It then dawned on King Fayziel and Prince Kayziel. They looked at each other as the same word appeared in their minds.Iron!It was the only thing that was deadly to an Elf. When they are around it, they grow weak. Weaker than a old human. When it touches them, it burns their flesh and they can never heal from it.Now that it's inside them, they knew it. They were all going to die.Prince Berthiel, who was the youngest amongst all the elves was naturally weaker and had zero tolerance for iron so his body reacted quicker.Everyone watched in horror as he completely collapsed on the floor, writhing and moaning in pain, bleeding from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth. He kept clutching his throat, coughing and choking on his own blood. The sight was gory and downright frightening.King Fayziel could not watch his son in such agony. "You evil bastard!" he yelled with a wave of his hand.A sharp gust of wind blew towards Prince John and Nathan. It was like the sharp tip of a deadly arrow, sli
Prince John heard so he turned to Prince Berthiel and raised the iron net, looking at down at the Prince who was drenched in his own blood. "What are you talking about?"They could hear the fear in his tone even though he tried to hide it.Prince Berthiel struggled to raise his head then pinned Prince John a deadly glare. "You will die" he sneered. "I promise you. You will die the most painful death at the hands of my brother."Prince John's eyes widened. "There's another one?" He turned to Nathan. "I thought you said this is the only heir! You lied to me!"Nathan began to panic. "He is! I didn't lie! He is the only heir! He's the only son of the King!"Prince Kayziel chuckled deeply. It was a good thing that Nathan didn't know about Zedekiel. After all, Zedekiel rarely showed himself. Berthiel was the outgoing one.Hearing that, King Fayziel couldn't help but laugh. "Is that what he said, Berthiel? Will he avenge us?"Despite the agonising pain, Prince Berthiel nodded. "He promised m
Immediately after those words, Prince Ron found himself back in the garden, standing before that huge tree."It's the Umbrella tree" he murmured, gazing around. Everything was still in place. The flowers, the statues, even the ground in which he fell through was intact. As if he never fell in the first place.Prince Ron was confused. "Was I dreaming?...""Of course not. Are you stupid?" Prince Kayziel said in a condescending tone.The pearl in Prince Ron's hand began to vibrate and he opened his palm, staring at the pearl in awe. "I don't know why you humans cannot comprehend simple things. Are you saying meeting me and seeing my story is a dream? Can your puny brain even conjure up such stories?"Prince Ron was starting to feel offended. His brain wasn't puny and he was sure that he was very capable of making up magnificent stories. He raised a finger and started wagging it at the pearl. "Look here royal Elf spirit. I am a Prince. Just like you. If you keep on insulting me, I'll thro
Hearing the first part, the servant's eyes nearly rolled back into his head. He started to sweat. Did the Prince of Ashenmore become a cripple? He could already see himself being sentenced to death. It was all his fault. He shouldn't have let the Prince wander alone."C-Call...His Majesty..." Prince Ron insisted, adding more stress to his beloved's title just in case the servant didn't hear.The servant's brain clicked and he rushed to his feet. "Yes, Yes. I'll call His Majesty right away. I'll call everyone."The servant started to run as he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted; "I've found him! Everyone! I've found the Prince of Ashenmore! Your Majesty! I've found the Prince of Ashenmore!"Prince Kayziel was horrified. "What do you want Zedekiel for? Do you know what will happen if he senses my spirit in a pearl?""Not my problem." Prince Ron snickered."As a matter of fact, it is your problem." Prince Kayziel retorted. "If he finds me and seals me back in that pit, your spirit
The person who was shocked the most was Prince Ron. He never expected Zedekiel to carry him. Although he knew his beloved was just helping, he couldn't help but feel special.Ever since they arrived in Netheridge, Zedekiel had been nothing but hostile to him. The only times he saw the gentle parts of the King was when they danced during the feast and when he helped apply medicine on his wound.Which was directly after choking him.For Zedekiel to willingly carry him, Prince Ron felt he could faint from pure joy.At that point, the moon in the sky shined brighter and the wind picked up a bit, temporarily blinding the people watching behind them. The branches of the humongous Mother Tree slowly swayed with the wind, releasing a sweet scent which wrapped around Zedekiel and Prince Ron. A few leaves went with the wind and a particularly one brushed against Zedekiel's lips lightly before finally settling down on Ron's dry lips.Seeing this, Zedekiel was stunned. He sharply turned his head
The King knew he had no other choice so he just nodded then he remembered something. "Mother, something strange happened when we found the huma-The Queen mother glared at him then he coughed slightly, clearing his throat. "I mean the Prince. Prince Ron. Something really strange happened."She gazed at her son with a raised brow then he proceeded to explain."I don't know if I'm the only one who felt it but when I carried the Prince in my arms, I felt my powers grow. I mean, the Mother Tree started to sway as if she was happy. She even released her scent and her leaves caressed me."He glanced over at Prince Ron and corrected; "Caressed us. Her leaves caressed us."He then turned to his mother. "What could that mean?"The Queen Mother smiled deeply. So she wasn't the only one who approved. Even the Mother Tree liked the little Prince. Although she understood, she didn't explain it to her son for she knew her son was so against humans that he wouldn't understand. It would be better if h
