been exposed to. I summoned you here to let you know that I’m giving you a new chance at life.”
“May I ask a few questions?”
“You may.”
“What is going to happen to Ayanami?”
“Master Ayanami’s trial finished just before you arrived for yours. He’s being forced to serve as a footsoldier in his father’s army. King Davin decided that that was a worse punishment for such a man- humiliation, rather than death.”
“A bit like mine then.”
“No, Hacku—”
“This is pure humiliation and agony for me. After being the general and leader in this fortress for 300 years, being brought down to the level of captain after I had been put through so much by Ayanami- killing my own men, terrorising them- is frightening for me, General. They are going to hurt me. I swear to you.”
“Captain—”
“I’m leaving.” I snapped, standing abruptly. I strode to the door and flashed a salute to General Kai, “I’ll be in the barracks should you require me. Sir.”
I sat, shirtless on my top bunk in the bustling soldier’s quarters, looking down on them all with drunken distaste while they glance back warily. The glass scotch bottle in my hand was ¾ empty, and I still wasn’t drunken enough to forget my shitty life. The small allowance I had been given for each month went as far as paying for a good whore and two bottles of brandy weekly. I had been left by General Kai with no assignments for a week to get used to life as a mere captain. I had spent the whole time in the bunker drinking and going out in the middle of the night to the brothels. I knew I made the other men in the bunker uneasy, never sleeping, and pacing in the night. It made me feel superior. A month’s allowance was already gone in a week and I stayed permanently drunk, starting fights with guards and getting into general trouble around town until, by the end of the week, I was forbidden to leave the fortress.
“Are you fucking joking?” I shouted, stood in the centre of the yard as I was confronted by General Kai and two of his soldiers. I had just glassed someone across the head with my empty scotch bottle in a fight about my behaviour in the bunkhouse. “You can’t stop me leaving, Kai. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“Oh, I think I do, captain. What you were capable of, at least. You’re magic is gone, friend. Remember that.”
“That was 50 years ago. It’s coming back.” I stared Kai down, but began to doubt myself.
“You keep telling yourself that and pull yourself together.” The young general advised.
“I’m not going to adhere to your command if you don’t take control.” I snapped and turned away, walking for the gates.
He raised his voice to my back and spoke, “I find it so sad, Vincent, that you have reached the point where the only way you can accept control is through violence. Ayanami really messed you up, didn’t he? With you, it’s either be in control, or be forced into submission. I don’t want to force you… I don’t want to be another figure of pain in your life… I’ve never–”
I stopped and turned back to Kai, “You’re young, Kai. You don’t understand how the years have changed me. I’m not going to do what you want unless you take control with me. I know you can’t hurt your men, but I’m not yours, I’m just… here. You want me on your side? Fucking make me. Ayanami and people did more than you can imagine to me…” I shuddered, “…I can handle anything you’ve got. Good luck, kid.”
“Vincent for fuck’s sake don’t make me do this!” General Kai begged.
I still walked.
Bang.
The sound crackled through the now-silent yard. I froze and looked back to Kai. He was stood with one of his pistols levelled, an entirely lifeless expression on his pale face. The two guards at his side gawped at him with utter shock while I clapped a hand to my mouth and winced as pain ripped through the left side of my lower back and stomach to stop myself crying out.
Kai lowered the gun and looked at the floor, “Guards.” The two men marched forwards obediently and led me by the shoulders to Kai’s office. Half of the fort population watched. I kept silent and focused on not whimpering as each step sent pain up my spine.
In his office I was told to stand in the centre of the floor and strip waist up so he could inspect my wound.
“Straight through, and I missed important organs and arteries. Not that it’d really affect you anyway.” He gave the hole a sharp prod. I staggered sideways in shock and pain. “Still drunk. How much’ve you had?”
“Four scotch bottles… two whiskey and two vodka.” I replied sedately. Suddenly a convulsive cough came over me. I doubled over and coughed and retched into my hand, unable to stop the pain in my back every time I heaved. When I opened my watery eyes, blood reddened my hand. I shrugged and wiped it onto my breeches.
“Vincent… how long has that been happening to you…?” Kai said slowly.
I coughed again and wiped the blood away. “The blood? Oh. Couple years. Since Ayanami made me his slave.”
“I’m getting a medic to check that. Today.”
“It’s nothing. I don’t need a medic. I haven’t needed one since–”
“A medic is checking that,” Kai interjected adamantly. “The gunshot wound won’t need any attention, obviously.”
“I can handle myself.” I tried to tell him, swaying where I stood and retching blood again, staining the years-old rug I was stood on.
“No you can’t. And you most certainly can’t handle your liqueur. Get out, get to your bunker, and stay there until I find the medic.”
“I’m not letting him check me.”
Kai snarled and kicked a chair in frustration, sending it tumbling across the room with a clatter to smash against the opposite wall, at my side. He possessed magic. I flinched back expectantly.
“Ah… I’m sorry. I lost… my temper…” he said as if in a trance, looking at me compassionately.
“Sir…” I replied hesitantly and ducking my head as I went for the door, trying to conceal my panicked rush.

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Reluctant Assassin Pt. 5

“Lady Bess.”
“That is going to cause a war.”
“My father wants her dead, because he thinks she has taken his second son captive.”
“You have a brother?!” I exclaimed.
“Half brother. I believe you know him. Jay Rauch.”
“I thought Jay was dead! I heard you killed him. He is your blood?”
“He doesn’t know.” Ayanami said calmly.
“But you had him interrogated! Tortured. How could you do that to your own family?”
“He betrayed me. I know how he was helping you. I just taught him a lesson.”
“Lesson?! I was the one who asked him to help me, you should have taken me, not him! Wait. That was why you took over my fort, wasn’t it? To control your half brother!”
“Father hates me. And he loves Jay. Even though Jay thinks he’s an orphan for his safety, father still loves him. I take over him, I gain recognition from father.” We began walking down the stairwell to the main landing.
“So I’m supposed to assassinate Lady Bess so your father can have his ‘captive’ son back even though the kid doesn’t know he has a father? What do you think is going to happen when he finds out you’re his own sibling? The man he hates most.”
“You kill Bess, we go free. Simple. I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation we are in. My father is currently one of the most powerful sempers alive.”
“No, sir.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not doing that.” Ayanami stopped dead.
“I think you’ll find…” He pushed me up against the wall. “…that you will.” He muttered darkly.
“Ayanami, if you relieve me of duty I will work with you to kill your father. We’ll both be free.”
Ayanami punched me savagely with his teeth gritted, but it wasn’t whole-hearted, “Don’t try to make compromises with me. I don’t make deals with slaves.”
That stung.
“I’m not even on the official slave list.” I said, offended.
“Oh, really? I just happen to have the paperwork here actually.”
“What!” I practically screeched. “Let me see that!” I snatched the parchment Ayanami had produced and read it carefully.
It read;
MASTER *Unknown* AYANAMI KAGE
OFFICIAL ROYAL DEED TO BATTLE SLAVE 1170KAGE4
Late General Vincent Frau Hacku
VALID FOR LIFE
VALIDATED BY THE KING & THE LORD CHANCELLOR OF DETRIBERGH 13th AUGUST 10234
“When did you get hold of this?” I demanded.
“About….. three months ago?”
“When we were at Durzo’s. You had the cheek to request that my closest friend make me an officially validated slave to you?”
“Yes, though request is putting it lightly.” He said with a smile. “You’re doing exactly as I say.”
“Shit.” I cursed. Royal decree made it absolutely compulsory that I obey my master as a slave, even a late general like myself. Failure to comply means execution by the hands of the chancellor, or in certain events, royalty- which was likely to be my case. Either way I knew them all well. Of course before even that your master could choose to do the dirty work himself. I now had a duty to obey, regardless of the nature of the task. Furthermore, your master could send you in to assassinate someone and let the unfortunate slave be prosecuted for murder if caught. I was too precious an asset to Ayanami- I didn’t think he would do that, but he wasn’t afraid to use and abuse me as he saw fit, I could take care of myself. “You are under strict orders to find and kill Bess. I think you know where she’ll be. I’ll come with you, just to make sure you carry out orders.”
“When are we leaving, sir?” I said, pushing down my hatred.
“Give it a couple of days.”
“Yes, sir. And in the mean time?”
“I need to talk to Kaien and Taker. I don’t know what my father expects of them. Come on.” I followed Ayanami silently downstairs and out into the courtyard at the front of the house. Our horses were out and we mounted up to ride around to the military barracks. When we arrived some of the soldiers were out drilling under the command of our majors. They both smartly saluted Ayanami, and became immersed in some uninteresting conversation about the soldiers and their ‘satisfactory’ skills. Ayanami informed them about my assignment and told them about how I had been enlightened to my current status which was cause for much grinning from Kaien.
“Major Zelt.” Ayanami said seriously, “I require that you stay with Taker here whilst I accompany Hacku on an important… mission. As you know, you greatly shamed me that night in the prison and I do not find it easy to trust you. I think you’ll be more likely to remember to follow orders from now on.”
Kaien’s face completely dropped. I found myself grinning. “Uh…. sir?” He said, his face a picture of confusion.
“You heard me soldier. Stay here and help with father until we return.”
We headed back into the house and Ayanami left me to get on with my own business. My jacket was in my room and dry, so I threw it on gratefully and then settled back on my bed in silence. The room was empty except for the girl who had been staring at my back earlier. She continued to stare at me. She was about twenty. “Is there a problem?” I said, looking levelly up at her.
