Kings and Heirs

-Chapter VIII- - How Faelyn Met With The Arielle-

Faelyn was training on a field far from everyone. He had trouble controlling his power. He was trying again and again. But failure beat him. When he was about to give up, he thought of Zell. He thought about how he fought her. With his right hand, he held the hilt of the sword firmly. He took a deep breath. The weather was very cold and windy. Faelyn closed his eyes and shouted towards the sky. "Xelrath!" Faelyn felt great pain when he shouted that name. His body was getting heavier and heavier. Blood was flowing through his eye and his eye color was turning yellow. He felt a great pain in his stomach. His rib bones seemed to be breaking. Starting with his right hand, the darkness covering his entire arm had finally reached his chin. His face suddenly became expressionless. He started holding his sword with both hands. He would strike a blow towards the gap but then he heard a sound. It was a glass breaking sound as loud as a big bang. Faelyn looked at the direction the sound was coming from, he had lost all his focus. He was completely separated from his dark body. He's back to his old self in pain. He thought it was empty land until he went in the direction where the sound came from. There was a house among the trees. Its walls were surrounded by lush plants. It looked camouflaged. There was a drawing of a sword just above the door, which was made of wood. On the right side of the door was broken glass. Outside, there was a canvas on the grass. It was a picture of a woman. Faelyn was prepared for every possible danger. He never let go of his sword. As soon as we touched the wooden door, it opened inward. He was first surprised by what he saw. He put his sword back in his back holster. Inside the small house, the floors, walls, top of the table and bed duvet were all filled with drawings. It was a painter's house, even if it looked like a simple house from the outside.

There was a girl sitting on her knees in the middle of the House. Faelyn tried to get the girl's attention by coughing. She slowly turned her head. Her eyes grew, then she became scared. She was too scared to stand up, then she crawled on the floor and tried to escape Faelyn. As she crawled desperately, she hit her back against the wall. She tried to protect himself with her hands. Her black wavy hair covered her lush eyes. Just above her hair was a hat with feather detailing. She was a young, quiet lady. She had colored paint stains on her hands and clothing. She had a lot of paintbrushes on her pants belt. Faelyn proceeded slowly to the frightened woman. The woman shouted, "Please don't hurt me!" Faelyn couldn't make sense of these words. "I don't want to hurt you." The more Faelyn kept walking, the more scared the woman was. Faelyn stopped. "Why are you afraid of me?" The woman wiped away tears. It was obvious she was still scared. She slowly raised her hand and she pointed to paint on the wall and said, "You're him!"

Faelyn looked at the wall. There was a lot of dead men and a killer in the painting. This killer looked just like Faelyn. The same sword he holding was in painting. There was a demon in a white background. That Was Xelrath. Zell was among the dead men. Faelyn couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the girl in surprise. He talked with a stuttering voice, "Who are you?"

She was still scared. She started talking slowly. "My... My Name Is Arielle. Now, please, leave me alone!" Faelyn was speaking with a reassuring voice. He was getting close to her. "I won't hurt you, okay? When did you make this picture? When did you see me?" That girl called Arielle stood up slowly. She was a little shy. "I drew this picture six weeks ago. The villagers call me a' witch'. I have a gift... or I have a curse. I can picture the future. This about six weeks ago, I saw you. You were killing a lot of people in cold blood. And... And I saw a demon. A demon that can absorb all the light in you!" Faelyn was very surprised. He saw another picture as he tried to figure out what was going on. A man in a robe riding a green dragon. Even with his robe covered, he looked a demon from his left arm. He turned to the girl and asked. "Who is this?" Arielle didn't seem scared anymore. He gradually approached the painting. "This robed man is your greatest enemy. I can only draw this because he covered his face with a robe. And that is a dragon... Zindiss, Earth destroyer. your enemy's ride. Wait! Something's wrong!" Arielle started screaming in great pain. She took a blank canvas in front of him. Her right hand reluctantly went to the brushes. The girl's pupil had disappeared. Her white eyes were so scary. She seemed ecstatic, and suddenly she started drawing pictures. Faelyn went into shock when he saw the picture the girl had drawn. Xelrath's recounted brother, Dralgath. Arielle turned her head slowly. "He's here..."

Faelyn came out running steps. He saw a man as he walked out the door. He saw a man in robes and four warriors. Faelyn started shouting. "Who are you!?" The man in the robe took his hands to his hood. He took off his robe. Faelyn felt like he was going to pass out. That man's left side was covered in darkness. Faelyn couldn't believe who he was. The man he saw was, Alwis... His own dead brother...