Falling For The Gods

The Attack

Brandt - 

Isla and I walked through the small village arm and arm. Heads were turning everywhere and I knew the reason why, the beautiful woman beside me. I looked down at her, her long hair was flowing behind her like a waterfall, I could see the beautiful smile on her face as she looked around in wonder. She was undoubtedly the most perfect person here, even putting the Gods to shame.

We didn’t talk the entire walk to the house, we didn’t need to fill all those little silences with nonsense. We just enjoyed each other's company, having her in my arms was enough. We finally came to a little shack of a house and I pounded on the door.

“Hello?” a small woman cracked the door and peered out at us.

“Yes, I’m Isla and this is my husband Brandt, we are here for a puppy,” her soft voice flowed through the air and I could tell it put the woman at ease. 

“Yes, yes I recognize Lord Brandt now” she said “come in, come in. They are in the room there.” She opened the door wide and pointed towards a room off of the foyer. We followed her into the room and were surprised to see that there were only 3 wolf pups to choose from. 

“Two are females and one is a male,” she said, her arms crossed. Isla instinctually knelt down and reached her arm out. The 3 pups rushed over and started swarming her, they jumped on top of each other trying to lick her face. She reached into the bunch and grabbed one of them, she looked it over but placed it back on the ground. Two of the pups were solid black, hardly distinguishable from the other. The smaller runt of the litter was primarily black with white feet that made it look like it was wearing socks, it had white tips of the ears and white around the nose. Isla picked it up and examined it, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. 

“Is that the one?” I asked as she rose to her feet.

“Yes, I think so,” she said, beaming with her new bundle of joy in her arms.

 “That boy is the runt though,” the old woman chimed in “hardly fit to live in royalty.” I felt Isla tense next to, she looked down at her pup and ran her hand through its fur.

“Are you insulting the choice of a God” my voice loud and stern. She quickly looked at me and shook her head.

“No, no of course not, I was mistaken I thought you grabbed one of the girls,” she said smiling at Isla.

“This one is a boy,” she said, still stroking her pup. I could see all the worry had left her, therefore I didn’t need to chastise this woman and farther. 

“My guard will be right in to pay,” I said.

“No, no. It’s my gift, to our future queen,” the old woman said quickly. I glanced at Isla but she didn’t pick up on what she said, she was too busy playing with the restless pup in her arms. 

“Very well,” I wrapped my arm around Isla’s waist and guided her out the door. Once outside we started slowly back to the house.

“Have you found a name for our new member yet?” I asked, my arm still around her waist. 

“I think I’ll name him Patch,” she said, her eyes never leaving Patch. I smiled at that name, it was a very Terra name to give him. 

“Sir, Brandt!” a guard called to me. We both looked up and behind us to the guard jogging towards us. 

“A fight in the market between the guards and some drunk men, could you come to mediate” he asked. I looked at Isla who was already nodding and smiling.

“We will go stand by that house over there” she said, pointing across the street. I nodded and reached my lips down to meet hers in a quick embrace.

Isla - 

I walked towards the house, still cuddling my new pup in my arms. These dogs were much different, they looked just wolves I’d seen in the zoos back home. Patch was biting at my hand when I felt someone standing behind me.

A large hand reached up from behind me and quickly covered my mouth, out of instinct I dropped Patch and started to claw at the hand that was dragging me backwards. They started to pinch my nose closed while keeping the hand over my mouth. I was terrified, I could feel the tears start to grow and anxiety spread throughout my body. 

“Stop fighting me,” the man's voice whispered to me. I fiercely shook my head as if to tell him ‘no, no I won’t stop’. The tears were now draining onto my cheeks while I twisted and turned trying to free myself. He tightened his grip on me with the arm he had wrapped around my waist. I was sobbing into his hand, hoping someone would see me. He started to squeeze my face harder, parting my lips, I quickly bit one of his fingers as hard as I could. I felt the iron of blood on my tongue as I squeezed my molars even harder down on him. As soon as he ripped his hand away from my mouth I filled my lungs with as much air as I could.

“Brandt” I screamed, praying the wind would carry my voice farther than it could naturally go. Sobbing once again thinking he was too far to hear my cries for him. I looked around for him, but knew he wasn’t close enough and just like that I felt my knees crumble under me. My attacker had once again put his hand over my mouth, but now he had pushed me against a wall. He was pushing my face into the brick house in front of me.

“I’ve never had a royal before,” I heard him say, he was now jumbling around behind me.

“I always wanted to know what one of you felt like though” one of his hands now cupping my breast. I continued to twist and turn trying to break free.

Brandt -

I started to walk back towards the house she told me she would be standing next to. The argument had been nothing more than two men tormenting the guards, men who could spend the next couple hours sobering up in the drunk tank. I was taking my time walking back till I heard it, that pained scream calling to me.

“Isla!” I shouted back. I took off running, the guards following closely behind me. I stopped in the street, she wasn’t there. I felt the panic in me turn to rage and my blood began to boil. I spotted Patch half a second later sniffing by an alley. I ran over to him and collected him from the ground, I handed him over to the guard standing beside me. My blood was even hotter, she would never leave Patch. I started to walk down the alley, but couldn’t see anything. I started circling looking toward the street and back down the dark alley. The tears were building in my eyes, I couldn’t control my emotion.

“Brandt” I heard her shout from farther down the alley. I took off running. Finally I spotted her being pinned to the wall by a large man, he was leaning away from her trying to get his own pants off. I barreled into him, knocking him off of Isla and I threw both of us to the ground. 

Isla - 

Brandts body hit the man with extreme force pushing me harder into the wall. I collapsed at the base of the wall, unable to move. I sat and curled my knees up into my chest. Brandt was on the ground my attacker, rolling on top of him he wrapped his hands in his shirt he lifted him by his shirt and pounded him into the ground. I swear I could hear the bones snapping from my place on the wall. I’d never seen Brandt so angry, he really was the God Of War. I watched him as he stood up, still clutching the man by the shirt. 

“On your knees,” his voice rang out, he dropped the man and he instantly feel, lifeless.

“Knees!” Brandt shouted, I jumped at the hatred in his voice. The man groaned in agony as he tried to pick himself up. I could see his mutilated back poking out in sharp edges, broken from Brandts impact. He rose to his knees, barely strong enough to hold himself up. 

“I’m sorry sir,” he croaked. Brandt only looked at him, staring into him.

“Your soul doesn’t seem sorry” he said, reaching a hand out behind him. Before I knew it a guard had placed an axe in his hand. Without hesitation he swung the axe over head and let it crash down on the man. Brandt stood there from a moment before releasing the axe handle. He turned towards me, his eyes soft now, in horror that I witnessed him like that. I found the strength to stand. I know I should have been scared. I watched my husband break a man's body with just one hit, I saw him decapitate a man. I wasn’t though. I wanted him to hold me, to comfort me. I started walking towards him, I was still sobbing. I quickened my pace to a run and ran into his waiting arms. I cried into his chest while his whole body wrapped around me.