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BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Fire Spirit wanted to get out of this place. It wasn’t an area for a prince. Too bad though anyways, couldn’t do nothing. The war between the East and the West was raging violently, and with much luck, the East was losing. Fire Spirit’s side was losing. He didn’t understand why the war started, who started it, or anything at all. He didn’t understand what powers the West had, they were winning after all. He heard the West had advanced military strategy, a good budget, and this one secret so confidential that even the daily tabloids would keep it to the grave. Unfortunately, it would be really nice to know the secret.
Soldiers were screaming and dying every second, and unfortunately for Fire Spirit, he was on the front lines. He didn’t know why, weren’t royalty supposed to be protected? Wasn’t he the only heir to the Eastern Kingdom’s throne? Wouldn’t it not be safe for the only heir of the throne to be on the FRONT lines? Or for them to be on the battlefield at all? Nothing made sense. So there it was, Fire Spirit now having to fight for his life. Sad, barely anyone seen his face, or what people had thought.
You see, not only just having the perks of being royalty, another TOTALLY AWESOME perk was that he couldn’t show his face. Apparently it was for ‘privacy reasons,’ Fire Spirit didn’t believe it anyways. Turns out not showing your face wasn’t an awesome perk, it was hell! Over the 20 years Fire Spirit had lived, people had murmured and gossiped about him, talking about how he had must been cursed, his face having a big ugly gash on his side’s of his mouth. He told his father, a.k.a. the King Pitaya Dragon, they didn’t care. Said something like “stop being a coward and actually be brave!” Last time Fire Spirit asked an appeal from his father.
Anyways back to the battlefield, Fire Spirit was terrified asl. He didn’t know what to do, until a comrade at him. “HEY PRINCE BOY! COME ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING!” Fire Spirit jumped in shock. Then he quietly nodded. “Too worthless for crown prince,” the comrade said, murmuring under his breath. “What purpose does he make.” Fire Spirit’s felling were hurt of course. No one could see it, as it was covered under his mask. So anyways, Fire Spirit was following the comrade thinking about how differently he was treated from his different identity.
Yes, Fire Spirit had a different identity, as an advisor. He actually had a beautiful face. People said that. Ironic how they thought he was ugly as the crown prince. One time he went out of the castle, and people ADMIRED his face. Like dog humping admiring. Apparently said from his father, he had his mother’s looks. A perk I guess? But with his mask, he looked way different. Like another person. He was even pretty sure that the only people who knew the crown prince’s identity was his father, his sister, and himself. No one else.
He wished he’d could show his face, but hi didn’t want to know the punishment his father would give to him. Execution maybe? No, Pitaya wouldn’t. Fire Spirit was the crown prince after all. Pitaya couldn’t afford another crown prince. Another ex-wife to the collection! While finally arriving to the area after a four minute walk, the comrade started giving instructions of what to do.
“First get the bombs, then throw them as fast as you can, the- HEY! ARE YOU LISTENING YOU LITTLE TWERP!” Fire Spirit was listening. It was either that the comrade didn’t know, he could also be mocking Fire Spirit. Maybe both? Fire Spirit nodded in approval, showing that he was listening. “Whatever,” the comrade said. “Just do it now.”
Fire Spirit understood and went to his station immediately waiting for the siege to come. Bad news though, he didn’t get most of what his comrade was saying. Guess he just has to wing it. He was ready and prepared, having a basket full of bombs. His other comrades were snickering about Fire Spirit. He couldn’t do nothing anyways, he was pretty low on the ranks even with his royal status. Finally the siege from the West Military was coming. There was something weird about them though. They had this weapon of some sort, with a trigger and a long barrel. He didn’t know anything about the weapon, but what he did know was that it was something bad. He was right. When the soldiers were confused the enemies found an advantage. One of the enemy soldiers pulled the trigger
BOOM!
