Rusted Bonds, Kingdom Part

Part 1

It's been forever now since it all began. The fighting, the bloodshed, the cries of a sorrowful mother. It didn't have to be this way, or maybe it did, no one truly knows. Maybe fate is just playing a cruel joke on us. Either way, it has to end, this war has to end. I just wasn't expecting that I would have to be the one to finish it.

I woke up that fateful Sunday morning with the worst headache. It felt as if someone dropped a large rock on it. I rolled around, not wanting to get up in fear of worsening the pain, but wanting to take medicine for it. Eventually, the choice was taken from me.

"Max! Get up!" the loud voice came from my closest friend, Marco. We've known each other since we were in diapers, but Gods does his voice ever worsen a headache. He's cute enough though, I guess I won't stab him with a fork.

I sit up slowly, my headache definitely not getting any better by doing so. Marco sat on the bed next to me, his mop of honey blonde hair flopping as he did. He looked me dead in the eyes, his bright red eyes staring right into mine. His face, covered in freckles like a night sky is with stars. They stand out fairly well against his paler complexion.

"You aren't going to believe what I dreamed of last night!" You have got to be kidding me. He made me get up with this amount of pain for that? I'm stabbing him with a fork later.

"What did you dream of last night?" Gods my voice is hoarse. I need some water. I swang my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet touching the cold, wooden floor as I did. I rubbed my temples slightly as I stood up, Marco following me as I walked to my mirror, bouncing like a giant ball of energy.

"I dreamed of what I think was Encantador, you know, the god of the seal?" I looked at him confused.

"The seals have gods?"

"Only the major ones I believe! I haven't looked in a while, but I know my mom has a book about them at home." Seals huh? I don't know much about them, except people with them, are considered lucky, in most cases. They supposedly give people powers and dictate certain personality traits, but that's all I know. I don't even know how many there are.

I sat down at my desk, the mirror sitting on the back of it. It's small, a dusty golden edge surrounding the outline, little tiny bits of decorative ridges and lines popping out of it, making it look prettier than it already was. It's a small thing, but it does its job well enough. I need to clean it.

I looked into the mirror, my greyish blonde hair is a mess, but at least I don't look dead. I normally do. I tried to tame my mane of hair, but that failed. Oh well, I'm too lazy to brush it anyways. Ugh my head, I'll have to ask mom for help with it probably. I stood back up, Marco looking at me with excitement all over his face.

"What?"

"Aren't you curious, as to what they looked like?" I looked at him confused.

"Who, Encantador? Aren't they just a myth?" He puffed his cheeks out a bit, oh Gods he really thinks he saw them. I guess I should humor him.

"Uh sorry, what did they look like?" His eyes lit up. I was in for a long one. He began talking as we walked out of my room down the stairs. The smell of freshly baked bread filled my nose w\as we did.

'Well, it looked like a girl with a weird greenish teal skin tone. Their hair was the same color as their skin too, but their eyes were a bright yellow, and they had yellow wings?" Wings? Did a God need wings?

"Did they say anything to you?" He put his hand on his chin and thought for a moment.

"No, they just, laughed. Not like a playful laugh, but a mocking one, like they were laughing at me." We finally sat down at the table, my mom setting a pan of bread fresh from the over on the counter top. She looked at us and smiled.