A god

Joash

I had more foes than friends and a large number of them wanted me dead. Knowing this, I had trained my body over the years. I was a god and couldn't be found wanting. I had ingested different kinds of poisons and I was immune to many of them. But the poison laced with the dart that cut me had an unusual effect in my body. My brother must have gotten this especially to take me down.

I felt the poison swim in my blood and I knew I couldn't hold it for long, I had limited time. I had to get back to my chambers and ingest all that I had stashed for moments like this. But how? I was feeling weaker and Derrick was gone.

Sweat trickled down my body and for once, I detested my decision to send Derrick away.

My legs began to wobble and I began to crumble. I went down and I was almost hitting the ground when I heard a call. "Your Highness…." The voice sounded jumbled and unclear and I thought I was hearing things.

At the last moment when I was almost hitting the ground, a solid but soft