My day.. Let me tell you something about my day. It began like any other, which is to say bad, hell I'd go as far as to say miserable.
Since the start of the day I was harassed, walked in on a situation I didn't want any part of, had a group of thugs try to kill me, and a stray princess was forced into my care... Today began as a miserable day. But now... Now that the day is over... God has been a good day.
Earlier in the morning."Remember today not only are we celebrating the end of the war that has allowed our great nation to flourish, we will also be feasting to celebrate the great union between our Prince Halbert whom is the pride of our nation and the Emperor's daughter Princess Sarah Everheart!" yelled a crier from atop the podium competing with the sounds of the market.
'Yes yes we get the message. I'm amazed he still has his voice.' The young man thought to himself. 'The poor stooge has been up there for the past week announcing the same thing and giving updates on progress of the preparations as if anyone actually gives a shit.'"Chris have you been listening to anything I just said to you?"
The young man named Christopher Hayden snapped back to reality looking to one of the few friends he had, Ms. Angela Vicard who was the daughter of a rich merchant. What precisely their family deals in has always been a mystery to Christopher. Any time he tried to inquire she would always have a vague answer such as "Oh we always try to supply whatever needs our clients have." He knew her family supplied things as simple as cooking supplies to having contracts with the military for both food and weapons, but their wealth definitely surpassed the expected income of those contracts.
""Cut me some slack Angela it's already been a long enough morning." He was completely exasperated having just finished their morning classes at the military institute they attend together. Which was as pleasant to Christopher as walking barefoot on broken glass.
"You kind of brought that on yourself. The instructor was pissed. I'm not saying you should have paid attention to the lessons necessarily, but would it really kill you to at least pretend to pay attention, hell at least keep your eyes open just to humor the man. Never know maybe he would even cut you a little slack if you didn't do this to him every day." She rolled her eyes thinking back to their class. "It's Not like I wish to hear it again either but Sometimes it doesn't hurt to play along."
"Come on it was a lecture about the war. it's a story that even the poorest and uneducated know! Why the hell should we actually dedicate an entire day listening to the same story that all of us have had forced down our throat repeatedly over the past year! The story is bull shit anyways."
"You always say it's a lie no matter how many times you're yelled at for it."
"Calling bullshit anything other than bullshit, is bullshit."
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SMACK. Christopher could only help but grunt andhold the back of his head. When this girl brought down the hammer boy did it hurt.
What Christopher was referring the the war that had come to an end two years ago between the Eternal Empire and the kingdom of Albrael. The war had lasted for 3 years. Shortly after the initial invasion the fighting came to a deadlock, a kingdom everyone believed would surrender or be crushed within 6 months held out far longer than any could have anticipated. Due to the efforts of Albrael's army and more so their Black Guard division whom the empire came to respect as their adversary. They had once said they fought with the ferocity of a cornered pack of wolves, and these wolves would always bite back.
Eventually The Empire approached King Robert Velen offering him terms, become a loyal vassal and answer when called upon. In return the king, and all his subjects would be allowed to keep their status, and lands without fear so long as they paid their taxes and maintained control of their territory they would be allowed to govern themselves. King Robert chose to accept the terms of Emperor Aldous Everheart to spare their two nations any more blood shed. Both Sides called for celebration happy to return to their normal lives and families, Although some refused their kings orders. Outraged by the king's decision Havoc led the Black Guard division in a failed attempt to murder the king, and take control of the country to stop the surrender.
To The Black guard accepting this was simply becoming a slave to another nation. Although before they could follow through with their plans, the king discovered them. Prince Halbert led a large force of the regular army to stop and prevent the murder of his father. After Havoc's failure The Black Guard was purged there were rumors of some of the soldier's escaping but they were hunted, disgraced, and one could say they were now considered to be a taboo or curse to most of the populace. Once the hero's of their nation now were hunted by the very people who upheld them.
The dead had no voice to tell their story. The only voices to speak up were the ones to condemn the dead.
