"They are willing to die to speak to me. Cover your ears if you do not want to hear them speak like humans," Liam replied firmly as he wanted to do that. Their voices were everything close to the grunts of pigs.
Many believed those who are willing to die for a cause they strongly believe in are fools but Liam thought otherwise.
He knew that for someone to lay his life down for a particular issue then it was for a cause beyond anything that could be selfish. If they were willing to die to speak to him, they should be given a chance.
He approached them and stood at a safe distance with his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword ready to attack if he gets attacked.
They went on their knees with their heads bowed. "There is life beyond the walls and you might be the only hope we will ever have," they chorused.
Liam furrowed his brow. He had no idea what they were talking about but he could not let them know the prince had lost all his memories.
"Why will the prince be a hope for you? he might just kill you all as soon as he ascends the throne," the knight warned the were-men.
"I do not know what you speak of. I am not hoping to anyone beyond the wall," Liam told them firmly as he will love to avoid any problem.
If they were within a wall then he will have to understand life within that wall before venturing outside. His life has been threatened repeatedly, he was not sure if he had hope to survive it all, carrying a new set of burdens would be a suicide mission.
"Your highness . . . you . . ."
Liam's eyes flashed a dark glint. Why did he sense danger from what they were about to say to him? He got a very bad feeling from it. They looked at him and froze.
No word escaped their lips but he felt like they were telling him things.
He closed his eyes and sighed.
Swish!
His sword swung into the air and two heads dropped to the floor. He groaned. Not again.
The soldiers were shocked by the scene.
Only one of them remained expressionless and looked at the head on the floor as well as the beheaded bodies before looking at the prince.
They communicated without saying a word. It was hard for anyone to see it but he did. They begged the prince for death.
He was not sure how the prince could know the message they passed to him as the prince was without magic and he has never learned anything about beast-men as that was a taboo in the royal family.
He watched the prince as he walked back to his makeshift bed and sat down. The prince cleaned the blood from his sword before lying on his bed like he had not just granted two being their desires to die.
The more he watched, the more he was baffled by the prince everyone claimed was a coward and a liability to the royal family and the world in general.
In life, there is always more to everything the eyes see.
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Liam had a wonderful night as he slept through the night and when he woke up, the guards had gotten his breakfast ready.
He glanced at the spot he stood and killed two beings. He remembered those pleas that had his hands moving before she could stop.
"Please, kill us," he had heard them beg him. He was taken aback and wanted to ask but the fear of what they were about to say scared him leading to his body reacting before he could react.
But what secret does he have that they know? Could they have known that he was reborn in the body of the prince?
He had so many questions he wanted to be answered by them but he ended up killing them. He felt so numb.
"Belief what we said, please," the last word of the first were-men told him before his sword slit their throat leading to a fountain of blood.
He looked down at her body. He would have to take his bath or he would begin to stink. He was someone who took his neatness seriously.
That journey continued with Liam being extremely uncomfortable caked in blood and smelling like an abature. His ears would have been erecting if he were a rabbit as he hoped to find a creek or water of any type.
It was only when they stopped to rest for that night, that he heard the distant chirping and croaking of frogs he left his guards who kept saying it was right for them to remain on the path made by some witches to ensure safety during the journey.
If the witches forgot that humans need water to survive and not just the little bottles, they carried with them but enough for a grown man to use, he would have to take another path for himself.
He continued forward with none of his guards bold enough to go with him as he approached, a few animals rustled into the bushes around and he stopped with a satisfied smile lifting the corners of his lips.
He began undressing. When he could not ease that strong urge he felt to just simply jump into the water, he jumped with a loud splash.
He closed his eyes and sighed in ecstasy. At this moment, could it get any better? It was torture for him to go on smelling like a stray dog.
The caresses of the water on his body were even more pleasant than a thousand hands. You might not be able to relate . . . but he had not touched water like this in a while.
Did he just feel hands? He opened his eyes and looked into the water using the light the full moon provided until he felt his eyes ache from straining them.
That red tint that still felt as unfamiliar as ever even after experiencing it twice returned and he tried to blink it off. He would not see an ophthalmologist if they have one as soon as he gets to the capital. Hopefully, they will have a cure for this strange feeling.
He looked down into the water and the fishes did not hesitate to feast on the blood on his clothes and body, he was surrounded by fishes in the water.
He was taken aback by the sight of the dense darkened small figures feasting on all they could savage. Could this get any worse?
"Remain calm, you need to get out of this water clean," he gritted his teeth tightly closing his eyes to get rid of the image he just thanked goodness it was not shown in the full picture or he would have emptied his stomach of his dinner. His hands brushed off the fish as he tried to clean his body properly.