It was already too late when Armstrong and Eldor noticed they had stumbled into a trap. They hadn’t sensed anything at first till they couldn’t see anything in their path and suddenly, the whole area had been swept with a mist made of smoke.
Armstrong was a man with sharp eyes, and he could already make out a few mist figures in the coverage. He noticed that the mist was so strong he could hardly point out where Eldor was exactly, and if he was correct, then his strength was slowly getting depleted the longer he stayed inside.
A crooked smile filled his lips, finally acknowledging that his opponent was somewhat smart and strong. He never expected someone in this generation of Vampires to be as strong as this, but then again, he’s never seen or heard of an attribute of smoke born with a Vampire.
How rare. The more he breathed it in, the more the tendency to choke. It was a versatile power.
But then again, it’s impossible for the Special vampire’s whole body to be able to turn into the element they were born with. They can only manipulate it, which makes Zoan more special since he can turn into the element itself. He does not need a source.
There was a huge explosion from Armstrong’s right, and the man immediately knew it was Eldor informing him about his position. Armstrong wasn’t one to cooperate and fight as a team so he didn’t go, but now he knew where Eldor is.
Yelena had quickly came to a halt when she felt something was off. In front of her stood a huge area filled with most, covering and blocking her sight from what was within.
Her spells weren’t reaching the other two as efficiently as they should, meaning the smoke was interfering with them. A sharp whisp of air behind had her whipping around to Guage her environment. Her eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what could be making that sound because it couldn’t be the smoke man they had been chasing.
He should still be inside the mist, manipulating it as he should.
She covered herself with a protective spell and moved forward, looking for what was lurking around.
"Come out before it hits you," She warned sternly as a whip appeared in her hand. She waved it around and the long black whip moved like a huge snake, knocking over trees around with no particular aim whatsoever. The earth trembled as trees fell and dust rose as the flying leaves settled down.
Tree Roots suddenly sprouted from the ground below and wrapped its hard barks around her completely, but her defensive spell was triggered and her physical strength grew till she was able to easily rip the roots off her body.
How odd. There was no presence around her. She couldn’t even hear anyone breathing. Whoever it was had to be a master in hiding. She believed it was a special Vampire that could manipulate wood, or some strong witch that was capable of making so many roots move around at once.
Again with her whip, she slammed so many trees down till there were hardly any trees around the whole area. Yet, she could see or hear no one.
The next attack was much faster than the last one as a huge wood plunged out of the ground and slammed into her chin. The attack was so powerful, destroying her defensive spell and throwing her head up as blood spluttered out of her mouth. Yelena was thrown back, and then another wood came out of nowhere and slammed into her side, throwing her away.
She rolled on the floor, with broken bones and finally came to a halt. Her eyes were Rolling, and there was pain surrounding her. Struggling to get back up, she finally got her vision clear again and noticed she was staring at someone’s feet. Someone’s bare feet.
It was a woman’s feet, but it wasn’t quite...
Whoever she was, she was strong to have been able to knock down Yelena so easily. She had to be. As Yelena stared at the feet, she noticed how tender yet broken the toes looked. Smooth, but the color of the person’s skin had a few cracks.
There was a sublime air surrounding her, and something else that had stopped her from looking up at her person the whole time. A wet liquid rolled down Yelena’s face, and she blinked as she got out of her trance of the feet and reached out to see what was running down her face.
Blood. Blood? Was it from her head? No, the smell of this blood was very different. The texture itself and the feel of it differed from any witch or Vampire she had ever encountered. Hell, it might not even belong to any of that specie.
Realizing this, Yelena was even more frozen to her spot wondering who owned the feet. Curiosity got the best of her and looked up slowly only to see a big log of wood coming right on her face. A straight impact on her face knocked out her lights, and she instantly dissolved into sand.
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Elliot??
With Aragon’s body going cold from extreme shock, Elliott had retreated, keeping a considerable distance between them with the arrow still embedded inside Aragon’s chest. Without another word, he pulled out another arrow and released the poisoned arrow to Aragon which pierced into Aragon’s throat this time.
Yet, Aragon didn’t move. Everything was blank in his head.
"Snap out of your shock! You have to dodge, they’re poisoned and the poison is very potent!" Elliot warned his brother, pulling out another arrow and aiming at Aragon.
"Aragon!!! Dodge!" He warned for the third time and released the third arrow. His aims were nothing less than perfection, and this one went directly through Aragon’s heart and continued ahead behind them into the darkness.
"What is wrong with you?! Why aren’t you moving out of the way? Snap out of it!" Elliot raged angrily this time, hurt and guilt filling his voice. There was blood rolling down from Aragon’s forehead, chest, and heart but it was still taking the King some time to process the face in front of him.
Elliot’s eyes looked dead, and his skin was white. White...and cold. It was so white it looked like it was freezing to death. Elly’s lips were purple, and it just felt as of a simple kick would break him into pieces of ice.
Nothing came out of Aragon’s mouth when he tried to speak. Seeing his brother again made him feel helpless and defenseless. He was breaking down again. It hurt so much and twisted his heart knowing his brother had dead eyes, and moved like the rest of the invaders.
Elliot wasn’t back. He was just...a walking corpse.
Tears streamed down Aragon’s face, and his weakness increased till he fell on one knee still staring at his brother. Elliot had already aimed another arrow at Aragon, begging with his voice for Aragon to move out of the way. He was planning to put another arrow through Aragon’s head and this process will continue till Aragon was dead.
"Stand up!! You have things to protect! Get up, Aragon! Listen to me and get up." Elliot’s hands tightened on the arrow, trying his hardest not to let go but his body wasn’t his to control anymore. And there was nothing he could do about it. The only way to make him stop was to kill him, "You have to fight back. Please, I’m going to keep hurting you. I don’t want to kill you, help me save you. Help me, brother!!"
And then, he released the arrow.
Elliot’s eyes instantly grew dull and a groan left his tongue as pain swarmed through him. All the strength he possessed left him, and he left into Aragon’s arms with Aragon’s hand plunged into Elliot’s heart, holding his cold heart captive and squeezing softly.
Elliot’s lifeless eyes stared ahead as the bow and arrow slipped from his grasp. His head comfortably laid on Aragon’s shoulders, and the sudden pain and numbness from his limbs had him smiling a bit. Finally, he was free from trying to murder his own brother.
"This is nice," Elliott murmured, "You finally hugged me. You’re not pushing me away anymore,"
He tried to talk but still, nothing came out.
"I hope Zoan is alright too. You seem like you’re in complete control of yourself now. You’re also strong. That’s good to know," Elliott continued nonchalantly with a satisfied calmness in his eyes.
"Ell...," Aragon managed out in a helpless cry.
"Don’t blame yourself," Elliott shook his head softly as of he could feel his brother’s pain. He wished he could cry, but his current state wouldn’t let him. He was still dead inside. He could talk and luckily, Feel. As he tortured those innocent villagers, he felt every ounce of pain but he couldn’t...stop himself.
"And don’t let Cerzoan blame you. Make him understand, tell him I said so. He will understand, eventually."
Ell’s body began dissolving into sand, starting from his face.
Aragon’s heart clenched, and he wrapped his arms around his brother’s back. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"Now that you’re strong, you know what you have to change... and protect. You’ll do just great, you overcame those things and you will overcome this too. I adore how much you’ve grown, I can feel it,"
"I’m...sorry,"
Ell leaned further into his brother’s arms, feeling the warmth of the hug, "You never offended me,"
And the next second, there was a small pile of sand in front of Aragon.
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I sobbed while writing this scene ~ Aniverse.
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