Chapter 17: The Tragedy Unfolds
The night after the battle felt unnaturally still. The villagers had returned to their homes, but a heavy silence hung in the air. Aiden, Seran, Lyra, Elara, and Thalia gathered around the fire, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames. Each of them bore the marks of their recent fight, but it was the weight of Malakar's final words that pressed on them most.
Aiden stared into the fire, his mind replaying the events over and over. The destruction of the altar had been a victory, but Malakar's ominous laugh echoed in his thoughts, a haunting reminder of the danger that still lurked.
"We need to be ready," Aiden said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil. "Malakar won't stop. We need to find him before he can strike again."
Lyra nodded, her expression grim. "But how? He's always one step ahead."
Thalia, still recovering from her ordeal, looked at Aiden with a mixture of determination and sorrow. "We have to trust in our strength and each other. We can't let fear paralyze us."
Seran placed a reassuring hand on Aiden's shoulder. "We'll figure it out. Together."
As dawn broke, the group began to plan their next move. They decided to split up and gather intelligence from the surrounding villages, hoping to find any clues that might lead them to Malakar's whereabouts.
Aiden and Thalia took the northern route, where the forests were dense and filled with hidden dangers. They moved silently, their senses heightened by the ever-present threat.
"Aiden," Thalia said softly as they walked, "I want to thank you. For everything."
Aiden glanced at her, his expression softening. "You don't need to thank me. We're in this together."
Thalia hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I need to tell you something. When I was captured, I overheard more than just plans for a ritual. Malakar mentioned your father. He's planning something against the kingdom."
Aiden's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know the details, but it sounded like an attack. Soon."
Panic surged through Aiden. "We have to get back. We have to warn my father."
They quickened their pace, pushing through the dense underbrush. But as they neared the edge of the forest, a sudden, overwhelming sense of dread washed over Aiden. He stopped, his breath catching in his throat.
"What's wrong?" Thalia asked, concern etched on her face.
"I don't know," Aiden replied, his voice trembling. "Something's wrong. Very wrong."
They broke into a run, emerging from the forest to see a sight that made Aiden's blood run cold. Smoke rose in the distance, and the sound of battle echoed through the air. His heart pounded as they raced toward the kingdom, fear gripping him like a vice.
When they reached the outskirts of the city, chaos greeted them. Buildings were ablaze, and people screamed as they fled from shadowy figures that moved with unnatural speed and precision. Aiden's eyes widened in horror as he realized Malakar's forces had already begun their attack.
"We have to find my father," Aiden said, his voice filled with desperation. "He'll know what to do."
They fought their way through the streets, Aiden's fists glowing with the power of [Lion's Wrath] as he struck down enemy after enemy. Thalia stayed close, her own abilities cutting through the darkness that threatened to consume them.
Finally, they reached the palace gates, only to find them shattered. The courtyard was a scene of devastation, bodies of loyal guards lying motionless. Aiden's heart ached at the sight, but he pushed forward, determined to reach the throne room.
They burst through the doors, and Aiden's breath caught in his throat at the sight before him. His father, King Alaric, lay on the ground, blood pooling around him. Standing over him was Malakar, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
"Father!" Aiden screamed, rushing to his side.
King Alaric's eyes flickered open, pain and sorrow etched on his face. "Aiden… my son…"
Aiden knelt beside him, tears streaming down his face. "I'm here, Father. I'm here."
Malakar laughed, a cold, hollow sound. "You're too late, boy. The kingdom is mine."
Aiden's rage erupted, his aura flaring to life. "[Lion's Fury]!" He launched himself at Malakar, his fists blazing with power. But Malakar was ready, deflecting Aiden's attacks with ease.
"You've grown strong, Aiden," Malakar taunted. "But you're still just a naive child."
Aiden fought with everything he had, but Malakar's strength was overwhelming. With a final, devastating blow, Malakar sent Aiden crashing to the ground.
King Alaric reached out, his voice a mere whisper. "Aiden… you must… protect them…"
Tears blurred Aiden's vision as he grasped his father's hand. "I will, Father. I swear it."
With a final breath, King Alaric's hand went limp, and Aiden's world shattered. The loss, the pain, was unlike anything he had ever felt. But even as despair threatened to consume him, a fierce determination ignited within.
Malakar stepped back, a satisfied smile on his face. "The throne is mine, Aiden. You cannot stop me."
Aiden rose, his fists clenched, his eyes burning with an unyielding fire. "This isn't over, Malakar. I will make you pay for what you've done."
Malakar's smile faltered, and for the first time, a flicker of doubt crossed his face. "We'll see, boy. We'll see."
As Malakar vanished into the shadows, Aiden stood amidst the ruins of his home, his heart heavy with loss. But within the depths of his grief, a new resolve was born.
To Be Continued in Chapter 18: Coronation of Sorrows
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