Fighting History

Chapter 12:Fight of our Lives

pssst, another song inspired chapter

I'm considering changing the title of this thing. Ideas/opinions?

It was a long walk to get to the main Mir kingdom, giving the three plenty of time to plan. This also gave the King Harrol and Krylas to plan. Janus had delivered a message that he had Roman, and if the Mirian king wanted to see him again, he had to come. Without any guards. If he didn't arrive in 10 days, Roman would be killed and the Kryla would attack the main Mirian town.

Nine days passed before Roman, Virgil and Patton arrived in the main town, Malus. The streets were crowed, and heavily guarded. Roman knew he had to reach his dad without being seen, or the warning would be too late. Or not even listened to. Not to mention Virgil had to be very careful due to his eyes. And if you looked close enough his wings were lightly visible. This, was going to be very hard.

The hood trick had worked before, but the guards in Malus were much more strict. They had to avoid anywhere a guard was, or there was no doubt they would be caught. Finally, after taking way to many back alleys, they reached the castle. Strangely, the king was in front of it, talking to a group of guards.

Without thinking Roman raced forward. "Dad!" He yelled, gaining the attention of literally everyone around him. Patton rushed after him, startled. Virgil cursed under his breath before following.

"Roman?" King Harrol said, a grin spreading across his face. "How did you escape so fast?" He glanced back at Patton and Virgil. "Did Logan not?"

Roman's face fell, as did the other two's. "We were fighting the Kryla... and he died..." Patton answered. King Harrol's smile faded.

"Ah... He was a good lad... We shall mourn him properly. But first, how did you escape the Kryla in ten days? We were told you had been with them since you had gone missing."

Roman looked back at his friends, then at his dad, confused. "We got out after only one night. We've been traveling here since then..."

King Harrol clenched his fists. "Those lying Kryla. I should have never believed monsters like them." Virgil winced, making sure no one could clearly make out his eyes.

"Excuse me your majesty, but the Kryla will attack soon. We just barely won before..." Patton spoke up, shifting closer to Virgil. "And er, not all of them are so bad."

King Harrol frowned. "Patton, are you feeling alright? You know the Kryla are evil and deserved to be wiped from this island. I have never meant one good Kryla."

 Virgil tensed, doubt crowding his mind. Despite the lack of plants, the voices got louder. Janus was right, the Mirians were just as bad as before. And Virgil was siding with them.

"I have," Roman's voice cut through Virgil's thoughts. "We wouldn't have escaped if it weren't for a Kryla. And a lot of them are just normal, and just want to be able to live normally." He was glaring at his dad, jaw clenched and fists curled.

King Harrol looked at him, surprised. A spark of pride shone in his eyes. "It seems you've grown, my son," He smiled a bit, then looked at Virgil. "I haven't caught your name, and what town are you from?"

"Virgil sir, Virgil Storm," Virgil answered, and with a deep breath he brought his gaze to Harrol's. This exposed his clearly not Mirian eyes. "And... I'm from the Kryla tribe." His voice came out much stronger than he expected.

The King's eyes widened, hand drifting to his sword. "Roman... Give me one reason I should trust this... Kryla." The word seemed to hurt him to say.

Patton shifted in front of Virgil, and Roman crossed his arms, looking down at his father. "He has fought his own dad to bring me here. He risked everything to save a kingdom that cast his people out. If anything, he should be wondering why he should trust YOU." 

King Harrol looked from his son, then to Virgil. After a few seconds his hands returned to his sides. "If you trust him, I suppose I can too." He nodded slowly.

Patton returned to standing besides Virgil. "So what now?"

Virgil looked towards the woods, eyes narrowing. "We prepare for the fight of our lives."

Across a field Logan was moving as quickly as he could towards Malus. he had restocked on supplies, and bandaged his wounds. When falling he had just managed to catch himself, but hadn't seen Virgil trying to find him due to this mist. After the the battle ending he pulled himself up and returned to the inn, only to find his friends gone.

Then the Konsos informed him, and off Logan went. He was a day away from Malus, maybe less if he could keep up this place. During his travel he met Remus, who joined him in walking.

Remus had left the Kryla tribe just after the attack on Bezo, and had tried to find the others. He knew he couldn't go into Bezo though. He had seen Logan leaving and decided that it was good enough.

The two had been traveling together since then, and had started to get along surprisingly. Still, there was that tension that still needed to be melted, but both knew that the fight was coming. And both knew exactly what side they would be on.

In the woods, Janus was pacing around his house, worry haunting him. Outside troupes were going through last minute training, and all others were hiding away inside. This was his last shot at helping his people, but something just felt wrong here...

Remus had gone missing, and Smith was busy training the troupes. This left Janus all alone, and for the first time, doubt settled in. he kept thinking about what Virgil had said. All that he had done in the last few weeks.

Janus hated doubt. He had been raised to only be certain of himself.  He had to make his people feel safe, but ever since the Mirians had been caught in the woods, no one had felt truly safe.

With a hiss Janus slammed his fist onto the windowsill, making the rotten wood dent even more. This was the right thing to do. The Kryla needed to be freed again. Janus stood, glaring around the room. It was the only way.

One group of people in a strong kingdom, one group traveling the field, and one person alone, filled with doubt and fear.

Each doing what Virgil had said, preparing for the fight of their lives.