Favian knew he didn't have time to mourn. He knew he didn't have time to grab the children's bodies and clutch them to his chest and tell their lifeless forms how much he loved them. He wanted to stay there with them. To lie down next to them, hug them so very close and cry his soul out. Tears dripped from his eyes as he stared at their small motionless bodies.
Unable to bear the weight of their deaths any more and his knees gave way and his body shuddered with remorse. Small dots of ash sprinkled down from the sky like a sign of death from the Gods. Favian let loose the control he had on his emotions as his entire being cried out in pain. He emmited such an emotional outburst that he felt a reaction from a Magus far away, who tried to mentally contact him.
Favian reached a hand over to Bobby's face to close his pained, yet lifeless eyes. Then he bent over, sobbing uncontrollably and kissed Bobby, then Cretin on their foreheads. Blood from Bobby's wounds stuck on his dry cracked lips.
As Favian kneeled in the falling ash, staring at the bodies of the children who hadn't even blossomed into full beings, red painted over their bodies slowly being covered by a thin pile of charcoal, something inside him snapped.
A scream of anguish ripped out of his lungs and he jumped into action. Ignoring his physical limits he pumped magic into his movements, not at all caring if he died at this moment. Favian strode, his steps angry, jittery and fast. His hands whooshed by his sides as he walked.
As he walked he tried to ignore all the death around him, tried to regain control. Then he came across a Cruciot soldier who was pilfering from a dead man, muttering to himself, "Got nothing good to take. Waste of space, the lot of them."
Favian's eyes narrowed, his blue eyes as cold as ice as he threw pure, unadultered magic at the soldier. The man was thrown to the ground and pinned by the invisible force.
Favian barely even noticed the tears streaming down his face as he yelled at the man, "Why!? Why did you kill everyone!? Why did you kill the children? MY CHILDREN! WHY!?!?"
As he spoke he grew louder, angrier, the magic holding the man to the floor grew as well. As Favian spoke the last word a crack resounded from the soldier's body. Favian didn't even register the man falling limp, his muscles loosening, didn't see the man stop struggling. He kept on yelling, he kept on forcing magic and he completely lost himself in his anger.
"You murderer! You despicable, dirty, disgusting, murderer!" Favian closed his eyes, sobbing, and was now just screaming as loud as he could, though it was just a whisper.
When he had finally nothing left to scream, all his anger transformed into physical magic, he opened his eyes and looked at the soldier. It took only a moment to recognise his criminal actions. His eyes widened in horror. There was only a pile of crimson mush left. Favian had crushed him into a human fluid with his anger.
Favian swallowed loudly and glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Then he began to run. He didn't know where he was running, he didn't care. The image of his dead potentials popped into his head as he fled.
As he ran he passed buildings in rubbles, on fire, pulled apart and countless dead bodies. They became decorational monuments to him. To him he saw so much he didn't need to see anymore. He closed his eyes and ran and let what was left of his magic to guide him. Unfortunately, Favian didn't have a good sense of direction at the best of times. He ran straight into soldier on a horse.
With a scream Favian forced him off and smirked bitterly as the man fell, derservingly, prostrate on his own sword. The man's death almost made him feel better about his potentials. As memories of them crept back into his mind he shrieked and almost scared the horse off. This wouldn't be enough.
He needed real vengeance. He needed... Something of more importance. The real cause of his children's death. As Favian gripped the reins of the thorough-bred horse he noticed it was wearing the Cruciot crest on its saddle. His eyes paused on the crest and then the object of his vengeance became as clear as crystal. The King's life. He would kill the King, if he ever wanted to pay back what he had lost to the one who was responsible. He straddled the black mare marked with a white star on her head and dug his heels into her ribs. Favian began plotting as the horse began to gallop off.
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Andonis grimaced as he felt his heart scream out in anger and pain, "Village is entirely on fire. We'll need to search for surviv-"
"SIR! Soldiers are still here. They're attacking. Orders?" asked one of the other Captains.
Andonis resisted the urge to punch the man, and fought the need to cry in frustration and injustice. He hastily replied, "Fight back! Kill them! Destroy them! You know how much they deserve to be incinerated from this world."
"Aye-aye, Sir. Roundhill movement. Everyone move!" the Captain yelled and signalled the men. Jaak raised an eyebrow and shook his head, in mock disappointment, at the Prince.
Andonis sighed, gripping at his chest trying to figure out the emotions he was feeling, "Sometimes... I just..."
Jaak grinned, "Don't worry. We all get that sometimes. Happens to the best of us. Not me though. I'm too good."
Andonis began to swat at Jaak's head, but saw something in the distance. A horse riding off. Andonis frowned, "Is that a Cruciot horse?"
Jaak squinted, raised a hand to his brow to cut off the harsh light from the sun, stared and then grunted back, "As sure as you're the Prince."
Andonis nodded, finally glad to find a good way to somehow get rid of this feeling which made him sick, and grabbed his reins, about to chase the fleeing man down, when a yell sounded, "There are too many! We need more men!"
The prince growled, gritted his teeth, torn between his duty and his need to hunt the deserter down that he knew would somehow delete this pain from his heart. Andonis took a deep breath and then with a stomach riling of regret he steered his horse back to the group and began giving orders.
Jaak watched the horse and rider draped on it, almost looking like he was asleep, disappear over the hills. A chill ran up his back and he swallowed. Something was eerily... strange that Jaak couldn't seem to place, but ever the optimist he shrugged it off and screaming war cries, joined the battle.
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