A crown or this? | minsung

🌙a beginning

It is a mother's duty to protect her child.

She swung the blade against the cold metal of their armour, cutting deep into their skin as her other arm was over her son.

No matter the cost of her own life, he came first.

She yelled out and cut another one down, the attacker fell to the ground, her long black hair falling gently behind her back.

And she would do anything.

"Minho...I love you" she mumbled and turned back to see a little boy, crying and holding his mom's dress. No child should have to witness this.

Anything.

She felt a blade enter her stomach, slowly going all the way to the back of the wall behind her. Before the blood came out, she gave a last hit and killed the guard that had targeted her. Once he was dead, she fell to the ground and the echoing sound of the sword echoed on the walls of the castle.

"Mommy...?" The little boy cried, holding her body, her soft black hair on the ground, drenched in blood.

He cried as the crimson colour went all over his hands. He was alone, with about fifteen dead bodies around him. He was too young to understand it but...

This was when his whole life would change.

"Mommy!" He yelled and the crows that had come through the windows had flew away from the digested corpses.

All but one.

A crow was looking over his own dead mother, pecking her to see if she would respond, just like Minho was.

But her breath in the air faded until he couldn't hear her heart beat anymore.

She was dead.

The little baby crow then walked towards the only other living being in the room and snuggled up against him like he would to his mother.

In this cruel world, death was common, it drowned their kingdoms in blood.

A little boy crying over his loss mother on the floor of his own bedroom, how did it come to this...? Well it's quite simple.

War.

Between kingdoms who wanted the other dead, but so many suffered for the actions of the high ones, the rulers.

He heard footsteps marching up the chamber, then his father stopped in his tracks when he saw the sight in front of him.

The King Oden of the crow's lands, his father.

He ran to them and took Minho in his arms.

"It's okay...you're alright" he cried himself, holding the boy close to his chest, blood all over his armour.

"Their Will come a time where you will be king after me..." he patted his hair, his crown was the colour of crimson because of the blood he had been obliged to drown in.

"And you will understand...one day..." Minho cried even more when he looked back at his lifeless mother on the floor, hiding in his fathers fur with the bird in his hands, trembling as much as he was.

"Papa...it's cold. It's really cold" his whole body was freezing like the lands outside, it felt dead and numb.

His father looked at him and cupped his cheeks, they were in fact freezing.

Guards walked in the room and widened their eyes at the scene.

"Sir, the infiltrators have all been eliminated..."