~Burdon~

When I woke, I realized that I had one of the strangest dream I ever had. In the dream I felt like I was floating, but I wouldn't open my eyes for fear of what was going to happen when I did. The towel was still covering my eyes. Something is going on; people were panicking and running around. The Empire's soldiers must be back again, I got to get up. I was standing up-some what-when someone, presumably Rain, pushed down on my shoulders and told me to lay back down. Also that everything was fine. The person, presumably Rain, wetted the towel again and put it back on my nose again before I could even do anything about it. I fought again the perfume, and I fought to stay conscious. But my body betrayed me, and I fell comatose, again.
Finally, when I woke up, I wouldn't open my eyes for fear of what happened while I slept.
"Rain?" I asked, cautiously.
"I'm here," said Rain, and she quickly came to my side.
"What happened?" I asked, wanting-and not wanting, at the same time-to know how the battle went.
"The Varden won the last few fights against the Empire!" said Rain, excitedly.
"Really?!" I asked, surprised.
"Yes. We're not completely helpless without you," teased Rain.
"Can I get up now?" I asked.
"Yes, of course. Your wrist had healed when you were out."
"Really?!" I asked, feeling ecstatic. I opened my eyes, cautiously. And got out of the bed for the first time in months. I faced Rain. She looked different than the first time I saw her.
Her eyes were the color of rain, and they looked like they were carved from jewels. If I looked real closely I could see faint streaks of hair that are the color of rain-no wonder her name is Rain. She was beautiful even by werewolves standards.
"Are you leaving?" asked Rain.
"Yes," I said, and I left-after I gathered my stuff, and said good bye to Rain. I walked, directly, over to where my tent was and went in. As soon as I walked in everyone, that was in that tent, hugged me-including Malhaw who's not the most touchy-touchy person-and we did that for a very long time. "Have I been away for that long?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes," said everyone in a 'duh' tone. We all sat down, and we talked for a very long time-so long I couldn't even tell anyone how long, expect for it has been hours.
When dinner came we got up, and ate dinner, and we talked some more. We talked after dinner-we talked until we were too tired to talk, and we fell asleep.

