Allister's running halt in place when he saw what had happened. His eyes widened. "Daniel..." mumbled the prince.
Daniel had a calm look upon his face, accepting this fate. His head tilted down, his eyes were closed, and a smile formed to the corners of his face. Blood rushed out of his mouth. The sword that impaled Daniel impaled right through his intestine, a blow that seemed like a death sentence.
Alena's eyes began to water. "Daniel, why!?" she yelled, tears began to flow down her eyes. "Why did you do this!?"
"As your protector, I have to be willing to surrender myself..." he replied. "In order to protect you..."
She began to pound the side of her left fist on his back. "You stupid jerk...!" she cried. "You shouldn't have done this...!"
"Ha..." he laughed. "I wouldn't be a very good protector if I let you die, would I?..."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." she apologized. "This is all my fault. It was because I was too scared."
"N-no..." he replied. "You're not suppose to like hurting or killing people. You shouldn't be blaming yourself for your fear, it's a good thing you reacted that way."
"Daniel..." she mumbled, pressing her forehead against his back and grabbing onto his right shoulder with her right hand. "I'm so sorry..."
He gently placed his left hand on top of her right hand and his smile gets down. "Alena..." he mumbled. "Please stop apologizing..." The soldier pulls out his blade quickly, and as soon as he does Daniel drops to his knees. Alena watched him fall in utter terror.
"DAAAAAANNNNNIIIIIEEEELLLLL!!!!" Alena screamed.
The End of Chapter 16,
Next Chapter,
Chapter 17: L'odio è Nato
epicness, isnt another way to say dont disagree just to say agree? isnt blue the colour of blood? arent elephant skulls from elephants? all this will be answerd next time!
"Daniel..." softly mumbled Alena, saddened. She dropped onto her knees, beside the lifeless protector. Her left hand gently latched onto the cold right hand of Daniel. Her eyes were down, like a half moon. Tears continued to race down her soft skinned cheeks, dripping down onto her knees.
Allister glared at the solider who took Daniel's life. His teeth grit together, his eyes furious. He charged at the knight in full haste. "Damn youuuuuuuuu!!" he yelled, his sword tightly clenched in his right hand. His footsteps echoed his anger, blasting across the night sky. He jumped over his sister, and readied his sword for the kill.
In the middle of the jump, electricity and sparks fly all over Allister's Saradomin longsword. They waltzed together, flashing across the area with a bright light. The knight stood there, in utter fright of the power and sheer anger that pulsed throughout the air. At the speed of light, Allister was in the middle of the air, and now he was on his knees at least five feet from the back of the knight.
Allister's kiteshield was across the front of his torso, his sword was out towards his right. His Saradomin cloak still fluttered in the air. Smoke spewed out from his blade, it smothered the air around him. The knight that Allister cut right through just dropped to the floor, without a single drop of blood coming out from him.
Lelia watched on, impressed by what she saw. Lelia turned her eyes onto her comrade, Vincent. The boy couldn't watch of course, but the things he heard could speak for him. "What do you think, Vincent?" asked Lelia. "Should we?"
Allister's angered eyes glared towards the two. "What!?" he yelled, jumping to his feet.
Vincent shook his head. "No," answered Vincent. "They have already lost one. I don't think it would be right to try to take another..."
Lelia closed her eyes, letting off a smile on her face. "Yeah, I agree." replies Lelia. "Besides, I think he's calling for us."
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Lelia shook her head. "Yeah," she replied. Lelia and Vincent turn towards the castle, facing away from the others.
Allister clenched his hands, tightly gripping onto his shield and sword. "Where do you think you're going!?" he yelled. "Come back!"
Lelia turned her head and looks at Allister. "Please consider this," she said. "We didn't want Daniel to be killed, as you may know, our soldiers are not under our control, or their own for that matter. We're sorry for what has happened to Daniel, and we wish only to reverse what has happened. Please try to understand..."
Allister's anger suddenly breaks. His eyes go down, and then he lets out a sigh. "Forget it," replied Allister. "I understand that it was not you who did this, but the work of that tyrant."
