Chronicles Of the Ren-Ky Warriors (Book 1)

Chapter 18

Lovell's eyes widen as he stared at Hunter’s calm eyes. “YOU ARE LYING!” Lovell grabbed the bars as Hunter stared. “There is no way I am a Faremin!?”

Hunter’s calm demeanour changed as he smiled at Lovell. While Lovell struggled to comprehend the idea of him being a Faremin. Hunter lifted himself from the stone wall as he leaned closer to Lovell.

“Oh, but it is true because you see, your father still lives!” Hunter’s words taunted Lovell.

Lovell grabbed Hunter by the collar while the words unable to form. Hunter sneered at Lovell’s struggle of reality, reaching over and grabbing Lovell's wrists and leaning ever closer.

 “And here is the best part of all of this. I. Am. Your. Clone. Lovell. Krisnik.” Hunter Whiipsered in Lovell’s ear.

Fear and doubt washed over Lovell, struggling with realizing who he was and who Hunter was. Lovell stood shaking and in shock as he stepped back. Where Hunter let go of Lovell as he smiled in glee at Lovell’s suffering.

“You…you are lying. My parents died when I was still an infant!?” Lovell’s voice shaking as he questioned about Maria and Morris.

Hunter reached in and sniped for Lovell’s arm, pulling Lovell closer as Hunter made sure he saw his lips clear as day. Lovell could not retaliate as he felt his body shaking in paralyzing fear.

 “Well, well, you were never told the truth. Your dear father was attacked, and your mother was killed for her treason. Bit your grandfather—Lord Demora—showed your father the error of his thinking and was reborn as Azoth! So, in a sense, your father did die? But  only as Terrance the second so he could become Azoth.” Hunter sneered as Lovell tore free. “Besides, you are the prince of the Faremin—the prince of all the things you hate. Now, is that not ironic, don’t you think? Lovell?”

Hunter laughed as he walked up the stairs. Lovell stepped back, stumbling as he moves back to the wall. Lovell cradled his body as tears fell from his eyes. Trying to make sense of what was going on, Lovell knew the only way to be sure of what Hunter had said was to hear himself from another source.

Shaking his head, Lovell tried to think who would know. When it dawned on him—the letter from his mother. Standing up, Lovell knew he had to get out but how. The sound of clanking keys caught his attention. Lovell turned to see what going but was knocked back with lightning magic. Keeling over in an instant, the men opened the door as they laughed.

Lifting Lovell’s paralyzed body to a torcher room. The men strapped Lovell down before he could recover. And proceeded to whip Lovell. Lovell screamed as the pain hit him. The men laughed as they told him to be a good boy. Lovell clenched his teeth as they continued. Giving them no qualms of power over him. THye continued for hours before leaving. Lovell huffed as they healed his body with a holy-sunstone that was lowered. Lovell lost conciseness as he hanged from chains.

'Lo..vell…wake...up! Lovell, wake up!' the echoes of a familiar voice rang through Lovell, 'Lovell, wake this instance!'

Lovell opened his eyes slowly. Looking around, Lovell could not see who was around. Fealing, he was hallucinating, Lovell began to close his eyes once more.

‘Lovell, listen to me, you need to wake up!’

Lovell shot his eyes open and looked around once more.

 “Ulva?” Lovell answered, his voice groggy from the ordeal.

Lovell searched the room for Ulva, but she was there anymore. Lovell, confused, felt the chains scraped his wrists. Lovell began to tug at the chains. Finding he had no strength as the effects of the lightning magic still coursed through his body. Lovell lipped his head as he shook it.

“Great, I'm chained up like an animal, and now I hear voices! What next, I start seeing the—” Lovell lifted his head to see Ulva’s ghostly figure stand in front of him. Lovell took a moment before screaming.

Ulva sighed as she shook her head at Lovell. Lovell reeled back as Ulva’s eyes narrowed her eyes at him.

'Well, that was some delayed reaction from you?’ Ulva growled as she folded her arms.

Lovell stared at Ulva—who stood unimpressed—before walked up to Lovell. Lovell began to feel a cold sweat dripping down his chin. While Ulva dragged her claws through her hair.

