Darak 6- The Queen's Reign (Smoke and Flame Part 2)

CHAPTER 4

Two guards swinging swords came charging at him. They yelled loudly, their hair bouncing, their armor clanked.

Lowering his head, Darak waited until the man on the right was close-he ran straight into the minotaur's horn and died as soon as the spike-like tip caved in through his chest.

Darak had barely anytime to yank his head back up, for the man on the left swung and hit Darak's ankle. He yelled in pain and with two hands, lifted the man off the ground by his head and squeezed. The guard yelled as he felt his entire body lift from the ground, and he was staring into Darak's face. The man's head popped like a melon, caking the minotaur in dark red blood and brain.

Three women joined the fight, swinging maces and striking the furry creature.

In midair, Darak caught the maces and yanked them from the warrior's hands. With one mace in each hand, he swung them and struck the two women simultaneously in the throat. Blood flew from large gashes.

More men and women ran, Darak swung his maces left and right, sweating and grunting. Blood painted the walls and floor as knights fell.

Some had limbs sliced clean off, some had eye injuries and some fainted from sheer fright.

When all twelve men and women were dead, Darak was wheezing.

He sat away from the pile of bloody, battered bodies. He would've loved a drink of ice-cold beer or water.

His brown color could barely be made out. His body was drenched in gore and red fluid.

He didn't quite love the feeling-but it came with the territory of self-preservation. Fighting wasn't what he loved, but sometimes he had no choice.

Darak hoped the last door in this hallway would lead to a way out.

He jiggled the doorhandle and let out an irritated sigh. He was in no mood for anything slowing him down. He wanted to be home with his hooves up.

Using his shoulder, he ran through the door, breaking it off its hinges on impact.

The room had multiple windows, sunlight gleamed onto the floor.

A large desk covered in parchment paper sat and standing at the end of this long table, was queen Adina.

Fire coated her hands, she smiled at the beast.

"You've had quite a day, Darak." She walked up to him, her movements overly confident. "My. You are amazing. I can see why my brother loved you so much."

Darak snorted, lowered his head, and ran for the woman in the pretty dress.

Stretching her arms out, lines of fire erupted from her palms and the minotaur was sent crashing to the floor with a painful groan.

The floor felt cold and hard on Darak's body, for the floor was made of marble. Everything in his body ached, feeling spots of searing heat on his flesh.

Adina smiled. Walking to the minotaur, she looked down upon him. "Now let's see. I don't want to kill you. How would you like to be at my gladiator games? Imagine the coin you'd receive. Imagine the fame! Everyone would love you. Like my brother did." She knelt to the injured beast.

Through the pain, Darak spoke. His voice is tired and hoarse. "You...killed...boyfriend." He took a deep breath. Looking up at the queen with all the hatred and anger he could muster. The memory of his boyfriend came flooding back. The food he cooked, the love he gave. Kyiv deserved so much more then to be merely forgotten.

Adina rubbed Darak's cheek. Her touch was cold and evil. He could tell evil pumped from her heart and into her veins. "You need to forget him, Darak. He was weak minded. Stupid even. You though? You're wise, big, and strong."

The slicing of flesh caused Darak to sit up.

He saw a metal blade enter from the back of Adina's back.

Sona stood behind her, clutching her sword with two hands. Blood dripped from the wound. Adina faced her new attacker, the sword was now lodged into her back. Her eyes turned black.

"Don't you ever touch my boyfriend." Sona spoke harshly.

Adina was then kicked in the face by Sona's boot. The kick sent the witch to the floor.

Adina's nose dripped blood.

Darak stood by Sona, still aching but feeling much better. Like getting over a horrible illness. It seemed the more Adina was in pain, the less her spell worked on him.

He took one of his hoofed feet and smashed Adina's face. Her head exploded, spraying gore and blood onto the white floor.

"Bitch." Darak spoke down to the carcass.

Lying in bed, Sona did not let Darak move a muscle. He sipped on a large mug of hot herbal tea.

Sona lied by his side. Both nude and emanating warmth and comfort.

"I know you never wanted to kill her. You wished to move on with your life. I'm sorry you had to go through seeing her again." Sona rested her head on Darak's large shoulder.

"You save me. Thank you." He nodded sipping the tea.

He spoke simply, but Sona knew he was thinking much deeper thoughts as he fell to sleep. Hoping to somewhat forget the violence endured on that day.

END.