In mere seconds the doors of the Dining Hall were struck with a Fireball, flying forward and crashing over the hollow square table in front of Guinevere; a massive group of soldiers flooded the room, swords at the ready, knowing their orders.
Now, the young woman felt even more frightened as she stood surrounded by multiple men, a group of which who split away and worked through the 12 unconscious Knights, carelessly slitting their throats.
"Please, don't cut their throats. I, I command you, as the Princess of this Manor! Stop this at once!" Guinevere summoned the courage to try protecting the Loyal Elf Knights for the 16 years they protected her.
"We don't answer to you, Halfbreed. Lord Guingeras will be our new King, and you'll be rotting in a ditch where you belong." One soldier rudely spoke, proceeding to conjure a Firespear and hurl it at her chest. Her bravery surged once again, and the Princess rolled out of the way as it crashed into the wall behind her, but slipped over and barely prevented her head from hitting the stone floor. She was still dressed for the banquet, but getting away to safety with Gaiagan and her mother was still her top priority; Guinevere took both of her white high heels off, turned them into explosives then launched them forward at the soldiers from behind Aeledwyn's throne. They served their distracting purpose, having sent a couple soldiers flying back. However, this only enraged them.
With the last Elf Knight Bereadd killed, all of the 12 were now gone, leaving Guinevere to fend for herself in the bloodied Dining Hall; the servants and the rest of the Royals had already returned to their rooms once Gwaelas had begun to feel dizzy, fearing what trouble was lying in wait. Right now, some of them believed the trouble had died down, while others weren't taking any chances and began packing bags just in case.
Guinevere needed to leave, NOW. She immediately turned to the door on her right and bolted, but as she was about to break it open, another soldier hurled a Fireball past her face; she just missed it.
"Who said you could leave? We're just getting started, bitch!" One of them said, menacingly charging into her and pinning her down onto the ground while the others stood and watched.
"I've got her, Lord! Shall I cuff her?" He asked, still struggling to keep her wrists together despite being bigger and stronger.
Just then, a commotion could be felt at the main entrance, making everyone including Guingeras turn around.
"You'll cuff no one, fool." Gaiagan walked in, his fists swirling with flowing red fury at what had happened. The sight of the lifeless Loyal Elf Knights strewn across the floor, the heroes that he had trained and raised from childhood, the valiant men he saw as his own sons, pained him immensely, but right now he didn't have the time to feel, only think about protecting the Princess.
In a split second Gaiagan let loose a devastating shout which brought every soldier to their knees, wailing and clutching their head in agony as their eardrums liquefied from the inside, begging for their deserved pain to end before passing out.
Guingeras was affected too, though his greater strength and resolve allowed him to painfully withstand the attack without collapsing, though not without permanent damage to his hearing.
Guinevere remained unharmed; he did not intend for her to be hurt.
Rushing over to her, he picked her up from the ground and thoughtlessly kicked the second door down, sprinting as hard as he could through the corridors and up the stairs with her in hand.
"We need to find your mother, so you can go with her-" He tried to speak hastily to the girl but had to redirect a Flamebolt back at the soldier up ahead.
"To the secret tunnel, that leads outside the Manor. All our soldiers, have turned on us and follow Guingeras, who is now-" Another soldier charged at them, shooting a series of Flamebolts at them. Fed up of those relentless fools, the old man conjured a fiery dog and sent it after him, before continuing to sprint up the stairs and through the corridors to Aeledwyn's room.
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Journey of the Half-Elf - Book 1
FantasyThis story begins at the start of Guinevere's journey, on that tragic, fateful night of her 16th birthday, 1283. RATED MATURE: STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, TW! -MENTION OF R*PE Born at the end of the Great War, from the unexpected union of an Elf Pri...