Red Knight

Prologue 2

It's been a bit stressful but here's the next chapter!
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That day Cale had gone back to his room and ordered no one to step inside. No one knew that he cried until his tears stopped falling. Cale didn't feel angry or anything sort of bad way of his new family members instead he felt wronged. His father had every right to get married again but why a year after his mother's death? Couldn't his father have waited until everything passed let him grieve his dead mother? The only question repeating itself was 'why?' but no one would answer. That day Cale had finally cried and let everything out that he was holding in.

A few years later Cale had been minding his own business before he found Basen being ridiculed by his cousins. From that day on ward he made a plan and he stuck by it. He acted as trash to secure his beloveds step-brother's spot in the family as well as his mother's. Everyone fell for his act as he started to throw bottles and pretend to be drunk but he only threw bottles of empty liquor to gang members and other bad people.

As the years went by this is how he acted. He became known as the trashy young master of the Henituse county. Everyone called him spoiled for acting this way while others called him trash, ungrateful, arrogant, and selfish. Everyone believed since he came from a wealthy family he had an amazing childhood so he had no reason to be the way he was.

Years passed when Cale was 18 he got beat up after making a rude remark on Harris village and after when he had awoken from his coma he later on admitted to having been wrong for that while also saying that the guy had no reason to beat him half to death for it. Ron and beacrox had left as well with the young man and didn't even care to leave a note or anything for him. Yet he didn't blame them as he was trash. "Why would they want to stay with trash like me?" Was his thought when he found out.

Later he found out his brother had been injured in an accident at the kings celebration. He was angry with himself for not being there for not doing anything to keep his brother safe. After that all the Henituse siblings became close and would be often seen in the garden talking and relaxing.

Then came the attack on the Henituse territory. Cale watched everyone die around him. His stepmother had risked her life for him and his siblings. He was carrying Lilly as they ran through a secret passage to escape after Basen had been caught in an explosion having killed him after much grief filled screams and cried Cale had grabbed his younger sister and ran with her in his arms. They both survived. It was just him and her from now on.

Cale after the fall of the Henituse territory had taken Lilly with him and they both tried to revive what they had lost. They found the very few people who survived the attack and raised the Henituse territory slowly. Cale now being the only family Lilly had left he became her caretaker as he raised her.

Everything was fine. Cale had joined the fighting along side the hero's as a soldier and would return home to Lilly and spend time with her then do paperwork before resting for the night. Then when he turned 40 the biggest war yet broke out and they went against white star. Cale fought until his last breath. He died. But what about Lilly? What would happen to her? What about the territory he had tried hard to rebuild and bring back?

As Cale took his last breath he heard a voice.
"𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘？"
 
"．．．"

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜．"

"𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡．．．．𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑．"
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