Wings Of Chaos

Moloch VI

"You have to see to it that no ne sees this nor hear of this", Andrija could only bark at Marko who in return nodded looking at the bird who never once shut his mouth. "Miloš you cannot tell any living soul about this. Order of the dragon is depending on you two to report to Vilingrad and tell the fairies about the letter. You will be given horses to travel and prepare to go on this journey. I will soon go to the old witch", as soon as he mentioned the cursed witch Radojka He can see Marko's face and Miloš' both confront in a shocked expression

"You know what she did to Radovan, Milovan and Milan? Your own sons were cursed because of her and her damn sister. She cannot be trusted", Marko interjected as the quiet Miloš just nodded not wanting to speak anything. Andrija always wondered why Miloš refused to talk whenever he gives him an important information. The one who keeps it all in must have someone to talk t, right?

"You are both dismissed", he quickly said as he did not want them to see what he was seeing right now. Trail of fresh blood was on the ground towards the main rooms where the royal family stays. No one entered the castle bloody or he would have been immediately noted. His senses were on edge as he watched the blood lead to the dark corners where his room would be... Aleksandar! That was also the path to Aleksandar's room as the boy always found ways to bleed. But this kind of blood would only be possible if a person was bleeding to death! Taking his last breath.

He did not know he was running as he passed all the empty doors, no one still returned from Belgrade. As his feet carried him even though his dress was heavy he quickly was there at the end of the hall watching Hera desperately bang on the door. Before Andrija could even yell at her for even daring coming here he saw the blood led to his son's room the thick blood made his blood freeze as it was like a puddle. He was running.

As son as Hera saw him he watched her desperately telling him through tears but he could not understand. "Speak clear woman!", he shouted as he wanted to hear her and not try to understand her.

"He was bleeding heavily when he knocked and as I tried to reach him he lcked himself in! I heard moaning sounds of pain and then nothing at all... Blood was everywhere that I could not even see the damage. I don't even know if he is even alive in here as I have been here for so long"

His face fell as he slammed his own body on the door trying to break the door. He had to save his son for once! He could not protect him when he was a child but he could save him now. He had to. It was his only joy and memory he had of the time he was happy.

Hera also used her arms to help him push the door open. Taking his mask off he could now use his strength. After a couple of tries nothing. He jammed the door with a object. He could not believe when the door finally broke as Hera used his sword to crack the door and he swung it so the door would break. He forgot he had a sword! S that is why his dress was heavy... He should tell Marko to remind him of swords in his dress so he could replace them with knives.

He got out of the wonder as Hera's scream pierced through the halls. The sight that greeted him would forever be in his mind. Dear God. Oh God.

Blood wasn't just anywhere the bed was soaked in it as the blood still was fresh and leaking onto the floor creating a puddle. Perhaps even a river could be made as the wood was soaked in it, turning dark red instead of mahogany.

Aleksandar was not on the bed but he knew he was there due to fresh blood. "Aleksandar", he yelled out as his blue eyes looked around the room noticing blood on the walls from Aleksandar's hand. The ceiling was also covered in blood as if someone smeared it.

No signs of Aleksandar but books were strewn around. As he looked at them closer with each step he took those were not books at all. Drawings were strewn around. He would always recognize Aleksandar's drawing as he slowly picked it up not caring his dress was soaking up blood. The drawings he could not understand as it was just scribbles with some unknown letters. He cannot even remember what the writing said.