'Sheesh, you are some piece of work. You do realize that you are in—no, never mind. You need to get out and fast.' Ulva's voice stressing urgency.

Lovell swallowed hard as he looked at his wrists as they were bond. Ulva growled as she started to pace in front of Lovell. Lovell narrowed his eyes at Ulva as he took a deep sigh.

“Ulva…I have a question?” Lovell’s voice was calm as Ulva turned to look at him. “How do I exactly get out of the most notorious torcher fortress of all of the Faremin kingdom and—well—LIVE?!”

Lovell is frustrated at her idea of getting out. Ulva smiled, sending a cold chill down Lovell's body.

'Simple, Kyle!' Ulva grinned.

 Lovell stared dumbfounded at her; Ulva crossed her arms, grinning a toothy grin. Feeling that she has won the argument.

'He wants the old Hunter back, and by having you escape will draw him out. Besides, Kyle is a good guy, help him, and you're golden.' Ulva proudly announced to Lovell.

Lovell stared dumbfounded as he noticed a flaw in her plan. Lovell hung his head in disbelief as he shook it at her.

“Is that really going to work?” Lovell asked.

 She stood proudly at her idea as she growled at Lovell. Lovell not biting into her optimism as he shifted his weight.

“Look—Kyle—see like the kind of person that would rather die than betray his friend. And if anything that Hunter said is true? Kyle will assist Hunter in any way to meet his friend's goal in—” Lovell paused.

Ulva tilted her head as Lovell remembered what Kyle had mentioned. Why he wasn't killed off. And what had puzzled Lovell since waking in his cell.

“Oh, pryne(s**t), I just figured out Hunter's goal.” Lovell cursed.

Ulva rested her hands to her side, curious to what Lovell was getting at.

'What is his plan?'

The colour drained from Lovell as a cold sweat cloaked Lovells back. Lovell closed his eyes, knowing the terrifying answer.

 “Hunter wants me to join the Faremin, or he will kill me—”

The sound of doors opening and closing, with the clanking of weapons and armour, caught Lovell’s attention.

 “Ulva, you should—go?” Lovell went to warn Ulva But found that she had already left.

The door to the chamber opened with the door creaking. Lovell turned to see two soldiers walk in as one more behind them moved in. Lovell noticed that it was an elf with glasses and immediately recognized him as Kyle.

Kyle entered the room and could see Lovell staring at him. Kyle nodded at the two soldiers. The men saluted as they left the area. Lovell could only imagine what plans Kyle had for him. Lovell's eyes darted across the room, trying to find a way to escape.

“What are you looking for, Lovell, an escape plan?” Kyle checked his glasses as he glanced at Lovell.

Lovell stopped to look at Kyle. Lovell could tell Kyle was here for something as he looked at the door,

 “So, why send your guard dogs away? Do not need their help in convincing me to  convert?” Lovell taunted.

Kyle sighed as he walked over to a wall. Lovell could not see what he was doing as Kyle turned around.

“No, I'm going to unchain you,” Kyle answered, showing Lovell the keys as he spun them on his finger. “Now be good, and you won't die.”

Lovell watched as Kyle unchained him, rubbing his wrists. Lovell looked at Kyle curiously. Seeing that something was bothering Kyle, as put the keys away.

“Why unchain me, Kyle?” Lovell raised his brow at Kyle.

Kyle turned towards the door as Lovell stood, waiting for an answer. Kyle glanced back as his eyes grew cold and distant.

“Because I need your help in freeing Hunter from Azoth’s and Lord Damora's grasp,” Kyle answered, stunning Lovell in the process. “Look—Lovell—Hunter is changing for the better. And with Lord Damora ruling us—his people—with an iron fist and has done so for almost two thousand years. Yet has lived for—”

Lovell grabbed Kyle's shoulder, “Wait, you said two thousand, is the dark lord, well, a theyan?”

Kyle shook his head slowly, “No, but from what I know, he is human but cheats death by killing Lunatica.”

 “So, what caused him to become like this, do you know?” Lovell asked.

