Please Don't Cry; Third Book in the Sky Army's Defeat Series

Chapter Eight

Sky had been on his journey for two days when he ran into a village. The villagers were welcoming of him, immediately recognizing that he was their king, and housed him in one of their inns. At this point it was about midnight and the king was just dozing off when he heard a crash outside his room.

He shot up in the comfortable bed, adrenaline making his mind become alert and ready to react. Slowly the king's fingers grasped his golden sword, which glistened with magic in the low light, and he made his way to his door.

No sound came from the other end, and the light that came from under the door quickly went out. Sky's gloved hand reached for the door knob as he watched for shadows under the door, before stopping as he heard a creaking sound just outside the door.

Step by step he slowly moved out of the door's range. He didn't want whoever was out there to know he was awake. Sky's brown eyes never left the door in front of him as he did this, but it turned out to be his most fatal mistake when his back bumped into a firm chest.

By instinct the king attacked, spinning around and swinging his sword at the random person's side, but as soon as he spun to meet the piercing green eyes of a sorcerer, he froze in his tracks.

A triumphant smirk grew on the sorcerer's face as he held the king's gaze, the soft green glow of his eyes reflecting in the brown irises of the King. Oh how he loved the affects he had on mere mortals like Sky.

"Good boy, Sky," his voice cooed out silkily, weaving its way deep into Sky's deepest subconscious. "Give in to me."

Sky let out a slow breath that he had no idea he was holding, relaxing himself until his sword hung limply at his side and his shoulders sagged slightly. With every muscle that relaxed, so did his rushing thoughts until there was nothing. He didn't want to think anymore. The eyes before him were going that for him.

"That's it," Hunter purred. "Relax~" As the sorcerer crooned over the king, he stepped forward towards him, the king in response stepping back. They continued this mirroring affect until the king sat gently on the bed, their eyes never leaving each other's.

When Sky was in deep enough, Hunter began to weave in his suggestions. Sky would crumble under the gaze of Hunter the next time they met. He would fall into the trance the instant he heard Hunter's voice again, and that night he would forget all of the events that happened until the suggestions applied to the situation.

Hunter finished and his eyes flashed with green, Sky falling back onto the bed and dozing off into a deep sleep. Now everything was set up for the return home, and Hunter could focus on getting other generals before Sky made his way home.

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