The Iron Blade

The Prince

Hope you enjoy, I am going to be writing from more than one P.O.V from now on, to add -some more perspectives and depth to the story :)                 

                                                                 -----Prince Asher-----

Asher was sick of looking, so when he had scented that slight tang in the air, of blood and iron- the scent of a Fae killer, he was spoiling for a fight. He would avenge his brother's death and all those before him that had been killed by his father's iron blade, he would not grant them a quick death, no it would be painful and merciless. So he followed that scent, and it grew stronger as he stalked on. If the killer could take down a fae prince he would take no chances, two of his finest fae warriors had come with him, not as powerful as him, but bloody good. Their faces were set in grim determination, the Fae killer would not walk away. 

The Alley was dark, no one in sight, that's when she came. A woman cloaked in midnight black, a cape of darkness swirling around her. She stalked towards the Fae males and he halted, throwing back his hands to stop the others. "who are you." He snarled. She removed her hood, dark black hair in stark contrast to her moon-white skin, it was braided tightly back reveling her deep, unyielding turquoise eyes. A tatoo inked in black and violet encircled her right wrist depicting a wreath a flowers. She was beautiful, she moved towards them with ethereal grace. Then she spoke, her voice rolling of the tongue like fine wine. "I am a shadow yet my light burns bright, I am hope but my hope lies in death, I am a queen yet I have never had a crown, I will avenge my people, I am brave, I am strong and you should fear me," She said her eyes boring into mine "Because you are going to die tonight." With that, she dropped her cloak and her scent barricaded into him, Death she reeked of death. He could smell my brothers, his warriors, his people. He could smell a fae killer. He snarled but she just smiled, a slight tilt of her beautiful lips. Then she attacked

Her blades were drawn before he could think, two scimitars, iron-tipped steel glinting in the moonlight, she moved like quicksilver, and then she was upon us. He drew his own blade, Sin reaper, signaling behind for his warriors to draw theirs. Her scimitar swept low, and he barley stayed standing Gael and Randall were not so lucky, she struck fast her blade going for Gael's exposed neck, Gael deflected the strike, just to find a dagger in his heart. Asher could barely register her movement him self, Her, the fae killer was a woman.

 He dove for her, blade aimed to plunge through her back, she twisted and parried with her scimitar, sliding under his legs and deflecting the blade with a swift movement, Randall was struggling to stand, a nasty cut along his thigh. She twisted feinting left but he anticipated her next move and blocked the hidden dagger flying from the right and landed a blow, cutting down her arm, deep but unfortunately not major, she fought on, the injury shoved aside. Asher saw the blow before she did, Randall sent a dagger flying from behind, dead, she wouldn't see it coming. She whipped around crouched and caught the blade and sent it flying back, it hit home but deflected of Randall's chest, the blade was not iron but still...Never, never had he seen anyone fight like that. Then she turned back to him, that half-smile still on her lips. And she drew a blade. Shadow striker was just as he remembered it.

                                                                   -----Leilyn-----

The wound on her arm wasn't going to kill her within the next five minutes, but it was deep enough that she knew it was time to finish this, so she smiled at the fae prince and drew her dagger. 

Shadow striker was a reassuring weight in her hand, she threw her scythes almost carelessly behind her, but knew that they had hit the fae male struggling to stand when he grunted, then a heavy thud sounded. The prince's eyes were wide but he quickly took control of his face and smirked at her "So the notorious Fae killers a mere mortal woman." his voice, oh god his voice, so enthralling it made her want to kiss him, to kill him to do so many things, his voice was so utterly fae. She returned his smile. "perhaps the Fae aren't quite the warriors they make themselves out to be, after all, they were killed by a mere mortal woman." His smirk faded, his face darkening into unyielding wrath. "you are going to die for what you've done." he snarled. She merely shrugged "perhaps, but not tonight." She let her expressions darken until she was sure her face matched his, let him fear her, he deserved it. "No, but tonight you will die for what You've done." And then she approached.

                                                                          -----Prince Asher-----

She would win, she would win if he continued this fight, he knew it and it scared him half to death. Her beautiful eyes were laced with the promise of death, his best warriors lay dead behind them, and it dented his pride, it truly did but he used the last weapon left in his arsenal.

A wave of darkness washed over them, he knew he couldn't affect her, not when her clothes were likely laced with iron, but it would distract her while he made his exit. He sent a wave of dark magic battering for the ground, it hit in a mighty movement and the portal opened. For a second he paused to listen to her cursing from behind. A blade shot from out of nowhere and he bit his lip to stop from crying out in pain as it dug into his side. Shit, he had to get out of here, faster than he had ever moved before he jumped, down into the abyss, a short cut towards the palace, a short cut towards the unyielding wrath of his father.