Across the frost covered hills, past ranks of golden corn fields, galloped a roan stallion. Upon his back rode a hooded figure, hanging from his side was a silver sword, made from the best steel in the Panga Wilds. It would've been an extremely majestic scene if the stallion didn't trip going down the hill. The rider flew forward but it was out of his power to catch himself, he fell and smashing his face into the compact earth. His companions who rode behind him made no attempt to help him up because they both were too busy laughing.
Sync lied face down immensely shocked, he could hear Alalis and Drake snickering behind him, they had dismounted and now it seemed even the steeds were chuckling at him. It was a few minutes before he felt Bedatin's teeth grasping his shirt and lifting him to his feet, he stroked his steed before frowning at his companion. "Really guys it's not that funny."
Drake still snorting, walked over and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, it was annoying how much taller he was then he used to be Sync had once been the tallest in their merry band of misfits but now Drake was half a foot taller than he with Alalis quickly gaining height ever given day. "Actually, it was incredibly funny, so don't undies in a twist. Besides you and Bedatin are fine so lets get going before we miss dinner and your mother threatens to skin us alive."
Still glaring he sighed "Fine, but if you guys tell anyone, I know where you sleep"
"Yea, the rooms beside yours." Alalis muttered pulling his horse, Midas along side Bedatin and Drake's horse ,Phaho.
"Exactly you could be gone before anyone notices." Sync added heaving himself into the saddle.
"You wouldn't do that, you know your sister has a thing for me." Drake said rather matter-of-factly as he tightened Phaho's saddle bags.
He rolled his eyes, before reigning Bedatin forward into a steady trot "Hurry up if you do don't move the king's guards will come along and make you his slaves." he joked laughing to himself before pushing his horse into a gallop. It was seconds later that he heard the hoofbeats of their horses following suit.
The horribly sad truth is that in a few hour all they ever know will be nonexistent. As they continue on their journey, I guess I should introduce them. Sync Niteryrus, Alalis Light, and Drake Quentiz, all three have been friends since they could remember, fighting side by side when their fathers left to fight the war against King Krin and Queen Lux. They were given the job to protect their home of Silsea Oak, a small village on the edge of what used the fallen state of Texas, 172 years years ago when the U.S had fallen under tactical war against Japan. Which caused the states to rebel against the president killing him and his family, and plunging them chaos, before completely destroying America, Canada and Mexico turning them into one big giant pile of rubble. Those left were forced under the control of the Kings turning them from a democracy to a monarchy, they killed thousands before the many who weren't okay with being ruled over by the royal family banded together creating a giant army of all races that marched towards a probable massacre, but they didn't stop they had too much to live for. The war continues but anyone could tell the rebels didn't stand a chance, the King had groups of his guards roaming the wastelands for those who had escaped his wrath. They burned, hung, and sliced up anyone one who dared go against him, but the Rebels continue to go against these horrors to protect those left behind.
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They arrived home mere seconds before the moment that would've marked them as late, it was very obvious the moment he approached the door that mom had made her famous stew the smell wafted underneath the door calling them forward. He opened the door slowly pushing against its heavy form, before peeking in, it was dim with the warm yellow light of the candle lit lanterns that hung on the walls like sleeping bats waiting to be woken. They quickly came in so that the dropping temperature wouldn't nip them in the buts, slipping their shoes, then lined them against the wall, Alalis flopped onto the old loveseat in horizontal to the door that at one time had been a startling white, but was now a dark brown. Exactly parallel to the couch was the small fireplace that kept the small house safe from the cold nights that Silsea Oaks is known for. Drake lied in front of the fireplace and was almost immediately out cold, so Sync continued forward, he found his mother stirring the stew in the kitchen he hugged her and kissed her on the cheek "Good day mom, where is Talia."
"Very good day darling, and she should be asleep in her room. You three are home late, what mischief am I going to have to answer to the elders." She said turning to look at him with that look that gave mothers power over their teenage sons.
Sync sat down at their old dining room table, but even so he was still only five feet from his mother so he decided to answer her question honestly "Really mom, we didn't do anything, I fell on my face on the way here and it took time for the idiots to stop laughing at me." he muttered pouting silently.
He heard her let out a light chuckle that made him smile, mom rarely laughed anymore since dad left to fight but that never stopped her from smiling. Sat down the spoon and walked over shaking her head slightly, she leaned down and pushed his hair away with her hand showing the giant bruise that was now forming. She smirked putting his hair back into place. "You get your clumsiness and your need to cause trouble from your father." She said licking her thumb and then tried to rub some dirt from his chin.