She startled. “No, I… I.. you just have so many…”
“Scars?”
“Yes…” She replied, blushing.
“Uh-huh. I know. You’re not the first to notice.”
“But you’re so young… Surely even Ayanami couldn’t inflict that many scars in such a small space of time?”
“I’m a semper, honey. Seven centuries in service to the crown.” I pointed at myself and grinned uncouthly, showing my unnatural youth.
“Oh..” She blushed harder, looking suddenly very afraid. “You’re Vincent Frau Hacku.”
“You got it,” I sighed.
“I’ve always wanted to meet you.”
“Oh? Why?”
“You just always seemed like a nice person. I lived in The City for a while. Followed your actions. Supported you with my mother.”
“I see… Well that was a few years ago now. I’ve changed.”
“I know. I didn’t recognise you.”
I coughed uneasily, sinking back on the bed.
“What’s it like to be a semper?” She persisted with her red lips.
“Hell,” I said bitterly. The truth. Simple to say, but so hard to understand if you haven’t been there.
“Surely not, I mean–”
“You have no idea.” I snapped. She shut up, fearful. I sighed and rubbed my face tiredly, “I’m sorry. I am. I’m just going through a hard time right now. Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Bess,” she replied, coming back to herself.
My breath caught a moment. “Oh,” was all I managed to say.
“Is that bad?” Her innocent amber eyes were wide and searching my face.
“No, no. Just… dwelling on… things.” I looked up and forced a smile. She returned it.
“What do you do for Ayanami? It must be a hard life to adjust to. General, to slave.”
Prince to slave, I thought miserably. “Ayanami has ways of making you settle in more quickly. I’m his personal assassin. Bodyguarding, not that he needs it, murder, intimidation, capture, other errands. He wants it, I do it.”
“How many have you killed?”
“In my entire life?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind my asking.”
“Several hundreds of thousands, probably.” Strange thought.
“Does it not give you nightmares..?”
“My entire life is a nightmare. I don’t sleep.”
“I’m sorry…”
“I’ve come to terms with it now.”
After spending the next two days on my bed, forcing myself to talk nicely with the servants, Ayanami appeared at the door. All the servants- Bess, Tristan, Tod and Libby were in and playing cards at the table while I watched tiredly. It was The Day of Rest. Over those two days I had got to know Bess, and became sincerely attached to her. She was beautiful. Her amber eyes always searched mine carefully and seemed to know the truth. Her brown hair was long and silky. Her lips red and tempting.
“Hacku. Get up. We’re leaving.” The whole room fell silent.
I sighed and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I grabbed my weapons and stood, making my way to the door. I stopped at Bess’ side. She was sat on the floor, looking down, very aware that I was looking at her.
“Bess,” I said softly, and stooped to kiss her, just once, on the lips. I left without looking back.
I followed Ayanami back to Lord Kage’s living quarters, and followed him in after he knocked at the door and received a response from Kage’s serving woman. I went and stood by the door again. “Ah, Fritz. Vincent.” The hairs on the back of my neck prickled at his naming of names. I bowed stiffly but didn’t come forwards. “You appear to have added to your collection of scars,” Kage said simply, looking at me harshly.
“Why would you care?” I snarled.
“You’re officially his slave now, aren’t you? Act like it.”
I looked down as a slave should, “Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to do the job?”
“Yes, sir.” I growled.
“We’re setting out now.” Ayanami added.
“Good. I want to see your skills, Vincent. Get out into the yard. Right now.” Kage rose and shooed me out of the house with Ayanami on his tail. “Elene, I want my sword!” He shouted as he went. Once we were out he stopped and waited for Elene, who appeared quickly with his sword and put the sheathe and belt around his waist. “Now, use what you want against me. I see you have no shortage of weapons. Go.” He whipped out his sabre and went for me, but I was quick enough to draw my dagger and sword and do a simple block. I had to stop myself from laughing at him. Kage smiled. “Got ya.” He said quietly, and then he swung his leg around and kicked me in the back of the head. How? I sprawled forwards on the ground and forced myself to my feet again. Kage was waiting for me. I’d have to be more careful. He attacked me with a series of blinding attacks. I kept up. Just. And then went at him myself with all my strength. Duck a swipe attack. Draw throwing knife. Throw. Right on target. The knife tore through the air and plunged into his shoulder. He didn’t even seem to react. Instead, he yanked it from his flesh and threw it straight back at me. I leapt sideways, just missing it. “So how’s Keira?” Kage shouted over the clanging of our swords as we came together again. He was smiling.
“You’re a tosser.” I said plainly, trying, so hard, to keep my face straight.
“You’re a slave and you should fucking act like it!” He roared, bringing his blade down hard. His anger made him blind. I dodged his attack and he somehow managed to hack his sword down so hard it partially embedded in the ground. I took the opportunity so smash him across the side of the head with the flat of my blade with all my strength. He went careering sideways and landed with a thud. Before he could even shout, I was on him. I dropped my sword and flicked out a wrist blade. I crouched over him like a wild beast on its prey and held it in animated suspension above his throat. He looked up at me in shock, not moving. I grinned down at him. “Happy?” I said savagely.
“You better assassinate Bess or you’ll regret that. Get out of my sight right now.” He growled after he had regained his composure. I left gladly, but I wasn’t looking forward to my task. Ayanami followed silently on my tail.
The impending doom of killing Bess slowly rose up inside me as our journey rolled on. I spent my silence frantically trying to think of a way to save Bess’ life. To no avail. Ayanami wanted to watch me kill her, so he knew I’d done the job. Back in the days of being a general I would have been disgusted at such a prospect. Even the thought of killing out of battle let alone a woman would have made me sick. Now I was different. Ayanami had changed me. We travelled much more swiftly without the Majors and simply changed horses at towns. But, the night before we were to hunt down Bess, Ayanami called a stop at an old abandoned barn in the empty plains. He tied the horses to graze on the sparse grass and settled just inside the rotten door of the old building. He sighed and then said, “Tell me about what you did all that time ago. Was my father telling the truth?” His voice seemed to come from the shadows, and seemed just as cold as them, but there was a hint of something else there too.
“Yes. He knew much too much.” I replied, sitting opposite him, caring nothing for ranks.
“I want to know what happened.”
I sighed. Would letting it all out heal my shattered heart? To this man? Somehow it seemed that way. I let most of it go. Most. “I suppose you’ve heard about Hacku’s Keira. Well. I know you have. That was years ago. Before you were even born. What I assume you don’t know is that I am of royal blood. It’s almost my only secret. Not very well kept, now. When I was 18, I was forcibly made a semper by some devil’s magic. The thought that I would be immortal drove me insane. I turned to drink. Lots of it. An immortal prince? Sure, great. A drunk, angry and hateful immortal prince? Not so much. But then I met Keira. I was charmed. I stopped drinking, and eventually we got closer. My father… my dead father, the King of the Four Seas, didn’t agree with my courtship. One night I had an argument. Hell, it was bad. I drank again, got so drunk I couldn’t think straight at all, which is hard for people like us. I tried to make Keira a semper like I had been, so we could run away together. You heard that I didn’t even bury her? Is that what they told you?”
“It is.” He said. No sarcasm. Just confirmation.
“There was nothing left to bury after what I did to her. I couldn’t make her a semper, not as drunk as I was. I was found in her chamber the next morning, knelt on a carpet of blood, and still weeping. They tried to take me. I killed them all with my magic and massacred my father’s home kingdom city, my place of birth- the City of the Coral. Everyone was dead. Bodies everywhere. The blood…. it was all over me. I can’t clean it from me. Never. Then I turned myself in, it was too much. I killed thousands, Ayanami. Men, women, children. Can you say you’ve done that and still have the will to live? Because I certainly don’t. The authorities came in from surrounding cities and kingdoms, locked me in a cell for weeks in darkness and no contact with the outside world. Then, one day all the lawmen of the Four Seas- the ‘Dirtyworkers’ they were called where I’m from, came and beat me and beat me and beat me, for days to try and make me explain my motives for killing an entire city aside from because of my lover’s death. I was young then- I made a mistake in that I screamed. It just fuelled them on. Those beatings….” I trailed off, fixated in the memory of the agony. “Those beatings set me up for the future, but they made me defensive in little situations, and totally against the laws. My legendary temper was simply made worse. The twelfth day that they came to hurt me, they brought a knife, they were going to give me a Glasgow Smile, Ayanami. So I killed them. All 16 of them. I escaped and came to these lands. I was the lone wanderer for months, and became self-sufficient in a way. I travelled, and as I travelled, I heard about the exiled prince. Durzo- Chancellor Durzo had been my friend when I was a young prince, and I heard from the travellers that he had left my country. It was after about another 3 years of being alone, with a new identity that I ran into him. He was a commander in one of the Guards, and he just happened to be taking part in initiation inspection when I went to join. He helped me from then on- made me a general after about 150 years and he had moved up to Chancellor. Some news of my past leaked- but it’s cloudy for the majority of the normal people.” I stopped and stared deeply into Ayanami’s eyes. I could see pain there, but not to match mine. “Then you came along.” I growled. Ayanami broke eye-contact. “Just as I was beginning to get my life on track. I’d even stopped drinking.” We sat in silence in the darkness for a while, then Ayanami got up.
“Let’s go. I want to get this over with.”
