Red Dawn and the White Knight

Red Dawn and the White Knight

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This is about warring kingdoms and bloodlines. Very centered on magic.
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This is about warring kingdoms and bloodlines. Very centered on magic.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The beginning

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 20, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Chapter One: Kota

It seemed the two were always sparring as children. More rivals than brothers sometimes, bound by the countless hours of bloodshed and clashing steel. Those on the outside of this lifelong brawling could never understand why they felt they must always be at odds, how it forged them into men. Over the decades they built a contract written in blood that held them to loyalty that no other two could hope to reach.

This is why the room fell silent. A room that only in the previous moment had been filled with flirtatious laughter, the happy squeals of children, and the echoes of plates clattering as the kings guests gorged on a feast that would be sung of by bards for many years. The inauguration of the final man into the Red Guard, the king’s elite guardsmen, bequeathed a feast and festival the likes of which were only seen once in a majesty’s rule. For nine men and women are chosen to stand by the king, nine souls are devoted to one reign, and each soul is the light of its rule. When a light is extinguished it cannot be replaced or relit. When all nine lights have been darkened, the king will wither and his name is forgotten. So with the election of the final member of the Red Guard, the kingdom saw a new name rise to power and began to celebrate.

So when brother struck brother and all knew the heart had been pierced, none could whimper nor lash out. A peace so quickly founded on friendship and mutual trust had just as soon been struck down. Time dragged its tired feet across the floor and slowed. The air grew still and thick. Gleeful patrons felt only elation before it immediately broke their smiles. All hearts in the room sank heavily, to depths none were sure a mortal man’s heart could return from. After a painfully long heartbreak, the suffocating stillness was shattered at the sound and sight of Reinfel slipping from his brother’s blade to his knees, lifeless, empty, and frozen in the moment the kingdom’s heart was broken. Unable to move forward into the present with the rest of us. His red hair fettered and flowed no longer hanging handsomely by his jar but now flowing above his head as he fell. His striking green eyes stilled in horror, focused at his brother and rival. His sleeveless black leather vest quickly soaking with blood as it spilled from his heart. It seem as though the white long sleeved button up beneath it turned red almost completely. In the following moment all of the Red Guard were on him. The brother-traitor kept his dull eyes focused on his fallen kin. Once Reinfel collapsed onto his face Kota relinquished his intense glare and turned to the two closest guardsmen of the Guard. One already had his two handed steel longsword raised at arm’s length above his head. He wore the ceremonial red short cape that reached down to chest length and hung from his shoulders, with the majestic symbol of a red sun with nine triangular beams of light emitting from it in golden cloth. The garb also included a black buttoned shirt beneath it, gold trim and the rest of the shirt colored a deep crimson. It stood out compared to the black leather pants the guardsmen wore and heavy high laced leather boots.

He brought the plain but massive longsword down upon Kota’s head, and as if fate were toying with the already broken patrons of the feast the moment Kota’s head would have been split into several pieces, a black mist crept up and stole the entire figure of Kota, leaving behind a smoke too black and thick to be born of any natural flame. It dispersed quickly as if being sucked into oblivion. To the horror of all who could see the only worsening scene a trim of black smoke appeared behind the attacking guard and all at once it expanded into another encompassing mist, only this time when it was vacuumed inward again it left behind it the entire body of Kota. The unlucky Light found himself unaware of Kota’s new position despite the screams of outlying onlookers, and as rapidly as the screams rose Kota’s blade pierced deeply into flesh, though not the flesh of the guardsmen. The blade spat out tar black streams of gunk and sank into Kota’s right arm. It reached so deeply within him that black veins became swollen all along his arm reaching across and only dissipating at his pectoral. The blade shifted from a mundane silver sword into a machete shaped cluster of pitch black crystals, though endlessly dark they gleamed crimson. A black ribbon reached from the bottom of this new machete and wrapped upward on his arm in three tight rings. The darkness of this new weapon harshly contrasted with his ashen blond hair. He wore a red scarf across his neck, which would flow quietly but with great presence at his every move. He formerly wore a blue button up shirt, which appeared to be incompatible with his terrifying black mist technique as he was now shirtless. His muscles taught but not oversized. His pants remained after the short trip. Made of soft brown cloth which could flow as weightlessly as his scarf.

The blade did not emit straight from his hand as would a sword, but rather it ran alongside his arm more along the likes of a treacherous assassin’s blade. This appeared to be its resting position as if by a command he only uttered internally it swung out from beside his right arm and extended straight. The blade took the Light’s right arm from the corner of his should and tore its way through to the middle of his chest. There was no hope of survival after tearing his torso in two. Blood poured forth like a storm made of hot, heavy crimson. At this all the guests of the feast ran for their lives, screaming all the while. The screams rang out, echoing throughout the hall and the streets outside, singing of despair, death, terror, and for the young it spoke of the loss of their innocence, and for the old it was a quiet whisper which turned a long awaited reconciliation into a bitter end.

There Kota stood among the seven remaining Lights. Each held a determined look in his eyes, but a frail shivering in his hands. Before any hero could be made of them the black mist rose again, and in a sudden silent cloud of black, Kota was gone again. Only this time he was not to return. It took only an hour for the kingdom of the Red Dawn to become upheaved in a riotous chaotic mess. Lower guard ranks, outfitted in equally red armor and dyed leathers as the Red Guard crawled about the city, sniffing around corners and flipping over any man sized container. They were desperate to find the location the man had scurried off to. The man who the guard began referring to as the Demon, not willing to honor him with a human or distinguishing name. These dogs scurrying about would not find him, not with the most pureblood hound can you track a shadow, a shadow has no scent, it does not breath, it cannot be heard or seen, only feared.


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