TW // MENTIONING OF BLOOD
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Kian harshly puffed air as he felt his stamina rapidly going down while fighting the man. "I seriously do not understand you! You, yourself earlier told me that I should just run away and call for help but as soon as I try and escape you'll attack me with a magic circle of that damned black magic of yours!" He ruffled his hair roughly and groaned loudly before gripping to his sword tightly.
"Y-You will not understand! End this conversation with me and run away as far as p-possi--" The man could not even complete what he was saying when he suddenly yet again opened his palm in front of Kian and there it was, another smoking yet terrifying magic circle that could kill any moment. As Elias was going to strike Kian with the kiss of death, abruptly a magic shield protected him from the strike.
"You've been fighting for quite some time, Kian go behind me." Prescott's voice echoed, making Kian nod his head, as his panting breath slowly stabled, wobbling his way to Prescott, he was tightly gripping onto his injured left arm, droplets of blood was flowing down. Even his injured forehead pained the young man. As Prescott's eyes finished looking at the current state of Kian, he felt a lot more ticked about it. "Tch. If you wish for a fight, come here and fight me." He opened his palm and there it was, the majestic blinding blue magic circle of the Celeste tribe, a hidden magic that was thought from generation to generation for them.
"I am speaking the truth and only the truth I do not wish not even want to do this! Save me!" Elias' voice echoed making Prescott and Kian's eyes slowly widen, as Kian felt the chilling shivers going down to his spine. And for a sudden moment, they felt sorry for the man. Shaking his head to the left and right aggressively, Prescott sighed and directly gave the man an eye contact.
Never letting his guard down, Prescott opened his mouth to sigh. "Prove it, why are you fighting us if in the first place you do not want to keep on doing this." A small smirk curves unto his lips before raising his right eyebrow, still looking at the man that they still do not know what his name was. "What are you? Some kind of puppet?"
"Maybe you are in fact speaking of the truth, I perform things as if I was a puppet to my own brother, kill me now. I beg of you for the love of God, so that I will stop these merciless killings!" But he yet again lost his sanity and quickly attacks Prescott.
"We'll help him." Prescott whispers to Kian before taking the attack from the man whole heartedly, crashing his own onto body onto the wall with so much force that the wall ended up smashing into pieces, and there he was, on the garden floor of the Imperial Palace where he used to watch his Master, Ashleah and Aziel play on certain days, making him chuckle a little before groaning loudly as a heavy curse came roughly out of his mouth.
But then, he saw Nash and Axis running towards him making him quickly look around for his Master. The moment his eyes noticed Ashleah above the clouds, fighting a certain man that could have been their enemy since Nash and Axis looked tired too. He smiled and looks down, feeling like he was pathetic. "I am.. I apologize, Your Highness."
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"Now Prescott, Listen to your parents, we can die in many ways such as fighting with black magicians too much. Never over do it." Prescott's mother cuddled her child a lot closer, feeling the warmth of her son, stroking his hair, the woman smiles and kisses Prescott's forehead softly.
"Mother, what if that happens and I have a Master, what will happen to my Master?" The little man tilted his head, eyes were beaming with curiosity, his pinkish lips were slightly pouted making his Mother chuckle. "Mother, why are you laughing?" furrowing his eyebrows, creasing his forehead, scowling softly, Prescott got pissed.
"My, please do calm down my son, okay this is what happens to your Master once our own body gives up. Your Master completely forgets about you and the people you've interacted too Prescott, they will forget about you. So if you dearly love your Master, make sure to keep the both of you safe at all times." The young child tears streamed down his eyes sliding down onto his puffy cheeks, his hand found its way to his face as his small and cute finger tips tried to wipe those tears away but he completely fails and continued to cry.
"Tha-That's so sad, Mother."
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"AGH!" Prescott spat out some blood after failing to dodge another attack from the man, Nash and Axis could not even go near them since they were swarmed by black magicians that were maybe being controlled by the same person who was controlling the man. He sighs, slowly standing up, feeling the pain around his body more than before. "These damned black magicians." He opens his palm and there it was again, the magic circle, "Listen to my request, help thy man with my magic, the wind. Bring back to what he was." wind came rushing out from the magic circle and was on it's way to Elias, but the man who was under the influence of his own brother swiftly made a black magic shield around him.
'This brat! How will I help you?!'
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"Is that all you've got, Princess?" Callum smirks at Ashleah while they were on the air even though there was blood dripping down from his forehead down to his cheeks and chin. He did took damage due to Ashleah's sudden outburst attack with seeing what happened to her beloved Empire.
"You.. You really are wishing for death are you? What is the point in doing all of these?! To get the acceptance you've always wished for?! For Pete's sake, centuries had past, why are you still stuck in those days?" Ashleah bursts before creating a magic shield around her, making sure that she will remain safe if some surprise attack happens to her.
Callum sneers and shakes his head, with a smug smile plastered on his face, his eyes looked at Ashleah's eyes, deep. "That is why I hate you people, why are you talking about what happened to our ancestors was something to be forgotten about?!"
"Then do not forget about it, let us end those days and never let it happen again. I will rule this Empire sooner or later, for I will not let anyone get looked down upon whether what they are, who they are, what job they have or so." She inhales and exhales before closing her eyes, just why did their own ancestors did those to the black magicians?
"NO. I have made up my mind ever since I started planning this. I have waited long enough for a Princess to be born, Your Highness. You are the answer to all of my what if's and how will I start to make my revenge on every single one--"
"Even though it means that your own comrades are sacrificing their on lives for what you want?!" She puffed out air while giving the man a death glare, how amusing. He was okay with the death of those around him ever since just for this? If he wins, he'll be all alone, just like how he started.
Meanwhile, what the Princess said made a short flashback to Callum and how he is sacrificing and using his own brother for his plans. Callum knew that his brother, Elias hated what he was doing and what his plans was ever since they were young boys, yet he never left his side. And for the first time in his whole life, he felt sorry. He was guilty and Ashleah saw it right in front of her, she was about to open her mouthyet again but so suddenly, the voice of Axis echoed, terror and anxiety was heard while he screamed-
"PRESCOTT!!"
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The last attack from the man, Prescott knew that it would be the death of him but for what he planned, he was going to secretly attack Elias, killing him. Hitting two birds with one stone. Hearing how Axis screamed his name, he now closes his eyes with a smile. "Ha, I guess that I do not even have a chance to say good bye to you, Master."
"What do you mean good bye Prescott?" Prescott knew who that voice belongs to, opening his eyes in a swift, the attack froze in the mid air as for the man was held captive by Ashleah with magic chains. The Princess sighs and slowly turns around to face Prescott, she crossed her arms against her chest, raising both of her eyebrows at him. "Seriously? Dying without your Master's consent? Prescott, I am so disappointed." She giggles before exhaling some air and continue talking-
"Do not worry. It's going to be OUR VICTORY."