Vincent turns his head towards where he heard Allister's voice. "Thank you..." he thanked, just before rushing off towards the castle. A smile grew to the corners of Lelia's cheek toward Allister's kindness. Allister looked towards Lelia, and a smile grew onto his face. But then a serious look grew quickly on Allister. "But before you go," he said. "I have a question for you."
"What is it?" she replied.
"Is Alina here? And if so, where?"
"She is here, and she's probably with Adrian. If not, beside Tamir."
"Of course." After that, Lelia rushed off in a haste behind Vincent. Allister quickly sheathed his blade. His glance turns to his aghast sister, frozen by her fears and terror at the loss of her protector. She stared hopelessly upon the cold face of Daniel, his skin as pale as winter. Tears fell from her eyes, her look of sorrow and fright masked her face.
Allister quickly rushed over to his sister as fast as he could. Once beside his sister, he drops his kiteshield and quickly wrapped his arms around her. "It'll be okay," he replied. "You'll get through it."
She didn't reply, she just quickly grabbed onto her brother and held him tightly. Modello, who stood in a background, walked slowly over to them. He then knelled down next to the man who was responsible for the death of Daniel. His emerald green irises glared heavily upon his frozen glance, into his fading irises.
"You believe what you've done was righteous." mumbled Modello, his voice an angry whisper. "You, the pawn of a madman - wallow in your self-pity in purgatory."
Suddenly, out from the kingdom of Iericho poured out the prisoners of Avdima. The group the three came out here to retrieve. But they all saw what had happened to Daniel, the one who rushed away from the group. They all were in utter shock to see him on the floor.
Allister lets go of his sister and immediately looked towards whoever it was rushing towards them. A sigh of relief brushed out of his mouth when he saw the group they were searching for. "You're alright." he said, relieved.
The group paused in front of the two. "Yeah," replied Lite. "We're all good...besides Daniel..."
Alena's eyes turn to Moriah. "Moriah..." she mumbled. "Can you heal Daniel?..."
Moriah sighed, shuffling her head side-to-side. "I'm sorry." she apologized. "I can't."
"Oh..." she said, her heart skipped a beat when she heard Moriah.
"This monster..." said Allister, anger ringed in his voice. "Must pay for what he has done, to these people, to our people, to us, and to my sister."
"Wow, Allister," said Moriah. "Never thought I'd hear that from you."
"He has already taken our parents, and now he has taken my brother. He must be stopped."
"I agree." silently agreeing Modello, standing to his feet. "He mustn't be kept alive."
"Let's go." replied Alena. "So that man can't harm anyone else."
"Alena..." mumbled Allister, but then shook his head. "Alright, let's go."
Modello was the first to step forward, right passed Moriah. Her pale blue eyes look onto his left arm and she realized how terribly injured he was. She quickly turned around and threw her right hand out in front of her. She grabbed onto his right shoulder, stopping him from moving. "Stop right there." she said. "You're actually going to fight like that? I'm surprised you're standing!"
Modello glared behind him. "My well-being is not to concern you." he quietly mumbled.
"I don't care! Every-time you fight, you always get hurt and you never take anyone's help! Just this once, please Modello, don't push me away!"
"This world is a waste," replied Modello, his voice unshaken and stolid. "To prolong life gives no purpose."
"You actually think that there's no purpose?" yelled Moriah. "There's no purpose in dying either."
"So, why prolong a life with no purpose?"
"MAKE your own purpose."
"Modello," said Allister. "Alyssa wouldn't want you to just surrender, would she?"
A silent break of voices swept across the land for just a moment. Until Modello turned around, facing Moriah. "As you wish..." mumbled Modello. Moriah smiled at Modello when she heard him. She readied herself to heal the incredible wounds that hindered Modello. Her pale skinned hands began to glow green as she looks up at Modello. "This is going to hurt for just a moment, okay?" she stated.
Modello doesn't reply to Moriah, just looking on with his apathetic irises. Moriah sighed, discouraged by Modello's cold and phlegmatic glance. She pressed her right hand upon Modello's left arm. Her left hand was pressed against his chest, healing all other wounds all over his body. Skin stretched across the burns he endured, they just disappeared.