Have I gone and shown how much of a fool I am? The youngest son of a blacksmith who can’t even help these children when they need me the most. We reached Scarborough, the city that moves across the land, where their grandmother lives. Just to have our journey end with their father and a king in our midst.
“Son, daughter. Please come back home with me, your stepmother and I were worried sick” The father plead. The siblings hid behind me and the Huntress. Her black smoke rifle steady in her hands but not in a position to make issue. I looked at the son, the trials we had overcome, his sister right beside him the whole way. Me and the Huntress experiencing an adventure of strength and determination. We became so close we could be considered a family by passerby. The look in the son’s eyes was genuine, he would never go back.
“It would seem they’re pretty determined to leave you behind, they wish to live with their grandmother” the Huntress said causing the king to chuckle among us, his men confused.
“My children will not find their grandmother inside those walls, for she has proceeded to the next life some time ago” a carriage approached from behind the father and the king. Out stepped a woman of genuine discomfort and unease, it was to my belief from the feeling I had and the trembling hands of the siblings, this was the stepmother they spoke of. A witch capable of creating monsters that attack children. A vile woman shelled in a beauty a fool would want. The father seemed to be of good nature but a man of poor choice in love. For if this is what he decides is a true love he is more blind than those who walk without sight.
I know not what I should do at this moment, my heart wants the siblings to have true happiness, but with their grandmother gone all our work falls on empty hope. But a hand reaches to me. The Huntress wishes for my attention. The look in her eyes is all I need to know what our next option is.
“Then me and this huntress will take the children in, to care for and train”
“That’s absurd” the stepmother said “My king, of our many kings. Please order your incompetent soldier to know his place” her slithering voice made the blood in my arms boil, my white steam rifle itching to meet her. The king chuckled once more.
“It is clear these children are aware of an immediate threat within their own home, and wish to retreat. My Soldier and this Huntress wish for the better of these children, which is in his right as a soldier of our country. If he wishes this responsibility I will allow it” Everyone looked in surprise and silence to the kings words. The father most surprised, his eyes must have been opened to a potential sight he was ignorant to. Stepmother was upset in many degrees.
“My king, surely you see the predicament we face. These children belong to my husband and me, not to these foolish heathens” Stepmother wished to cause these siblings harm by her hand, a witch through and through. My heart filled with anger towards her, and the displeasure she had towards these children.
“If you wish to take your children back, than as king I demand a duel between the parents and the surrogates. A duel to the death if necessary” I knew this king could be outrageous at times but this is a whole new level. The father was no warrior, his knees buckled, the stepmother however had already started a spell, spirals of red magic swirling around her. The Huntress moved the siblings out of danger and took spot in shadow to prepare her black smoke rifle.
Is this right? Is this still beneficial for the siblings? I look at the eldest brother, young but a heart so strong, nothing would break it. He knew what had to be done as did his sister, she had a heart of radiant warmth capable of healing. Their father would live and they knew it. He would have to live with the choice he made. I knew then, I had to take care of them. Me and the Huntress would.
It was decided, If I could, I will make the stepmother submit. Allowing her to live so as to keep the siblings from seeing her death, I held confidence the Huntress felt the same way. She had a lover who was turned into a werewolf whom she ended with her own hand during our journey. Had she become a true love of mine? Time will tell. In this moment we would fight to protect the siblings once again from their wicked stepmother. Her magic a weapon against us. My white steam rifle a weapon against her, along with Huntress’ black smoke rifle. The two of us together will wrestle her into defeat. We just want a chance for the siblings, our children, to live happily ever after.
Steam (POV change)
Smoke
All this work we have done. All for nothing. Fighting the true love of mine who had turned to the ways of the werewolf. Ended by my own hand. A dragon made from cookery and clocks defeated by the youngest son of a blacksmith, now a soldier beside me. A bit of a fool, but a heart capable of moving mountains. If it meant that our Siblings could live happily ever after he would do it too.
Their father, a foolish coward of a man. Stands before us now, with a king in tow. This king knew me well. Being a former member of his elite guard I ventured off to become a Huntress and to make a new life with my true love. Once he disappeared I had no choice but to go after him meeting the Soldier and the Siblings along the way. They spoke of the city Scarborough, a moving city. A place I had longed to see since I was a child. Now that we were here their father had caught up with us.
“Son, daughter. Please come back home with me, your stepmother and I were worried sick” He said through genuine fear for their condition. They moved not an inch from us.
“It would seem they’re pretty determined to leave you behind, they wish to live with their grandmother” I said, stating the wish they had from the beginning.
“My children will not find their grandmother inside those walls, for she has proceeded to the next life some time ago” Grandmother is gone? And he never told them. A true coward to the marrow in his bones. A stagecoach appeared and a woman appeared. The clothing gave her away, A witch, a powerful one at that. I would enjoy defeating her. My black smoke rifle was not ready to fire but that’ll change soon enough. I touched the Soldier, gave him a look that said we could take care of the Siblings by ourselves. I didn’t know how, but I knew we could do it, we’ve come this far, we can keep going.
“Then me and this huntress will take the children in, to care for and train” the Soldier said, with as much courage as he could muster.
“That’s absurd” the stepmother said “My king, of our many kings. Please order your incompetent soldier to know his place” She was making my hands tremble in excitement I’ve never fought a witch before.
“It is clear these children are aware of an immediate threat within their own home, and wish to retreat. My Soldier and this Huntress wish for the better of these children, which is in his right as a soldier of our country. If he wishes this responsibility I will allow it” the king chuckled
“My king, surely you see the predicament we face. These children belong to my husband and me, not to these foolish heathens” the Stepmother said, sneering at the king.
“If you wish to take your children back, than as king I demand a duel between the parents and the surrogates. A duel to the death if necessary” it was time. The father dropped to his knees as he should, the Stepmother started a spell. I escorted the Siblings to a safe spot before hiding in the shadows. I readied my black smoke rifle. This is right, defeating the Stepmother will ensure the Siblings a happy life. But the Soldier seems unsure of what to do with her, I’ll leave him to decide her fate. So long as the children get to live happily ever after.
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