User One, the file Flame.exe has been corrupted.
“WHAT?! HOW?!”
The file has been tampered with.
“By whom?”
Unidentified user, temporary access was given by User One to, Unknown File.
“I permitted no such access! Fix this!"
I will attempt the location of Unknown File.
“Do it quickly.”
Flame’s eyes flash red as he grips the sword. His eyes gloss over, and he grins.
His body slowly trudges forward.
He swings his sword, and it finds blood. Its first target, the prince of Icitle. The boy screams as the piercing blade rips through his ribcage, blood oozing from the open wound.
Flame’s heart races as his body moves without him. He stares at the destruction the entity in him causes. His head pounds and aches with every scream echoing through his ears.
As the entity goes on its rampage, Flame spots an odd humanoid creature. It is watching him. Silently. Sympathetically. Flame hears a strange voice, though he can’t distinguish it.
“Do not fear me child, I am here to help. I know the abuse this family takes from it’s blood source. You will be freed.” It floats across the field, yet no one seems to react to it. It has black and purpled smoke instead of legs, it’s eyes glow like stars against it’s night black skin.
The creature of death will help you control this.
Flame stares silently, his body still out of his control. The entity controlling him has covered his body in blood and guts. His sword is currently impaled in his last victim, his brother.
During Flame’s outburst, the guards were called in. Ivan, being the Captain of the Royal Guard and Flame’s brother, was the first to respond. Ivan was defending the life of the king, whom was sitting in the stands to watch for potential knights.
The entity laughs, and pushes the sword up to Ivan’s ripcage.
Ivan screams, a river of blood flowing down his body. His eyes begin to dull, his last bit of life escaping him slowly.
The world freezes. The king’s cruel eye and whipping hand, frozen. The blood that falls from Ivan’s torso frozen. Flame’s dead and crazed eyes, piercing through Ivan, all of it, stopped in its tracks. All for the deathly presence.
Ivan smiles, a bloody cough escaping his lips.
“T-thank y-” Another cough, blood dripping down his chin, “Fl-ame.”
Ivan weakly fluffs Flame’s hair as his body falls over Flame.
The entity freezes, feeling the weight of its host’s brother. Tears drip down Flame’s face, his screams are silenced by the entity.
His body trembles and shakes under the weight. His sobs get through. The entity vanishes back within the depths of Flame’s body. The cloaked figure approaches the boys. It rests a hand on Flame’s shoulder.
“It’s your turn Ivan, you’ve done well kiddo.” The figure hugs Ivan, “Now you get to rest.”
“I know your voice….” Ivan accepts the hug, numbness in his voice, “It’s you… the shadows in the halls.”
“Yes my dear boy, I watch and wait as my sister’s children fade away so I may return them to her. She has decided your fate.”
“What are my choices? I don’t belong to any religions. I lost my faith, young.”
“I know my boy, but that does not mean you should be punished. I spoke to my sister and I am able to grant you one wish. So tell me, what is your deepest desire?”
“I….. I,” Ivan freezes up, “Anything?”
The creature nods.
“I want to be at my brother’s side, at his greatest time of need. Until then, I guess I’ll go where I am told.”
The creature smiles and nods, guiding him away.
The world returns to its motion.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The blood oozes from Ivan’s body. Covering Flame and the corpse in a glittering crimson. Guards surround Flame. Their weapons drawn and at the ready.
The king holds an icy grin.
“Halt, that’s not how you treat a knight. In fact, Flame. You shall replace Ivan. You will take his place in representing Pheaxairia at The Realm’s Royal High School.”
The guards look at the king, they are furious, but they put their weapons down. Flame looks numbly around, not sure if anything is real. It smells awful. The blood on his hands is beginning to dry, as the guards grab him and guide him back to the castle, a few staying behind to guard the king.
“He just killed Ivan. Your eldest son. Why would he be promoted?” A guard asks, furiously.
“He killed his own brother. He’d make a great weapon. We could take control of all the realms with a moralless thing like that.”
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The Realm
FantasyI have decided to spilt up stories I think could be longer and are in the works.
