These Solemn Vows

Prologue

 **hi this is a story written by me and a friend (who'd prefer not to be named). This is all for fun, but we were both pretty proud of how it was turning it out and we wanted to share it. Hope you enjoy it! I will try to post new chapters once a week**

 I don't know where I am. Am I alive right now? I find that I don't want to know. That I want to stay right here in this state of mind. Right here where I don't remember who I am. Where I don't have to face the real world, because in that world, I know nothing but pain. But I can't do that can I? At least not yet. Because I made a promise to myself that I need to make happen. So, I force myself to move. To get out of the bed. As I sit there and stare into the neverending darkness, I relive that moment. That one moment that I can't forget. That one horrifiying moment where I discovered something unreasonable. The sounds of her screams, her pleading, forever haunting. It makes me think it's happening all over again. That one time I— Sage Undergrove—was taken for a fool and mislead. And I swear it won't happen again. It's already been two weeks since everything that happened. Two weeks since I made that promise to her. To take the lives of the demon and the King that ruined everything. It may be treason but for centuries we have been living in this damned place, most would associate it with the burning pits of Hell, and I am tired of it. So I will take on the task of making sure they get what they deserve. The King, the King's demon, and all who dare to try and stop me.. It won't be quick either. I plan to drag it out for as long as possible if I don't get caught first. My promise to myself—to her—is to rid the kingdom of this corruption so people don't have to live in fear anymore, and I'll die trying to fulfill it. So for this—for her—I can get out of bed. I can strap on my weapons, and I can get to planning. And I won't stop until it's finished. Till everyone gets their happy ending.

On my three day journey to the town of Ffesteniog I replay what I've learned in the past week. When Reza was killed I was lost. I coudn't move, couldn't even breathe. I just slept, in the bed that we shared, hoping that my dreams will take me away forever. After two days in this state He sent one of his lackeys to retrieve me. I didn't want to leave. She is everywhere here. I wasn't ready to let go, but I did—albeit it took a fight that left both me and the guy with scuffed faces.

When I got to his place deep in the forest, I was sent to the meeting room. I had shoved the doors open, the anger and grief that was coming off me in waves made his men shrink back. In the room there was a table, and at the head of it is where he was sitting. He stared at me from across the room his hands folded in front of him.

"I didn't realize I was some dog to be called to your side. I was busy," I said through clenched teeth.

"Busy with what? Drowning in grief and self pity?" he drawled, "I called you to discuss something very important. I have another mission for you."

Anger boiled in my stomach. I wanted to hit something, but I just clenched my fists hard enough that I could feel the sting of my nails piercing skin. This is ridiculous. Does he feel no remorse? What could he possibly need me for that his own men can't do? I glare at him at the head of the table in front of me. He just smirks at me and leans back in his chair.

"It is time to tell you the true meaning behind this organization," he says.