Weeping Blood Book 1 Battlefield~Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Six years later

The birds whistle soft little songs, which echo into the King’s ears as he listens. His eyes are closed, for he is deep in thought. He is dressed in gold and silver, and his crown is the sambal of it all. For just a moment the wind blew softly in the cool breeze that withered by. His golden cape came down to the grass and was fanned out behind him. His gray shoes almost invisible under everything else. His red hair almost blending in with the crown itself. He imagined images flashing by as he listened to the birds. Some how he felt calmer when he did this. It helped him forget everything else that had happened that day. He’d been drowning himself in his thoughts lately. This was one of the things that was keeping him saint at the moment. He stood in a wide plain, which stretched out for miles. All of it was just covered in lush green grass. But there was a meadow, it was along way from here though. This was the hole of the palaces back garden. There where flower bushes growing everywhere though.

The king suddenly started imagining himself trailing though long grass. His fingers touching the tips of the stems. While birds flew all around him in a circle. There was no one in sight for miles. It’s just him and the birds free and alone. The cobalt sky hung high above his head, like a mystical creature waiting to come alive. Large mountains could be seen all around him, like he was lost in the middle, and couldn’t find away out. Then the birds became faint sounds in the background. He could suddenly hear swords clashing together, and metal came in contact with metal. As war ragged on the mountain peaks, and blood sprayed up and turned into cannons.

King Anniston then opened his hazel eyes. The dazzling light form the sun shining into them. The sound of the solders training could be heard. It echoed into his head like a volcano erupting out of no were. He could see fire all around him all of a sudden, and everything was being burned to ashes. King Anniston then started walking towards a wooden brown door. As he got closer the sounds seemed to be getting louder. The moments he had in peace outside didn’t last long. When he came up to the door a solder opened it for him. He then walked into the military. The door then closed silently behind him. He was at the top of everything. There were many seats going down to the bottom level. He then made his way over to two golden seats on this level. White pearls where placed carefully on the out skirt of the chairs. One was for the king one the right side. the other was for the queen on the left side. He then sat down in his chair. The queen never really came to the military. She preferred to stay out of this. Unless her and her husband were training with each other. King Anniston had insisted for her to train, so that she at least new something about all the weapons. Just so she could protect herself when nobody else could.

At the bottom of all of the forty rows of chairs. Was the ground place were the general and the caption watched all of the solders and recruits train. That went all around a large arena. But there was one area down there that had a door leading into the rest of the palace. That was where the ring of chairs ended. The arena didn’t have a fence going all over the place like around ball. It just had a low metal fence going all the way around. At the top of the arena hanging by strong metal chains was a timer. This was to time the solders. Everyone of them should end up even if there in the same military. The king had a silver button on the right of his chair that could set a time. All he had to do was to press the button and talk into it. The general and the caption could also do this with a special remote with buttons that they kept.

The solders had stopped training and had gone into the inside of the arena. Where there is a crimson gate that opens when the fight is supposed to begin. When there is a fight happening or a fight about to happen, the gates are always closed. The general had set the time to four minutes. The arena’s crimson gates then started to rise, and out came six solders. Each of them had their weapons blazing in front of them. They all watched their five opponents. The time passed quickly, and now there was only two minutes left. Three soldiers where now using throwing knifes. Their swords had been taken away from them by the other opponents. The king stood up and started calling out to the solders that where training.

“Stop!” his voice echoed throughout the arena. All the soldiers stood motionless for a moment. They then went to stand in a straight line, as they look up at their ruler. All of them looked just as eager to find out why they’d been stopped in mid fight. The Captions black hair whipped around with her head, as she turned to look at the king. Her eyebrows were raised, as if to say, what now.

“Solders are you apart of my military or not?” King Anniston paused for a moment as he looked at his solder that stood before him. “You should not lose to someone that is in your ranking and in the same military,” The King carried on talking, frustration showing all over. He could see all of the solders drop their heads and look to the ground. He then got out of his seat and went down to where the General was standing. The General turned his head, his azure eyes look strait at the king.

“Should we make them start over your majesty?” The General asked with a firm but calm tone. Anniston just shook his head from left to right.

“No, that’s clearly not working, they need to watch someone who is in a different ranking and has a reason to be beaten,” Anniston said looking right back at the general with a smirk.

“You majesty,” The Captions voice came in suddenly, sounding a little confused.

“Simple Clodovea, you and Alizar can go up against each other because you are both in different rankings,” King Anniston answered before giving them another slight smile before going up to his seat again. He was going to have some fun by watching this. As he sat down he could here General Alizar’s voice thud throw the fortress. All the solders then came down from the arena and went to go and sit down to watch.

“Now listen this is what happens if you are in different rankings, not the same,” Alizar said trying to state the reason they were doing this. The king set the time for two minutes. They were well trained so a short amount of time should be enough. The seconds then started counting down before the fight began.

Together Clodovea and Alizar then came out into the arena with their swords in hand. Both of them watched their opponent carefully, trying to think of the best moves. King Anniston looked closely as the two fort.