Knightshade Forgotten.

Abused

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little short! I've been too busy to give out more detail than normal.

Knightshades, I've heard that once before, maybe around half a year ago? All I could recall about the name was that they were invading nonstop across the country, always attacking whoever dared to offend them.

They greeted the false king and started speaking to him in a language I've never heard of before, maybe it was exclusive to only them? The one called "Plythus" was an old fellow with a snow white beard, He was wearing a kind of horned crown and heavy armor with the symbol on it. He was the first to address the false king.

The Knightshades were something different entirely, the younger of them was wearing a leather armor, hunting hood, and a quiver on his back, maybe he was a ranger? The other was, well, wearing a red samurai like armor and looked uncomfortable in being here. Suddenly the king turned to me "Boy, how about you head back downstairs? We will have one of your...appointments later"

I nodded and felt my stomach churn, "appointments" he called them, I called them torture. All he does is take random tools and tortures me in front of a crowd. I was led into a theater room and shackled to a chair.

It was hours before the torturer walked in, he was the only one who felt sorry for me in this godforsaken place. "I have orders to bring you as close to death as possible this time, do you at least want it over with?" I looked at him with pleading eyes "Please, whatever knocks me out first." He nodded and laid out his tools on a table "Those visitors, are they watching?" The torturer reluctantly nodded "Only one of them." I took a shaky sigh "Let's hope he doesn't have a weak stomach"

The curtain rose slowly and I could see a crowd covered in masks and hungry looks. "Let's see how this traitorous child reacts to living death!" I could hear someone yell.

Hours later

I laid on the cold stone floor, heavily breathing and covered in bandages, even over my left eye. The visitor had watched the first half of the immense pain, as soon as a needle hovered over my left eye he turned away. I don't blame him, I never blame those who turn away. I could feel my eyes burning from the lack of moisture in them.

I wasn't even allowed to cry in there, it would make them hurt me even more. I could feel my intestines trying to leave my stomach. "Okay, let's see if I can do this." I told myself I held a hand over my abdomen and let any warmth in my body flow to my hand. I could feel my wounds slowly close and my insides feel constricted.

I could only fall into the comfort of sleep, dreamless sleep as usual.

I awoke to being shoved upstairs into that pervert of a king's chamber. "Well, I never expected a weakling like you to become his host. Now, where is the boy? The one that was here yesterday?" I stood there confused, what boy? The only child here was me.

The king's guard grabbed my arm and slammed it to the table "Hold still and it won't hurt as much." he whispered in my ear "I'm on your side."

The Imposter grabbed a brand and held it over the back of my hand. "I will ask one more time, where did the Knightshade child go?" I replied with a single sentence "I've had enough with you." I don't know what came over me, I shook off the guard's hand, wrestled his dagger from him and drove it into the villain's neck "To the Abyss with you!" I yelled. I could feel a burning on my hand, and then release. I could see the blood seep through my ragged tunic and soak me.

I gasped and crawled away and started breathing heavily, dropping the dagger and running for the door, I'm going to be free, after so long.