Always Be Forever

Chapter 24: Mulan

1100, BCE, September 15

"Mulan!"

I heard Bellafonte yell out from the dungeon, and I had put my housecoat on and followed her right away without thinking of putting any clothes on underneath. Running out of the room, and down to the dungeon, Bellafonte had ran back up to me as I had got past the chamber that Alex was sleeping in. "What's going on?" I had asked her, putting my hands on her shoulders and trying to get her to calm down. "It's Patrick," she had let out. "What about Patrick?" I had asked. "He's gone," she told me before I ran down to see his jail cell open and a piece of paper left on what was his bed. "He left this," Bellafonte had told me, grabbing the paper. "What does it say?" I had asked. I needed to know what it said so I know what I need to take care of. "It says, 'I'm coming after you'", Bellafonte had read out-loud. I should've known that this day was going to come. "We're not safe," I had told her before walking back up to the throne room. "Please don't tell me you're going to fight him," Bellafonte had told me with a worried tone in her voice. "I have no choice. He's threatened you. I am not going to rest until he is finally dead. I hate that guy," I had told her. I've been meaning to tell her that, but he's gone too far this time. "Get Alex and Ben home," I had told her before she went off to get Alex and Ben from their chambers. I headed back to the chambers I had just come from. Grabbing my gear and fighting clothes, I take off my housecoat and put my underwear back on. Putting my fighting clothes on, I feel Bellafonte's arms around my body. "Is it really necessary?" She had asked as she turned around. "I'm doing this for you," I had told her before I had undone her housecoat and dropped it to reveal her nakedness in front of me. She leaned in and we kissed as I had touched her boobs one final time before heading off. It was well into the night, and it was hard to track down Patrick. Looking up at the stars shining in the sky, I let them guide me towards the village. Up ahead I hear a clatter of fruits fall on the ground. It was Patrick, and he's running away. If he threatened Bellafonte, why would he be running away? That doesn't make any sense.

Silently running up to him as I pull my sword out of its sheath, I tackle him to the ground and turn him around. "Erica," I had commented, when I realized that it wasn't Patrick. "If you're looking for Patrick he's gone off to get his weapons. I was told that Bellafonte would normally send you," she had commented. "Did you set him free?" I had asked her, with my sword pressed against her neck. There was no answer. "I had thought you were Patrick," I had commented. "Yeah I could tell. Is the sword necessary?" She had asked me. I guess it isn't. Putting the sword back in its sheath, I stand up and help her up. "I wouldn't kill you. I don't kill family," Erica had told me while fixing her cape. "Same for me," I had told her. "But what were you doing with Patrick?" I had asked her. "I don't want to go into it," she had told me. "When is he coming back?" I asked her, looking down at the ground. "In the morning. Get ready to attack soon. Moon is almost setting, so get some sleep, I'll wake you up when he's here," she had told me. "Why are you helping me?" I had asked her, cause this is not like her. "I want him gone just as much as you do. So I had to plant the note to make you go after him. Just pretend you don't know I'm involved in this," she had told me. Still quite a little surprised that she's helping me out with this, I hid behind the cart that I had hid behind before without thinking. Closing my eyes, I think about Bellafonte. I think about the life that we had together and how it had all gone down in flames because of Patrick. Patrick did more than just try to destroy Bellafonte; he tried to destroy me. The only thing that was keeping me going after Patrick was: you hurt my wife, you hurt my life. Closing my eyes, I see Bellafonte just how she always is: naked and in bed beside me. Oh how I wanted to be there and in person. She's so beautiful, that she's worth so much more than Patrick deserves in a wife. I can't believe that she once thought that he was the one.

I still remember when Bellafonte and I had first met. I was the rather stupid one in this case. It was after I was thinking about how my family had died, and how I wasn't paying attention to the candles hitting the curtains in each of the bedrooms. I was the only survivor from that. The last thing that I remember, and it's still in my brain, is the picture of the house burning to the ground. My family did not survive. I had gone on to fighting as a soldier, and Bellafonte had come by to practice her skills one day. When I had noticed that she was even better than me, I had stupidly hid in a bush as she was talking to the general and they were walking towards my tent. I remember I had noticed her shirt outlining her boobs and I really wanted to touch them. I wanted to touch them so badly that my dick was then hard. It was after the general had walked away that I had popped my head back up and introduced myself to her. I still laugh at myself from doing that, but if I didn't I wouldn't have met her. Oh how I love her. If I had known earlier in my life that I was going to meet her, I wouldn't have married my first wife. But things happen in order for people to meet. That's how I had met Bellafonte.

"Mulan!" I heard Erica exclaim, snapping her fingers above my head trying to wake me up. Her hair was dangling above my face, and when I had woken up I had noticed her blonde hair with her red strike and her glasses almost falling off her nose. "Get up, he's almost here," Erica had told me as I had tried to get up on my feet. "Here's some water," she had told me as she had passed me a jug of water, and I drank the whole thing. My throat was so parched that I never drank anything last night after dinner. The only other thing that had helped me was Bellafonte's pussy; yet I think I needed more of it in order to really help me. Even thinking about it I remember the taste of it, and I put the jug down as my dick gets hard and I have an erection right there in front of Erica. "Mulan?" She had let out, looking down to notice that she had seen it. "Oh, sorry," I had let out before realizing that she was looking at my dick through my clothes. It was hard to not think about Bellafonte, because when I first think of her, I think of her naked. No Mulan, no dirty thoughts. This erection needs to go away. Think about Patrick. Think about how he needs to die for what he's done. That's it Mulan, the erection is going away. "He's going to be here soon," Erica had told me after the erection went away. "You didn't see me," she had told me before she had put up the hood of her cape and flew off with her bow and arrow in hand. I watched Patrick run into the village going after me, while pulling his sword out of its sheath at the same time. Pulling my sword out as he comes out at me, I swing my sword above his head. I missed it. Shit. I turn around and kick him back, and he hits a brick wall. His back is now bruised, just what I was going for. He comes after me, and throws me against the other brick wall that is across from where he is. Trying to get through the pain, I stand up and walk over to him with my sword in hand. "This is what you deserve," I had told him before I kicked him in the ribs, and he grabbed his side and leaned over in pain.

As he screamed out in pain, some type of magic had come out at me and I was flown across to the other wall, where my body had came in contact with the bricks. Landing on the ground, I had lost grip of my sword, and I couldn't feel my hands anymore. It was then that I couldn't feel my legs, and my vision was starting to go blurry. The last thing that I had heard before my vision went was Bellafonte yelling out, "Stop the fighting!"