Après The Serpents Wrath

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Men x men, beware.

R18+ contents. Read at your own risk!

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"Get out, you fool!" He uttered while panting.

Theon froze and couldn't move an inch.

This man was slumped on the ground, its ridiculous heat was emitting the walls of the cave and he was a total mess. His member was out and Theon just widened his eyes in shock.

The man looked like it was suffering while trying to fap its member. He gritted his teeth and groaned in frustration. His long black silky hair was touching the ground.

Theon's knees was about to give up with the view his seeing. He could not grasp the reality he was facing at the moment.

With eyes full of worry and brows met.

‘How did things turned out like this?’ Theon thought.

Now, let's move backwards. Where everything was still vaguely pleasant.

THE evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. As the people gathered at the centre of this ruling village.

One of the many people was named Theon. A warrior who serves and protect the people of his village. Despite his sensitive features like pale smooth skin, grey coloured pupils and black-haired. His strength was like any other warrior; For, although he suffered in vain with the people who lived and lost, he tightens the wall of his heart to not forlorn to death.

It was the moment that Theon decided to disarm all his weapons; Swords, shields and even his bow and arrows. The man was convinced that this night will be covered in tranquillity. He stared and rejoiced the looks of the people. Such a rare view to see how such sereneness can be cast in a few blistering smiles. Endless wars now and then.

"Theon, you should come and join us dance!" A woman with brown skin indicated to him.

Theon smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about me, Mikka. Why are you dancing tonight, if I may ask?"

With blistering eyes she answered, "Well, Zynthia once told us that we should feast once in a while after a long tiring day. The woman of our village then decided to celebrate it today."

Thom was still confused. He furrowed his brows.

Mikka saw his face's movement so she continued.

"Can't you feel the air? Somehow, it brings us tranquillity and sereneness. We deserve this at last."

The woman, Mikka tapped his shoulders and went back to dancing.

Theon thought, 'Indeed, a time so unreachable should be celebrated'.

Even so, his smile faded as a memory from the past has reminisced from his mind. It was never forgotten, he supposed.

"Should have not let mother Zynthia tell me that story."

A sigh was released. The man sat by a rear trunk of a tree, bowed his head to not ruin the mood of the joyous people circulating the set fire. After all, the man was still weak for his thoughts intention.

He was called by a man with a husky voice later on.

"Theon!"

When he caught the attention of the one he tries to peak its advertence, Theon, he asked, "What's this melancholy I sensed from you?"

Theon glanced at his footing. Brown-haired man, a notch taller than he is and still armed. The man sat right next to him, gazing as though he waits for his response. He shook his head once as he beamed a slight smile reassuring him.

"Everything is alright, Eliaz." 'Twas Theon who responded.

"Are you truly alright? I know you Theon, come on and tell me." He convinced.

"It's Zynthia's stories about my kin." Theon muttered.

"Ah, is that so? You should let it go and focus on what's in front of you." Eliaz inferred to him.

Realizing it, Theom thought that Eliaz was right. There's nothing good in suffering over the pass. He should focused more on protecting the villagers peace and happiness other than the deaths that happened just after his birth.

"You're right, Eliaz. I won't do it again."

Eliaz was relieved. As his head slanted and shrugged his shoulders.

Eliaz and Theon grew up together in this village found in the midst of the woods. His mother raised Theon and was trained to be a warrior by his father, chief of the village. It was taught to us that to acknowledge the strength and acquire it will grant us the peace that we longed for. The peace that they have never had owing to the land conquerors who wishes to take over every land and murder those who oppose them.

Yes, conquerors. A massive group of subduers that's been roaming around the land and opposing adversaries. These conquerors never met their equals and it explains the never-ending war innocent people including Theon are fighting for.

Theon forces himself to believe that this night people will be able to share each other's laughs, vividly looking at each other's eyes and be able to declare a reunion between different families. To share supper with, commemorating success that says that they had finally surpassed a bloodbath fight.

However, as if fate abhors their feast. They fell over a murderous corollary.

As the people in front of him was dancing. Shouts and yells were heard from afar. The downfall of a few men from the front was seen.

"The conquerors are coming!" A young man from their village warned him and Eliaz in his trembling voice.

With immediate instincts, both stood up and Theon began to wear his armour that supports his uppermost body and grabbed the weapons used. Eliaz on the other hand hurriedly ran to protect the people and his family near the entrance.

"Mikka, head to the river!" Theon relentlessly instructed the Mikka and the others who were feasting a while ago.

"Grab the children and head to the river!" He repeated once more.

He and Mikka stared at each other. Mikka's eyes says it all; Sadness and misery. It was not a joyous night after all.

He chased after Eliaz. Mikka guided the people out of the village.

Theon and Eliaz's couldn't believe their eyes as for a moment they had thought that everything was at hand. However, soon after collapsed.

He kept following him to the front where the conquerors might be. But bombs were thrown to each home right after the other and his heart began to palpitate at a ridiculous speed as he set his foot almost near the entrance. Smokes started to get visible above the wooden homes as he realized that Eliaz entered one which belonged to the chief, his father and his mother. Soon after he headed right back outside whereas Theon was waiting.

"The chief is dead." He uttered as his eyes blurred in tears and anger was common to his position.

Theon's eyes slowly widened in shock as he process Eliaz words. "How about your mother?" He asked in grief.

Eliaz just shook his head and that's when Theon realized that none of his presumptions could be true. Like a cycle he avoids with all his strengths, he has lost it.

Nervously, he questioned. "What will we do now, Eliaz. I will take orders from you at this moment."

Eliaz was in much arduous pain, his family has lost and died in a flick of an eye. As though, he wants to be deranged. However, the thought of Theon and the other people still breathing brought him back to sane.

He walked near theon, held his shoulder tightly and stuck their heads. Stared at his eyes and said, "You have to save the people, that's what we have to do. Guide them at the other side of the mountain."

Theon nodded continuously. "What about you, Eliaz?"

He spout nothing but air as he took the man's arrows.

Theon narrowed his brows in confusion seeing Eliaz fixed its armour and his.

"I have to stay here and fight. You have to save the people. There's not much time."

His words stabbed Theon like a sharpened sword. Without a doubt, Theon started to shake his head. 

"No. I have to fight as well. Chief trained me for this day to come, I can't leave you here. My conscience will chase after me 'till death. I'm a warrior, escaping will deduct my honour of strength, Eliaz, I have to fight--"

"No!" He stopped Theon at the middle of its sentence and avoided looking at his gaze. "Escaping is not what I instructed you. The protection of our people is what I asked of you as a warrior."

Eliaz saw that Theon was determined to stay with him. However, Eliaz's side no longer accepts any loss from someone he treats as family. So, he refused to ask Theon to help him at the battle.