Blood King

Chapter Thirty Nine

A.N: So before you guys start, let me apologize for how long it took to get this next chapter out. I had to deal with a tone of crap both on a personal level and emotional and I couldn't bring myself to write this next chapter no matter how hard I freaking tried and believe me I REALLY tried. But I knew I couldn't force myself to do it, so I would come and poke at it a little at a time and see how far I get, and well. Here I go big time, writes block really freaking sucks not going to lie, but hey on the bright side it gave me the chance to re-read some chapters, get my feelings into it again and hopefully (big emphasis on the hope part) I can keep this going while working on my Xenobalde Fan-fic and Rowena Roman.

I might come back to this chapter and fix some things but hey something is better then nothing right??

And with all that stuff said I hope you guys like the returning chapter of Blood King, so sorry for the wait...

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The day arrived.

That bloody day that Xavier wished was nothing more than a mere figment of his imagination was here. on the day of which was supposed to be a joyous occasion for Celina would be turning thirteen years of age today.

But instead of music and laughter and an atmosphere filled with joy, it was placed with the sound of a war march, those of the kingdom whispering to each other and the atmosphere was filled with dread and fear for what might hold in the future.

Xavier could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, full of anxiety and worry, not for himself, it was for his sister. He looked back to the castle balcony where he saw Celina watching him and his men march to where the battle would take place. She looked as if was going to cry, but she didn't, but her face showed her unhappiness. She didn't want him to leave but knew that he had to go. Luckily he knew that she would be safe, and not just with her two maids. He made sure that others would be there to look out for her while he was away.

He gave his sister the salute of their country, crossing his left hand over his chest before raising it towards the sun then lowered it gently towards her then bowing his head, and in turn she bowed her head back.

With that as his silent goodbye he turned his horse and then spoke aloud too many of them men that were with him, men that he knew would not return home once this horrid war was over. Whenever that end may be.

"My men, today we ride out to the boarders of Valdoria, to a place that was once our stronghold Ossay Tower. Some of you may recall this name, while for others this is the first you may have heard of it. It once belonged to my great grandfather King Isaac. Who had then shortly been betrayed by those of Labadire and a coup had taken place. Those who control the Tower we have been trying to regain it for the past one hundred years without success. And those who have seen it say that it has turned into something that can only be described as ugly. And I think I speak for us all when I say that no one can stand an ugly tower."

A few of the men actually snickered, which seemed to dispel the worry with some of the knights, though Xavier could tell that it would be back shortly with what else he had to say.

"I will not lie to you, some if not many of you will not return home. Death will come to knock at all of our doors while we fight this war. A war in which all of us dread but it is a war that shall be fought, by you and by I as well, and it is my greatest hope that we win. That we take back what was stolen from us from those who are no more than liars and thieves, we will show Labadire that we are not only strong but unwavering as well. We will fight and reclaim what was ours in the beginning, no matter who stands in our way."