The Devil of Kings

Call Me Cruel

prologue

October 27, 520
day of incident

Dearest Descendants of mine,

I can assume your grandmothers have told you legends about me. Good night stories that scare you to sleep. They are all true. You can say that my life has been long, maybe even more so. You may even mention that I've killed. Well, that's another story to be told. To my family I have, this is a story of why and how I came to be incredibly old but never aged a day after twenty two and what followed after it.

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Wind howling, trees scraping the mud-like sand, rain pelting the carriage as if nails where falling from the angry sky above. The horses becoming very much so horribly unbearable skittish . The coach driver becoming vigilant with his alert statue. His eyes wide open with the thought of not making his way back to his tender wife and beautiful little girl. His green eyes could be seen in the dark night  with the two green orbs darting back and forth in the sense of danger looming ahead.
He knew this path was forsaken terribly so, although he had to venture through it to make his extremely high paying costumer on a fast tracking path. Therefore, this untrustworthy road was his first and only one he knew of. His body flooded with dread. This path rumored with deaths of thousands in the blink of night. Some could tell the tale of the Brink, the paths unforgiving name. It's named after being close to the brink of death, according to the tales. 
     The coach driver squirmed in his seat, sensing the change in atmosphere.

  "I shall not get a cold, thy daughters birthday is on thy fortnight", he thought to himself. As if it could distract himself from the dark shadows between the trees. He told himself, it's the cast of a shadow from the great oaks from the moon light above. He would come to know he was so terribly wrong. He knew it now, the coach driver simply refused to believe it. That he would not see the day of his daughters birthday. That this night would come to a very dramatic end. That his life opens a door to the high paying costumer in his carriage. 
The path was not short, it was a short cut yes, it cut straight through the Hunters Woods. The Hunters Woods. was the place where men take off once every year to go bring back the stoutest stag. If you do not come back with a catch, you do not leave the Hunters Woods. The coach man knew this of course, he knew that he was close to entering these exact woods. Thus, he slowed the carriage and extinguished the fire lanterns. He dare not chance his life or his money's survival. He pulled the reigns making the horses gallop. He kept his eyes on a look out for any potential threats, once he came to a conclusion miles into the woods that they where safe, he continued his fast pace. 
They continued through the woods with the moon giving light to the surroundings around the carriage. The shadows following the forest with the howling wind gave the night a eerie glow. It took quarter of the night till the horses set foot back on the Brink's path, this time the horses where jumpy and uncooperative. The coach man could not console them, he could not stop them from racing through the pathway. He was shaking with fear, he would not get the money he desired for, ultimately if his life if they were not under control. The carriage was speeding at a steady rate and was becoming unsteady, going back and forth almost clipping the giant oaks on each side of the path.
The coach man felt the air get colder, his attention wasn't on the horses anymore. It was on the now glaringly bright sky above him. The clouds where swirling in a angry circles. The coach man now was petrified, he started whipping at the horses. Yelling for them to go faster. He knew this was unnatural. The sky was roaring with the a tear ripping through the clouds . Something was going to happen.
He furiously lashed the horses to corporate. They went insane with this, bucking and whipping about. One horse on the right pulled the carriage to the harshly against the side of the path. The coach man screamed in terror. The oak trees in his view where increasingly becoming closer to his persons at a fast rate.
  At the exact time the carriage flew into the trees, gold lightning hit the middle of the carriage as when the coach mans neck was snapped under the calf of a horse. His body lay limp under the wheel and dead horse. His family will never see his glowing green eyes again. His little girl will grow up with out a father. Although, his life saved another's this night.
  The costumer in the carriage was lain against the trapped side door of the carriage which it was tilted on. This costumer was struck by that exact bolt of golden like lightning. The costumers body was glowing, like a the sun rays on a new day. The wounds that was on the body was slowly healing, from the blood on the left cranium to the broken bones in the right hip.
   The people in the forest watched silently, stopped in their pursuit to ravage what was left of the wreck. They murmured among each other, they knew this was work of the ones they worshipped. So they sat and watched. Waiting patiently for what was to come. A new deity.
   They watched as the rays died down. Silently peering at the broken carriage that was protruded by a broken branch of a oak. Half the carriage was in the middle of the path, which they gleefully thanked. To their rules, take what you can hunt or burn for life. This time, they waited instead of killed and took as they pleased. Waited on what was to come. They watched as the person inside of the carriage screamed back to life.
    They watched as the person took a hurtful breath. As the person opened its eyes, that was now glowing bright green instead of its previous dark brown. Looked around and saw the damage of what the crash did to the garments the person had on.
  They watched as the person scrambled out of the broken carriage and dropped to the floor and let out the faintest sobs of terror. They watched with faint recognition of who they where peering at. One of the scavengers let out a gasp, as if what he was watching was wrong. It couldn't be, how could their deity's pick this human?
  The human was frightened at the sound, staring into the trees, frantically looking for what caused it. This human, so weak and broken, stared at the coach man and let out a sob. Knowing that the reason he died was because he was promised to be paid handsomely. He could never be paid for it.
This human, now completely alone in the Brink let out another scream. This scream was different than the one before. It radiated through the entire forest waking up the rest of the scavengers. This human was no longer a human.
Once the lightning bolt hit the carriage, piercing her in the heart. Stopping it for eternity by the cold hands of death, but with the snap of the coach mans neck releasing him to a cold slumber started the humans heart again. It was a curse of the Brink, if one dies then another stays alive. Alive for thousands of generations, alive until the world dies.

    The human, was the princess of the king of  Strathcylde.