Darkrealms: Warmorning

Warmorning

The drums sounded throughout the Obsidian castle. Wake up time. Haythia groaned and rolled over, not wanting to get up. Every morning for three years the drums would sound through the castle at four in the bloody morning and Haythia was forced to get out of her bed and train in the art of war. She hated it. But at the same time, the monster Haythia was now lusted for it. But for the past few months her trainer, Andreas Seset, would wake Haythia up in the kindest of ways.

As these thoughts went through Haythia's head, she felt the weight of the bed shift and without opening her eyes she knew the Andreas had come. "Good morning, love." He said gently. Haythia turned to face him. Andreas. Haythia whispered his name in her head. Andreas was the right hand of the man Haythia hated most, her trainer, and her secret lover. The moment Haythia first set foot in the Obsidian castle Andreas, and Andreas alone, had been kind to her.

"Morning." Haythia finally said after a few moments of silence. But as Haythia's eyes met Andreas' she didn't see the usual calm content look on his face. No, this time a look of worry and concern was all Haythia was greeted with. "Whats wrong?" Haythia asked. Andreas' sea green cat eyes held no light. "Elleron..." Andreas paused. A flare of hate shot through Haythia's body. "Elleron has decided that we go to war today." Andreas finished. Great. Yet another day ruined by the bastard, Elleron. Haythia sat upright. "Now?" she asked. "He said that we are to be on the battlefield by sunrise." Haythia cursed under her breath. Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the Darkrealms. He was the man who brought Haythia here. He was the man who ruined her life. He was the man that was using her. He was the man Haythia hated like nothing else. "I'll..." Andreas sighed. "I'll be in the arena. Come down your ready." he said getting out of the bed and heading for the door. Haythia could tell the he too was upset at Elleron's last-minute decision.

Haythia got out of bed and headed for her wardrobe. The dark morning didn't help her mood any. "War. The idiot." Haythia said walking into her wardrobe, looking for the right armor. Every "war" that Haythia fought for Elleron only lasted a couple hours, and only on rare occasion did the "war" last more than a few days. They were more like really big fights and scrambles. Elleron always won. No, Haythia always won. Elleron just got the credit.

Sighing harshly Haythia picked out an old suit out of three choices. "...I haven't worn this in forever." She said looking at her old leather sparing-suit. It consisted of a pair of shorts, a single-sleeved tank top, a right shoulder guard, arm guards, boots, and a belt. "I hope the enchantments still work. I don't want to have to come running back to change when they don't." Haythia said to herself. The armor had two enchantments on it. One was that no matter how much Haythia grew, it would always fit her. The second was that after the armor was hit a couple times, a protective shield of magic would cover Haythia's body until any one piece of the armor was removed.

Haythia took the armor off the wooden manequin in lived on and draped the items over her arm. She would put it on in a minute.

Haythia then proceeded over to her weapons closet. Haythia looked through the blades in the closet. After a moment, she spotted the two she wanted. The weapons were two swords in the shape of lop-sided diamonds, with smaller side of the diamond near the hilt. There was no hand guards on either of the blades for reasons Haythia did not know.

Haythia held the blades firmly. Elleron Rawdroll. Boy did he have it coming. "When this is over Elleron will finally pay for everything. With his life." Haythia assured herself as she left her room. "Everything."

Haythia had been human once.

Haythia dodged another one of Andreas' attacks. "Your mad." Haythia said as she lunged back at Andreas. "So are you." Andreas said moving aside just in time to dodge Haythia's attack. "Damn strait." She said, her anger growing with each passing second. A small sliver of light could be seen on the horizon and Haythia wished that she could be fighting Elleron himself and not for him. Haythia's anger was burning hot.

"When was the the last time you fed?" Andreas asked Haythia as they spared. "I don't remember." She said, tripping Andreas and holding her sword to his throat. "Okay you win the spar." Andreas said nervously. Haythia withdrew her blade and turned to face one of the dummies. "How do you think your going make it?" Andreas asked as he stood and brushed the dust off his tunic. "What do you mean? I've lasted this long." Haythia spat as she moved from dummy to dummy, leaving a trail of shredded fabric and stuffing cotton in her wake. "You'll be surrounded by blood. The smell of it will drive you crazy." Andreas told her, walking over to a bench and sitting down. Haythia slashed the head off the last dummy. "You've taught me to hold back. You've taught me how to channel my hunger into power." Haythia said turning to Andreas, the anger burned clearly in her eyes. No amount of dummies could stand in for Elleron. Andreas nodded. "Yes, I guess I did." He said, looking at Haythia worriedly.

Haythia walked over and sat beside Andreas on the bench. She leaned on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. "Is there any way I can be me again?" Haythia asked Andreas, a sadness in her voice that only he heard. "No... Once bitten. Always bitten." Andreas told her. Haythia cursed. Elleron was a pure blood-born vampire, the last of his kind, and he had bitten Haythia three years ago and made her a "bitten vampire". Ever since then, Haythia had been dark, mean, and lusted for blood and battle. Only very rarely did Haythia seem human, and even then, it was not the same.

