Of Chains and Swords
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The stampede of feet, the cries of "Over here!", the sounds of the warriors he had cut down. All of it rang in the small boy's head as he stumbled through the halls, trying to make it to a window. He had been so foolish to try to escape today. A hiding spot would have saved him the trouble of putting the men in the small castle on alert, but he had chosen to wander about freely. Unfortunately, a young maid had spotted him, and before he could knock her out, a scream had erupted from her throat. Now, if he wanted to stay away from that horrible woman, he had to leave.
As the sound of armored feet hitting the floor got louder, Raiden saw the most blessed thing ever; a window. Without much thought, the boy started to run until his head was spinning. Using one arm as the lead, he slammed right through the glass. The impact shattered all of the window to bits, and the knights slowed as they neared the window.
"He's probably dead," one knight said. "There's no way--" A flash of brillant blue light stunned the group, and the leader ran to the window. The intruder was flying in the air, bathed in a blue light. "A mage.. Someone needs to go get Dante, quick!" Two of them went running towards an office. The leader watched the boy flying towards a nearby hill. His flying was unsteady; he kept falling and the light was flickering. He assumed he was sapping all of his remaining strength trying to run. Scowling, he stormed away from the window, waving his hand at some surprised maids to start cleaning the mess.
Raiden's strength was faltering as he neared the hill. His sight was full of blood, and he was so hungry. A few feet away from the hill, he lost control of his magic and plumed some few feet to the ground. The weak boy's body hit the ground hard, and he let out a groan as he rolled. He couldn't move. How could he have underestimated himself? It must have been the body he was in.. He was so small, so helpless. But he had always been that way. The raven lifted his head, squinting to look at the castle. Troops were starting to flood from the entrance. It wouldn't be long until they were on him.
Forcing himself up, he started to walk across the hill. His chest ached. His head was spinning. He could barely keep forward. Raiden wanted so badly to stop. He was sure that he'd be able to cast a weak invisible spell, just long enough to hide from the knights. He could not be taken home. He could not give up after all of the torture. He froze as he realized something was off. The knights were no longer making noise. Turning his head, his dull brown eyes focused behind him. They were all watching him up on the hill. No.. They weren't watching him, they were looking behind him--
A blow from his front knocked him easily off of his feet. He spit out blood, gasping as someone placed a foot on his chest. A cry escaped his lips as he tried to get up, but could only twitch his arms. The man above him laughed, looking down at Raiden. He was not dressed as the other knights; he had an elegant red coat on, a sign of high status. His buttons were all golden, as was his hair- it was a brilliant blonde, as bright as the sun. His eyes were blue as the sky above them both. Beside him was a sword, sheathed.
"For a magic user, you don't seem to know a damn thing about it," the blonde mocked the raven. "You must feel like you're dying, don't you? You used so much of it to try to fly away. I was hoping for more of a..."
"A fight?" Raiden croaked, squinting up at the man. Dante grinned, standing up and taking his foot off. Laughing, he turned his back to Raiden, nodding at the watching warriors to signal that the thread was gone. Moving his hand to the hilt of his sword, he looked at the boy from the corner of his eye. "That's exactly the word. I've never heard of a commoner having magic. Such powerful magic, too. The men mentioned that you were quiet as you fell."
Dante turned back to the boy again, leaning down beside him. Raiden wondered why he wasn't dead yet. "Did you manage to use flying magic without chanting? My, my, that would make sense as to why you didn't kill yourself.." Dante was more or less talking to himself now. "But what were you doing in my home?" Raiden didn't respond to the larger boy. He wanted to die. He knew that soon, he would be back in that hellhole. He didn't want to go back. The mage scowled, kicking him. "Speak, boy."
"I-I.." Raiden tried to speak, but all that came out was blood. Dante sighed, bending down. His hand glowed a soft green. The boy struggled slightly, but he felt the lord's hand press against his head. He was using a sleeping spell. As his consciousness began to fade away, he felt the older's lips against his ear, and some words.
