Chapter 17: Its A Trap (2/2)
Turning my back, a cold, sinister light flashed through my eyes as I left the academy. I knew Grimlor wanted to speak to me, but I was in no mood or state to talk. Walking to the carriage, I slowly got in before it pushed off with a jerk.
With a soft sigh, I placed my palm on my cheek before sneering. Seeing the carriage full of guards with golden armor, I rolled my eyes at my uncle's obvious plot. Suddenly after a few minutes, a massive explosion sounded next to the carriage.
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
The blast was so powerful I could feel parts of my arm being scorched black as charcoal by the heat as one of the guards yanked me closer. Blood leaked from my forehead, dripping down my chin as I stared coldly at the five people that had long scars similar to Isula.
Cursing Grey beneath my breath for using me as bait, I scoffed coldly before, whispering into the captain that helped protected me, ”Leave one alive, but make sure he escapes...make it look good.”
Arching his brow, he hastily nodded before a massive battle began to take place. Light began to flicker across pendragon as I stared in awe. I could feel the ground shattering and churning as the guards began brutally butchering the scarred men into pieces.
The captain of my guards was stained in blood as he gripped one of the soldiers by the head, tearing it along with his spine from the soldier's body while releasing a savage roar, ”LEAVE NOTHING ALIVE KILL KILL!!!!”
Hearing his battle cry, I saw more and more soldiers all having scars on their faces rushing out like a mad beast. They shouted with vigor and insanity as they charged at me with killing intent.
But it would seem that Grey had already planned for that as a man with Ashen hair appeared. His eyes were crimson, with a feral grin that hung on his menacing lips as he drew his sword from his waist that held no hilt.
Like a whirlwind of crimson, I saw a sea of corpses and gore fill my eyes as the Ashen man began his slaughter. Anything that got in his path was exterminated, be it enemy or guard. His chilling laugh rang through my ears as he stared bitterly at the sea of death, somehow wishing to slaughter more.
The captain had allowed one to escape secretly, allowing some of his people to shadow that scarred man. However, there was a sour look on his face as he stared at his dead brother's that the Ashen Haired man had killed.
”Arsène the Little Ashen prince of that whore Emma. I look forward to seeing you rise. Grow strong so that I may enjoy snuffing the life from your cold body.” The Ashen man roared with insanity, vanishing before I could question who he was.
My mind shivered as I could feel his killing intent wash over me like rain. Who the hell was that man? Gazing at the river of bodies, I grunted, turning my attention to the captain, ”Let's go, secure my return.”
Lifting me up, the light began to bend as we darted towards the Snow Estate at a frightening rate. Both Mother and Father were awaiting my arrival as they embraced me, releasing a heavy sigh of relief.
”Did you let one escape,” Grey asked impatiently?
”...I did; the captain's guards are currently shadowing him as we speak. Do you have any idea who they were? They seem to be targeting me.” I asked, lightly wiping the thick sweet blood from my face.
”No, we are interrogating Isula right now, but he is proving difficult to break...we will talk later, we need meet with his majesty,” Grey hissed with a cold flourish as he vanished.
Mother and father both apologized before they too vanished, leaving me helpless at their way of communicating.