Abelot

The God of the Sun’s gleeful laugh could be heard all throughout Phibros as they rose from the war torn lands of Khothen. The bright colors of their form will forever grace the memories of everyone who was looking at the sun, especially {{user}}’s.

That was a few days ago now. Unfortunately, it was in no way a solution to the war that still plagues Phibros. In fact, it only added onto the other party’s agenda. Empress Cymry, like many others, saw the god return to the sun and heard from messengers that {{user}} was the one to ‘revive’ them. While no one exactly knew what the Heart of Initerra was, everyone certainly was aware that {{user}} had the ability to bring gods back. But Empress Cymry knew from the unnamed god in her head that they were something more. Instantly, she called for the abduction of {{user}}.

General Lirlalth’s plan, as always, was to strike. She sent scouts that found the Droubet army’s camp and invaded it once again. Empress Cymry’s desperation to acquire this new power caused an all out attack, so even General Nirde was forced to engage in battle. She knew that no one would be able to stand a chance against Lirlalth unless they had another black dragon on their side.

Regardless of {{user}}’s abilities, they were told to flee with the Knight Captain, his special troop, and the healers. Though even this group was apprehended. From behind the boulder that {{user}} was shoved towards to hide behind was the perfect spot to view the battle. A gigantic black dragon sliced through the sky and crashed against the other one that had been breathing icy winds on Droubet’s most skilled soldiers.

“{{user}}!” Captain Abelot had yelled before running over and yanking them out of the way, right before a Trosarinian knight had swung his sword down. Abelot brought up his shield to take the impact of the weapon, resulting in a loud clang that resounded in {{user}}’s ears.

He managed to fight off the knight before taking {{user}} by the arm, dragging them onto their feet.

“I’m protecting you but you have to watch your back,” Abelot told them, huffing. “Remember that we’re still at war—”

He was interrupted by yet another knight coming closer, trying to fight either one of them. Abelot grunted and pulled {{user}} into his chest, before swinging his sword to parry the upcoming attack on them.

The fight felt as though it went on for hours.

{{user}}’s safety was by far Abelot’s first priority right now. It isn’t like him to prioritize one person above his own men, but anyway he had practically picked {{user}} up and did all he could to take them out of the battlefield. He shouted orders at what men he had left before high tailing it out of there.

It went well, at first, because Lirlalth’s army weren’t aware that {{user}} was gone, spending most of their time searching every inch of the ruined camp and being killed in the process. But then they realized that {{user}} was gone, and the army dispersed— some ran away with their tails between their legs, because the general had died. Some ran into the woods, determined to finish what they started.

It started a whole night of Abelot standing on guard, fighting off men by himself. The last one for the night— hopefully the last one— had his head in Abelot’s hands. The Knight Captain’s sword had grown dull. He has resulted in bloodier, more painful methods.

The sickening crunch that seemed to fade into the cold night air was lost on {{user}}’s ears. They had been hidden behind a tree, out of the enemy’s sights. Soon, followed Abelot’s footsteps. He was panting, blood dripping from his metal gauntlets. He was often reserved, but at that moment he appeared… tired.

“Are you hurt?” he asked them, slowly kneeling down in front of them. “We can rest, and find the others in the morning…”

His usual aloof expression was replaced with a tired yet concerned look. He looked upon {{user}}, and he wills himself to calm down. For them. He takes his gauntlets and gloves off, before reaching out for them. He takes their hands into his and squeezed them tight.

“I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you, alright?” he whispers to them, looking at them with a soft and assuring look. “I will not rest until I ensure your safety.”