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"Diner is served!"
I was escorted by Sir Gilbert as my father would want. "My lady, please if you wouldn't mind will you please excuse me for my men needed their General." He eyed me with that oh-so Vermilion orbs. I was mesmerized for a second. "I-if it's alright with your grace."
"Of course, not..." I smiled. "I wouldn't mind." He kissed my hand just as sweetly and went away. It's unexpected when he sat with his men, away from me. Great. So I could just gaze him from afar.
The evening went by. I watched him sat there drinking the finest ale, laughing with his men…it's like he's any other young man with his happy-go-lucky friends. I wonder what his like in the battlefield.
"You like him." I nearly went off my seat.
"Father." I shushed.
He gave me a sly smile. "He's so young and fit; you might like him on the way."
"You don't my tastes, Father. And it's very unlikely to him—nevermind."
Someone screamed. My torpor suddenly went away. It went again…a primal screech rang the Great Hall. It was Gilbert who first stood. From my view, I saw his brows furrowed and at haste he barked orders the even made me flinch from my seat.
"What's going on?" I asked no one in particular. Thoughts flooded my mind. Excitement surged through my veins in a familiar fashion. Could it be? Could I finally witness the bloodlust?
Men stand from their chairs, unsheathing their weapons and exited the Hall in an accustomed stance with Gilbert leading the way.
I began to follow them but a hand on my shoulder told to just let them be. "But I want to see…" my voice trailed.
"You have no place in there. You'll only hurt yourself or worse." I slowly sank back because of his stern expression. "Raiders! Everyone I suggest all of us go to our quarters. Sir Beilschmidt will assure our safety so everyone, please. Just. Keep. Calm."
While my father spoke I waste no time to run to my room, my heart already thumping with excitement. The door slammed open as I barged in. Quickly, I went on the corner and pulled a wooden box.
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The moon showed its full face this ravish night, lighting everything under its range. Flames started thrashing like a wild animal, greedily eating the bridge on the moat, the only link from the outside world. Men continued battling, the cries of bloodlust emitting.
Finally, I breathed. I inhale the fresh clash of bandits and soldiers. My eyes started to slit as the excitement of bloodlust release through my disposition. I charged.
But…wait… What's going on?! I can't breathe!
I stopped at my tracks, my knees already giving in. I kept gripping my sword for support and tried to gulp for air.
But…I can't!
I raise my sight and the moon! The moon…it's becoming red. Then I see it. My reaper. He's near. He's going to kill me…bring me to my death. I tried again, raising my sword this time but…I can't.
I'm falling…
My thoughts are falling…
No one's going to save me. My father's right…
Swiftly, at the corner of my eye, he's there, my savior. "Gil…" I whispered. "Save me…" with my last words, darkness consumed me.