—-
I sat upright in the wooden chair at Lady Bess’ desk, acutely aware of my throbbing back after spending too long in a cold hard cell. Bess was explaining to Commander Trent how she wanted the forces distributed throughout the fortress, and also on high alert for intruders. We all knew she meant Ayanami and Hacku, but no one mentioned it. Something had snapped inside her. She was almost pro-active, having to do something every minute. She didn’t believe in putting her men at risk for her own means, but she was obviously terrified of Ayanami who posed a massive threat at the moment. “Jay,” Lady Bess said, looking at me with dull, sunken eyes.
“Yes, milady?” I said as politely as I could.
“Do you know anything about where Master Ayanami and Sir Hacku may be at the present time? We need to find, and apprehend them as soon as possible, you understand.”
“Yes, Lady,” I paused, thinking. “I cannot think where Ayanami and Hacku would go, I have heard of Master Ayanami’s hatred for his for his semper father and vice versa, and I also cannot imagine what he would want with Hacku and his two men. Hacku would be unable to escape from Ayanami anyway. He was in a pretty bad state. But there’s always the possibility that Hacku has turned to work with Ayanami rather than just serve him. You got the slave conformation papers from the Chancellor, didn’t you?”
“I did. Sir Hacku would never work with Ayanami. There would have to be a good reason. I simply cannot comprehend why Durzo sold his best friend and ally to his worst enemy!” Bess spat.
Trent coughed uneasily. Since his father had come here to visit him after hearing he was no longer under any false imprisonment his mood was considerably better. His alcohol problem, not so much. “Lady Bess. I think we should try to avoid personal topics here. We need to get Vincent’s forces back into a routine, or we could have problems in the long run.”
“Mmm.” She mumbled, resting her chin on the heel of her hand. “Gentlemen, it is late and we have spoken for a long time. I am sure you are all weary. Please, feel free to leave. But, Jay, stay here if you would.”
I nodded my acknowledgement and tried to massage my aching back better. The other officers left swiftly, leaving me and Bess alone in the chill hollow of what was once General Hacku’s office. Bess sighed. “Do you know what I mean when I say that that I want relief? From this?”
I looked at her quizzically, trying to grasp where this was going.
“I want to be free. I’ve wanted to be free since Vincent disappeared. Since he was captured by Ayanami and then somehow managed to end up in my own dungeons as a changed man. Have you heard about the past of General Hacku?” She asked me softly.
“No, my lady.”
“Ah. It is a sad one indeed. I can certainly see why Vincent would want his life to be over. His has been painful, and I’m sure it isn’t going to get any better. What I’m trying to say is, I want relief, and I think it is here for me.”
“It will be painless, I assure you.” A familiar voice said flatly from the shadows. I saw a movement in the shadow of the curtains behind Lady Bess. Eyes glittered in the darkness, and then he emerged, tall and- strangely- terrifying. There was a cold calculating professional in Hacku’s eyes. An assassin. A slave. Completely devoid of emotion and feeling. I stood, my chair skittering backwards a little, clattering. But then the noise stopped short and a hand fell on my shoulder. “Shhh.” Another voice whispered into my ear. I could feel warm breath on my neck. The hand pushed me back into my seat, and I complied, frozen with terror. “Just wait.” Ayanami hissed gently and almost silently into my ear. It sent a shiver up my spine
“Good,” Bess said, not even turning around, but staring straight ahead. She almost seemed to relax. “I’ve missed you, Vincent.” She stood and turned around to face Hacku. He looked down on her emotionlessly, but I could see behind his charade. “If you would allow me…. just one kiss… I would die gladly.” Bess stepped in close and Hacku allowed Bess to turn her head up to him and take what she had wanted all her life. With passion, she cupped his face in her hand, and even Hacku’s eyes fluttered closed in released emotion. She stepped back again and said, “Ah, yes. I know you never loved me, but thankyou, Vincent. I am ready.” Now she turned back away from him and stood tall and still, staring off into oblivion. I shouted out for it to stop but Ayanami’s hand clamped over my mouth, cutting me off short. He forced me to my feet and pulled me backwards, to the corner of the meeting room. I watched in mounting horror as Hacku took up position behind Bess and drew his sword slowly, the metal hissing in the silence. With a practised motion he levelled his sword horizontally, pointing at the back of Bess’ head. Quickly, he muttered something in a different language I didn’t understand and I felt Ayanami tense behind me. Then, quickly, precisely, he drove the sword and pulled back just as quickly. Bess seemed to stand unharmed for a moment, frozen in time. But then her legs folded and she collapsed to the floor. Hacku still stood in silence, his sword still levelled, bearing Bess’ blood. He seemed to be looking at the sword. Suddenly, he turned his icy gaze on Ayanami. Once again in another language, he growled something at Ayanami. He let me go and shoved me forwards to stand before General Hacku. I tried to stand up still, and I quivered as my eyes kept flickering back to Bess’ body. I sob threatened to escape and I smothered my mouth with my hand to mask it. All coldness had left Hacku’s eyes and he looked at me compassionately. Bess had been like a mother to me over the last few weeks. I didn’t know what to do. No doubt Hacku had to kill me now. He looked past me and to Ayanami. “What now? What do you want me to do?” He articulated slowly, then looked back at me. His eyes were emotionless again. That’s it. He’s going to kill me, I thought. “Jay. I need to tell you something.” He looked back up to Ayanami again. “Ayanami is your… bastard brother. I didn’t want to have to tell you like this, but I’m bound to Ayanami by law. I cannot resist him, do you understand? Please,” he gestured to Bess and he clenched his eyes shut. “I didn’t want to. Oh, God.” He buried his face in his hands and walked out of the open door to the silent hallway. He didn’t go far- we could still hear him sobbing outside. It took a while for Hacku’s words to finally hit me. Ayanami was my brother.
“You,” I said, turning on Ayanami. “You… bastard. You had me tortured. You’ve had Hacku tortured. And to what ends?! Can’t you see that Vincent is being driven crazy by what you’re forcing him to do? He’s completely losing it! You’re mad, and I refuse to accept you as my brother, you vile man.”
Ayanami looked away a moment and murmured something under his breath before raising his voice, “It is perfectly fine that you would refuse me, but if you would see father–”
“Lord Kage!” I spat, “Lord Kage is my father. Unbelievable. I do not want to meet your father. Never.”
“Please?” Ayanami said, almost inaudibly, his eyes pleading.
“If Kage is enough to send a man as sick as you cowering I certainly do not want to see him.”
—-
I could hear Jay confronting Ayanami. I didn’t care. I had just murdered Bess.
—-
After I had insisted that I would absolutely not see my father, Ayanami began to lose his temper. He took a step forwards, trembling. Before Ayanami could do anything, though, Hacku came striding back inside. Right behind him came Commander Trent with his sword pointedly jabbing him in the upper back. “Stop.” The commander said. “What are you doing….” He saw Ayanami emerge from his shadowy retreat in the corner. “You!!” He saw Bess. “Holy shit. Who did this?! It was you, wasn’t it? You fucking tosser!” He accused, looking at Ayanami, who grinned at Hacku in response.
“Kipp. Kipp!” Hacku tried to get Trent’s attention, turning slowly with his hands in the air. Commander Trent went silent and looked to him. “It was…” Hacku gathered himself up. “It was me. I know, I deserve a life sentence in imprisonment for unlawfully murdering a military leader. But Kipp? For God’s sake, kill me. Give me mercy.” He pleaded. I was gobsmacked- this was the real man behind all the fancy sword wielding and the strong general I had known since I had come here. This is what immortality had done to him.
“You killed Lady Bess…?” Trent was quiet with shock. “After everything? She trusted you, loved you, and you’ve tried- and succeeded- to take her life twice! You shitty human being. Remember when I said that the conditions you were under bound you to slavery more than me, and it was not your fault? I was wrong. You’re a pitiful murderer. You deserve to rot in hell! You are no friend of mine.”
“Then kill me.” Hacku broke in icily. “Kill this pathetic creature that stands before you. I want to die. Just spare me the torture. The imprisonment. The agony. Surely even I have had too much of that for eight lifetimes? I’m too old to deal with it anymore.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” The commander said morosely.
—-
He put his fingers to his lips and whistled two ear-splitting notes. Suddenly, about twenty guards came rushing in. They took me by surprise, and I drew my sword as a natural response. Before I knew it, Trent had his sword pointing at my throat and I was surrounded by guards. Ayanami was in the same situation. “Put it away.” He said. The guards had been trained to ignore distressing things, I should know- I trained them, but some still gagged at the sight of Bess’s body sprawled on the floor. “You’re forgetting your training, boys.” I said, being my old self. Some shifted uncomfortably.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?” I heard bellowed from outside the door. A huge man strode in and then stopped dead at the sight of Trent. “Commander, sir!”
Any response Trent was about to make was cut off as I groaned openly, “Oh bloody hell. Not you again. I thought I’d got away from bastards like you.”
“Oh it’s the royal shitbag.” Hitch said, grinning.
My stomach dropped, how did he know about that? “Ok. I don’t know where you got that from, but I shouldn’t bring that up.”
“Why?” He smiled, knowing he had power here.
“Because that was a long time ago, a time that should be forgotten.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Sometimes I can’t help speaking my native language, even if it is a dead language to most people now. The amount of times I had cursed in Tyreannean and increased greatly since all my problems had started, but I’d already done it about three times today. I muttered a stream of curses to myself, much to Ayanami’s amusement who seems to understand it extremely well indeed. Trent jostled me with his sword. There was confusion in his eyes but he didn’t ask about our conversation, “You know the Sergeant?”
“Oh yes, we became very well acquainted in the Reignold Dungeons.” I said, too jovially for the topic. “Or more like, I became very well acquainted with his fists.”
