Teuton: A Minecraft Fanfiction
Chapter One - The Regent
Nikoljas' P.o.V.
The ropes were tight. The swords the guards had were sharp. I stared furiously at the throne room doors from underneath the red hood of my cloak. I heard the doors click open and I lowered my gaze to the stone-grey quartz floor.
The scarred guard on my left shoved me forward harshly, making me stumble and curse in Latvian. I quickly regained my balance and walked forward, the dim glow of redstone torches and the heat of lava making me sweat slightly and itch underneath the bonds on my wrist. "So, who do we have here?" The Welsh accent of the Kyrgios regent made me snarl inaudibly. I was pushed forward again, but I wasn't able to regain my footing and I fell forward, scuffing my palms and my clothed knees on the cold floor. I heard three sets of snickers.
I grunted, managing to push myself onto one of my feet before being shoved back down to my knees. "Well?" The drawl made me grit my teeth and I felt my eyes begin to glow amber. "Milord," I heard the guard on my right state, "this thief was caught stealing from the forge, while wearing the cross of the Teutonic Order." I heard a dull growl before, "Remove his hood." I felt one of the guards stab my arm with his knife, again and again. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from crying out.
My hood was roughly pulled down and I instantly found my eyes glaring at the regent. He sat lazily on the throne, an infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "Dungeon," he hissed just as I realised the prince was next to the throne, staring at his feet.
My head snapped back to the regent and I growled, surging to my feet and snapping the ropes easily. My eyes were glowing again, except golden this time. I heard the guards swear and rush at me from behind, but you never annoy a Teuton. I turned and ran at the guards, knocking one down and pressing his own sword to his neck. "Ddarostwng iddo! Shane!" The regent yelled, leaning forward on the throne. The prince jumped, before whispering, "Ie, Ewythr."
Out the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of green and yellow and then felt something prick my neck. I growled again, but it was weaker and everything was swirling, becoming blurred and dark. I pressed harder on the sword to steady myself, before my eyes slid closed and I fell forward, feeling the guard beneath me push up his arms to catch me. I was still awake, but my body had shut down, felt numb.
"Cymerwch ef i'r dungeons a phan fydd y cyffur yn gwisgo i ffwrdd, yn mynd ag ef at y Sgerbwd/Siambr Spider." I heard the regent say before two gruff answers. I distantly felt myself being lifted roughly onto one of the guards' shoulders. I tried to open my eyes, to move my fingers, to Nolāpīts visu to curse and swear and yell at the regent and the guards. I felt myself be thrown into another set of arms, these ones, though muscled and worn underneath the fabric of a tunic, held me gentler than the other guard. My body began to shut down completely and I finally gave into unconsciousness.
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I groaned, scrunching my eyebrows together with my eyes still closed, twitching the fingers of my left hand. "Is he awake yet?" A slightly muffled voice asked. I heard an iron door creak open and footsteps growing louder, closer.
I groaned again, my entire face scrunching as pain ripped through my body from my left arm. My head tilted towards a slightly darker shadow and my mouth opened to let out shallow, ragged breaths. "Ie, he's wakin' up, but Alwyn stabbed him too hard; he's in pain." I heard quicker footsteps before my arm was carefully pulled out from underneath the covers of the bed.
I whimpered, biting my lip to stop from screaming out the pain I was in, cracking my eyes enough to see none other than the prince gently dressing the wounds on my arm. "Dydw i ddim yn meddwl y bydd yn para'n hir iawn yn y Siambr gyda angenfilod hynny. Beth oedd yn fy Ewythr meddwl?" The prince muttered, tying the sling behind my neck. "Chi wedi clywed yr hyn a ddywedodd y rhaglaw. Mae ganddo i fynd yn y Siambr. Os na mae'n ei wneud, eich bod yn gwybod beth fydd eich Uncle yn ei wneud i ni." One of the new guards said. "So?" For some reason, the sound of the prince's Welsh-accented English was rather appealing.
I can't really remember what happened afterwards, but the next thing I can remember is being pushed into a dark, dank chamber that smelt of rot and mould, and was covered in cobwebs with bones scattered over the floor. I took a hesitant step forward, only to hear rattling. I froze, starting to turn, before I was slammed front first against the concrete wall, screaming as my injured arm was crushed beneath my weight.
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