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Bloodshed: Part 1 - Sam

Welcome to the beginning of Bloodshed in collaboration with @losfacedevil! Here we kick it off with Sam. If you've read Boar's Head Inn and/or The Archer written by Crystal, then you probably have an idea of what this will contain. But if you need a refresher, then keep on reading!

Characters: Sam Kiszka x Serena (oc) Warnings: Mostly fluff. Language. Allusions to killing and death.

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Sam was on high alert.

His eyes scanned through the trees in the forest in which he stood. His ears were perked up, every single one of his senses in overdrive as he ran through the forest he thought was never ending. He knew the beast was hot on his heels having taken off at a run when Sam tripped over its sleeping form.

He was beginning to regret choosing the bow and arrows as his weapon for this trip, wishing that he had opted for the baldric with his sword instead. The quiver sat comfortably across his shoulder, the tail end of the arrows sitting just in his line of sight as he looked over his shoulder.

The jaguar he had encountered was coming up on him fast, its amber eyes glistening in the morning light. Sam froze in place, reaching a hand up very slowly to draw an arrow from the quiver as he calculated the movements he would have to make. He swung his bow around from its resting place on his shoulder, slowly nocking the arrow in place.

The animal slunk forward slowly, nose turned to the wind as he took in Sam’s scent. It bared its teeth, sinking down onto its front paws. Sam lifted his bow, pulling back on the string of it and sent the arrow flying. A growl emanated from the jaguar as the arrow missed him by mere inches.

“Shit.”

Sam took off at a run, struggling to toss his bow back over his shoulder in his dash to get away from the angered animal. His breath was held in his chest as he jumped over a prominent tree root in his path. Making quick work of his movements he threw the hood of his tunic up over his head and ducked in between the trees, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He pressed his back to a nearby tree, eyes trained on the path he had just scurried up, watching for any signs of life. His eyes fluttered shut softly as he leaned his head back against the bark, letting his bow slide down his arm as he let his guard down. He slid down the length of the tree and pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he laid his cheek against them. He took solace in the quiet and the thought that the wolf had turned its attention elsewhere; that was until —

Crunch.

The sounds of leaves being crushed under somethings feet cause his head to snap up and he reached over to the small knife that was on his belt. He stood slowly, peering in the direction the jaguar had been before slowly spinning in a circle scanning his surroundings. She peered around the tree to her left, bow drawn and arrow nocked as her eyes landed on the hooded figure. He stood with his feet shoulder length apart and his hand wrapped around the handle of a small hunting blade.

She took another step forward, the sound of her boots against the dry leaves laying on the ground causing his head to snap in her direction. She took cover behind the tree again not wanting him to see her. Pulling his knife off of his belt he held it out in front of him and took a step in the general direction of her hiding place.

“Who goes there?” His voice was barely a whisper, throwing a glance over his shoulder in the direction he’d last seen the jaguar. She stepped out from behind the tree and drew her bow once more, holding it up in front of her as she put pressure on the string.

“I should be asking you that, this is not your territory solider.”

Sam froze in place as she came into view, his eyes growing wide and the grip on his knife tightening as he took a step back. She made no move, keeping pressure on her bow as she assessed him.

“What business have you here?” She straightened slightly, flipping her hair out of her eyes as she lined up the arrow in his direction.

He sheathed his blade, swinging his bow around in front of him before quickly pulling an arrow from the quiver and nocked it. Both of them stood in a fighting stance, feet shoulders width apart, back straight and eyes focused solely on the other.

“I veered off course late last night and was met with a jaguar, one who followed my every move and chased me farther into this uncharted territory.”

Her eyes flickered to where her jaguar companion now lay, the same one she was sure he was met with in the early morning hours. He watched as her guard began to falter, letting the bow drop slightly before her focus fell back on him.

“Styx is harmless unless provoked, have you provoked him?” Her voice was soft, fully aware he must have done something to cause Styx to react the way he had. Turning her attention back to the intruder at hand she pulled her bow fully back up into place, but let the arrow fall slack.

