Our Legacy (Eddsworld ~Cinderella AU~ Sequel)

Chapter 4

Tord ran down the halls, every step echoed around him, his pants filled him with anxiety every second that he searched. "Where are they?!" the yelled in his head, never getting an answer. He cut corners, looking for any clue of where they could have gone. Tord finally stopped to breathe, he clutched his chest with his right hand and used his left to stable himself along with the wall. His legs felt numb and his arms were shaking, but he had to keep going. He started to walk forward. Crunch. A sound was heard under his feet, Tord looked down to seen broken glass inside his castle walls. He looked to the large broken window and slimmer of blood on one of the edges, showing how clumsy whoever came in was. Tord looked around more: he found muddy footprints, dents in the ground as if they were punched by metal, some drops and splatters of blood here and there. A shine showed in Tord's vision, he looked to his rigjt and his heart sank. It was Tom's sword, a black death Gothic sword that shone in the moonlight. Tord lightly picked up the sword examing it, there was some blood on the metal, but not enough to stabbed someone to death. Tom never killed, but he did weaken and trap those around him. That's why he was such a good solider, Tord knew leaving behimd was foolish, but now he felt even worse. "How could I be so stupid?" Tord traced his fingers against the swords egde, lightly so he wouldn't cut himself. The blood was still fresh, meaning they wouldn't have gone far, Tord's eyes followed the blood. It was a red line as if it was spilled water while running. Tord ignored his aching limbs and started to pick up speed as he followed the small trail. He kept following it until the started to hear voices and laughs. "Cant for the king to get a load of this!" a shrill voice said, the words almost ringing in Tord's ears. "Maybe we'll get a promotion. Just think of it, Weasley and Ronnie, heads of the spies," this one was gruff and deep. "Can you please focus on the task at hand? What if our little prisoner wakes up and you two are acting like jesters?" Another voice spoke, it was a strong and quiet voice even though it was in a sarcastic tone. Tord poked his only slightly to see who they were, they seem to surround something. One was large and buff, carrying a thor hammer over his hunched back, to the right of him was a small being, roughly the size of a ten-year-old child. After him was a slender cloaked being, he stood tall and proud. His hood scrunched as if the man was looking down at something. "Its nice to know you've come to join us, you're highness." Tord instantly hid in tha shadows, how did he know? Was Tord that obvious? "You probably came for something, or someone," the cloak continued, "Someone special, someone strange, someone you can't live without... someone you would do just about anything for." The person almost seemed angry when they finished the sentence, walking forward. His heels clicking against the tiled floor. Tord felt his pulse rushing, faster and faster as his heart beated again and again. Once the man was by the corner, Tord swung into action. He thrusted the sword forward only hitting the black fabric of the beloved cloak. The others rushed forward to fight as well, Tord glared at the as he got into stance. He dogded, blocked, sliced, punched, kicked. He even brought the big guy to fall, the hammer fell with a thud. Tord held his sword to the neck of the midget, his eyes sneered at the little man. He had fear and anger in his eyes, his pupils darted around the room looking for a way out of this. Tord angled the sword a little deeper  that only a little blood with break though the skin. "I wouldn't do that is I were you," the cloak figure came from behind. Tord brought the small man in front of him and held the sword horizontal to said man's neck. "And why not?" Tord questioned with a smirk on his face, but it slowly faded when the cloaked figure picked up someone by their spiky, brunette hair. "You wouldn't want your lover to be hurt anymore than he has," he said as he held a dagger to Tom's jaw.