The King's Weep I

Chapter XV

   Fire.

   It was all Kahl could see in the forest, and Dragomir had not been surprised. Kahl rode fast, his heart beat had flared and his breath came out in white, clear puffs from the cold. The older brother followed, right behind the younger one, who had been determined to reveal the truth behind the disaster.

   Kahl stopped once he reached an edge of Crÿstł Peak, and gasped. His heart, he had felt like, stopped. His eyes glazed, and he could not take his eyes away from the disaster that had lay upon the Kingdom Of Elisabeta.

   "No," Kahl choked out as he stared at the flames that had engulfed the kingdom. They shivered and moved with the wind, which had lit the nearby forest trees on fire. Kahl could hear the terrified screams from so far, and the walls crumbling and screeching as the fire took them down. The sky was covered in a dark cloud that made the situation darker, and also hid the dragon.

   It roared, along with the waves of fire. Dragomir stared, taking in the damage he had done. All the evil one could do is feel a pity for the young one, who had no way to stop the disaster.

   The dragon, the red and spiny skin, and the beady gold eyes. Dragomir created that, and he'd be the one to take it down.

   Kahl turned to his brother, who had a face blank of emotion. "We need to do something! Help me!" He urged, and Dragomir couldn't comprehend the sadness that surged through the words Kahl spoke. "I will not let this kingdom fall, you bastard! Just because you were not there, does not mean I was not!"

   Kahl rode, and disappeared from Dragomir and his sight. Dragomir considered that he rode down to the docks for a boat, but the old one knew that they had already been burnt down. And, no one could bring one, Dragomir gave specific orders to have every boat-maker, and Warlock killed first, only for Kahl.

   That all was only for Kahl, just for him. Dragomir did it all for Kahl and his happiness, for his love. "Please forgive me," the wise one whispered within the burning trees. The wind swept his long white hair through the wind, "brother, it was all for you."

   And with that, Dragomir rode the other way, away from the chaos.