Fallen Kingdom || •MYG + KSJ• ✔️

For I Am With You

Yoongi dug his long nails into his palms, his cloak brushing back while he stared at the sight before him. Horses with men donning glimmering armor riding on top of them. It was like Yoongi was watching an execution. In his mind's eye, he saw flames. He smelled smoke. It clogged his nostrils despite it not truly being there, and he bit back his sobs. Yoongi fell to his knees before he realized he was stumbling at all, and his hands hit the ground with a 'clunk'.

Shadowcrest was under attack, and it seemed as though they were outnumbered. Maybe not outmatched, but outnumbered enough that even Hoseok's skills likely wouldn't be enough. But what could be done? Taehyung was in there. Jin was in there. The people Yoongi cared about were there. The first people Yoongi had met in over a year now...

The memories of his past whacked him until he felt himself coughing. It was like he was coughing out the smoke. Or in this case, coughing out the remains of his past. He gripped the gravel in front of him and pushed off, hopping to his feet and rushing out of the cave without a second of hesitation. Jin and Taehyung needed him. The people of Shadowcrest needed him. The Golden Isles no longer existed, but Jin and Taehyung did. His two friends. Best friends. Maybe even family.

Yoongi sprinted until his cloak almost blew off, and he had to hold it in place for the rest of his journey. He entered the kingdom in time to see swords flying around, armor dented, helmets thrown off. Yoongi took it all in, his arms splayed out by his sides, covering his eyes as if on instinct. However, he lowered them after he saw a knight charging him. Not from Shadowcrest, this armor wasn't the same shade. It was dented and covered in carmine, but Yoongi knew it wasn't Shadowcrest. It couldn't be. Shadowcrest wouldn't attack an innocent bystander.

But little did they know, Yoongi was far from innocent when it came to war.

The knight, despite being armed and charging, stood no chance against Yoongi. He dodged with ease and kicked the back of the knight's knees, sending him flying to the ground. Knowing he had no time to waste, Yoongi didn't finish him off. He needed to find Hoseok, Taehyung, and/or Jin. So that was what he did. He searched for the inner circle members he knew. Hell, at that point he'd take Jungkook too. Regardless, he ran until his legs felt like they were peeling off.

More knights surrounded him, but both sides seemed more occupied with each other rather than any commoners weaving by. Yoongi took that to his advantage and slipped behind the homes, hiding as best he could and scouting for any familiar faces. Right when he was about to give up, he saw the face of Jung Hoseok. The man's helmet was shattered, and he was in combat with a woman who was handling her sword with such grace, Yoongi thought it was surreal.

Still, there was no time to waste. He went to the battlefield and stormed in, his cloak soaring behind him. And that was when he spotted two figures. One was Jin, another was injured and panting by Jin's side. The injured man was kneeling while gripping his shoulder, and Jin was fighting a king. Only, seconds later, the sword was knocked out of Jin's hand, and Yoongi ran, his adrenaline spiking to an all time high.

He came in time for the enemy to point Jin's own sword back at him, and Yoongi nearly froze. "You will never be a king. Not to yourself, not to your friends, and certainly not to your people," he said, Yoongi's vision blurring. Fury blinded him, the wrath creeping up his flesh until it overtook his senses. His tongue wished to spew a million unique curses, but his body moved before his mind did. He made one move, and he dove into the opposing force.

Yoongi's air got knocked from him, and he gasped as they hit the ground. Yoongi grunted and stood, taking Jin's sword and pointing it at the man below him, who was staring as if he was caught doing the worst crime imaginable. His skin was going pale, the blood on his face the darkest shade on his body. Yoongi panted and found himself smirking, the battle making him a mixture of giddy and livid.