Woo I can do this. I am planning out the chapters so it make take awhile to actually get a chapter posted. But here is Chapter 3 everybody. Don't worry it gets better ^_^ I have what I want planned. If you haven't read the manga (I'll be surprised for one) then you won't understand... some of the characters who are manga-only characters... Like Noah... GAH NOAH... well yeah... so...
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Kid's OCD is not as... present... but it comes out every now and then... I know I just took away that part of the character, but the manga does a good job with his growth in terms of his OCD... if you read it... you know... and understand...
No one knew of the lilac child hidden away in the blackened area of the castle.
Most didn't know who he was much less why he was there.
She didn't care for him, dumping him upon the maids and turning her back on him.
He was lonely.
Always alone.
No one would ever understand how he felt, not even the one that brought him momentary warmth.
He was alone...
Always Alone...
The journey back was disturbingly silent. All the servants had turned their back on Crona, refusing to help him, making him walk until he was sore while only giving him just enough bread to where he didn't starve and could walk the following day. They made it to the palace and came through a back entrance to avoid being seen. Only a select few knew of Crona's existence and they chose to keep it that way.
They walked through the halls until the made it to a lavish door. One knocked on the door and Medusa allowed them to enter. Instead, they opened the door and threw Crona in there before closing the door and going their own ways, leaving Crona to deal with the aftermath.
Crona was trying so hard not to shake out of fear as Medusa walked over to him. She looked down of him. "Did you do it?" She asked sternly, prepared for a positive response. He looked at the floor and trying to find what little courage he had left to tell her he failed. He couldn't do it and looked at her with a worried expression.
"I…." the words were caught in his throat, he was too scared for whatever punishment she would give him to answer properly. Ragnarok quickly came up, grabbing a fistful of Crona's hair and slamming his face to the ground.
"This wimp was too much of coward! He chickened out at the last minute and almost got himself caught! He's pathetic!" Crona froze as Ragnarok spilled everything he didn't want to say until Ragnarok finally dissipated back into his body. There was only silence and Crona didn't dare look up to see the expression that the Queen dare give him. The last thing her heard was Medusa saying that he failed before being flung harshly into wall, knocking the wind out of him. His body moved again hitting what felt like a wardrobe to the point he almost broke it. He couldn't focus on what Medusa was yelling at him, the fear taking control and he wanted to get away. He was getting sent to various parts of the room harshly, to the point of breaking the objects he landed on. He was sent to a corner before black arrows pointed at him, only centimeters from vital organs and his throat. They started to go back to their source and Medusa walked over, grabbing a fistful of his hair and dragging him down the hall. He was crying and kicking trying desperately to get her to let go. He was unable to and she opened the door to his room and threw him in there before locking the door.
He couldn't get up, his body too sore from hitting the variety of hard surfaces. He laid there wondering if he was going to be in here forever and regretted ever existing in the first place as he closed he eyes.
He didn't know how long it had been since he had last seen sunlight, all he knew it could have been hours, days, or maybe months. He was unsure. Maybe they lost the war and no one would find him since the palace was abandoned. All he could do was make speculations as he lay there hungry and craving something to quiet his growling stomach.
He barely twitched as the lock was undone and a soldier stood there looking down at him. Crona's vision was blurry so he couldn't make out the insignia on his armor but the person picked him up rather harshly and took him outside to a wagon that had other loaded supplies on it. He was placed in the back with a few other soldiers who were assigned to keep the food and other materials. He sat up, still hungry, and looked at them.
With his vision becoming slightly more aligned he could see that they had the Queen's symbol on their armor, meaning they were still part of the war.
"Wh-what's going on…?" He asked. His voice was dry and the question was barely audible to all but the closest two.
The two looked at each other and didn't see any harm in telling him. "The Queen has ordered you to be sent to the army's camp. We have to keep you alive, at least until you get there so here." The soldier gave him a loaf of bread, with some kind of berry jam on it, and a cup with water. Crona wasted no time eating what was presented before Ragnarok could come out and eat it. They just looked surprised, seeing as the bread wasn't the best tasting in the world. The wagon lurched forward, sending Crona forward with it and he hit the ground, but sat up quickly.
The soldiers had no idea why such a skinny boy was being sent with them in his condition, but none dared question the queen's orders, out loud anyway. The wagon left and Crona looked back at the palace. He had never paid attention when he got to leave, but the palace was rather large and slight ominous and foreboding to most. Lady Medusa most likely never wanted to see him again and punished him by sending out to the front lines. He didn't want to confirm his suspicions and curled up in the corner of the wagon for the whole trip.
He couldn't tell how long it took to get there, but the sun was setting, if that was any clue. The supplies in the front was unload and the soldiers led Crona out of the wagon and down to a dirt path. The camp was huge, the tents seemed to be sturdy and soldiers were orderly. It wouldn't have looked like an army encampment if you didn't see the armor and weapons. Crona didn't put up a fight as he was led to a rather large, slightly decorated tent. A soldier went inside briefly before pulling Crona inside. Crona looked confused and bewildered as the inside looked bigger than the outside. It was equipped with a bed, a desk and a large table with several chairs. The man sitting behind the desk had a dark complexion matching the dark expression he wore on his face. His hair was black and he looked at Crona in anger but slight fascination due to what information he knew of the boy.
The two soldiers handcuffed Crona's hands, to prevent him from attacking the man, though Crona was too scared to try something like that. They left and the man walked over to Crona, examining him. "They told you why you're here?" He said, his voice rough. Crona lightly shook his head staring at the man and unsure what he was going to do to him.
He sighed in frustration. "Your black blood is going to turn this war around. When the enemy comes they will not expect a person to be able to wipe out most of their troops without so much of a blink of the eye." Crona looked at the towering man.
This is what they were telling him to do, kill. What could he do…? If he denied then he died… but if he agreed then so many more would die. He hardly had much of a choice, so he kept quiet and didn't answer, which earned him an angered scowl before he was slammed to the ground. He didn't get up and laid there as the man went back to the desk. He didn't dare to get up, not even when another soldier came in. He just felt too broken to do anything.
Eventually he was moved over to a corner and stayed there occasionally looking up if someone entered before going back and writing in the dirt with his finger.
He eventually was lulled to sleep, only to be awakened some time later by the sounds of panic.
When he got up, a soldier came in. "General! They're here!" The man, apparently a general in rank, growled a little before going over to Crona, undoing the cuffs. "This is your time." He looked down and dragged Crona off to where the soldiers were lining up. Before turning to Crona, "Listen to me. You're going to go out there and take care of them. If you don't I will not hesitate to kill you along with them. Is that clear." Crona nodded hastily and was shoved out into the field. He looked out at the opposing army, who were a fair distance away.
Crona felt his knees freeze, 'How am I supposed to take care of this!?'
This chapter was short in my opinion. I don't know if they'll be longer or shorter but they'll still be good for y'all, hopefully. Anyway if you like the story so far click that favorite button and if you wanna know what's gunna happen click that follow button. Please read and review, I really like hearing people's opinions on this. Just don't be incredibly rude and we're good.
