Fallen Moon

Chapter 19: Fate's Tale

Author's Note: Also for some character's you will later notice that they will get more than one tale. These characters are typically the bigger characters. The ones with a backstory that is juicy enough for its own book later down the road. Fate, just happens to be one of those characters also keep in mind he is in a male only pairing. So there will be what I like to call "Yaoi". You have been warned and I hope you enjoy the story so far.

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Three days, that's all that's left before the war begins again. Once again, Fate's going to be drawing his sword and fighting for Lord Alexander's cause. He was more than ready but there was a constant fear. The warm water of the shower, dripped down Fate's dark blue hair. The water running down bare chest and chiseled abs. His pale blue eyes started to reluctantly open and close. But everytime he closed his eyes. He would see images of him.

"We have to run," Fate rushed over to him. The man was dressed in a glowing pink robe with butterfly designs on it. His long blond hair reached his lower back. The tips of his hair were glowing pink. The man stood still even as Fate tried to move him. His glowing pink eyes were staring far off into the trees. Where Fate could feel a strong presence coming and quickly. He was overwhelmed with fear and knew if they didn't leave now they'd die. "Come on, don't make me beg, we have to go. It's too dangerous to stay here. You'll die." He could feel them getting closer, there wasn't much time left. "Fine," Fate drew his sword. "If you won't run then I'll fight alongside you. We'll die together."

"Fate, you mustant." He warned. "Don't throw your life away trying to protect me. This fight has been predetermined and as much as I tried to avoid it." He watched as the man's robe turned into a horde of butterflies surrounding him. The man stood there wearing a black tank and black jeans. He had two swords in his hands. The blades were made of this pink substance and had butterfly markings on them. "There are things I must protect and in order to protect those things. I must fight." The man shut his eyes. "But this is not your fight. So you must run and leave me to my fate or you will die. So I beg of you to run while you still have a chance."

"But Soren, I love you," Fate dropped to his knees. "I can't leave you to die. It goes against my nature. I swore to protect you and keep you safe. So if you won't run," He balled his hand into a fist. "Then," He rose to his feet. "We'll just die together," Fate held his sword with both hands. "But," He gripped the blade tightly. "I'm not leaving you."

"Then I guess you leave me no choice," Soren closed his eyes. The swarm of butterflies gathered around Fate creating a wall to push him back. Fate kept trying to fight them off but there were so many he could barely see what was going on.

"Soren, stop," Fate yelled. He kept trying to push the wall of butterflies back. They wouldn't budge. His feet were being pushed back. "Soren, don't make me do this, don't make me leave you." His feet skidded back further. "Soren, please," Fate begged. "I want to protect you. Please stop," He kept being pushed back and further and further until he reached the edge of a cliff. "I said," He paused. "Stop it," He yelled at the top of his lungs. Fate created a massive barrier to force all the butterflies back.

"Well, well, well," He watched as a woman with long black hair came out from the shadows of the trees. She was wearing a white frilled dress that was cut to reveal her right leg. She wore black leather thigh boots with heels. Right next to her collarbone was the marking of a"P" written in cursive. Her violet eyes were staring right at him. Once he caught a look of her inhuman eye color. Fate was overwhelmed by fear. His hands started to shake, he could barely hold his sword. -Who is she?- Why is he so afraid of her? This didn't make sense. Who is she? "What do we have here?" She shook her head at him. "Barriers?" She groaned. "That could be troublesome," She reached into a pouch on the left side of her leg. The pouch was hidden by her dress. "I'd better deal with it now," She held up three sharp senbon needles. "Better to kill you than to wait and suffer the consequences later. Wouldn't you agree?"