07-15-2018, 01:01 AM
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for days the small group of five had been travelling- five days to be exact, which matched with the five guards and their constant moods. they had arrived in what used to be canada on tuesday, which had been gloomy and rainy, just like his oldest guard. wednesday had been loud with the sound of hooves against the concrete of small town full of people, all greeting the prince that was passing through, loud like the youngest guard. thursday had been calm but happy, just like his favourite guard who rode next to him the entire trip so far. friday had been full of ispy and excitement as they grew closer to their destination, excited like his twin sister that rode the same horse, sat in front of him on the saddle (much to nicéphore’s discontent).
once saturday rolled along, everything had become eerily quiet, the wind of the mountain and the snow that billowed around them caused most of the guards discomfort, much like his newest guard. he had been keeping an eye on that guard, hardly sleeping around the man who kept staring at his sister (which was very creepy, as the man was nearly twice her age).
as the snow had gotten worse, and the flurries turned to a blizzard, they had stopped to set up the tents under a mass of trees, and nicéphore had given his sister his fur cloak to keep the young woman warm. they would have to wait out the storm, the guards informed, and the silent guard merely gave a grunt.
as the hours pulled along, the silence became unbareabke, and his sister jumped to her feet. “Je vais faire une promenade! Henry, Nicéphore, viens avec moi.[sup]1[/sup]†she demanded, and Nicéphore threw an uneasy look at the silent henry as he rose to his feet.
“Opale, je ne suis pas sûr que prendre Henry soit la meilleure idée.[sup]2[/sup]†he said, obvious unease in his tone, however he stood as well and moved to his sister to make sure that he stayed close. opal shrugged and flashed one of her award winning smiles. “Ne t'inquiète pas, mon frère, je lui fais confiance.[sup]3[/sup]†she reassured, clapping delicate hands together and looking to henry, who was still silent as ever.
Nicéphore sighed as he wadded through the snow after her, shaking his head. she was never good at listening to him, but he still loved her anyways.
as they walked, the work grew darker, and henry took a torch from his belt, lighting it and holding it ahead of them. nicéphore didn’t like how the bushes rustled and how the critters of the night made their noises, and he guessed henry must have sensed that, as he set a hand on his shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.
thought, it only lasted a split second, as after a moment, arrows started to pierce the ground near them, and opal shrieked in horror as one pierced her leg, then her stomach and the side of her neck, making her collapse and start to cry. before nicéphore could react, he was tackled to the ground and shielded by a large body, and when he turned to look, he saw henry, wincing as one arrow just barely broke through his armour.
nicéphore turned to look back at his sister as she bled out, sobbing broke lg at the numbfeeling through her entire body, until the light died in her eyes. nicéphore struggles against the guard that was protecting him and scrambled to his sister in a panicked crawl. “Non! nNon, non, non! Non, ne me fais pas ça, Opal, tu ne peux pas, pas maintenant![sup]4[/sup]†he exclaimed and looked to the trees, scrambling to his feet, hot tears of rage filling blue eyes.
in one fluid motion, he drew his sword, taking a battle position and shouting into the darkness, “Sortez et combattez comme des hommes, vous les lâches![sup]5[/sup]†there was no response except an an arrow flying through the air and piercing his stomach, nearly exactly where it hit his sister. blood started to seep through the fine fabric of his shirt and a bit of blood erupted from his mouth as he coughed, and fell to his knees, seeing henry charge into the trees, and shouts of about three other men sounded as his vision darkened and he blacked out.
only moments later, he opened his eyes to see henry tying to bandage him up, and he saw that the arrow that had pierced his stomach was sat on the ground, arrow head bloodied. nicéphore let his eyes wander to henry as he felt the man’s hand go over his mouth, and suddenly a boiling pain formed over the arrow wound, and nicéphore screamed at the horrible pain that seemed to envelop him. when henry pulled away, he saw him stab a dagger into the snow and the blazing fire he had quickly made.
sobs began to fall from the boy’s mouth as henry sat him up and started writing the wound, repeating to him over and over again in a language he hardly knew: “youre ok, prince, you’re ok.â€Â
/tldr: nicéphore’s sister was killed in an ambush, nicéphore was shot once but that was taken care of by henry, and now they’re sat a few miles from the village! [member=8711]MAGELLAN™[/member]
[sup]1[/sup] I’m going for a walk! Henry, Nicephorus, come with me.
[sup]2 [/sup]Opal, I'm not sure that taking Henry is the best idea.
[sup]3 [/sup]Do not worry, brother, I trust him.
[sup]4 [/sup]No! n No, no, no! No, do not do that to me, Opal, you can not, not now!
[sup]5 [/sup]come out and fight like men, you cowards!
