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nayrs-battle-cats-13 · 8 months

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Nightheart

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spoiler1001 · 2 years

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The King's Vein Chapter 3

Nayr pulled at his aging father, desperate to keep him out of the war. An army was forming, almost desperate for revenge. This was a direct attack and all peace talks crumbled as the bloodied coffin arrived at their castle’s door. The king was angry at the attack, having avoided appearing violent and antagonistic, especially to the people already standing on their crumbling ground. The air burned from the war tension and Nayr’s father grew bitter and lost his patience. A black horse was prepared as the king rode off to the border with the soldiers, forgoing his helmet. Nayr grabbed the nearest horse he could find, an old silver workhorse.

He followed his father to the battle, lacking the metal armor the tropes wore, instead, he was wrapped in leather and thick cotton, deciding to stay on his horse. The horse itself did have metallic armor but the metallic shine was dulled to the point of matte, making it blend into the horse's fur.

Nayr’s father’s army ripped through the mad king’s troops like paper. Blood and gore painted the ground, making Nayr sick to his stomach; grief and anger pulled at him. The Traitorous lineage had given the army damaged and broken armor and weapons, making them easy targets. Nayr rode his horse hours late to the battle but still could not find the battle, despite hearing the clattering of the metal in the distance. Nayr’s heart pounded as he tried to offer back up to his father. Clouds started to roll in, humidity sticking to his skin like glue. The army stood around, as two men battled, the lights of flames reflecting off of the armor of the two men: his father's whose armor had lost most of its shine, with bits of gore and blood sticking to him like adornments, and the other king's whose armor had such a glow to it, it had to have been brand new. A matching helmet lay thrown on the ground, sinking into the mud. Grunts of effort echoed as the battle continued. It was the remains of an abandoned village all around them, dust and ash kicked up from their efforts, trees poking out from around the groups. A light drizzle made the filth around them turn sticky.

No one spoke to Nayr as he approached. He saw a frail-looking figure, their head wrapped in blood-red silk, their gaze focused on them for a second and his pulse quickened, throbbing under his palm. Emotions tried to fight their way through a cloudy bond, but he could make out anger and exhaustion, the two almost canceling themselves out. The figure looked away but the echoes of emotion stayed. They grabbed their arm, fingers wrapped around their leather band. They were sitting in a glass carriage. The metal holding it was cracked, causing the glass to have a spider’s web cracking design with jagged holes in some places. Jagged glass laid on the ground both inside the cage and the ground surrounding it. The carcasses of horses lay mangled in front of it. Nayr looked at the mark on his arm for a second realizing who exactly that figure was. The realization made his heart sink- memories that he didn't have, yet scars his soul did, brought sadness to the front of his mind.

A sharp cry yanked him from his thoughts. Nayr looked up, wiping a tear away from his eyes. The mad king had cut Nayr's father in the throat. There was coughing but the king stood proud for a heartbeat, before crumbling to the ground, the sound of the metal clanking to the ground.

The mad king laughed over his defeated enemy. The army stood shocked, hesitating to draw their weapons. His voice was booming, with a low growl to it.

"Your king is dead, bow to the new king, the great King Norrix!" He announced, taking the name of the king that started his lineage. The name made Nayr flinch. He had heard about it when he learned his kingdom's history, but to hear it in this context was sickening. It was a promise to run down the land, rendering it as useless as the land under them. Bile rose into his throat, burning him.

The army kept their eyes trained on him, preparing to step closer. None of them heard the sound of broken glass scraping against each other, all of them too focused on the man that killed their king. A sickening squishing sound cut the victor off. A sharp piece of glass poked out from under his adam's apple. Nayr watched with wide eyes as the girl in the glass cage behind the king held the shard of glass in place, both of them feeling the cut of the improvised weapon against her own skin. Her arms were sticking out of one of the gaps in the glass, the leather on her arm protecting that wrists, but blood was dripping down the other, onto the glass. The mad king turned to face her, losing her grip on the weapon. He ignored the men pointing blades at him and swung his forearm back at her, and the glass collapsed in on itself.

Nayr felt the blow before he registered the pain through the bond. It was a sharp pain centered around his- her eye. One of the soldiers pulled out the glass, making it essentially a killing blow.

Blood sprayed everywhere. More of the glass cracked underfoot and shattered as the girl in the box shoved her way out, her silken crimson hood catching on stay pieces still attached to the metal frame and falling away, exposing short choppy blood-red hair. With one hand, she pushed the now dying body away from her, crumbling on top of the other body. Turned their attention on to her, watching her with intent to deal with any threat she might be.

Nayr climbed off his horse and stepped closer to the group. One by one and one at a time the soldiers looked at the prince, the now defacto king, for a command. Avina was stiff as wood, too still to even shake. Her eyes moved quickly as she looked back and forth between Nayr and the soldiers.

Red dripped like tears down the right side of her face.

"It's over." One of the soldiers spoke. "You're wounded, and even if you weren't, you're already half dead.” She twitched at the words.

Nayr stepped between the soldiers and Avina, his back to her. He could hear her breathing harshly. Her dress was matted and dirty. “Stand down. We won.”

A beat passed before the soldiers lowered their weapons. Everything was quiet as Nayr and Avina stepped forward, away from the glass. “Prepare to bring the king home, we have arrangements to make.”

Nayr placed Avina on the gray horse, the soldiers moving in to carry the dead king, leaving the newly dubbed Norrix on the ground. Nayr grabbed the headscarf before getting on the horse. She was sitting between Nayr and the horse’s head. The glass was in Avina’s eye deep enough to know that her eye was beyond healing, but not deep enough to kill. Her skin was pale, ghastly in tone. She had down the side of her jaw, with a soreness that they both felt. Her breathing was shallow and light, her strength fading, and her weight on Nayr. The soldiers attached a cart to the horse for ease of transport of the body. Avina’s blood dripped onto the horse as the storm kicked in. Thunder and lightning boomed around them, rain washing the blood away, turning the soot and dirt turning into a red dyed mess. Avina’s head was resting under his chin, silence filled the space between them. The flowers' smoke made their bond foggy and the exhaustion Avina felt blurred it even more. She was bruised from whatever made the carriage crack and seemed to just be content to rest at the moment. The rain was cold, soaking through their clothes, the cold leaching the remaining strength of the two of them. Avina took a deep breath before the cold sucked away her consciousness.

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hellpastel · 1 year

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nayrs-art-13 · 2 years

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Well, the men looked up in wonder and the hounds ran back to hide For the fox it changed to the Devil Himself, where he stood on the other side And the men, the hounds, the horses, they went flying back to town But hard on their heels come a little black fox, laughing as he ran:

"Ride on, my gallant Huntsman... when must I come again? For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen And when your need is greatest, just call upon my name And I will come and you shall have the best of sport and game."

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