Zedekiel blinked, surprised by the sudden action. "What are you doing?"Prince Ron was stunned. "W-What am I doing? What are you doing?""Taking off your clothes." The King replied simply. "You're covered in dirt."The Prince gazed down at himself, still holding his clothes tight. He was truly covered in dirt but Zedekiel helping him didn't sit well with him. After seeing the past, he knew Zedekiel didn't have an ounce of good feelings towards him. It might be a ploy to kill him."Ah, there's no need to bother your Majesty with such a trivial thing. I can do it myself." he smiled nervously as he gathered his robes and jumped down the bed then instantly headed for the door. "Thanks for the help though. I'll see myself out."He was halfway to the door but suddenly realised that he couldn't move. Something was holding him back. He turned to find Zedekiel stepping on the edge of his robe, limiting his movements.Prince Ron started to sweat. When did Zedekiel move away from the bed and he
It wasn't possible for now but he had to think of a way for Zedekiel to know the truth, release his uncle and then, find a way to get Zedekiel to forgive his race. Maybe after then, he'll be able to worm his way into his beloved's heart.With that in mind, Prince Ron felt a new found courage. It didn't matter how cold his beloved seemed to be. He would do his best to melt the ice and warm his heart!At that point, the double doors to the King's room opened and the Queen Mother walked in with a line of servants carrying trays of food. She saw Ron standing in the middle of the room and her face brightened like the sun."Ron dear! You're awake!" she exclaimed as she rushed up to him and engulfed him in a big warm hug."Mother," the Prince chuckled, happy to see her again. Her hug reminded him of his mum and tears gathered in his eyes. "Mother I was alone and so scared." he whined pitifully, like a small child. "I didn't think I'd survive. I didn't think I'd see you again.""Oh don't talk
Zedekiel nodded, his voice softening further. "He means everything to me Talon. Absolutely everything. I love him with all my heart. Everything about him makes me feel giddy. His laugh, his touch, the way he looks at me... Talon, if don't get him back, I'll-""Hey, don't fucking say that." Talon quickly cut him off. " Don't even think it.""I can't help it." Zedekiel replied. "Once again, I've been shown how incompetent I am. I cannot even protect the one I love. I let my guard down and allowed him to be possessed by only the Gods know what. I failed him Talon and it kills me to think about what he's going through right now. That is, if he's even still there.""Hey, I'm sure he is." Talon reassured him, patting him gently on the shoulder. "From the way you described him, he sounds like a fighter. He may be a human in this life but don't forget that he comes from a long line of Witches. You mentioned yourself that there are things he has done that you cannot explain. Like breaking your
"Shut the fuck up Zedekiel!" Talon shouted as he parried each stirke with his claws. "I'm only going easy on you because you're injured! Recover first and see how I'll beat you to a fucking pulp!""Oh really?" Zedekiel chuckled as Talon used his claws to deflect the sword again and again but Zedekiel decided to take things more seriously. He increased his strength and speed, making his strikes too sharp and too swift, forcing Talon to focus purely on defense. He gave him no chance to attack at all."Hey what the fuck!" Talon shouted, gritting his teeth as he tried to find an opening but Zedekiel didn't give him even a second to breathe. "You fucking Elfman! Fight properly you fuc-"With a final powerful swing, Zedekiel slashed Talon across his chest then punched him square on the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding BOOM. Dust and debris flew around them, and when it settled, Zedekiel stood over Talon, his sword held just inches from Talon’s throat.“You lose,” he
Kayziel shook his head. "None whatsoever. The spell you used to suppress him worked. He hasn't budged an inch since that day so I wonder why the physician said I'm dying."Hugh sighed. "Initially, the soul transfer was supposed to weaken the human Prince and make him sleep for eternity but he ended up not only staying awake but also trying to force his way out. Could this be the reason you're dying?"Kayziel remained silent, not knowing what to say. He felt angry and frustrated. He had spent centuries as a spirit trapped underground and now that he has gotten a body, he was told that he was dying.What sort of life was this? He balled his fists and gritted his teeth. It was all due to that damned nephew of his. If only Zedekiel hadn't destroyed his body, he wouldn't be facing such problems today.Damn it. He wished he had just killed Zedekiel before making that stupid deal with Prince Ron."Do not worry, Your Majesty." Hugh said, trying to cheer Kayziel up. "I will find a stronger spe
The babies nodded.Prince Ron stared at his babies, his mouth slightly open as he tried to absorb their words. 'F-Four?' He stuttered, beginning to panic. 'You’re kidding right?'But his babies looked absolutely serious. The definitely would not joke about the existence of their siblings.'No way… there’s four of you.' Prince Ron muttered, still trying to comprehend the news. 'I mean... do you even know what that means? That's a whole squad! Four blankets, four little outfits, four... four times the crying!'He stared at them, half-exasperated, half-amused, trying to let it all sink. 'How am I supposed to keep track of four little people? I mean, I can barely keep myself in line, and now I’m supposed to be responsible for a whole mini-army? What if I accidentally mix you up?' He gasped, looking at them in horror. 'What if you all look identical and I end up calling you the wrong names?'The babies watched him, little smiles on their faces, and something softened in Prince Ron’s chest.
