The Dark King (Completed)

Not my big brother

I'm only good in one thing: singing. My role is as a songstress, singing for Guardians. I will sing with all my heart.

(Charlie)

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"Stop protecting me!" yells her.

Charlie's angry. No, that's understatement. She's berserk. Luc got wounded again when he shielded her from demon attacks.

She begins to sing a song and his wound start to heal.

Luc puts a finger on her lips to stop singing.

"Don't. I had worst than this. Don't waste your energy on me..."

"Gullible fool!"

She feds up and leaves that spot.

Luc pleads, "Dante..."

"Got it!"

Dante quickly follows the angry girl. He would protect her from any harm. The world is a dangerous place. From monsters to demons. A lot of creatures out there. Thinking humans as tasty foods.

Funny to think humans used to be top of food chains.

Luc lies his back against a tree. He presses a rag to his wound to stop the bleeding.

He must have fainted because he never knows when they come back.

"Stupid man! Why he kept protecting me?"

She kept cursing while applying some grinded medical herbs to his wound. She goes to nearby woods to look for the herbs.

Dante says nothing. Only standing guard.

Charlie's eyes reddened but she sheds no tear.

(What if he died? Because of me? No! He can't die!)

"You better live, Luc. I would never forgive you if you died..."

A single tear drops to his face. She quickly rubs her tears away.

Suddenly a hand plopped on her head.

"Can't die yet...we got a mission..."

"Don't protect me anymore. I could protect myself," says her.

"You're...like... a sister..."

Luc has fainted again.

"No, you aren't my big brother."

She finishes the treatment and leaves that spot.

(Why? Why I'm so angry? I don't want to be his little sister! I know he felt responsible for me. Because he's our leader).

Her train of thought got disturbed when Dante says, "Hungry. Could you cook?"

Charlie scolds, "Luc's down and you're still thinking about foods? Unbelievable!"

He shrugs his shoulders. And he says, "Can't help it. Can't fight without energy."

Kira adds, "No food, no shape shifting. Can't guard his back when we are hungry."

"Food, food, food. Fine, I'll cook something!"

The angry teenager girl starts to cook in her rage. Beating up potato into potato mush as if the veggie was her sworn enemy.