Fleeing blindly from his private quarters, down a burning carpet and room, he bumped blindly into walls and other victims of the group of seven's doing. The worst thing was he thought he tripped over what was the charred remains of a body. His stomech squirming, the demon flew into the long hall and down, away from the throne and bursting out the doors, into the courtyard. It was deserted, for those closest to the exit had the pleasure of being the first out. Only those still streaming from the fortress were walking through. Finally, he found the entrance - and exit, an archway. Bolted out, away from the castle, still coughing smoke and blinking away his dead eyelashes. At last, the beaten Kort's knees buckled and he lay on the earth, fainted from light-headedness. It was a matter of chance now.
Meanwhile, the origanal group of heros, as well as Celesty, were outside, waiting for thier target to come out, likely in front for he vauled his life over his large guards. But soon it was just an hour before dawn, the flames were dieing, and no sign of the dreaded Yolise had yet appeared. Lest sighed, turning. "It appears as if we may now -" but he was cut short by a cold voice from the darkness.
"Leaving so soon, traitors?"
It was indeed Yolise, and he was standing there, glowering with a unbound rage at them all. It was clear he had the image of a massacre on mind. Taking a menacing step forward, the King sneered at them.
"You are all going to die today."
Lest leapt forward, locking horns with Yolise. Caught off guard, soon it was a spar. The other five were about to join when they were intercepted by the huge guards and emmerced in thier own struggle of battle.
Parrying, swinging, ducking, each move so careful, precise. They were dancing in the flickering firelight, swinging to and fro in the pirouette of death. Lest was the defender, for Yolise was not just a excellent warrior, he had a horn tipped with a gooey purple. Poison from the snakes.
Lest was wearing down, losing steam. One slip up could cost him and his friend thier lives. The leader was dizzy, exhauseted. Yolise placed a well aimed blow and stuck.
But the King did not hit his intended target. Instead, he struck violet fur, right into the hip of a Celestial unicorn. A cry of shock from the mare, a look of suprise from Yolise, and a roar of rage from Lest were all admitted at once. But quickly, Yolise felt a knife in his heart. Or rather, a horn. Lest had stuck in the confusion.
It was all bedlam after that. The guards fled with no leader, and the six, no, the origanal five went looking for thier friend Kort. They could not find him. It was too dark, too many demons. Soon the dawn came, and for the first time in a long time, the mist around the stone castle was lifted, and at last, the sky could be sought. Mourning thier friend Celesty and fretting about Kort, they started off to the rising sun.
But shortly they were joined by another, a tall stallion, whom did not honorabley give his life for this mission, but very well but his way of it on the line, and earned a new one. One of freedom, blue skies, and plains of sweetness.
They had all fought and won the war of peace. The battle was over. They could all go home.