Paint it Black [The Vampire Diaries]

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𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻

Seeing their brothers across the battle feild was not something that Ivar had ever wished to see. Going against them in battle, signing their deaths, but he had no choice. They waged war on him. HIM! How dare they! And all because of some stupid prophecy. "You have time to surrender!" He yells. Ivar looks at them in anger. So little faith in their youngest brother that they would go against him in battle. Go against him?

"Never!" Ubbe yells back. He was starting to feel a little nervous. He never realized how many men Ivar had in his army. For every one of their men, Ivar had at the very least two. Their men had trained for this very moment, he was sure they would win with few deaths.

"He's signing his people's death," Hvitserk said, looking at Ivar. "He must see that."

"This prophecy has only allowed him to see that I will always win-"

"Is winning more important? Can you not see the families that will lose their Father, Brother, and son? Can any of you see the faults of your actions?" At the last part Hvitserk yells, looking desperately down at their brothers who's heads held high, ignoring his desperate pleas of surrender.

"He's not wrong, Ubbe," Bjorn looks at him, "our men are outnumbered-"

"Do you wish for it to be our graves? Or our broken hearts?"

"Did you even think that doing this ensures that it is our graves and not theirs?" Bjorn asks, facing forward again. Ubbe ignores this, "Raise!" Their men raise their bows at the command. "Fire!" One by one each men release the arrows, repeating this until they have no more arrows.

"Down!" Hvitserk shouts, everyone ducking down at the oncoming arrows, raising their shields to protect them.

Ivar closes his eyes, arms bents at his sides, welcoming the arrows to hit him.