The King of Lions

♕ -  Before him was a disturbing edge to the gravity of the sorrows that plagued this man. Similar, Sora finds it so similar a foe he fought once upon a time, an amalgamation of lingering spirit tied with the corrosive dark flames of vengeance that proceeded to keep a soul stripped of so much to persist and endure. It would entice a frightful edge of respect if it wasn’t for the way he could literally feel the effects upon this man’s heart. Faint as the dead breezes that graze sadly over these lands, but the extent of the wielder’s empathy find a connection with that determination, the hurt created by this supposed woman that drove him to such madness.

Sora’s teeth clenched with an edge of frustration at the how hollow the bloody beat of war had rended this man into. Death as the end all be all, death as the solution, death as the sole way to create peace?! His eyes wavered initially as if the weight of these pressing questions would succeed in making him turn tail, yet.. They didn’t. Even with the premise of abyssal end settled by the prince’s spear aimed towards his heart, what caused the elevated beating wouldn’t be the promise of a dreaded end, this wasn’t fear that was causing his heart to sing! “Your way? Is ending people the only way you can see things being made right?!”

Fanning these verbal flames would be the fury drawn from such a depressing outlook. Within those eyes was a resolute shine glinting in them. “I’ll tell you what I intend to do! With this left hand, with my right, with everything I have I intend to do my part in making life better for people in anyway that I can!”

”And you know what? I don’t believe death is the ultimate answer to that at all. Fighting is an inevitability and that’s one fact I’ll never forget. If your idea is to make me think I need to become something I’m not is the answer to make a difference, then I’m going to apply my all in showing you there is another way! Whether you’re on my road to that or not is completely up to you.” He boldly declares. With a single fist clenched, the that solitary eye harboring such emotions would find itself challenged by this youth.

   “And what of those already dead?! Would you deny them their vengeance?! Ignore their cries and act as though their deaths were meaningless?! That the ones responsible do not deserve their lives ended?!” A booming roar would be given as a response to this child’s hopeful claims, that beacon of light doing naught but burn the eye of the long shattered Prince. There was no more room for that kind of thinking, optimism was blindness..and murder, justice.

   “They do not tire like you and I. Their torment will be endless until I can grant them their peace, their screams echoing for me to slay that vile woman! You strike down those creatures without remorse, why?! Because they are monsters? Yet when the monsters wear a face like ours, your naive morals will only get you killed in their place.” His rage driven roars would slowly fade, his tone eventually dimming into nothing more than a tired growl. He was..trying to help this ‘ally’ survive, to avoid another face being added to those that haunt him, even if his means of doing so were far twisted and warped by his haunted perspective.

DOESNT WANT HIS FRIENDS TO DIE ALONE!

On the other:

“You are being foolish. As princess of this kingdom, I demand you lower your weapon.”

She wasn’t going to have some madman running around scaring people. Not in her kingdom. She wasn’t afraid to fight back, if she had to. She was the greatest magic user in the entire kingdom, and she wasn’t afraid to use it to her advantage. She wasn’t sure what kind of magic he had up his sleeve, so she would have to be careful. Play it cautious, as to avoid any unnecessary injuries. Hands remain calmly at her sides.

She may not have been afraid, but she also didn’t plan to show any anger, as well. There was no point in getting angry, it would only cloud her ability to fight properly.

She does as he’d warned.

She summoned her weapon, made entirely out of light magic.

“No one needs to die today. But if you force my hand, I will have no choice but to end you. You are scaring the villagers, and I cannot allow that. I do not know where you come from, but you do not seem to understand that this can be resolved peacefully. That castle is my home, if you ever came there, it is me you would have been answering to anyway. I am Zelda. Princess of Hyrule. And I do not allow anyone intimidate me, or my people.”

She was prepared. Prepared to summon Nayru’s Love if he proved too strong for her swordsmanship. Ready to summon Din’s Fire if she had to show him what magic was really capable of. If she had no other option, she would burn him alive. He was really leaving her no choice but to fight, which she truly did not want to do. But a woman had to be able to protect herself in this day and age, and Zelda was no exception.

