Chereads / A gods Tale / Chapter 8 - Chapter 7 - Elika’s POV

Chapter 8 - Chapter 7 - Elika’s POV

Elika gasped as blood exploded from the woman's throat beside her, her dead corpse falling limply to the ground. She watched as the whole palace erupted in the distinct screams of battle, Darkous at the head of the army that now flooded into the throne room.

Elika froze, not knowing what to do. She knew that her first battle would come, but she no idea it would be this quick.

"Elika, get out of here." Jake shouted, his voice showing both anger and concern.

Elika watched silently as Peter fell to the ground, blood oozing from the battle wound to his head. She slowly stepped back as two unknown men crumbled to the ground in front of her, wrestling viciously with knives on the ground.

Both men were covered in blood, both their own and their opponents. The ragging bloodlust all around The princess shocked her; she had never seen such a thing. Even her mother in all her grace and beauty was in the midst of it as she attacked an armoured soldier with only a simple throwing knife, yet somehow she came out alive.

One second the soldier was lashing out at Atnya and then the next he was lifeless on the ground, her mother's movements vicious and precise. Elika's eyes found her father, who was stood as she was, watching the chaos.

He showed no interest in fighting with the others, though when he was approached, the black magic he so loved was unleashed from his hands. Devouring those who dared to fight him, or at least try.

Elika's eyes scanned for anyone else who she held dear, but could only find Michael and Darren. The princess could tell the men apart easily, the one who had spoke first; Michael, had a large scar over his left eye, gaining it from some long battle he had fought years before.

He was wearing strange black armour that Elika had never seen before, the leather-like material clinging to the man's every muscle. Michael's eyes were raven black, his short brown hair combat cut; seeming to match her brothers.

The second man; Darren, had long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He wore similar black armour to Michael, the only difference a small medical vest. At last, after looking for what seemed like years, the princess found Timmy.

Her older brother pulled the trigger of his gun, shooting an unknown soldier from Darkous' army. Elika watched the man drop to the ground along with her brother, the stranger becoming just another casualty of war.

"Elika! What are you still doing here?! Get out!" Timmy exclaimed, his voice demanding that she leave the battle.

But the princess couldn't move, her small frame was frozen in place. Having seen the death and chaos around her, slowed her thoughts. Elika had no incline of what to do or where to go. Fear seeping though her bones.

"Now, leave the little princess to taste war and death on her own boy." Darkous laughed, wanting to see what would happen to her after being in one simple battle.

Elika watched in terror as Darkous threw Timmy across the room, sending him crashing into one of the large pillars.

The princess scanned the room again, this time in total and absolute fear. Her eyes landing solely on Jake, her brother held his two magnums at the ready; waiting for any unwanted attention to cross his path. Elika began to scream his name when Darkous interrupted her, causing her to jump in shock as he approached.

"Hush now little girl, leave him to fight. Wouldn't want the boy to die now, would we?" Darkous snarled, his voice threatening.

Elika began to back away slowly, as though only just finding her feet. The princess' fear peeked as Darkous mirrored her movements.

The dark lord seemed to take more interest in her than the battle, her terror like a flame to a moth. She stared up at her uncle as he stalked towards her, his mechanical white eyes lifeless.

Darkous had a long clear scar down his right cheek; the dead tissue curving towards the edge of his mouth. He was wearing a pair of deep blue jeans and a plain black band shirt, the long leather trench coat concealing his weapons. The dark lord hid his long night black hair under a leather hat, more scars becoming clear around his eyes.

Elika stumbled back, her violet eyes widening slightly as he edged towards her. Darkous seemed casual as he scratched his short beard, his eyes never leaving the princess.