17 Years Ago, August 9, 2008
Explosion
"Protect Miss Christine!"
"Don't let them through!"
"Hold the line until Master Harold escapes with Miss Christine and the young lord!"
"Insolent fools, kill them all!" bellowed Viktor Drakov, a notorious figure in the underworld who had once been defeated mercilessly by Harold and Christine.
It was a long night, filled with bloodshed, death, fear, and despair. But we stood our ground, fighting waves of enemy combatants to protect the master as he fled to safeguard the family.
"Master Harold, quick! Take the young lord and Miss Christine with you. We'll hold them here."
"But I can't just leave you guys. I need to fight!"
"Yes you can! Our duty is to protect you and your family, the same way you protected us! now go!"
"I know you can fight them all by yourself but not this time... you're the one miss Christine needs be there for her..."
The master fled as he was told, though it hurt him greatly to leave his allies alone to fight the enemy, knowing he could have beaten the enemy forces. After a long run through the mansion's secret passages, he arrived at another safe mansion in the city by dawn. Though tired from the escape, he trusted his family to his strongest familiar and went back to battle.
"Ark, come forth! " he commanded.
A short burst of mana surged forward, a blue circle appeared on the floor, a man with sharp blue eyes, sharp triangular fangs for it teeth, appeared before him.
"Master?" he spoke.
"Protect Christine and James at all costs. I'll be back."
He left as fast as he could, so fast that he was gone before his wife and familiar could say a word.
He arrived to his mansion, it was all in ruin, fire, cracks, broken pavements, shattered windows, but that wasn't his concern, it was his comrades, to others, they're just his maids and butlers, to him, they were more than than that.
He had been gone for far too long, dozens of body's have already fallen, dozens of familiar faces, amidst the chaos a voice called out to him.
"Master Harold!" The head butler called out, exhaustion in the sound of his voice.
"Retreat." was all he said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion
The butler dare not to question his master as this was not the first time this had happened, this was not the first time his master acted like that in battle, on the contrary he smiled the second he heard this command, the smile then turned in to a smoke as he begun spreading the masters order.
"Retreat!" shouted the butler.
This was it he thought to himself, "Those bastard's will die tonight, now i feel pity for them"
The second the mansion was cleared of his subordinate's was the second he released his mana, his terrifiying mana, the weaker fighters of the enemy collapsed the second they felt the pressure he released.
"Now, which bastard dare attack me and my family in my own home?" questioned harold.
"That would be me, Harold!" a man declared, arrogance in his voice, pride in his words.
"Viktor?" he questioned to himself, "I see one less arm wasn't enough, here to lose the other?" Harold spoke, mocking viktor.
Viktor Drakov, nicknamed The General, it was not the first time he and harold clashed, though the first time they fought wouldn't even be considered a clash, it was a one sided massacare, one where Viktor and his subordinates are nothing but prey to the hunter.
"Would you quit staring? if you wont start attacking i will!" declared Viktor
His assult begun with a fire ball launched from his hands, followed by another then another, Pyrokinesis was his ability, each ball of fire flew towards harold with great speed, each exploded on impact, though none of it connected with his body, the ground where harold was standing on was now nothing but debris and dust.
With a sigh Harold Spoke "Chill Down, you might burn yourself"
He began his own assult, his mana turned the whole property a freezing hell making the flowers and grass in the garden wither, leaves of trees to harden then fall, all of viktors flames vanished.
"I see that you trained for this moment, but you're still far too weak, your magic is childs play compared to my wife's"
He drew his knife and dashed towards Viktor, his movement's faster than the blink of an eye, in fractions of a second Viktor's ches had been cut, a deep wound covered in ice, the muscles that was stuck by harold"s blade froze to the touch, not just him, the vanguard he had that lead the attack on the mansion was no more than piles of ice cold bodies, their blood frozen solid.
"They call you the general because of your influence, b ut it seems youve influence no one but the weak" harold mocked viktor, a grin stretched accross his face.
Once again he vanished from Viktor's sight, he looked around him there was no trace of harold or anyh incoming attacks, Did he flee?, Viktor thought to himself, But then, screams and cries echoed from behind, NO, No way!, viktor's eye spread wide open upon the realization, He attacked the vanguard?, Viktor immediately ran towards the scream only to fall face first to the ground, his legs, he could'nt feel his legs, he flipped his body only to see horror, his legs were no longer attached to him, his eye's widen in horror then came the rush of pain, he let out a loud cry, a scream of agony.
"I took care of the rear, those longraged mages would've been annoying to deal with, i see your body finally reacted and realized what happend? You didn't realize i cut off your legs didn't ya?" he continued mocking viktor his voice sounding cheerful - it was psychotic - he proceeded to walk towards viktor and squatted down, placing his face just in front of viktors
"I cut off your arm back then now your legs, tell me are you satisfied?" mockingly , he proceeded to tap victors face, anger painted all over viktor's face.
An arrow flew towards harold at a speed that shouldve been impossible to dodge, and he didnt, he caught it with his left hand, a man then appeared behind him wielding an axe, and struck, making harold jump out of the way, the force of the hit shattering the ground beneath viktor.
"More unwelcomed guest?" he sighs, then asked "What's the deal with all of you, do you all have a deathwish?" questioned harold as he scratched his head from annoyance
"Viktor might have a deathwish, not us, we came for him not you, not just yet" a muffled voice replied to his questions, it was the man wielding the axe.
it was a tense stand off between him and the cloaked men, viktor had already been picked up from the ground by the second cloaked man, until the one that shot the arrow spoke.
"That building over there, that's where your wife is am i right? wait no forgive me, wife and child am i right?"
Harolds eye's widen in terror as the man conjured and shot a projectile made of mana, immense mana.
"If i shot you with that you would survive, bare even a scratch, but can your wife do that? can your familiar even do so as perceive that attack?"
Harold immediately left the property and ran back as fast as he could, the projectile was fast but he knew he was faster, but if the projectile was somehow an explosive, then his wife and newborn son is in great danger, those thoughts filled his headv as he ran towards the building, 5 seconds, that was all he needs, just five seconds.
He arrived at the building 2 seconds before the projectile hit the building, he immediately cast a mana shield as he took the projectile head on he didnt know how powerful of an explosion that projectile would cause so he gave it his all, layers of mana shields in front of him and the projectile, waiting for the impact was all thats left, then it conected, it hit, the first 3 layers of the mana shields shattered, the fourth one cracked, a grade 7 spell?, he murmered as he removed the mana shields, a loud cry was heard from the building , it was his son.
He rushed inside and slammed the door open.
"Christine! what happened?" he immediately asked concern visible from his eyes
"Harold" His wife called with relief on her face as she carried the infant in her arms
"Are you alright? what took you so long? what happened?" question after question.
Harold sat down beside the bed, next to his wife and son, then spoke.
"It's alright now, dont worry" reassured harold, as he kissed christines forehead and hugs both his son and wife.
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