“I am giving you one last chance. Lower your weapon, and I will lower mine.”

   A Princess? That certainly wasn’t what he had expected to see long before reaching that ever looming castle upon the horizon. No matter..he had been betrayed once before, he would not give the chance for another royal to plant a knife into his back.

   Yet, her words held some truth..if he wished to leave this world, she would likely be one of the few beings to know how and be able to send him back.

   Silently his weapon would lower, for now, and his stance return to a more..passive state. Seemed he might truly be the monster he thought he was becoming after all..terrorizing the land of a distant realm and spilling blood of any in his way for the sake of his own ends.

                   The similarity to a certain woman made him sick.

   “Fine.” A sharp and somewhat begrudging answer would be given to her terms, the bared fangs and hatred filled gaze of this King of Lions now settling into a mere cautions demeanor. “I’ll cooperate..but raise your weapon to me and aim to take advantage of my cooperation, and your kingdom will lose their Princess. Understand?” A rather..violent means of agreeing to some form of a peaceful outcome, a rare choice from this paranoid and untrusting beast of a man. For now though..there would be no farther bloodshed caused by him.

♕ -  Relief wouldn’t hold a candle to the conscious need of prepared that Dimitri’s will instigated at the drop of a dime. Cleaving through the shadows in order to reveal the inky dripping tip would be none other than the very spear that provided him life so far. The keybearer found his body freezing up with a distinct sense of recognition as the heavy sorrows laden across this battlefield was far from reaped. The belief he held that the Heartless may of been plaguing him heavily couldn’t of been more false.

That commanding tone of the prince naturally causes Sora’s features to grow taut as he straightens himself up. Any sense of camaraderie believed to be instill was now realized to carry an flimsy foundation of support. Unable to wear his heart anywhere else but upon his sleeve, the inherent sting of those words visible showed on his face, hurt alongside understanding. This was another harsh truth upon the battlefield, a sullen story he seen re-enacted within many different worlds, so many scenarios. “Sora! My name is Sora!”

Strength wouldn’t be sapped away from his tone with adversity of humanity now in his way instead. Despite not holding any wishes to potentially fight the man before him, the hostile aura of the grounds naturally causes the teen’s composure to remain firm. “Those creatures are the sole reason I’m here. You’ve seen it too, didn’t you, those hearts that got released into the sky after we finished all of them off?”

He wouldn’t tear his determined gaze away from the singular eye that held such turmoil. The presence of that.. It was practically palpable, determined in it’s own way to drown the weak it’s depths of fury. Sora however held the strength of heart to keep himself stable underneath such scrutiny. “They’re the Heartless. And if they’re allowed to run rampant, then this world– the people, everything could be in danger of being eaten alive here. They’re the darkness personified.”

“And I’m on a quest to put a stop to their main plan.”

        Those hearts..

   He had seen them, yet, amidst the already strange sights and ever present madness within his mind..this could all be another wild and twisted delusion. Yet, they felt real once struck, the fight against them all had a physical effect upon his body..if the creatures were truly there, then those strange hearts also being real was not the most difficult thing to believe.

   He’d give the being before him a moment longer to explain before deciding whether or not to attack him as well. He would not let his guard down however, the tip of his weapon still being trained directly towards the boy’s chest.

   “This world is already drowned in darkness and filled with heartless evils..there is no room for the weak or kindhearted anymore. If you plan to act so carelessly and rush into battles that do not concern you, you’ll just die like countless others have. If you wish to see darkness purged from this world then don’t stand in my way.

                    I’ll kill that wretched woman with my own hands.”

   Even the simple mention of this particular woman would cause the tired and broken Prince to grit his teeth and tighten his grip..his rage ran deeper than any lone soul should ever be allowed to suffer. In his fractured mind, surely these creatures of evil must be in league with she who he holds most wicked..no matter the truth, if they wished to flock to him and stand between him and his vengeance, they too would simply be more enemies to slay.