A War Worth Fighting |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter 1: One Agreement and A Lifetime of Adventure

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  Life sucks.

Sucks ass, balls, dick, and he could go on, but he'd rather not.

Killua came to that conclusion many times. But this time, the goddesses decided to assassinate him with a bird the size of a pelican, which should've been nothing. He fought in countless wars, assissated higher ups across the planet, birds aren't the problem here. 

The problem:  his pouch filled with numerous explosive crystals.

 Before he could process what happened, his ass exploded out of the tree and landed in some-sort of glowing well. He spit some of the liquid that leaked in the crevices of his mouth, the bitter taste everlasting on his tongue.

  He left his family years ago...well, he left the property. There's no telling if it's possible to permanently leave. He could leave for one year, come back the next, or even never return. Regardless, he knew he remained in shackles and chains trailing behind every path he chose. Leaving the Zoldycks? Yeah right. He wouldn't be in this situation now if he truly left his past behind. 

  He sighed. Mission failed. Most of the malerite he collected ignited with the fall. How would he pay for food now? It's not like he can keep slinking past borders. The Northern Kingdoms is a contested territory, he wouldn't want his careless actions to change that. Solve fighting, not through assassination, not through more killing unless absolutely necessary, and not through money. Yet here he was, indirectly complying with his family's wanting by selling a powerful stone and collecting it from enemy territories. 

   Leaving the Zoldycks? Impossible. You can walk out any time, but you can never leave. 

   His ears perked when a rustle of leaves sounded from his right. He needs to get out of here as soon as possible.

   "That's not something you see every day." Pointed ears and ebony hair peeked from a pinkish bush. 

   Shit.

   The forest elf now fully revealed himself, a smirk lacing his lips.

   The mage instantly searched for malevolence, suspicion, anything that supported his hypothesis of instant death.

The stranger displayed no signs of hostility, "Is everything okay?" He voiced out in concern with an undertone of amusement, which Killua immediately labeled as mockery.

What. Out of every possible word in the two languages Killua's fluent in, 'okay' successfully described the exact opposite of reality. "What type of stupid question is that? Everything is terrible!" He exclaimed, and to make matters worse, the bird-that-appeared-from-nowhere swan dived, aiming for Killua's head, and cawing obnoxiously. Killua knew better than to kill the thing on the spot. Forest elves weren't a hostile species to visitors, but if an idiot does something harmful to nature, that will quickly change and not in a pleasant way, to say the least. It was bad enough that one of them caught him trying to take a fragment of malerite.

The stranger held his arms out for the creature to land on, in which the beast obliged.

Killua's muscles felt weak, each movement in strain. Great, he's completely out of energy. His dead body is going to be sent back to Podokia with bird feathers and burnt marks on the clothing scraps near his ass. Killua glanced at his surroundings. He never would've begun to imagine that somewhere so beautiful existed. The sky shaded violet with a pink undertone. Overgrowth almost looked purposeful as vines perfectly swirled around branches with white flowers dappled across the forest floor. 'Tis a fine place to die, Killua thought to himself.