Misbegotten world

Chapter 5: Death

The boy grabbed the small knife and, with a surge of desperate fury, stabbed the chieftain in the eye and throat. The father, seeing the imminent danger, swiftly tackled and disarmed one of the grey snow warriors who had accompanied the chieftain. He struck the warrior in the chest with his own axe, delivering a final, fatal blow to the neck.

Acting quickly, the father began to barricade the door and windows. Outside, the remaining thirteen grey snow warriors heard the screams of their chieftain and fallen comrade. The skirmish quickly escalated into a siege.

The son, overwhelmed by the violence, continued to stab the chieftain's lifeless body in a frenzy until his father pulled him away, trying to bring him back to his senses. It was the first time the boy had killed, and the reality of taking a life weighed heavily upon him. He started to burst in tears.

His father helped him regain his composure as he burst into tears, blood staining his hands and splattered across his body.

"This is real battle," his father said firmly.

"This is no practice or lesson. Everything I taught you will now come to life. Hold yourself together, son!"

His father grabbed the chieftain's forged longsword, a weapon he himself had crafted. He instructed and reminded his son how to wield it, as he had primarily taught them with the regular Sofian war sword. It was a crucial moment for father and son, both teetering on the brink of panic. The father calmed himself, and his son followed suit.

He handed the longsword to his son just as the men outside began their assault, trying to break in. Arrows, slings, and throwing axes flew through the window, forcing them to take cover. His father had taught him how to fight against uneven numbers, but not how to withstand a siege. Having participated in only a few siege battles himself, the father lacked the experience, but he remembered well what to do.

"Son, once they stop the skirmish they will rush in and try to break through the door. Watch out for the windows for me. If one manages to get inside do not hesitate to kill. Live my son." As his father says calmly.

After instructing his son on what to do, he took up the defense of the door himself. The Grey Snows kept hacking at it, pieces breaking away as blades and axes began to fit into the holes they made.

His son guarded the windows, hacking at the attackers and throwing whatever he could find to fend off the Grey Snows. One warrior tried to climb through the window, and the son struck from above with the longsword, landing a blow that split the warrior's head open.

The father watched his son kill, a scene that took him back to his own days as a young soldier trying to survive in battle. He remembered seeing a young comrade fight valiantly, only to take an arrow to the head and a spear to the neck. His ears rang with the echoes of past battles, and a dreadful sense of recall overwhelmed him. He stood there, paralyzed by the foreshadowing of his son's potential fate.

"Father..! ...Father... FATHER!!!" He returned to reality as the echoes of his sons screams grew larger.

"What do we do fa-" as he was about to ask his father in panic, an arrow got him from the neck. He fell to the ground unable to speak, bleeding fast from the wounds on his neck.

The father couldn't move. He saw his son take an arrow to the neck. His eyes bore deep shock as he see his son bleed to death, until a grey warrior successfully climbed through the window, the warrior stuck him from the head, splitting his sons head open.

He snapped and sprinted to the warrior that took his sons life and started butchering the warrior's head. He killed and killed until he could see no longer. While killing with rage matching the pain of the Blood Demigod, his eyes turned bright red flame.

Before he could turn into a blood apostle, a warrior cut his neck from behind ultimately beheading him. Before his death, he took down five grey snows with him before falling to his demise. Four lived to tell the tale.

The remaining four burned the house and sacked it with his jewels. The only valuable that was left behind was his ring of lordship that symbolizes his Knighthood.

They discarded it and left it behind. The bodies of the father and son were left behind. With his son hanging on a tree with his head split, blood dripping down from the ground. His father was burned.