Solomon rode forth, his men close behind, Their horses' hooves pounded the earth. As they approached Zorvath's men, Solomon's resolve hardened.
He would uncover the truth, Confront the enemy. Avenge his family.
Upon arrival, Solomon demanded an audience with Marcellus,
The King of Zorvath.
Marcellus's smile twisted.
"Solomon, Emberhaven's brave prince," Marcellus sneered.
Solomon's gaze remained steady.
"Where are my parents?" Solomon demanded.
Marcellus's laughter echoed.
"Ah, your parents," Marcellus began.
"they begged for mercy."
Solomon's eyes narrowed.
Marcellus continued.
"I flayed them alive."
Solomon's face remained stoic.
"But first, I made them watch."
Marcellus's grin widened.
"As I slaughtered their guards."
Solomon's blue flames danced. Fury burned within.
Marcellus revealed his plan.
"I needed a way to draw you out of Emberhaven, to separate you from Henry and conquer Emberhaven."
Solomon's jaw clenched
Marcellus's eyes gleamed.
"You'll never reunite with your brother."
Solomon's voice dropped to ice.
"You'll pay for what you've done." Tears rolling down his eyes
Marcellus laughed.
"Soldiers!" Marcellus called.
Solomon's men drew swords. Still on their horses.
Ready to defend their king.
Enraged by the thought of his parents' suffering, Solomon shrieked in pain. Tears streamed down his face.
A scary sight to behold.
Solomon looked like a demon at that moment.
His charge emitted blue flames, illuminating the day, bringing forth dark clouds.
Solomon, reincarnation of the Blue Flame god, couldn't think straight. Grief and fury consumed him.
He charged toward Marcellus, ready to split his head from his neck. Marcellus's men moved to protect their king. Fear crept into Marcellus's face.
He knew the twins were the reincarnation of the Flame gods, they were known as the war gods. but Solomon's strength caught him off guard.
With ease, Solomon wielded two blue-flamed daggers. Swiftly, he navigated Marcellus's men, mutilating their necks. Leaving their lifeless bodies on the floor, Solomon closed in on Marcellus. Murder intent burned in his eyes.
Solomon's men joined the battle.
Swords clanked, blood spilled, and screams filled the air.
Solomon's rage blinded him, He wasn't prepared for battle, but he couldn't think straight. All he wanted was Marcellus's head and to avenge his parents.
A familiar voice screamed.
Solomon froze.
Trying not to accept what he was thinking, He turned.
Luke knelt on the floor, A sword pierced his neck and shoulder.
Darkness and tears danced around Solomon's eyes.
Luke has been his friend, general and trusted advisor. He grew up having Luke by his side, now what he was looking at was a future he never wanted to see.
Blood gushed from Luke's neck and mouth.
"I have failed you my king." Luke whispered. Before falling to the ground.
Tears rolled down Solomon's eyes.
At his calm state, He noticed his men dropping one by one.
Marcellus's army overwhelmed them.
"Looks like that's all you've got," Marcellus sneered.
He instructed 150 men to stay and finish Solomon, then Marcellus rode toward Avalon with thousands.
Solomon's grief turned to despair.
His men.
His friends.
Dying around him, because of his foolish rage.
Luke's voice echoed.
"Protect...Avalon...Henry."
Solomon's resolve hardened, he couldn't control the pain he felt in his heart, it stung. It was like his heart was being dragged out of his chest. But now wasn't the time to moan. He knew what the situation was and analyzed it perfectly.
He vowed to avenge his men, Protect Avalon And kill Marcellus.
With renewed determination, Solomon charged forward.
Blue flames danced around him.
Marcellus's men faltered.
Solomon's fury was unstoppable.
But Marcellus was gone.
Avalon's fate hung in the balance.
Solomon knew what he had to do.
Take down the remaining men and ride to Avalon.
He knew the battle ahead would be fierce.
But Solomon was ready.
For his family.
For Avalon.
For justice.