Bloody Dawn - MCD AU [REWRITE PENDING]

Nineteen - A Story To Calm The Nerves

After the shock of the realization, Aphmau did her absolute best to fall asleep.

Realizing the only way she'd fall asleep at this rate was if she managed to take her mind off of things, she spread her wings wide and flew to Aaron's camp.

"Aaron? Are you awake?" Aphmau whispered loudly. Aaron roused himself from sleep.

"Aphmau? What are you doing awake? The moon's barely even halfway across the sky yet!" Aaron said as he rubbed the crust from his eyes.

"I couldn't sleep." Aphmau said, not lying but also not telling the whole truth.

"What am I supposed to do about it?" Aaron asked, more awake.

"I... I just needed to take my mind off of things. I figured you could help with that." Aphmau said, pausing as Aaron stared at her. "Do you... do you think you could... tell me a story?" She asked, staring at Aaron with longing eyes.

"Okay." Aaron said. "Their once was an Angel who couldn't sleep, so she asked a friend for a story. The end."

Aphmau glowered at him. "I meant a good story."

"Okay, okay!" Aaron said. He began his story:

Once, there were two powerful villages. They were at war.

Dreadwing, a flourishing community that depended upon crafts, was at war with Graythorn, another flourishing community that thrived upon agriculture.

The lords of the two terrible villages each had one heir. For Dreadwing, it was a daughter who became quite the healer. For Graythorn, it was a son who became a gifted assassin. Fighting for Dreadwing was also a guard and a mage. Fighting for Graythorn was a knight and a witch.

The wars raged on, with no end in sight. Even though the two empires had forgotten what they had been fighting for, they continued the bloodfest, neither side daring to give in.

Eventually, the son was given a mission-kill the lord of Dreadwing. Together, the son, the knight and the witch managed to get past the guard and the mage. But the daughter, the healer, stopped the son, the assassin.

The son couldn't understand it. The daughter didn't get it either. So they stopped fighting. They talked.

They talked for a very long time, learning of the other's interests, weaknesses and strengths. Eventually, the son had to leave. So he did. But he promised to return someday.

And he did. Once again, they talked, and as they did so, they found each other enjoying themselves. They sang, laughed, cried...

But once again the son had to leave. This time, the daughter promised to visit him.

And she did. But when the lord of Dreadwing found his daughter missing, he blamed Graythorn and increased the tension of the war.

The two "lovers" realized they would have to come forwards. So they did. Their fathers were much older now, and it wouldn't be long before the son and daughter ascended to the throne. The advisors for both kingdoms suggested that the son and daughter marry in order to unify the kingdoms.

After a long, tense discussion, both kingdoms agreed to the idea. The healer and the assassin were married, and peace was brought to the now unified villages.

But the healer was disheartened by all of this. She was certain war would break put again, and that the two villages were destined to war. The assassin thought differently.

The assassin managed to convince the healer that everything would be fine, but he was beginning to feel doubt himself.

He sought the advice of his friends, the guard, the knight, the mage and the witch. They believed that the healer and the assassin, being opposites, could never feel true love.

But the healer convinced the assassin that the doubts were misplaced. Opposites attract, after all. Why? Because opposites like the two lords were parallel.

So even though the peace was shaky, it continued to live on in those two villages.

Aaron glanced over at Aphmau. She was already fast asleep.

Glancing around, Aaron walked over to Aphmau and lifted her up, bride style. Careful to not wake her, he carried her through the woods.

It wasn't long until Aaron stumbled across the clearing where the rest of the angels and demons were asleep.

Aaron gently set Aphmau down next to her friends, giving her a slight kiss on the cheek before he left the clearing.

When Aaron got back to his camp, he saw another angel, this one with a sinister aura surrounding it.

Aaron carefully began to reach for his sword as he advanced upon the angel, who had it's back to Aaron.

Just before Aaron could reach out to grab the angel's shoulder, it moved, far to fast for Aaron to keep up.

Aaron looked around, searching for the angel, but finding nothing.

That's when the angel attacked seemingly out of nowhere, knocking Aaron unconscious and slashing a large gash across his chest. Then, as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.
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A dark figure sheathed his sword, which was glistening with fresh blood.

"Soon, little princess." The figure said, smiling maliciously as he flew off.

"Soon."