His Accidental Luna

THE PLOTTED EVIL

CHAPTER 22: THE PLOTTED EVIL

There, as the Devonshire had been filled with worries, the chaos inside their heart that they couldn’t appease, to where the hunters was, a new evil plan was being plotted. To where the forest stood high, and the dangers lurk, a promise to be killed onslaught to their cruel manner. This is where their home was or what was left on the ruins. Burnt trees, and destroyed abode, cave engraved with the mark of war—it became the only place where they could have a roof on their head. But it doesn’t give much. Even on their wolf form,  cold would set in, the chilly night seethed across as it continuously torment them, but as years and decades began to fade, vanish as quick as it does on their eyes, the hunters, most of them get use to at what kind of life was it on the wild than the same life they thrive when they are still being part of the kingdom.

Unlike the monarch, they do not have a King, but a man who stood high, being obeyed by many as a pack leader although not bonded. It was Leon, who had been once a royal blood, but some circumstances had put forth him, forsaken, where his throne has been taken by somebody else.

“So, what are you planning ahead?” It was Galgadot who asked, while making himself comfortable at what that tiny piece of wool could offered him with. On his hand, a freshly bread serve as a ration had a large chunk on its side, while holding a hot burning mug that doesn’t affect him much.

They are what was commonly known to be the rebels, vigilant wolves who hunted those rogues.

He was a small man, handsome, but there’s this menacing aura around him that makes their people wary. Same with the man whom he is speaking of.

“For now, don’t cause too much scene.” It was Leon.

He opened his eyes and they have one of the most emerald green colour. They were vibrant, and soft, but the gaze he express isn’t as gentle as the colour suggest. His hair is in a mess, but it doesn’t affect much at how intimidating he appeared on their camp. Clad on a black and plain shirt, while being paired with a faded blue jeans that came loose on his legs. He have an aristocratic nose, soft features, which could have probably made him to pass as a royal Prince, but too bad, the throne he seek before had been long forgotten now.

All what he have was the burning desire to avenge the blood, the justice and right he had never have before. He is a second born, and by means of—Leon isn’t the one who would rise in throne, but his sister, who later on get wedded towards a man, who fed on her bruises, and who cause Leon to suffered on this fate. The scar on his face had implicate the torment and despair be bear before he lead.

“We won’t be able to afford another losses.” He said firmly.

“Oh, you were talking about Jerome and Klaus?”  Galgadot took a light sip from his coffee. “It still made me question why did you kill them both.”

“Because they didn’t comply.” He simply said.

“Then, you could have simply banish them from our territory.” Galgadot continue to suggest.

“We can’t risk them being a rogue.” Leon had a firm expression on his face. “And you know exactly what that punishment would do to them.”

“Same with yours?” Galgadot said.

“Don’t you dare.” Leon warned him, his eyes suddenly turning from a vibrant colour of green.

They darkened for a moment as if to threatened the latter, who remain nonchalant.

“I am not speaking, because I wanted to insult you or bring back the wounds that you have in the past, Leon.” This time, even he have a serious expression on his face. It loitered and lingered.

But even so, it scarred Leon that to simply remember them, reminds him greatly to how he fed on the corpses of her sister, his tears shed, while that man laugh. They mocked him, when they are the one who deserve more of those lashes. And it was right, funny how monsters are not born, but the scars and wounds made Leon to be this way.

“We are the only person here, so it won’t matter if I speak to you about it.” Galgadot had a point. “Had you forgotten that I am with you during those years?” He added as he chuckled.

He was right. Galgadot was right. He had been with Leon for so long, and it never reoccurred in his mind long before they would end up here.

It bring him back the old days, where they are always fighting to live. Because if not, same with the others, Leon and Galgadot would be thrown, left alone to rot and die if they are weak.

“You silly little wolves.” The men laugh. “Do you really think your rank still matters inside this prisons?”

Leon gritted his teeth as he was yanked back, the pain on his side is unbearable, he could feel a white hot pain burning across his flesh. It was painful. It was the sensation and feeling that he had never gotten used to before. It made him felt shame—how dare them harm a Prince, but he was reminded of... He was no longer a Prince. The bittersweet memory flashed inside of his head, and it made his chest revolt. It plunged him into an abyss, where the only thing left for him to feel was hate.

He had save her, hadn’t he? But why....why does he was the one who had been sent to prison instead of him? That f*****g man had killed his sister! Henceforth, it was Leon who was being accused of such crime!

“Leon!” Galgadot rushed to where he is.

He quickly help him on his feet, but Leon never away the wince, the sight of pain he bear, because he knew that would only made those warriors gratified. He won’t give them the satisfaction of it!

He let the latter to steady him on his feet.

