forum Blood Oath (O/O CLOSED)

Started February 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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(I couldn't resist myself)

[TIME SKIP–ONE DAY] Colton's POV:

I looked at myself in the mirror, the smile on my face widening. Ah, it felt extremely good to be filled with this energy. I finally felt free. On the outside, I looked like Colton. Dear little Princeling, working hard to protect his country. But on the inside… I was my Mistress's servant, obeying her rules, making her proud.

Shaking my head, I finally walked out of my room when a shrilly alarm rang in the hallways, right next to my room. I always hated that alarm. Without looking at it, I raised my hand in that direction, and without hesitance, I fired a flame. The sound immediately stopped, and the smell of something burning made my heart race. Why hadn't I done that before? It was so satisfying.

I continued to walk, silence greeting me until I reached the dining hall. It was loud and boisterous, and it was getting on my nerves. Still, I pulled on a cold face like the Princeling would and walked with grace and power. I passed by my former dormmates, and the content on the newspaper they were reading almost brought a smile to my face.

Mistress would be pleased to hear this.

Kaden's POV:

Elliot had gotten worse. It was incredibly hard taking him out of the room to eat or do to anything in particular. Andreas and I had become far more worried. It was even taking a bad toll on Scylla, whose usual cheerful personality had begun to diminish.

Then, during breakfast, we students were passed a newspaper, and reading its contents drained the color from my face.

JEREMIAH WALKER AND BONDMATE EMERALD FOUND DEAD, TRACES OF DARK MAGIC FOUND.

(asgdhfjghkjksdhgfjhkj Colton)

Andreas's POV:

Elliot had been slowly getting better, coming ever-so-slightly out of his shell again…… And then we'd found him yesterday. Sitting on the floor—in Colton's room, a trembling mess. Everything the Prince had told me flew straight out of my head. Something had happened, goddammit, and it wasn't my best friend's fault. Was Colton hitting him? Abusing him? Threatening him? There was no way that this was Elliot's fault.

Now, we all sat at the breakfast table. He was the only one with an empty plate, seemingly unresponsive to the world around him, until Kaden let out a strained gasp. I turned, confusion twisting my features, and that's when I saw the headline of the newspaper in his hands.

"Oh my god…"

Kaden’s POV:

“That’s not possible,” I stammered. “What? Jeremiah was one of the Elites! How could anyone have taken him down? He was so strong… he couldn’t have—And… and there hasn’t been any murders recently so why…”

I couldn’t believe it. Jeremiah had been the reason I wanted to bond in the first place. I wanted to be just like him, a healer… and he was murdered. By dark magic. Something that hadn’t existed in a long time. Something that had been wiped from this world so how? How was this possible?

Andreas's POV:

"No…." I breathed, horrified. "No… that's not possible. They must have gotten it wrong—dark magic hasn't been around for almost four hundred years—" And it wasn't possible. It simply wasn't. It was like announcing to the world that the dinosaurs were suddenly back. "That–That can't be real. No."

Elle's POV:

As usual, I sat in silence, barely moving, refusing to eat. Guilt had taken my throat into his hands and was squeezing the life out of me… bit by bit….. And the constant image of Colton wasn't helping. It was as if my brain had bene hard-wired to think only of him. All trains of thought had a final destination marked down as Princeville. I was the holy epitome of stupid in love.

Beside me, Kaden and Andreas began to stir. Murmurs filled the dining hall, laughter quieting, smiles snuffed out. I frowned. What was happening.

"Kaden? What…?"

Kaden’s POV:

I slammed the newspaper down, frustration clear on my face.

“It’s not real. I refuse to believe it,” I growled. “There’s no way he could have died of something like this. It just be a mistake. It has to be.”

There’s no way Jeremiah, the top Healer could have been defeated. And Emerald… The beautiful bird… she couldn’t have been killed just like that. This wasn’t possible.

Colton’s POV:

I observed the panic spreading across the dining hall with a blank expression, but on the inside, I was smiling. It was finally happening, huh? Mistress were finally making her move. She finally took the first step, taking down a pathetic wizard and his bondmate to show the world dark magic was back.

Now all I needed to do was wait. Observe, listen. And then inform my mistress of everything that was happening inside of the Academy.

(Colton, no)

Andreas's POV:

The fork slipped out of my hand and clattered to the floor. I lay both palms flat on the surface of the table to steady myself, wrap my spinning head around this new information, but when the smell of smoke hit my nostrils, I realized that I'd burned two black, hand-shaped imprints into the wood.

Through my dazed fog, I heard Elliot's voice quietly addressing Kaden. Without another word, I picked the newspaper up in a burning hand and deposited it in his lap.

(Colton, NO.)

(Colton, who?)

(Colton, NO.)

(Colton, who?)

(chokes on air
That is not okay…)

Colton’s POV:

I tried to force back a wide smile on my features when my father requested an audience with me. Finally, I could have some information.

Mistress, just you wait… I’ll have the information for you…

I followed the king into the conference room where other court members were already seated.

“Welcome, Prince,” my father greeted, looking calm despite the panic I knew he was feeling.

”Thank you, Father,” I greeted back, taking my seat. ”So, I take it we’re going to need a plan to uncover the person behind this.”

My father nodded, and then the conference began. When I exited the room later that night, I told Mistress everything.

