He groaned in a loud tone as his back was smashed against the tree and he fell with his face smashing the ground. He laid for some seconds on the hard ground before he could groan loudly as he turned himself on the ground.
"My Lord!" A voice whispered to him, and what he could hear was the foot of a man walking upon dead leaves which cracked with every step he took.
The man rushed towards him, bending down with the speed of light and placing his hands on his chest as he tried determining state of his being.
He could have been hurt, laying on the hard ground with his entire body aching, yet, what he couldn't explain was why this strange man adored him as though he was a King.
He squeezed his face as he stared at the other. His inner unanswered questions had forced him to struggle the grip the other had on him, shifting away from him on the ground which had scattered dead leaves on, and sitting on his bottom with his puzzled face staring at the other.
"Who are you?" He asked the other man, the one whom he had separated from as though he was some sort of disease.
"Sire, it's me.." the man claimed with his hands placed on his chest, and with eyes rattling through its sockets as though he suspected the arrival of a third-party.
"I don't know you" he insisted. In all sincerity he couldn't recognize this strange man, this one wh claimed that have known him perfectly, and so the best he could do with his aching body was to separate from him while he tried recovering.
"You must have smashed your head really hard sire.." the man said before he put his hands inside his dirtied dark t-shirt.
"It's me, Callum. Head of your army, next in command to you my Lord" He said with his hand placed on his chest, still staring at the other.
But the other's reaction was baffling, staring at Callum as though his name sounded familiar, yet the means of identifying him was a Herculean task.
Callum placed his hands on the neck of his shirt, having his fingers speedily wrapped around the feeble material, and with less effort, he shredded the material into two sides, leaving his bare torso exposed to the sight of others.
"Here, look!" Callum said as he bright his left shoulder closer to the sight of the other man, showing off his burnt skin which had a marking similar to a particular kingdom.
"You gave me this mark when I was fifteen years old, when you took me into your army.." Callum continued with his eyes placed on the man, inwardly hoping and praying that the other would certainly remember the things which connected them both.
The other looked with a wrinkled forehead, confused and disorganized but then letting his fingers feel the roughness of the scar on Callum's skin.
He placed his forefinger on the burnt skin, but when he strained his eyes further to decipher the sign which accompanied the burnt skin, it seemed as though the burn was caused with a round ring, and the middle of the sign still had Callum's skin as fresh as a rose.
"It's your name..! Oliver" Callum said as he watched the other stare with a puzzled look and with curious eyes.
Oliver..!
"Callum?" His eyes became widened in shock. His fingers had slipped from Callum's arm and his hands held Callum's hand in the quest for support, and the other didn't fail to give him that which he needed.
"Yes sire.." Callum replied with a smile on his face. Yet with the smile on his face, his eyes remained unsteady on Oliver. They rattled through its sockets, confirming the security of the area where they both sat.
Oliver hissed as his hand slipped away from Callum's hand, reaching unto his aching head, massaging it lightly to reduce the pain he felt.
It seemed as though the memories had returned, as though he remembered that which had triggered his steps into the battlefield.
He recalled his identity, a noble king who had led his men unto battle against beasts which were of higher sizes and strength than the average human.
These beasts were the unusual ones. At first he had deduced them to be werewolves of which his memories had confirmed certainly, he couldn't expound on that which had triggered them to attack the humans and their kingdoms.
If certainly he could place his hands on something, it would be the fact that the rampage of these beasts had caused the deaths of many men, women and children, and those who managed to survive the bane were never the same as before.
Survivors were left in terrible states, either body parts amputated or seperated from their usual positions, or bitten deeply by these beasts, leaving them to struggle for their existence until they claimed recovery.
These already bitten humans became the replica of what had bitten them, transforming painfully into werewolves as well, letting this plague spread as they too would be the agents of transmissions, causing more havoc in the lands and territories.
Oliver and his kingdom were of no exception. Infact, his had the juiciest of all preys, envied both by men and beasts, and his duty to protect his kind had forced him into the battlefield.
"You're alive..." Oliver said as he stare down at Callum.
"..and well" he continued. It seemed as though the other had not participated in any fight, as though he had hid himself somewhere separate from where the others had gone into battle.
There wasn't a trace of blood on his shirt, neither were there beaded drops of sweat around his forehead. There were no signs of exhaustion, rather a neat hair and dried up face.
Yet none of what he had noticed had moved him into thinking otherwise, his spirit rejoiced at the sight of a man who could battle at the same speed with him.
"Where are the others?" Oliver asked as he struggled to stand on his feet. The other had held him tightly in his quest to stand before he replied, "They're scattered around the field. I can't trace all of them. I'm lucky to have found you my Lord!"
"We need to find them all quickly" Oliver said with an exhausted breath, his chest moving in and out as he breathed heavily as he searched left and right for his men.
But then it seemed as though he had heard something, and his facial reaction which showed exhaustion and confusion had suddenly changed, and his ears pricked at the sound of something huge around him.
His head turned slowly towards the left, same as Callum's. The bright sunlight which shown on them both was blocked by something huge, letting its shadow cast on them both.
Certainly it had to be a werewolf lurking over them like the preys it had made them look, but they stood against something huger than them without a weapon in their hand to defend themselves.
"Oh shit..!" Callum murmured out in his fright. The snarling sound of the beast had drawn bus attention. He wasn't as fast as his master who had detected something huge around them with just the casted shadow falling on them, but the low growling sound had caused him to shriek in his fear.
Oliver's left arm slipped away from Callum's hand, sliding over towards Callum's left arm, pushing him slightly behind him as though he was shielding him away from the monster which stood before them.