Characters in this prompt: Nameless King, Gwyn Lord of Sunlight, Dragon Slayer Ornstein
Summary: Gwyn is stubborn and doesn't want his injury to get treated in favour of staying on the battlefield.
"Father, you are bleeding!"
The wound that made blood seep through the armour of the lord of sunlight must have been a nasty one, Gwynfor noticed this at once. Gwyn was hunched over, pressing a hand against it, but then straightened up.
"Bleed? I don't have any time to bleed. We have a war to fight."
And with that the lord was on his way, searching for a new victim to shoot out of the sky, lightning bolt already prepared in his hand.
"Whatever you say, old man... And in the end I have to carry you to Nevy again cause you passed out...", Gwynfor said, picking up his sword spear, following his father to the battlefield. A group of silver knights had formed around the lord and one of them pointed out the wound.
"We can take care of this later, for now we have a battle to win.", Gwyn bawled at them. Gwynfor had managed to catch up in the meantime and could witness a few silver knights looking confused at each other, apparently that was new for them.
A spear silver knight noticed Gwynfor standing next to him and picked up the word: "Mylord, is that...?" An unfinished sentence hung in the air. Gwynfor sighed.
"Yes, it is normal.", he finished and answered the question at the same time. "Do me a favour and have an eye on him. When he is in that condition, he could pass out from the blood loss." The silver knight clutched his spear tighter and nodded at Gwynfor's word, then charged forward into battle cause a new dragon had been shot out of the sky and was ready to be tackled. Gwynfor joined them, every pressure taken from his father would be good.
After they had took down the dragon with minimal loss (it was a shame, but sadly a few silver knights would fall at every dragon they fought), Gwynfor caught up with his father again.
"There, the dragon is down. How about we tend to your wound now?", he asked.
"Gwynfor, haven't you seen that the sky is still darkened with dragons? They could strike any time. My place is here, not in some medicinal tent.", Gwyn said.
"You are of no good use to our troops if you pass out in the battlefield.", Gwynfor said. "How will it affect their morals when they see their leader passing out?"
"How will it affect their morals if their leader isn't even present? I already told you, Gwynfor, we don't have any time to bleed.", Gwyn answered.
Gwynfor had enough. "Why do you always have to be so stubborn?", he blurted out. Before any of them could say any other words, a dragon crash landed next to them and the next thing Gwynfor saw was a familiar figure in golden armour drilling a spear deep into the dragon's neck.
Ornstein pulled the spear out of the dragon with one hand and jumped down on the ground. Gwynfor used this moment to admire his student. Ornstein was one the few who were able to kill a dragon on their own without any help which had earned him the title of dragon slayer. And said dragon slayer noticed the presences of his lords.
"Mylord, master, everything is under control. The dragons are about to retreat.", he said. "Mylord, that is some heavy bleeding. You should get this treated."
"There isn't any time for that.", Gwyn growled. "We have to make sure that no dragon here survives." Gwynfor noticed the trail of blood on the ground. Time to make a decision. He walked over to Ornstein.
"Father won't stop this until he passes out... I knock him out and then you can help me carry him back to Nevy so that she can take care of him.", he whispered. Ornstein simply answered with a tiny nod.
"Father, look over there, one of the dragons is coming back.", Gwynfor shouted and pointed in a direction that would make the lord turn away from them.
"What, where?", Gwyn yelled. Gwynfor was sure he wouldn't make it long anymore. He was hunched over again and had a hand pressed against the wound in his side, having started to pant.
Once the lord had his attention put into the sky, Gwynfor rushed forward and gave his father a blow to the head, heavy enough to knock him out. The lord slumped into his arms. Ornstein walked over and took Gwyn's legs.
"He probably will be mad when he wakes up.", the dragon slayer said.
"Better than dead.", Gwynfor answered. "This starts to turn into some kind of obsession. Sometimes I ask myself if we do the right thing..."
"What do you mean?", Ornstein asked.
"Oh nothing...", Gwynfor said. "For now, just let us get him out of here."
(Author's note: This prompt was difficult for me, cause I find Gwyn incredibly hard to write , even though I am the one who thought up his character in this verse. I still tried to deliver and I hope it turned out enjoyable, I personally am not too happy with it though.
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