A Game of Flags

Chapter Ten: The Pyre of Grandzam

𝗔s the Two Younglings confronted the King with Pride and Grim looks, Ferecorn had two things rushing through his head; confusion and fear, two swords pointed at his neck, and his head, also confused how folk like them made it in here.
"Your city is burning," said Perrin, "call the war off!"
The Sounds of Exploding Warfare emerged across the city, as fire lit out of buildings; in a view it would look destroyed.
The Dining Hall Shook, as rocks fell down to the ground, Perrin glanced at it before he turned back to the king. "Your City is crumbling to bits," he said. "Was this war a mistake afterall?"
"Killing me won't solve nothing!" said Ferecorn. "It isn't me - it is Kornus! Yes! Him! He is the bad one!"
"How is he bad when you're the one who instigated this?" asked Perrin, "you guys were on good terms for a few decades. What, did you hear about the Solidarity of the Flag organization and attempted to sabotage them by evening out the odds?"
Ferecorn was shook as Perrin quoted his entire plan, before bowing his head and nodding.
"Makes sense," said Perrin, as he turned the sword to the floor, "no wonder what Eli was talking about. Now i know."
He tilted his head towards the King. "Hey, i'm not done with you. Call off the war."
As Ferecorn reached for the radio, the doors bursted open; and there stood Rago, holding a broadsword that wasn't his, as his face was full of anger, he stared the Younglings down.

His beyond average height for a Youngling is what shook the two, he was atleast four inches taller; who knows why he was, but Rago ran and jumped on the table, as Gimitri jumped aswell, confronting him.
"Listen," said Gimitri, "i don't want to fight. Maybe we can negotiate this?"
"Yeah, we can," said Rago. "When you're on your knees!"
Rago swung his sword as Gimitri luckily blocked it, making him fall back and smash a glass bottle, Rago swung again a few times; as Gimitri blocked each shot, until eventually Rago punched Gimitri in the ribs, and kicked him in the torso; causing him to fall back, and roll off the table.
Rago stared at Perrin. "Step away from the King," he said. "Or your head will be on his wall!"
Perrin jumped onto the table, he was more suitable for Rago to fight as Perrin was a few inches taller than Gimitri. "I like to see you try," he said. "That Broadsword a bit big for you, don't you think?"
Rago ignored the insult, as they ran at eachother, but suddenly, someone grabbed Rago's leg; it was Gimitri! He had emerged from the darkness under the Table, as he grabbed a Glass Bottle and smashed it into Rago's face, causing him to be knocked out.
"Yeah!" said Gimitri. "That's what you get!"
Gimitri jumped back on the table, as Perrin approached the King once more, pointing the sword at his neck. "We have an agreement?" he asked.

The King nodded, as Rago growled, as suddenly Gimitri fell off the table with the back of his head bleeding, Rago stood up once more; his face bleeding everywhere and a broken glass in his hand.
He threw the Glass down, as he charged at Perrin, tackling him down, Perrin kicked Rago off and jumped on him, giving him repetitive punches.
"You should not have followed!" said Perrin. "You made things worse for yourself, especially for your face!"
Perrin was strangling him, as some of his fingers were trying to take Rago's eyes out, Rago had a firm look, his forehead went red quick, as he used all the strength he could; but it would not work.
Gimitri got up, as the King Ferecorn tried to make a run for it; but luckily Gimitri was up to the task and tackled him down, murmuring; "Call off the war, call off the war!"
"I wouldn't call the war off for nothing!" said Ferecorn, "Not in a million years!"
Ferecorn kicked Gimitri in the face a few times, but Gimitri did not let go; he had a firm grip on the King's legs, as he desperately tried to crawl away, but none worked; what was left in the silence was Ferecorn's groaning.
Unfortunately, for Perrin, Rago had the upper hand now, as he gave Perrin a good hook to the eye, causing Perrin to fall back, as Rago was now on top; giving him repetitive punches to the face.
Despite being punched, Perrin luckily had the vision to grab a Glass Bottle and smack Rago's face in it, it did not work the first time; but after trying and trying, it smashed, and Rago fell down once more.
Perrin coughed, as King Ferecorn could he heard groaning on the other side of the wall, as Perrin went to check what was going on.
Eventually, Gimitri let go, as he groaned in pain, but Perrin rushed over, as he took out his small blade and stabbed Ferecorn in the leg, causing him to groan out loud in pain.
"Agh! My leg!" said Ferecorn. "You pesty bastards! Swinging swords left and right and stabbing people! You know how many years you'll get in a rotten cell if you kill someone!"
Perrin took the Sword out and aimed it at his face again. "Not if i killed you," he said. "I would be praised for it, now call the war off! Or i'll break your face!"
Luckily for the Younglings, not to deal with the guilt of taking one's life, Ferecorn grabbed the radio and murmured into it; "King Ferecorn to Lieutenant Baron, call the war off; call for a truce."
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" said Baron.
"I said, call the war off NOW!" Ferecorn said in a louder tone, as he dropped the radio and relaxed on the ground. "Are you happy?" he asked.
Perrin slowly nodded, as he put the sword back into his sheath, as he helped Gimitri up. "Let's go," he told him. "Let's get back to the others, if we can."
And slowly, the two walked out of the Dining Hall, as a large portion of soldiers came in to aid the King, as he slowly murmured; "There are Younglings here, Younglings of Nazrule! They tried to kill me! Arrest them!"
"We will if we find them," said the Soldier, "but we have to get you to safety first." he turned to the others, "Hurry! Hurry!"

