Ever After: An Amourshipping and OC Story

Chapter 2

Coovers scoffs and his best friend's words.

“The only way that can happen is if I hit on a lady that becomes a princess by marrying Prince Ashton,” Coovers says confidently. “And he's going to marry Princess May, so ha!”

Timothy frowns at Coovers’ words.

“I'm not so sure about that,” Timothy says honestly.

“Why, because of rumors?” Coovers asks with a wave of his hand. “Even if Ashton is as defiant as the Kalos citizens we've met so far say he is, that’s not going to overpower Jeriack and King Norman’s decision.”

“We shall see,” Timothy says as he turns his head to look out the window again.

They wait in silence until they hear the sound of yelling coming from the woods. They look out the window and their eyes widen to see Demoth scavengers charging at the convoy with swords.

“And you said this wasn't going to be exciting,” Timothy says as he and Coovers take out their swords from under their seats and exit the carriage. “Men, line up and take prisoners if you can!”

The soldiers guarding the convoy take out their swords and prepare to fight. The Demoth scavengers charge at the soldiers only for the first wave of them to be cut down with ease. The Demoth keep going by the numbers, but Timothy, Coovers and their men prevail.

“Come on, Demoth scum!” Coovers mocks. “Show us what you got!”

But Timothy frowns as he cuts another Demoth man down.

“This is too easy,” he says.

“Well, what do you expect, Timothy? They have grown soft without Powuru,” Coovers says confidently as he stabs a scavenger.

“But they’re known for using their own men as a distraction,” Timothy says as he turns his head and his eyes widen to find Demoth scavengers coming from the other side of the road and have started taking some of the cargo.

“They're stealing the cargo!” he calls out.

Coovers and some of the men turn around to see that their general is right. Coovers quickly cuts down the Demoth he was fighting and throws a dagger that lands right in a robber’s face. The other Demoth trying to steal realize they are discovered and begin to flee, but not before one of them takes a golden cylinder container much to Timothy’s dismay.

“Get your filthy hands off that!” he screams but is unable to chase the thief as the Demoth from his side continues to put pressure on him and his men. Timothy growls in anger as he cuts down the Demoth closest to him. Just then, he hears the sound of a horse whining and turns to his right to see a young man with messy black hair stopping his horse from running into the fight.

“You there,” Timothy calls out as he parries from another Demoth’s attack. “Catch that robber. He’s carrying some of my work!”

The black-haired man turns his head to the Demoth and hesitates.

“Let the royal guard assist you,” he says. “I'm sure they are on their way.”

“They won’t make it in time,” Timothy says as the Demoth dueling with him continues to attack. “You're the only one nearby with a horse.”

“I can't,” the young man protests. “I am in a hurry and -”

“Listen here, you coward!” Timothy barks as he stabs the Demoth in the stomach. “The contents of that container are my life’s work! I will not let any of these scum take it away along with all the life I've spent fighting them during the war, so move!”