"This is a story of a once mighty Kingdom of fae, werewolves and many others, and it's fall. It's King slain, the prince young and outnumbered, and boarders infiltrated. The young Prince Kai, witnessing his father's, King Simon, death on his fourteenth birthday. Can the younger prince take back his country? Can he live up to the expectations of his people?" The elder woman asks the children and young adults.
"I hope I do." rumbles a scarred young man half wrapped in bandages. "Or things are going to get a lot worse." He says walked out of the wise women's tent glancing straight at a young man. "You coming? We have a lot to." He demanded and the young man got up with a faint smile. "Yes my king."
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I stood proudly with my sword drawn. I had failed in finding my second mate, but I would die and be reunited with Alex while fighting for my country and king. We would either win, or we would all die trying.
Species of all kinds and forms stood side by side, ready to defend their home and ways of life from the tyrant Kasen of Fall. My burned body wasn't the only severely injured here, not by far, but we were here to even the odds. Kasen would fall.
The battle cry rang out, and we charged for Kasen's army, injuring who we could and trying not to kill on contact. Kasen held something all of these people loved, and they were being forced to fight on his behalf.
A howl sounded to my left, strong and powerful. Our King. A flash of red and white verified it and I swung at my opponents leg. King Kai was here fighting next to us, being the best he could be. He will win back our country.
Suddenly I caught sight of his beautiful blue and silver eyes, startling against his red and white coat, sleek fur showing his powerful muscle tone and build. Something scratched at the back of my head, and he took a step closer. Then it clicked. He, he was my second mate.... and he was about to be killed. A man raised his sword and slashed down, and I looked away.
Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly.
"I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation.
"And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness.
"I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again.
He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them.
"Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time.
His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words.
"Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain."
I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture.
A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle.
Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.