Crona stood on the battlefield looking out at the army that had started to approach from the mountains. The Queen's army had sent him out there alone without any hope of protecting himself save for Ragnarok who didn't usually help him out anyway.
The opposing army's cannons started to fire, but not flying far enough to hit near Crona. He shook from the vibrations of the ground, falling down, trying to scurry back only to be shot at by the other soldiers and ordered to turn back and attack. 'I-I don't think I can deal with this situation!' He thought as he hesitantly turned.
Crona just looked at the army continuing their advance until a cannon ball hit almost 8 feet away from him sending him flying in the other direction from the sheer force of it's impact. He was dizzy for a second and noticed he was bleeding. The ringing in his hears disoriented him. The world split in two and Crona felt himself doing the same. He started to chuckle a little bit. A large sword started to form in his right hand as he lifted himself up from the ground.
"Did you know my blood is black…?" An uneasy aura filled the battlefield as the sword was raised into the air.
He turned slowly, laughing. "Ragnarok... Screaming Resonance." There was a tense pause before a high pitched scream reverberated in the air. All soldiers had their ears covered, hoping to relieve the pain.
"Screech… Alpha." With a horizontal swing of the sword a clean cut was made. For a second it was eerily silent, until blood began fly through the air from the decapitated bodies of the front lines. Blood poured like rain onto the other soldiers and they were unsure what to do now. Crona just laughed a bit and started walking towards his next targets.
The cannons started to fire again but weren't landing anywhere near where Crona was. The blood ran down his cheek and wrist. "Bloody Needle…" The blood drops turned to individual needles flying toward the impending army. They scrambled around as men next to them were cut down, each needle hitting a vital point in the body. The sickening smell of red bodily fluid ran rampant on their side of the battlefield. Only then did the Queen's army see fit to charge ahead. Some bumped into Crona, but he was already growing dizzy from how much blood he had used with that attack. With his job seemingly over, he let the darkness envelope him.
The Queen's camp was rambunctious with the sounds of drunken excitement. This was the first solid victory after the years of a stalemate. Crona had barely woken up when people were crowding around him. He shook a bit, not knowing what to do, but they gave him words of praise at what he had done. They had even given him a fair chunk of food which he silently ate. Ragnarok was given his own food though it didn't stop him from taking some of Crona's.
Other than that, Ragnarok wasn't being mean to him, he didn't even poke his cheek, though Crona didn't mind the lack of abuse.
"Hey Ragnarok…" Crona said. Ragnarok turned from his food to look at the boy. "D-Do you think Lady Medusa will be nice to me now…" Crona knew it was stupid for him to ask but he needed to hear something, some ray of hope. Ragnarok swallowed, "How the hell am I supposed to know!? Though you didn't fuck up this time, so she might." He returned to the rest of his food. Crona just looked back at his food and ate a little bit.
'I hope she does… but is... was that the right thing to do... what if...what if those people had families... and they never get to see them again...' He set down the forked questioning his actions. 'This is what I was made to do... This is what she wants me to do... but... I dont...' His mind drifted before a female voice echoed through his head. 'Be who you want. I believe you can.' He quickly shook his head, ridding himself of the thought. Eating what he had left, he set the plate down and got up. His legs still felt weak and despite the blast affecting him, the doctor had cleared him of any permanent injuries.
He was given his own bed to sleep on, finding it easy to sleep on as it was barely more comfortable than his own.
In spite of the frivolity, Crona managed to lull himself to sleep.
For the next few days, the Queen's army managed to push the others back and were finally starting to make it through the mountains. The path was narrow and not easy to navigate in larger squads, so they split into small groups in order to make it through. Crona was put in the first group in order to clear an obstacles that might come at them. The soldiers seemed to be okay with him being there and he tried to keep up with them. He looked around at the mountains. A black blur dashed out of the corner of his eye. He turned towards said area. "Um… I-I think saw something up there…" The soldiers turned to look as well, but found nothing and kept going. Crona felt uneasy and slowed a bit.
They had made it a few feet before an explosion occurred in the rocky walls on each side. Some rocks came down, crushing some soldiers underneath. Crona was still in disarray from the high pitch noise caused by the explosion and held his ears, not able to hear his own thoughts or Ragnarok's. Foreign soldiers came down from above. Crona barely had time to react when he heard the sounds of fighting and someone held a knife on his throat with his back against the mountain. He was shaking as he watched the other soldiers get cut down around him along with the next group were further behind.
Crona tried to move but was punched, rather harshly in the gut by the one holding the knife to him. Even with his blood harden, the punch hurt a lot more than it should have.
"You're coming with us." All he knew was everything started to turn black as he felt someone grab him and pick him up.
