[ShadowxReader] - Into the Kingdom's carnage

~ Chapter 1: Carnage & War ~

P.S: The picture's not mine but it's kind of what he looks like and I'm sorry but this chapter is like the most longer one of this book, so please... Read and vote😣 Hope yall will like the story, it was a request from mariliahelena2000 🖤❤️🖤

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I was there, brushing the back of a horse in a box.

Y/N: You're going to be perfect looking for your next rider. Here you go. Maybe...

About to take its mane in my hands, someone stopped me in my action.

Karim: Y/N, don't you dare touch his mane to make a braid with it. Don't you even dare.

I made a pouting face to my brother looking at me from the door. Last time I did this it ended up being one of the horses of one of King Arthur's royal subject. I sighted and poured new water into the water-compartment. I got out and the horse came closer to me. I pat its head while I was thinking about him again. My brother Karim and I, along with our father, were the ones to take care of the department B in the royal stables. Knowing there was four of them in total, department A was the one for the King Arthur and his main knights of the Round Table: Sir Lancelot, Sir Percival and Sir Gawain. Department B wasn't a bad position to be in but it was my dream to get to the first one where the Sir Lancelot was. Sir Lancelot... This brave and fearless but beautiful dark looking hedgehog. His voice waking up dangerous feelings in many girls, he was mostly silent but his glare could cut you in half. A crimson rubies shade in them, they were the only one in the castle to have this beautiful colour. While I was day-dreaming in the alley, a sudden scream then a lot of shouting was heard outside.

Y/N: Hey! What's happening?!

I heard my brother who began to yell too.

Karim: Y/N, ring the bell, we are being attacked! Someone's trying to take over the kingdom!

Understanding the emergency here, I ran to the centre of the stale and began to ring the bell frenetically. Out of nowhere, two individuals came from two opposite alleys and went in front of me to block the way. A frightened face I made and I began to back away while they got closer to me, grinning suspiciously. My back against a loose box, I waited for them to come a little closer and then... A pitch fork was in my hand and I cut a rope connected to the ceiling which made a bag of horse food felt onto the head of the first guy. With the stick of my "weapon", I knocked out the second one. I heard my brother yelling again and I went to find him.

Karim: Let! That! Go! You dirty thief!

I helped him out with the guy trying to steal some material, pitchfork in hands. The intruder onto the ground, I went outside after my brother told me he would be fine. Knowing the risks of being exposed, I still kept the same direction. A disastrous carnage was waiting for me outside. People fighting, groans of death, swords cutting flesh of villagers or intruders and screams. All of that mix with some sudden smoke from spots of fires here and there and flames could be seen into the houses. People were fighting and I was there trying to not remember how I lost my mother back when I was ten, in another war. A scream was on my right and I turned around quickly to block the attack. Face to face with one of the assailants, I could see the need of destruction filling his eyes. Gathering up my courage, I spun on myself and kicked him hard in the side. Looking around, I began to run between people. If I was seeing one of the villagers in a bad position, I would give my help but my main intention was to reach the centre of the castle. I knew that the King must needed good help. In my race, my ears peaked up at the groan of a loud and deep voice. Turning in that direction, I saw him. In his armour, his humongous sword with his elegant but strong movements that he was controlling. He was in a dual with five of the intruders, circling him. He groan again while he gave multiple huge hits and I couldn't help but stare at his shiny armour, the soft glow of the sweat covering his dark fur, his lips separating themselves to let out those... Sounds of effort he made, which made his teeth show up. Even those sharp teeth were making me feel...