(Colton, NO.)

(Colton, who?)

(chokes on air
That is not okay…)

(:D)

Elle’s POV:

“What?” My eyes widened to the size of saucers as I stared uncomprehendingly down at the words before me. “No—Dark magic hasn’t been around since—“

Since women were banned from the Oath.

My blood turned to ice. No. Was this somehow my fault? Had I triggered this by bonding successfully? “This—This can’t be possible—“

Kaden’s POV:

“I don’t want to eat anymore,” I pushed my plate away, bile rising up my throat. “If the Elite bondmates couldn’t fight against this… how could we? Is this… is this why they’ve been teaching us more vigorously? Because peace has been breached and we’re going to be attacked?”

Andreas’s POV:

“Whoah, whoah!” I placed my hand on Kaden’s shoulder, soothingly rubbing my thumb over the back of it. “Hey, you’re getting way ahead of everything. This could’ve a freak accident—those happen. We don’t know if it’ll happen again. Also, whatever it was could have caught him by surprise. If multiple Elites combatted it at the same time, there’s no way it would win. Okay?”

I didn’t know which of us I was trying to convince.

Kaden’s POV:

I ran a hand through my hair, panic building inside of me. We weren’t safe, were we? Nothing lasted for long. I suddenly felt a deep hatred for the King. If only he had worked harder… if only had he had more knowledge in the bonded.

“Jeremiah couldn’t have been killed over a freak accident,” I found myself whispering. “We should train harder. We should work harder. We can—we should at least know how to protect ourselves. What if there’s someone in the Academy who’s our enemy?

(Yup, and currenty it’s Colton!)

Andreas’s POV:

“Yes, he could have,” I insisted, growing a bit desperate. “Anything could have happened. And we will train harder—there’s no way we won’t, after this.”

Elliot was still silent, and frighteningly so. I cast him a worried look, but he didn’t react.

(Ahdjajskaj)

Kaden’s POV:

Andreas had gone to the shower to clear his mind, and Elliot and I were sitting in the living room, trying to forget about what we’d read. My gaze occasionally slipped towards Prince Colton’s room—or, his ex-room, the spot Elliot continued to stare at. Hope and Scylla were huddled together on the couch, eyes closed.

Honestly speaking, I… unlike Andreas, I didn’t think Prince Colton harmed Elliot. From what I could see, he cared a lot about Elliot, but whatever caused them to be like this… it was huge. Especially if it involved the prince finding something about Elliot, something he wasn’t supposed to know. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing loudly.

“Hey, you wanna play a game?” I asked. Just because my hero had died didn’t mean I was going to mope around and ignore my best friend. “Or do you wanna go train? There’s like, this super cool healing technique I just learned, and I’m dying to show it off.”

Elle’s POV:

I leaned over to comb my fingers through Scylla’s downy feathers as she slept beneath Hope, curled up in an adorable little pink. When Kaden spoke, and my eyes lifted to his, a furrow appeared beneath my brows. “Sure, yeah. Technique? What technique is this?”

Kaden’s POV:

My smile fell lightly due to the lack of interest in his voice, but I didn’t let it show.

“We were learning how to heal and…” I took out a small, crumpled brown leaf, and unfolded my palm. My hand began to glow and the leaf slowly began to turn green, as if it hadn’t been dead just a few seconds ago. “We learned how to do this! Exciting, isn’t it?”

My eyes widened slightly, which, at the moment, was basically the equivalent of a loud gasp at this point. “That’s… amazing, actually. How does it work?”

Kaden’s POV:

I grinned brightly.

“Well, we sort of transfer our own energy into the dead leaf,” I explained. “It’s like a life energy, but it doesn’t, you know, end up killing us. We can activate the cells again by sending the right amount of energy inside. Currently, we’re only doing it on plants, because it requires more energy and stamina to do it on humans. But I can’t wait till we reach that sort of level! You, Andreas and I will be the perfect team.”

We’ll just be lacking an attacker.

(Damn right you are)

I nodded, the ghost of a smile on the subtle curve of my lips, but it was clear what we were both thinking.

A team needs an Attacker.

I shook the thought away. “So, what do you want me to help you with? If we’re going to train, I mean.”

I thought over it for a while.

“I’m pretty bad at self-defense,” I shrugged. “Our teacher says being able to protect oneself is an essential part of being a healer.”

“I can help with that,” I offered, and though my time was still relatively flat, a bit of emotion had seeped through. “Do you like using a specific weapon?”

“I’m good with a bow and arrow,” I responded slowly. “But—shit, is Scylla glowing?”

I frowned at him for a moment, my mind not processing his words until a faint light caught the corner of my vision. What?

My eyes followed it down, to its source, and widened in fear. “Scylla??” I reached out to shake her awake, but she didn’t move an inch. ”Scylla??” Nothing.

Hope immediately jumped to her feet, hissing slightly before she bumped her nose with Scylla’s, trying to wake her up.

And then came out a burst of wind. It didn’t cut Elliot and I, but it did send us flying back.

(She'd better not be dying…
Is she evolving? Is that what's happening?)

I lost my balance, skidding across the floor as a fierce gale ripped through the room, whipping at the curtains, sending papers flying everywhere. ”Scylla!! Answer me!” Still nothing—I began to grow desperate. But not even my Windsong would work. What the hell was going on?