THE WAR PRINCE

Flames of destruction

Gulf's POV

The night air clung to me like a shroud as I darted through the narrow alleyways of Midhila, the once-glorious kingdom now reduced to a chaotic symphony of destruction. Embers danced in the air, casting eerie shadows upon the crumbling walls. Every footfall echoed the demise of my home, and with each step, the weight of impending doom pressed harder on my chest.

My breaths were labored, matching the rapid beat of my heart, a drum heralding the collapse of Midhila. I stole glances over my shoulder, catching glimpses of Mew's army advancing, a relentless force determined to snuff out the last ember of resistance. The once-proud city gates, now battered and splintered, offered little solace as I pushed myself forward, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of disbelief and despair.

As I navigated the labyrinthine alleys, a disconcerting revelation seized my mind like a vice – betrayal. My stepsister, once a confidante, had conspired with Mew Suppasit, the very king of Ayodhyan Empire leading the onslaught against Midhila. I struggled to reconcile this unimaginable betrayal with the memories of shared laughter and familial bonds. Was it power that corrupted her, or had the tendrils of treachery always lurked beneath the surface?

The truth unfolded like a malevolent tapestry in my mind. My stepsister's allegiance to Mew was not born out of political strategy alone; it was a sinister plot to end me. I, the prince of Midhila, was the target of a conspiracy hatched within the very walls that had cradled my childhood dreams.

The knowledge of this treachery fueled the desperation of my escape. It wasn't merely Mew's army that pursued me; it was the betrayal of kin, the knife twisted in the wound by those I had called family. The palace, a once-impregnable fortress, now loomed in the distance, its towering spires silhouetted against the flames that devoured Midhila.

My breath caught as I stumbled upon a hidden passage, a forgotten route known only to a select few. The shadows offered me temporary sanctuary as I traversed secret tunnels that echoed with the whispers of a bygone era. The clandestine escape was both a physical and metaphorical descent, a descent into the unknown fueled by the urgency of survival.

As I emerged on the outskirts of Midhila, the devastation stretched before me like a canvas painted with the hues of despair. Mew's army, a formidable force driven by the thirst for conquest, had breached the heart of my homeland. I, the hunted prince, became a fugitive in the very land I had sworn to protect.

The moon cast its pale glow upon the landscape as I sought refuge in the dense forest beyond Midhila's borders. Each rustle of leaves seemed to mock my predicament, the wilderness a harsh reminder of the unforgiving world beyond the crumbling walls. Yet, amid the suffocating fear and the ache of betrayal, a seed of determination sprouted within me.

I would elude Mew's grasp, survive the conspiracy that sought to extinguish my existence, and emerge from the shadows to reclaim Midhila. The embers of hope flickered, and with every heartbeat, I vowed to defy the fate that seemed inexorably entwined with the ruins of my home. The journey ahead was uncertain, but in the darkness of that fateful night, the prince of Midhila embraced the shadows, driven by the flame of resilience that refused to be extinguished.

A shadow  appeared in front of me, crumbling all my faith .... Is this the the end of Midhila ?