Sam dropped his bow fully, removing the arrow from the string and sheathed it into the quiver, deeming her a safe person. A sheepish gaze kissed his eyes as he reached up and removed the hood of his tunic.

“I may have shot an arrow at him. I’m in unknown territory with an unknown jaguar on my heels, I thought he was viscous.”

He reached up and pulled his long chestnut brown hair into a faux ponytail, resting his hand on the back of his neck as if soaking up the nervous sweat that lay there. She let her eyes wander briefly, taking in his features; his long chestnut brown hair, strong facial structure and the downturn of his eyes indicating exactly which territory he belonged to.

“You don’t belong here solider, they’ll kill you if they know you’re lurking.” Her tone remained soft, eyes scanning her surroundings. Sam threw his hands up in surrender, the easier way for him to show he meant no harm to her territory.

“I was misguided in my journey, this is not my home and I’m unsure of the way back. Would you be willing to point me in the right direction?”

Sam stayed glued to the spot where he stood, hands never being lowered for fear she would think he was drawing a weapon. She wracked her brain, knowing the sun would be setting soon and it wouldn’t be safe for him to venture any further into the forest alone.

An idea popped into her head, a favor an inn owner owed her seemingly being the answer to his situation. She crossed her arms over her chest, shifting her weight to one foot as she looked him over once more. To the naked eye he seemed harmless, but her gut told you otherwise; he was capable of many crude and unspeakable things.

“Too late to point you anywhere, you’ll be eaten out in these woods at night. Consider yourself lucky the only animal you ran into last night was Styx.”

The jaguars head popped up at the mention of his name, his eyes scanning his surroundings and quickly landing on Sam. The jaguar pounced to his feet, baring his teeth as he slunk forward. She quickly stepped in front of the animal, shielding the solider from an attack that would quickly put him six feet under.

“It’s okay, Styx, he is friend, not food.” She turned slightly, eyeing the animal as he sunk into a seated position. Turning back to Sam she shook her head, a gentle roll of her eyes sealing the deal.

“Silly Spring realm townshipper, how have you found yourself here? Tangled up with someone who could have your head on a silver platter if she wanted to?”

Her feet brought her closer to him of their own accord, slowly sauntering over to him as she slung her bow safely back over her shoulder. Sam began backing up, his hands still within sight as his back crashed into a nearby tree.

“You’re lucky it’s me you’ve run into, because anyone else here would have sent you flying the moment they spotted you.”

She was toe to toe with him now, her neck craned backwards as she looked up at the man who towered above her. His whole body shook as he cowered against the tree.

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded his head slightly, the fear prominent in his gaze. She took one last once over of him, crossing her arms over her chest as she took a step back.

“What’s your name solider?”

He swallowed thickly, running a hand back through his now sweat dampened hair. His eyes landed on the jaguar sat just behind her, another wave of fear engulfing his senses before he spoke.

“Kiszka, Sam.”

She took a step forward, reaching up and grasping his chin with her index finger and thumb. His eyes quickly found her, fixated solely on how big your pupils had grown.

“Well Kiszka, you’re in luck. I have someone who owes me a favor that can give you a room for the night — only because I’m asking them nicely. So pull any funny business and I’ll let Styx eat you for breakfast. Follow me.”

She nodded in the direction she was headed, waiting only for Styx to rise and come up on her flank before setting off. Sam followed at a safe distance behind her, his eyes dancing all around the forest as to not bring any more attention to himself.

“What business have you here? You never answered my question.” She shot a glance over her shoulder, slowing her walk to a near snails pace as the tall boy caught up to her and comfortably fell into step at her right flank.

“I have no business here. The forest at night is not a safe place to be and I misjudged the timing of the light. I became lost late into the night and your buddy Styx found me early this morning. He’s been following me ever since. But then I lost sight of him and ended up tripping over him and that’s when he came after me.”