“Are you alright? I told you not to provoke them!” Galgadot castigated Leon underneath his breathe.

“I am not.” He clenched his jaw. “They are the one who had just suddenly attack us.”

“Are you sure?”

With what he asked, Leon whipped his head across to him. Their eyes met, his—was burning, the latter had this confounded look, which he doesn’t seems to be intimidated by his anger.

“I know you, Leon.” Galgadot have a deep frown on his face.

“I told them I am a Prince.” He was frustrated, so frustrated that every words he uttered made an emphasis.

“I told you that won’t work.” Galgadot shook his head. “The entire Kingdom know exactly what happened or what had they been told to, that made you a fugitive when you tried to escape, and a criminal that were put behind this prison as what the current ruler implicate that you had been guilty.”

“Charles...” Leon spat out.

The one whom his sister had been mated with, but the marriage detoriate as the two isn’t a mate to begins with. It was a custom, but it offered none—yet pain. Years go endure what should have been, and days where they are coerce, which Leon disagreed the most. He fight along the tradition, but what can a mere second born Prince does against the people?

Victim of the custom, he had been baited, her sister had been murdered—poisoned to protect Leon, but even she had been punished through death. He leads her to his doom, and her soft eyes always hunted him.

As he was being back to reality, his shoulders are already tensing.

“Sooner or later, you needed to face your fears, Leon.” Galgadot stood up from his seat. “You cannot bring war, and victory at the same time, if you cannot even win the battle you have against yourself.”

With that said, Galgadot turned his back, and Leon was left there to wonder, and ponder—triumph, and death, the smell of burning flesh and incense. His flesh calls for revenge, and the doom he would infiltrate.

Galgadot had mistaken his fears. Unlike the rest of, the war he had inside was the one who made him more powerful, his nightmares and scars were the one who pushed Leon to what he had been making, the turmoil he brew, and it won’t be too long until he made those indebted pay the debt with their life.

I promise. He thought. I’ll make them pay, Alicia.

On the other hand, at the small village, which is the extension—expanse of the Devonshire from the south, a sickness they had never seen before is spreading.

“I—I can’t breathe.” One cries, it was young girl who emitted a low howl of pain as she whimpered.

“It would be alright soon.” Lily gnawed her bottom lips, but she knew it wouldn’t be okay.

As her and Ali failed to find out where Jasper and Devon had gone from. They both decided to venture, made a detour until they end up on this village. But it didn’t turns out well, although the people are kind. They are sick and they had been ill for weeks now. Lily being Lily, for a moment she decided to stay, she tried all means to find out what was making them sick, and deplete the immortal life their wolves offered, but it was harder as thought it would be.

She uses her magic, she brew potion to ease their pain, but she couldn’t exactly point out their disease.

“What happened?” Ali joined her.

“She can’t breathe, and I don’t know what to do.” Lily was torn.

She was a witched. She can heal others, but why can’t she give cure now?

Ali’s eyes trained across towards the child. They were doing their best, but it wasn’t enough. Children, men and women, if they won’t complain about pain, they would just sudden fell unconscious, much worst dead.

Ali clenched his teeth.

“We needed to let the Devonshire know exactly what is taking place here.” He said.

Lily looked at him.

“But how?” She looks worried.

“We needed to risk it, Lily, or they will all die, since we didn’t find yet the source of what has been killing them.” Ali said seriously.

“But you know exactly what would happen if this continue, and spread.” Lily had a sorrowful look on her eyes.

“I know.” Solemnly, Ali whispered.

“It possible that they may not die due to the disease, but killed to suppress the dead and the worst o case scenarios that they may put the Kingdom into.” And that’s what exactly what they are fearing the worst.

It was like plucking those who had been damage already for the others to live. Sacrificing a few, if it means they would be able to stop the diseases, the uncured sickness that majority would befall upon. However, same with what Ali speaks of, they needed to risk it. Lily is still inexperienced, and she knew the capital offer much help among their people.

She just hope that it won’t be the worst case they are least expecting to.

“When do you plan to leave?” She asked.

“At dusk, when the sky no longer painted blue, because that would be more safer for me, or perhaps tomorrow, I don’t know.” Ali shook his head.

“Let’s just hope that it is something that would be beyond the Kingdom’s control.” She whispered softly before Lily inched closer to the child, and place her hand on top of her forehead.

She uttered a few chant, incantations as she ease her pain. What she did would lulled her into a deep slumber, but it didn’t offered much. The moment she woke up, the pain will be carried, it will never vanish, but return.

But Lily did not stop hoping, same with the hope she never let go—that they would be able to run across with Jasper and Devon again

She just hope that they were all right, and no danger had befall to the pair.

@cycy