Lucian was watching the man keenly. The man pulled out the drawer and took out a sword. It was mighty, long, sharp and clean. The sword sparkled when it came out of the drawer.
“This is a special sword my grandfather had. It is laced with the most potent poison in the whole of the witches’ territory, he had a witch queen laced it and he fought many wars with it.”
Lucian looked at the sword and it didn’t look like it had been to war, it was clean and too sharp, a touch of it could tear one’s skin. The man brought the sword to Lucian and handed it over to him.
“Use that on the day of the war. You will be surprised at its potency.”
Lucian took it from the man and wrapped it in his clothes. No one had to see it.
“Thank you.”
The man nodded and went back to arranging his shelf. Lucian stood up to take his leave and he told the man he wanted to go.
“Sit, dinner is going to be served soon.”
The man turned around. Expecting Lucian to sit.
“Thank you, sir, but I have to go. Have a nice day.”
“Farewell son.”
With that, Lucian left the house and headed back to his house. He didn’t stop to talk to anyone until he was in his room and he had the door closed. He took out the sword and looked at it, it looked beautiful. A good weapon of massive destruction. He took it to his closet and kept it away. He felt ready now. Very ready to take down his father.
Almost a week and the day of the war was drawing closer. On the eve of the war, Lucian couldn’t sleep. He got up from his bed and went to his mother’s room, to see her for the last time. He went inside after knocking and she was in bed. She wasn’t asleep and she sat up when she saw that it was him.
“Lucian, my boy. You are not sleeping?”
She looked concerned and Lucian wondered how she was able to maintain a sane nature. He walked over to her bed and sat on it like she always did in his room.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
He whispered to her. She drew closer to him and pulled him in a hug. A tight one.
“I am going to miss you mother.”
He said. Almost crying. His mother didn’t say anything. She just sat there, enjoying the last hug. When they disengaged from the hug, his mother was crying. She gently caressed his cheek.
“Go to bed, my child. You have a long day.”
She whispered to him and he stood up and walked out of the door.
The next day. The servants had gone to get ready for the war and Marius’ soldiers were armoured. Some had swords and shields and others had arrows and bows. Lucian came out of his room in his armour and when his father saw him, the man smiled widely.
Marius started assigning the soldiers in position. The ones armoured with a sword and shield were kept at the foot of the palace, they lined up waiting for orders. The soldiers with the bows and arrows were at the second and third balconies, their arrows positioned to the ground, also waiting for orders. Marius and Lucian stood at the first balcony, ready to give orders. Marius wore armour that only covered his body, exposing his head and neck. His facial expression was stern and mean.
Lucian stood behind him, wearing armour also but he left nothing out of the open. His hands clenched his sword, his heart beating rapidly. Lycans were fast healers and he needed to be very swift.
Not so long, they could hear chanting. The Lycans were coming. Marius squinted his eyes to see them, they were too far off. He burst out laughing. The Lycans didn’t have weapons.
“Imagine that Lucian. Little Lycans came to fight Marius without a sword in their hands.”
He said while laughing. Lucian didn’t respond. He held on to his sword and drew it. He held it behind his head and took some steps back. Marius didn’t notice Lucian’s actions, he was laughing at the Lycans. Lucian gathered his strength and might, his lycan took over part of him, just to give him strength and pace. Like a flash of lightning, Lucian ran towards his father, raised his sword and slashed.
Blood filled the balcony and the body fell to the ground. Lucian had blood all over him. The soldiers at the foot of the palace were waiting for orders when they heard a heavy thud on the ground and when they looked down, it was the head of the lycan king. Marius. Lucian ran into the palace and his mother stood at the entrance, she had her back on him and when he was some steps closer, he lifted his sword to his head again and ran towards her. He got to where she stood and raised his sword higher and struck. Her blood was all over the place and her head rolled to the other side. Lucian stood there, with his parent’s blood all over him and his sword in hand. He heard footsteps behind him, the soldiers were running toward him. When they got to where he was, they knelt on one knee and bowed their heads.
“LONG LIVE KING LUCIAN!!!”
They all chanted in unison.
*** ELIZA’S POV ***
She woke up on the day of the war and went inside to freshen up. She did and wore a blue flowing gown. She didn’t want to go anywhere. In truth, she was scared. It was not easy for her to see death coming right at her and still remain the same, but she had to. For her son, she had to. For herself, she had to.
She dressed and stood by the window, watching the birds chirp and the wind blowing.
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