No Perfect Royalty (Editing)

Chapter Nineteen

Villagers had taken their well given advantage. Annihilating the Guards and their guns. Killing them in the swift chant of a spell.

Blood covered the streets, splashed on to the sides of homes. Men sacrificed themselves left and right. It was chaos.

Collin soon found his way back home to help the villagers. Joining them in the fight. Watching as people fell to the hardened ground. Listening to screams, and bullets bangs fill the chilling air. Smelling the ash that fell from the darkened sky's. The fine sweat that layered their skin. Feeling the smallest pang of guilt when someone hit the earth, dead.

This was what war looked like.

He did not mind. He enjoyed fighting. This allowed him to let go of the hatred he held for them. Let their blood drain from them.

Yet he knew that with war, fighting meant your life, sacrifice. Sacrifice his family did.

On the first day he returned, he hoped to be welcome home. To read a book on a killers magic then leave to go fight. This was not what received. What he received was much worse.

Instead his mother lay on the dirty floor. Scarlet liquid pouring from her abdomen. Hair sprawled across the floor. Dress covered in her own rich red. She had been shot. Long dead before had a chance to opened the door. His mouth hung open as his eyes averted to his sister.

She lay beside her mother. Tears littering her face as her coal like eyes glanced from her brother, to her dead mother.

"Oh my. . " Collin said walking into the home a bit more. He nearly ran to his sister as he saw what he did not wish to see. Blood poured from her leg. Falling off of her like rain. Mixing with their mothers crimson.

"Brother. She's dead! They killed her!" She screamed as he lifted her. Placing her on the bed. He was to heal her as he had healed Luna.

"It's okay. Shh, please. It will be alright." He cooed to her, placing his hands above her cut.

"No. It's not Collin. Mom died. We're orphans now!" His sister replied. For it was not alright. No family was left for them. No one to protect them. To pester them and keep them in line. Everything was spiraling down hill. Falling into a darkened abyss.

"Heal what has been broken, heal the scarlet cut. Sacrifice a killers skin to heal a weakened heart." He chanted, not listening to his sister. Only thinking of her dying like their mother.

The spell, did not work. Her eyes soon glazed over, staring into space. Her blood still poured. Drying as it fell from her.

"No please. No!" Collin howled as he lifted her from the bed. Shaking her. "Izzy. Come on. You're not dead! Wake up!" He screamed.

She did not wake. His family was dead. All of them.

He sat up from the bed, looking down at his sister. Her hair was red like his. Dull, dancing down her shoulders in soft waves. Her dress was now covered in dried blood. Collin leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Izzy, Izzy I'm so sorry. I came to late." He was crying now. Something he almost did. "Love you little bear." He whispered to her, taking a blanket and placing it on her.

Soon he turned to his mother. The women who had helped him save Luna. Taught him how to work his fathers shop before he left them in the dust. The women who gave birth to him, shed him life. Now dead before him. "Mom, I'm, -I left the two of you! Forgive me." He kissed her cheek, placing the second blanket atop of her.

He walked out of the house as a boy with no family. Only anger and hatred.

Though this gave him a greater will to fight. In which he did. He ripped throats out with his teeth. Stabbed deep into the heart of grown men twice his size.

"You killed them! You took Luna." He'd scream before the body lay lifeless beside him.

He did not like war any more. Though he knew it was necessary in order to form a new kingdom.

One were a Council did not rule them, but a worthy monarchy. One were he lived, and his family did not.