Half a heart, half a crown

F I F T Y F O U R

I tucked away my long wavy hair into a golden helmet that belonged to King Devilon from which I had stolen it from last night once he fell asleep. With heavy metal suit weighed over me, I managed to stand tall without any struggle. I, carefully, secured in my golden sword into my scabbard, in hope that I will succeed. 

Here we go.

I stepped out with all of the amount of aura I had left within me, which was not very much due to my slight nervosity. The most rhythmic organ pumped and beat expediously inside my chest the moment I saw endless soldiers surrounding me. A glimpse of hope washed over me.

I can do it.

I watched as Queen Alizarin gave me a reassuring smile, which made me feel a slight bit better. 

It was still early in the morning, too early perhaps. The sun has not rise and the birds have not chirp yet. While the soldiers of Emercidin came breaking in the kingdom, into each place inside the palace, I watched as some soldiers of Devilonio fought back.

Although some are willing to help us, only those some are allowed to know because I know how most of them respect King Devilon even if it meant they have to suffer all day. 

Screams and shouts were heard, pulsing out veins through my ears. The horrific view of blood filled my vision as I witnessed the killing of one another. 

My breath hitched in my throat as I recalled the first time I had ever fought. This was so similar and nerve wracking, but the difference? This time my rival is King Devilon. I know what I am asking for when I made this decision. I am trying to play with fire knowing so well I will get burnt, but isn't this a part of life? I'd rather throw myself in front of the blade, than to watch my people suffer further. 

"Ahhh!!" Agony screams invaded my ears.

Let's go.

"KILLLLL!!!" I screamed through the roar of crowds, leading the soldiers into the main entrance, trying to kill off every disobedient guards.

Moving past countless of dead bodies, I managed to add more to the pile.

Constant fighting and yelling continued on as I neared the palace. My heart leaped across my chest in nervosity but not because I am afraid of failing but because of meeting the familiar silver orbs staring back at me with disappoinment.

Breaking through the massive door, we parted ways through different rooms and places. A few men and I slipped through the secret weapons' room and took all of the sharp weapons with us. Just as I bend down to pick another sword, a flicker of light reachd my eyes. Suddenly, guilt floated in chest.

"Please save him."

"He needs you."

I shook the thoughts off me and put the torquoise heart pendant back into my pocket.

I am saving him, old lady.

and by saving him, he needs to be dead because that way

he'll be with you.

Before I knew it, we began fighting again. A whole lot of mess was made, broken chandeliers, shattered glasses, countless debris, endless blood shed across the hall. Shriek of cries echoed constantly and the clangour of swords were heard every where non-stop.

With one swift move, I cut across one of the rebels' chest, splashing out blood onto me. The metallic taste invaded my tastebud, as I continued on slashing out chests. I was never the one to be afraid of blood. I admit I was brave, even braver than my brother but the what I lacked was leadership because the amount of humanity within me, stops me for leading the country in the right way. I needed to change that.

"GO!!!" My throat felt dry, but I did not stop. I needed to finish. I needed to gain back my leadership.

My beloved brother, I am almost close to succeed. I will avenge for you and our family. I will not let anyone step over me again.

Four years ago, I was naive and innocent. I was too young to know what was human and what was inhuman. I was pushed easily into a hell hole I did not sign for. I did a lot of things that I regret but there is one decision that I did not regret was my crowning decision. I am glad I was crowned and I am glad I entered the war. I am willing to give out every ounce of me just to have my kingdom back.

I will succeed.

I will make myself proud.

A loud thud met my ears.

There was silence. The clangour of swords had died away, the shouting of the slaughter was hushed, the room was dead silent.

I was alone. I was alone in this hall. Everyone was dead. I had, indeed, killed every single one of them.

My eyes landed on the broken pot on the ground. A tiny pink flower visible through the stem. My beloved plant. It grew.

The suffocation I had felt at the moment was surreal. So many emotions flashed through me, into my veins and arteries. The tangled mess of my mind poking me every time I breathed. My vision was far close from clear. The grip of my sword loosened slightly. 

With a slight gulp in my throat, I slowly moved my eyes up.

The familiar tantalizing silver eyes locked into mine. He was still in his night clothes. His hair was disheveled, dark circles around his eyes, slight wrinkles on his forehead.

The man that stood in front of me right now, was also the man who love me so much. I could tell, I could feel it. The man who once tortured me with all his might, love me with everything that he had. He is the reason of my open heart; he is the reason I did all this.

The feeling that I had felt at the moment all feels too familiar. I do know what it is and I know it is for sure, not regret, but heartbreak.

My heart ache to the point where I could feel the depths of my soul.