The sound of clashing swords caused him to open his eyes.
- "Occupy it," a voice said.
I look around me looking for where the voice came from, but I only saw blood around me, most of my companions were dead, the screams of those who were still fighting and those who were begging for mercy were heartbreaking.
-Johan sans Terre, you will pay for all the damage you have done to us.
I get up quickly with the help of my ruined sword, I try to take a step, but I feel how a current shakes my whole body, no doubt I will die soon, I notice how my guts want to escape through my stomach wound, I notice that my hand is losing a lot of blood since three fingers of my right hand were cut off.
-If I at least get to him, I can occupy "it" and all this massacre will make some sens.... Shit... nothing is worth their death.
My reverie was interrupted by the attack of a mace that went straight to my head, I barely managed to dodge it, and dropping down I pierced the chest of my opponent with my sword.
I take a long sigh while I rest on the corpse of my enemy, I try to recover, as a soldier with full gray armor was coming, the only thing I could see of him were his eyes peeking through the visor of his helmet, despite that I knew who the wretch was, William Marshal.
-You don't get tired of being your Lord's lapdog, Marshall.
With a subtle movement he attacks me with his bastard sword, the cut went straight to my throat, in desperation I managed to block the cut, but my sword shattered.
-I don't have to answer anything to an unnatural being like you, but I will rejoice in the fall of Ireland once we annihilate them.
-Surely you should not waste your time talking," I said with a mocking smile.
With what was left of my sword I stabbed him in the ankle, William screamed in pain, I took the opportunity to turn on me, but I was unsuccessful, my wounds were already at a fatal point.
-Die, you scum.
Lying face down I gave up, I waited for death at the hands of the cold steel of my opponent.
-I guess in the end it was all for nothing, we have fallen, I have failed them all.
But it all remained a vile cry of pain from Marshall, I tilted my head to contemplate how an arrow had pierced through the corner of William's armor in the armpit.
Hood was accompanied by my wife and my daughter, my friend hit with great accuracy, I immediately voted his bow and faced William.
-So the bandit of Sheerwood appears, Hodd, I like you, you don't have to die with these pests, Englishman to Englishman, join us," said William as he broke the arrow that was embedded in him.
-Here the only stench I feel is that of an Englishman bathed in blood.
William and Hood were evenly matched, neither gave the other a break.
Eliana, my wife, came to my aid, I could see the tears in her eyes, falling slowly down her sweet lips and my daughter Velaria, already in her adolescence, cried on my shoulder while you repeatedly said the word "daddy".
-My love, help me to get up.
Eliana together with my horrified daughter pick me up from the ground, their cries increase while they inspect my already starving body, I barely put my hands on Eliana's soft men, I had not noticed, but she was wearing a beautiful green dress covered with branches and leaves, her long curly hair like gold color fell on delicate breasts, I appreciated in detail the beautiful body of my beloved because I knew that this would be the last time we would be together.
Eliana, escape with our daughter and live, do not fight here, I will use my last strength to ensure the future of our people.
-I will not let you fall alone, escape with us, do not die....
I decided to interrupt my wife, because if I let her continue I would probably try to leave with them.
-No, our race must have a future, please live, let me give you a chance.
Without hesitation I kissed Eliana passionately, letting our tongues join for one last time.
My wife looked at me sadly, but nodded as she rubbed her hand on my cheek.
-Dad, come with us... don't die daddy...
Velaria could hardly speak, between tears and fear she barely sketched a few small phrases, she had inherited my hair color as red as blood, she had a blue eye like mine, but the other one was green like her mother's, some fishes that protruded above the nose area made her face sweet and innocent... an innocence that at this moment was broken by the carnage that surrounds us.
-Listen to me, my daughter... my voice was cracking from the tears I didn't want to let out. - I promise you that everything will be all right, grow strong, learn from your mother, let her teach you to be a war, she is much better at the sword than I am and when the time comes guide our savior.
I embraced my daughter with all my remaining strength, kissed her on the forehead and appreciated both her and Eliana's face for the last time.
-Hood, step aside.
I extended my right hand, a green light with blue enveloped my hand.
-Ancient roots that these lands offer us follow my voice, grow at my words.
From the ground a giant root shot out towards William Marshall, without him being able to do anything, the root rammed him like a furious bull sending him flying several meters away.
-Hood, give them shelter and take care of them for me, go away.
-Alastor... It was an honor to have met you old man, and don't worry I'll take care of them, I'll also give shelter to all those left alive, leave it in my hands.
-Praised, thank you for everything old friend.
I didn't look back, I checked my belt to see if I still had a small bottle with a tiny blue flame inside, to my surprise it was still there, intact without a scratch, I sighed for the miracle I had in my hands.
I took a step to look for Lord Johan, but my body barely responded, I started coughing blood, probably the use of magic damaged my dying body more.
-Shit if I die now we will all die, please hold on a little longer.
As it was I would never get to him, but thanks to fate or lady luck o.... No if without a doubt the one I had to thank was the Goddess Morrigan somewhere smiling at me, in front of me a few meters away was the son of a bitch Johan sans Terre with a scruffy beard, dark circles under his eyes that were fatter than his eyes, and a totally unbearable smile accompanied by a crown that according to him made him the owner of everything in Ireland.
-Blessed my luck that you come to me your Putesa, tell me what made you come to dirty your "divine" hands.
Johan sans Terre slowly approached me along with his two guards.
-Alastor, you're as tough as a tick, but look until finally someone crushed you, it's a huge satisfaction to see you in this deplorable state, but what do I see a bowel sticking out?
-You are going to pay for everything you have done, I will avenge the extermination of my species and I will remove that aberrant smile from your face.
Johan scratched his beard, and with a face that denigrated superiority, he spat at me.
-Don't make me laugh, you are already dead tick, you and your species are an affront to our God, and I, his divine chosen one, will eradicate you from the map.
Johan kept yelling at me, but there was no more time, it was here and now.
Quickly I took the flask from my belt.
-Your whole reign will perish, Johan without land.1
-How dare you speak to me in that damned tongue, you damned heretic.
Johan drew his sword to end his life, but from the moment he decided to speak to me he gave me the victory, I uncorked the vial causing a pillar of blue fire with great force to come out.
-I apologize for having kept you captive in that vessel.
A woman with the appearance of a young woman with small breasts of light blue skin floated in front of me, her gaze was sweet, but at the same time reflected a sea of sadness, through her I could even see now a frightened Lord who had fallen to the ground.
-O mother of the Fire of the Fatuous, through you I ask that the English crown disappears by the hands of my blood, that the kingdoms that are against our people fall before my successors....
As I recited the spell I felt my blood begin to boil, the pain increased the more power I released, my body began to tear apart as a blue fire began to burn.
-May your fire...the souls of your children...and the souls of those who carry my blood end the injustice towards us....
-You have forgotten me.
As if it were a Greyhound dog chasing its prey, William Marshall appeared from behind me, giving me the final blow, with his sword pierced straight through my already starving heart.
-Rot in hell! Alastor.
To my ultimate surprise those last words I managed to hear from William were laden with sadness.
-...Those of lineage as old as the forests, our race the elves.
I heard laughter and nonsense words with a mocking touch coming from the proclaimed landless king.
Too...too...too late Will.
Will moved as far away as he could, but it was too late, with an effort I smiled back at the long life. The last thing that happened was that I exploded, staining the king with blood.... this was my victory.