❝under their armor is a shining beacon of hope❞
A realm still suffering the aftermath of the original demon invasion. A world splintered from the core. A people frightened of the monsters that would one day rule their lands. A life ostracized from s...
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Zadyn froze, his heart pounding as he whirled around to find a gun trained on his head. On the other end of the barrel, a man leading a force of three soldiers whips out another handgun to point at Adahlia, who was beside Zadyn. The men behind him spread out into a line and aimed the head of their weapon at the center of the forehead of the corresponding faerie in front of them.
"What are you doing here? This is private property and you are hereby being escorted off the premises forcefully if you don't state your business," the lead man growled. The man seemingly in charge had a balding head that seemed to swell in size after each self-righteous word coming out of his whiskered mouth.
"What are you hooligans waiting for?" Triwyn screeched. "Explain yourselves!"
Daxelle gawked at him, ready to march over and throttle him but the click of the gun's safety being turned off stopped her in her tracks.
"Answers. Now."
Iaelie sighed, "We thought this man here died and came here to look for a man that would explain what the heck was going on—"
"A man? Here? Who?" the man—general, person, whatever, Zadyn didn't give a crap—snarled, taking a menacing step forward to emphasize his question. "Tell me."
"We don't actually know his name, but he claims he lives here. Or lives around here I don't know," Adahlia answered, a slight tremor rocking her voice. The head man ignored her and turned to Zadyn for an answer.
"Boy, tell me," he ordered, a threatening tone lacing every syllable of his words.
"But, she just told you everything—" Zadyn started.
The man scoffed, "Who said I wanted to hear anything from a bitch?"
"You technically didn't clarify—" Avanth started, anger blazing in his eyes.
"Zip it, Sherlock," the general-guy snapped. His arm didn't waver as he made a wide sweep of the tunnel with his gun. "I'm not afraid to shoot. State your business here or you're gone. Do you really want to be detained by the Imperial Government? Do you even know who we are? We're the Eternal Warriors, the imperial legion of skilled warriors that serve our King—"
"Oh big whoop," Daxelle muttered.
"—And faithfully take down traitors and usurpers—"
"Do we look like we're trying to overthrow your precious king?" Daxelle retorted.
"—For the greater good of our realm."
The man continued his delirious reciting of "facts" about the legion and how they would chop off the heads of anybody willing to stand against them. With each word coming out of his mouth, the tension in the room thickened as Adahlia glared at each soldier holding them at gunpoint.
When the man started to go on about battle strategies that have been working for them against spies and rebels, he was interrupted.
"Oh my gods," Adahlia shouted. "I already told you everything you asked for and you're here rambling on about how you're so loyal to your widdle-pwecious King!" Her chest heaved with anger, something dangerous flashing in her eyes. Even one of the soldiers towards the end of the line backed up a bit at the fire that blazed in her gaze.