"Giving this poor soul yet another lecture? Come on Angela cut the poor man some slack." A male voice said, lightly emitting a chuckle. Angela and Christopher turned to look at the laid back voice. A tall muscular man with slicked back blonde hair strode up to them with his hands clasped behind his head. By all definitions... A pretty boy. Christopher himself was not a bad looking man but the way women mostly looked at him and Thomas was night and day different. While Chris was fairly muscular himself he didn't have the bulging arms like Thomas and has Black shorter, messy spiked up hair and blue eyes. Not exactly an attention grabber compared to his friend Thomas. Rich, Charismatic, and built like a stone wall. "Thomas you shouldn't encourage him! Things like that are one of the biggest reasons most of the school looks down upon him! His attitude towards other students and classes is known by everyone as hostile and uncaring. How many times now have they tried to throw him out? If n
"Hello Elise" The beautiful woman was now standing in front of him, with a beaming smile that could melt the hearts of anyone that was lucky enough to see it. He could say with certainty that it was a smile that would captivate any man and bend them to her will. Happily she was not that type of person though. "Hello handsome, turns out it was a good thing I delayed my shopping trip for dinner today." "Haha" Christopher gave a feeble laugh unable to make eye contact with her, he couldn't help but to feel shame. She lifted him by his chin giving him a soft smile. "After the life you've lived, I'm amazed that you've come this far. Regardless of how you feel. I'm proud of you." She declared planting a soft kiss on his lips. As far as Christopher could think of there were three to five people in this world he honestly loved and would do anything for. She was the one thing that held him together in this new life. Whenever he thought he was no longer able to take it, she always knew what
Christopher said his goodbyes to Elise and managed to get himself smacked a few more times for some of his off hand remarks. As he began making his way back home he found a public bench and decided to sit down and rest for a minute. He watched as everyone went about their business with smiles on their faces. 'How oblivious these people are.' Christopher couldn't help but to be envious of them. Going through their lives haggling, lifting, working their same routine never changing....Happy. He knew that Elise was right he had to at least try to take things more serious, many people in the world would give their left arm for the chance to attend the academy that he was going to. The same time his patience could only carry him so far. Everyday he had to endure favoritism and society ranking being shoveled in his face. There were multiple occasions their teachers would try to change facts award the right answer to some high ranking brat. Just as an example say the teacher asked a noble w
"HELP!" Christopher knew this was not a good situation by any means. Anyone could recognize a shake down of this sort. The small group was surrounded and on top of it two of them seemed to be non combatants. That left only the two fighters standing in the front. As if things weren't stacked against the outnumbered group as it was. The fighters would have to defend themselves while also trying to protect dead weight. They may stand a better chance if they were alone with a single hand tied behind their backs. This situation... Christopher knew that this was the opportunity of a life time! It was the moment that one could set themselves above the rest, to put it all on the line for the greater good! To conquer ones fears and rise above evil! To be a hero! "Screw this." Mumbled Christopher. There was just one problem with that. Christopher had no urge to become a hero. It was the kind of thing that would just complicate his life or most likely end it. Eith
Even after witnessing the debatable innocent die in front of them the small group refused to give up and unsheathed their weapons the middle aged man pulled out a two handed sword, the Younger behemoth of a man pulled up a giant mace and readied it. He usually preferred to wield his mace with a shield but it would have drawn to much attention so he left it behind, although most people would agree the massive mace he was using would have drawn far more attention. The goons already had their weapons out and had assumed a fighting stance. When they heard a body hitting the floor all of the thugs smiled at the small group. "Janich now that's done come and join the fun." "Oh man I think Janich must be really sick! He isn't looking so good." Big boss man number one immediately turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. On the ground was not Christopher's body but the goon known as Janich with a hole stabbed into his throat. All eyes were drawn to the one eve
The Hooded girl began vomitting uncontrollably having just witnessed a mans head being ripped from his body. After the brief pause to take in what they had just witnessed, her guards came back to their senses. While the enemies attention was elsewhere and still had their backs turned to them the towering youth brought his mace down on the head of the man closest to him. Blood, bone fragments and brain tissue went flying in every direction splattering the walls, even a little had landed on the feet of the women present. The same time the middle aged man cut the head off the other with his Broadsword the head rolled around on the floor coming to rest near the remaining thugs. Now only two enemies remained, Big boss number one and another both caught in between Christopher and the small group. Christopher stared down big boss man number one. Holding the head out in front of him, His emotionless face slowly began to turn into a smile. Witnessing the brutality, and this smile, Big Boss
Half a boss man number one Still had not realized what happened to him. Confused and sweating profusely he could not figure out why he was on the ground, All he did know is for some reason it felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. The thing was though nobody was near him that could have touched him. It was then he glanced to the side, laying next to him was half an arm and some ones legs. ' I wonder who those belong to.. Hey i got the same pair of pants...' The moment half a boss man thought that, he began to feel and immense amount of pain.Chris slowly turned to face Half a boss man number 1 and squat down on the ground staring him in the eyes. Boss man could hardly believe this was the same man who he called out to. He had brought his own death down upon him. Chris glanced down next to him and his smile grew even more."You son of a bitch" whispered half a boss man. ' I remember hearing once that the grim reaper takes on many forms. Who would have
"Well alright then you have deal." "Your highness please tell me you're joking? You are entrusting your fate to someone who is clearly insane! Possibly mentally unstable." Braum whispered in her ear, as he eyed Christopher who was currently taking any valuables and money from the dead men he had just killed. "Crazy? Possibly I'll give you that much. But before you pass judgement you should walk a mile in that persons shoes." Chris shrugged talking over his shoulder. "Although not mentally unstable. Really id say what really stands out in my mind as crazy is the fact that for whatever reason i agreed to help you." "See! He even agrees he's probably crazy!" "Braum that's enough. You have to remember the entire reason for this situation is actually our fault. While i trust you, Garrett, and Vanessa more then anyone else alive, the fact is we need help if were going to get out of here." The middle aged man who's name was apparently Braum let out a deep si