𓆩♡𓆪Bow Down, As We Fall Apart𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪And We All Fall Down𓆩♡𓆪

He would never bow to him. As he sneered, his eyes burning with fire. As he looked at the smaller person, his opposite, yet his equivalent. Dear idylls. He would never bow to those like him. He was a warrior by heart. The person was a scholar pretending to be a warrior. Their status was distinguishable as he was poor and this person was rich. He could have the world in his hand. if he wanted. Yet him? Barely could scrape up any meal, bare his fangs, and rip others for less. The other softly smiled mockingly.

"Bow down, Yibo."

"I don't bow down to the likes of you."

He pulled his spear from the ground and aimed it toward Yibo sweetly smiling at the male. Yibo bared his fangs at him once more.

"Yeah, I come alive, I'll survive take on anything.

So paint a target on my back, let me come for me

I don't fall, don't quit, don't ever sleep."

Prisanna never felt so alive! The adrenaline ran so deep in his veins. He doesn't know how long he has been fighting. It could be days or hours. He wouldn't know. Couldn't tell! But his target does not look tired. Everything he threw at him was not enough. Floating on his wheel of fire underneath his feet, he twirled his spear and struck at Yibo, multiple times. Prisanna hates how he is losing. Superior to him. He was better than him! How dare he! Heart pounding, sweat dripped from his chin. The large male dodged them with ease. His breath was ragged as he panted. Yibo was skilled in war and fighting, as he had to fight in his early days, scraping for food and clothing. This was nothing. He grabbed the smaller male by the wrist, twisting his arm behind his back as he leaned down to his ear.

"I'm a man. That doesn't fall. Don't quit. Never sleep. I survive through anything."

Then he tosses Prisanna to a nearby tree with a loud thud. Today was the first time the smaller male felt his first defeat.

"Cause I'm on another level that you'll never reach.

If you seek forgiveness

You'll get nothing from me"

Yibo stood over his creation and spread his arms out like he was ready to be embraced. As he watched his home, his town, the kingdom burning and devoured by a being. that could be as ancient as they. The voices whispered into his ear seductively on how to progress the land for the better. Wait. Something was wrong. As he held his head, the words warped his mind. He could feel his brain turning to mush. No this is not what he wanted! Is it? Hitting his head. over and over, the voice whispered sweet nothings in his ear, then those voices were taunting him, cradling his head.

"Yibo!"

That voice, he knows so well. Slowly looking at that person, there stood Prisanna. Tears trailing down his face as he held his spear at him. Covered in dirt and blood from the fallen. Yibo remembered him now. He could never forget him. His special fire. He opened his mouth to spill out his sorrow for him. Yet it was the opposite.

"Welcome to the honeymoon!" he laughed. As the ground shook underneath a large phantom snake appeared beneath him. Yibo cockily smiled. A dark shadow formed over his face. His eyes became cold and lifeless yet again. No more of those tormented warm eyes.

"This is where you fall apart, yeah this is where you break." he prayed, as if he were trying to say it like a martyr. Prisanna couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew. Those ruins! It was their fault! Tightening his spear, he swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn't want to at all. Because the light gleamed from his finger from the raging fire around them, making the choice even harder. He didn't have a choice.

"I gave my life, gave it everything!" he yelled as he charged after him. Yibo would give everything back to him. Tenfold. This is where everything will fall apart.

"Look into my eyes! We are not the same!"

They begin to clash with each other, and Prisanna is holding himself together. as each hit hurts him, while more tears threaten to spill out from his blazing deep red eyes. that are sparkling with anguish.

"If I seek forgiveness?"

"What?"

"If I seek forgiveness? Nothing. You'll get nothing from me."

"Keep running your mouth! I'm gonna call your bluff!" he joked, pretending to turn his horrible feelings into a joke. Yibo could tell he was lying.

"You will never know the price I pay!" the price he paid in those ruins! His senses came back to him. Yet another swallow of darkness wrapped around him yet again, pulling him deeper. and commanding the phantom snake to attack once more. Prisanna dodged. and struck.

"So I had this dream, it meant everything, I watched it come alive.

Then I let you in, underneath my skin, I learned to love the lies."

Prisanna battered up as his arm was in a sling, watching the pyre of his former master's body. burning. Those red eyes of his were dull and lifeless. as his life was falling apart. Everything he dreamt came alive. He was loved and happy, with family and friends—with him. Now, should he regret letting him in? Were those words lies? If so, he couldn't help himself but love those lies. Lies. after lies. They brought him comfort when he thought about him, dreaming.

Now he has nothing left.

"Now I lay awake and I contemplate have I become what I hate?

Can I take it back cause it's all I have? Will it get the best of me?"

Locked in his tomb as a golden statue watching and laughing at his mentor's death. He lay awake with his thoughts before the charm could kick in. Five seconds left. He became what he hated. Someone that wasn't him. He would never do those things. Destroy his home. His love. His life. Yes, his life was now glamorous or perfect like others. His head begins to throb.

Three seconds. If he had the power? He would take it back. And never let those vile beings get the best of him. No. He would never let them. As his eyes slowly droop down. As his slumber was slowly taken over.

One second. He doesn't deserve that forgiveness. It was stupid in the first place.

"Have you ever had a dream? Would you fight for it?

Would you go to war? Would you die for it?

So now I'll take my stand, now I'll make you see"

As everything crumbled around him, Prisanna was holding something in his arms. Sitting up he caressed something that had long brown hair. He ran his small hands through the hair, a trail of blood from the corner of his lips. Coughing, he fought for it. and won, at a huge cost. Not for him, but for his kingdom. Holding the mysterious item close to him. as the rocks fell around him, he made his stand.

His last stand.