Chapter 7

Seraphiell

He races to where the heat of the battle is taking place and tells the guards, "Step back if you don't want to be collateral damage." They run without wasting a single second. He says an incantation and the ground around him begins to shake. The attackers are crushed to the ground by an invisible force. Gravity manipulation. I've never seen it in real life before now. He crouches in front of one of them.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose?" He asked a question, but it sounded like he didn't give a damn who they were or what they wanted to do. It was more of just following protocol. His eyes were cold, almost dead. It was clear. He could kill each and every one of them and not even flinch. It seems the stories of Sir Lucas of Valeon weren't just tall tales. The person standing before me seemed more than accustomed to the battlefield. Like it was his entire life. "If you won't answer my questions, then you're useless." He casts a fire spell that engulfs them all. So, this is the power of a battlemage. I realize there are still a few people inside. "Come out through here!" I shout, now that the enemy is subdued. The people run towards me and jump out of the hole in the wall. "Thank you, princess." They each whimper as they pass by me. I go to help a few women stuck under the debris, then I notice something from afar. Someone is hiding behind a pillar. When he realizes that I've spotted him, he charges at me with a small sack in hand. There are no weapons nearby and nowhere to run. If I at least had magic, I wouldn't be so helpless. I wouldn't be so powerless. He reaches into the sack and grabs a fistful of whatever is inside. Right as he throws it at me, a sword pierces through his throat, and he falls at my feet. Lucas' Sword. From a few metres away, he yells, "Are you alright, my lady?"

"I'm just fine, Lucas." The light comes back to his eyes, and he smiles at me. That's the Lucas I remember. And suddenly, everything fades to black.