Percival ran down the other side of the hill as fast as he could. He reached the bottom and stopped and looked on in shock at what he sees. The grassy plain was now nothing but burnt black ash. Percival walked forward to a the smoldering ruins of a village. "Who could have done this?" Said Percival as he walked around the ruins. He found the remains of a child's toy, a small teddy bear. Its left arm was missing as well as its right ear. Percival picked up the toy and his eyes widened as horrifying images of the village being attacked by rogue knights from the dark sage flooded into his mind. Then the screams of a young boy flooded into his head. Percival fell to his knees. He dropped the stuffed bear and began to cry. "Those monsters! How could anybody do this without remorse!" Said Percival as he burst into tears.
"More easily than you think." Said a mysterious voice behind him. Percival quickly sprung to his feet, drew his swords and turned to face the mysterious voice. Percival saw a rogue knight in black armor. "How could you do such a thing to innocent people?!" Screamed Percival as tears streamed down his face. "Orders are orders what can you do? I'm not gonna lie it was kind of fun killing the people. Hearing their screams of pain and fear." Said the rogue knight. "Y Y YOU MONSTER! I WILL KILL YOU! AND EVERYONE THAT SERVES THAT CRUEL AND HEARTLESS SAGE!" Growled Percival as he began his transformation. "YOU WILL FEEL THEIR PAIN,ALL OF IT TENFOLD! Growled Percival as he lunged at the rogue knight. The rogue knight dodged and laughed. "Hit a soft spot didn't I?" Laughed the rogue knight.
Percival growled and snarled at the rogue knight as he got on all fours and charged straight towards the rogue knight. The rogue knight went to dodge but the terrifying Percival teleported behind the rogue knight as he dodged. Percival grabbed the rogue knight and slammed him to the ground. Percival snarled and bared his now fang like teeth. His eyes burned a bright blood red. Percival plunged one of his claws right through the chest plate armor of the rogue knight. Percival then plunged his other claws through the armor and tore the armor open like a tin can. Percival laughed maniacally as he plunged his claw through the rogue knights vulnerable chest.
The rogue knight screamed in excruciating pain. Percival had a terrifying demonic smile on his face. Percival snarled as he ripped the rogue knights heart out. Percival laughed maniacally as blood splattered everywhere. Percival stood up on his two feet and looked down at the gruesome sight while laughing maniacally with blood on his hands. Then he heard something behind him. Percival quickly turned around and saw three other rogue knights trembling. "I see you there!" Laughed Percival maniacally as he charged towards them. The knights charged towards Percival. Percival teleported behind one of them and snapped their neck. The other two screamed in terror and tried to run away but Percival teleported in front of them. "Where are you going?" Said Percival in a demonic voice. "I'm just getting started!" Laughed Percival in a demonic voice as he grabbed both of the remaining rogues by the throat.
He tightened his grip and choked one of them to death. Percival tossed the dead body away. Then he grinned evilly at the final remaining rogue. Percival threw the rogue into the air and quickly drew his sword and held it with the blade facing up. The rogue screamed as he fell. The rogue knight landed back first on the sword. Percival kicked the rogues dead body off of his sword and put it away. Percival grinned evilly as he looked at his gruesome work. The sun now completely set with the moon high in the sky. Percival ran on all fours from the scene still in his demonic form. "I will kill them all!" Percival maniacally laughed to himself as he ran into some nearby woods.
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The Lost Heir
FantasyThis is the story of percival a now 16 year old boy that was born into royalty but one day changed everything.He is now a lost heir to the throne in the kingdom of Pyronock.Will he be able to regain his rightful place as king?