The fallen king Haland - Surviving

Vengence. This is what ran through my mind as I took my wife's hand and ran from the castle. "Survive please!" Looking forward he checks one last time for someone. The last guard...my best friend fighting multiple knights away while we run. "Draxor! Come hurry!" The running king seems to be being held back by his wife. He was panting and trying to run and help him with nothing but his fists. 

His blood, sweat, and tears becoming more apparent as he is slowly over ran after a couple minutes. The 30 bloody body's of once fellow soldiers surrounding him. The red fire mana flying around as his sword still manages to slice through cleanly of the traitors body's around him. The blood splatters on the stone walls as he killed the people he once trained. With the only thing to wash away his sins being the rain it seems like it was over. A sword swung for his neck but he managed to barley parry it back to slice the enemy's neck open instead. "Is this all you got you damn traitor Arlo's!" Looking up he see's him. The young kings brother, standing there watching his certain death. His blonde hair and red eyes looking down on him with pity and disappointment. "I see that look in your eye's, Karma is a cruel mistress Arlo's REMEMBER THAT!" Arlo up on the balcony looks away seemingly hiding his face as he walks back inside. His green royal suit once the rightful kings facing his back. Laying down his sword scream erupted around him. "Go my king, LIVE!" His breathing became heavy and vision being blurred. A sword has finally pierced him through the chest as blood drips and eventually starts flowing. Using his remaining mana he throws the kings guard sword and it reaches his king. Kneeling on the ground with his head facing up at the raining sky feeling powerless for the first time in many years. His mana officially drained out and his last remaining strength used for that throw. It was like he went back into time before everything even started. All of a sudden his parents appeared in front of him at his childhood house, he was a kid again. Looking around he has never been happier having small scrawny body again. Running towards his parents hugging them. Then at the moment shedding a tear and having the biggest smile, he accepted his fate. 

Heart almost seemingly stopping he looks down at his feet and see's Draxor's sword. Knowing the implant of his colorful wings in the handle specially made for him he picked it up very slowly. Standing there in thought "My brother why?" Head starting to throb with anger and disgust he feels a hand jolt on his arm. 

"We have to go Haland, come!" Yellow mana filled the air as they started running through the woods faster than ever before. Haland's wet brown hair and wet scratched noble red and gold clothing stuck on his skin from the wind and speed. His wife still in a dress and heels grabbing his hand and pretty much pushing him away from the scene. Wiping tears he knew Draxor would not die in vain. Fuck the country, fuck his blood relatives, and fuck the people. He was done with it all, thinking in his head "revenge will come Arlo. Don't forget me." Looking forward, wiping tears, and forcing himself to forget his blood relatives he changed. Instead for now he will focus on the one thing he has left to his life. Dirty blonde hair tied in a bun and aqua colored eye's, the dress was the same color as his own clothing even with it being just as scratched and dirty. 

Days went by as they made camps, then took the camps down in the morning, then traveled farther deeper into the mysterious western forest just to make the same camps. The tall tree's and weird vegetation in the woods scared them but there was no going back. Both being capable enough for uncommon monsters, they fought through until they found a clearing. 

"we cant go any farther anyway and its been weeks, lets settle down in this clearing...im tired honey. I'm tired of running, walking, and fighting. " Looking pitiful while staring at Haland taking off his shirt she goes and hugs him while looking up at his face...He was always taller than her. "Lets start building." the little water mana she had gathered around her. 

"Alright Maria I agree." Kissing her he started to gather fire wood for the shelter since it was almost night. He was exhausted, tired, sad, and even mad. The emotions going through him seemed to almost break him many times. The day went by ss the temporally camp is setup and made as comfortable as possible. He hugs his wife tightly and closes his eyes to sleep. 

Jolting up Haland hears slight walking coming towards him, it was from a small animal for sure but it was always good to be weary of everything this deep into the enchanted woods. "stay in here Maria I will check it out." Putting the blanket over her he walks outside to see what's checking out there camp. A cat. It had grey fur and blood red eyes. Nothing seemed off about it either. *meow* *purrrrr* it started petting itself against his leg like any normal cat would.

"awwww come to me." Waving her still dirty hands towards her to get the cat to come to her. *Meow* It walked to her and fell asleep on her lap. She suddenly felt better and her wounds were not hurting near as much. 

"Interesting, it seems to have gathered some life mana and falling asleep let it loose. What a cute little thing" Haland looked at the cat thinking even a small light is a light in the pure dark. Small things are everything right now. Falling asleep with the cat and his wife, he seemed to be comfortable for what felt like the first time in 10 years of his 20 years of his life. 

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authors notes: Shorter chapter but my favorite chapter. I am excited for the first major arc of the story in the next 2 chapter's! I am constantly teaching myself how to write and will also be back on my normal college schedule starting next week. (meaning actually same day consistent chapters lol.) Hope you guys will enjoy the first arc as much as I enjoy writing it and bringing it to life!

I have been trying to improve on my vocabulary and really writing important moments in great detail.