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The woman approached Raiden, her eyes hawk-like. He was taller than her, but that didn't help calm him down. She was larger than him in most areas; torso, chest, hips, though it was all a healthy size. Her eyes were a crystal blue that seemed to stare through your soul and tear into your very being. Her elegant, soft red curls were tied back into a ponytail. Covering her skin was a dress that was the color of the lakes nearby the castle. It was adorned with soft white flowers. Around her neck, a red pennant, which stood out like her strawberry red hair. The dashing light blue dress could not do her soft features justice. She looked young, though Raiden knew better; she was using magic to keep her body preserved. The only hints of her true age was the lightly aging skin around her eyes. The queen of Perlsea should not have been less.
However, her gaze terrified him. He felt his stomach leaping into his throat and suffocating him. She had him in the corner of her room. His mother smiled at him, though it was not a warm one. She held out her hand. The boy refused to take it, fearing the worst. The queen puckered her lips, turning and closing the door.
"I didn't recall you being so stubborn when you were a smaller child," Gueanor growled at her son, her smile fading quickly with her patience. "I suppose you think you're a hero, rebelling against me. In that way, you are much like your father, Raiden. But I'm sure you are aware of what happens to traitors here. They are slaughtered." The queen set her hands in front of her, sighing. He couldn't tell what her emotion was. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating him just as much as the feeling in his throat was. He tugged on his jacket, trying to calm himself down.
"You know, you are the splitting image of him. Dirty blonde hair. Forest green eyes. The little freckles dashed about your face. You're even as tall as he was as a teenager.. And you are just as disgustingly kind as him. You were the only one who knew that I murdered your father. I remember.. You were just this tall," Gueanor placed her hand at her hip, tilting her head at him. "How old were you? Four, was it? No, no. You were much older. Six--"
"I was ten," Raiden cut her off, standing tall. He walked up to her, swallowing his fear down. She watched as he looked at the necklace around her neck. "James was struggling with his training, and he asked me to go get father. It was here, wasn't it?" He strode over to his mother's side, touching the wall. She spoke not a word as tears welled up in his eyes. "I heard the strangest noises coming from the doors. The knights that were supposed to be posted at your door were gone. I burst in, and you.. You were choking him."
Balling his hand into a fist, Raiden turned to face him. Tears were running down his cheeks now, and she didn't have any emotion in her face as he broke. "Why did you kill him!? He was a good man! You poisoned my brothers, but I.. I will not allow you to control me. You're a traitor to our people, mother. I still don't understand why you haven't murdered me too." He fell silent, his eyes full of anger. For what seemed like minutes, the room was silent. He grit his teeth, his eyes locked on her necklace. The jewel itself was basic. It was a blood red, shaped like a tear. The chain it was attached to was made of silver. He made a soft crying noise as he thought of what his father said.. 'Silver is a rarer metal than gold.'
"You're still useful, Raiden. And even though your brothers were raised to be more like me, they adore you. You are my son. I couldn't kill you, even if I tried." The queen finally spoke, her eyes gleaming. He gasped as he felt something invisible squeezing his stomach. "You were always so.. Adorable. My cutest little baby. And the fear in your eyes when you saw the light dying in your father's eyes.. I loved it. I can see it now, you know. Your fear." She licked her lips, and he coughed for air, starting to fall to the floor. She stood in front of him now, a crazy expression now donning her beautiful face. With the tip of her shoe, she forced him to look up at her. "I want to see more, Raiden. For the rest of your life, you belong to me, your mother."
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Suddenly, he was under a flickering light. Raiden tried to sit up, but his body would not allow it. He started to breathe unevenly as he realized that it wasn't that his body wouldn't allow it, but the straps keeping him on the uncomfortable mattress. He remembered that his mother had beat him again, and then.. A faint green light was in his eyes. Now he was here. Where was he? And what was wrong with his body? He felt as if he was smaller, weaker.
Something brushed up against his face, and he turned his head to see what it was. Gueanor was standing above him, a smile plastered on her face. He frowned, opening his mouth. He ran his tongue on his teeth. Had they always been so small? "Mother?" Raiden questioned, and she laughed, wiggling her finger.