∞

"I'm going to kill you!" I screamed at him through the bars in front of me, struggling to escape from my bonds. But they refused to break and only ended up cutting my wrists more. "You're dead!"
But he just turns to me and laughed. Which me makes fight against my chains harder. And, hopefully, I'll be able claw off that stupid smirk of his.
"Why would you want to do that? I am your Father, after all." Speaking of the smirk, it's on his face right now. How I want to swipe that sneer off of his face right now.
"And I'm your son! But you clearly decide to ignore that when it suites you!"
Out of the blue, the lunatic frowned as if remembering something sad-like, for example, someone who's died and you remember that they are, in fact, dead. But, of course, he no longer has a soul-at least one of kindness-anymore, because his face hardens as it does all the time.
"I have done what I had to do-no matter what the consequences are."
"Put country and family before power and lust!" I yelled at him before I adopted a softer tone. "You taught me that before you killed off that part of yourself."
The crazy man of a nutcase gripped the bars in front of me and him. He watched me, studying me-confused look on his face-as if he's trying to figure me out. And without warning, he stretched out his hand through the metal bars to touch me.
My shackles jingled and jangled as I jerked back from his outstretched hand-not wanting him to touch me after what he has done. I leaned away from him until he couldn't reach me anymore; and he dropped his hand away from me.
"I have tried turning back, but you always avoid me," the madman muttered, lowering his eyes.
Turning the blame on me now, eh? I mentally shook my head at that.
"You have yourself to blame for your mistakes. No one else."
The maniac raised his eyes to meet mine; a wicked, mischievous gleam in his eye. "I'll remind you of that the next time you regret doing something..." said the looney tunes of a king, who looked quite pleased with himself. "Which I have a feeling that it is going to be very soon."
"What have you done?!" I demanded, fighting against the bonds holding me down. "What on earth have you done?!"
As if in answer to my question, the door to this jail cell slammed opened, revealing two rather tall, buff guards manhandling a struggling Eve.
"Do you regret your choice now?" mocked my torturer, a sadistic gleam in his eye.
I quickly glanced over at Eve, showing her the worry I felt for her, before I replied with, "Yes. If I got choose, and I chose you to be my father, I really need to go back and tell myself to rethink that decision."
The psycho chuckled slightly at what I had said. Then his expression became serious. "And to think, I thought you were going to behave yourself for once."
"And to think, I thought you were going be kind for once," I imitated.
The big, bad wolf flashed his teeth at me before hiding them again. Then he threateningly stepped towards Eve. A knowing smile on his face.
I realized what he planned to do as the monster walked toward her. "Don't you dare!" I began fighting to break my chains again-which, of course, ended up butchering my wrists; hey a guy has got to try. But the stupid metal bonds stubbornly stayed around my wrists, simply refusing to budge. "Stop!" I practically begged him.
Amazingly, the wild man did stop; he paused a foot from Eve. But to only to face me. "As much as I love hearing the desperation in your voice, I must ask, 'Why? Why should I stop?'"
I did the 'fish mouth,' which meant that I opened and closed my mouth repeatedly. And I did that because I really wasn't sure what I should say. Well, I had a idea in mind, but I don't think that would help Eve in anyway. I really couldn't come up with anything that could help Eve in anyway; unless she wants to be dead or injured, which I highly doubt she does.
"I would choose your answer wisely if you wish to see her again."
I glared at him with all of my anger directed at him. I just want him to leave her alone! She had done nothing wrong.
The tyrant laughed at me as I glared at him-chuckling ever so slightly. As soon as he stopped, he said, "You know that won't work on me." The crazed king of a ruler nodded towards Eve; reaching across and stroking her cheek before grabbing her chin, as she struggled to escape from his grasp. It didn't seem to make a difference though, she's still in his grasp.
"But I know what would work on her... If you don't tell me why I shouldn't stop, I may just do it. You never know what could happen. And I would hate to scar such an pretty face," threatened the murderer.
I knew what he was implying. In that instant, my anger and-may I dare say-hate increased tenfold. I somehow resisted the temptation to snap his neck through the jail cell's barrier-mostly because I know what he'll do if he has the chance. And I refrained myself from boring daggers at him. The glowering typically would only make him angrier; which would only cause Eve harm.
A idea sprout into my mind like a flower. It blooms in my mind until I knew what to say; I just hope he won't hurt Eve.
"You won't harm her," I said as calm as I could with anger pulsing through me, and my heart thudding in my ears. The man with no soul glanced over at me, no expression, as I began again, "In anyway because, no matter how small, you still have a shred of humanity left. No matter how much you try, it's always there. And will come out sooner or later."
I hope it was sooner rather than later, I mentally wished.
"You think I still have compassion?" I slowly nodded, 'yes.' And he howled with laughter. "How wrong you are!" boosted the sociopath. "I lost the last pinch of kindness I had a long time ago!"
No doubt about that, I thought, critically. Was it, what, ten years ago that you last shown-or had-any ounce empathy within you?
"Guess I was wrong then. My apologies for thinking that you are not a sociopath."
The nutcase snickered underneath his breath. "Don't worry, Ecoè, after I'm finished with your sweetheart here, I'll make sociopaths look like a empaths."
The torturer ordered Eve to be dragged out by his henchmen, as I screamed, "No!" As I wrestled against the shackles holding me back-hardly even caring for the blood dripping down my arms anymore-my heart thudded so loudly that I swear I wish that it would burst out of my chest and punch that crazed old man for me. But... if wishes were fishes, then we're all have a fry. Sadly, I don't think I got my fry.
And to think, that evil, little... crab cakes still had the courage to walk up to me, in front of the bars. It's like I'm not wishing that I could tear his throat apart! Or anything like that. Also, there's that infuriating smirk of his.
"How you amuse me!" exclaimed the winner of the 'worst father in the world' award. Who is, by the way, has that, oh, so amazing sneer on that slightly aged face of his.
"Glad I could such a entertainment," I snarled bitterly, beyond furious at how the monster is treating Eve, her people, my people, and everyone. "I'll try to remember that when I'm clawing your face off. See if it amuses you then."
Apparently that wasn't a big enough threat for him because the unbelievably cold tyrant kept on having that mad, delighted look on his face. "Oh, it will. Trust me, it will."
I, honestly, couldn't see how it would. But, then again, he is crazy. And crazy tyrants deserve to be put away forever.
"Because," added the man, if he is man, whom I swear I hate most. "You still won't be able to escape those chains-"
"Just watch me!" I growled as I yanked on the manacles surrounding my wrists, which were connected to the links up above. And somehow even more blood slid down my arms from my bleeding wrists, but not like it matter-I ignored the pain flaring through my arms, telling me to stop, anyways.
I pulled on the chain link, hoping it would give, but other than a slight groan, it did no such thing. I was about to try again when I heard someone laughing their heads off. And, surprise, surprise, it was the lunatic.
"You realize that you won't be able to get out of those shackles, right?" The cuckoo man paused as if he was expecting a response, he didn't receive one, and he seemed disappointed at that. But the nutcase continued anyways, "I made those chains just for you. And, by the way, they are able to resist your strength-just thought you would want to know."
I swear I glared at him so hard that I thought holes were going to be burned in his head. But too bad that was only a wish, and not reality; because that would be nice.
"I'll leave you to your thoughts," said the shockingly crazy of a king, walking out of the jail cell door. While leaving me hanging there by my bleeding, cut wrists-starved, shirtless, furious, and freezing.