She nodded her head, his timeline made sense, as did the reason Styx charged him. A comfortable silence fell over the both of them as they continued their journey into town, glancing over her shoulder every once in a while to make sure he was still behind her.

“Now you need to know they’re going to question your motive and will most likely have someone stand guard outside your door. You may be innocent but you’re not from here and worse? You’re from the rival realm. We’re going to be lucky she lets you say under her roof.”

Sam pondered everything that had happened in the past few hours. He wasn’t sure why she was being nice to him or why she was trying to help him. He was grateful she hadn’t put an arrow through his skull and had deemed him as safe as she could.

“I don’t want to risk getting you in trouble. Just point me in the direction of the Spring realm and I’ll be on my way.”

She shook your head as she walked up the steps to the Wild Boars Inn, shooting him a look over her shoulder as she pulled the door open. Inside was warm, lit fully by candles and one singular overhead light. Tables were strewn about the room, long forgotten dinner plates still sat upon them. She made her way over to the room on her right, knocking lightly against the door frame before making her entrance.

“Mabel my dear, I need you take you up on that favor.” She cooed, twirling her hair around her finger in the most innocent way.

Old lady Mabel turned slightly in her seat pulling her glasses down her nose and she stared at her over the frames. She gave her a once over, taking in her appearance before her eyes landed on Sam standing sheepishly in the door way.

“He is not one of us, Serena.” She nodded towards Sam, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, about him.” Mabel shook her head, her eyes never leaving Sam’s face.

“Absolutely not, you don’t know what he’s capable of. He will not be staying in my inn.” She stomped her foot like that of a toddler, moving her hands in shooing motions as if to make Sam leave.

“Mabel please, he’s gotten a little lost along his journey, was almost eaten by Styx and I almost put an arrow through his head. He just needs to stay the night and I’ll see him on his way home tomorrow.”

The older woman mulled over what Serena has said, her eyes never leaving Sam’s forlorn face. She shook her head slightly and threw her hands up in the air as she stood from where she sat.

“Fine, just one night and only because he looks so pitiful. Take him to your room.”

She turned on her heel and nodded to Sam, walking towards and brushing past him as Mabel sat back in her desk chair. Sam spun on his heel and jogged after her, taking the stairs two at a time until he met her on the landing.

“This is my room, just relax and don’t act out. I’ll be back in the morning.”

Sam nodded his head as she unlocked the door and stepped aside. A soft ‘thank you’ slipped past his lips as she closed the door behind him.

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Sam awoke in a panic, the sound of the bedroom door knob jiggling pulling him out of his slumber. Shooting out of bed he quickly fell to the floor, digging around the pile of his clothes for his knife. He stood to his full height, backing himself into the farthest corner of the room as the door swung open.

A scream escaped him as she walked through the door, clicking it shut softly behind her. He lowered his weapon, throwing his head back as a sigh of relief ripped through his chest. She shook her head at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she took in his appearance.

“You should have said you weren’t decent.” She mumbled, plopping down on the bed with her back to him. Sam snickered, tossing his knife on the bed before bending down to scoop up his clothing from the floor.

She turned where she sat, her eyes dancing up his almost fully exposed body as his attention was turned to the just beginning to rise sun outside of his window. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the girth of his arms, how the muscles pulled the skin taut just so. The way his disheveled hair fell over his shoulders but frizzed out in certain areas. How his body moved when he stretched out his sore muscles. The pang she felt in her chest warning her to get him out of her presence and fast.

“The sun isn’t even up yet, I was still asleep.” He groaned, slowly slipping his tunic on over his head. She sighed, turning so she was facing away from him once more.

“I told you I’d be back in the morning.” She mumbled, picking at the hem of her dress. Sam chuckled, shaking his head as he slipped effortlessly into his pants.

“Well yeah but I figured it would be when the sun came up, not at what four am?” He rolled his eyes, falling back into the bed after he was fully dressed. She peeked over her shoulder, shaking her head once more as she watched his eyes flutter shut.