"You cannot call me that anymore. I am the 'Queen' to you, pet." He frowned as she moved down to his feet, her finger following the outline of his body. "I don't want you squirming, but.. Look, boy!"
Tilting his head to the right, Raiden saw her grabbing something from the darkness. He squinted. It looked like a person. No.. As she heaved the thing over, he was aware that he saw a deadly familiar face. Dirty blonde hair.. Forest green eyes that were now cloudy.. And.. And freckles scattered across the boy's face. Raiden wanted to scream as he looked at his own body, but he couldn't bring himself to make a sound. All he could hear was his mother's insane laughter filling the room, ringing in his ears.
"NO!" Raiden screamed, jolting from his sleep. His head flew up and crashed against someone else's, and he yelped at the contact. As he held his forehead, the person he had bumped heads with scooted away from him, angry. As his vision started to clear up, he realized that the blonde mage was there, holding his own head.
"You've been mewling in your sleep this whole time. You didn't need to hit me, boy," Dante cross his arms, narrowing his eyes at the raven haired boy. "You should apologize." He sat up, falling silent. The two were alone in a room. The walls were the color of Dante's coat, and shelves upon shelves covered the walls. They were all filled with books. Dante stood, grunting at Raiden. "Well? Do you plan to speak, or must I beat the words from your mouth?"
"I.. I'm sorry," he muttered, his hands balling into fists. He looked up at Dante, scanning his face. The older seemed to be neither a friend nor foe. They also didn't seem to be back at the Streganna Castle, his mother's home. He was relieved to know that the man had not taken him back to her yet. Dante seemed to relax when he finally spoke.
"It's good that you can speak. I was almost worried you suffered too much trauma using up all of that good old magic." Dante returned to his spot beside the small boy, grinning at him. Leaning against the side of the bed, the lord tilted his head up, a serious gaze in his eyes. "I have a lot of questions for you, boy. You better be prepared to answer every one of them, or you might lose your head in this very bed." -
Raiden folded his hands over his lap, staring at Dante without much emotion. Taking that as permission to start interrogating the boy, he sat up straight as if to prove his dominance. "What is your name, boy?"
"My name is.." Raiden paused. He wasn't sure whether or not he should say his real name, or make up a new one. He decided he'd settle for his first name. "Raiden."
"Oh? You took a while to say that. I suppose the fallen prince is your role-model?" Dante raised an eyebrow. He was skeptical about this 'Raiden' boy. His face showed that all too obviously.
"Role-model.. Let's go with that choice of word. Yes," Raiden nodded to Dante. As he thought about it, he added, "I don't have a last name."
"Mm. Alright, boy. I'm Dante Loys, the ruler of the Coarshire Stronghold. Wait, don't tell me you recognize me now?"
Dante got sidetracked by the look on Raiden's face. He had gone a sheet white, and he looked as if he was going to throw up. The raven hadn't recognized Dante himself, but he knew the name. The Loys family was at the top of the knights' food chain. They were the family that had helped Gueanor to her rise to power. The blonde snapped his fingers in front of Raiden's eyes, causing the boy to jolt and stare at him.
"Ahh.. Yes, I do recognize you. You're one of the most powerful knights in the Perlsea kingdom," Raiden muttered. All of his hope for an ally evaporated. If Gueanor wanted him badly, the news of his disappearance was already out there throughout Perlsea. It wouldn't be long until Raiden turned him in. Dante, however, didn't notice his attitude. He smiled, relaxing into the chair.
"Yes, I am. I'm glad you know me. Where was I.. Oh. So, you said you don't have a last name. Do you not have a family?" Dante tilted his head, crossing his arms. Raiden nodded at the question, though he knew in his heart it was a lie. He had a family. The only problem was that his brothers thought he was dead and his mother was a psychopathy. "I'd say sorry, but I'm not sorry. You killed five of my citizens earlier. You deserve it, kid."
