Life (Lapidot Medieval AU) unedited version. Canceled due to rewrite.

Darkness

A/N: Hello my dear readers! Bet you weren't expecting that ending from the last chapter huh? Actually, that's a lie because of... the... title. Heh. Yeah. Also, big reminder that the art in my stories are not mine.

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"Incoming!" a soldier shouted before a loud explosion was heard in the distance, screams following the explosion. "Hold your ground! Support will be here soon!" the captain shouted, hacking down a rebel from behind with his short sword. A soldier of the captain fell, a sword in their back. "Keep fighting!" the captain shouted once more before an arrow hit his shoulder. He grunted before continuing to fight albeit slower than before.

A kick to the back sent the captain to the ground. He attempted to get up, but a sword was driven into his calf, pinning his leg to the dirt. He screamed in pain as the fighting seized, the remaining few soldiers of his were forced onto their knees before him.

"You know, I was expecting more of a challenge when I heard a battalion of soldiers were heading their way to reclaim (village name)," a rebel said, pulling out his scimitar. "I had no idea Homeworld soldiers were so easy to beat with just fifty rebels!" With a thrust, the scimitar entered one of the soldiers in the chest, a gargled gasp escaping their mouth. With a firm pull, the scimitar exited the soldier. The tug caused the soldier to fall forwards, their dead eyes staring at the captain.

After a moment of silence, the rebel laughed. "Oh stars! I didn't actually think y'all were this emotionless!" The captain clenched his fists at the rebel. "Well then, I don't think y'all aren't needed anymore!" The rebel proposed before he felt the warmth of the sun disappear. He looked up to see a black cloud dancing above them, its movement mesmerizing before it dived towards them.

"Focus on the cloud!" the rebel order, sending a burst of fire at the cloud. The cloud lazily rolled to the left, avoiding the flames. Unbeknownst to the group of rebels, a man in white was walking towards them, his white hood obscuring his face. A rebel noticed him and ran at him, mace high in the air. The rebel pulled his mace back to strike the man, but he hesitated when he saw the man's emotionless, cold face. In a moment's instant, a white blur was all the man saw until he felt a dagger slice his throat.

The man then put his hand out and a gray bolt of lighting ran out, jumping through half of the rebels, killing them. The cloud, which was an unkindness of ravens, greeted the other half of rebels. They screamed as the ravens bit at their eyes. The man casually walked to the rebels and pulled out the falchion on his waist, striking down the rebels as he walked through the unkindness.

When the screams ceased, the man waved his hand away. The unkindness flew away, leaving a patch of bloodied corpses. He then turned to the captain and his horrified soldiers and said, "How you were beaten by them is beyond me."
"They ambushed and drove us back into this clearing, Sorcerer Prudens," the captain said, saluting the sorcerer before him.

"That's more believable," Prudens said as he placed a hand where blood was still seeping from the captain. A comforting warmth erupted from his hand, the wound healing itself. "Thank the stars you came. I don't know how longer we'd have lasted," the captain said as Prudens walked to the rebel that was taunting the soldiers. "You wouldn't have fought for long," he said as he grabbed the rebel.

"Oh fuck... me," the rebel weakly said, blood dripping from his mouth. "Duty first," Prudens replied coldly as he placed a hand the rebel and healed him. The rebel screamed as their body was healed. He felt his skin regrow, most of the wounds from the unkindness. When he was done being healed, he wheezed and panted while Prudens leaned back on his heels.