“You’ll regret this!” Mist hissed, his venomous gaze switched from Zephyr, to Spout. His eyes filled with hatred, malice, and disgust all at once. “You had this coming,” Zephyr replied, coldly. “Fine! Since you leave me no choice, I will abdicate! But just you wait, one day!” Mist hissed, reluctance in his tone. “Why is that?” Spout asked warily. “It’s my birthday today. Seeing how I’ve done so much for you ungrateful f*cks, I should at least be allowed a nice, birthday banquet!” Mist said, his fists clenched. Spout’s frown became more intense, a lot can happen within a day. However, Spout had no reason to reject Mist’s appeal. “Alright, I’ll give you that. You will relinquish the throne tomorrow!” Spout replied calmly. “Let us leave, Puck,” Mist said, his voice full of anger. Puck did not hesitate to follow his father out, but as he left, he gave Zephyr a daggered look. To Puck, everything that happened his father and him is all because of Zephyr the B*stard. Mist’s followers followed
“Guess I’m just lucky!” Zephyr said, unwilling to divulge too much information. “You must keep your guard up, especially tonight,” said Spout, who nodded approvingly. He did not ask anything else, he just sipped his drink through gentle laughter.…Night came. The surrounding was dark, the clouds blocked the moon. It had already been an unpleasant occasion, the environment just accentuated it. The Khan household was lively, the courtyard filled with lanterns, and the inhabitants were noisy. It was a lively occasion nonetheless. “Hahaha… enjoy yourselves, please! Although I did not bring much to the table, I still want to thank all of you for your support!” said Mist to everyone around him, his cup high in the air. He was a tad drunk. His face was red. “Drink up Zachary, drink up! You said it! I was never a good leader! I do not deserve to lead the Khan!” He sang to one of the Khan leaders. Zachary Khan was the first to openly oppose Mist.Zachary did not resist, and downed his cu
Although Zachary had just heckled him, Mist kept a calm demeanor, accompanied by a small smile. “It would seem none of you take me as a threat anymore. You are dead wrong,” Mist said slyly. Right as he finished his sentence, bladed energy was unleashed. A tiger’s roar was heard, followed by the bladed energy that grouped together to form the visage of a ferocious tiger. Right as it appeared, a great spout of blood splattered across the sky. Zachary Khan had been decapitated by Mist.“What on Earth are you doing, Mist?!” Most of the attendees reacted quickly upon seeing such a bloody mess. “Hahaha… What am I doing? You ungrateful f*cks are going to find out exactly what I’ve sacrificed for all of you! I will take each and every one of my goodwill back!” Mist snarled, then shook off the blood on his weapon. “B*stard! Mist Khan, you have just killed a fellow leader, you will not be forgiven” Shouted someone angrily, they unleashed their true energy right after. “Get him!” Followed by
Mist, all who have opposed you have been killed. Once you deal with the rabble, the Khan will belong to you!” said the leader dressed in black. “Have you killed Spout?” asked Mist excitedly. “We did not find him, maybe he hid himself earlier,” the man calmly replied. “He’s not dead? Fine, let it be. After tonight, the Khan will be all mine, there is nothing Spout can do anyway,” Mist continued, his voice carried tones of regret, but otherwise it was unacknowledged. “Mist… you conspired with outsiders to kill your own clansmen?! You really are scum!” screamed one of the Khan angrily. Once the group of darkly-dressed men arrived, all was clear to the Khan, and it left nothing but angry faces. “Hahaha… winner takes all! After tonight, who would dare say Mist Khan isn’t one?” Mist guffawed.Seeing this unfold, Zephyr did not move a muscle, neither did he plan to attack. He knew these leaders were not noble nor were they honorable, only out for themselves. Who knew? Perhaps their murde
One by one, Zephyr’s assailants were sent flying by his attack. “Impossible!” cried Mist as he was sent flying back too, face full of shock. He turned to the voice, which gained even more suspense upon seeing whence it came. There, a few men slowly walked over with their leader, an old man with long, silvery hair that blew in the wind, his eyes carried nothing but contempt, like an old, honored lion. Beside him, a group of Khan leaders followed suit, among them was Spout Khan. “Impossible! You should be dead by now!” Mist cried, his fear intensely grew at the sight of the strong defenders that were approaching. Mist’s fear was warranted, seeing how the old man that led the party was none other than Typhoon Khan, his father. “Take these men down, no quarter!” Typhoon commanded, then, he turned his gaze to Mist, “Traitor!” his anger boiled as he shouted. A great tiger appeared behind Typhoon which signalled his attack. He was livid now, he said nothing as he raised his hand and sent a sl
Many Khan leaders died that night; those who were killed by Mist, and those who were killed by the black-garbed assassins. Typhoon Khan was of no help, he sentenced all who supported Mist and his endeavours to the sword. Essentially, the Khan were now left at half of their power. “From now on, the Khan will be reborn!” Typhoon stated. “Although we suffered a great loss, I believe that as long as we work together, the Khan will be returned to glory! Hell, it might even be better than before!” he exclaimed.“I’m sorry My Lord. The years under Mist have been rough, we could do nothing but stand-by and watch as he drove us into the ground. We are very sorry to have disappointed you!” sighed a group of leaders, guilt plastered each of their faces. These leaders were the true pillars of the Khan, the most honorable bunch. However, even as they spoke, their gaze instinctively turned to Zephyr, who was seated there, calm and silent. If it were not for those that personally witnessed Zephyr’s
“All hail Spout Khan, the new Lord Khan!”“Under Spout’s leadership, the Khan will prosper!”“Everyone will follow Spout Khan!”Many Khan leaders cheered, faces full of smiles, Spout Khan was a popular man. However, Spout maintained a stoic look, he knew he could not reject the role at this point.“Sir!” It was at this moment, in the midst of hearty laughter and premature celebrations of the Khan leaders, that a guard hastily entered the hall, his face full of sweat. “What’s happening? What’s gotten into you?” Typhoon asked. “My Lord, Lincoln has fled Khan grounds!” the guard replied. “Escaped?”“That b*stard!”The Khan leaders’ expressions changed dramatically. Zephyr did not wait to join them, he quickly sped out of the room, quick as lightning. The hatred that Zephyr had in his previous life, carried over. It was a curse he must bear. A curse of knowledge. Knowing if it was not for Lincoln, Leah would not have killed herself. If it was not for Lincoln, he would not have su
“It isn’t that great of a plan, but our chances of killing Lincoln will be high…” Zephyr said quietly, while his lips twitched upwards. He then quietly told all who were present. “That’s barbaric!” expressed everyone, shocked at Zephyr’s cruelty. Spout was the most taken aback by Zephyr’s barbarism. “Heh heh…” Zephyr chuckled as he further frightened those he sent his gaze to.…The next day, a party stood before the Sun gates. “Zephyr boy, are you certain this will work?” A worried expression appeared on Spout’s face. “Don’t worry! I guarantee it!” Zephyr replied, smiling confidently. As they chatted, the gates opened, revealing a line of men who approached with stride. Their leader was the first to speak, “Oh if it isn’t lord Spout Khan himself! What brings you here, my good sir!”The man was probably in his 50s, his head was round and his ears were big, complimenting his fat physique. His fat face was disgusting to look at. However, Zephyr knew that there was more to him than his