A TALE OF A THOUSAND YEARS

Hate

"Hate hate hate" whispered the forest.

Hate was Arthur's weapon, he wielded it to perfection, it was hate that made him hold on for a thousand years. hate is like fuel to his rage and that said rage is bubbling up to the surface.

"iustus!!" the wind lifted the boy throwing him back into the well. hate fuel his rage and his rage fuel his powers or what is left of it. he lifted up his right hand and made a fist, he trapped the wind, squeezing his fist tightly, he could hear the rustling of the forest. the boy is dangling in the air above the well, he knew if he opens his fist the boy would fall but if he kept his fist closed the boy won't be able to breathe because the air in the forest is trapped. he had no other choice than to approach the well. he swore never to come near the bloody thing, his prison, but here he was trying to save a boy who meant nothing to him or did he mean something.

Arthur took a step and then another before he knew it he was running at full speed, he reached the well, using his left hand, he took hold of the boy's shirt and yanked him to the ground, the boy gasp for air. he quickly opened his fist. the wind blew furiously, the trees rustle violently.

"oh quiet down" he said to the forest as he knelt beside the boy.

"it is really you" the boy said as he reach out his hand to touch Arthur's face. before he could touch the king his hand fell back down as he lost consciousness.

"what was that?!!!" yelled Arthur to the forest

"what was what?" asked a million voices in a whisper

"you almost killed him" he glared at the forest, tall trees and branches

"we do not kill" said the wind

"we save" said the trees

"and who are you saving by pulling such stunt?"

"you. your royal majesty" said the forest

"do you want to know?" asked  the trees

"the things we have seen" said the wind

"the things we have heard" said the trees

"the things we have felt" said the forest

"I have told you. NO!." yelled Arthur

"hate hate hate" whispered a million voices

"you can't change fate"

"you can't run from it"

"history will repeat itself"

"SHUT UP" Arthur roared " you forget who I am. I am the great dragon, the last of my kind, king of Rutagon, I do not wish to hear your prophecies, I do not wish to know what you've seen, heard or felt. we lost whatever connection we had the moment you chose to leave me to rot in that bloody well"

"we couldn't interfer with fate your majesty" whispered a million voices

"then don't interfere now. I make my own path, I forge my own fate"

"to walk in the path the queen has walked?" asked the forest

"you mock me" roared Arthur in anger

"the heavenly fire is upon you, you must go now" said the trees as they rustle in the wind. Arthur picked up the unconscious boy, he took a few steps and stopped

"I will not walk the path soaked with the blood of those who don't deserve it. the path I walk will be soaked with the blood of all who deserve it"

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Justina hated waiting, she hated the uncertainty that comes with waiting.

"he is taking too long, we need to do something" said Red. Elliott squeeze her hand to offer comfort

it's been an hour of waiting, a very nerve wrecking, soul crushing hour. nothing has happened, the younger twin and the king of Rutagon kept burning

"I didn't think a day would come when I will agree with Red but she is right, it's been too long" Justina said as she stood up and starts pacing

"there is nothing to be done, we can't reach them in the flame" the warlock said calmly. Justina could hear the uncertainty in his voice. if the high warlock of wherever, Mr all calm and soothing voice is uncertain then who is she not to be scared.

"maybe you can try the twin connection thing" said Lilith

"it's too dangerous, we don't know where they are, it could affect the king as well" said the warlock as he glared at the feets pacing the floor

"trust you to bring an idea that would harm the king" glared Red

"I don't see you bringing any ideas" Lilith glared back

"ladies, please" said Ryan with an eye roll

"will you stop pacing" said Wasim with irritation "please" he calmly added.

"sorry" whispered Justina

"something is wrong" said Elliott. the only one who has been watching the burning men. the warlock stared at the king, his already pale skin paler as the fire sizzled away.

"he is out of time, the fire is burning away his impurities"  the warlock frowned

"we sh....."

"Arthur!!!!" yelled Justin as he bolted upright, the upper half of his body rising from the table. the fire extinguished itself. Arthur fell to the ground with a tug. Justin jumped down from the dinning table and fell on his knees, he wrapped Arthur in his arms whispering "my dragon". everyone stood by watching in confusion wondering what happened in the space of one hour in their fire enclosure. Red made an attempt to go to her king but Elliott held her back, silencing her protest with a shake of head.