Blood King

Chapter Five

So! For those wondering in this chapter I wasn't satisfyed with what I had written so I decided to go back and look it over again and fix the parts I did not like, and mainly added more of a descriptive fight then this had orriginally been eirlier which honestly looks a hell of a lot better then before, I like how it looks now.

And I hope you all will too! =3

~T

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Chapter Five

Strikerius came awake with a jolt of surprise; heart pounding as his green eyes searched for the beast, but all he saw was stone walls. He frowned, where was he?

“Oh look he’s finally awake!” Halfling women wearing the clothing gambit of the forest came over to him.

“Thank goodness you’re alright.” One of the women said.

“Yes, our Lord will be happy to know that you were not killed against that horrible monster.”

“It was quite lucky,”

“Yes indeed,”

            “If the Crown Prince did not help you might have died.”

Strikerius frowned before sitting up, his body tensed from the pain; he winced but forced himself to sit up anyway.  And looking around he soon realized that he was in an infirmary for humans who were injured some groaning in agony, with bloody wrappings and sheets being changed for clean ones some looked to have lost a few limbs. Strikerius could only assume that these humans were the survivors from the Shadow Bloodhound’s attack. Thirty knights left, at least maybe less than half came back alive.  But what the women mentioned about the Prince made him confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You delivered a hefty blow to the monster and the Prince was able to kill the beast thanks to you. Our Lord is proud too.”

His frown deepened, no that was wrong, he should have been dead, he saw the beast slash though his armor and chest like it was nothing at all, there’s no way that monster could have been defeated by a man let alone a human.

“You’re Majesty!”

Strikerius stilled, raising his head he saw Xavier by the doors of the infirmary, he was talking to a young girl who looked to be in her early teens, with the same fair hair that Xavier had, but the girl looked frantic and upset with him before hugging him with all she had. He couldn’t help but stare in shock.

No that was not possible.

After a moment Xavier came towards him, giving a word of thanks to the knights and a nod before stopping at the foot of the bed Strikerius was in. he had a scratch underneath his right arm and was limping slightly. “Glad to see you awake Strikerius,” he said with a smile. “For a moment there we thought we lost you.”

He said nothing in response, he could only stare at the Prince who remained sliming, how could he have lived? He saw the Prince being slashed through his armor, those demon’s claws tearing right through his chest like well-placed deadly knives. Had he been seeing things? No his vision had always been perfect, he saw the young man being cut down, he knew that he did.

Yet how in the world could Xaiver be standing here right now and not be in one of the beds like his fallen men.

“Is something the matter?” Xaiver asked jerking his attention back to the Prince.

“Ah… I just thought.”

“Yes?”

He glanced away. “Nothing, I am… I am glad that you are alright, though I thought the beast had gotten you.”