I don't own One Piece, I do own most of the OC's that appear in this fan fiction however. Sorry for the long wait two chapters lost, and just plain life have gotten in the way. Now the up come arc is something I've been meaning to try, it's going to be….different….
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Chapter 14: 'Point of View' Arc
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Luther aw himself a decent man, a fantastic person in the mind of his servants, and a kind loveable, fair king of his domain. He was of fair height and average build but showed every year of his sixty five years of age. His once full head of slick black hair now near gone and the color of snow.
Staring out of the large window of to the side of his thrown room that allowed him to lookout unto his Kingdom of Camelot. His castle towered over the island standing at ten story's tall and just as wide, littering the ground far beneath his castle were close to sixty houses some empty, the rest filled with his fifty wives. Truthfully he didn't remember all of their names, it was near impossible, fifty wives, seventy nine children, thirty something grandchildren/children, and just grandchildren his old mind couldn't keep all of those name in one place. It didn't matter anyway as long as his bloodline lived on then that was all he cared about.
The only two wives who's named he wanted to remember, and only cared to try and remember was his first wife who cursed him with that troublesome demon child Arthur, Jen the love of his cursed sons life. Now that was a woman, hair of fire, the will of a lion in and out of bed. When the first year they were married he had his guards hold down the struggling woman, but he did finally tamer the animal.
If Luther remembered correctly Jen gave birth to two children of his a red-haired one like their mother, and a black haired one like himself. But sadly both of those wonderful wives of his were long past, his first one by disease and Jen by his own hand…the woman shouldn't have betrayed him. Thankfully Jen's place he filled quickly with their oldest daughter, the red-head, and made her his wife.
Shaking his head at the reminiscing, and went back to observing his kingdom. Surrounding the homes of his wives laid a wall and beyond that dirt roads crisscrossed between wooden houses and abandoned buildings….it was pathetic. Luther loathed those 'dirt people', the couldn't pay their taxes, lazy, and made his kingdom a joke to the others. Arthur had better control of those lowlifes…and someone trying to usurp his power over these people was not allowed…even his demon child first son.
Thankfully he's already taken the steps to fix the blemish on his kingdoms history. Luther turned around from the light of the window to stare deep into the shadows of the corner in the room. A dark as night cloak shifted slightly, any light in the area seemed to be absorbed, a cold bone white masked hidden slightly beneath the hood of the cloak sent chills down his spine.
Luther took a deep breath "I'll go over this one more time, because I paid you and your people damn good money to get this right! I want my kingdom protected, to prosper, and to do just that my son Arthur needs to be….taken-out, gone, never to be seen by me again got it?" a sharp gasp came from the direction of the throne room door, a flash of bright red hair, the slam of a door, and the scurry of feet quickly across the hallway floor. Luther frowned, the only person even allowed in his presence was his and Jen's daughter and one of his current wives, Jean.
"Damn…and she was one of my youngest wives to," waving a hand in the direction of the door before speaking to the grim reaper like….person in the corner "Do the same to Jean as I've asked you to do about Arthur. I can't let any connection of these coming events to be traced back to me, the very reason I hired you .mercenaries was so I didn't have to use my guards." he suddenly glared at the cloaked figure "We'll! Get to it!"
The cloaked mercenary faded back into the shadows in a manner that made…it seem like it was melting. Luther grinned, soon…soon his kingdom will be fantastic and glorious again.
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Only a few months away from his fortieth birthday the thirty nine year old Arthur was feeling as young as he ever did, as he strolled through the outer Kingdom. A kind wave and a cheerful smile made the citizens brighten, he conversed with a few, a few more hands shaken in thanks for all that he's tried to do for them. Arthur would do anything for his people, all of these people, to protect them from his basterd of a father.
"If you keep smiling like that prince your pace will be frozen like that forever." a growling voice spoke from his side.
"Ah-ha Lance, you should know no woman would want to touch you with a face like yours, at least willingly." laughed the prince, ice blue eyes dancing in humor, black hair falling down his back.
Lance was Arthur's only loyal soldier, and his best friend to boot. Lance was a short man leg wise and tall in body, built like a bull in plated armor. A scarred face that would remind people of ogres and a head shave completely bald.
He was as tough as nails wrapped in barbed wire dipped in cement, a powerful fighter. The kind of person that the people of his kingdom found odd to be supporting Arthur instead of King Luther.
Arthur on the other hand was a tell, well built fellow with shoulder length black hair that framed his face, a face that had many women swooning. His usual garb consisted of a red and gold silk vest with cow hid pants that fit snugly while tucking nicely into his boots.
With an extravagant gesture of the hands Arthur motioned to the people going about their daily lives as he and Lance walked through the streets "Ah! See the people Lance! They are what makes this kingdom great, not those who rule it…if only my father would see that."
"Yes prince but King Luther has his 'own' kingdom of wenches to worry about behind that bloody wall of his."
Arthur spat at the ground, disgusted at the very mention of his fathers name "Keeping women and children looked behind that wall to serve and pleasure him it's a mockery built buy a pervert and pedophile that has to much power!" his breathing grew rapid "Many of his so called wives are daughters and granddaughters of his first ones from when I was a child! My nieces and half-sisters! His own children!"