 “Not sure. it's never stated in our history, only that the Krisnik clan has been trying to stop him for about six million years or so?” Kyle answered as he gripped his chin.

Lovell folded his arms as he questioned how Demora could live for so long without being a theyan. Kyle looked up at Lovell, seeing the wheels turning in Lovell’s head. Kyle smirked as he waved his hand to the side.

 “Though there must be someone who knows—such as Alli the ancient. She was one of us at one time before having a fallout one point five thousand years ago. Yet, has lived for about two million years. I've met her once, but she is quite elusive to find—well—unless you need some sort of help in dealing with curses?” Kyle inquired.

Lovell raises an eyebrow at Kyle as he walked towards the door. Kyle stopped as he turned to Lovell once more. Kyle could see Lovell’s skepticism.

“She used to be a chaos mage here before, so she understands curses and how to break them or undo them in a sense.”

Lovell sighed, “So, are you helping me escape or are you just going to keep an eye on me while I am the ungrateful guest?”

“Both, in a sense. For now, just try not to escape and avoid much contact with me. I'll see what I can do on my end to get you out unnoticed, or if somehow you can get out yourself, that would be fine.” Kyle answered.

Lovell nodded as Kyle led him out of the room. Lovell could see the prisoners clawing the air as they screamed to be released. Lovell could see many where beastman and humans form Grand Dale. Lovell cringed as he turned away. Staying close to Kyle.

Kyle glanced back as he had questions. Lovell being alright after being tortured left more questions than answers. Kyle looked at the guard as they passed as he sat dangling an old bone in front of a prisoner. Tormenting the soul. Kyle sighed as they made their way up the stairs.

As they walked the halls. Lovell could see the old world, and new tech merged throughout the walls. Kyle stopped and looked out to the yard below. Lovell stopped to see what he was looking at as he noticed the gates opening. Carriages of prisoners entered as the guards watched the gates like savage wolves. One prisoner jumped off as he tried to escape.

Kyle turned away as the guard jumped him and killed him at the top. Lovell felt his gut turn as he watched what happened. Kyle glanced at Lovell as he stepped back in horror.

“Like I said, if you can escape, that would be better. But for now, let us head to the room you have been assigned. Erin will want to talk to you when she is ready.” Kyle looked at Lovell as he nodded in silence.

Kyle took the lead as they walked further in. Kyle opened a simple wooden door leading to a room with a single bed and desk. Lovell walked in and glanced around to see the window. Walking over, Lovell could see the same yard from earlier as his view.

Kyle sighed as he checked over the room. Opening a drawer, Kyle found some clean clothes and placed them out for Lovell. Lovell looked over to see they were a simple pair of black pants with a grey long sleeve shirt. Kyle then pulled out a couple of simple combat boots for Lovell. Seeing that Lovells were damaged by the guards. Lovell thanked Kyle as he reached over to start changing.

Kyle nodded as he walked out the door. Lovell finished changing as he looked at his tired clothes. Lovell grumbled before, igniting and destroying his old clothes. Lovell walked over to the window and started to wonder if he could get out.

'See, I told you Kyle would help.'

Ulva reappeared as Lovell stumbled forward. Catching himself before Lovell fell over. Lovell gripped his chest as his heart raced. Ulva sitting on his bed as she smiled at him.

“Ulva, you could have killed me?!” Lovell growled through his teeth. “And yes, you were right, Kyle is willing to help me.”

Lovell turned red at the thought. Working in Ulva’s favour. Lovell cleared his throat before continuing.

“So, where did you go when Kyle entered the room?”

Lovell turned to Ulva as she grinned sheepishly, showing her impressive wolf teeth.

‘Back to the spirit world.’

Lovell stared, unimpressed at her, as Ulva’s grin grew ever more devious. Lovell sighed deeply as he was unimpressed by her response.

“Let me guess. That's where I went when you 'saved' me?” Lovell air quoted over the word save. Ulva nodded as her grin softened.  “Great, I was dead for a while.”

Ulva stood up and walked over to Lovell. Standing across from Lovell. Ulva folded her arms as she glanced over the courtyard.

