The Assassin's Crown

Part 18

2022, August 12th

Aaryan Mcmanus, a broad, scraggly man. Clad in decades old armor revising in the past, a past both men hated. His hair was white with age and withering, and face stopped at age 50. He was a lean man, just as he was in the hundreds of years prior.

"You aged like shit." Aerlic had drawn his sword pointing towards the dead man. He was in shock that the skeleton of a monster was still alive, both he and Sireno had barely aged, whereas this man seemed to be immortal, and yet his body showed an eighty year old man. "Seeing as you are an old man, I assume that means you got bitch slapped by the necromancer's magic, and aged like food."

"Aerlic, your rebuttals are cute, but you are stuck in a burning relationship with an idiot who has dementia." Aaryan stepped forward, eyeing the crystals with vallice. He was looking for something as well, that never deterred the two younger men from their stances.

"Who are you?" Sireno produced a livid look. Who had this man thought of himself to stop them from steps away from their memories of each other. "I said," he drew his own sword causing a smiling Aerlic to remove himself from the situation first hand, "Who are you?" He knew the wrath of the blade held in SIreno's hand on a first name basis, it was a gruesome one.

"Why my dear king, I'm your head guard, Aaryan. What has this assassin been lying to you about my king?" The sinister man obliges with a bow to show false intentions to the king's lack of memory.

"Sireno, it's your choice who to believe here" Aerlic believed he would lose a debate to the twisted man in front of him. He let down his own sword and made a stance that proved he would be no harm to the youngest man.

"I don't remember a head guard ever being appointed to me." Sireno snobbishly remarked back to Aaryan. It threw Aerlic for a loop, where had this spitfire been the decades before. He had met the loving side, the worried side, the scare side, and most definitely the monster side. This side scared the man to his core, and for once he was not the one to spark it.

"Sireno, remember what you told me?" Aayran also lowered his sword. His frale body looked seconds from breaking and becoming dust in the crystal falls ambient lights.

"No, want to elaborate?" Venom was spit at the elder. It was bitter and dreadful to both of the other men. Someone would die at Sireno's hands and neither man could tell who.

"Aerlic killed you. There is a scar."

"Aerlic, is that true?"

"Yes, it is. The scar is on your back. I lied"

"Aerlic Montgomery, I hate you."