23 Prince Tirrel Vold Part 2 Ethon’s story

"This... General Dastan, we are leaving tomorrow in the morning at the first ray of light and tell Ethon that he must stay in the palace with my mother" Prince Tirrel was worried about Ethon's safety, so he sent him with the Queen because he knew that his father wouldn't act with the Queen as a witness.

When Ethon heard the words of Tirrel he felt that Tirrel was hiding something, but he went along with the Prince's orders.

The next day Tirrel rode on his horse and Ethon stood by his side.

"Well Ethon, I'm going" Tirrel smiles with some melancholy "See you in a couple of years"

Ethon did not respond and simply nodded.

Tirrel knew that his best friend had doubts about the order he had given him, but he could not simply tell him that his father the King suspected him as a traitor. However, Tirrel was also unaware of his provenance and still did not suspect him as he had found him in a dying state, in short, Ethon practically owed Tirrel's life and was unable to betray him.

Tirrel left.

Ethon saw him ride away until he disappeared from his sight and immediately went to the Queen's quarters. When the Queen saw Ethon enter, she knew immediately that her son Tirrel had sent him to protect him from the King. She knew perfectly well what her husband was like and his hatred towards the clan of Light and Darkness, and then he might suspect anyone. The problem was that the test for the magic review was positive the moment the training hall was cleaned, and the janitors observed remnants of dark magic. That resulted in suspected of being someone from the Dark clan in the castle and apparently had a position high enough to be able to use the training hall without giving hints at something that was out of the ordinary.

Ethon stared at her and bowed his head.

"You've grown up a lot, Ethon. The last time I saw you, you were a little boy who would reach my waist and now you even take me a high head" the Queen looked at the garden quietly while the gardeners made sure that she could enjoy the view without the need for her to come out.

The Queen was a sick and weak-body person, almost dying during the birth of her beloved son.

The Queen's appearance was a little curious, as it was known that this kingdom the element that reigned was fire and the second strongest was the wind. Normally people had red, orange or reddish silver hair. In the case of the Queen, she had electric blue hair, very striking. Her skin was whitish, but one could notice a greenish tone when getting close enough. Her eyes were goldish because the Queen was blind by birth, but that did not prevent her from moving freely around the castle.

It was true that she was very vulnerable and that is why the King hardly let her leave her room. Still, her ear and smell were almost perfect because she could identify who was in and out of his room before that person showed up. There was once they tried to kidnap her and they clearly regretted it. The Queen was weak in body, not magic. She was a level 7 magician, an achievement few could earn.

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The Queen beckoned Ethon to sit next to her and accompany her to 'see' the beautiful garden.

The garden in front of the Queen's room was almost the size of a room. It had many different flowers, from roses to petunias and even tulips. There were also some white flowers that seemed to shine. These flowers had seven petals and three leaves that instead of being green were a very light shade of gray. Those flowers were Ethon's favorite. Ethon helped plant the flowers in this garden and, when he has free time, he came to help take care of them.

"Ethon, do you really like flowers?"

"Yes ma'am, since I can remember I have quite liked them "

"What do you think of being one of my gardeners? So, you could stay in my quarters without raising suspicion" the Queen was worried, she knew what her husband was capable of, and to what degree his paranoia would take him.

When Ethon heard the Queen, his eyes opened like plates, making his astonishment clear. Ethon didn't know how to respond, he didn't have much time to decide either.

"If your majesty permits, it will be a pleasure to take care of your beautiful garden" decided, Ethon got up and said goodbye.

Before leaving, the Queen told him one last thing with that voice as soft as the murmur of a stream "I require you to come first thing in the morning with your belongings, Celes will tell you what your room is from now on. You can go."

The Queen heard her bedroom door close.

"Poor boy, soon I won't be able to hide his aura" the Queen's words floated in the air and they were soon carried by the wind so that no one could hear them again.

Tirrel was riding with an army. He knew his mission and had to close his feelings so that they would not affect him at the most crucial moment.

The soldiers knew the heart of their Prince and knew that he did not agree with his father regarding the slaughter of the people of the clans of Light and Darkness. However, orders were orders.

This is how the hunt for the last survivors of the Light and Darkness clans began.

Tirrel had to harden his heart during his mission and prevent any feeling from affecting his choices which could cost his subordinates his life. Little by little Tirrel noticed the rawness of the genocide and the difficulty of ordering murder not only men but also women, children and the elderly.

Three years have passed since Tirrel began the mission entrusted to him by his father.

He and his men were resting in the camp near a beautiful lake of crystal-clear waters. Everything was very quiet and peaceful. The soldiers were tense, they had not experienced such silence for quite some time. Tirrel was pensive, trying to figure out how to find those left survivors. Suddenly, a stream of cold air crossed between the soldiers undetected. With a movement in Zigzag, it ventured through all the tents as if looking for a specific one. However, it did not find what it was looking for and vanished into thin air.

It was a quiet night with a beautiful full moon, which was perfectly reflected on the surface of the lake.

Everyone slept soundly. Shadows began to approach the camp stealthily avoiding making the slightest noise to wake the sleepers. The soldiers on duty were effectively silenced. Not a drop of blood touched the earth.

It was then that Tirrel awoke suddenly, but it was too late: those shadows that had entered were in front of him making a sign of silence while holding one of his personal guards as a hostage.

"What are you looking for?" Tirrel set aside the formalities and looked at them coldly while his hands made strange movements imperceptible to the human eye.

"I like you, Prince Tirrel; always so direct" a rough, emotionless voice was heard.

A 1.80 middle-aged man with dark skin and dark red hair approached Tirrel. His eyes were a light brown and his face had a burn scar that crossed half his face from ear to ear like a semi-curved line. His expression was arrogant and mocking, at the same time serious and hard. Tirrel soon knew that man was the leader and owner of the dry voice.

"Dry Blood... So, this is your true appearance" Tirrel's face seemed to pale with every passing second, but he kept his expression firm that gave an air of superiority and calmness.

"HAHAHA! I like this guy! How sad that we have orders to kill him" that mocking and rough voice was hard not to notice.

"To kill me, eh" Tirrel smiled nervously.

"Well, it doesn't matter much because you're incapable of defending yourself right now. If you try anything, your men die"

"Even if so, I know that they would forgive me because they know that I am able to get them out of this predicament"

Dry Blood didn't know how to react, and it was at that moment that Tirrel took advantage of him and cast a sinister spell that only very few knew, not even Ethon knew of it: Rotten Burst.

It was a malicious and cruel spell, as the victim suffered a painful death. The effect was quick, but it seemed to last hours for its victims.

Rotten Burst is a mist containing a type of acid that causes blood loss in a rapid way by evaporating and mixing it with that same mist, then once the mixture is completed enough blood is left for the victim to be keep conscious and suffer the last effects which were to rot the person's flesh while the person was still alive until only the skeleton was left.

The great thing about that spell was that it only hurt those the magician wanted to kill.

The soldiers awoke when the scent of putrid began to spread throughout the camp. There wasn't even any screaming. When they reached the Prince's tent all they found was the hostage vomiting, a lot of bones and the Prince completely pale.

There was only one side effect of the Rotten Burst. When the soldiers watched Tirrel, Tirrel turned around and said "Let's get our work done and return to our home" his eyes sent chilling and darkness that one could felt. His pale face made him look like a specter.

In his hands was a piece of paper. No one noticed, but a tear was falling from his pale but flawless face.