Well, it was no surprise considering the way they went at it like bunnies for four days. But still, Prince Ron was overjoyed. Tears spilled down his face like a waterfall as he stared at them, unable to express his joy.He got pregnant! He really got pregnant!Seeing his mother cry, the little baby with green eyes started bawling too. "Wah, brother made mummy cry, wah wah"Startled, the baby with violet eyes stared at both his mother and brother, at loss for what to do. What did he even do wrong? He had already apologized for hitting their mother. Why was their mother crying then?He began to panic. Unable to handle the sight of his mother and brother's tears, and also thinking it was his fault, he moved closer and rubbed the spot on Prince Ron's forehead. "Mother I'm sorry. Does it hurt? Look, I'm rubbing the place now so it won't hurt anymore. Please stop crying okay? I won't do it again."Prince Ron’s heart turned to mush. What a sweet child. He struggled against the chains, wishin
Hugh nodded. "That's the only reason I can come up with. I don't see why else they'd want to control the Mother Tree.""Fucking hell." Kayziel cursed. "They want to wipe us all out of existence. Do you know what will happen if the Dark Lord gets released?""I am aware, Your Majesty." Hugh replied."Then you know that we cannot let that happen." Kayziel said firmly. "I am not strong enough to fight the Dark Lord. Neither are you and I have already killed the one strong enough to do so. If he isn't dead then he's surely a vegetable. Put your undead army to use. Secure the Mother Tree and the tighten the security outside and around the Kingdom. Increase the number of guards at the gate. No one enters or leaves without thorough inspection.Hugh immediately stood, bowing. "Yes, Your Majesty."Kayziel was about to add something when a sudden wave of nausea hit him. He barely managed to jump from his seat, rushing to the nearest window before heaving violently.Alarmed, Hugh grabbed a jug of
He wanted to take off the sheet covering his body but then, he hesitated, fear gripping him as he recalled what he had seen last time. All the blood and the missing limbs. Had they grown back or was he a cripple now? He was afraid to lift the covers and see for himself.“You can look, you know.” A light-hearted chuckle broke the silence. “Everything grew back a week ago.”Startled, Prince Ludiciel lifted his head to see a familiar figure standing by the door. A tall, elegant man with broad shoulders clad in blue robes that fit him perfectly, as if tailored just for him.The man leaned casually against the doorframe, his warm, dark skin the colour of rich chocolate milk, and his eyes a shimmering golden-brown, flecked with hints of red that sparkled in the light.But it was the playful grin that struck Prince Ludiciel the most. A grin that was beautiful, mischievous, and all too familiar.Prince Ludiciel knew that he had definitely seen the man before. “Do I know you?” he asked. “Have
The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of charred stone as the flames in the west wing of the castle raged out of control. The fire roared, devouring walls and licking up toward the sky. A thunderous crack echoed through the night as the western tower groaned, teetering on the edge of collapse.Talon was suddenly hurled through a window but a powerful gust of air. His body twisting unnaturally before crashing heavily to the ground. The impact sent a shockwave through the charred remains of the courtyard.From the fiery ruins, Alaric emerged, leaping through the shattered stone and billowing smoke. He soared through the air and landed squarely on Talon, pinning him to the ground while holding a spear of swirling wind.He raised the spear, aiming to drive it into Talon’s shoulder but as his eyes met Talon’s, something in those fierce, crimson orbs madr him hesitate. Talon's gaze was hardened, blazing with anger but also laced with an intensity Alaric couldn’t ignore.Talon lay
Whispers surrounded Prince Ludiciel, unfamiliar words fading in and out as he floated in darkness. Slowly, he drifted back to consciousness, his senses emerging one by one.His eyelids felt like lead, but he managed to open them, only to be met with foggy shapes and colours.Then, pain.Raw, unbearable pain surged through his body, and he screamed out, feeling as if his entire body was burning.“Shhh, it’s going to be okay,” a soft voice said. He couldn’t see clearly, but a gentle hand touched his hair, stroking it tenderly. The touch was warm, comforting, easing his mind as if drawing the pain away bit by bit. His breathing slowed, and he began to calm down, lulled by the soft, rhythmic strokes.When his vision cleared slightly, he looked down and his eyes widened in shock. His body was a broken mess. Blood covered the sheets. One of his legs was gone, ending abruptly at his thigh. And there was a gaping wound on the side of his stomach, leaving a hole large enough to fit a small bal