∞

"Get up! It's time too get up!" said a voice urgently.
"Five more minutes," I mumbled.
"You don't have five seconds, let alone five more minutes! You have to get up now!" commanded the voice, even more urgently. I groaned, but I didn't move. "Fine. You leave me no choice," said the voice. And right after the person said that, the bed got flipped over. I was facedown on the ground. The ground was dirt, grass, and other things like that-nothing was underneath the tent covering the ground, it was just plain ground.
And I groaned.
"Funny how when you are injured you want to get out of bed. But when you're not, you want to stay in bed," said Rain, sounding amused.
I got up. "You know what also is funny? When I want to get up, I have to stay in bed. When I want to stay in bed, I have to get up," I said, sounding unamused.
"Well, get up and get ready-there has been a sightings of Empire soldiers."
"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" I asked. "I would've already been ready if you told me that." Rain just rolled her eyes and left the tent. I, quickly, got my armor and weapons on and ready. I then got Licá's armor on. Once I got all of her armor on, and I got back onto the saddle, Licá asked, 'Ready?' I could just tell she was excited.
'Yes.'
'Good. Now this time don't injure yourself this time,' teased Licá. I rolled my eyes.
Licá flew us to where Valln and his dragon are at. As soon as we met up with Valln and his dragon they clashed together. Licá and Espinho clawed at each other-trying to bite the other's neck. Espinho managed to kick off Licá, but only for a few seconds before they clashed together again. Licá managed to kick off Espinho and circled around him and tried to bite his tail, but this time she missed. Espinho tried to bite Licá in return, but he missed by a few inches. They clashed together again and both dragons were really trying to take a bite at the other dragon's neck. Licá and Espinho both clawed at each other.
l am so glad that I remembered to put Licá's armor on. Sadly Espinho did not learn to not to go to battle without armor.
Licá kicked off Espinho, tried flying at a different angle to attack Espinho. I saw Espinho spun around, searching for her. She rammed into Espinho's side making him fly sideways.
'I can't believe he fell for that again.'
'I know. It's hilarious that he keeps on falling for the same tricks. He, apparently, has learned nothing from our last fight, which is a shame. Then again, it has been a few months since our last fight so-'
'He has probably forgot most of it. Which will end up him falling for some old tricks,' I finished, smirking.
'Exactly,' said Licá, beaming with pride, despite the situation.
Espinho-once he stopped spinning in circles-released a jet of fire. Licá managed to dodged the stream of fire set at her, and fired a jet of fire of her own at Espinho. Espinho had barley managed to dodge the fire. In the air there weren't any opportunity to fight Valln, yet.
Fortunately-unfortunately for him-I took a swipe at Espinho's leg and make a hit. I heard him roared a roar of pain. In revenge for that, Valln seemed to tried to take a stab at Licá's leg, and he would've made a serious wound if Licá hadn't jumped back in time , but Valln still gave her a scratch.
'Are you okay?'
'I'm fine! Why don't you concentrate on the fight instead of the scratch I got,' snapped Licá.
Espinho lunged at Licá again, and they clashed together. They clawed at each other's bellies, and tried to bite the other's neck. We started spinning again. I couldn't tell if it was downwards or upwards that I was facing. Licá managed to break away just in time before we crashed landed. Espinho, however, was barley able to stop himself from crash landing. But both of the dragons were able to land safely on the ground. I dismount myself from the saddle, so did Valln. I held my sword at ready, walking cautiously over to Valln. Valln lunged at me, I blocked. Valln kept on attacking, and I kept on blocking-waiting righting for the right moment to strike. I saw a wide opening that Valln-obviously- left opened and I took it. I caught Valln on the rib, that seemed to surprised him. Valln, then, took a swipe at me, and caught me on the arm. The wound on my arm wasn't deep but it wasn't just a scratch either.
Valln tried to wound me again, but I end up hitting Valln-instead of him hitting me-with the hilt of my sword to his midsection, causing the breath to go out of him. Valln dropped his sword and fell to his knees, out of breath. I took his sword before he could regain his breath and pointed it at Valln's neck. "Do you surrender?"
"No," said Valln, stubbornly, shaking his head.
"And why is that?" I asked, thinking that we will keep on fighting.
"Because of this!" yelled Valln, and he stabbed my leg with a small dart.
I, instinctually, let go of my sword and grabbed my leg. Almost instantly my vision started to wavered, and my mind started to get all clouded. Come on fight it, don't you dare go unconscious! I yelled to my unruly body.
I could see Valln standing over me, and he was... frowning? Maybe he was smiling and it just looks like he's frowning from my position. I was sure the sleeping drug from the dart was clouding my senses. I think I was starting to have hallucinations-effects from the sleeping drug. I think something was going on above me, I heard swords clash together. Well, of course, I did! I am in the middle of a battle right now! Through, it did seem closer than it would normally be. I had little-to no control-over my limbs now. I suspects the dart had some paralysis in it. I felt someone pick me up, I struggled as hard as I could with my unruly body.
I heard someone yell, in my native language, "Burdon, stop it! It's me!" I fell unconscious right then-before I could even identify the voice.

-
Question(s) of the chapter:
When was a time when you were stubborn? Are you usually stubborn? And even though you may not want to... breathe in and out and leave a comment down below. I'm actually quite stubborn. If I don't want to do something, I won't do it... unless I really really have to. Like high school for example. I didn't really like it, but I did it.

SC ©