“Want to be reunited, Vincent?” He butted in.
“Not particularly. I think your Commander has other things on his mind, you know. Maybe that corpse down there?” Hitch turned around slowly and looked down at Bess’ motionless body.
“Is that….? Shit. Oh shit. And this was you. You killed Lady Bess. Fuck! Oh, no oh no oh no.” He was cringing and grasping his hair with white knuckles. He turned to me, “You murdered her.”
The initial shock had kind of worn off that I’d killed her, but I still couldn’t bear to look at her.
“That’s it.” Hitch was trembling violently, and the look in his eye was that of death. “Commander Trent, permission to personally…. take revenge. For all our sakes.”
“Permission granted.” Trent replied almost immediately.

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Reluctant Assassin Pt. 4

“You’re going to regret hitting the General.” Kaien muttered darkly, his eyes flashing.
“Oh, I don’t know. It was quite funny.” I said lightly. Kaien punched me in the jaw and I yelped despite myself. “That, on the other hand, wasn’t.” I mumbled through the pain. He punched me again. I coughed up blood and spat it onto the floor. I wasn’t quite so alarmed by it now. It was pretty much permanent.
Footsteps coming down the corridor alerted me to Ayanami’s approach. He had cleaned up his bleeding nose and he wasn’t bruised in any way. “Your magic’s back.” Ayanami said as he strode down the corridor.
“No.” I said flatly in reply.
“Yes, it is though.” He said as he punched me in the stomach. Hard.
I doubled over as far as I could in the chair and coughed blood again. “No. That was just partial.” I gasped.
“I find that hard to believe. This is why you’re working against me, isn’t it?”
“I’m-”
“Isn’t it?!” he roared in my face as he struck me.
“If I was working against you, I would’ve killed you already.” I shouted.
Ayanami went quiet for a minute and stared at me. Then he started to laugh. “You seriously think you can kill me? If what you say is true, your magic isn’t even fully back yet! My god.” His face switched from amusement to disgust and he punched me yet again. I groaned under my breath and tried to hide the agony I was in. “Taker, do the honours.” Ayanami commanded to Taker who came and stood infront of me, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles. Hell. “Vincent. Where do your loyalties lie?” Ayanami asked sincerely from Kaien’s side.
“With you. Always you.” I murmured, waiting for the inevitable punch. It came with such force that it drove me backwards further into the chair, and before I could sit up, another one landed on my stomach again. And a third time.
“You expect me to believe that?” Ayanami sneered.
“What do you want me to say?!” I asked through gritted teeth. He didn’t reply. “The Chancellor’s just an old friend—” I was cut off with another punch from Taker. “—I don’t work for him.” I finished quickly before he punched me again.
“You’ll never be able to kill me anyway. Don’t push your luck. Next question! Where has your magic been these last few decades?”
Oh no. “I don’t know.” I said flatly.
“I’m sure there’s a reason we should know about. Taker.” Taker punched me twice. He looked grim.
“No.” I grunted. “It was 50 years ago.”
“Oh, really? So you can’t remember that first day you took control of the army 300 years ago then? You can’t remember that day you killed Keira even though she loved you?”
“Shut up. Please, don’t. How do you know about that?” I begged.
“I heard that you never even had her buried.”
“Stop!” I roared suddenly, taking Ayanami by surprise. “What do you want from me?”
He smiled again. “What do I want… good question. I want…. I want power.”
“Well if you want power I suggest you let me go.” I snapped authoritatively. At my remark, Kaien stepped forwards, his dark eyes flashing dangerously. He drew his fine, thin blade and held it to my throat so that I had to sit right back in the chair. “…Not cut my throat.” I finished bitterly.
“You be silent, assassin.” Kaien ordered coolly.
“Major Zelt, untie him.” Ayanami commanded. Kaien looked up at Ayanami’s choice of naming but didn’t make eye contact.
“Yes, sir.” He murmured as he untied my arms from the chair. I stood immediately and walked away from Kaien and towards the entrance of the corridor. Ayanami’s blade came up to meet my chest. I stopped and growled at him. Pain washed through my body and I fell to my knees, the sword now at my throat.
“Going somewhere?” Ayanami asked. “We’re going to do our best to get your magic working. But you’re not going anywhere. Taker, Kaien, take him back to his cell.” I stood shakily and pushed Ayanami’s blade away so I could stride proudly ahead of the two men.
Once inside my cell I let Kaien shackle me roughly to the wall. They left me alone for a while but a short while later they emerged again with Jay between them. They threw him against the wall and locked the door, then left yet again. They didn’t even bother shackling him. Good. I didn’t bother saying anything and stayed in silence for a time longer until Jay seemed to notice someone else in the dungeon. “General?” He asked hoarsely in disbelief. “They still keep you down here?”
I didn’t bother replying.
It didn’t take long for Ayanami to come with the intent of getting my ‘magic back’. I knew it would be futile- magic couldn’t be forced out and Ayanami’s tactics would be no doubt less than orthodox. When Ayanami approached with Kaien and Taker on his tail Jay shrank back visibly- poor kid. They passed his cell without a second glance and came into my cell. I stood and waited for them to begin. Begin what? I didn’t know. Taker unchained me from the wall and Ayanami handed me my weapons again- sword, wrist blades, everything. “So, what first?” I said, laughing gutturally. I could see Jay further down the corridor trembling and staring wide-eyed at my predicament. I felt slightly self conscious infront of the young man who’d only seen my…. more compassionate side. Unfortunately Ayanami’s treatment of me had changed me for the worst. Kaien locked the barred door with a sadistic smile on his face. I drew my sword. “You’re not going to touch me.” I growled at Kaien who promptly drew his sword in response.
“Both of you. Halt.” Ayanami commanded tersely, taking a step between us. Taker moved towards me and drew his sword, threatening me back. I took a step forwards towards Kaien, who stepped forwards to me, his sabre pointed horizontally. The smile never left his face. “Stand down! Kaien, Vincent, that is an order.” Ayanami roared. Suddenly, Kaien made a move at me. I jumped backwards but I went into the wall, Kaien managed to get a slash at my arm with his razor-sharp sword. I cried out with the shock and spun sideways out of the way of another attack.
“Kaien! You will pay for this. Taker, hold Vincent!” Ayanami shouted over the commotion. He stepped between me and Kaien and drew his own sword. Taker had slammed me up against the wall and held his elbow in my throat, his sword jabbing into my ribs. He didn’t say anything throughout the ordeal, just pinned me down with those cold blue eyes of his. I watched over Taker’s shoulder as Ayanami punched Kaien in the stomach with strength supplemented by magic. Kaien grunted from the impact and staggered back into the wall before dropping his sword. Ayanami held him in place while he made a cut down the left side of his face. Crimson blood ran down his cheek and into his mouth, reddening his teeth and lips which he showed off in a great toothy grin at me.
“Now everyone will know that you have shamed me, Major Zelt. Your position is at risk.” Ayanami growled into Kaien’s face.
“My profound apologies, sir, I don’t know what overcame me.” He said in a low tone, looking at the floor. Ayanami took a step back and let Kaien stagger forwards. Credit to the man, he quickly stood straight and bowed to his superior, if a little stiffly and then collected his sword. I shook Taker off me and took a step towards Ayanami.
“So,” Ayanami said as he turned to me. “I suppose you remember punching me? Enjoy it?”
“More than you could imagine.” I replied.
“Thought as much. Come outside a minute, I want to show you something.”
Ayanami unlocked the cell door and walked down the corridor ahead of me. I followed him with the Majors behind me. The light of the prison exercise grounds was too much for my eyes after so long in the twilight. I was led out into the main court of the fort where about 20 of my soldiers were being held at sword-point by Ayanami’s elite soldiers.
I looked to Ayanami who was smiling like an idiot. “What are you doing?!” I roared into the silence of the yard. The rest of my men were nowhere to be seen. Kaien and Taker stepped in to hold me back with their swords- again- before I went after Ayanami.
“This, my friend,” Ayanami said, spreading his arms wide to gesture at the terrified men behind him, “Is why I require your cooperation.” And all my men’s throats were slit.
I swayed where I stood, not even trying to get to them. And then my magic was back. I felt it rush through my veins how it used to back 50 years ago. It felt good.
“Ayanami.” I said with a shaking voice through a deadly rage. “I am going to slaughter you.” And I pushed the Majors away with magic-strength. They both went flying away from me to land in a dusty heap with a thud. Ayanami looked shocked. I drew my sword and went at the guards who had killed my men. They were all dead in seconds. Then I turned to Ayanami. He had drawn his sword and looked more ready than I’d ever seen him. I could see Kaien in the corner off my eye stagger to his feet and brush himself off. Taker wasn’t moving. My magic was still wavering from long disuse, I could feel it fluctuating.
“I knew your powers would be back some day.” Ayanami said with a grin. “And this where a meythrill sword comes in handy.”
“What?” I said, taken aback. Meythrill is an incredibly rare metal known for its magic enhancement properties.
Ayanami launched into a full-on attack at me. He was using all his magic-strength, somehow channelling it into his sword.
“Fuck. Ayanami! Hold!” I shouted through the chaos. Ayanami’s and my magic were going to wipe out an entire city. I didn’t use my magic. My anger still remained but it wasn’t going to solve anything. He was still grinning wildly as he did a series of complex moves at breathtaking speed. I was no match for Ayanami’s magic-aided strength and I let him drive me back towards the fort wall.