"I can't help it," Raiden shrugged at the older, his eyes with a cool gaze. "I was running. They were in my way. Some of them were hostile and were going to kill me, likely."
"You are a trespasser," Dante cut in.
"..Point taken. However, I.. I wouldn't have ended their lives if I could have helped it," the boy tried to reason. "Trust me, I didn't ask to be forced to sneak into this castle. It was the closest.."
He trailed, realizing he had said too much. He hoped Dante wouldn't notice. The older perked up, his eyes shining in the light. Raiden felt like a mouse being forced to back up into a trap. "Closest from what?" The mage asked, his eyes shining. "What are you running from, boy?"
"Someone. Someone who has put me through a lot of pain," Raiden looked to his hands. He wished that he was back in his rightful body. He hated being so weak. "It was the closest hiding place from where I ran from."
"That's interesting. Coarshire Stronghold is the furthest away from most towns, and the closest to Streganna Castle. I'm surprised you were running from a town so far. Are you.. Perhaps, looking to meet Queen Gueanor?"
"No!" the smaller cried, his eyes pleading. He clutched the blanket, his lip trembling. Another downside of this body; he was prone to cry like a child. "I.. She's great, but I don't need to meet her."
Dante narrowed his eyes. Something about Raiden was off to him. He decided he didn't care about what the boy's intention was, or his purpose. The mage needed to learn more about his being. His magic.
"How were you able to cast a spell without chanting in such a short amount of time? And how did you make it without killing yourself? From the looks of things, you've been starved for a few days. Most men that cast a spell with a chant on an empty stomach severely injure themselves or die," Dante's voice had risen from his excitement. Raiden finally realized that the books in the room were all spell books.
For a while, Raiden was silent. He wasn't sure how to answer. He could say the truth; he was the prince, his mother was crazy, and with his soul had come his magic abilities. But something told him that Dante wouldn't fall for that. Adjusting himself, he looked at Dante, bracing himself.
"I've always known magic. I was born with this. I just think of something, and.. It happens. To be honest, I would have died if I had gotten much further. This body can't withstand much," he looked to his hands, a sad look in his eyes. "I wonder if dying would have been easier for me.
"Woah there, tiger," Dante held up his hands. He didn't like the sudden turn of emotion that had happened. Even though Raiden was a murderer, he was still a child- or so he appeared to be. "What's up with the sudden depressing tone? I mean, you'll probably be punished for the deaths of my people, but.. Why do you want it so bad?" When Raiden was silent, Dante thought back to what the kid had said earlier. "Is the person you're running from really that bad?" Raiden nodded to him, looking up again.
Dante stood from his seat, staring at Raiden. The boy was mysterious. Parts of his story didn't add up. It was possible Raiden came from Streganna, in which case one of the mistresses living there was missing a slave. Or, one of the royal family members was looking for him. Dante wasn't aware of any call for slaves if there was one, however, the nearest town was miles on foot away. Then again, with the level of magic waves coming from the boy, he could have used a teleportation spell. The only problem with that was that the boy would have had to have stepped foot on Coarshire's grounds.
The warlock groaned, rubbing his temples. Just figuring out one part of the puzzle was hurting his brain. He looked up at Raiden, glaring at the kid. He only got angrier when the kid just stared at him with those dull eyes. The raven haired boy was a mystery, and he had the nerve to look at the greatest warlock without showing any emotion during an interrogation. He wondered if Raiden had even realized that all of his wounds were gone.
"Well, boy, I need to think about the information you have given me.. Until we figure out what to do with you, you will be spending your days in my room with me. I don't trust you in any other room. And before you get comfortable in my bed.. You're sleeping on the floor. Mutts do not get to sleep on the bed with their owners," Dante placed his hands on his hips, puffing. "I have many more rules for you to learn.. Are you even listening!?" The mage realized that Raiden had turned away. He sighed, staring at the boy. He had a feeling his few days with the boy would be tough. -
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Dante later sent a request for his knights to search for any news on missing slaves or children. Nothing about a boy named Raiden was said. A few missing slaves had been reported, though the raven haired boy fit none of the descriptions. Most of them were rebellious, older than him, and had blonde, brown, or red hair. None had black hair with simple eyes and a scrawny body. While healing the boy, he had seen a symbol on his hip that was covered in scars. The symbol had given him chills, though it did nothing to assist him in finding out where Raiden came from.
