Tragedy
As a rank 5 one had a lot of power and influence and also a certain amount of pride and arrogance.
But right know none of that was visible on the face of the rank 5 knight who was overseeing a normal battle just 15 seconds ago.
'WHY THE FUCK IS THE ENEMY'S KING HERE.'
The rank 5 was confused and scared out of his wits.
The others probably didn't know that there were still 2 other wyverns flying above the clouds. But the rank 5 could sense there presence.
The rank 5 quickly ran towards the wall. His speed was many times greater than rank 3's and 4's.
He arrived at Wall saviora in around 30 seconds. And quickly jumped over and screamed out. " PROTOCAL 8"
Everyone that heard it immediately broke out in cold sweat. Protocol 8 or code 8 meant only one thing. Get armed and prepare for the worst.
While everyone jumped up and started to get ready, the rank 5 kept on running.
He quickly dashed trough the soldiers and camps. En not much later arrived at the other wall.
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Head quarters of the Tratos empire
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11 people were sitting at a table and a 12th person was sitting behind white clotted curtains.
The person behind the curtains started to speak, there voice was unrecognizable as it sounded distorted.
"what seems to be the problem head of war, General Radnor?
Radnor looked at the curtain." well leader of Trator, I think that it would be in our best interest if commoners could also start to practice the art of sorcerery. "
7 of the other people looked with shock at Radnor. 3 others didn't seem to care as they sat there with closed eyes and 1 kept staring in front of them at the door.
" How can you suggest such an outrageous thing!? " The head of sorcerery called out.
" well Miranda 99% of our troups are knights and that 1 % of sorcerers are almost never used. I think that if we have more sorcer-"
Radnor stopped speaking as he felt someone running towards them at a fast pace. The other aslo turned towards the door.
5 seconds later the door was thrown open. And they quickly saw a rank 5 knight getting on his knees.
" heads sorry for interrupting a meeting. But I have something important to say."
"what is it" a distorted voice said.
"T-the whole middle front attack troop got wiped out by a wyvren."
The air in whole room immediately changed.
"M-my grandson was there" on of the people at the table spoke. He was high ranking sorcerer.
He jumped up and moved towards the rank 5. He grabbed him by his armor and brought him closer towards his face.
"are you sure everyone is dead?!" the sorcerer asked.
"y-yes, everyone got turned into ash my lord."
"NO YOU'RE LYING!" the old man fully released his Mana and in a matter of milliseconds was gone out of the room.
He was heading straight towards the battlefield.
Were he would only find the ashes of the fallen slowly getting transported by the wind.
The distorted voice started to speak again. "head of secretary, make a report and notify every family member of those who died first and then a few days later release it to the whole public."
The head of secretary only nodded and said a few words. "this is the end of the meeting, next week we will discuss more."
Everyone slowly got up. And left the building.
The rank 5 was still on his knees shiffering from the Mana that the old man released.
"Charles come with me." the rank 5 looked up at General Radnor.
"y-yes sir."
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Noah was quietly eating his breakfast with his mother as they suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Olivia sighed. "I hope it's not the neighbor again, always asking for those damn galeon eggs"
She walked towards the door and opened it.
She was expecting her neighbor to be standing there but instead a knight stood there with his helmet off.
Olivia felt that something was wrong and felt her heart rate go up.
"hello miss, I don't know how to say this but your -"
Before he could even finish his sentence the women in front of him dropped on her knees and started crying.
"miss-"
"Mom? What's wrong?"
The knight saw a little boy coming into the hallway. He swallowed his words. "I think it's best if I leave."
The knight quickly turned around and walked away.
'this damn war.'
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Noah looked looked worried and confused at the same time. Why was his mother crying and why was there a knight walking away?
"mom what happened?" he asked again.
His mother turned around and hugged him and started to cry even louder. Noah also started to cry, he didn't know why but seeing someone you love cry doesn't feel nice.
After no more tears came out of there eyes they stopped for some time.
Noah heard his mother letting out a heavy breath.
"Son"
"yes, mom?"
"I-,..., y-your father is dead"
Noah looked at his mother. His breathing stopped for a second, and then his whole world started to spin.
Noah wanted to cry again but he couldn't. Every tear was already used up sympathizing with his mother.
So he did the only other thing we're he could vent his emotions.
He got up and slowly stumbled towards the place were his new wooden sword layed.
He grabbed it and ran outside. Noah wanted to get his mind off the news that he had heard so he started to imagine an enemy in front of him.
But what appeard in front of him wasn't an enemy but his father.
Noah's breath started to get heavy.
He got into a stance and was ready, or so he thought.
He evantually attacked but his attacks were sloppy slowly newly formed tears started to trickle down his cheeks again.
He fell down on his knees and wanted to cry more but there wasn't anything coming out again. So he started to punch the ground. 'WHY!, WHY!, WHY-'
"will you avenge me like that? "
"wha-"
"I said will you avenge me like that, with that sloppy stance and those weak movements."
"no i-"
"will you avenge me?"
Noah looked up at his father.
"y-yes"
"THAN STAND UP AND TRAIN!"
"yes!" Noah slowly stood up.
He grabbed his sword again and got ready.
He dashed forward and swung upwards.
His dad stepped to the side, and brought his sword down.
"dead"
"well yeah you're stronge-"
"then become stronger than me, become stronger than anyone you'll ever meet."
"again"
Noah got ready again.
"again"
"again"
"again"
....
After 3 hours of non stop fighting Noah collapsed on the ground. Nocked out.
"hopefully we don't meet soon, son"
....
Olivia still sat in the hallway staring into nothingness. 'I had to tell him.'
'it's for the best'
'I don't want him to... Agh fuck, fuck, fuck.'
Olivia started to cry again. "why did you have to leave me so soon."
After what felt like forever she stopped crying again.
She then started to hear grunts coming from outside, so she slowly stood up and the looked out of the door.
There she saw her son swinging his sword and running around like someone who got possessed .
After 10 minutes of wachting him in silence, her son collapsed before her. She immediately ran towards him.
And when she saw that he was breathing normally she calmed down. 'he just collapsed out of exhaustion .'
She picked her son up and brought him with his sword towards his bed.
There she layed him in his bed. And wachted him for a few seconds. She then layed her head on her son's bed and fell asleep.