This is just a medieval AU sorta thing, except their polytheistic and there's magic. You know, what you write when you're bored. Staring everyone's favorite knight: Wels. And Co-staring everyone's favorite Void hopping admin, Xisuma.
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Men in armor lay, they never stood a chance. Fire consumed everything in sight, nothing stood the test of time, as once sturdy structures lay crumbled, the men defending it fallen in the ruin.
All but one warrior was left dead, as crimson patches stained the beautiful green rolling hills.
Clouds threatened a storm, but the only person to witness it was a broken figure, matted in blood, with a defeated expression. Which brings up the question, if a storm blows in, but only a regretful, horrified man is there to witness it, does it really matter?
The man laid there, eyes closed, contemplating. He had just wanted to die, but the gods had another plan. They always had.
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A young boy runs through the streets, his messy dirty blonde hair streaking like lighting, as his feet barely touched the ground. His smile is unmatched, and devastated the sun.
He wore the clothes of a middle class child, a brown tunic and some light pants to accompany the spring weather. His leather boots were soft and worn, but comfortable.
The boy started to go towards the market, jumping over crates and baskets, ducking around people. He giggled lightly, and the people who saw him whizz by couldn't help but smile as well. However, the smiles dulled when two armor clad men came barreling after him.
The guards clumsily fumbled over themselves, knocking over crates and baskets that the boy had so deftly avoided, and bumping into civilians as they went.
The boy, identified as Wels by the guards chasing after him, looked behind him to stick his tongue out at the guards. As he did, he bumped into a behemoth of a man, who had purposely stepped in his way.
The hulking man gripped the small boy's arm, holding a curved blade to his neck. His deep bellowing laugh rang out, as the two guards caught up, and quickly drew their swords.
The man spoke, his face hidden behind cloth. "I bet he'd be worth something in ransom, no?" He said, edging the knife closer to the boys neck.
Wels cringed a bit, but he knew what he had to do.
He quickly turned his neck, blood spilling out from the resulting wound from the blade. He simultaneously twisted his arm, and a loud and sickening crack could be heard, as Wels wormed his way from the surprised mans grip.
The second after the cut on his neck was made, however, the flesh quickly started to stitch together, weaving fresh skin over the cut. And the arm he had twisted, was starting to right itself, mending the bones he had fractured with a series of cracking and breaking noises.
The hulking man, understandably shaken, took a few steps back, before bolting in the other direction.
The two guards had better things to do, and looked towards Wels instead. His light blue eyes looked a bit annoyed, but not in pain, or traumatized.
When the guards inspected the areas the wounds previously had been, they found they couldn't pinpoint the exact spot.
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Now, as Sir WelsKnight of Serka lay, he wished he could die. He wished the slash in his side had killed him. He wished he could join his brothers above the forming storm. He wished. He wished. He wished. He prayed to all the gods, yet none answered. Now he let out a small chuckle, a broken, wheezing sound.
He slowly sat upwards, and dug his sword in the ground.
He sat on his knees, letting his hands fumble with his helmet.
He ripped it off, throwing it aside. He let out a gasp of breath, as tears he didn't know were building cascaded down his cheeks. He let out a scream, that grew weaker, and faded into a faint cry as they bounced off the empty hills.
He ripped off the cape on the back of his armor, and used his sword to cut the seal of Serka from his chest plate. He ripped his armor from his body, and left himself in a simple brown tunic and darker brown pants. He didn't want to be a knight anymore.
He let out sobs of agony, the ground underneath him trembling, as the sky above let out a crack of thunder.
Rain started to slowly drip down from the clouds, as if the gods were weeping with him.
Drops hit the back of his neck, his hair. They hit his tunic, and soon soaked it through, penetrating to his skin, leaving bitter chills. He didn't budge from his knees.
Lighting struck a tree in the distance, beckoning thunder from the sky. Wels sat through it.
