6. Silence (angst, 3L special, Ren POV)

Here's a 3rd Life special for y'all, because it came to me like a dream and I wanted to write some 3rd/Last Life stuff.

Disclaimer; this isn't exactly canon to what actually happened, but close enough for me

Warning(s); Death, blood, blood and tears, oh wow I'm 100% an angst writer, more death

!3rd Life spoilers ahead!

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"Scar." The name was like a venom to him.

"Red King," the man replied, brandishing his weapon. The mockery within his tone was almost amusing, lacing the grounds of Dogwarts with a heavy pressure. His heart was pounding against his feeble ribcage, which suddenly felt so weak. His armour was merely a weight on his shoulders.

"You've come again to my humble abode, to make fun of meself again, I presume?" The Red King snapped with a bite of impatience. He did not have the energy to do this today. He did not want to fight today.

Alas, he would have to anyways. "I come here, extending an olive branch of peace, and yet again, you deny me."

The mockery made sense to him now. Scar was provoking him, prodding at him with his olive branch that was secretly dipped in poison.

"If you've come to kill me- kill us-, then get it over with. You've come with said olive branch but no, I can see the poison reflecting on its leaves. You will not trick me today, desert hippie."

All was still as he spoke. When he finished, the brunette had the audacity to laugh and wave a hand at him. "You've been practising your poetry lines, haven't you? Well, too bad, because you've forgotten one important rule."

His chest constricted with a sudden fear. Not a fear of death, but a fear of failure. A fear of defeat. His kingdom would fall, and he would fall with it.

"A king never travels without his Hand," Scar whispered. And from the shadows there he was, cloaked in red and silver, a whisper of death, signalling his end.

He heard his own Hand yell out and then only the sounds of clashing blades filled his ears. Scar's blade was stained with things the King did not want to know about. He drew his own blade and drove it against his foe, the dance of death resuming.

This time he hoped he would be victorious. Too many times had he lost. He didn't have the heart to lose more.

Their swords slid against each other like swallows, parrying and lunging faster than he could think. There was no time to step back, to slow, one move out of line and he would fall down out of the sky.

He parried, blocked, and saw his opponent lose his grip on the weapon. His sword carried him forward as he dived, his blade interlocking with the netherite, slicing, finding any gaps to-

It was a feint.

He stumbled back, feeling the beginnings of dread slip down his spine. His swallow had fallen from the sky. He'd been too greedy.

And the searing burst of pain in his chest told him he'd lost.

There was another chuckle above him, since when had he fallen to his knees? "Oh, Red King. It appears you've lost your red winter, and staggered back to your red fall."

He did not appreciate the pun, and neither did his Hand. He was screaming, calling out curses and insults, but he had been restrained. His attempts were futile.

"Let me go! Gri- I swear on my life m'lord, you'll be okay, t'is- tis but a scratch m'lord- get off!-" he broke off into a quiet sob. His heart was crumbling apart at the seams.

It was suddenly terribly quiet. The walls of Dogwarts were swimming before his eyes- had they always looked so cold and stark?- and his blood was pooling onto the gravel. The ground was coarse and painful beneath his knees.

The puppet master of lies stood, leaning above him, with one hand plunging the sword in his chest, and one hand wavering over his head. He felt the tugs on his hair, and his crown fell to the ground beside him, clattering onto the pavement. There were words being said, gloats that no longer mattered to him.

And his heart, which he had sought so hard to fill with joy, was suddenly empty. Devoid of hatred, devoid of sorrow, devoid of anything. It was very quiet in his head. The King has fallen.

"My- m'lord-" His Hand's voice was distant. He focused on his voice and nothing else. "My King- please- stay awake. Please, don't- don't die."

He felt the sharp metal digging into his ribcage every breath he took, his mind wandering. And as quick as the sword had been there, it was gone. Scar stared at the bloodied blade, then dropped it behind him. The sound it made did not reach his ears. The words the brunette said to his ally did not mean anything.

The world tilted and he was falling, no longer caring about the pain, only focusing on using his lungs and keeping his eyes open. Miraculously, there were hands to catch him.

"Ren." Martyn's soft tone grounded him to the world, allowed the lump in his throat to lessen. "Rendog, my King.  My friend."

His eyelids flickered. There was an odd ringing in his ears now, like the gushing waters of a stream, like a clock ticking away in his head, time trickling away between his fingers.

The colours of the sky blurred before him, blues blending into the clouds. The blue of the sea. The blue of the sky. The blue of the eyes that were weeping tears for him, mixing with the blood of thou King.

"Don't go, Ren," he whispered, dropping the accent. It had been so long since he'd heard his real voice. "Keep your eyes open, Ren."

I failed you, and my kingdom, and my home, He wanted to say. But his mouth did not want to move. He could not feel his lips anymore. The pain had gone away, and only blissful silence remained.

I'm sorry, he said instead. Or perhaps he thought it, rather than said. He did not know anymore.

The sky had turned black, and so had everything around him. In some part of his brain he was aware that he had closed his eyes. Another failure, he thought dully.

Martyn, he murmured in his head.

Martyn.

Martyn. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.

I'm sorry.

The world had gone silent.

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Word Count: 1071.

If you haven't watched 3rd Life I presume this made little sense to you. Please go watch it it's amazing, not forcing you or anything obviously, heh, uh, go watch it

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