DreamCore and L'Manburg. Two rival kingdoms that break into battle when one sends a threat and attacks the other.
Many think L'Manburg has the upper hand in the battle, considering they have The Blade on their side, who knows his way around a sword like the back of his own hand.
However, others say DreamCore has the upper hand, because they have the infamous Theseus on their side, who everybody fears. Yes, his name is stolen from Greek mythology, but it suits him quite well. This man is not the best with swords, but he can shoot a mean arrow.
Theseus is a strange fellow. Nobody knows what he looks like, for he always wears a mask and a deep red, hooded cape. His outfit consists of his cape, knee-high brown leather boots, black leggings, and a long sleeved red and white shirt. Along with the mask, of course, which is the same color of his cape and has strings of white pearls hanging from the mask.
All anybody knows of him is his blonde fluffy hair that peaks from underneath his hood, and his bright blue eyes.
And also, his ability to be stupidly fast and slippery.
Now back to The Blade. Ah, The Blade, the Blood God, if you will. He's fought with Theseus twice in the past, and Theseus's body language, to him, is a bit...odd. People assume Theseus is at least twenty-five years of age because of his intense fighting skills, but in reality, he's a bit small for that. When you're up close to him, enough to where you can analyze him without getting an arrow through your head, he looks quiet thin for twenty-five.
Of course, though, you cannot fight in battles unless you are at least twenty, so The Blade guesses he is just a small guy.
But is he?
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TW//
Cussing
Violence
War
Injuries
Blood
Capturing
etc...
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Started: March 13, 2023
Finished: April 19, 2023
(I don't think I've ever took this long to write a fic π )
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Tommy had just recently moved homes. The one he left was one full of memories. Not good ones, but not necessarily bad ones, either.
He didn't have much to live for at his old home, so he moved in hope of starting over and meeting new people. He had no more family, and his school friends had long moved on from him. In fact, the only number in his contacts was his mum's who was long passed away.
Tommy was young (sixteen, to be exact) and he often forgot things. Usually just as simple as forgetting to do the laundry, or forgetting to reply to a notification on his phone that he received three seconds prior. Simple things that didn't matter.
This time, though, he forgot to charge his phone before leaving his new, barely furnished apartment. He didn't think much of it. If it died, it died. No biggie, right? He figured he'd be alright for an hour or so without his phone.
That is, until he got lost in the large, unfamiliar town that he definitely didn't even slightly know the layout of.
He didn't know where he was or how to get back to his apartment, especially without a GPS.
And then, when it definitely couldn't get worse, it began to rain.
Tommy was soaked. He was cold, hungry.
He cut into an alley and sat down against a brick wall, curled up on himself.
He sat there for a while, and then heard footsteps. It was three men. The older one crouched down in front of him.
"You look awful...Come with us, mate."
But Tommy didn't want to.
These people felt...off.
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TW//
Cussing
Kidnapping
Injuries
Manipulation
Stockholm syndrome
Drugging someone
etc...
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Started: May 10, 2023
Finished: August 5, 2023
(This took way too long π)