Start Back The Love

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Emptiness.

His heart that had stopped beating was assaulted with that feeling in the festive atmosphere. Usually, his heart feels like something lodged in the centre of it.

He stared down the crowd from a high place hidden by the poorly lit area of the temple. Beautiful, beautiful shining floating orbs in many colours decorated the plaza ground. The hustle and bustle of hawkers and buyers clamoring to get what they want. The violin, the drum and the beat. The beautiful voices of the best singers in the empire only irritated him. The small but thunderous steps of children playing with their peers without a care of their identities. The merry dance and the intertwined bodies following the rhythm. The laughter from people only made him see red.

What lullaby could heal his heart now? What light so brave enough to guide him back? He gracefully walked down the steps and joined the commoners. One could look and see the shadow looming in his eyes but people were too intoxicated by the festive mood. He decided to lurk among the crowd and waited for the perfect moment. Waiting for them to come out and serve their head on his silver platter.

The bell from the tower rang loudly.

The time for the lights to be put out had come. Three preys were all up there. Waving their hands. Smiling so brightly. How? Had they forgot the bodies they burned and stabbed before? He was impressed with their audacity and atrocity. If he were on the same side of those people, he would be clapping alongside them. The people cheered as the nobles came out to greet the commoner but he cheered as he saw the first lamb to be slaughter.

1. 2. 3. Aim.

Plop.

Red dyed the scenery. One head roll down from the body.

Everything stood still for a second like a broken clock before a scream erupted. A shriek so loud and clear that detonated the situation. The once merry crowd turn into chaos. Even the trained knights were not able to react properly. It was a power that they have seen before.

"A mage assassinated the high lord!" screamed the oldest knight among them. Everyone ran into the position to protect those scumbags.

He smiled looking at his own doing. Those who tried to block him bleed out to death. The brave knights with spears and swords fell onto the ground lifeless. The innocent and guilty souls were ripped apart without care. They became the companions of death for his victims. Insults were thrown to him but it fell on deaf ears.

He smiled at the two people in front of them. A glance is all it needs. An eye contact and oh, they knew him. And they knew what his wish was tonight.

"My lady, my lord." He curtsied to them like how one would when meeting a noble. If it were any other settings, nobles could not help but praise his perfect posture and demeanor. He approached them slowly. Beads of sweat could be seen on the man. He suddenly remembered the hymn that the cleric performed at funeral events. The sound seems to be louder for each step the other man came closer. The man could not bear to face him and decided to be a coward.

His hand shoved the shoulder of the woman to his attacker and ran away. It did not matter to him how people would view him later on. What matters was that he survived.

The disbelief was seen in her eyes but only for a short moment as her head rolled down her body. No words of regret and hatred managed to escape her mouth. Two heads now with fallen bodies sprawled on the plaza ground among the others.

The remaining knights tried to save the alive ones but their lord ran to save his life abandoning his official wife. It was frustrating when their lord did not have an ounce of intelligence to seek them first. They gasped when their lord did that to his own wife.