"Push Ava, push," stressed an elderly voice as the carriage they were riding in shook up and down due to the bumps on the road.
"I-I'm trying" cried a white-haired woman, sweat dripping down her beautiful face as she pushed as hard as she could.
A white haired man, with two horns protruding from his forehead caressed her cheeks, whispering to her that everything would be okay.
"Draven, can't you drive any better," shouted the horned man in a powerful voice, concern visible on his face as he looked to the front of the carriage.
"Tell that to the imperial guards chasing us. If I drive any slower we'll end up hanging in the town square of some human city," complained the white-haired elf as he struggled with the horse reigns at the front of the carriage.
"By order of the King and Queen of Elindurn, you Dermitas scum are to be trialed for your crimes against the state," said a man wearing blue armor, riding at the apex of the imperial guards that chased after the carriage.
"Pfft, trialed? Ye right, more like hung before we can even get a word out," scowled a white haired woman with tanned skin, as she looked out the back of the carriage, the imperial guards coming closer by the second.
"If we don't stop them now, then Ava might be in trouble. We can't let them come any closer," said the tanned woman as she looked to the horned man.
"I'll go," said the man after thinking quietly for a bit.
"No, you can't Alduin. I won't have my child grow up without a father," said Ava, using what little strength she had left to grab on to Alduin's hand while the old white-haired woman urged her to push.
"She's right Alduin. I'll go," said a massive white-haired man who had been sitting quietly at a corner of the carriage.
"Argon, as strong as you are, I don't think you can defeat a whole squadron of imperial guards alone," replied Alduin, torn between stopping his comrade from forfeiting his life, and allowing him to protect his wife and kid.
"It's coming," said the old woman as the head of a baby slowly came out of Ava.
"Twins?" said the old woman in shock, as another baby came out following the first, the two holding each other's hands.
"Twins," repeated Alduin in shock.
"They're casting another spell," shouted the tanned woman, prompting everyone in the carriage to duck.
"Arferio," shouted the guards, sending a massive ball of fire towards the carriage, blowing off its top.
The carriage hit a huge rock, causing it to bounce unexpectedly. That moment seemed to move in slow motion for everyone in the carriage.
The first twin was flung into the air out of the old woman's arms, landing into the bushes beside the road. As the second twin felt the hand of its brother slip away it began crying loudly.
"The baby, Draven stop. My child, we have to get my child," cried Ava, her voice weak from child birth.
"W-we can't. I'm sorry sister, we just can't." said Draven, sadness audible in his voice.
"Alduin, tell him. Tell him we have to get our boy," pleaded Ava, looking at Alduin with deep sadness in her eyes.
Alduin looked away, a single tear running down his cheek. "The imperial gaurds are still chasing us, which means they haven't realised that something fell out of the carriage yet. If we stop now, we could be putting everyone's life in danger. I'm sorry darling, but we'll have to come back for him." replied Alduin in a sad voice as Ava cried in his arms, too heartbroken to hold her remaining child.
"They're drawing another pentagram. Brace yourselves," said the massive man as he put on a black helmet piece that matched the rest of his armor.
As he walked towards the back of the carriage he removed the black and red greatsword that rested on his back, holding it tightly in both hands.
"Alduin it has been an honour serving you," said Argon, before lunging at the guards, cancelling their spell.
"Argon," whispered Alduin, pain and sadness now completely audible in his voice.
The imperial guards had to halt and deal with the massive figure that had just attacked them.
Meanwhile the carriage got further and further away, everyone inside it starring at the massive man with pride on their faces as they became a dot in the distance.
"You dammed Dermitas. Where did you get that armor?" shouted the leader of the imperial gaurds as Argon held the greatsword tightly in his hands.
"I am the demon blacksmith, be honored to die by my hands," shouted Argon as the imperial guards surrounded him.
"Demon? Blacksmith? The demon blacksmith is dead, you are nothing but a filthy Dermitas. Regardless of who you were born, the stain of your past will forever haunt you till oblivion," laughed the leader of the imperial guards as he gestured for his men to attack Argon.
Argon swung his blade in an arc, pushing back any advancers. Behind the first line of attackers, the other men began drawing red pentagrams in the air, indecipherable runes danced along their radii as it began shining with power.
"Like I'd let you," shouted Argon, jumping over the first line of guards and smashing into the casters. In one swift movement he slashed their heads off, blood flying into the air as their dismembered heads lobbed to the floor.
Their bodies became engulfed in brick red flames, nothing of them was left, not even their armor.