The fire burns within his eyes. Clay scrambles away seeing the now dead corpses of what was his family.
The year was 1347. Rats were dangerous to human race.
As Clay watches the bodies burn, the sound of the door breaking down scares him. He looks to see a man. The cross on his helmet. Like any knight. His hood over his helmet and armor hiding withing his brown cloak. He nears Clay slowly. Not caring about the blaze that heats his clothing.
Even if Clay’s mother was the only Alchemist in the royal family, she couldn’t have found a cure. Not the one Clay has already in his DNA. His brother has passed away due to the infection of the rats. Clay mourned his brothers death. The royal Alchemist’s great work was never fulfilled. And for his father, another tragic death to mourn.
Vitalis stands before Clay, the now only prince of the family. A young teen. Still a child. Clay’s body was unmovable. He was scared. Already had he seen his family die.
A rock hits Vitalis. Knocking him just a few inches away from the prince. Clay looks to see a young girl, her hair was long in a ponytail. Her outfit was rubbish, but had a great sense in venture. Still a little childish. The girl looks to Clay, “Don’t just stand there!” She runs off. Clay follows after. Avoiding the man’s grab.
“Who are you?” Clay asks, catching up to the girl. They stop and rest undereath the castles bridge. Away from the rain and storm. “I’m Rikkun. Rikkun Larsson,” she says lighting a small torch, “You?”
“Clay. Clay Sanner.” He looks to the flame on the torch, “What exactly were you doing in the castle?” Rikkun frowns, “Helping the others escape. Have you not heard? They want to kill us- children.” Clay looks down exhaling. “I do not understand..” He says.
“Neither do I. I’ve heard things around when I was theiving before this disaster happened. I have not heard of this agreement to trade children or kill them.” Rikkun looks to her pendant, “I was taken away from my mother and father.”
“I’m sorry. My home now is no home. Where do I go?” Clay looks to Rikkun. Her small faint cheerful smile warms him, “I have a place. You can rest there. It’s a little far,” she looks around, “We aren’t quite safe here. So let us go.” Clay nods his head following the girl. A girl he has never met before.
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