Arcanus ❂ A Dream SMP Story

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☆A/N: writing in italics describes some violence/gore. skip the italic writing if you dont vibe with that. and holy heck, 1k reads?!?!?! thank you guys sm, i really didnt think my writing would get that many read. please let me know if theres anything i could change about my writing that would make it better, i like criticism. and uh, i usually don't edit alot of my writing so sometimes i might change a few small details but ill let you know if i do.

"12-years old and associating with hags, anarchists! On the street! Disgraceful!" my father boomed, and pulled my arm up, lifting me slightly off the ground.

"W-what do you mean?! I've always been loyal to you and always will!" I cried, my arm beginning to stretch beyond what I could handle, "Please father, I've done nothing!"

But the king only pulled harder, making me scream out in pain. The citizens below stayed silent, afraid to protest what was happening atop the festival podium.

"Lies! Don't lie to me child, it'll only result in even worse consequences!" the king seethed, making me cringe back and start to tear up from the pain and pressure.

There was no way he could've found out!

Right?

"Father, I beg of you! I would never betray you or our kingdom! My loyalty is only to you!" I said, desperate to get out of this situation. My arm was burning, it felt as if it was about to pop out of the socket. I tried to reach the ground with the tips of my toes to try and relieve the strain but he had lifted me too far off the ground. Using my free arm, I grabbed his wrist but he got hold of both my arms. Hissing in pain, I tried to swing free from his grasp but his grip was too strong.

His eyes darkened, "Shameful. That's what they always say. You've brought shame to our family and you'll pay the price. Son, come up please."

I blinked, tears rolling down their cheek, "Js-schlatt? Help me please!"

But Schlatt didn't even look at me, as if I weren't there and simply walked to the king's side, "Yes father?"

"If you would be so kind and teach Tenebris here a meaningful lesson," the king said, handing him the sword that was sheathed at his waist, "And here's a warning and example for everyone here today: Your loyalty lies with me and a betrayal to our kingdom will result in consequences," his eyes narrowed, glaring into the crowd.

Jschlatt handled his father's sword with special care, spinning it softly within his hands. He turned to me and looked down, where I was struggling in my father's grip. He had set me down but brought me to a kneeling position and held my head up using my hair. My scalp was burning, he was pulling at my hair too much. Those beautiful braids, that were woven perfectly on my head were now ruined and tangled by the king's hands.

"Jschlatt-t?" I whispered, looking up at him with teary, pleading eyes. He didn't say a word, only adjusting the sword in his hands. His face was stone-cold, but his eyes were soft and full of pity and despair.

"Hold still Tenebris," Jschlatt quietly said and brought the sword up, slashing downwards.

I screamed in agony, the slash of the sword felt as if it was burning through my flesh.

My blood splattered across the podium floor and fell into the crowd below us.

I breathed heavily, seeing red because of the blood running down my face. The slash had dug deep into my face, running down a long diagonal, cutting into my eye, nose, and mouth. My eye was gone, I knew it. Everything else was in searing pain, I couldn't feel my face. I threw up, spitting the thick red liquid onto the floor. I hung their head limply, watching the blood run off my face and drip onto the wood floor.