“What are you doing?” She mumbled, shifting so she could face him better. He threw his arm over his eyes and a contented sigh slipped past his lips.

“Relaxing until the sun comes up, and I suggest you do too. It’s not safe in the woods until true dawn.”

She shook your head at the boy, his antics something she wasn’t used to. A sigh slipped past her lips as she stood, wrapping her hand around his wrist and tugged.

“Absolutely not, let’s go.”

She stalked out of the room and made her way down the stairs quickly, stalking out of the inn. Sam was hot on her heels, jogging to catch up to her as she quickly made her way to the woods.

“You were really gonna leave me to fend for myself?!” He yelled, struggling with his quiver as he tried to sling it over his shoulder. She shrugged her shoulders, turning and walking backwards as she watched him catch up with her.

“In all honesty I should have just let Styx eat you.” She chuckled, turning back around and continuing their journey into the woods.

They both walked in silence for a while with nothing but the crunch of the Earth beneath their feet filling the silence. Sam watched her intently, his eyes dancing up and down the length of her form as she walked, taking in the way her hips swayed just right in the dress she had chosen to wear. He pulled a deep breath in through his nose and shook his head, shaking the sinful thoughts that engulfed his mind away as she spoke up.

“You’re not far out from your land here, you were close last night but I wasn’t about to be the reason someone got eaten by a wolf out here.” She giggled, shrugging her shoulders as she turned left at a break in the trees.

“You don’t want me eaten by wolves but would let Styx eat me for breakfast?” She nodded, keeping your head down.

“You’d deserve it if I was telling Styx to eat you.”

Sam shook his head, fighting off the primal urges that overtook his senses. She could feel his gaze boring a hole into her backside, shaking her head lightly as she threw a look over her shoulder.

“So here’s the deal, you continue straight down this path and you’re going to walk straight into the Spring realm town square; and whatever you do? Don’t let me find you lost in these woods again, next time Styx might eat you before I can save you, solider.”

Sam nodded, slowing to a stop as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He pulled a deep breath in through his nose, taking a tentative step towards her. His eyes bore every single thought in his mind as his lips quirked up.

“You wouldn’t let Styx eat me or I wouldn’t be standing here now, would I?” She shook her head, reaching a hand out to push against his chest.

“You heard me, now get going.” She giggled, nodding in the direction of the Spring realm.

“Will I see you again?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest as he began walking backwards slowly. She shrugged her shoulders, waving him off as he got farther away.

“Who knows, these woods are vast. Maybe we’ll cross paths again.”

Sam nodded once as he turned on his heel and continued his walk back home. He shot a glance over his shoulder as he went, watching as her figure retreated back the way she had came.

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Bloodshed: Part 4 - Danny

Author's Note: This one is a little bit shorter but still a good way for you all to get a introduction to Daniel.

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of fighting. Nightmares. Allusions to death. Talks of war.

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Coming home from war should have happened with a nice greeting from his best friend and his brothers. Did that happen? No.. Instead he was greeted by the twins arguing and jabbing their swords at each other.

“Welcome Home, Daniel. Great to have you back, Daniel. Congratulations on winning the war.” Danny mimics in an exasperated tone. He flops down on the daybed and exhales deeply. “Great to be home everybody. Glad you missed me. Oh I’m good, just traumatized for life, but I'll be fine, thank you for asking.”

“Are you talking to yourself?” He hears Sam’s voice.

Danny lifts his head off of the daybed and looks over towards the door of his bedroom. “Does anybody ever knock? I know I’ve been gone for the better part of a year but this is still my place of residency.”

Sam holds up his hands and backs out of the bedroom. The sound of the bell ringing outside of Danny’s cottage makes him roll his eyes and picks himself up from the daybed. He pads his way to the door and pulled it open.

Sam greets him with a smile. “Hey pal! Mind if I come in?”

Danny rolls his eyes. “You fool..” He says allowing Sam back into his house.

Sam laughs as he steps through the threshold. “How’s it going?” He asks. “Though I’m sure I can guess from what I heard a little bit ago.”

