Destiny

The darkness of magic slowly made its way, destroying the castle. The thick, dark magic poisoned the floors and the walls, crawling closer and closer to the prince as he ran to the throne room. He opens the doors, and what he sees horrifies him. The prince cries out with all the air left in his lungs:

"NOOOOO"

"No, please no, Mom, I'm begging you, I need you."

Tears flow down his cheeks as he looks over to his father's body. The once strong and stubborn king, protector of the land, lays dead as the black magic grew from my heart, destroying his body. The prince looks down at his mother, the best queen to the people and so very kind and understanding. There she lies as the magic takes over her body too.

The prince slowly raised himself and turned to the giant black doors across from the thrones, where it seemed a blast of magic had hit. The prince walked past the giant mirror just to the left of the thrones, and he paused for a moment. Looking in the mirror, he examined himself up and down. He is hurt and determined to get revenge and be the protector of the kingdom that he was raised to be. He takes a moment to think back to his childhood when he would train with his sister.

"Come one, Mocoso. If you don't hurry, you won't get the good sword," Adelie yelled behind her shoulder as she ran toward the training grounds.

"Wait up, Lele, my legs are shorter than yours, and I told you not to call me brat!!!" He paused to pose like he saw his father do in the giant painting around the castle. "I'm gonna be THE GREAT KING MARCO"

"Not if you don't train and beat me in sword fighting," Adelie teased as she grabbed a sword and threw it around effortlessly. "Dream on, Moco. I'm gonna be the protector of the kingdom. I'm way stronger than you."

Marco admired his sister as he approached the swords. "But you aren't the protector mom and dad said I was-WOah" In the blink of an eye, he was thrown to the ground with the sword inches from his face. "You wish, little prince, beat me first and we'll see" She helps her brother up as they laugh and go to train, but the little prince couldn't see the pain on his sister's face. Her brown eyes so close to tearing up but blinking the tears away.

Now, looking back, he realizes his sister was hurting. She was a great sister, and he was so freaked out that less than an hour ago, a maid running past his room was yelling that the princess was missing and the queen and king were dying as black magic took over her body. He ran past and avoided the pool of dark magic he had never seen before as he approached the throne room. Now, back to the present, he runs through the kingdom to the armory and sees the magic breaking the kingdom slowly, all the paintings of past kings falling and being destroyed. He grabs the famous armor of his father and puts it on, which is still a bit large, but no matter; he is determined to save what is left of his kingdom. As Marco grabs his helmet, a note falls from it, a royal note sealed with the king's seal. He slowly picks the note up, and as he is about to read it a cry is heard from down the hall. In a rush Marco shoves the note into his shirt and puts on his helmet, arming himself with the royal sword he runs out towards the voice that won't stop. Getting closer to the voice, Marco realizes that it's coming from the giant doors that lead out into the village. As he turns the last corner, he is faced with those giant doors open outwards and broken as a body is there with a little girl crying and begging.

"No, please." Her small voice cries, and she looks up at the tall man.

Marco recognized this girl, no older than 10, she was one of the students at the fighting school he and his sister had attended. Little Lucy, the best and brightest this kingdom had, is now there she is holding her father in her arms.