Fall from Grace
Prologue
By Blinded by the Moonlight
A/N: A project that I've been working on in my spare time. It started off as a oneshot that I made for a creative writing topic, but I've extended it.
The floor met my knees for the first time since I was ten. The coarse folds of my blindfold irritated my eyes, though the feeling was somewhat pleasant for something that was supposed to hurt like hell. But then again, being one of the top warriors really made you seem immunte to some things. Being my ordinary self, I wanted to whack whoever made that bullshit up.
"Kyra Moon." A familiar voice greeted my ears, yet it wasn't filled with the warm tone that I had grown accustomed to. No, this new tone sent shiver after shiver down my spine. My mind remained blank as I stared with a dull expression at his armour. Shiny and black, similarly to what I wore. "Stand."
When I didn't move to his command, the flat end of a flimsy spear found its way to my plate mail. It didn't hurt for one, but the impact of the jolt left a sizable dent in my armour, and I decided that it would be for the best if I did stand up. A rough hand grasped my arm and tugged me up after I struggled to stand without sight. the same hand tugged at the blindfold and it slipped off. For the first time in 24 hours, I had the privilege to see once more; my mind was rejoicing for a brief second before the graveness of the situation at hand brought me back to reality. I couldn't stay in the sweet embrace of euphoria forever.
My mentor stood before me, his face as stony as ever. Not that I was surprised. After all, he HAD been my mentor for most of my life. But a question still rung in my mind. Was it the same person? The same man who executed people every Saturday, could he have been the same man that took me out for ice-cream? Could the same cold-blooded man that was a famous executioner the same person as the one that had hugged me when I was scared? He had always said that people had two sides to them. Dark and light. I just hoped that it was the light side that I was going to face.
Despite his constantly stone-cold exterior, he had a weak point; he was human, after all. His eyes gave away his emotions, that was one of the many things that I had learnt about him. A mix of anger and sorrow; I couldn't tell, showed. His pale lips parted slightly. "Leader of the Dark Knights, head of the Masters, the third person to reach fourth job in history, I hereby announce you exiled."
Each word dealt a mentally painful blow to me. What pained me more was the fact that every word he spoke rolled off his tongue with ease, despite holding the knowledge that it was filling me with constant dread and the dragging sense of despair. My face remained as neutral as it ever could be, yet inside I was burning with fury and misery, each battling each other to overcome my body. Mark my words, you do not want to feel like what I was feeling.
Echoes bounced from the stone walls as he walked towards me, his steps slow and elegant, for some reason. He stopped right in front, his towering height causing me to look puny and helpless. His hand hovered above my chest where my medal was pinned; it was clear that neither of us liked nor wanted it to happen. I mentally begged him not to do it, but my futile attempts at telepathy failed as he grasped the medal and unpinned it before letting it fall to the floor, landing with a clatter.
Quickly, I took i my surroundings. The warp portal from which I had come from still stood; it was clear that it was the only way out of this chamber of ever-growing doom. A few well-trained and armed guards stood near me, but not very close in contrast of how close my mentor was standing near me. I quickly made a decision. Life or death depended on what I was about to do.
"Hand over your spear." He commanded, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly but surely my hand reached up towards my fairfrozen as I closed my eyes briefly.
A flash of me and my mentor. A flash of myself, proudly holding my first spear. Even a flash of my first and only love... They were fragments of a life that I will never live again, no matter how much I wished for it.
The reassuring rush of euphoria lingering in my mind dispersed almost as soon as I opened my eyes, where hell returned to my being. My hand had now grasped the cold, hard surface of the beautiful weapon. Gently, I yanked the spear out of her leather holder and held it by my waist. He held out his hand, and I hesitated as I lowered the spear inch by inch closer to his palm.
Originally, I had planned to just live with being exiled and executed, but an abrupt change of heart caused me to grip the spear with both hands and spin in a wide circle, knocking my mentor unconcious with the blunt end of my spear and beheading the man behind me, his pathetic excuse of a spear falling to the ground with a large crash. His blood spurted freely from his now collapsing headless body, the crimson fluid staining my armour and hair. I tackled a guard head on and stabbed the other. A pool of blood now lay on the marble floor. Tears streamed down from my eyes, mingling itself with my sweat and my victims' bodily fluids. I dashed for the warp portal, determined to get out of the place. I switched the warp portal to close as soon as I went through. Turning around, I caught a last-second glance of the life that I had left behind, and the life that I will now lead.
For now, I am Kyra Moon, the Dark Knight who fell from grace. I am now a fallen angel, exiled by my own kind for something that I had no choice but to do.
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