“What’s wrong!?” He laughed over the clashing of out swords. He made a slash at my sword arm which I didn’t bother to block. I couldn’t win. I grunted as the sword cut deeply through my forearm and slumped forwards a little. Ayanami pressed his sword up against my throat and smiled sadistically. I looked into his hateful eyes and whispered, “I yield, Ayanami. Sir. I yield.” His face went angry very suddenly and he spat to one side. He backhanded me across the face and I flew a considerable distance sideways.
“You are despicable.” Ayanami said into the waiting silence. “You’re going to regret this. You had your chance.”
“I’ll do whatever you want!” I roared at him, though my vision was a blur. I sat up in the dust with a groan and looked around me. Ayanami was striding towards me angrily, Kaien was stood swaying watching me and Ayanami, and Taker was now on his hands and knees coughing up blood in extreme amounts. I forced my clamouring body to move away from him, dragging myself through the dirt back towards the main gate, though I knew it was futile. I felt pathetic.
“General! Freeze!” A voice boomed from behind me followed by the thunder of several horse’s hooves on the ground. Three guards on horseback rode past on either side of me. The first two both rode into Ayanami, knocking him to the floor with horrific force. The six guards jumped from their horses and pulled a dazed Ayanami to his feet with practised precision. Three guards held him up, roughly shaking him to keep him disorientated. Another guard held his sword drawn in Ayanami’s face shouting warnings while another disarmed him. The sixth guard was talking with Kaien. The conversation seemed heated from where I was. A troop of ten more guards galloped in and aided in the events unfolding around me. Kaien shouted something at the guard he was arguing with and swung his sword wildly, obviously still dazed from the force of my push. I must have used some magical technique that affects the mind unwillingly. The guard parried Kaien’s swipe and kicked him to the floor. Another two guards piled in and pinned him to the floor while he kicked and thrashed. Taker, on the other hand had finally found his feet and staggered towards two guards with his hands in the air. There was blood all on his face and teeth. The two guards grabbed him and threw him down on the floor. When my eyes finally focused onto a guard sat atop his horse nearby I recognised the colours as Farrow- Reignold colours. Bess. I released a groan of relief and collapsed back onto the floor. Ayanami wasn’t going to get me today.
Bess rode in with two more guards and dismounted next to me. “My lord General Vincent Frau Hacku. Are you okay?” She asked formally and emotionlessly. I sat up and inspected the cut on my forearm. It was deep, but pretty much healed.
“Quite.” I sighed and got shakily to my feet. Two guards moved in to steady me. “Please, don’t.” I said, fluttering my eyelids and waving my hands at the in protest. “I need my mask. I can’t let the cadets know who I am.” I staggered off to the prison and retrieved my mask- I’d become pretty much reliant on it- and then went and washed the blood from my body and donned a new outfit in my quarters. Upon leaving my quarters I could hear some sort of heated argument coming from the office. I limped in, determined to find out what the fuss was about. Bess was sat at the desk where Ayanami had sat and I before Ayanami. She was arguing fiercely with some man I recognised… “My lady, with all due respect, we need to move out of here as quickly as possible before we cause a war!” he said.
“Commander Trent,” Bess began.
“Trent.” I said in my shock, causing them both to look at me. “Kipp Trent.”
“General Hacku. My lord.” He said, bowing deeply. Bess mirrored his example.
“It’s good to see you, Commander.” I said, trying to maintain an authoritive cool. “Lady Bess. Where are the prisoners being held? I did not see them when I went…. back inside.” I finished uneasily.
“Sir, they are in the holding wing. Interrogation cells.”
“Thankyou.” I said and turned to leave.
“Vincent.” She said timidly. I turned to her. “It’s good to have you back.” I nodded and left.
The dungeons as I now referred to them as were colder than I remembered, though the bloodstained passage to the holding cells had been cleaned up as much as possible. The cells themselves had also been cleaned up. I approached two guards who quickly snapped into a salute.
“At ease.” I said gently. “Do you know who I am?” I asked.
The guards relaxed a little. “No, sir. But we were told that you are a man of notably high status.” The older one explained.
“On the contrary- I’m a slave. But I suppose you could say that. Can you tell me where Ayanami, Taker, and Zelt are being held?”
“Yes, sir. Last three cells.” He replied, pointing down the corridor where it faded into darkness.
I strode off towards the end of the corridor where the ‘interrogation’ chair still sat. I looked inside the third-to-last cell through the small barred window, and right in the back corner was chained Kaien. He looked quite badly beaten and ill from where I was and he didn’t bother to look up at me or even laugh at me. In the next cell was Taker who was stood leant almost casually against the back wall of the 10x15ft. cell. When I rapped on the bars and he looked up he looked terrible. I was almost certain that they had been beaten on an hourly basis. He couldn’t heal like me and Ayanami could- even Kaien had a bit of healing ability. Taker was still bleeding from his mouth and he kept coughing up blood and spitting it onto the floor. His eyes were dim where bright intelligence once was and he didn’t appear to honestly care about how he was treated anymore. I had seen how regardless of his surrender he had been brought down to the floor by guards and chained. I moved on.
Before I even saw Ayanami I saw how the cell walls were stained with fresh blood spatters. He had been stripped to the waist and then chained in the corner of the cell where there was a ledge that was supposed to be a bed. Most of the blood was around that area which told me that he hadn’t been unchained for any beatings, but left vulnerable and helpless. I knew how that felt. “Guards,” I shouted down the corridor, causing Ayanami to look up at me. He wasn’t smiling now. “Let me in here.”
“Sir.” They replied and came down the corridor to unlock.
“Wait.” I said before they could completely open the door. “Come with me.” I went up to the other end of the corridor and looked inside a cell. “There was a cadet being kept here- Jay. From…” I stopped myself saying ‘from my guard’ “…From the cadets who were captured here upon General Hacku’s downfall.”
“Yes, sir. He was taken out by Lady Bess’ close guards but hours ago. I don’t know where he was taken.”
“Ok. Let me into Ayanami’s cell.” I said tiredly.
When the guards had left me in Ayanami’s cell with the key, I spoke.
“Ayanami.”
“Vince.” He replied with a sharp-toothed grin.
“Interrogation time tomorrow.” I said coolly. Then I left.
The next morning came quickly. It occurred to me that I didn’t know where or when Ayanami’s interrogation took place, and upon finding his cell empty, I began searching for where it would be. I hurried straight to the central room of the prison. This was the main room where interrogation and occasionally torture had taken place before I took over as General. It was a huge round room with a central area where prisoners could be chained and chairs around the edge where witnesses could be seated. There were several witnesses sat around the circle but many were shrouded in shadow- I didn’t know who they were. Upon entering through the huge barred doors I was confronted by Commander Kipp Trent.
“Sir, I’m afraid I can’t allow you in here.” He said in a hushed tone.
“And why might that be, Trent?” I said with false jolliness.
“Err…. um… Milady’s orders… You know.” He replied, looking intimidated.
“And you think that after all that time we spent in prison together I follow orders?” I growled dangerously. “And follow orders of those below me in station no less?”
“No. No sir.” He bowed gracefully. “My mistake sir.”
I strode up to Bess who was stood at the side watching as a guard punched Ayanami in the solar plexus. “You started without me.” I growled, getting angrier.
“That we did, General.” She said, not bothering to look at me.
“I’m taking over the interrogation.” I announced and ordered the burly guard torturing Ayanami to stand down.
Ayanami was stood with his hands chained loosely behind his back by a chain linking to the floor. I saw several of Bess’ guard look flustered at my taking over. Was that Jay sat in the shadows? Bess just looked icily angry. There was blood on the floor at Ayanami’s feet and upon looking at his face I saw how badly beaten he had been. He coughed and brought up blood, spitting it to the floor.
“Hello, sir.” I said acidly. “Ready to begin?”
“Always.” He said, but he seemed tired. He was swaying from side to side, I noticed.
“They drugged you.” I said. It wasn’t a question.
“Of course they did.” He practically shouted like I was an idiot.
“Question one. How long have you been a semper for?”
He laughed. “What kind of question is that?”
“Answer if I were you.”
“I don’t know. A long time.”
“Wrong answer.” I snapped and backhanded him across the face with added magic-strength. He didn’t even grunt. “Again. How long?”
He straightened up again and said, “How long have you been a semper?”
I backhanded him in the same place again. This time he did make a tiny noise. I smiled.
“And again.”
He stayed silent, staring into space flatly. I raised my hand again. “Five centuries.” He muttered quietly.
“And at what age did you become one?”
“32 years old.”
“Five hundred and thirty two years old. Interesting.”
“Five hundred and sixty seven.” He corrected me. “You know, when I killed your father five hundred and twenty seven years ago…”
My stomach seemed to plummet into the abyss. “You what?” I said dumbly. “You did what?! You.. That was you… you did that… I… I’m going to kill you!” I drew my sword and made a swipe at his head, but he dropped into a duck before I could cut him, but Ayanami was down now, I could simply hack at him until he stopped breathing.
“Hacku! Stop!” Bess shrieked. Several guards moved in to restrain me.
“Get your hands off me!” I roared as they grabbed my arms and pushed them behind my back. “Trent! He killed my father. Don’t you understand?!”
“Just calm down, General.” He said soothingly. “We’ll deal with him accordingly. No, don’t. Stop. Come along now.” He led me towards the door. I snatched a quick glimpse of a smugly grinning Ayanami as the interrogation officer closed in on him with a small dagger glinting in his hand. Trent took me to my quarters and I sat heavily on the armchair with a shuddery groan. He positioned himself on my bed across from me, looking all the commander in his grey uniform with brass buttons and cap. A grin began to spread across his face as he produced a flask of brandy from his breast pocket. “Oh, no Trent. Don’t. I… can’t. It makes me go crazy.” I stammered.