As the Soldiers rushed out with a injured Ferecorn, Perrin and Gimitri ran out of the Citadel and bolted down a few flight of stairs, surprisingly the troops of Nazrule were riding away, as they missed it.
The Two had dissapointed looks on their faces, as they had been left in Grandzam. "I suppose it's just you and me from now on," said Perrin, putting his hand on Gimitri's shoulder. "We shalt protect eachother."
"Until the end," said Gimitri.
"There they are!" shouted a Soldier. "Enemies of another land! Get them! Get them!"
The Two Younglings jumped down the flight of stairs and ran through the forest, before approaching a ferry as there was one boat laying there, the other side laid a huge series of forest, they had no other choice.
"Get on the boat! Gimitri, you first!" said Perrin, as Gimitri jumped onto the boat, getting it ready, as Perrin turned around and took out his small sword, causing the Soldiers to stop and move back.
"You take another step and that will be the last of you!" said Perrin. "Promise!"
Gimitri grabbed a Row Stick, as he started sailing, shouting: "Perrin! Jump in quick!"
Perrin nodded, as he ran to the edge and jumped in the boat just in time, as he grabbed another row stick and started rowing aswell, the Soldiers stared at them, not doing anything with their bows stuck onto their backs, as the Younglings on the boat rowed to the other side.
And then, as the boat stopped, Gimitri got off and jumped onto the grass, with Perrin behind; and together they walked into the dark forest.
And they never looked back.

The Story will continue in:

As Grandzam is in a time of healing, a warrior from a distant land comes to light; it is Cyprian! But he claims he is a prince, and he was kicked off his throne; but by whom?

Meanwhile the Nazrule and Donrule negotiate a tournament together; something they haven't done in centuries, this was a traditional event! Hopefully this could solve problems between the Two Nations! Or will it get worse...?

If you made it this far, congratulations, you get to have a special scene!

What appeared to be a Messenger had returned to a Small Village from the Eighth Floor, he had a letter in his hands, as he entered a house; a cook had been in the kitchen, as a long-haired man was sitting down on his couch.
"This is for uh, anonymous person?"
"That will be me," said the long-haired man, as he took the letter; with the messenger exiting the house, the man sat down and opened the letter up, as he slowly murmured the words.

𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑧𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑧𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒'𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠. 𝐴 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐿𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝐾𝑂𝑅𝑁𝑈𝑆 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢; 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡?

𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦,

𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑌𝑀𝑂𝑈𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸𝑅.

The Man crushed the paper with his bare hand, as he said: "I hate Donrule, i hate for what they did to me!"
He got up, as he said to himself. "Prince Cyprian shalt get revenge!"
And then he packed his things up, left the village without a word, and did not look back.
It was his honor to defeat Donrule.