The soft heart of magic III

Palestone

The once cheerful town was now slowly turning to chaos. After the king’s death Nate sat on the throne of Palestone, nicknamed the Lonesome King. He had no king Hand under him and refused to name any. He ordered the execution of his brother, Arko, after learning from his spies that he helped the red lion. The former Hand was found dead alongside his lover, Blank, in the palace’s laboratory. The gallows and the pyre awaited them otherwise. A revolution was nearing and Nate knew he won’t surface victorious.

In the slums of Palestone people gathered, planning their next and last move. A commander of the revolution was sitting across the room.

-Geeas, we can use them.

-No, Farkas. It’s not their fight.

-It is our fight, and we will fight.

Geeas rubbed his eyes with one hand.

-You even went through that trouble faking your deaths.

-Trouble? Mere child’s play. Good thing they buried us quick. Don’t know how much that illusion would have lasted, said Blank proudly boasting about her work.

-We did have a nice funeral, didn’t we?

-We’re going off-course here, Arko.

-You’re right.

-You know Nate will not give the throne away so easily. It might get messy.

-I know Geeas, but I have to do it. If there’s anyone who can change his mind, it’s me. I will do what needs to be done if not.

-I understand. I and Farkas will round the people. You two should get some sleep, might be your last.

Arko and Blank stayed at an inn owned by one of the revolutionists. The streets were full of guards, so even getting there was trouble. Blank fully learned to control Arko’s magic in the past two years since they met, so creating distractions or illusions felt natural to her. Once they got close to the inn, they were at ease, walking close to each other.

-You know Arko, Geeas was right, this isn’t our fight. We could run away and live together peacefully. I heard Farside is nice.

-That’s where I grew up. My father was a member of the guild there.

-They could take us in! What a life it would be... Adventures and mead. Sound like a dream.

-You don’t even like mead.

-No, but I like the idea. Please Arko, dear, I don’t want to risk losing you.

Arko embraced her, touching his forehead with his and closing his eyes.

-You will be there to watch over me, won’t you? After tomorrow, we can go anywhere you want. We will live together until old age takes us. Bear with me, Blank.

She pulled him closer, her lips brushing his softly.

i cant fken end this story because i know blank dies and now have i depression

why do i do this to myself?