“Lighten up, sir. You need it. Honestly.” He handed it to me.
I cleared my throat uneasily and looked away from him as I placed the flask on my desk. “I think I need some time alone… Commander.” I murmured.
“Of course.” He said smiling sympathetically.
“And Trent?” I said as he reached the door. “Thanks.”
Night approached quickly and quietly. I stayed sat, not trusting myself to leave my quarters. I had moved my chair to face to wall away from the door so I could resist the temptation to go and kill Ayanami myself. The brandy sat untouched but it was beckoning me. I was afraid that I would become an alcoholic again, and that idiocy had led to the death of my beautiful Keira. Hell. I couldn’t resist the temptation. Damn Trent and his stupid habits. I took a swig from the bottle and threw it across the room angrily. Damn my temper. Damn everything! I sat in silence until even the sounds of marching boots outside stopped and the fort wound down for sleep. Even I began to relax a little. It was a mistake. I heard a sound behind me and my hand whipped to the dagger at my hip. I had it out and ready when I felt the familiar bite of metal on my throat.
“Drop it.” Ayanami’s voice growled as he twisted the dagger so it nicked my skin painfully. I winced and threw the dagger away from me in a savage flick of my forearm. I shifted my eye down at the hand holding the blade. It was covered in blood.
“Ayanami. What have you done?” I asked cautiously.
“I escaped. That’s what. Get up and come with me. Don’t try anything.”
I kept my hands in the air as I turned to face him. He was a mess. His hair was tousled and matted with blood and his face was cut in places. He was still bare chested and I could see multiply severs that had been made with a dagger during his interrogation.
“I’m not helping you, Ayanami. Not ever again after what you’ve done.” I said defiantly.
Ayanami cocked an eyebrow and grinned. Suddenly, he stepped in and spun around to stand behind me. I didn’t even have time to react- his magic was running strongly where mine had sputtered and died. He had a knife at my throat before I could get my hand to mine. I was strongly aware of his bloody body pressed against me as he leaned in and whispered savagely in my ear, “You, sir, are no better. You have killed as many as me, and if you don’t work with me, many more will die on your account. That is no idle threat.” He shunned me forwards and I staggered a couple of steps before turning to him. He looked dangerously serious. I didn’t move but tried to read the look in his eyes. Did he have a hostage? “Are you testing me!?” He roared suddenly, making me jump.
“No, no.” I said, averting my eyes and going to collect my discarded dagger. “Surely your little outburst would have alerted the guards by now?” I said.
“You’d be surprised.” He said with a smug grin.
“We need new clothes.” I stated blankly.
“It’s sorted. Just shut up and come with me.” He snapped. I followed him out into the twilit courtyard and wondered why no one had heard of Ayanami’s escape as yet. I caught the sound of movement to my right and my hand reflexively went to my sword. From the shadows emerged Taker and Kaien. Kaien still bore the shameful scar down his face similar to mine and Taker looked morbidly ill. “Gentlemen.” I said, bowing.
Neither of them were wearing their typical military uniform with Ayanami’s sigil. Kaien wore his black knee length boots and breeches, but he wore a plain black trench coat in replacement of his military jacket. Trent was wearing an off-white shirt with his sleeves rolled up under a brown waistcoat, a worn fedora hat, brown riding breeches and boots. I looked over to Ayanami and cocked an eyebrow. He grinned and went into the stables next door. He emerged again holding a violet large-collared trench coat. He tossed it to me and I tried it on. A perfect fit. I didn’t let it show but I rather liked it. I discarded my ‘uniform’ on the floor aside from my hat and wore my weapons belt beneath my jacket. It disguised them perfectly except my sword, but it wasn’t unusual for men to carry weapons anyway. It was just the hilt that was a major giveaway. Ayanami had begun to wrap bandages around his upper body. “We don’t need bandages.” I said.
“They thinned my blood. It won’t clot.” He said with a grunt of pain as he yanked the final knot into place. “So be silent. You’re still my subordinate.”
“Sorry sir.” I said with a mocking bow.
Ayanami disappeared off into the stable again leaving me outside with Kaien and Taker. Kaien was looking at me strangely and then turning his gaze on Taker and to me again. Taker was stood with his back to me making minute gestures with his arms. Kaien took a step forwards to me before Taker stepped into his path with a gentle, “Don’t.”
Ayanami emerged a short time later looking immaculate again and wearing a suit, but still with knee boots and breeches. I laughed when I saw he was still wearing a plain black version of his military peak cap. “We’re leaving,” he said with a controlled calm. “Come on.” He said, striding towards the unusually open gates.
“Ayanami.” I said, stepping infront of him to block his path. “What have you done here? Why haven’t the guards raised the alarm?”
“See for yourself.” He replied with a dismissive shrug.
I bowed and strode into the darkness of the stables. The horses nickered nervously at my approach. I searched the stableboy’s quarters and then moved on to investigate individual stables. It was eerily quiet in there and I moved silently from stall to stall. When I reached the last three stalls I had become sick of looking, but as I turned to leave an unnatural paleness in the dark caught my eye. I went closer to investigate. It was the stableboy. A look of pure horror was etched into his face as if in stone, his mouth a small ‘O’ of surprise. I could see no blood. He was simply crouched in a silent scream that no one could hear. It was highly disturbing and I turned and left to confront Ayanami.
“What did you do to them?” I shouted to his back. “You killed them!”
He turned to face me with a dreadful grin on his face. He waved his hand slightly and an almighty scream rose from the stables. “Clever, eh?” He sneered. The whole fort was going mad now. And then it stopped again. “There- I didn’t kill anyone. Nobody.”
“The blood?”
“Mine.”
“What?!” I stammered, flabbergasted. He looked at the floor and turned from me again to walk down the road.
“Kaien. Taker. Vincent. Let’s go.”
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Ayanami led us through the streets for about an hour as the town erupted in our wake. I imagine that Bess was completely struck-dumb at Ayanami and his subordinate’s escape and my disappearance. Finally Ayanami led us up a narrow side-street. If I wanted to I could brush the mud walls at either sides of me with my fingertips simultaneously. He hadn’t told me where we were going but the others seemed to know what they were doing. We stopped suddenly at the doorstep of what looked like a small inn, with two tiny alleys leading to what I assumed was the stables. Ayanami rapped on the door twice and it was opened almost immediately by a short, stunted man with pig-like eyes and a sprinkling of lank greasy hair. “Lord Ayanami, sir.” He said bowing awkwardly to a disgusted looking Ayanami and then turning to Kaien and Taker and bobbing his head. “My lords.”
He looked me up and down, so I tilted my hat with a polite, “Sir.”
“I assume everything is as planned?” Ayanami said with a dangerous iciness.
“Yes, my lord. Of course- as always. I never let my clients down.” He babbled. “Please follow me.” And he trotted off around the back of the building. We emerged into a dingy back yard with a row of derelict run-down stables. The man waddled to a stable and led out a fine grey stallion. He handed the reins to Ayanami with a deep bow and a, “my lord.” Ayanami mounted up and looked down on the man with a sly smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Just the others and then we’ll be off- noone’ll be harmed.” The man’s face drained of colour and he hurried to fetch us all high-quality destriers. My new horse was skittish and irritating beneath me, and I had to discipline it with a hard jab with my spurs that cut into its sides. That horse tossed it’s head in shock but stayed still all the same. Ayanami laughed at my sudden outburst, “Ooh. Feisty.” I stared at him blandly. He turned to the squat man. “Thanks, Godrick. Everyone is safe now.” The man gulped and bowed shakily before Ayanami led the way out of the alleyway and into the now lightened streets.
Once we were out of earshot I turned to Ayanami, “You’re a dangerous man to know,” I said, grinning despite my hatred for him.
“I’m even more dangerous if you get on the wrong side of me,” he hinted acidly. A smile curled my lips at his irritated response, but I didn’t laugh. “Who were you holding to make him get you horses?”
Ayanami smiled slightly and then replied, “His entire family- sons, daughters, wife, you name it.”
“And did you leave them unharmed?” I asked cautiously.
His grin turned slightly insane. “Of course not.”
“Disgusting,” I said solemnly.
“Don’t push it, Vincent Frau Hacku. I brought you to your knees and I will make sure you stay there. I may not have your army, oh, but trust me. I know how to hit you hardest- and not only physically.” He said quickly and heatedly.
I paused, on the brink of disobeying him again- attacking him or something. I wanted to. My head was in turmoil- what if I killed him? What if I failed? How would he seek revenge? What were the repercussions? No, Vincent. Obey. You are his. “Sir.” I said, looking down at my hands.
“Now, Kaien, Taker, Hacku. Are you ready to run?” Ayanami raised his hand in a gesture that sent a tingle up my spine. Nothing happened for about 40 seconds, and we carried on at a steady walk. Then the alarm bells began to toll. And we fled.
