|| Consequences||

•They are always consequences to your evil actions. At times, the punishments are  unbearable.•

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A thick blanket of grey clouds hid the sun from the town, and a cold chill wind embraced the townsfolk people like an unlikable friend.
Alas! In seconds, the sky cried, heavily and often a lilac light appeared on for a flash of a second. Afterward, the thunder roared aggressively as if it would strike anything at a given moment.

"BOOM"

A clamorous sound filled the air, followed by a loud thud. The lightning had struck a tree, and it fell on the ground, lifeless.

Besides that-yells and yells of prison guards also filled the air and often struck the prisoners' backs with their horse lashes.

"FASTER! FASTER!" A guard yelled and raised his hand high in the air and hit the prisoner's back.

The prisoner fell on his stomach as he groaned and cried out loud from the unbearable pain.

"My back!" He groaned as he tried to rub it with his hands, and despite that, it only added more to the physical pain.

"Get up, you old man!" A very angry tone filled the air as he stomped on the poor man's leg, and he groaned more in pain.

Within a moment, the guard staggered back and fell flat on his back as a red crimson liquid dripped from his forehead down onto the ground.

"Chain him! Quickly!" The guards yelled as they pulled pulled their swords out.

"Peasant little wench. Does not know his worth." A guard groaned as he charged forward and pierced his sword deeply into his flesh.
The poor man fell on his knees as he screamed with blood gushing out of his shoulder like a sprinkler.

"He is big, but he is weak!" The guard spoke as he chuckled out loud. He then crouched down and lifted the man's chin as he stared into his teary eyes with a grin on him. He stood up, and his builtly strong shoe made contact with the man's chest, and he fell on his back in a puddle of mud with a splash.

"I will show you your worth, Darsson." He growled as he raised his sword high in the air.

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"I DARE YOU ALL TO HALT!" Leon yelled at the top of his lungs, overpowering the multiple voices that yelled and murmured.

In flabbergastion, each person present focused their gaze on him as silence now took over.

"Spoiled little Prince thinks we are his puppets." One of Ziven's guards spoke as he pulled his sword and charged towards him. Despite that, he was knocked flat on his back and quickly rolled out of the way just in time to dodge a sword that almost pierced his neck.

"Not bad for a little rat." The same guard spoke as he charged towards Leon, who quickly moved out and hit the man with the back of his sword on the side of his armor.

He staggered back as he placed his hand on the side of his stomach - on which he wore a soft material round his stomach and back.

"Dammit! Shouldn't have worn this soft material." He growled and launched forward to strike again at Leon. In a split second, the man was on his knees with his hands placed on his abdomen as he felt a sharp pain. Blood trickled down his hand, and his white skin tone was then painted red with blood.

"How can I lose to a little boy." He spoke, and Leon's fist made contact with his jaw.

"Not bad for a little Prince Charming! I can still knock you down in seconds." A soft voice spoke as she swung her axes in the air while charging forward Leon. In a split second, the sound of metal clinging against each other filled the air, and Leon made contact with the ground as he crushed into another fighter. Who stumbled and fell flat on his back.

"Not yet down with you," she spoke and lifted her arms high in a criss-crossed manner, ready to slash the body that lay powerless on the ground. Leon waited for her to get a bit closer with her axes, and he quickly grabbed a pile of dirt and threw it in her eyes.

She screamed and dropped her axes as she rubbed her eyes really hard.

"Oof!" The sound slipped from her mouth as she crushed into the ground really hard.
In the next second, he found himself lying on the ground helpless as one of the fighter's boots made contact with his head, and he laid flat on the ground. Blood trickled on the other half of his face, and soon enough, the loud sounds of metals, people yelling, people sprinting away in terror, and others falling on to the ground began to faint away. His vision blackened. The man quickly raised his sword just above his head and lowered it on to be met with a clang of another sword an inch away from Leon's face. With all his might, the troop raised the sword just above his shoulder. The poor troop staggered back as he felt a heavy blow on his face, and he quickly ducked down, dodging another blow. In a quick second, his opponent kneed him in his guts, causing him to drop on the grainy ground next to Leon. He groaned in pain as he felt hard to breathe. The clanging of his armor grabbed the attention of other troops. Quickly, one of the troops charged towards the two rebellion, while two other troops restled to get him on a horse. They pulled the reins of their horse and set off to leave the battlefield as quickly as possible.

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Alethea stood by the balcony of the dining chamber. Her brown eyes intensely stared far ahead at the thousands of people that seemed like little ants in her eyes. Her eye lips left a small gap, and her hands gripped tightly onto the rail of the balcony. Her mind was lost in the scene in front of her until she heard a soft voice of a maiden.

"Princess," he spoke and lowered himself with his hands at his sides." I just spoke to one of the troops. They are on their way." He spoke. Alethea's eyes only stared forward. She could feel her heart pace increase, and her blood rin cold. She steadily inhaled the air, waiting for the maidens' next words.

"Prince Leon has been terribly wounded." He spoke. Alethea closed her eyes tightly, and the grip on the balcony tightened.She bit her lips. She could feel a sudden flow in her blood. Her eyes tensed as she turned her focus onto the maiden.

"Send in your best fighters. The Arc Wolves." She responded with a serious tone.

"The main issue is that only a few are in Entrinnia, and the others are patrolling."

She exhaled loudly before turning to him again to speak.

"Send in your best warriors, Darrius," She responded, this time with a much more serious tone than the one before.

"Yes, your majesty." He responded and turned on his heels to leave.

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"I will show you your worth,  Darsson."

"That is ENOUGH! They have family,  and this man right here did not commit a serious offense for him to be treated like this." A female guard yelled at the top of her voice.

"Another useless guard! Make yourself useful for once." The guard spoke and struck her with her fist. He then took a few steps forward before he grabbed her and fisted her a few more times.

"Stay away from her!" Another guard got in the way as he pulled him away. Her body laid halfdead halff alive in the rain with blood dripping endlessly from her nose.

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The Royal healer stood by Leon, his hand placed an inch above his head as he swayed it back and forth. He turned to face Alethea with a small smile tucked at the corner of his lips.

"He will be fine in a day or two,  and he just has to avoid any physical exercises for a week."

"Thank you for your guidance." Alethea spoke with a warm smile on he,  and the man grabbed hisequipments and made his way out.

"I will stay by your side,  brother," Alethea spoke as she held her brother's cold hands in her war, small little hands. "I wish she was here. I miss Aesira."

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