Raising his hands in defense Lance tried to calm the prince down "No reason to get all hot and bother prince. I know how you feel about this whole subject, I'm just saying having a whole bunch of beautiful women like that seems like ever mans dream…"
" A pathetic dream that's worth nothing. I'll rather have one woman that I love and loves me with all of our heart, than fifty that are just their or hate my guts."
Lance laughed a little "Well it's not like that single woman will come running up to you out of nowhe-"
"Prince Arthur help! Help me! Please!" a hurried female voice called out from behind, causing the two men to swivel their heads into that direction.
Lance looked to the sky "It's not like 2 million beli would fall out of the sky right?…damn."
Running towards the two was a woman between the age of eighteen and twenty, with flaming red hair that seemed to shift colors as the sunlight hit it. A thin face filled with panic, a well trimmed body rushing at the two in a hurry, and she was only tall enough to reach Arthur's chest. After taking note of the beautiful woman's appearance he noticed she was dragging behind her a young girl with midnight black hair.
"Hey prince with hair like that she looks remarkably like…"
"Jen…" he mumbled as the two girls came to a stop in front of him, oddly enough not sweating a bit.
"Who…are…you?"
The oldest of the two looked up at him threw red strands of hair that fell into place when she stopped, large brown eyes filled hope and worry "M-My name is Jean a-and this is my l-little sister Catherine…your Prince Arthur r-right?"
Lance squinted his eyes at the two females for a bit taking note of this dresses "By the way your dressed woman I'll say your either a wife or daughter of the King. What kind of help would you need the prince for?"
"I-I'm actually both…sir…" Arthur shot Lance at 'See I told you' look "…but I overheard the K-King talking a-and he's…hired some…people to kill you! The King noticed me! He's probably sent them after me as well!"
Lance growled "And what if I believe you to be lying girly? Hmm? You could just be another cock sheath stooge of the basterd."
"Lance! Watch your tongue in front of the women! Give me a second." bending down eyelevel to the red-head "Who…is your mother?"
"Her name was Jen…"
The prince let out a shaky breath and stood back to his full height just as an arrow shot right past his ear. Both men spun around drawing swords that they had attached to their hips looking up from the direction the arrow came from spotting the shooter rather easily. A red eyed blonde man grinned down at them from his crouched position on a roof, his crimson red trench coat flicking and turning with the wind.
Catherine, the younger girl, frowned slightly looking up at their attacker "Do you believe us now brother?"
Spinning the sword, trying to loosen the cramp in his wrist, Lance mimicking with a similar action "Who are you assailant?"
The blonde man gave a half-hearted shrug of his shoulders, hopped off the roof sliding down an oddly placed metal poll "I really don't see the point in telling this, you'll be dead oh so soon and I don't really feel like wasting my breath."
"You've already waste enough to speak, why not just waste a bit more for a name?" asked Arthur, signaling Lance from behind his back to get the girls and go.
"Touché princey, it's rather simple really my name is Crow and I'm just one of many that have been hired to 'take care of' you-" Crow waggled his eyebrows a little "-if you know what I'm saying."
"So my father wants me dead, about time the basterd actually went through with his threats."
"You can also say we were also hired to kill that smoking hot red-head and her sister also…" Crow blinked slowly "…where the hell did they good!"
Arthur ignored the mans comment in favor of asking his own question "We?"
"Did you think your father would cheap out and only hire little ol'me? Hopefully the other three saw where those girls went…" Crow shrugged again"…time is money though, DIE PRINCE!"
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Lance managed to get the girls away fast enough before the red-eyed man took notice. Luckily in under a few minutes he managed to get the two young women to the outskirts of town. Arthur knew of the location in which he was headed, the furthest point of their island, just beyond the forest.
"We're almost to the forest girls! From there we can slow down a bit!"
The smaller one frowned "And where exactly is there Dumbass?"
"Cat! Mother told you not to use that kind of language!"
"Well she's dead now isn't she!" Catherine growled back, sucking in some breath as they kept running. The two girls were slow, at least to his soldiers trained body, but they never stopped due to either good cardio or plain fear.
Jean gasped "Cat…how could you say…such a…thing." Lance growled to himself, he did not need to hear a sibling spat while they ran for their lives.
"You want to know why! It's because of-Ack!"
"Catherine!" Lance spun around when he heard the scream of pain to see Catherine collapse onto the ground with a single syringe jutting out of the side of her neck.
"Where the hell did that come from!" the soldier studied all directions, their fronts and sides where all clear…that just left back…from the city.
"It just came out of nowhere! It hit her and..now she's d-dea-dead!"
"Cut the hysterics girl your sister is fine for now, she's still breathing…probably was poisoned…but she is alive." He hefted the little black haired girl onto his back, pushing Jean in front of him with his shoulder.
"Run ahead of me girl! Hurry to those trees! That's where we will meet the prince!"
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To be continued…
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Here's chapter 14...released after chapter 12...in the middle of an arc but you all you what happened with that. As you can see this arc is going to be front the point of view of the hire-y and two of the 'victims'.
Tell me what you think?
Also this arc isn't that long, only about two more chapters (which is most of Dark Heart a couple of small arcs and two bigish ones leading up to the prison)