2, September, (1300 BC)
That night seemed calmer--Maybe not the same for all.
At the middle of an unholy hour--At the outskirts of the city of Byzantium in the middle of a lush forest-both Vojislav Dave heard and Marcus Philippos were in their assigned station--Sitting on top of a log, as they seemed to catch the quiet warmth of the crackling fire.
The howling of the wolfs became imminent--As they sat guarding one another. Their arms laid flat on the ground--As they only held their swords as if it was their only anchor in surviving this night. Marcus glanced at his friend--At the awkward silence between them--At how he seemed to be not even touching his food.
Way to go Slav, you birthed an enmity with the emperor's son...! he mocked. Slav jolted straight up as his eyes widened eyes landed on Marcus. H-How did you--Marcus let out a bitter laugh then his face become serious. You can't be serious, Slav... he leaned in closer--As he saw the fire in Slav's eyes faltering as if to question himself. "He is the emperor's son" he ended.
Slav smiled, "emperor's son--An emperor who is doomed to go to hell" he muttered--Just then Marcus covered his mouth--Shush! he urged. Slav stared at him like he had gone insane. Don't you dare...he whispered, "even though trees will be witnesses"
Slav--then threw his head back and laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation.
he continued laughing as he paused from time to time to gaze at Marcus's face. Then--A low rustle of the grass startled the both of them. What was that? asked Marcus. Slav's face had turned serious as he then quickly gripped the edge of his sword--Wish I knew, but there seems to be something in here.
Marcus glanced at him-Then at his insufferable smirk--His eyebrows jointed in frustration--SLAV! BE SERIOUS!
He then let out a low laugh, soon they figured it was time for time for bed--The men the laid down on the grass. Their amours laid flat--Though still armed with their sword and a dagger.
Slav's gaze was set to the sky--at the stars which seeming to be glowing like an ornament--Just then he heard it, the voice--"He is the emperor's son" Slav's face twitched, his eyebrows jointed, Marcus...his voice sizzling with anger as he then glanced at Marcus--Who seemed to be sleeping serenely.
Marcus's brows furrowed--He then slightly leaned in to take a better look--The man was out.
He sighed and sat up--Rubbing his temple--Just then, the voice came again, this time more slow-Though louder--S-S-S-S-S-SLAV... He shot a look at Marcus-nothing. He then got up--eyes darting desperately to find the source of the sound.
He began to walk--A light made out of a fire glued to his hands--As he then followed the sound--Soon he found the low trickle of water.
He then began to go in deeper--Soon--he saw it--His eyes caught the beautiful sight of a waterfall. A fall? here? he then went near it--crouching down near the water--Glancing at his own reflection--Just then--His face on the other side began contouring--His eyes held something far more sinister, his lips turned into a malicious smile.
Slav froze--As his heart began to hammer against him ribs--every inch of his muscle urging him to run--Though he couldn't. Just then something emerged--A white dragon, smoke ran out from its nose as it's gaze seemed vicious--The fiery red eyes stared at straight at him--as it seemed to pierce something in him.
Then--It all went black.