We rode quickly for about 3 weeks. Ayanami wouldn’t tell me where we were going but the others seemed to have a clear idea- as usual. We stopped occasionally at inns to pick up food for Taker and Kaien and to water the horses but that was all. Later on in the first week Ayanami decided to buy a horse and cart- it seemed he was carrying a fair amount of gold- and made me drive it while Taker led my horse. No-one spoke to each other except Kaien and Ayanami, who talked like as close to friends as a subordinate and general could get, regardless of the fact that not long ago Ayanami had marked him with the shame scar like my own. We followed the roads, but Ayanami had dyed his hair temporarily blonde and made me dye mine black, and had also bought us all deep-hooded black cloaks to wear within civilisation. I felt almost naked when I had to swap my familiar hat for the hood. At night we stopped and allowed the horses to graze. We left Kaien and Taker to rest in the back of the cart while Ayanami and I stayed watch all night. In the two weeks we had been drifting, we hadn’t spent a single night indoors, but upon the end of the third week Ayanami called for an uncharacteristic stop at a tavern in a small village south of Forge. We donned our hooded cloaks and left our animals for the stableboy. The inn was dim but pleasantly warm inside. The smells of stale alcohol and woodsmoke brought a stab of longing for a home again. I hadn’t lived in normality for at least two centuries now- it was depressing. It was even more depressing to think that I was under the control of a man two centuries younger than myself. I strode ahead of the others and seated myself in the corner at a small scarred table in the shadows. Ayanami came over also and seated himself across from me and was joined by Kaien and Taker. The tavern master quickly approached to take our order.
“Large glass. Strong brandy,” I slipped in, in a dangerous voice before anyone else could speak. I wasn’t in the mood. I saw Ayanami’s mouth tweak in a suppressed laugh but the rest of his face was in shadow.
“Drinking tonight, eh, Vince?” Ayanami said softly and mockingly.
“Fuck off,” I said, still in my rumbling tones. I saw his mouth pull in to a toothy grin and it set me off instantaneously.
“I think you’ll find that I give the orders, friend.” He said. I drew my dagger and stabbed it into the wood of the table, standing up and shoving the table into Ayanami who stood up in response. Before I knew it Kaien and Taker were both up and holding their daggers pointed at vital points on my body. The tavern master was completely frozen with shock and the entire room had gone deathly quiet. I looked around at the staring customers. I let go of the knife with gloved hands and left it to stay stuck in the table, sitting down without another word despite my fury. The Majors sheathed their daggers and sat down also. Finally Ayanami sat.
“Like I said,” I growled at the man still waiting to take our order, who scribbled it onto his notepad with shaking hands.
“Bottle of your best wine, if you will,” Ayanami said, sounding bored.
“Two ales,” Kaien said friendlily gesturing to himself and Taker. The two Majors seemed to be getting closer and more in tune with each other everyday.
The man bowed and hurried away to retrieve our orders. We sat in deathly silence until Kaien said, “So what brings about the change, Aya?”
“We’ve almost arrived at our destination as you’ve probably guessed. Even Hacku and I miss a drink sometimes,” he replied.
The man brought our drinks and we sat in silence until he left again. I took a mouthful of the brandy and grimaced as it burned my throat. It felt good. Taker leaned forwards suddenly, his eyes glittering underneath his hood, “No-one react.” He said in his husky, disused voice. It was the first time I’d heard him speak a full sentence, “Directly behind you, General. There’s a man showing a particular interest in our group.” I looked at where Taker had directed without lifting my head. A man in a green militia uniform was slouched in a chair watching us. Ayanami leant back and casually looked back at the man. “I suggest we take him out.” He said sadistically.
“Don’t kill him. We’ll question him.” Kaien added who received a cocky look from Ayanami. I just took a great swig of my brandy and took hold of my dagger off the table. “Okay.” He said, slowly moving his hand to the hilt of his dagger, “…and go.” As one we all leapt up, not even knocking over a glass in the process. Before anyone could scream or the man draw his sword we were all around him with our blades hovering over vital areas. The man didn’t even flinch but the whole room went silent again with anticipation and shock. “Relax, gentlemen,” he said in an unflustered and laidback tone. He looked at Ayanami, “I know who you are, sir. But your friends? Not so much.”
“And who might you be, friend?” Ayanami said in a low tone, his knife never wavering from the point on his neck.
“That could wait until we’re outside.” He said.
“Get up. Walk slowly and don’t make any suspicious movements.” Ayanami commanded crisply. The man got up steadily, putting his hands in a harmless position and walked for the door. Once we were outside in the twilit courtyard of the tavern Ayanami threw back his hood and confronted the man, “I know you. Where from? Who are you?”
“You might remember me as the lieutenant of your father’s armed forces. It’s Commander now. Commander Endol?”
“Yes I remember you. And why do you shadow us, semper?”
“Oh please, I’ve barely been one for 150 years. I don’t deserve the title. To answer your question, your father is aware of your…. discrepancies and resultant escape from confinement. He also knows you are on your way to his home. He sent me out to meet you.”
“Your father is alive?” I interrupted in bewilderment.
“Yes he’s alive, Hacku. He’s a semper. Shut up.” Ayanami replied.
“I suggest we go. We’ll be there in an hour.” The commander told Ayanami.
“I suppose we should.” He looked positively sick. I wondered why.
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We arrived in good time at around midnight. The house we approached was set into the valley amidst the huge evergreens and oak trees. We rode along a ridge on the opposite side of the valley, slowly winding back and forth down its face. The great stone mansion was somewhat foreboding and beautiful at the same time. We reached the base of the valley and crossed a great stone bridge over a river to follow a cobbled road up to the house’s front court which held a great water fountain of a phoenix spreading its wings. Ayanami led the way to the stable and untacked his horse. I did the same, as did Kaien and Taker. Commander Endol had left us at the huge gates that marked the entrance to the house grounds with the excuse of ‘military business to attend to’ and ridden down the other road of the fork and through a heavily-guarded gate I hadn’t seen beforehand. Noone had spoken since. “It’s Lord Kage. Nothing else.” Ayanami said to us lamely as we left the stable, “He doesn’t like being called anything else.” He babbled, almost to himself. Was he trembling?
Ayanami approached the door and I followed behind the Majors. The front door was a great looming white oak slab, designed to intimidate. Ayanami knocked twice with the iron door-knocker and stepped back. A few moments later it was opened in a flood of warm light by the lord himself. He was a tall man like Ayanami and had the similar silver hair, except his eyes were turquoise in colour. He still held his youth due to the magic, but he still looked older than Ayanami. I, in comparison, looked like an unruly schoolboy. Lord Kage wore a crimson bed robe and looked down at Ayanami as if he were some garden pest dead on the doorstep. Ayanami seemed to squirm under his stern stare before sweeping down into the deepest bow I had seen this proud man make, and said, “My lord father. It is a pleasure.” The others and I also bowed. As soon as Ayanami straightened his father struck him hard across the face. Ayanami didn’t look back at his father or us. “How dare you?!” Lord Kage hissed, “How dare you assume that I would take you in after I sent you away?”
“I could only hope, sir. We are willing to…work…for a place temporarily in your home. I obviously don’t need a bed or food. This is my slave. He’ll make do in the stables. Major–”
Ayanami was cut off as the lord launched himself off the doormat and pinned him to the floor at the base of the stairs with a knife he’d been hiding. He was as fast as lightening- faster than Ayanami and me. He was powerful. I took a shocked step backwards as Ayanami and Lord Kage went careering past me and landed with a ‘oof’ on the cobbled ground. Kage straddled Ayanami and said something to him in a heated whisper. Ayanami layed on the floor with his head back and hands in the air. He replied in hushed tones. He look quite calm, but was betrayed by the trembling of his hands. I stood still, trying not to draw attention to myself. The lord stood and turned to me, “Your slave may stay in the serving quarters, but you may call on him whenever. Your men may use the guest quarters and you…. you can stay in your old room I suppose.” Ayanami blanched. What was wrong with him? “Major Taker, Zelt please follow me. Ayanami, show your… slave to the lower quarters. Then come to my quarters with him.”
“Of course, my lord.” Ayanami said, bowing. I bowed also. Why me?
Lord Kage left, talking avidly with the two majors.
Then we were alone in the courtyards. Ayanami looked crushed. “Sir?” I said into the silence, not daring to spark him off. Ayanami looked from the floor and stared into my eyes harshly. “Vincent. I’ll show you the serving quarters and then you’re coming with me to see my… father.” He said distantly.
“Yes sir. I know, sir.” I replied.
I followed him into the house and up a narrow set of stairs lined with a sap green carpet. A long thin corridor stretched back with doors on either side. Ayanami took me to the end of the corridor and showed me into a tiny dim room with three sets of bunk beds in it and a wash basin.
“There are four other servants living in here, but they’re out on some errand at the moment.” Ayanami informed me.
“I’m not staying in here, you realise.” I said, disgusted.
Ayanami almost threw me up against the wall, but instead huffed through his nose. “Yes, you are. Because my father doesn’t know what you are, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“I can move silently. No-one’ll know if I sneak out.”
“Oh, my father will. Trust me.” He said, turning his violet eyes on me like a weapon. I slammed my fist against the flimsy doorframe and then turned on Ayanami. He blocked my fist and drew his dagger, but I threw him off guard as I suddenly changed trajectory and elbowed him in the collarbone, causing him to stagger into the opposite wall of the corridor. I threw myself at him immediately, trying to use the advantage. I drew my dagger and went to hold it to his throat, but again he blocked at last minute. He tried to punch my face, but I spun out suddenly to catch him again. When I turned the full way around I came face to face with a ready knife, as did Ayanami who cracked his head back on the wall with shock. I was getting faster. I grinned. We both held position for about 15 seconds, just staring at eachother. A battle of wills. Along the corridor the sound of doors opening and closing up and down the corridor as household servants came to see what the commotion was about broke the silence we held. Finally we both slacked our pressure on one another and stepped back. I eyed him suspiciously as I sheathed my dagger. “You’re not going anywhere. That is an order.”
