Summary/Disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Frozen Flame enjoy the 900-word chapter. I don't own Frozen; Disney and a few others do.
(Kingdom of Arendelle.)
Pyram heard the first shells as Mer's armada entered the bay. He was glad his ship and fleet weren't present, having left hours ago to deliver the people of Arendelle away from their kingdom.
"Hold the city to the last man… they won't offer us mercy; we can't offer them any." Pyram knew the magic in the air, he could feel it.
A cutting, hungry urge, a pull… whatever it was, it clawed at his very soul.
Pyram thrusted his arm forward, a lance of flame shooting from his palm, racing towards one of the ships, a Schooner, and setting it aflame with a hellish glow.
Pyram watched cannonballs descend on the city around him… Arendelle could be rebuilt, but he knew Elsa would hurt seeing her city in ruins.
Still? He gave her credit; she drew her attention to figuring out the source of the magic. Pyram was busy trying to ward off the armada.
Thankfully, it seemed they were busy trying to cut through the ice around the bay. Pyram was able to lob fireball after fireball at the fleet before he was driven off by the fact that the gunners were able to nearly hit him… and Pyram knew if he fell into the water, he'd never be able to tear himself from the armor he wore fast enough not to drown.
Pyram watched the longboats descend from the fleet and launched another ball of light, this caught the ropes, setting them alight and throwing the boat into the water below.
"I hate to do this, but they're going to kill us if we don't fight back… I hate you, emperor." Pyram turned and retreated into the depths of the city.
Pyram regretted the ability to partake in the beauty of the ocean-based kingdom… and that he and his men were staying behind to defend Arendelle.
Pyram knew though, they'd siege the city, burn it to ash, and retreat, leaving only ruins behind.
He hated that Eadelmarr enjoyed destruction and death so much. he hated very much how the emperor seemed to destroy only out of jealously…. He was ruler of lands, of men… of ships. Pyram had no idea why the man was so miserable enough to put his hate into the world.
What was the name of that prince Elsa mentioned before, he believed he heard of it himself… Hans? Eadelmarr reminded him of Hans, but worse, a monster who seemed content only to feed off the misery and pain of those around him.
"Sir, the Queen said she's leaving the city, she figured out the voice, which direction it's coming from." Pyram heard from one of his shoulders as another cannonball hit the city, raining masonry and stone upon them.
Pyram didn't know what to do, if he ordered a retreat? The emperor would follow, but it would lead to the capture or destruction of Arendelle.
But he would be a coward to leave his men behind while he followed Elsa into the forest… still? He had no idea if they would be dying to the magical winds sweeping through the city… or the guns of Mer when they stormed the city.
Pyram turned to the soldier and rested a hand upon the man's shoulder.
"Pull back to the cliffs and dig in, if you think you aren't going to win? You retreat, we aren't holding Arendelle against that fleet… " Pyram ordered, the soldier looked at the armor-clad king.
Pyram knew the soldier might be just another casualty in the war. he didn't want to leave his men behind, but he wanted to help Elsa… and there wasn't a way he could realistically hold off an entire fleet with only a few hundred men.
"We're do what we can, your majesty… I just hope their fleet is drawn off when our fleet comes back." Pyram heard and sighed.
He tapped the man's shoulder to reassure him. he could no longer stay, not because of the desire to help Elsa… but because no matter what? he'd be ordering men to die for a wasteful war, meant only to end in death and misery for everyone involved.
He couldn't stomach more war, his powers brought death and pain… but he had no desire to bring it to more people at the moment.
He needed to know more about the magic… perhaps it held answers to himself and why he had such abilities.
Pyram turned and walked further into the city… if he was deemed a coward? He wouldn't blame his men if they hated him, he had been an inadequate king… and for more than one reason.
He rushed off into the forest, turning only to fire one last blast of fire in defense of Arendelle, even it amounted to nothing.
The last he saw? Cannonballs pouring down like rain, he hummed and sighed with annoyance.
Author Notes
Phew, another chapter done! I want to point out these chapters might be far apart. Next chapter is going to end up being in a week or 2 and will show Pyram meeting Elsa again and them discussing the forest along with Mer's arrival in town. Until then, Lighting Wolf out!
Ps: Next chapter might be a bit longer or so hopefully.