“Why is it not stabilizing at all?” shouted a woman. She seemed frustrated. She stood in front of heavily reinforced glass. Behind the glass was a portal attached to the wall. It had a circular design with a lot of wire attached to it.
An unstable rift was phasing in and out reality in the middle, but never becoming clear enough to see where it goes.
The woman thought: “getting the resources need to reach that far without them noticing was extremely we can’t afford any more failure or delay or things” feel desperate, and she tried desperate measures, “It might set us back a bit if I keep pushing, but I need results or it all well is for nothing”
She gave orders to people around here to use devices nearby to try to stabilize the rift.
It seemed to work, and Rift slowly turned into a portal, but it was still unstable it showed the inside of the palce being burned this scene shocked here that didn’t make sense this coordination should have been the empty plan, but she told me that those data for location was extremely old and outdated
sigh it doesn’t matter I got what I want and I need to turn it off I say as I order them to “turn it off” while we still have the chance, but before they can something happened.
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“what is point of your life ”
“the last twenty years of your life it has to have meant something ”
is the question I ask myself
as I run through the burning palce desperate and flustered, I finally find what I want in front of me a massive door made of steel and heavily decorator with gold
He looks at them for a moment the guards that were supposed to be here are gone not wasting any more time I rush in open the door and Look inside I see empty shelves with broken glass and magical and valuable relics inside gone
those traitors’s low life if I ever get my hand on them, but that doesn’t matter in the end they failed to take feu Cramoisi he looks at the only item they failed to steal a sword that glows red with red Spark’s surrounding it with a handle made of gold and sheath made of red gemstone decorated with gold it was inside a glass container covered with countless enchants for protection and there were fresh blood of human beside it them not caring for it and in the place where the keyhole should have been there was a small circle the size of a ring
I look at my right hand with multiple rings on it and I look at the one with our family crest containing an image of a dead dragon I use the ring to unseal most of the enchantment, but this sword is still very dangerous ,so I keep some of them after that I pick it up and hugged finally allowing myself a sigh of relief for a moment I feel my eyes being wet, but only for a moment then I push it all away.
Wiping my eyes away I stand up and as I prepare to leave I hear voices and footsteps nearby I start running to the door, but before I can reach it
Multiple people holding rifles and wearing poorly made military uniforms and cheap red hats arrived in front of the door aiming their rifles at me their fingers on the trigger.
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At their head was the only one with a decent uniform when they saw me
Their eyes were filled with anger self-righteous and satisfaction, but the last one changed to unease and a hint of greed when they saw the sword in my hand
The man: “Oh Your Highness it’s nice seeing you mind answering some question starting with what happened here” he said as he bowed sarcastically
I don’t reply looking at him coldly not showing any emotion
The man annoyed at the lack of replay “we Well get those answers from you with enough time Victore Plute I sadly inform you that you are under arrest for betraying Valanis and its people”
I couldn’t help, but let a small smile show, but not bothering to replay I held the handle of the sword readying myself to release the seal on it
The man with a hint of fear betraying his confidence “Victor Plute I advise you to surrender peacefully and to not resist and don’t even think of using that sword we both know you aren’t a powerful enough sorcier to not burn yourself alive using it and even if you could you won’t make it far before being caught”
I replay “But I will kill you and still have a small chance at surviving, something you won’t have if this continues,” I said not allowing any emotion like my fear or my hesitation to show
The men started at me for a moment contemplating their options Some showed a sigh of maybe retreating, but before they could
The man replied “Celeste do you know that name”
I look at him finally showing emotion of confusion “What”
The man continues “She is my wife she died in fame your father caused”
I replay: “That famine affected everyone..”
Breaking his composure the man looked at me with anger the look I had used after years of seeing “Really you say that, but you could have fooled me with all the food you stored while she died from her illness starving in my hand, where you even aware of any of it when it happened of course you just kept living your life in your Castle pretend we don’t exist”
I reply with a hint of guilt “Is spiting me worth getting yourself and your men killed "
The men “Oh yes it is and just to inform you most of them went through something similar and we won’t disgrace their memory by cowering before you again and even if we die it will still burn you won’t it "
Giving up I draw a beautiful decorated bald that feels as if it was forged of dark crimson metal and pure gold and the next moment I feel the pain of being burned, but I control my envie to limit damage to my body and lessen the pain.
The men looking at the prince holding the sword with a blade made of dark crimson and gold were afraid they knew they wouldn’t survive this, but they would never allow themselves to run from him with fear in their hearts, but filled with maddening devotion they aimed their guns at him
“drop the sword and surrender now traitor ” The fire surrounding the prince and the sword intensified knowing the leader of the group with a hint of hesitation looked at him “As a Lieutenant in National Guard men you are allowed to use your weapons ”
The man looked at me with hatred “Whenever you see the burns of today Your Highness you will no longer be able to forget me Etienne armmed”
the men fired their guns for the last time as all the fear in their bodies evaporated as they shouted “All hail……” Before they can say their last words they are burned to ash as a terrifying crimson flame consumes the castle
It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt
It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt
It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt
It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt
After what feels like forever the pain lessens even with all that pain I don’t let go of the sword it is way more important than my pain as muster what energy I have left to stand I see a weird rift opening into place that isn’t burning to hurt and exhausted to doubt what I was seeing and out of options I reach for unstable trying to cross, but something is stopping, but I keep pushing finally in desperation I hold a sword again and use to try to open it works and hear a shattering voice.
I look upward at the sealing and I notice an opening in it I look one last time at the crystal sky and the light of the sun shining through that crystal before I cross the portal with desperate hope