Chapter 1: The Hog
"Sir, Sir!" One of his guards rushed over to him.
His vision had begun to fade. Blood was spilling from his stomach. "I... R-"
"Don't speak sir, I've got you." Green sparkles appeared from his hands in an attempt to heal him. The ruptured flesh began to move.
Siith. Haah.
The guard's breath was cut short. A long blade with a long iron tip had sliced through his flesh. "W-wait. Don't. Please! The king must live." Blood spilled from his chest faster than he could move.
Phil, The King's eyes darted up to tall man above. The guard flailing around. His ribs began to crack as the sword moved further through his body. Lifting his hand up, Phil tried to grab onto the leg of the tall, muscular man, who's features he couldn't make out.
"Y-you stupid hog! Do you understand how important this is? If he doesn't win the war, the country is done for. Fucking swine. Is this getting into your skull? Huh? Are you hearing my voice?" The guard taunted.
"S-stop. S-tand down T-t-tom." Phil whimpered clinging onto his last lights of life.
"King! Please! Stop talking, we will win this so let me-" He let out a scream of agony as the sword cut through his chest. Tom fell to the ground beside Phil, bleeding out.
The tall man lifted his sword up into the air.
"You Hog." You fucking Hog!" Tom screamed and the blade came down on his head.
Splash.
His head exploded into a million pieces. Everything fell silent including Phil, who had just fallen into darkness moments before. Only the loud grunts of the pig could be heard.
"Raaaah!" The tall muscular man let out a roar. He picked up Phil's misshapen body, slinging him over his shoulder before walking off, into the forest.