Chapter 2 Child Of Prophecy

Chapter 2 Child Of Prophecy

Elliott realized two things the moment he emerged from the young woman's womb.

One. He wasn't being born in some metropolitan hospital... it wasn't even indoors. CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

Two. The lives of the people currently around him were in grave peril.

He couldn't see or hear very clearly, but he could at least discern the urgency in their voices.

What had gone wrong?

What was amiss?

Why were these people in such a hurry?

He received no answers to those questions.

He was swaddled in the clothes of the lady who had given birth to him and placed within some bushes.

"Don't worry, my lady. I'm sure the young prince will be safe. He will be protected by Astrin. We will come back for him... but we cannot afford to lose you." The ladies cried out to the young woman as she strained to reach for her child.

She was pale and exhausted, appearing as if she might perish at any moment.

Yet she struggled vehemently to reach for her infant, but was restrained by the other ladies who had assisted her in the successful delivery.

A man in ceremonial garb suddenly arrived, his face rugged but hinting at an experienced warrior.

"We must depart immediately. We cannot linger any longer."

The ladies nodded toward him.

He stepped forward, and his hands moved swiftly, striking the young woman's neck. All her strength vanished as she lost consciousness.

Then he lifted her in his arms.

"Please, you must ensure her highness is protected. While we stay and safeguard the young prince. Do not fret, we shall shield him at the cost of our lives." They vowed to the man.

With a curt nod, he took flight, disappearing into the distance.

The young ladies, three of them, regarded each other with bittersweet smiles.

They turned to the infant concealed in the bush, silent and observing with sea-blue eyes and a strange curiosity etched on his face.

Their hearts seemed to flutter as they gazed upon him one last time.

She had to lead the creature as far away from the infant as she could. That was the entire essence of this plan.

Her face held such determination, even though her jaw was hanging loose.

She kept running and running, but no amount could have been enough to outrun the dark knight.

It appeared before her, emerging from the wind, and swung its sword around.

With a slight sound of the crude blade slicing through the air, the lady's head rolled into the embrace of the dark skies and toppled to the ground.

Her headless body slowly crumbled.

The knight stood motionlessly for a few minutes.

Then it turned its head around to inspect if any other creatures survived.

After a while, it vanished into thin air.

The night gave way, and soon morning followed, the bright light of day accompanied by a cold rain that drenched the entire forest.

The leaves basked in the downpour, washing away the crimson gore that had been spilled the night before.

The forest seemed as if nothing eventful had occurred, and the bodies of the ladies were submerged in the waters, carried away by the low stream caused by the downpour.

A couple who should have been ensconced in their home, reveling in the morning, was instead running in the rain, their soft tunics drenched.

The woman was a blonde with a slender body, her skin smooth, and her face like the glimmering rays of a saintess, with a golden eye that bestowed her with so much grace.

The man she danced with in the rain was a young, muscular soldier, bearing a scar over his nose that did not detract from the shine of his red eyes.

His curly hair was wet from the rain, and his entire demeanor – though free-spirited – was imbued with the aura of a battle-hardened warrior.

Together they played in the rain and ran forward, filling the cold embrace of the forest with so much love.

The lady drew the young man to her, kissing him passionately as she shivered in the cold.

His hands enveloped her for a moment, then lifted her, slowly laying her down.

The rain poured down relentlessly. Yet these two seemed not to care.

The man slowly undid the laces of her tunic, a cocky grin on his face, while she watched him carefully, observing his actions.

After fully opening the tunic, he was about to remove his own shirt when both of them heard a strange sound.