•••the king's pov (king lucio of serothor)
I remember a few months ago when Zeth told me of his vision and serothor started getting ready for war.
Zeth hadn't spoken to anyone for years after his accident he was wasting away in his bedroom studying magic so when he came to me and spoke so clearly about a vision of blood I took it as a chance.
A chance to get a son back to build a relationship if it was false serothor would have trained soldiers if it was the truth serothor would be ready either way Zeth would act like he was a person again.
I watched as he trained the soldiers and how he acted when eating dinner how he spoke with me when going over his plans he was once again that energetic little boy I knew even if he was energetic because of a negative thing.
His vision was correct and now I am here in the serothor royal castle being protected while he is out there with his life on the line.
It has been years since I've praticed martial arts but the gods be done with me if I let my young man die in his own city!••• back to normal
I could no longer have my soul shield active I am exhausted and the entire side street is covered in my blood if not for the god heart's restoration powers I would be dead.
My limbs are twisted in all sorts of wrong ways, red lines seep a red liquid that runs down the stone street like miniature rivers my clothes torn and tattered not really covering anything, craters of skin and meat revealing pearly white bone.
She had resorted to pulling each of my head hairs out one by one to stave off her boredom that's when I heard her talk.
"It was nice playing with you but I should really get going but how should I kill you should I drown you? suffocation maybe? oh I know how abou-"
She was cut off as I heard a familiar voice speak.
"How dare you harm zeth! you filthy petulant peasent whore!"
It was my new father he was wearing his red and gold royal robes his large silver crown resting on his black hair his green eyes as deep as the largest forest.
The woman attacked and didn't even speak this time which was suprising considering how much she loved to talk.
She released her orange aura and stabbed straight at king Lucio's heart but her spear was deflected by an ornate jewelled and engraved rapier covered in a golden yellowish colour.
My father was likewise covered in that same golden hue he was a swordmaster he had broken through to the 3rd rank!
The next moment the woman's armour had been cut clean through as if it was nothing but paper the rapier moved from place to place at an astonishing speed and precision but always appeared slow and elegant.
A few moments passed and the woman was covered in shallow and deep cuts with one final charge with her spear her body was sliced clean in half her legs almost running without her top half.
The king rushed over towards me he had tears in his eyes he brushed the hair off my face kissed my forehead and picked me up.
As he ran at a comfortable pace we occasionally came across some fights between serothor soldier and the enemy army but my father simply kicked away any enemies who got too close and kept going.
At first I felt shocked that the king was so strong but it made sense serothor's royal family had a bloodline, moderately good amount of wealth and plenty of idle time.
Easy power, lots of money and free time in a world that has magic and martial arts are a rare combination and probably the best way to get to high levels of strength other than battle experience.
We finally reached the castle still standing and surrounded by soldiers who wore the city's armour healer ran past the front lines and came rushing towards me.and used their healing magic on me.
I trained each of these healers in first aid and modern anatomy and diseases so that if they did overuse their magic they could still help people.
They stopped once my wounds were mostly healed and it was only my legs and deep cuts that weren't fully healed.
They focused on the worst injuries and my hands then they bandaged my body my father forced a potion in my mouth which I used the last of my energy to drink.
Then I let the dark abyss of sleep take me into the dream realm a place wherein I never came here a place where I could dream about my monotonous former life.
My old house, my old job, my friends and hobbies everything I could think of I can dream here in my dreams.
I didn't need to be a prince in a god forsaken middle of nowhere miniature country I didn't have to stress about whether my army would survive or mourn the ones who didn't.
I could just live out my entire life dreaming of a life a once lived a home where people didn't torture me a job which had its own fair share of blood.
All I need to do is simply dream a little dream where I can relive my life a life without true worry without having to act like a strong unfeeling general that stands in the way of Stupidly powerful people.
So I started to dream a little dream.