‘No—it was more like your soul had left temporally. While your body went into a coma-like state. Anyway, you remember the darkness fever?’Ulva explained as Lovell turned to the midday sun. nodding at Ulva, ‘Okay, good, you know—'

“That I need to understand that good and evil are—in a sense—the same to overcome it and to not become like my father and quite possibly on the worst end of the spectrum, my grandfather?” Lovell glanced at Ulva.

Ulva's mouth gapped open, the words slipping through her grip as she watches Lovell question his existence. Lovell was unsure what to think of himself as he balled his hands up. Frustration and confusion ravaging his mind.

'Yes, so you know about Terrance then—or rather Azoth I should say?' Lovell nodded. Ulva sighed heavily as she pulled her hands closer to her body. 'Your father was a lot you are now but was very outgoing. When I was alive, we…we were excellent friends… but it all changed when his father killed most of the Krisnik clan.'

Ulva leaned next to Lovell, her eyes filled with sadness. 'Your father developed darkness fever and got lost. I—no, your mother noticed he was changing shortly after giving birth to you and har her handmaid, Maria Kaya, take you away.'

Lovell closed his eyes, remembering how good a mother Marie was for his first six years of life. Ulva could see the pain wash over Lovell as he thought of Marie. Ulva took a deep breath before she continued her story.

'Shortly after she sent you away to safety, your mother was killed by a Faremin general.' Ulva's gazed darkened, 'General Eren Lionclaw.'

Lovell looked at the moons, “So, she was murdered?”

Ulva nodded as her gaze drifted away from Lovell's sight. Turning her back to the outside world.

 'Yes, and she sits in the top seven seats. They are the most powerful men and women in all of Lord Damora's forces. Unfortunately, Erin sits at the third seat.' Lovell whipped his head around at Ulva, the shock overwhelming him as he recalled Erin standing before him. 'Yes, she may seem like the main player, but she is very dangerous. With your father being another of the seven.'

Lovell looked back at the courtyard as Erin’s men whipped the prisoners. Sending a cold sweat down, Lovells back.

“So, what can I do to get past her…” Lovell questioning himself as he tried to formulate a plan.

Ulva looked to the sky as she could feel the concern in Lovell’s voice. Fealing is fears overwhelm him as she could tell he needed some sort of plan.

 'I'm not sure, but… I know you will escape.' Ulva reinsured as she left.

 Lovell, not feeling her confidence, turned to ask Ulva more but found that she was already gone. Lovell sighed heavily before heading to bed. Hoping the next day, Lovell could talk to Kyle about a plan of action.

“Wakey, Wakey, little wolf,”  Erin whispered in Lovell’s ear.

Lovell shot his eyes open as he lifts from his slumber. Erin’s red hair tied back as she flaunted her chest over his body, grinning.

“Did you have a wonderful sleep last night, young master?” Erin childishly asked.

Lovell could tell that Erin was not impressed by the fact he was able to walk around freely. Erin touched her lip, trying to keep her act up. Lovell narrowed his eyes before clearing his throat.

“I did after I relaxed, being that I'm don't want to be here either,” Lovell growled.

Erin stood up, grinning behind her childish act. Covering her mouth to hide the grin forming. Swaying her hips and bust in the air. Her men ready to drool at her every action. Becoming agitated at Lovell’s non-reactant demeanour.

 “Even though you're the long-lost grandson—”

Erin cut off as Lovell's eyes began to glow red around the irises. Lovell letting out a low wolf growl. Erin’s grin faded as she noticed Lovell looked similar to Azoth in his reaction. The narrow eyes, the low growl, the unfazed response to her act with the added touch of his eyes glowing in response. Erin could see why Hunter brought him back. Lovell was the spitting image of Azoth with blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Don't even finish that sentence, Erin!” Lovell barked as Erin stepped back, “I don't care if he is or isn't my so-called grandfather. He wants me dead, and her as well.”

Erin's interest peaked as Lovell talked. ‘Her’? Erin stood up straight, ending her act. Now curious to whom Lovell was talking about. Erin cradled her bust as she leaned on one leg. Her wings raised to stop her men from attacking Lovell.

 “What do you mean by 'her' per se?” Errin asked calmly.