Last Voyages

Chapter 45

Hey guys! So this song really fits in with Harry right now, so give it a listen if you want! Enjoy the chapter!! 

Harry's POV:

My blade clashed with Tyrone's, the sound of metal clinging in the air. Gritting my teeth together, I push back against him as hard as I could, pushing him back in the sand.

Tyrone goes for an uppercut and I lean backwards, barely avoiding his fist. But the move makes me stumble back, letting him regain his footing as he holds his sword up again, a dark grin on his face.

"I was expecting more from you. If I would've known you were this easy to defeat, I would've killed you long ago." he says and his words pierce my heart. I don't want to hear this. He is still family. 

"Maybe you should've," I mumble, running back at him, coming down at him with all my might, my blade blocked by his. "It would've made all of this so much easier." I say and I can see the confusion in his eyes, but he says nothing.

I bring my leg up and kick him in the stomach, making him fall back, coughing up blood. He regains his footing, giving me a harsh glare as he wipes the blood from his mouth. Reaching for his belt, my eyes widen as he throws a dagger at me.

I move to the side, but hiss as the dagger nicks the side of my arm, creating yet another cut on my body. I give him a hard look as I face him again, a smirk on his face.

"Don't try to use pity to get me to falter. It won't work. I'm not your father." he sneers and I take in a deep breath, holding my sword back up.

"I know you aren't. My father..." I trail off, memories flashing in my mind of when I was a child, and then to when he made me fight him in the cave. "...he was braver than any man I've ever known." I say and Tyrone's anger flares at my words.

"He was a coward!" he shouts and I dash forward, clashing blades with him, glaring into his eyes. 

"That's a lie!!" I roar, pushing against him before pulling my blade back, swinging it at him again. 

We spar back and forth, neither of us giving ground as we fight, our swords clashing in the air as we try to gain the upper hand on the other. If anything, he was a formidable fighter. This gave him an edge on me.

Clenching my jaw tight, I duck down before shoving my whole body up, catching Tyrone off guard as I headbutt him right in the jaw. If I were to win this fight, I would have to play dirty.

He falls on his back, a sore red spot already on his jaw, blood trickling from his mouth as he holds his mouth in pain. I wince at the pain in my head from the impact, but know he had more damage done to him than I did.

"I've been responsible for so many deaths of people I love. I've been the one who has made my family suffer. Even now, all of this is because of my family...because of choices I've made. If I wouldn't have gone off on my own for six years, this raid most likely wouldn't have happened. I could've prevented it. If I had only known what was going on, I could've prevented Edward's death and my father's." I say sadly, looking down at the Emperor, who gave me a glare. 

"This would've happened with or without you." he snaps, standing back up, still holding his jaw.

"Then why focus your sole intention on me? You killed my father because you think he betrayed you, which he didn't. So why come after Edward and I?" I ask harshly and he shakes his head.

"Because I can't leave heirs to a throne that I'm trying to take. It would be really sloppy. Besides, with you being the son of the man I hated, it brings great joy to me to see you suffer." he sneers and I clench my fist tightly, the grip on my sword getting even harder.