More importantly, the boy was odd. He was horribly obedient. If Dante wanted him to scrub the floors, he would silently drop on his knees and start helping the maids cleaning. If he had questions, the boy would answer them. If someone asked for his help, he would help. When the knights bullied him, he took their punches without hurting them back. It angered the mage. If he had hoped to run, why wasn't he trying harder now?
It was his third day, having the boy officially living there. As he sent off a knight to check for any new reports, Raiden walked up, a dull expression on his face. Dante's fist curled up at the sight. Raiden never smiled. He always had no expression. Only his eyes really said anything.
On the other end, Raiden knew that he had Dante fulled. If he tried to act like the way he had been raised- kind, always smiling, easy to read- he would likely have been killed. He supposed that playing for a slave wouldn't be hard. Luckily, it hadn't been hard at all. Dante had stopped focusing on where he came from and was more interested in Raiden himself; or so Raiden thought.
As he entered Dante's office, he felt the light tension coming from the older in the air. He smirked lightly, walking over to his desk. Sitting in the chair that was placed in front of him, Raiden crossed his leg, jutting out his chin.
"So, what are you going to do with me?" the raven asked, staring at Dante. The blonde frowned, looking almost startled by the question. He felt his heart flutter as he realized that the mage might not have an answer for him.
"What am I going to do to you? Isn't it obvious? You're staying here," Dante regained his pose, sitting upright. "You're under my command." He was now attempting to be proper. Raiden scoffed at the sight.
"Wasn't that obvious? That's not what I mean, Dante. You have me here, but I'm not doing anything. You ask less questions now than you used to," Raiden rest his head against his head. This was almost boring to him.
"Perhaps you're just good at answering my questions!" The mage's voice rose, his eyes blazing in anger. The slave had found a way to poke his buttons. He wondered how he had managed to do that in a matter of three days.
"Ohh, am I? So when are you going to set me free?" Raiden asked, narrowing his eyes.
The question stumped Dante. The lord had never thought about releasing Raiden. It hadn't been long, the mage was already attached to the kid. He hadn't harmed anyone since then. No one was looking for him. With his obedience, Dante almost thought of making him his own slave. But he was also aware of the power lurking inside of the small boy. He rubbed his chin, his eyes now crystal like.
Perhaps he wanted the power for himself. Dante knew that the spells were hated by most, but there were a few copies of spell books that contained the most powerful spells. Only the strongest of magic wielders could perform them, and even then, some would perish from the power. He wondered if he could find it in himself to take the magic from the boy. Though he was a slave, the mage felt as if taking it would be wrong.
As Raiden cleared his throat, Dante was brought back to reality. The question was still there. The blonde gulped, feeling heat in his cheeks as he realized the other had been patiently waiting for his answer. Eyeing his room, he coughed as well, his eyes locked on the door frame just above Raiden. He couldn't bring himself to look at the slave eye to eye.
"I haven't decided what to do with you yet. You are an ideal slave. You have helped my people, despite having murdered five of them. You are also patient, and you do not cry unless you are having one of your nightmares. No one has claimed to know you. It's almost as if you are a gift for all of my troubles. However.." Dante inhaled, feeling more heat rush to his face. This time, it was out of slight anger. The blonde felt his mood suddenly taking a turn as all of his frustration from the past three days overwhelmed him. "I despise you. You tell the truth as if you are a book to be read. You openly take assault from my drunken men. You would probably go murder yourself if I asked. You could use your powers to escape, but you don't. Why is that?"
