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Post by fleabittengray on Nov 13, 2016 17:03:14 GMT -7
He hadn't wanted to go at first, not really interested in meeting a neighboring Princess on a day he had promised to spend playing games with his own herd's foals. His little sister, barely a year old, had been so excited to be able to spend the whole day with him, had been talking about it all morning, but then their father had pulled him aside and told him that he'd made arrangements for Oath to go and meet this Princess. Armida was her name, and she was beautiful. When Oath had first laid eyes on the sorrel mare, he had been, admittedly, a little tongue tied but he'd found his words seconds later and introduced himself. They got along perfectly, better than he got along with most Princesses he was matched with, at at three years old he had already been matched with quite a few of them. He was a handsome brute, standing tall at nineteen hands, towering over the dainty Armida who was an arab mix. He towered over most of the Princesses, actually, and that seemed to intimidate them but after they got to know him, most of them were entranced by him and wanted to be wedded to him. Oath had never been able to pick someone, much to his father's displeasure, but with the way he and Armida had been able to laugh and joke around while also discussing important things about their seperte kingdoms, Oath was thinking this was going to be the perfect match. She was the dainty princess he needed to match his rugged, handsome role as the crowned prince. He was excited to discuss the possibility of a royal wedding with his father. But as he neared his home it became clear that something was wrong. There were no guards to greet him as he walked across into their territory. Instead, he was greeted by the stench of blood and death and the sound of silence. His mouth growing dry, nares flaring as he looked around him, inhaling deep and picking up unfamiliar scents of unknown equines, the prince picked up a thrice beat. It only took a couple more minutes before he found the first bodies. Two guards, their throats ripped out, their legs twisted and mangled. It was clear that they had put up a good fight, but they had lost. This only frightened the young prince and he charged on, calling out recklessly for his father, for his sister. For his sickly mother that would have no hope for defending herself. Gods, what had happened here? He pushed on into the territory, not thinking about if there were still enemies around. He saw more and more bodies, the figures of guards and knights... of helpless children. Slaughter. Every last one of them. There were no movements, no sounds, just piles upon piles of broken and bloodied bodies that would be forever burned into the dappled Prince's mind. He could feel sweat beginning to lather his sides, his eyes going wide as he scanned over the piles of corpses. Tears stung at the edges of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks slowly. Silently. And then he saw it. Movement, just ahead of him. He called out raggedly, voice shaking, but there was no answering call. He trotted forward, his chest tightening as he recognized the managed body of his sister's fading black coat, stained with blood. Her eyes were wide open, staring up at the sky, and as he approached her one of her little legs twitched but she made no sound. "Emilia!" he screamed, reaching down to nudge her face gently, his silent tears now becoming sobs as he watched the little light that was left in her fade from her eyes. She stared up at him with lifeless eyes. He cried out, screaming out his agony as he looked around him once more. Just feet from his sister's body lay his father and besides him, his mother. He could tell that they had both tried to protect the princess, but whoever had done this had succeeded in taking her life. In taking all their lives. He was the lone survivor it seemed. He stood vigil over his sister's body that night, mulling over what had happened. In the darkness of the night, his heart began to grow colder. He knew who had done this. The neighboring Dark kingdom was the only one with the manpower and lack of morals to do this. To slaughter a whole kingdom without warning, with no reason! It was the Darks that had done this... and it was the Darks that would have to pay. He would make sure of it. He burried Emilia the next morning. She was the only body he bothered to bury. Tagged: fleabittengray Words: 795 Comments:
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