𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐗𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄, 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒
Aelxys Blackblade a boy made King of all seas, known as the pirate of waves and thief of triarchy. Born to a Kingdom that was missed and not Conquered by King...
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【 warnings: mentions of blood and death 】
𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, from one moment you are destined for greatness and victory. Then the next your greatness ends tarnished by the blood of those whom were sacrificed, your victory was in the loss of others. One would be foreseen as living past and to achieve their success by earning names, that one day would either fall down in history, or be forgotten with time. The dreams and vision of the life of one, could be changed quickly with the decisions that are made during their path of life. The fates were cunning and vile, they cared not for how one lived or one died.
Their victory was receiving souls to their realm.
War and battle. The very thing that caused the change of many destinies and fates. Some fight through the blood of their enemies and the outcome is victory. But others have their blood embedded to the ground that soils the life around them, the end of their life.
The cries of the fallen, the enraged roars of the living.
That is what war and battle caused. Two sides that had its faults and its determinations, different beliefs and dire actions that had soon met their consequences.
Or, that is how Aslan Blackblade had though the meaning of it.
A boy nearly grown, age now ten and seven. Instead of celebrating his name-day with his family, and those he called friends, he had celebrated by laying on this bed that would sooner or late be a result to his demise. His consciousness had returned, but he has still yet to find mobility in his body. It seemed that his mind and body have yet to find the bond they once shared, a result of his injuries moons prior. Heavy breaths would leave his body, unbalanced, some deep that would cut in between the groans and pained whimpers. Seemingly resembled a choked noise, each time he breathed.
Aware of the voices of his sister and his friend around him, and in occasion the voice of Daemon Targaryen. From what he could remember, the rogue prince would inform him of the events regarding Aelxys. A married man and soon father. Aslan knew his brother would be the best father in all of the realms, he knew this just by how Aelxys treated their siblings. Protective as a father would be, he taught things a father would, and he fought for them.
He could only hope that his mind and body bonded together once again, he longed to return to the battle, for the sooner it would be done the sooner he could return home, and leave the wretched kingdom that he wished to never return to. A mistake he had made by joining the rogue prince's side, even more when Kyra and Kyran were involved as well.
