𝐷𝐴𝑅𝐾 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑆

I

Chapter.1. |The Red War|

                                    Pov thatcher

   "Her and the darkness became one"

I tried to stick to the plan as Our faces were covered in the blood of our "enemies" as we all fought, tearing through them like brittle trees in the winter winds. 

As I swung my sword to the nature around me I kept going over how I would be captured. As  My feet gilded around my opponent in the snow as if they had a mind of their own, I thought about how i wouldn't get myself killed, how I could tell the queen the truth, my truth. My feet; dancing to the river that steamed around the trees in front of where we led the "attack'' on the Akon'ey tribe. Warcry mixed with the screaming of fallen men could be heard all around the battlefield. This was the red war. This war will determine who will keep their freedom, and who would lose it; I intend to keep mine. it would make or break the kingdom and force the fallen one onto its knees in submission for the other. Down down down they all fell as I ran over to the next and then the next slicing through them left and right.

I saw a woman beautiful but deadly, fighting just as hard as any of the men that were on this, here battlefield. But one in particular Her sword moving swiftly to the wind driving its way into the men that she fought against. In that moment I was memorized. Hair and blood matted against her face, on her armor. Looked over to me and came charging, ' little dove wants a fight.'  I smiled at the challenge.

Her sheer might was a force to be reckoned. The power behind each swing of her sword was something to be taken into consideration. I fought back harder though. But then she got the best of me, somehow. She started using my own tactics against me. Picking up my patterns each swing matching the next and then the next until she pulled out a dagger and held it to my throat. What a magnificent creature indeed. Maybe she'll bring me to the queen.

"Name" she spat when i didn't answer she dug the knife into my skin, nicking it. I could feel the blood slowly dripping making its way underneath down down down my dirtied tunic.

" you're name, what is your fucking name.'' her eyes were filled with rage, her breath ragged. I Could feel the heat of her anger, the sheer heat of it made me tell her my name before she actually completed the job of slitting my throat and then I wouldn't have had the chance to reciprocate the gesture and get into the castle, Rykin'e.

"Thacher, but you can call me bloodied and handsome, " her eyes widened but she quickly hid it. She looked over her shoulder to a couple of her men and she nodded towards me.

"If you put up a fight with them,'' the more she threatened, the closer she got to my face or at least as close as she could get with the sword in between us. "I will find you and I will kill you, Thatcher.'' she spat my name out like poison to the tongue. The men took me away, one putting my hands behind my back and the other tying rope around my wrists.

"Careful boys i bruise easily.'' as I looked over to smile at them I could feel the blood that had dried on my face as it tightened around my mouth. They grunted, the rope getting tighter. I could feel the oncoming rope burns. I kept talking wondering if they spoke theron at all and apparently they don't because what came out of their mouths next, i have never heard in my life.

"Dont'e vi' akah?'' They just laughed at each other.

"Can't you people speak common bloody tongue?" I spat at the men who held the rope around my wrists, glared, and yanked me. I hovered over one of them by a couple of inches but I didn't let his height take away from the strength he held.

The girl was off killing the rest of my men, my father's men, Que'sandar. In all honestly, they were never made for the battlefield. Just a bunch of fishermen, farmers, and blacksmiths. Just every man over the age of eighteen and under the age of fifty. Perfect for my cause. All my father's one hundred and eighty are gone, obliterated and now I'm going to be taken to my doom and my possible freedom.  I watched as she swung her sword left and right. calculated, swift and crisp. I watched as her bronzed hand gripped the sword's handle, spinning, moving to the winter breeze around us. Dancing around her kill, teasing, playing. Waiting for him to try then going in for the kill. He groaned in pain as her sword slowly slid out of his midsection. She leaned, whispering something into his ear before fully pulling it out and moving onto the next man and then the next.

I stood hands still behind my back, still listening to the men that held me captive talk. The mess of a language seemed quite harsh to a foreigner's ear. Trying and trying very hard to grasp even the tiniest word, the man who tied the rope around my wrist spoke.

"You look like you're about to shit yourself mate.'' they both laughed. I was surprised that they could speak the common tongue of Theron.

"Now you look like you actually took a shit on yourself.'' the guy toppled over laughing while the other man rolled his eyes at his companion. "Dylon'' the man had grabbed and scalded him in his ear. The man straightened up. He fixed his composure and the grip on the rope tightened.

She came back over, black waved hair matted to her face and neck. When her eyes landed on me, they glared. Something told me that it won't be an easy time in the care of the Akon'ey people. She spoke in her tongue.

"Wak henna et veknah van hollo in veit fin.'' her men didn't move, they were in shock. Her eyes were on me the entire time as she spoke to her men, a menacing stare. The sheer power of her perfect skills in fighting. When she stepped up they were forced into submission.

" yes, Queen Adaya,'' they said in unison. It all came flying quickly for me to grasp. Adaya, the Aadya Vanheelah. Her father was king Omur. The man my father killed. The man she watched died.  She is the princess warrior I was told to watch for. The warrior who does not show mercy to anyone kills whoever is in her way.

I am going to die by the hands of this woman. The greatest warrior to have ever graced the great sea of  Calcua.

I told her to call me bloodied and handsome. I definitely have a high chance of dying before nightfall,

But it was worth the risk....

***

It's dark, so dark I can not see my fingers, my breath echoes off the hard walls. The floors are cold and the air is damp. I'm not sure how long it's been but I can feel the bread growing on my face. I assume it's been a while. The door was beginning to open which meant it was time to eat but I wasn't hungry not for it, the stale bread and leftover meat. The light hurt my eyes and I turned my head down. With a 'Clank' to the floor, a woman's voice appeared,

"Here, eat, and then tell me everything." I picked my head up, it's her. It was the ruler of all four kingdoms. The daughter of the late king, who my father had killed all for a throne that would have never been his.
Looking into her eyes,
I told her everything.

A/N

Dont'e vi' akah - This shit head huh?

Wak henna et veknah van hollo in veit fin -  take the traitor to the dungeon to rot

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. I was honestly so scared to publish this because I'm falling more in love with the story as I write it and i just want you all to love it too. if anyone has questions dm me or comment because I would be so happy to answer any.
Xo - mix1theory❤️