[glow=white,2,300]LIFE GOES ON, IT GETS SO HEAVY[/glow]
[div style="width: 330px; color: black; font-size: 10pt;font-family: arial black; text-align: justify; margin-top: -5px;"]/trigger: blood, murder of a teenager/minor, injuryfor days the small group of five had been travelling- five days to be exact, which matched with the five guards and their constant moods. they had arrived in what used to be canada on tuesday, which had been gloomy and rainy, just like his oldest guard. wednesday had been loud with the sound of hooves against the concrete of small town full of people, all greeting the prince that was passing through, loud like the youngest guard. thursday had been calm but happy, just like his favourite guard who rode next to him the entire trip so far. friday had been full of ispy and excitement as they grew closer to their destination, excited like his twin sister that rode the same horse, sat in front of him on the saddle (much to nicéphore’s discontent).
once saturday rolled along, everything had become eerily quiet, the wind of the mountain and the snow that billowed around them caused most of the guards discomfort, much like his newest guard. he had been keeping an eye on that guard, hardly sleeping around the man who kept staring at his sister (which was very creepy, as the man was nearly twice her age).
as the snow had gotten worse, and the flurries turned to a blizzard, they had stopped to set up the tents under a mass of trees, and nicéphore had given his sister his fur cloak to keep the young woman warm. they would have to wait out the storm, the guards informed, and the silent guard merely gave a grunt.
as the hours pulled along, the silence became unbareabke, and his sister jumped to her feet. “Je vais faire une promenade! Henry, Nicéphore, viens avec moi.[sup]1[/sup]†she demanded, and Nicéphore threw an uneasy look at the silent henry as he rose to his feet.
“Opale, je ne suis pas sûr que prendre Henry soit la meilleure idée.[sup]2[/sup]†he said, obvious unease in his tone, however he stood as well and moved to his sister to make sure that he stayed close. opal shrugged and flashed one of her award winning smiles. “Ne t'inquiète pas, mon frère, je lui fais confiance.[sup]3[/sup]†she reassured, clapping delicate hands together and looking to henry, who was still silent as ever.
Nicéphore sighed as he wadded through the snow after her, shaking his head. she was never good at listening to him, but he still loved her anyways.
as they walked, the work grew darker, and henry took a torch from his belt, lighting it and holding it ahead of them. nicéphore didn’t like how the bushes rustled and how the critters of the night made their noises, and he guessed henry must have sensed that, as he set a hand on his shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.
thought, it only lasted a split second, as after a moment, arrows started to pierce the ground near them, and opal shrieked in horror as one pierced her leg, then her stomach and the side of her neck, making her collapse and start to cry. before nicéphore could react, he was tackled to the ground and shielded by a large body, and when he turned to look, he saw henry, wincing as one arrow just barely broke through his armour.
nicéphore turned to look back at his sister as she bled out, sobbing broke lg at the numbfeeling through her entire body, until the light died in her eyes. nicéphore struggles against the guard that was protecting him and scrambled to his sister in a panicked crawl. “Non! nNon, non, non! Non, ne me fais pas ça, Opal, tu ne peux pas, pas maintenant![sup]4[/sup]†he exclaimed and looked to the trees, scrambling to his feet, hot tears of rage filling blue eyes.
in one fluid motion, he drew his sword, taking a battle position and shouting into the darkness, “Sortez et combattez comme des hommes, vous les lâches![sup]5[/sup]†there was no response except an an arrow flying through the air and piercing his stomach, nearly exactly where it hit his sister. blood started to seep through the fine fabric of his shirt and a bit of blood erupted from his mouth as he coughed, and fell to his knees, seeing henry charge into the trees, and shouts of about three other men sounded as his vision darkened and he blacked out.
only moments later, he opened his eyes to see henry tying to bandage him up, and he saw that the arrow that had pierced his stomach was sat on the ground, arrow head bloodied. nicéphore let his eyes wander to henry as he felt the man’s hand go over his mouth, and suddenly a boiling pain formed over the arrow wound, and nicéphore screamed at the horrible pain that seemed to envelop him. when henry pulled away, he saw him stab a dagger into the snow and the blazing fire he had quickly made.
sobs began to fall from the boy’s mouth as henry sat him up and started writing the wound, repeating to him over and over again in a language he hardly knew: “youre ok, prince, you’re ok.â€Â
/tldr: nicéphore’s sister was killed in an ambush, nicéphore was shot once but that was taken care of by henry, and now they’re sat a few miles from the village! [member=8711]MAGELLAN™[/member]
[sup]1[/sup] I’m going for a walk! Henry, Nicephorus, come with me.
[sup]2 [/sup]Opal, I'm not sure that taking Henry is the best idea.
[sup]3 [/sup]Do not worry, brother, I trust him.
[sup]4 [/sup]No! n No, no, no! No, do not do that to me, Opal, you can not, not now!
[sup]5 [/sup]come out and fight like men, you cowards!
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AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT
I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS