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The boy stomped through the snow, allowing it to crunch satisfyingly beneath his feet. Every so often, the snap of twig would be heard as one of his troops stepped on a twig. The boy himself was invisible, but only because you thought he wasn't there. He made no sound whatsoever, and his body was perfectly still, causing the mind to assume nothing was there, since nothing made sound, nor movement. The army stopped suddenly. Ahead lay Guardia castle. In front of it was ten-thousand human soldiers. The boy paused for a moment, thinking about the situation, then at last said: "Keep them busy. I will make the checkmate." He said, and suddenly, vanished from sight.
The boy was swift, and silent as he dashed into, and through the castle. Within its warm walls, laid the king on his throne, safe from the cold of December. The boy glared at him, and moved quickly to the middle of the room. He stepped upon the stairs in front of the throne, and took out the guards with ease, pocketing their bloody hearts. The king himself had a stern look on his face as he watched his guards get demolished by a child. His white beard, and tanned skin was wrinkled, yet firm in his statue-like crimson robes. His golden crown sat proud atop his head, and his crystal eyes could see right through the boy. The boy returned the glare, and stepped towards the king. "Why do you fight for the beasts?" He questioned, in a deep voice. The boy shrugged. "They raised me. I am returning the favor, and paying my debt." He said. The king nodded in approval, realizing the boy had something worth fighting for. "Reveal to me your true form before you kill me at least." The king said, apparently ready to die for his kingdom. "As you wish, oh former King Guardia X." The boy said, and the shadows drew back, revealing the boys true form. The child was dressed in heavy black armor, tinged with crimson blood. His skin was pale, and he had a torn teal cape upon his back. His hair was a soft blue, and his child like hands gripped a long slender blade. His emerald eyes glowed with anticipation. As he walked toward the king, and unsheathed his blade, something blocked his path. A woman with red hair, pale skin, sapphire eyes, and a goose feather dress blocked his path, forming a human shield in front of the king. "Out of my way, Queen, the King's time has come." The boy said. "I will protect my love to the bitter end!" The Queen said, stubbornly. "I'll protect papa to!" A little red haired girl said, stepping out from behind the Queen. The boy stopped, stunned by this stubborn display of courage. Why would someone throw there life away for another? And what was this "Love" the Queen had mentioned. "No, I will take the price of my war as it comes. This is my own doing, and I cannot let others take the blame." The King said, and got up from his thrown, getting in front of his family ready to die. The boy laughed. "Your all a pack of fools, and I'm ashamed to be human. But nonetheless, the king is right. Hold still, and I will make it as painless as possible." The boy said. Even as he raised his sword above his head, the king remained motionless. For a moment, the boy eyed the king, waiting for him to strike back at any moment. For a full five minutes, time stood still. Then the boy dropped his sword. Surprised, the king looked at the boy who had dropped his blade, and fallen to his knees.
The king knelt down to the boy, surprised to find he was crying! "You…you would die for your kingdom, your family…? Why…?" The boy said, choking back sobs. "That is my wish. For all to be happy. Should your side win, there will at least be peace. There would be no more warfare against the mystics." The king replied. "You…you…hypocrite!" The boy shouted. "You started the war, and now you want to end it just like that!" He questioned, pointing a finger at the king. The king nodded. "I would do it for my family. There is love for them in my heart, after all." The king replied. "Love…? What is this "love" that you speak of?" The boy questioned, drying his tears of confusion. "Love is…when you care about someone enough to do anything for them." The queen explained, stepping from behind the king. The boy paused for a moment, then stepped closer to the queen, examining her face for the trace of a lie. Nothing. "I would wish to learn more of this love. Could you teach me of this, if I stopped this war?" The boy questioned. The queen nodded. "But how could you? You are a mere boy!" The king exclaimed. The boy snorted. "I killed your elite guards in half a millisecond. Don't you think it would be possible for me to change the mind of my people?" The boy questioned rhetorically. The king and queen both nodded. "I suppose you could. Perhaps you could stay with us tonight?" The queen questioned. The boy nodded. "I could, after I talk with my king. I will only be gone in thirty minutes, no more, no less. Oh, and remember my name, Alex." The boy said. Within thirty minutes, he had returned, bringing the good news. "The war is over. Peace shall now rain, or the king's name is mud." Alex said. "Thank you, Sir Alex." The queen said, embracing the boy as if he were her son. The boy pushed her away. "Please control yourself, Queen Guardia. It was nothing. And please…call me Alex!" They all laughed. It was the beginning of peace between mystics, and humans. Or so they thought.