3RD PERSON POV.
Apollo is writing Libby a letter when smoke fills his tent.
He stands up, drawing his sword. He runs into the camp, mortified.
The Arsalonians found the camp, and are torching the tents.
Apollo runs to the emergency bell, and tolls it.
He leaps down, borrowing catlike reflexes.
He charges one of the Arsalonians, but falls back.
He thinks, "These men gaurded me. "
He gets flung into a mess of swords, shields, and blood.
He cries out as he gets hit broadside by a sword. He isn't cut, but falls back.
He suddenly reconizes the man coated in his seregent familys' blood.
He screams in rage, a bundle of curses flying out.
The king of Arsalon laughs them off, and tells his men to fight as well as they can.
The sound of swords on flesh flood Apollo, who is trying to hold off the king.
Their dragons battle in the air, Pandora winning easily.
They share each others' wounds, so the fight lasts for a very long time.
Then, the warzone falls silent.
Apollo feels weak.
I stand alone now.
He looks to see the fleeing back of his commrads.
Sadness and hopelessness coat him
Pandora turns tattoo, and Apollo is left completely alone.
He slashes like a percise mad man, but is shoved to the ground.
He cries in agony. Defeat.
He cries inside, for he broke his dearest and truest promise.
To return.
Manacles are wrapped around his hands, and is shoved forward and up.
He gets lead away from the flaming camp.
Apollo casts a spell on Libby and the Rouge schools.
He casts silently, "Hiden and Hid. Protect thier place. Protect them from the Arsalonian race. They are precious to me, allow them to be free."
He turned, and blew a glitrering powder.
Magic dust.
It reinforces his spell. Never to be broke.
He noticed a small mark on his hand, a black swirl. The Smogglem trademark warrior symbol.
He looks to the sky, a tear falling to his feet. It was followed by many more.
His face stays a pale white, no red puffyness to him.
His helmet gaurds his face, leaving only his sad, liquid gold eyes exposed to the worlds' harsh and sick humour.
He gets a shove, and is tied to a dragon.
The dragon flies away, leaving the burning camp to burn to the ground.
A/n I'm sorry! It had to happen! Please forgive me! You'll understand later? Maybe?
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Unexpected Heroes
Fantasy"What are you doing climbing up to the heirs room?" Apollo is the crown prince of a kingdom named Arsalon. Arsalon has it's upsides , but mostly down sides. Raids are all anyone thinks about. Arsalon is the laughing stock of kingdoms on the penin...