"Eww, Mom no." He nearly squealed as he tried to get away from her but to no avail, she then pulled her fingers through his shaggy crow hair. "Momma I'm not a baby anymore, I'm sixteen now, practically a man."
"Please you'll still be my baby boy when you're thirty." She added as she continued her assault on his baby curls that rested at the base of his skull, he heard a loud creak as the door to the hall of bedrooms opened, out slipped Talia in her favorite pink nightgown that used to mom's when she was younger.
"Ha ha , Sync is getting the Mothering treatment." She laughed pointing at mom who had just disposed of a extremely long blonde hair from his shoulder of course had been hers, she turned smiling at her.
"Watch it young lady you're next, when I'm done with your brother, now Talia go get the boys for dinner."
She turned muttering something about tangled hair, then walked through the living room door. Sync turned to look at Mom she had returned to stirring the stew but that wasn't what he was looking at, right next to the stove sat a white piece of paper on it he could see the ink was red. He stood carefully before walking over and carefully picked up the paper, It read
"Hello Madam Niteryrus, We're are disappointed to inform you that the house you are currently living in has now been foreclosed to hold Guards of King Krin if you fail to abide by the foreclosure we will be forced to use violence. You must be out by dawn or you and your family will be taken."
He stared at the paper stunned before looking over at his mother "Mom is this real?" She looked over at the letter he held in his hand.
"No honey just someone's idea of a joke."
Sync reread the not before setting it back on the counter, he shrugged of the feeling he had, and took his seat. Just moments later Drake, Talia, and Alalis walked through the door, poor Drake was pretty much dragging himself when he made it to his chair, Talia and Alalis took their seats as well. Mom served them bowls of steaming stew and a big chunks of bread before taking her seat too, they ate quietly, the warm silence barely stirred as they slirped from their spoons. Drake finished first, he stood, put his bowl in the sink, then kissed mom on the head, before dragging himself to his room. Him and Alalis finished next, he put his dish away, and kissed mom and Talia good night, before he too walked to bed. He walked down the hallway and into his room, closing the door behind him tightly, Sync stripped down to his boxers before crawling underneath his blankets and curling into a tight ball, he was asleep within seconds of doing so.
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He stood beside an old tree the leaves fell in the dead silence, Sync turned in time to see someone he knew well walking down the path away from the tree, he put his hand out and tried to scream his name. He must have heard something because he turned slightly, but what Sync saw wasn't at all what it used to be what he saw was a horribly burned face, the sides of his mouth had been cut to his ears, then sewn shut the only thing he saw that he recognized was his unnatural silver-grey eyes, the eyes they share. The man shook his head tears streamed down his extremely disfigured face, he had seen his horrified expression, tears continued to pour as from his belt he pulled his silver dagger he and Sync had brought them together, they were twin dagger, the man put the tip against the left side of his throat and sliced left to right.
Sync stood shocked he tried to move forward but he turned and found himself chained to the tree, the words built up in his chest and he let out the loudest scream possible
"DAD!"
He shot forward in bed his whole body extraordinarily hot, he stumbled out of bed only to find himself breathing in dregs heated smoke. His eyes stung badly but he kept moving, Sync had no comprehension of what was going on until he made his way to the door and put his hand against it. He yelped and jumped back, the hair on his hand was singed to the highest extent, he backed away even more he looked around, his room contained no windows all he could think about was his family that were probably still sleeping in their beds, he put some distance between himself and the door before taking a taking a run towards the door. The door shattered on impact, he couldn't stopped and ran right into the brick wall that made up the hallway, he heard a loud crack as his shoulder came into contact with the brick, Sync snarled before he started moving down the superheated walkway, he made it to Drake's room and broke down the door but when this one shattered, a fireball roared from the room he felt like his lungs were on fire, he coughed and found blood on his palm, he rubbed it on the wall, before he entered the room. Lying on the bed was the charred remains of Drake, his face froze in a scream, Sync felt tears submerge in his before they evaporated in the heat, he backed away shaking his head "Brother." he whispered before, turning away and running towards the door to the kitchen, he would've made it to if it wasn't for the fire touching the gas burners on the stove he was thrown backwards against the brick, the last thing he saw before losing consciousness was his little sister curled in a burnt ball under their dining room table.