Our Legacy (Eddsworld ~Cinderella AU~ Sequel)

Chapter 2

Tord woke up at the sound of gun shots, he rubbed his eyes and looked out to see some houses ablaze. His tired eyes widen as he saw his army running and shooting at the rebels. 'Why hadn't anyone woken him?' He quickly pulled off his nightly attire and slip in his uniform within seconds. "D-daddy..." a soft voice was heard from his door, Tord quickly turned around pointing a sword towards the being and breathing hard. It was none other than Gazelle, his daughter. "Shhh. Everything's going to be fine, just calm down," he soothed her after putting his sword away, Tom had woken up as well and he looked out the window in anguish. "Tom, you care for Gazelle. I'll be right back," Tord said as he ran out the door, quickly locking it behind him. There was no way he wanted his lived ones hurt, he heard the pounds on the door and the yells from his husband and his child. The man in red quickly muttered an apology and ran out the front gate, only to run into his best soliders. "Your Highness! We were just coming to get you," Patryck had exclamed, sweat beaded down his head and some strands of his hair had stuck to his face. "We already sent medics and guards to evacuate the people, the rest are trying to stop whoever is doing this!" Paul yelled over the roaring flames and screams. "Hurry, we mustn't waste anymore time!" Tord led them into the town and Paul took them where the battle was taking place. Outside the castle walls were what looked like hundreds of soldiers, marching and hitting the front door with was seemed at a large wooden pillar. If the army was outside, who was attacking the castle from within? Tord's eyes looked as though they were two fires glowing in the black of night, "They sent spies!!" he had yelled so loud, even some of the soldiers down below looked up and they aimed their crossbows towards the men on top. "Your Highness look out!" Patryck pushed Tord down and Paul used their canons to fire back, same with a few other guards on the wall. "You handle this army, I'll deal with me of the idiots inside," Tord said, still infuriated by the actions done to his kingdom. He growled as he ran  and started to slice people in the side, leaving gashes and blood gushing everywhere. Blood stained the hems of his heavy boots, all the way up to his pants and some even took half of his face when he used a crossbow instead of his sword. A sinister smile crept onto his face as he slaughter all the men that threatened to take his kingdom, to take his family, to take his Tom. Tord stopped in his tracks, he thought about Tom: his peculiar eyes, his snarky yet calming attitude, his laugh, his kindness, everything about him the good and the bad. Tord started to breathe slowly, the flashedback to a time when he was hyperventilating. Tom was there for him, the helped the man calm down and learn many ways to stay sane. Tors was starting to register was he was doing, the was not a man of slaughter and bloodshed. He was Tord LiLinker, ruler of the kingdom of England, husband to Tom Bridges and father to Gazelle. He wouldn't harm anyone unless necessary. This time was necessary, but not the way he was now. He needed to stop messing around and be a real king. Out of the corner of his eye, something shone. A glarenof a sword as it swung down, Tord spun around quickly and blocked an attack from behind. "Ha! You thought you could sneak up on the king, did you?" Tord grinned and he flicked his wrist and sent the enemy's sword fly into the air, only to catch it with his free hand. Tord now had a delicately framed sword and a gold trimmed wooden crossbow in his hands. I aimed the sword towards his face, "where are you from?" He just smiled, "you should have just came together with our kingdom long ago, they would have made sure you never married a man," he mocked in a sickening tone. Tord's face snapped in rage, he pulled the sword back and was about to kill the man until...

A shield had blocked his attack and nearly bent the sword he had held. "Now, now, young king. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your loved one, now would we?" he spoke again from behind the more built man, who held the shield. It felt as though a dagger was thrown to Tord's head as he heard those words escape the man's mouth. Clank! He dropped his sword on the ground, instantly turned around and bolted for the castle. He kept telling himself that they were alright and that dick was bluffing to save his own pitiful life. Tears started to form in Tord's, but if something had been done to Tom or Gazelle, what if they were hurt or worse? Tord wasn't looking where he was going, the bumped into a weaken wall and flaming planks of charred woods started to fall down on him. It burned the whole right side of his face. Tord screamed, putting a hand to cover his right eye and kept running. Once he was inside, he kept running and screaming, "Tom! G!! Anyone!" He never got a reply, he ran and ran until he came upon the door of his bedroom... opened. "No..." Tord muttered.