Main Interlude
Mercia: 400-500 A.D.
The moon's light permeated the night scenery of the old woods.
However, an area was obscured by the dark clouds deep shadow.
"Hehe..." Stood affront the headless corpse of a Giant Demonic Boar, a man gave forth a small chuckle with a wicked grin. He couldn't help it.
The chuckle grew into a full laugh. "Hahaha...!" He couldn't hold it back.
"AHA H HA HAHAHA...!!!" And that laugh became a mad hysteria! It was just too much and he couldn't bare to hold it in!!!
"A KING?!!!" But his hysteria came to an abrupt end. The grin that had been upon his face twisted into a scowl as the man's brows furrowed in anger. "Don't make me laugh!!!"
"You couldn't protect your subjects when they needed you the most!"
...A town lay in ruins as the smell of burning flesh crept into his nose...
His leg clenched, and the ground around turned into a cracked web.
"You couldn't heal them on Death's door!!"
...A girl laid upon the cave's ground. Sadly, however, he had forgotten how to heal...
Blood was drawn as his knuckles clenched.
"You didn't even kill me!!!"
...A white dragon watched over the disaster it had brought from afar. He could only stare up at the beast, as his heart was filled with greaf and wrath at the betrayal he had witnessed...
His gut churned in revolt as hate filled him.
"YOU ARE THE KING OF NOTHING!!!!"
..."I AM ACNOLOGIA! AND I AM THE-!"...
"The king of nothing..." A shout repeated as but a quiet muttering, and he closed his eyes.
He pinched his brows between index and thumb. As the moon's light illuminated him again, Accolon let go a tired sigh. "What am I doing...?"
As the hunter opened his eyes to see the black scaled form his hands had taken. "Tch." As if by command, they reverted back to their Human shape. "I need to turn in for the night..."
"Fou? Kyuu? Fu fou?"
'What was that?...' Tensing, he turned his head to the strange calls source. Accolon couldn't help but raise a brow, as he saw the odd creature hop out from the clearings edge.
"A cat...?" It was the closest thing he could compare, other than a rabbit or maybe a... dog? It was a strange thing to look at. 'Did it hear the conflict or my outburst? Or...'
The creature sniffed at the air. Glancing at the small hill of slaughtered Demonic Boar, its beady red eyes looked towards the man responsible. "Perhaps your hungery, hmm?"
Its long, white-ears twitched, and puffy tail swished. "Fooouuuuu!" The small beast gave an O' so, "woe is me" expression. And Accolon, let loose a much more light-hearted chuckle, feeling himself relax a bit... just a bit.
Od pulsed alife again from his Core. Though, only a little bit so to gauge the creatures reaction.
The White Beast stopped the theatrical display. Its eyes narrowing towards the man.
"Hmph..." The Dragon-Slayer cut of his Magical Energy. Feeling the heat within him quell. "Definitely not a normal creature are you?"
"Fu, kyuh.. Fou!" Towards the rhetorical question, the small... Cat...? Rabbit...? Dog...? Whatever of the three, this creature could be designated as. The small fellow took the question as a simply joke; puffing his little white chest before proudly 'stating?' that he is clearly superior to every other animal.
Not that Accolon, clearly a fool in the little creature's eyes, could ever understand such profound words. However, the body language of the Breed of Calamity spoke volumes.
"Heh." Crouching down, Accolon picked up one of the Demonic Boar leg's, which seemed to have bounced over from his brief scuffle with their former King. The to be titled 'Boar Eater', as some of the Anglo folk of Mercia would come to name him, gestured with the leg of demonic meat. "Would you care for some?"
"Fou!" Fou, as the Gaul had decided to label him unannounced, vanished in a white blure to reappear again sat in front of the man. Beady eyes were fixed on the leg of pork; his small face trembling at the anticipation.
Amused, Accolon gently chucked the piece of meat toward Fou. Alas, it did not touch down upon ground for the White Beast had reached it.
A bone was all that clattered on the floor when the after-image of white had finished.
The Beast sat there staring at the man, as if expecting more. And, in turn, the man stared back, coming out with his awnser.
"You can have the small ones, but leave the bones and hides."
"FOU!" Was all the acknowledgement the Gaul received, as the young Fou at full speed dug into the corpse hill of Demonic Boar.
Accolon found it rather funny, as he turned towards the former Boar Chief's headless remains. 'And people think my eating habits are bad...'
And so, the old Dragon-Slayer had at last found a...
...cat?
Main Interlude
????: 400-500 A.D.
The mist was thick. Bearly a soul could see through the fog. So thick, standing in it soaked your clothes.
In the village. Not a face could be seen. Nor laugh to be heard. What crops remained turned black in rot.
The wood's quite the same. Not a bird to be heard. Nor a wolf to howl. The trees too, where withering things.
Life withered and trembled as that thing stepped by.
Its hooves curse the ground.
Its wails kill even steeds.
Run...
Run...
Run...
Lest Death knocks on yer door.
As she awoke, a groan escaped her throat. What an unpleasant dream for such a pleasant night.
The woman would have to deal with that problem; just through someone else.
Why get your own hands dirty, when hired help was a thing?
Even if Lot's men keep dieing to that silly Phantasmal. If they die to it, they die to it. And if they live? Well, isn't that a lovely reward? A finer pawn to use than the rest, and someone to possibly watch..
She glanced to her left where someone had been with her for the night, and began to play with her platinum-hair.
If they were interesting enough; she might just take them for all they have.
What finer reward was there than that?
O' that did give her a chuckle. If a man didn't know her, it might seem a melodic thing.
But any sane man that did? Certainly, they would feel fright. Especially if they saw that... smile.
Her present thoughts were brought to a halt as she felt the pull from two of her familiars. "Hm, what is it?"
"Mistress! Mistress! A Boar Cheif has been slain!"
"Our Queen! Our Queen! King Ysgithyrwyn has had his head swiped-off bare-handed by a mortal man!"
"Really...?" Now that is interesting.
Morgan Le Fay, couldn't help but feel amused at such thing.
""And now a Beast of Calamity follows in his footsteps!""
"..."
...She would have to keep tabs on this man.
Author's Note:
I would like to thank everybody for reading. I try to be genuine to the best of my ability in my writing and Author Notes (I apologise for anything you fined 'cringy' but that's just life.) Last chapter's end had me feeling as if I'd missed something; so here's an interlude for you, my dear readers.
Critiques are always welcome.
To InkyBastard: Thank you. Your feedback has been received. I'll keep in mind to use a far greater minimum of bold in the possible chapters to come. I won't, however, edit the bold out of the previous chapter; I want my mistakes and any writing improvements to be visible for all.
Also, yes, I do like to keep to a 'standard' that is me.
To Everyone Else: I won't say a thing for what I plan. A lot of authors tend to make empty promises. I don't want to be one of those by eluding to a possible future and then just dropping it. Hilariously, I've already done this by saying it's a Morgan fanfic (it is), and I am deeply sorry for that. I don't like people feeling down.
Again, thank you for reading.