See me, feel me ( JELSA )

26 Assassin

In a kingdom, far away from Arendelle darkness was covering the minds of the citizen as well as the ruler. He was known as the iron fist that ruled with fear. No one dared to rise against him, people were trying to stay alive by just keeping themselves as low as possible. Rise your head above his and it would be cut off. Everyone knew that you should be lower than him, you’re lower than a worm.

It was the Kingdom of King Ruben, he had slaughtered the other rulers that were his uncles. He was the son of Hans who had found a strong ally. Ally from people’s deepest fears which they would experience in their Nightmares. You all should know him, the one who feeds off from fear and it’s known as the Lord of Nightmare’s and dark ages.

For the Guardians he was just simply known as Pitch. He had a dark devoured heart without any love in it. He had found Ruben through his Nightmare’s of failing and not being the King of two Kingdoms. Ruben was raised to feel the graving to once rule both Arendelle and Western Islands. No matter what the cost would be.

Now, in his middle age he was closer to his goal than ever before. The citizen bowed to him, obeyed his every order without hesitation. The army of his soldiers and the Nightmares were a strong opponent to everyone. Young King of Arendelle shall be defeated, he thought and laughed by himself as he watched his troops gathering on his castle yard.

“You called,” a voice of his strongest assassin, Drago, spoke to him. Ruben turned around, his amber eyes flashing with hate and poison in his words he spoke. “Yes. It’s time for you to make your move and kill the King of Arendelle. That’s our first step to victory,” Ruben laughed blankly and Drago grinned deviously. “That shall be done,” he said and turned around. Drago grabbed his weapons on his way and left the Western Islands.

Drago was a heartless follower of Ruben known as dragon whisperer. He had been promised his own men and a ship if he would be able to kill the King of Arendelle known as Jackson Frost. He would do just that but in a slow and painful way, leaving him to bleed to death after burning his flesh in small areas.

People suffering was important to Drago and he enjoyed when someone screamed and begged for mercy. It was music to his ears. He whistled and his young dragon companion flew to him, he jumped on top of it’s back and they were now flying towards Arendelle.

It was not a travel that long for a mighty beast that mother was fire and father was air. Now they were already seeing the mountainside of Arendelle after traveling the third of the time what it would take with ships.

They landed on the edge of a forest and Drago patted it’s companions back. He would now go and sneak inside the castle. He knew what to look for.

Jackson was just finishing his duties like signing the paper’s and hearing the citizens when he thought of going to meet his fiancé. He grabbed his coat and opened his window. He climbed on the edge and jumped down, he called for the wind and it started to carry him.

The way the wind felt on his skin had always been something that Jackson really enjoyed. He spread his arms and closed his eyes as he flew high and then he landed on the courtyard. He smiled to himself as he walked outside from the castle’s gates, unknowing that someone was watching him from the shadows.

Jackson knocked Fern’s window and felt happy when he saw her. “Hey,” he whispered as he flew inside. Fern hugged him. “I was wondering if we could go out?” Jackson whispered to her ear and held her tightly.

“Yes. It sounds good but I need to do my work first, help out mum. You know,” she said and kissed Jackson’s cheek. “Meet up in our usual place?” She smiled and Jackson was taken by that smile. He nodded his head and gave one quick farewell kiss to her before leaving.