“I–” I was cut off as Ayanami stepped in and struck me across the face. Over the ringing of my ears I heard slight gasps from servants still at their doors. I tried to ignore them. “Yes, my lord.” I said reservedly, bowing.
“Good.” He said sharply. “Now, we’ll go to see my father.”
The doors into Lord Kage’s study were towering, graceful, beautiful. Each panel held tiny carvings of all sorts of scenes, mainly related to war. Ayanami rapped on the great door quickly and took a step backwards. A tall graceful lady opened the door. “Ah.” She exclaimed before bowing smoothly, “Master Ayanami. Sir. Please, come in.” Ayanami nodded to the lady and stepped inside. I followed with trepidation.
Lord Kage was sat ramrod straight in a great cushioned chair behind an immaculate desk. When we entered he motioned to Ayanami to sit, which he did, but he looked awkward and stiff. I decided it would be an idea to stand beside the door where the servant had stood when we entered, but had now left us alone with the Lord. “Father. Sir.” Ayanami said, breaking the silence.
“Fritz.” He replied. Fritz? His name? Whatever that was, Ayanami stiffened. “Vincent Frau Hacku,” He said, looking up to me. I froze, eyes wide like a startled rabbit. Ayanami spun to look at me, eyes just as wide. Don’t give the game away, they said. “S…sir?” I stuttered.
“I know who you are.” He said darkly, his eyes flashing.
“I….I don’t understand, sir?” The confusion not completely feigned.
“Don’t you dare say that to me!” He roared at me, standing. Ayanami stood also, striding out to intercept his father’s path as he came at me with fists out. “Father! Please ju–”
“DON’T INTERRUPT ME!” He practically screamed. What was wrong with him? “Come here. Here!” He said to Ayanami who had begun to back away. Ayanami shuffled to his father, who felt Ayanami’s jaw line, almost tenderly. Ayanami stood stiffly looking past his father as much as his father studied his face before he drew his hand back in a savage smack. Ayanami didn’t even retaliate. Didn’t cry out. Didn’t flinch. “Do you understand?” Kage asked, suddenly calmer.
“Understood, Father.” He replied, trembling. I just stood where I was, shocked into silence. This man had brought Ayanami to his knees with a few words.
Lord Kage said nothing of it again and turned back to me, “Now. Vincent. Don’t pretend you’re not who you are. What’s it like being under the control of my son?”
“Please, sir. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I began to back towards the door, but I was ready to draw my sword if necessary. Kage shadowed my movements, moving towards me as I moved away. “How did he get you under control?! My son! How old are you now?”
“My lord! I’m just a slave. I have the brand.”
“Hah! He branded you too! Hell, what did he do? Chain you up?!”
I was sick of this. He was making me feel more and more worthless and I didn’t like it. “Yeah,” I said darkly, my temper flaring. “He put me in a cell, shackled my wrists and ankles and then had two guards restrain me against the wall. Oh, yes and Major Zelt was also there for backup. Saying that, I was unarmed and completely exhausted from the preceding battle.” I stared him down maliciously and cracked my knuckles. Ayanami looked completely gobsmacked.
Lord Kage grinned, “You are him then. Certainly have the temper to match his reputation.”
“What do you know about my reputation?” I stared at him, never breaking eye contact and taking a step forward. My famous temper was certainly beginning to come out.
“Oh… I know that before Fritz was born, you massacred an entire city of people with your magic, and when the authorities finally caught you and had you beaten to a pulp in hopes of getting you to explain your motives, you practically spat back in their faces and slaughtered them all. No one knows what happened to you after that, or why you even did it. Those few who knew about your record when you became a general almost rebelled.” That was alot of knowledge about my past. Even Ayanami didn’t know that, judging by the look on his face.
I growled. “Those days are over. Long over.”
“Miss the rush of killing for fun?”
“Right about now I am.”
“So how long have you lived now?”
I held my silence. I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction.
“Vincent…?”
Still silent.
Kage’s eyes flashed. “Don’t make me force it out of you. I might know the methods of torture, but I’m not willing to use them.”
I cocked an eyebrow. Show me what you’re made of.
Kage rushed forwards suddenly and threw me against the stone wall I’d been stood by. I didn’t resist, determined to show him that his fancy torture methods didn’t work on me. His dagger was at my throat now. He’d knocked my hat off and was now holding my hair, pinning my head back against the wall. I looked at him coolly down my nose. “Tell me your age.” He said calmly.
Silence.
He repeated the order.
“No, I’m alright.” I said like he’d asked if I wanted a drink. He took the dagger and plunged it into my shoulder before replacing at my throat at lightening fast speed. My arm throbbed, but I barely even grimaced.
He didn’t even ask again, but waited for 5 seconds before stabbing my shoulder in the same place again. I wasn’t expecting him to do that and gasped despite myself. He smiled. I looked over at Ayanami who hadn’t moved from where he’d been stood when his father had struck him. I don’t know what he was thinking. Just as I turned my attention back to the lord he struck me in the shoulder again, this time a little closer to my neck. If he got me in the tendon in the side of my neck that was pulled taught, I’d likely lose use of it. I knew what he was doing, he was trying to make me panic. The terrifying thing was, I could tell he wasn’t going to stop for my benefit. I tried to push him off me but he simply yanked my head back more, pressed his body against me to stop me balking, and stabbed me again. I grunted and grimaced as the pain got more every time he knifed me. I was about to answer his godforsaken question, but I hesitated. Kage took the chance to knife me yet again, this time just catching my muscle so it would twinge but not kill. He knew anatomy well. I cried out at the agony that shot up the side of my neck and down my arm and threw myself sideways as a reflex. The knife tore out of my flesh as I moved away and that hurt even more but there was nothing I could do. I landed on the floor where I had slipped away from Kage’s grip. Within seconds he was back on me, pinning me to the floor. This time, instead of knifing my neck he got me twice in my left hand in quick succession. I writhed beneath him but my lean frame couldn’t displace him. He raised his dagger again in a threatening motion and I quickly yielded. “Okay! Okay.” I panted, my breath rasping. “768 years. 768.” He smiled in a manner that said I told you so, and got up off me after wiping his bloody dagger on my jacket. I got up quickly and tried to stem the blood flow from my neck and shoulder from multiple stab wounds. “I’m leaving.” I said in a voice strained from pain. I swiped my hat from the floor, turned and left for my ‘room’. No-one stopped me.
It had been about half an hour since I had last been to where I was staying, but when I opened the door, four servants stared back at me. The oldest looking, a fortyish man with big ropey muscles running through his bare arms and chest stood up from his bunk next to my empty one. “You’re Ayanami’s slave. A young one, too.” He stated. I nodded silently and sat on the bottom bunk of the empty bed to remove my jacket. The material had stuck to my wounds on my shoulder and I peeled it away slowly and painfully. Having done that, I dumped the bloody jacket on the floor at my feet and studied the wounds. Deep, but not fatal. More scars. The four servants were sat watching me as if I was a wild animal. I removed all my weapons- wrist blades, sword, dagger, throwing knives and poison etc. and placed them on the floor. The wounds on my left hand went straight through, but he’d precisely missed any major arteries, bone and muscle. Two of the servants were young women who gasped unrestrainedly at my scars and wounds. “You’re hurt.” The big man said.
“You’re one for stating the obvious, aren’t you?” I hissed in response, my mood still black.
“We’ve got bandages. Tod! Get the bandages.”
“Erm… yeah.” The other man said, about 19 years of age and lanky as a giraffe. The two servants worked together to put bandages on my neck and hand while the girls took my jacket and expertly washed the blood off it in the basin and sewed up the holes. “It won’t be dry until about midday tomorrow.” One of the ladies told me. So I’d have to walk around bare-chested all day. Great. After I was fixed up the servants went to bed. I just sat up all night. I occasionally heard the sound of footsteps passing the door, gradually increasing towards the morning. Eventually my roommates woke and prepared for work. I stood myself and splashed my face at the basin and donned my weapons. When I turned back to leave the room, one of the ladies who shared a room with me was staring at my turned back. I pretended I hadn’t seen and crossed the room to the door but then I stopped. “Uh… sorry to bother you. Where’s Ayanami’s room?”
“Oh!” The girl exclaimed as I caught her by surprise, “At the other side of the house on the third floor, it has a violet door. You can’t miss it.” She smiled. I tipped my hat at her and left for his room.
Upon finding Ayanami’s room I went to knock on his door, but I stopped short as I heard the sounds of shouting inside. I just had time to dodge out of sight of the door before Lord Kage very leisurely sauntered out and went down the steep stairs to the main floor of the house. After I was sure he was out of earshot I rapped on the purple varnished door. “Who is it?” A pained voice called.
“It’s Hacku.” The door opened a few seconds later and I entered into a large almost empty room. There was no hearth to burn a fire in or anything of the sort. There was a mixture of old and new blood on the floor. Ayanami shut the door behind me and stood ramrod straight.
“Ayanami, what happened here?” I asked.
“The usual. Where is your jacket?”
“Drying. After your father stabbed me bloody.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“Nothing at all. Sir.”
“Right. Remember how I said we’re going to work for a room? Well that work starts today. Yours, however is a little different to mine and the major’s. My lord father has… requested that you be sent on a contract.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I said.
“No.” He responded.
I sighed. “Who’s it on?”
“Lady Bess.”

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