Half a heart, half a crown

F O R T Y F I V E

With heavy gold armour weighed over me, I put on my golden helmet tucking away my long brown hair. I secured a sharp sword into my scabbard on my waist.

"Let's go."

I had never thought that I will fought in replacement of King Devilon. Queen Alizarin came to me suddenly, after the breaking in of the rebels, asking me a favor to take King Devilon's place, guiding the fight. I hesitate at first but then I gave in.

"GO!" My voice echoed throughout the whole kingdom, awaken the chaos.

Obviously, I was nervous but as time goes by, I seemed to get a hang of it. Fighting had become easy. With several swords pointed all around me, I managed to tipped off all of their swords without injuring myself. They are all aware that I am not King Devilon but the good thing is, they don't know who I am.

A grin appeared on my face as I spotted Prince Johnson, he examined me for a long time as we fought but no lights appeared in his eyes indicating that he had not figure my identity out. Now that I know his little basic skills, I could easily tell that he get distracted easily with each move. So, I flipped my sword over and in one swift move, I managed to caught him unbalance and fall over onto the cold hard ground. I got ahold of his sword on my empty hand. I moved fast towards him and I was so close to enter his flesh with my pointed end of the sword but then another shiny sword hold mine, slashing my sword away.

Luckily, I managed to grip it tight. My eyes adverted to the shiny sword and scanned over the owner. Before I knew it, I was now moving quite fast. Kicks and throws of sword were everywhere, the sound of slashing metals invaded the whole hall. I managed to tripped Prince Johnson again, but before I could do anything again, that same shiny sword blocked my way again. This person irritated me so much, I hated how his strong skills managed to get me tired but I won't back off. I kept on fighting and clanking my two swords with this one shiny sword. As time goes by, anger and frustrations reached within me, I needed to get rid of him. So, with every ounce in me, I moved my two swords faster, causing the shiny sword to tried to keep with my pace and slowly, once I spotted a slight missed in the turn of his sword, I clanked both of my swords over it and tipped it out of the way, causing the shiny sword to fall into the ground with a thud. 

Both of my swords trapped the person's neck. I was breathing hard. My pair of brown eyes slowly adverted towards this person's eyes and was met a pair of crystal blue eyes, staring back at me as equally surprised.

We stayed in that position for a while, still star-strucked. My throat felt dry all of a sudden.

"Go ahead." he spoke all of a sudden. It had been a long time since we had talked and then now he told me to kill him.

My hand could not move, instead it began shaking. Didn't I want to do this? Why can't I do it? Why can't I kill him? I know why I can't seemed to kill him, it was because I want his friend to do it, this will hurt him even more.

"No." I smiled a mischievious smile, "I won't kill you. That's not my job."

His eyes showed pain, he knew whose job I am referring to. 

So, I let him go. I took my swords off him, letting him go but I did not expect him to hold onto one of my sword with his palm. He did not flinch even a bit as the sharp metal entered his flesh. I watched as blood dripped down slowly, tainted his armour.

I did not move: partly, because I was shock; partly, because I knew that it would hurt him even further.

"Magnificent." Liquid gold poured off his lips as he pronounced my name, "you are very lucid, very tempting and very sinful. I had never met anyone like you. You made me want to hurt you and cherish you at the same time."

He pulled the sword closer to him, causing me to stumbled slightly. 

As more blood poured out, he spoke "On that night, that same night, I was appalled to see you, but I did not expect to see you hand in hand with him. And when you cried for him and agree to marry him," he chuckled dryly while shaking his head, "I had lost it. I had lost it completely. So which was why I -"

He stared at me for a while, pain written so clear in his eyes, "retreated."

LIES. Lies. He retreated because he don't want to kill his friend. 

I stared at him. That same blue eyes that I used to know. That same blue eyes that I had been wanting to kill the life out of it. Now, the opportunity had arrived. I won't stain my own hands over him because he was not the one who killed my brother, but I needed him dead, therefore, the stain of his blood should not be on my hands instead it will be on his friend's hands. 

I tried to loosen his grip by moving my sword slightly although I know it will hurt him-just only a little bit. His grip tightened, I could see his hand shook slightly, probably from the pain. 

"Let go." I told him.

He still hold onto it.

"Let go!" I glared at him, can't he just understand that I don't want to kill him even if I want him dead.

He will be hurting himself this way.

"If I let go," he looked at me with geniune eyes, "will you promise to kill me?" 

I know he can't stand the fact that he might fell into the trap of his friend. He'd rather die in my hands than in King Devilon's hands.

I stayed still.

"I promise." I lied. I am pretty sure he had seen through my lies but he know he can't get me to do it.

He slowly let go of his hand, revealed bloody wound. Both of the swords automatically fell off of my hands onto the cold hard ground. I was shaking too. Without sparing him any glance, I turned my back on him.

"I love you." 

It was so low, but I heard it. I knew he geniunely meant it. Little did I know, I was crying so hard, leaving him, knowing this will be the last time I see him, alive.