Raiden was startled by the sudden change of pace in the conversation. What had been an innocent question had triggered the older into a small, furious rant. As he sat there in silence, Dante stood from his own seat, walking over. The slave stared up at him in slight disbelief. There was no way that the man would do anything to hurt him. He was't that angry--
He heard a rush of hair from his left ear, and the next thing Raiden knew, a rush of pain was upon his cheek. Dante's strong hand picked him up by his shirt collar, pulling him up out of the seat. He was dazed by the slap, and could only stare at the older helplessly. This body was at an awful disadvantage.
"Why do you do this to yourself, boy? You act like you can be so smug and not be noticed!" Dante was practically screaming now. His face was a tomato-like red, Raiden couldn't help but notice. When the raven realized that the lord was finished talking, he squirmed a little in his grasp, but made no attempt to move.
"I refuse to go back to the place that I ran from. I hoped that proving my worth to you.. Would suffice. That no matter what, you would keep me here. If you need someone to punch, or abuse, I am here. That's what my other.. Owner, I guess.. Used me for. I do not need to be afraid of you as I am of her." The raven shrugged at the older, feeling the strength of the hand failing. "I suppose I'm doing this so you'll let me stay here."
The mage glared down at Raiden, unwilling to speak. His grip on him had all but faded, and he felt himself pulling away to go back to his seat at the desk. Part of him wanted to find out where the boy had come from, to return him and make him feel miserable. However, the idea of having someone to kick around was too good to pass up. He sighed as he felt the cool back of the seat supporting his back. -
"You'll be permitted to stay here, I suppose. It doesn't hurt having a busy bee in Coarshire," Dante admitted unhappily as he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "It also might be enjoyable to spar with you once your wounds have completely healed--"
"Can we spar now?" Raiden interrupted Dante, and blushed, covering his mouth. At the stare, the boy looked down at his feet, for the first time feeling awkward. If he ever felt like a child, now was the worst part of it. "I mean, can we please spar? I'm all healed, I promise. I'm itching to get back at you for kicking me down."
Dante snorted at the raven in disbelief. He had several pieces of glass burrowed into his skin from the fall from the window, and he had found various whip lashes, brands, and other markings all over the boy's body. He had been surprised that Raiden had made it so far with all of that. With magic, he had been able to heal most of it, but the boy wasn't scar free. His body still had to cope with having been food deprived for so long.
"So you want to get kicked down even more, boy? Challenge accepted. Prepare to eat my boot," Dante stood, knocking his chair back. Raiden almost stumbled out of his chair, his eyes wide.
"You don't mean.. Right now?" The boy asked, rather shocked. Then again, he knew very well that the blonde wasn't exactly the most patient person in the castle. If he wanted something done, it would be done in godspeed.
"Yes, I mean right now. Come on, you idiotic cur, get out of this office. We're going outside. Go, go!" His eyes shining, the older made large hand gestures at the boy, forcing him out of the room.
Side by side, the two walked towards Coarshire's entrance. Whenever the pair passed a group of workers or knights, they would bow to Dante, but he didn't seem to care. He wasn't even bothering to Raiden to keep up with him. The poor boy was practically running beside him.
By the time the knights had pushed the door open for them, and they made it onto the soft green grass, Raiden was out of breath. This small body was not suited for keeping up with a tall man who had the attention span of a squirrel and the strength of an ox. Dante glanced down at the puffing boy and swat the back of his head, unhappy.
"You already looked so worn out from just walking. You really are helpless," he insulted Raiden as he waked a few feet away from the castle. Raiden pouted, starting to go to the other end of the field. He couldn't help the fact that his body could only handle so much.
The raven found a comfortable grassy area to stand on, his bare feet being ticked by the grass on his feet. He glanced down at his toes, wiggling them. This was the first time he had been outside since he had tried to escape the castle. He could finally enjoy the lazy feeling he got while he stood there. A cool breeze swept from the sea that was but a few miles away, making the air cool but not too cold. The grass swayed in the wind, dancing as the wind sang a song in his ears.
