With the months ticking by and the world seemingly at peace in the land of Zaron, but the young elf, Kyle, the High elf, could not shake the fear of the darkness, still lurking in the land.
Even though Clyde was banished, he still threatened to return.
It made the ginger, feel uneasy with the time.
"Kyle, my lord, the festival is ready and the parade for Harvest of Apples, will begin soon.
Everyone is having a wonderful time.
...
Kyle, are you okay?
You seem, uneasy lately." Mashwalker wondered as he placed a hand on his king's shoulder.
"Yes, I'm fine.
I have just felt... uneasy for the past months since 'you know who' was shipped away.
I keep feeling his threat was more dangerous then it appeared.
I hope that I could feel it was the end of this evil.
But, in my heart, I know it's far from over." Kyle answered as he looked through the window to see his people having a blast with games, food, rides and fireworks.
"My lord, it is over.
That a**hole can't harm you or anyone.
There is nothing to fear about.
Now we must be at the floats for the parade.
The people won't forgive you if you won't attend.
Shall we go?" Stan offered as the High Elf nodded and followed him to the floats.
"Ah, L-lord K-k-Ky-Kyle.
W-we were waiting f-f-f-for you.
Th-the floats are here and ready for y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yo-you." The bard smiled.
"Thank you Jimmy, we all did an wonderful job on these floats." Kyle grinned happily.
"It is a celebration for our ruler." Stan smiled but the High Elf shook his head.
"No, not my celebration.
This is a gift for our people.
A king is nothing without his people.
We all help and rely on one another." Kyle spoke, his voice filled with wisdom.
"True are your words, my lord.
Shall we begin the festival, lord Kyle?" An elf praised as the high elf nodded and got on the main theme float.
"Ladies and gentlemen.
People of the elf kingdom.
Tonight for the one hundred celebration of our Apple harvest festival.
We thank you all for your kind and strong hearts, for help our trees bloom their divine fruits and send to all for Zaron to enjoy." Kyle announced as the floats began to move into the streets.
The high elf waved his hand to all the elves that came to witness the floats.
"What a wise and beloved king.
How he does for his subjects is an inspiration to us all." A bar elf smiled as he poured a cup of Dragon tear brew into the hooded man's cup.
"We'll see.
Thank you for the drink it was nice." The hooded figure muttered as he gave the money to the bartender then head off to the roofs.
The man prepared his crossbow just toward the statue of the first high elf.
It fired, and he pulled the string, causing it to fall.
Stan pushed Kyle and himself out of the way of the statue.
The people panic as they tried to flea to their homes.
The hooded figure appeared to the elf, grabbed him forcefully, and placed a dagger close to his neck.
"Kyle!
Let him go!
You are under arrest!" Mashwalker demanded as the royal guard got ready to attack.
The assailant placed the knife closer to his his throat, threatening to slit it through.
They all stop as they were in a stand still.
"One false step and I remove his heart!" The attacker threatened.
"Stan, you need to take him out.
We can't let him esscap-" Kyle shouted but stopped when the hooded man tightened his grip on Kyle.
"Quiet!
Or I'll break an arm!" The attacker hissed.
But what the assailant did not know was there was an archer waiting for his cue to fire.
The High Elf bit down on his attackers arm, causing him to recoil.
This gave the elf a chance to escape, and he ran to his army.
But the attacker got angry, with constant cursing, he threw the dagger and into Kyle's side.
"No!" Stan screamed as he rushes to help him.
The archer fired the arrow into the attackers head, killing him, but no blood was shown at all.
"Quick!
Get a healer!
And remove the assassin's hood!" Stan ordered as he held his best friend in his arms.
The ginger haired elf breathed heavily as he held the dagger that struck him, that was still in his side.
"Sir, the attacker was a magic filled puppet.
Who ever sent it was a puppeteer of dark magic.
Usually a puppet does not have the capabilities to attack with the skill of a thief." An elf reported as he revealed the hood.
"Track down the puppeteer.
I want his head mounted on the royal guards wall!" Stan ordered as the elves left to do so.
"Hang on, bud.
You'll be okay." Stan assured as the ginger haired boy was hanging on to consciousnesses.
"I'm here.
Let me see the wound."