Danny huffs and closes the door. “You would think that someone who won a war would be greeted with hugs and smiles, but was I? No.. I had to keep Jacob and Joshua from killing each other.” He sighs and folds his arms over his chest. “Where the hell were you, might I ask? They're your brothers, I am not their keeper.”

Sam shrugs his shoulders. “I was off completing my tasks, unlike those two. They never stop arguing.”

“It’s the stupid crown,” Danny says. “With the King’s health slowly getting worse, the two of them are butting heads even more.”

Sam nods his head and drops down onto the sofa. “Is it bad for me to say that I don’t want Joshua to be king?”

Danny shrugs his shoulders. “You know I will not pick sides, and neither should you.”

“But if you had to?” Sam inquires.

Danny shakes his head. “As I have said, I am staying out of it.”

“Soo.. Jacob?” Danny glares at Sam. “Okay, okay.” Sam sits up right on the sofa and reaches for an apple on the table. “I saw Iridessa in town today,” He says as he bites out a chunk today. “Still wanting to marry her?”

Danny nods his head. “I was going to ask her tonight.”

“T-Tonight?” Sam stammers. “Uh, you can’t..”

Danny’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean I can’t?”

“Uh well, the King, he wants to see you tonight. Discuss the details of the war.”

Danny furrows his eyebrows. “He never wants to do that.”

Sam shrugs his shoulders. “That’s just what I was told. Wants you in the grand hall by sunset,” Sam stands up from the sofa and heads for the door. “Oh,” He pauses with his hand resting in the handle. “Dress formal. Full suit and everything.”

Once the door is closed and Danny is alone in his own home, he falls onto the sofa groaning and resting his arm over his face.

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He’s never used to people bowing to him or showing any kind of respect. Tonight is not any different. Every person he walks by will bow or curtsey to him. He acknowledges them with a simple nod of his head and a kind smile. There is definitely something going on.

Approaching the large, ceiling tall double doors that lead into the grand ballroom, he is met with two guardsmen. Why he has to meet the king here instead of the throne room is beyond him. He hears a few whispers of his name before three loud thumps hit the floor on the other side of the doors. His eyebrows furrow but he quickly eases his face as his name is loudly announced inside of the ballroom.

“It is my great pleasure,” He hears the king’s boom. “To welcome back home from war.. Sir Daniel Wagner!” The doors swung wide open and he met with the full of high class guests as well as the whole royal family standing side by side on the altar. Sam is grinning widely, showing all of his teeth while the twins are standing beside each other and seemingly not bickering. Everyone bows to Daniel, following the lead of the royal family.

He walks through the crowd until he approaches the bottom step of the altar. The king takes a few steps down towards Danny and draws his sword.

“It is with great honor and pleasure for I, your king, to bestow upon you the knighthood of the Spring realm. You have fought alongside your fellow kin in this war against the pirates and you have been victorious. Is it because of you that we have made peace with their realm and it is also because of you, Sir Daniel, that our kingdom and realm is now safe once again.”

Cheers and applause erupt all around. Danny bows to the king before turning towards the people and bowing to them as well.

“And.. I am pleased to now award you with this gift.. Please stay in the position that you are..”

He hears shuffling behind him followed by a few surprised gasps from the people that crowd the ballroom. Upon his head, he feels cold metal being laid upon his curls. The freezing cold seeps through his skin and fills every inch of his body.

“We have ruled alongside the Winter realm for thousands of years.. Just over twenty years ago, they had lost their ruler and the heir to their throne and depended on the Spring realm to aid them in survival. After a lengthy discussion with the council of both our realms, we have come to the conclusion to award Sir Daniel with the position to rule the Winter realm in all of its glory. And with the responsibility of this new role comes the powers that are bestowed upon its people. He is now in possession of both Spring and Winter powers.”

