𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 | 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝙨. 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖

this part was requested by YukiTomura123

Thunderstorms. They've always mesmerized me, with the flashing lighting and agonizingly beautiful screams the sky would let slip. The sound of the rain slamming against the slippery pavement was like music to my aching ears and it made me feel at ease whenever anxiety overtook my mind.

It was past midnight and the only sound that enveloped the large bed chamber was the never-ceasing droplets of water hitting my foggy window repeatedly, accompanied by the infrequent howl of the all-mighty night. I was awake, eyes wide and mind running wild.

The satin bedsheets that I laid on were oddly uncomfortable, the velvety material making my skin burn, giving me the impression I was laying on a swathe of sharp thorns. The pillow under my head was rigid, my nape aching profoundly, as my eyes rested tiredly on the beautifully painted ceiling.

The plafond was decorated gorgeously with paintings of stars and constellations whom I have proudly illustrated. Their presence calmed my mind, as I watched them unfold their mysteries in front of my curious gaze.

I felt like a lunatic, thinking a mere painting could hold fascinating secrets, but I couldn't help the interest that engulfed my thoughts. "Maybe paintings also have stories to tell, just like humans do, huh" my conviction concluded quickly.

"Damn, I should probably get to sleep or I might as well surpass Aristotel with my perceptions" I scolded myself internally.

But sleep never seemed to take control of my tired body, thoughts would run freely while my aching heart would try to fight them with no possible good outcome.

I closed my eyes tightly while my ears were ringing vehemently. I couldn't control my depressing contemplations, the melancholic feeling whom I detested was present again and it made my mind crumple with ease. I looked at the mahogany table that was perched by my bed's side.

A glass of water and a few round pills were placed neatly next to the lovely lamp that dimly lit up my bedchamber. I took a small pill into my opened hand and carefully placed it onto my tongue as I grabbed the glass of water. I sipped the substance silently and swallowed the pill with ease, as I saw the room darken.

Unconsciousness overtook my body slowly, with an unseen care and I drifted off into a deep slumber.

Guttural battle cries could be heard raging in the distance as warriors hastened with incredible speed towards their horrible enemy. Sharp arrows flew throughout the sky, cutting the smoke that enveloped it in half with their velocity, as brave archers shot them with the precision of an eagle.

The whetted blades of millions of arrows were stabbing numerous victims mercilessly, blood painting their serrated ends in a horrifyingly interesting way. The silver color of their steel armors was now burgundy, as the material drowned in the warm liquid.

The meticulous archers were unimportant to the eye of the enemy, though, because the person who lead them into this hell of a battle was a crucial member of the royal family.

Aran Ojiro was the perfect crown prince- a man as bright as a philosopher who possessed the kindness of an angel. A man who was also wanted dead by his enemies.

His stormy eyes glimmered with wisdom and fierceness, while he watched his warriors approach the enemy. His arm arose in the murky sky as he urged his soldiers to fight with their souls and bodies bind together, weapon in hand and pride in heart.