The drums sounded and Haythia once again was overcome with hate. "I swear when this is over..." Haythia said standing with clenched fists. "We'll get through this. C'mon." Andreas said, taking Haythia's hand and walking out of the arena.

Haythia stabbed a young human soldier, no older than eighteen. She looked at the fake courage in his eyes dieing eyes. "Stupid." She scorned. "Each time I fight, our enemy's soldiers keep getting younger and younger. And they think it will help. Sehctib." Haythia said withdrawing her blade from the boy's chest.

Haythia lunged at another soldier, digging her sword into him, and then lunging at the next and the next. She used her swords like grappling hooks and the men like cavern walls, propelling herself through the mass of humans and demons. The humans were the only ones dieing right now. As she did this, Haythia looked for the brown hair and cat ears of her love, Andreas, but was unsuccessful in finding him. But she did see Elleron. That was something that Haythia grudgingly respected Elleron for, he fought alongside his people.

When Haythia could see the tops of the enemy tents she stopped lunging and killing and snaked through the crowd until she reached the edge of the battlefield. The sent of blood was still strong in her nose and Haythia had to stop for a moment to control her urges. She was saving her hunger for Elleron. Haythia was doing this one last battle for him. Then, she would kill him. Never had Haythia gone this long without feeding on the blood she now needed. That hunger and power was going to rid the world the tyrant once and for all.

Elleron had told Haythia to deal with this king swiftly and quietly. The faster, the better. If she could finish this fast and without trouble, it would only help her in killing Elleron faster.

Haythia walked up the the biggest tent, obviously the tent on the king. The scent of something extremely sweet replaced the smell of blood and Haythia nearly hurled. "What is that?" She asked in disgust as she walked closer to the tent. Haythia highly disliked sweet things. Even when she was human, she had not liked them.

The sweet smell only got stronger as Haythia got closer. Great. She thought as she looked through a crack in the tent fabric, just so she knew what she was up against. Inside the tent she saw two guards and a very fat king sitting in a fancy chair eating baked sweets. Well this is going to be easy.

Haythia walked around to the front of the tent and just walked in. He was a fat, lazy, king with only two guards to protect him. Sneaking in would be more work.

The fat king heard her come in. "Whoever you are, go away!" He said. Haythia shook her head. This fool truly had no idea what was coming. When the king noticed that Haythia hadn't left he snapped his fingers at the two guards.
"Remove the intruder." He told them, and they moved in to take Haythia out.

When the guards were close enough Haythia took her swords and stabbed them into the guards. When the king heard the last groans of the guards, he looked up. Just then Haythia withdrew the swords from the chests of the guards and they fell limp, dead, and cold to the ground. The smell of intense fear flooded Haythia's nose. "W-what are y-you doing w-w-woman?!" The king demanded shakily as Haythia approached him. Haythia said nothing. "How d-d-dare you k-kill the men t-that are of h-h-higher status then y-you?!" He demanded again. Still Haythia said nothing.

Haythia put her blade to the king's throat, her amythist eyes held no compassion. In fact, all she could feel right now was the numbness of her hate. "W-w-what are you?" the king asked, gulping in his last breath. "A puppet." Haythia said sadly, and before the king could say anything more, Haythia cut his head off with one swift stroke.

The smells of fear, blood, and the sweet things wafted into Haythia's nose. She looked over at the sweets. "I wonder..." She said, picking up one of the sweets. Maybe, they did not taste as bad as they smelled.

Haythia took a small bite and spit is right back out. "Gross!" She said, throwing the sweet to the ground. She had been wrong about them tasting batter then the smelled. Haythia looked around the room for something to wash her mouth out. She found a half empty bottle of wine and took a long swig.

When she had washed the taste of sugar from her mouth, Haythia set the wine bottle back on the table and picked up the head of the dead king by the hair and exited the tent.

Haythia looked around for a place where she could show that the Darkrelms had won this battle. She found a platform with a horn on it. Most likely used to tell the troops what to do. "It'll work." She said and she walked up the steps to the horn.

Haythia took a deep breath and blew into horn. It sounded loudly all throughout the battlefield. Everybody, human and demon alike, turned in her direction. Haythia raised the king's head high. "Your king is dead!" She yelled. "Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the Darkrealms has won! If you value your life, run back to your homes, pack-up, and leave these lands! For they are ours now!" Haythia yelled to the crowd. She knew that not everyone could hear her or see her but the message would spread and soon the battlefield would be empty. Haythia looked at down where the battlefield started and she saw Elleron looking up at her with a smug and content look on his blood splattered face. His icey blue eyes no longer able to melt her hatred. Just wait. She thought. And I'll wipe that smile right off your smug little face.