Raiden closed his eyes, tilting his head up towards the sun. The warmth was comfortable. He wanted to stand there forever. It was easy to forget about his mother, about his brothers that were being fooled by her, about his scars and his pain, even the--
"KID!" Dante screamed at Raiden, jolting him from his thoughts. He opened his eyes, glancing at the other with another small pout forming. The smaller almost didn't want to fight. He wanted to settle down in the grass and rest there. However, he had asked for the opportunity to fight. He only hoped that he would be able to win.
"Listen up!" the blonde continued, not caring whether or not Raiden could hear him. "You can use any magic, so long as it is not black magic. You hit the castle, you're dead. You hurt someone else, you're dead. You win once the other side begs for mercy. Understood? No? Great!" Dante's arm shoot up in the air. Raiden had no time to prepare himself as the older's arm fell, and the battle began. -
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As soon as Dante's hand hit his side, a smirk took over his face. Raiden realized that he was standing above a spell circle that was swirling and glowing with energy. He barely had time to cast a protective shield before a blast of red light engulfed the place he was standing on. As soon as the spell finished, he jumped back, watching Dante's face. He would have to be passive in this fight. Too many offensive spells would sap his energy.
Raiden closed his eyes, and a white light covered his body. Dante watched as he disappeared from view. The mage scoffed, disappointed in the boy. An invisible spell was a cheap way to win a fight. Luckily, he knew what would help him in this fight. Holding out his hand, he blew as if he were blowing out candles on a cake. Smoke appeared in his hand, and it began to fill the area.
The raven cursed silently as the smoke began to follow him. The invisibility spell was easily put down by smoke. An outline would be apparent. He had to get out of the older's range. However, it was too late; the smoke had found his feet and was climbing up his legs. A gap where he was standing was there. Dante laughed, twirling and holding out his hand. A ball of fire produced from his hand and flew towards the smaller.
Raiden tried to move out of the way, but the fire caught his arm. He yelped in pain as the area it touched burned. Magic fire hurt worse than real fire. His invisibility spell wore off as his focus turned towards healing the burn. A hand over the mark, he ran towards Dante, a pink spark in his eyes.
The raven slammed his hand down on the ground. The ground began to shake, and vines erupted from the floor. They made their way towards Dante. He shot another blast of fire at them, though they kept growing. He attempted to jump away from them, but they were persistent. A vine wrapped around his ankle, binding him to the ground. The older tried to yank his leg away, but the vines were too strong. He looked across the field at Raiden.
Raiden was sitting there, his eyes closed. The sight of him being so calm on the battlefield sent chills down the blonde's spine. He watched as the small boy opened his eyes, and stood. He felt the vines starting to squeeze his leg, and Dante couldn't help but yowl at the feeling. His bones were slowly being broken, and he couldn't stop it without hurting himself.
As the slave approached him and the pain slowly got more antagonizing, Dante tried to think of a spell that would give him an upper hand. Perhaps a cage spell would distract the raven long enough to get him away. Or casting doubles of himself, forcing Raiden to use his energy picking them off to find the real him. Both sounded like good options to get him away from the vines.
Raiden had been approaching Dante, his eyes cold as always. He wondered if the older would be worried. He could easily break his limbs, and force him into surrendering. Worse, he could kill the older, and rid himself of the man who was poking too much into his life. They were both good options, but he wasn't sure which one to act on. One might make him feel more guilty than he had the night he killed five citizens trying to escape.
Before he could make a decision, a loud boom was sounded above him. Raiden looked up and cowered in fear as he saw an electric cage come down from the sky and land above him. He lost focus, and the vines descended back into the realm they had been summoned from. The boy tried to touch the cage, but was instantly shocked by the magic flowing through its currents. He looked up for Dante, but the man was nowhere in sight.
No.. Raiden saw him reappear in the corner of his eye. He must have used an invisible spell. But, with a growing concern, he saw another Dante appear on his left side. And another in front of him. The boy blinked, wondering what was going on. He felt queasy once he realized that there were several Dantes appearing. He turned in the cage, hopeless, as they all laughed at him. "Ready to play, kiddo?" they taunted as they advanced towards him.
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