- "I will not let you take him away from me" - said Arthit with a frown - "our bond is impossible to break ..".
The elders nodded.
- "And you, young Kong?" - they asked - "What do you want?"
The young man separated his face from Arthit's chest and...
The Castle, arranged for the imminent betrothal that was going to take place in a few hours, was prey to nervousness and expectation.
The guests, already dressed for such a magnificent event, were wandering through the halls awaiting for the start of the ceremony that was going to unite the young Prince of the Kingdom with the last of the druids.
A young man who, until a couple of months ago, was living a cheerful and happy life in one of the villages that his people had built in the woods.
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- "They will make a perfect couple ...", they all said as they greeted each other and talked about how happy their majesties seemed to be with the wedding of their only son.
However, in the castle, there was someone who was not happy at all ... quite the contrary.
A person who, in those moments, was running up the narrow spiral staircase that was going to take him to the top of one of the battlements.
TAP TAP TAP
His footsteps were heard slightly in the stillness of the night.
However the young man had no illusions as he knew they must still be looking for him.
- "There's no time ..." - Krist murmured as he paused a few seconds to place his ear on one of the stones on the wall.
Almost instantly he could hear the muffled footsteps of the guards.
The young man growled slightly and, with his heart pounding in his chest, began to run up the stairs again.
His bare feet had begun to leave a faint trace of blood on the worn stone but Krist hardly noticed.
He cared so little for that small suffering compared to which he would live for the rest of his life if they finally catch him and took him to the Prince.
"I will never allow it ..." - thought the young man as he climbed the last section of the staircase.
Finally the boy saw that, in front of him, there was a wodden door.
A slight smile appeared on his cracked lips.
- "At last..." - he said as he took the knob and opened the heavy door.
The cold air of the night entered the interior of the Palace in the same moment in which the voices of his persecutors arrived.
- "There you are" - said someone behind his back - "We have been looking for you"
Krist looked back.
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His eyes widened as He was there.
Only a few meters from him and climbing the stairs with a determined expression on his face.
The prince Forth had just arrived while being accompanied by his personal guard.
"So the prince has come in person ..." Krist thought as he frowned, "but he will not be able to avoid anything ... the Moon will attend to my plea, I'm sure of that."
After which he rushed towards the exit and, with determined steps, climbed over the wall of the battlement.
Before his pursuers could even understand what was happening, the young Druid was already on the highest point of the structure, and barely keeping himself in balance.
- "Krist!" - Forth exclaimed with concern.
However, he did not say anything, did not even flinch at the cry of the young man who, paralyzed, had remained completely still just a few steps away.
- "My Mother ..." - the young man murmured then as he raised his arms towards the night sky where the moon, completely full, was a witness of everything that was happening.
Only then, and with a hard and determined expression on his face, he did look at the one who in a few hours was going to be his husband and those who accompanied him.
- "We meet again, murderer ..."
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Hi.
I hope everyone is fine :)
First of all I wanted to say thanks to all of you for the votes and comments. I am really greatful.
And well, as I promised, here I am again with the third part of this story.
