Rating: M (Mature [18+])
Warning: Death (s) of Character (s)
Categories: F / M, F / F, M / M, Multi
Fandoms: -
Relationships: Ben Cranel / Metaria Cromwell, Bell Cranel / Cossette Cranel / Ilona Cranel
Characters: Ben Cranel (OC), Metaria Cromwell (OC), Bell Cranel, Cosette Cranel (OC), Ilona Cranel (OC),
Fire and Blood
Prince Jae
(Long Version) Summary:
In the legendary vastness of the Lower World, where gods coexist with mortal beings and they become heroes of tales, and where traces of an immemorial presence emerge in the darkest corners, the eastern islands, Redstone, is hidden behind a screen of smoke and salt stopping from any curious to set foot on the land. In those breathtaking scenarios, lord Bell Cranel and his family will be the changing tide that will unleash all human passions: betrayal and loyalty, compassion and thirst of vengeance, love and power, lust and incest, all things needed to win the ultimate game of war: the rule over the lower world, a powerful trap to catch every character… and the reader too.
Notes:
The story takes place in an Alternate Universe, where things are different. It is an attempt to create a more realistic universe and without so much use of magic or impossible elements.
Warning!
What you are going to read next is fanfic — a modification, or total change of a story. It needs a story already written to work, probably a commercial one. The additional content provided by the fanfic is entirely my own but free for use, as it is made by one or more (fanatic) writers/readers for the enjoyment of the forum community.
"Do you want to tell me your stories? All right! I'll tell you mine. Would you rather bury the past? We can do it too. But don't try to pretend to be offended by me. What we have must be good enough, damn it! And if it is not, it is best to cross that line. Which do you prefer?" — Bell Cranel.
. . . PROLOGUE . . .
A Cold Winter
"Ilona! Cossette!" Bell screamed at the top of his lungs, feeling the pain from his wounds disappear as fear gripped tightly around his heart and nausea forced him down on his knees. "Ilona!" He tried to yell. "Cossette!"
His blurry sight searched for his sisters' figures among the ashes and dust. The noises from the battlefield were muffled by a high-pitched sound raping his ears, he must have hit his head hard against the ground, but he couldn't remember it right now.
A new volley of arrows lurked from the skies as hunting eagles, striking fast and hard against the infantry and cavalry. It was pure chaos here… but Bell needed to find them!
"Ilona!-"
"Bell!" Came a faraway reply.
The white-haired lad gasped for air as his knees failed to hold his weight any longer and Bell fell down to the mudded ground, unlucky for him a stray arrow pierced his right calf and he screamed. He shook his head, noises and screams creating a sickening sound around him, and he tried to crawl his way to the voice.
Blood and mud stuck to his skin, covering him from head to toe, even his white-hair got dyed in a dark myriad of colours.
"Cossette!" That same voice screamed, and panic filled his chest.
"No," Bell struggled to crawl as fast as possible, forcing his body to ignore the nausea and the agony.
That's when he, a top of a dead body from his army, stopped and saw their dirty faces. Ilona's eyes widened in fear as they were kept locked on a full-plated knight carrying a spear and walking towards… Cossette's unmoving body. Her winged crown crushed beside her and her sword just mere meters from her body.
Bell used every bit of his remaining strength, but he could only kneel. His hands, trembling, moved towards the dead man's body, searching for something, anything to help him. That's when he noticed the half-buried bow, but there was no arrows there to use-
And without second thoughts, Bell shot his hand towards his calf and ripped the arrow from it. "Gah!" He yelled, feeling the arrow tip tear his flesh… He ignored it, his blurry vision trying to focus as he knocked the arrow, pulled the string, aimed. Bits of flesh and droplets of blood were hanging from his arrow.
Blood for blood, he thought.
Bell took the shot and the arrow flew through the air. But as the arrow traveled, searching for it's kill… the young white-haired lad could only watch and scream in horror as the knight raised his sword, aiming to stab at his sister.
And as the arrow neared, the knight swinged.
"Cossette!"
"No-!""