A piece of metal came out of the barrel and hit a soldier’s head. The one from Fire Spirit’s far right. Then no movement, just plain silent. The soldiers laid motionless on the ground, bleeding out from his head. The soldier right next to him got a piece of his brain on his outfit. Then, panic. Some solider were running away others were too slow and got hit. Others were confused and others were trying to defend themselves. Fire Spirit was one of them. If he retreated, he would’ve been called a coward. Plus, he wasn’t pretty much welcomed at home anyways, since them people were just rude.
He could’ve intentionally get shot. Would have satisfied what he wanted. Would’ve take away all his pain. But it would’ve been a waste he thought. So he tried, fighting and fighting with the bombs he had. It didn’t look like anyone was winning. The Eastern Military who kept fighting was still alive, the Western Military had no intention of giving up. It was a bloody massacre. Fire Spirit wanted to lay his eyes off, but he still had to fight. The strange weapon kept blaring and blaring, until it stopped. Fire Spirit was in shock, and in relief also.
Finally, the Eastern Military had a chance to fight. The Western Military only had those strange weapons, therefore being weapon less, a huge disadvantage. The enemies started to retreat, as the only weapons they had were hands. Too bad the Eastern Military has better combat anyways. The Eastern Military started to charge, the other soldiers that retreated coming back too. How the tables had turn. When the enemies were retreating the East were preparing an ambush, Fire Spirit also being included in the team. Extra military was coming to surround the enemies. An easy win, right?
Fire Spirit was preparing his final three bombs when something phenomenal happened. A golden light, in the center of the Western Military. There, the enemies had hope. They started fighting back. Oh god, Fire Spirit hoped the extra soldiers came. The allies were confused, and then they started to get knocked out one by one. Now. The ambush had to start. The comrade that was fighting with Fire Spirit earlier was still alive. And also in the ambush group. When he gave the approval, Fire Spirit went into action.
Like a fire dragon in action. Fire Spirit sneakily went into a remote area and screamed on the tip of his lungs. “MISSING SOMEONE!” A few enemies heard his call. But something they didn’t know was that they fell for his trap. Fire Spirit distracted people one by one. Until he had enough people to kill with his three remaining bombs. Then he used it. KABOOM! The bomb exploded, 48 people dead.
Fire Spirit was going to use the same tactic for his last two bombs. But he knew there would be an obvious pattern. But lucky for him, his comrade was watching in awestruck. “Maybe he has another aspect of me,” thought Fire Spirit. Fire Spirit thought of another way to kill the enemies. But of course, his luck didn’t last for long. Somehow the enemy got ahold of one of his bombs. Oh no. Fire Spirit thought the enemy wouldn’t be so stupid to risk his life to explode a bomb in a certain area, especially not where Fire Spirit was. But the enemy would sacrifice his life to kill others. Hey, at least he’s loyal?
Die, DIE, YOU MASKED GEEK!” Screeched the enemy. He pulled the trigger, oh god. KABOOM! Exploded the bomb. Sadly Fire Spirit was within a good enough radius to be flung, but not badly injured? There was this area on his chest, which got hit by bomb shrapnel. It was actively bleeding. And if not worse enough, his mask was burned! Finally, everyone could see his face. Shock, terror, awkwardness. The comrade stuttering a few words, “y-yy-ou’re the c-crown p-pp-pri-?”
Fire Spirit couldn’t hear the complete sentence, as he was flung to the nearby river. Its rapids so harsh that it could tear someone apart. But Fire Spirit isn’t just no one, he’s the crown prince, he NEEDS to survive. Fire Spirit faced his feet downstream, a basic survival hack. Duh. Wouldn’t matter anyways. Fire Spirit was on the verge of fainting. He was strong right? Well apparently, not that strong. He sadly fainted.
He woke up from some time, it felt cold. It was probably the cold water from the river. Then suddenly, he felt that he was getting picked up. What? He eventually felt a solid surface. And then murmuring, something like if he was okay. He was but who was saying it?