October 12th 2017
Virgil paced the small arena, his breathing heavy and a dark calm on his face. This was his last chance to prove his worth, and his last opportunity to prevent his own death.
The light footsteps to his left alerted him to a presence. He prayed it would be the masked prince approaching, not one of his older adversaries. Sure enough, the lightly dressed prince stepped into the arena, his eyes narrowing as he saw the other boy.
"Shadow," he breathed, and Virgil resisted the urge to sigh, rushing forth to fight as the city of Chester finally seemed to go to sleep. It was a short fight, each gunning to either in capacitate or kill their enemy, and neither caring which. Eventually, the Prince came out on top, crouching above the now terrified Virgil, who was painfully aware that there was only one ending to this now, bloodshed. If Virgil failed to kill the prince, Deceit would kill him, if the prince succeeded in killing him now, he would still be dead.
So he braced himself, but instead of a knife, it was words that finally cut through the tense moment. "You know," the Prince's voice took on an amused, light tone. "Other hero's would kill you, but I'm too curious." He bent down his face dangerously close to Virgil's, before cupping his face...
And pulling of his mask. A beat of silence replaced the amused words that still rang in Virgil's head.
"You're, you're my age!" The princes tone was now one of alarm. "But, But I was told you would be—" he froze "WHATS WRONG WITH YOUR EYE!?" His eyes trained the three scars that framed the other boys eye. He sighed and sat up. "Nothing, what's wrong with your face?" He demanded, before turning to strike. This was the wrong moment to attack, as the adrenaline chose that second to were off and alert him to his injuries and he was barely able to see by the time his knife made contact with the ground the other boy had been sat on mere moments earlier. The prince now stood about a metre to the left, a look of concern on his face as he took in Virgil's weakened form.
"Are you ok? I hit you pretty bad with my sword earlier," he demanded. Then shook his head "I must going insane," he muttered, and pressed to com clipped to his ear "dad, Pops, I think I nearly killed Shadow, and I don't want him to die,"
There was a pause
"We were fighting and I managed to get his mask off, and when I noticed how young he was and how beaten up he looked, I hit his ribs"
A second pause.
"Dad! No! Ok, a little, why is that important?"
Pause
"In the amphitheater near the park, yes the one by the wall, how many huge arenas are there in this place? Ok, I'll see if I can stop the bleeding"
He turned back to Virgil, whose vision was finally giving in, and the last thing he saw was the alarmed prince bending over him.
523 words
So, our ground work is set. The second half of the prologue should come out soon.
Take it easy everybody
Buhbye
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Shadow
FanfictionWhen Virgil is rescued from the abusive clutches of Deceit, he thinks that he is safe, until dark souls from his troubled past reappear This is a powers at set in england, they can look how I want them to!
