Chapter 9
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The homeless man ran towards a boat on the other side of the island. There was nothing there but fog and darkness. As soon as he reached the boat, he took off the illusion he casted on himself and back into his Illyrian Legion uniform. He was no older than eighteen, and he was the prince of the once proud Illyrian Kingdom, a race known for their ruthlessness and ferocity on the battlefield and related to the faeries. He had the blood of angels flowing through his veins, the strength of legendary warriors, and the handsome features of a prince. He is a very calm person when you first meet him, but when it comes to the battlefield he doesn’t hold back.
The boat was made of magic steel. It was marked with powerful runes, spells that use symbols, to make it a killing machine. It can be damaged but not destroyed. The sirens did a lot of damage to the ship, but it wasn’t enough to sink them. The day they arrived a siren wrapped its body around the ship, destroying one of the runes in the process. Luckily they were able to cut its stomach open before it could do anything else. Because of the damage, they had to find the nearest coast to dock and repair the ship. The rune that was destroyed by the siren had a backlash. If it is destroyed, it would be poisoned and will have a slow, painful death. And it was the most powerful of all the ones that covered the ship. They will not be able to sail out again until it is put back up.
The inside of the ship was grand. The halls looked like a palace and the rooms were as big as a prince’s room. Each room had a royal sized bed. There are also wards to help keep the passengers from getting seasick. There were some maids on the ship.
He went to find his father’s office and gave his report. He tried very hard to hide the bandages from his father. “Back already? Has anyone suspected you yet, Alaric?” he asked
“No, not yet,” Alaric replied. Though the girl who wrapped his bandages looked like she had seen through the illusion. The way she stared at him made him shiver and how she was admiring his arm while healing it. I don’t know how she did it, but she easily brought down the illusion. The girl probably thought it was a dream since he brought the illusion back up when he pulled his arm back.
His father, Mason Talon, is one of the most powerful generals of the Illyrian Kingdoms. He even went face to face with whatever creature it was that wrapped its body around the ship. On the battlefield, he is ruthless and brutal, but with his family, he is a good father and husband.
“How is your injury?” the general asked.
“It is doing a lot better. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did when I first got it,” he replied with a tough face. Remembering when the sea snakes got onto the ship and started attacking the ship. He got the cut on his arm when he was saving a maid from being killed.
The general turned around and gave him a worried look. “You know, it is okay to show a little weakness. No matter how hard you train, you can never numb the pain of any injury.”
“I know. I just wanted to show you that I am not as weak as I used to be.” Alaric said, remembering a part of his past that forever traumatized him.
“Is there anything else going on tonight in the village?”
“There is a festival or party going on. The teens of the village are celebrating the graduation of a trial.”
His father looked at him and said,” You and your friends could use a break. Why don’t you go down and have some fun. But not too much. You’re dismissed for tonight.”
“Yes, sir,” he saluted and walked out of the room. He had no idea what he was going to wear to this festival. From what he overheard, some of the girls like to see some skin from the boys and have them buff up their muscles for first impressions. And apparently it was a good time for the boys to show off the tattoos they got during their activities
When he walked out, his friends Helia and Skye met up with him. Both, like Alaric, are gifted with rare talents and handsome features among the Illyrian Legion. Both of them are well known to be the bastard sons of the High Lords of the kingdoms. They have been friends for as long as they can remember. They met and trained at the same camps. Ever since, they have been inseparable.
“So how’d the talk go with your dad?” asked Skye. Alaric gave him a confused look, like he already knew how it went.
“Stop it Skye,” Helia said. “You just want to stir up trouble like you always do.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Skye complained,” When will you guys lighten up?’
“Glad you asked,” Alaric finally spoke,” My father said we can have the night off, and it just so turns out there is a festival going on tonight and there’s going to be a ton of delicious food.”
Skye cheered with excitement, while Helia had a dark smile on his face. “Is there a dress code for this festival?” asked Skye. “The last time we went to a party, we weren’t dressed for the right occasion.”
“For starters, you don’t need to wear a shirt, but you do need to wear some sort of shorts.” Alaric replied as he recalled the event,” And for your information, that wasn’t my fault.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Helia said while waving his hand,” I’m guessing just wear some sort of island attire right?”
Alaric shook his head,” Just go get changed so we can go and have some fun.”
When they got to their quarters, they immediately started changing. Helia and Skye wanted to go to the village to join the party and maybe eat some really good food. But the reason he’s going is to see the girl who helped him earlier, and maybe, just maybe, get to know her better before the next day comes.
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