A boy raced through the cobbled streets, a sword the size of his lanky leg strapped to his waist. He wore a cloak made of raven's feathers, and the cape nearly blended into his dark hair. He stopped for a moment, breathless, and wiped his brow, peering an eye out to see if anyone was chasing him.
When he was certain he was alone, he slid down until he sat on the ground, leaning back against the wall and sighing. He lifted off his hood, revealing chocolate-brown eyes circled with purple and blue. He rubbed his face and unsheathed his sword, gripping the hilt with white knuckles. He didn't dare touch the blade, for dark shadows swathed its rusted and chipped edge. Dark, dried blood still covered its sides from its last victims. His lips curled up cruelly as he remembered their screams. Why should Dave have a family if he can't? How much more special is he? If only he could've gotten to his mother before being whisked away by the impending doom of capture.
He tapped his fingers on the ground while he rested, hoping he had made it to his destination: Everdalia. He's heard rumors of a group that planned to overthrow the other kingdoms of Old Nether, give the Enders the victory they deserve. When he was younger, he doubted they could've won. Even if he was born a Finisver, one of the many species of Old Ender, he always looked up to the strong and brave Porcuses, or the swift and agile Stridors. But now, he wanted them to pay.
He sheathed his sword again, standing up and looking around. His eyes fell on a brick that made up a house where he leaned. If you were walking past, you would never notice it. But if you paused, you could see a sliver of light shining through the smallest crack in the brick. He peered at the light, trying to pry the crack apart to maybe try and get inside the secret room.
Suddenly, he was pulled away from the crack and knocked against the opposite wall, bashing his head. He slid down and grabbed the back of his skull, wincing in pain. Two other men came into view, and the first pressed a crossbow to his forehead.
"What are you doing here?" He growled, and Vincent could see a thin tail flicking angrily behind him. The second said nothing, but brandished his own weapon, a spear tipped with diamond.
"I-" he started, but was cut off by the man.
"Don't tell me you're with that accursed King Zak," He spat. The tip of his arrow pressed deeper in his head, and he hissed in pain.
"I'm not," he said. "I'm actually trying to get away from him and King David."
The tail froze, and the crossbow dropped and pointed at his Sword of Shadows. "Finisver, eh?" The man chuckled, and he helped the boy up. "Zelk." He stuck out his hand, and Vincent shook it lightly. "That's Mega. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't need to, though. I can understand him fine."
He glanced at Mega, then turned his gaze back to Zelk. "Those aren't your real names, right? Even in Stridor I doubt anyone has such an absurd name."
Zelk laughed. "No, these aren't our real names. For privacy, code names. And it's cool!" His tail flicked happily. "So, kid, what's your name?"
"V-" he started, but paused. "a6d. Yeah, a6d. Can't tell you my real name, for privacy reasons," he quoted.
"Alright, kid. Nice. You wanna help us? Two men can't take down an entire empire, but maybe two men and a child can. What do you say?" He lowered his hand so it was level with his. "Wanna help get rid of Zak once and for all?"
Vincent's brow furrowed in thought. Zak was close with Dave, closer than friends if he wasn't mistaken. Joining these two could help get him closer to Dave and avenging his mother. "Deal." He shook his hand.
"Attaboy! Now follow me. We got some planning to do." He stuck his hand on the brick that Vincent has examined, and the other bricks fell away to reveal a dark tunnel leading to a small war room.
As they got into the light, their bodies were revealed. Zelk seemed part leopard, with a Saint Nicolas hat, some kind of Christmas sweater with an S on it, and polka-dotted shorts and pink fuzzy slippers. It was a very bizarre outfit.
Mega, on the other hand, had a simple blue striped tunic and dark grey pants, with green shoes and a striped green scarf that covered his mouth. His dark, dusty-brown hair hung over his eyes, and a dark birthmark covered the left side of his face.
"Welcome to InvadetheLands headquarters!" Zelk exclaimed, sitting at the head chair and getting darkly serious. "Let's get started."
YOU ARE READING
Blood for the Blood Gods: A Skepnoblade Fanfic (ON HIATUS)
Fanfiction✨𝐴 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝐴𝑈✨ In times of old, there was a ruthless king named Dave. He was so skilled with a blade that he was nicknamed by the locals, Technoblade. His best friend, King Zak of the Adamas, was crafty and swift, using his unassuming but...
