Chapter 17 - The Attack

Francis trembled and moaned in pleasure in Alexander's arms. What he was experiencing was something new to him and it was something that he was yet to understand. He rested his head back and his grip on Alexander tightened.

This act and his closeness to Alexander awakened his soul in Alexander's heart. The butterfly struggled to escape and return to its body. It succeeded in getting out of Alexander's heart but a spell that Nayla had placed on Alexander made it impossible for it to leave his body. It attached itself to Alexander's chest where he could at least touch its body's skin.

Upon coming into contact with Francis his eyes glowed. All the feelings pleasure he was feeling was replaced with a thirst. He felt thirsty for Alexander's blood. "Kill him," is all he could hear in his mind and without a second thought, he broke out of Alexander's hold and reached for Alexander's sword.

The next moment his sword threatened to cut off Alexander's neck. Shocked and caught off guard by the sudden change in Francis, Alexander was a little slow to react and got cut a little on the neck. He did a flip and landed on the bed. He glanced at Francis, his glowing eyes reminded him of that day that he had almost killed him. He couldn't have a repetition of that day happen but he also couldn't stay without defending himself from the boy trying to kill him.

The dragon mark on Francis's neck glowed as well and the spirit of the dragon within Alexander was awakened and he too came to aid Alexander in the fight. He decided to fight Francis's soul while Alexander dealt with Francis. Francis attacked him again and this time he didn't give Alexander time not space to breathe. His sword skills were one that Alexander has never seen before and despite having a sword himself he was finding it difficult to fight Francis.

He defended all the attacks that were made at him as best he could but he was slowly being backed to a corner. Francis was navigating his sword with no much effort at all and moved with such agility that Alexander failed to keep up with him. He kept attacking and refused to leave any room for mistakes, all his attacks were aimed at vital points that any wrong move on Alexander's part and he will become history.

But Alexander refused to go down despite the odds being against him. He was hellbound on proving destiny wrong, he was in no way going to die by Francis's hands. It was Francis who would fall by his hands when he succeeded in winning him over. He would fall madly in love with him that he would forget every thought of ever wanting to kill him.

Alexander paid close attention to every attack the young man threw at him as he knew the blade would be his end if he didn't mind his movements. He was getting exhausted without having the chance to breathe or relax his muscles but Francis seemed not to be tired at all. His strength seemed to be increasing with every minute and he overpowered Alexander. He kicked Alexander's sword out of his hands and went for his final blow. He aimed his sword at Alexander's neck.

Alexander closed his eyes and waited for Francis's sword to end his life. He felt defeated not because he would die but because Francis would have to live with the guilt of killing him for the rest of his life.

He waited for a while but didn't feel anything and opened his eyes. What he saw shocked him out of the skin. Francis was frozen in what looked like ice and that servant girl was busy doing goodness knows what to him. He got up from the floor and picked up his sword and attacked the maid. Nayla quickly reacted to the attack and leaped backward away from the blade.

"What do you think you are doing?" asked Alexander in anger while throwing another attack at her. Nayla blocked all of Alexander's attempts to hurt her with magic.

"A witch! How dare you set foot in Arimelari. I will teach you a lesson," he said.

Alexander got his strength by channeling all the hatred that he feels towards witches. Ever since he was cursed to become a monster he has had nothing but hatred for all who practice magic and he couldn't stand them. He had made it his life goal to eradicate all the witches and wizards from the surface of the earth.

As Nayla was busy fighting Alexander the spell that she had put on Francis slowly came undone letting him free. The young man once again took his sword and charged at Alexander. Stuck between Francis and the witch, Alexander was clueless on what to do. He has no idea who to fight and who not to. He was caught in between them with only one sword.

He thought of calling for help but thought against it for many reasons. First Francis was in no condition to be seen by anyone as he was completely naked. Second Francis might be killed for trying to kill him and he won't be able to save him. Then there was the witch whom he was sure Francis liked and if anything were to happen to her, Francis might grow to hate him.

He chose to fight Francis and turned his back on the witch. He had no idea whether that was the right decision or not but he decided to follow his heart on the matter. And his heart told him that all will be well, that Nayla was no threat to him.

Nayla seized the opportunity given to her when Alexander stopped attacking her and began her chants to get Francis under control. She froze him again and did the same to Alexander. She moved close to the prince and kept her hand on his chest.

"I am not going to hurt you, I just want you to relax and calm down," she said but Alexander was just filled with fury as he couldn't move. She cast a spell that put Francis's soul to sleep which made Francis's eyes stop glowing. She unfroze him and laid him on the bed after she put him to sleep.

"I can explain everything if you give me a chance.. Come find me when you are ready to listen," she said before unfreezing him and disappearing.