Hurricane ✔️

Chapter 7: Good Bye

"Illya!"

"Iseult!"

"You have to run." Iseult told Illya as he ran up to him.

"What do you mean?" Illya asked as he hugged his lover.

"The prince is coming." Iseult's words scared Illya as he looked up at the larger male.

"When will he get here?" Illya asked as he tightened his hold around Iseult.

"In about an hour." Iseult softly told his scared lover.

"Ok, are we leaving together?" Illya desperately asked as he looked up into those gentle, stormy blue eyes.

"Of course." Iseult softly told Illya as he gently brushed Illya's long, white hair behind his ear.

"Do you honestly think that we would allow you to leave?" A cruel voice sneered and startled the two lovers.

Iseult instantly pulled Illya into his protective embrace as he faced the prince. Illya instinctively clung to the strong warrior as they faced the man they both have dreaded seeing.

"Why me?" Illya asked as he faced the prince.

"Because you are a blessing from the Sky, and you were promised to me." The prince smirked as his men surrounded the two lovers.

"There are many who will willingly give themselves to you. Take one of them." Illya defiantly told the prince as he stepped out of his lover's protective embrace.

"You are the only one the Sky has blessed. You are even named after one of the most treasured Sky nymphs. I think it is only fair that I be the one to wed you." The prince explained with a wicked glint in his eyes as his men closed in on the two.

Iseult carefully watched for an opening as the prince's men closed in on them. When he spotted one, he moved to grab Illya and charge the weak spot; however, their elder's voice rang through the air.

"Illya! This is your destiny. You were betrothed at birth to the strongest from the prophesies." The elder's voice froze both of the young lovers as she walked towards them from amongst the army surrounding them.

"I'm not of royal blood. It is only fair that a royal wed the prince." Illya tried to reason as he backed into Iseult's arms.

"You being born blessed by the Sky made your blood more treasured than those of royal birth." She explained as she drew nearer and the army had completely surrounded them.

As they spoke, an arrow whistled through the air and struck Iseult in the back. He gasped in pain as it pierced through his back into his chest.

"Iseult!" Illya screamed as he caught Iseult in his arms. "No! No! Please! Look at me!" Illya sobbed as he held Iseult's face.

"I'm ok." Iseult weakly whispered as he smiled at his crying Love.

"Stay with me. Hm?" Illya sniffled as he tried to lift Iseult up.

When Illya looked up, he saw the army with their bows drawn and their arrows aimed at his lover.

"If you come with me, I won't kill him." The prince told Illya as he reached his hand out for the gorgeous archer.

Illya looked down at his dying Love as Iseult's blood flowed through his fingers. "Take him to the healer. Promise me this." Illya sniffled as he gently brushed his fingers across Iseult's face.

"I promise." The prince smiled in victory.

"Illya, no." Iseult weakly gasped for air.

"I love you, my Sea Prince." Illya softly whispered and kissed Iseult's forehead.