His veins run cold with the mixture of water and ice, filling his body and overtaking the warmth that Spring had given him. He lifts his head, looking out over the sea of people. They all gaze upon in awe and wonder as they witness the crowning of a new king for the Winter Realm. History being sealed in the timeline right before their very eyes. Soon cheers and applause fill the room once more as they welcome this change and embrace it with praise.

A hand collapses onto his shoulder and he turns his head to see Sam beaming at him. “Congratulations brother. You’ve earned it.” He takes a step back and bows so low. If he went any further, his head would most certainly touch the granite floors.

“Now, without further ado,” The king announces. “Let’s celebrate and feast.”

Music begins to play from the orchestra in the balcony high above the crowd. All three boys crowd around him, congratulating him and also teasing him in all the brotherly fashion. After a bit he excuses himself and makes his way across the ballroom and towards Iridessa who awaits him at the tables with a bright smile on her face.

“Your Majesty..” She says as she bows to him.

“Please, my love,” He says, reaching out for her hand. “You need not bow to me.”

“But you are king, Daniel. It is out of respect.”

“I realize that, but you are not required to do such a thing. I am still the same Daniel you’ve always known, just with a crown on my head.” Her soft giggles draw a smile to his face and he lifts her hand to place a soft kiss upon her delicate skin. “May I ask something of you, Iridessa?”

“Of course,” She says.

“I made a promise to you that when I came back, I would take you as mine.” He holds her hands gently within his as he slowly moves downwards to one knee and looks up at her. The room falls silent once again as the people watch on for what is to come. “Iridessa, may I take your hand in marriage?”

Her eyes begin to gloss over with tears and she nods her head. “Yes, my love.” He stands quickly to his feet again and sweeps up into his arms as he plants a loving and passionate kiss to her lips. Once more the crowd cheers and the celebrations continue for the rest of the evening.

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Later that night when all seemed calm and right within the realm, Danny is awoken with a chilling scream piercing his ears. Immediately he turns to Iridessa and finds her still fast asleep beside him. He hears the screams once more and he springs out of bed so quickly and retrieves his sword from beside his bed and slowly makes his way towards the cottage door.

“David!” He hears Samuel screaming. It had an echo to it, as if it were a dream. “No.. No.. Somebody help!”

Rushing outside and into the dark, he follows the screams until he’s somewhere inside the wood and searching for Sam and David. But he can’t seem to find them anywhere. “Sam!” He yells. “Sam, where are you?!”

“Oh god.. David! Please, stay with me brother. Somebody help!”

Still, Danny cannot find either of the princes. His breathing becomes erratic as his vision begins to spin.

“David!”

Suddenly he falls into darkness before being awoken again back in his own bed. Beads of sweat roll down his forehead and body and he shakes himself free of the sheets. “Danny?” He hears Iridessa whisper in the dark. Her warm hand wraps around his bicep. “Are you alright?”

He sucks in a deep breath before exhaling. “I’m okay.. Bad dream perhaps..”

“Do you dream of war?” She asks.

“Yes but not with the pirates.. A different war.. And David is the center of it.”

“David? Why David?”

Danny shakes his head. “I do not know..” He says. “I fear something great is soon to happen and it cannot be stopped…”

It is a secret Danny keeps to himself in fear the brothers might think he’s crazy. Insane. They wouldn’t believe him. What harm can possibly come against their brother? David is well loved and respected within the Spring realm. So instead of talking about his dream, he keeps it hidden. Maybe it’s all just a dream. Maybe remnants of the war still plague his subconscious. The gruesome images he has to witness may be the root cause of this dream. He can only hope it stays a dream.

Laying back down in bed, he relaxes his body against Iridessa, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin and pulling her flush against his torso. The one thing he can trust to be real and true. The love of his life, his soon-to-be wife and maybe one day the mother of his children.

Deep breaths, Danny. It’s only the war. But the war is over. You cannot be harmed no more. You are home and you are safe. David is alive. It was just a dream. Breathe. Relax.

Soon he finds himself slipping back into a deep sleep and not waking up again until the morning.

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