The sun started to dip in the distance, Wels let it.
Only when twilight had consumed the battle field, did Wels stand up. He grabbed his sword and sheath, and secured it on his back. He was bare foot, but it's not like it mattered.
He took what he had with him, a light sack of coins, some water, his sword, and the clothes on his back.
He left his armor behind.
Wels dragged his feet in the direction of the North Star, following the Big Dipper to salvation.
He wouldn't be a knight anymore.
His bare feet squished against the muddy ground, but Wels kept walking north.
Hunger gnawed at his stomach, and the small canteen of water was long gone, but he kept walking. It's not like he needed it.
The sun started to peak over the horizon when Wels finally found a town.
It was small, and probably only had twenty or so houses, but it had a tavern inn, so he would be fine.
Wels walked into the tavern, it was open 24/7. The unlucky bastard running the shop, was yawning broadly, looking bored as he looked over a sheet of paper.
When the creak of the front door opening ran through the shop, he was shocked. A glance out the window told him it was sunrise, and a look at the battered state of Wels was enough to get him interested, enough so he put his papers down
The bartender wasn't much older than Wels, and he wasn't too shabby on the looks either. "Where do you hail from?" He said, letting out a low whistle. The man had a soft accent that made his words silky smooth, and brought a certain peace to Wels.
Wels walked straight to the bar and sat down, letting out a sigh as his muddy feet left the floor for the first time in hours. "Just outside the capital." He said in a dry, sad, sad voice.
The bartender looked bewildered to say the least. "But the capitol fell to the Viligans.. everyone was.." his light green eyes widened in surprise.
Wels looked at the table for a good few seconds. His hands clenched into fists, and he looked up at the Tavern keeper with rage and fury in his eyes. "All of them.." he said, nodding. He was too emotionally exhausted to cry.
The bartender sighed, "I'm sorry." He looked at Wels pityingly. He poured something clear into a tall glass, and slid it to Wels. "Water, on the house, you need to face these things sober."
Wels didn't even point out he couldn't get drunk, and downed the glass in a few gulps. The bartender refilled it.
"Is there anyway I can help..?" The man asked, keeping his voice level.
Wels responded, not even caring how cheesy the response was. "Keep talking, your accent is calming.."
The man chuckled a soft chuckle, "ok.. well, I'm Sheshuami, but my friends call me Xisuma, or X. Do you have a name?"
"I'm Sir Welskn- no.. I was a knight, but I am no more. I am simply Wels." He said, surprised at the conviction in his voice.
"Well, Wels, it's good to meet you. Nice weather we're having," Xisuma said, trying to avoid any uncomfortable topics. It was surprisingly difficult.
"Yeah," wels said, tapping his fingers against the hard wood countertop.
Xisuma, not being able to hold in the question, let out a huff of air, followed by the words "I'm sorry, but how are you alive. The Viligans aren't known for keeping messengers."
Wels looked up at the man, and sighed. "I suppose not." He drew his sword, and carefully used the end to slit his wrist.
"Whoa- careful with.. what the hell are you doing!" Xisuma called out in utter shock, leaping over the counter. He ran to grab Wels arm, but stopped short when he realized the cut had stitched itself up. "Wha.." Xisuma had no words
Wels nodded, "couldn't die if I wanted." He fumbled slightly, and put the bloody sword on his back.
"A gift from the gods.. you too?" Xisuma said, a small grin on his face.
"Me too?" Wels clarified, "you regenerate?" He said, slowly and carefully, tensing up.
Xisuma shook his head, "no, no, nothing like that. You see.." he made a fist with his hand, and opened it. In front of his hand, a portal appeared, and behind Wels' shoulder, another.
Xisuma reached his hand through the portal and it disappeared, materializing behind Wels instead. He tapped Wels' shoulder.
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Hiya! This is probably going to have 2-3 parts.
As always, feedback is appreciated!
-Yours, KnightWannaBe1909
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