It Was You - Davos Blackwood x Aeron Bracken

Chapter 1 - Reminiscing

    The century-long feud finally came to a head at the Battle of Burning Mill. Davos had finally shown those Bracken cunts what a real fighter was. He couldn't even count how many Brackens he had slain. Winning the battle wasn't his only victory of the day, however. He had struck down the newly appointed Ser Aeron Bracken. Even now, while his own wounds were being tented to, he thought back to that very moment. 

    The rhythmic pounding of a war drum tore through the cries of Bracken and Blackwood soldiers alike. Davos pushed into the center of the chaos. eyes set on a certain long-haired Bracken. He slashed his way through the brown-clad men, whose once yellow tunics were stained with the vile liquids of war. Davos plunged his sword into the back of a brunette soldier. Blood splattered across the Blackwood's concentrated face. As he pulled his sword free of the man's ribcage, the boy, no older than he, gargled blood, spewing it into the air as a final attempt at a breath. Crimson rain coated the raven-haired Blackwood, a triumphant smirk graced his scarred mouth. His tongue grazed his teeth, lingering on his lips. The taste of blood satisfied him for a mere second. The slain boy fell back into him before sprawling out onto the ground. He reached out, grasping the blade of Davos' downturned blade. It tore quickly into his calloused palms. Blood cascaded onto his already oozing chest. Davos watched with a wicked curiosity. With what strength he had left in is oxygen-deprived body, he aimed the tip of the blade at his own throat. Blood bubbled out of his open mouth, pooling under his head. 

    "As you wish," the Blackwood set the blade into his throat, ripping it through the side, half-decapitating him. As quickly as it was done, it was over. He had easily, and for once in his life, mercifully snuffed out the Bracken's life. 

    Davos returned his attention back to the task at hand, Aeron Bracken. He roared, heaving his sword upward. He looked across the bodies that littered the battlefield, finding the puny so-called knight relatively close. They locked eyes, and with that he broke into a sprint. Aeron turned to run, but by the time he had begun to get momentum, the Blackwood was upon him. Davos threw his sword down, tackling Aeron to the ground. Aeron fell face first into the muck.

    "You craven bastard! Running from a fight you caused!" Davos sneered, shoving Aeron's face into the muddy mixture below. His body writhed under the Blackwood, pushing to get free. Davos withdrew just enough to flip Aeron over. The Bracken gasped, his eyes shooting open in time to see Davos' hand connect with his face. Blindly, he returned punches. One connected with the raven-haired boy's nose. It stunned Davos enough to stop him in his tracks. Aeron took his chance and slid out from under Davos and bolted. He gripped the pommel of his sword as he went, not to lose it. He weaved and dodged blows from Blackwoods all around him, headed towards the tree line. Davos shook his head, vision clearing, but nose still throbbing. He stood slowly, picking up his sword from its place on the ground.

    The Blackwood wasn't as graceful in his maneuvers as he took up chase. An unknown blade met his chest, ripping open his tunic. It sliced deep into his flesh. He pushed on, the same place swinging back around to meet his ankle. It fell short of completely severing it, instead it met his calf. It dug deep into the muscle. Davos stumbled, screaming in agony. His teeth gritted together so hard they threatened to break. His resolve was like no other, a normal person would crumble to the ground where he was struck, but not Davos Blackwood. Davos would fight till the very end. He left his attacker behind, more focused on the Bracken bitch, he had to be the one to kill him. He neared the edge of the forest he saw Aeron flee into, his leg buckling ever few steps. As he passed the tree line, what remained of the mill began to crumble, the rubble crushing onlookers below, engulfing them in flames. 

    He was deep into the forest now, leaving blood trailing in his wake. Leaves rustled behind him. He whirled around, face to face with the Bracken bitch. 

    "Die, Blackwood bitch!" Aeron had his sword drawn, lunging. Davos pulled his dagger, Aeron's blade missing. Davos plunged the dagger into the Bracken's stomach. The sword he was holding was dropped, and Aeron's breath hitched. The Blackwood pushed the blonde down, watching him writhe, fear in his eyes. The truth was, Aeron Bracken was scared to die. 

    "Dark blood, liver shot. Have fun bleeding out, cunt!" Davos slurred as if he was drunk, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. He spat on Aeron, turning. He drug his injured leg behind himself. "It truly is a shame; you would have made a beautiful whore if you were a maiden! I would have taken you as a spoil of war!" Davos yelled back, taking one last glance at the Bracken boy.

    Aeron laid limp in a pool of a mixture of his own, and Davos' blood. Davos couldn't make out what the bitch said to him. His vision blurred, ears rung, and then he felt himself falling forward. He hit the ground hard, losing consciousness.