3 CHAPTER 3:PRINCE AND PEASANT

The cold breeze of the night fills the room. Everyone is sleeping soundly savoring their dreams and fantasies except for both Lux and Pierre.

"Before we start, I strongly apologies for my attitude back then. My behavior when I was handling you is immature for an adult towards a child like you."Pierre scratches his head's back

"It's okay, I guess you got tired of explaining to each of your subordinates when you first recruit them. I mean 15 people! I bet you got bored with your own story!" Lux forgave him.

"Eheh, impressive young one. You read me like a book! Guess I am indeed a flat character."Pierre chuckles.

"Hey, don't say that sir. I have just known you for a couple of minutes. Maybe you are the type of guy pretending to be easily read but inside you are reading me instead!"

"Okay, okay. I will have diabetes if I keep swallowing your sweet flattering words"

They both chuckled and shared light laughter for a moment.

"Shall, I start young one?" Piere clears his throat as he takes a seat

"Yes, it's storytime!" his two ears are ready.

With that said. The man himself started his explanation.

"During the dark ages where the light of the sun hardly seen.The period when wars are just a daily activity. The world is filled with the bloodbaths of us humans. Peasants kill peasants. Kings kill kings. Kingdom defeats kingdoms. "

"Although in that period of time darkness dominates, light its sole counter reborn from the slightest of miracles. That miracle is a gift. A knowledge.A heritage. The miracle I meant is magic. Magic does exist a long time ago but then extinct eaten by time. Mages do contribute to the war. Despite their uniqueness, they are so vulnerable on the battlefield. Their numbers are just a few. Moreover, each mage that exists serve their own homeland so they end up being rivals rather than allies."

"With years passing by, mages began to realize that this war is never-ending which cannot be saved by themselves. They can't be the hero of this story. Thus, all mages have concluded to give their gifts to a worthy one. A person who is capable of saving the world. If they can't be the hero, they make a hero. Arthra, a king of the weakest country of that era picks their interest. It is all due to his highness honesty and humbleness that he is viewed worthy." smiles began to shape in Pierre's look

"After that, he won right?" Lux the listener interrupts the storyteller.

"Indeed."

"He defeated, conquered, and allied with the other kingdom and achieve world peace. Alongside the heir, he raise and..."

Pierre leans back on his chair. Both his arm rose open-palmed drops down slowly and stopped on his elbows level. Thus he continues.

"The peasant, he praise."

Lux's eyes that are long closed widened instantly as he was mindblown.

"You...fought alongside him? From my understanding, so you're a man from the past..?"

"Good thinking Lux."

"So you travel through time!" guessed him

"Incorrect. Let me continue first. The conflict that became the factor of all this is after the war ended. After the world is cleansed, King Arthra decided to return the power that he borrowed to the mages. From my perspective, those mages are at fault as THEY REFUSE TO TAKE IT BACK." he clenched his fist.

"Eh?Why?" Lux frowned

"We are unworthy of receiving such power, let it be kept in the right hand of your highness. Nonsense, those flattering lines...sounds like they want to LEAVE THEIR PROBLEM WITH MY KING ." he began to clench his teeth.

"Sir, you might need to calm down you might wake up them." Lux points at Henry and Caleb like a baby sleeping in their bed.

"Oh, my bad. The past is majority wounding to remember." he saddens

"That's why sometimes we need to let it go. So that we can move forward." the boy gave a comforting smile.

Pierre smiled as a sign of appreciation. He agreed with the boy's quote then continues.

" Both the prince and I have witnessed the king's gift the most so we knew what it was capable of. Summoning armor and weapons out of nothing and the well-known, spreading it to his soldiers. Giving them inhuman traits. Modred, son of Arthra craved this power his father acquired. He thought as his heir, he would receive such assets but things do not go his way. His majesty accepts his request but under one condition."

"And that is?"

"The power he inherits is not fully his. Half of it was given to me. The reason behind this is that my king wants me to correct Modred if he makes mistakes in the future when he rules as I then have equal ground to the prince. So, when Athra the king passes away he leaves the responsibility to us. "

"So as you can expect, the heir's desire isn't fulfilled. He wanted more. He envies me. He wanted to DEVOUR me..."His head tilted downwards.

"Big ego, common villain trait." Lux reply

"I'll continue. Modred intends to take my power by force. He waited for the right opportunity to take me down. Time by time he patiently waits. And when I let my guard down, blood spills. Modred with his trusted knights tries to defeat me. With me being outnumbered, I lost. But in the least of fortune, I managed to survive and flee into the shadow hiding. I went to a far place, a different kingdom living as a mere peasant as I were, to begin with. Then as time flew like Sahara's sand, here we are trying to stop The So-called Black Order." he winked after his last line

"You heard that,eheh...it's aesthetic and easy to call that's why."Lux laugh it off in shy.

"Yeah, I got your thinking! I like it that way. White Site and The Black Order. I approve it so now it's official." his hands crossed

"𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘢." he grins in pride.

"Oh, yeah to answer your question about time travel. I am not. It's the magic itself that prevents me from aging don't ask why because I myself don't know to explain."

"*cough Botox *cough"

"So, are you satisfied with my words pawn?" he rose from his seat.

"Yes, my king! Wow to think that you began as a pawn compare to what you are right now."

"Ironic is it!"

"Yeah."

They both together share light laughter. Then, by looking at the clock they can see that they should be already sleeping. Both of them bid farewell then Pierre went to his room. Now, Lux can finally call it a day...

Somewhere in the high sky, a chopper is flying despite the heavy rain. Inside it resides a group of men fully armed. They are the military. Two of them are surveying the damaged city using his binocular.

"Man...why time like this we operate!? It's hard to see using these things due to rain and nighttime." one of them complains to his friend.

"There's your answer. It's best to operate now because our chopper blends with the night while the heavy rain makes our noise hardly to hear. The enemy won't easily be able to detect us nor for them to make moves."Their senior interrupts from the driver's seat.

"Man, look at how they beat this city into a pulp...their numbers are countable but it only took 2 months for them to be a huge threat to us." another soldier sitting beside the driver shocked and worried.

Both the scouting guys with binocular continues to survey the air around.

"Hey, Carl, have you heard anything from our senior Alpha squad?"

"No, the captain has tried to contact them but it's futile. My prediction is they're dead."

"Silence! You know nothing about how those guys are made out of. They're the best of us that's for sure."Their captain who is driving the chopper disagrees with them.

"For now, we will head to base. We'll get 'em next time..."

As said, they decide to withdraw.

"𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸..."