In word and deed I follow my king

Spinning kick. Deflected. Flurry of punches. Blocked. Too much power behind the next punch. Use it.

Belial turned. His opponent kept moving forward. His opponent saw his mistake as he was making it, too late to correct. Belial had a hold of his opponent’s arm. He flung his opponent to the ground. His fist came down into his opponent’s face. The boy winced, but it was a mock blow, it didn’t connect. Belial had won.

Pull him to his feet. Stand away. Bow.

It was a series of moments too quick for the eye that stood between success and failure.

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Inspiration: Fast
Word Count: 100

Belial opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. He wanted to lift his hands to his face but his body disagreed. His abdomen was sore and tightly bound. His chest was similarly bound and his ribs ached. His head was sore both inside and out. He flexed his hands, both seemed intact, but he was just too tired to lift either arm. He felt clammy and he smelled none too good.

So he was alive then.

The man groaned. Richard. Belial’s vision was clearing and he was remembering now. Richard. Belial had been stabbed on the field and then beaten in front of his king. Richard. The king had fought vainly against his captors in his desperation to save Belial. Richard. His king’s name was a mantra in his head. Richard.

Richard had been captured by the enemy. Belial had failed Richard. Richard was now at the mercies of his enemies. Belial closed his eyes and wished hed hadn’t survived.

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Inspiriation: musing_way Week 64: Survival
Fandom: The Legend of Dragoon
Character: Belial (original character)
Disclaimer: The Legend of Dragoon and its characters are property of sony entertainment. Belial is my own invention.
Wordcount: 160

They took us from orphanages, poor families, and the streets, children in need of homes, shelter, food, and education. They took us to the southern Villude Mountains, to a place they called the Wind Dragon’s Hollow. It consisted of a forest and a gigantic cavern where we ate, slept, and lived. We knew that place like the backs of our hands, like each other’s faces, like our teachers’ voices.

They were called the Wind Lancers, and I was grateful to them but never happy to be there. Not until the day Richard came. I was fifteen and considered an ‘Elder Brother’. He was twelve and, though I did not know it at the time, the Prince of the Sovereign State of Sandora. He was placed into my care as one of my ‘Younger Brothers’. It was my job to reinforce lessons, take them through drills, and protect them.

It might seem strange, but we all slept in great piles over the floor of our dormitory. At least the boys did. I do not know what the girls did, but I gather it was much the same thing. It was not the first choice of the older boys. We had beds of our own, but the younger boys were easily scared and would cling to us, or sometimes they would just wrestle about until they toppled over and slept where they fell. Our teachers allowed us all to pile together believing that it created stronger bonds between us, like how a pack of dogs sleeps together, and I think it was true. I had never before trusted a group of people so implicitly as I do the men those boys grew up to be. I have never loved someone so absolutely as I do my king who was once my prince.

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Inspiration: muse_prompts Wednesday word prompt - "Togetherness"
Title: Brothers
Fandom: Legend of Dragoon
Characters: Belial, Richard (original characters)
Wordcount: 300

With a fierce roar Belial leaped forward, his sword coming up before him. The tip of the blade cut through the assassin’s leather armour as though it were cheesecloth and sank to the hilt in unresisting flesh. Richard’s face was blanked by surprise. He blinked at the red tip of the sword that had killed his assailant. Belial retracted the sword and it came away with a fleshy tearing sound. The soldier’s body fell and Richard took one long step to his left, out of the dead man’s path of descent. Belial’s head whipped back and forth, quickly looking for more assassins. It was only when he was sure that the danger had passed that he turned back to Richard, his sharp eyes staring into his friend’s.

“Richard,” his voice was like the steel of his sword, “I told you to be careful! Why did you leave my sight?!”

Richard gave Belial an unamused look and the soldier struggled to rein himself in.

“That is unimportant, Belial. What is important,” He pointed to the body at his feet, “there are infiltrators in my city. This will not do. Take your knighthood and sweep the city.”

Belial went to attention and saluted, “Yes my king. Let me accompany you to the castle first, Sir.”

Richard nodded but didn’t move. Instead he was looking down at his cape.

“Sir?” Belial asked, but he got no response from the King. “Sir…why…did you leave the escort?”

Richard looked up at Belial and then back down. After a moment his hand appeared from under the cape and moved it aside. Belial’s brows rose in surprise at the sight of the very small child that had apparently hidden herself under the king’s cape and was now clinging to his leg.

“Sire…”

“She was crying.”

Belial stared at his sovereign. How had the man even heard the sound of a child crying over the wheels of the carriage, the tramping of horses’ hooves, and the rattle of swords and armour? The king carefully removed himself from the child’s grip and bent to pick her up. She still looked scared, but allowed Richard to lift her from the ground and balance her against his side.

Belial felt his chest warm and a smile tugged at his mouth, “Shall we search for her parents, Sire?”

Richard nodded.

Belial let out a soft sigh and saluted again, “Yes my king.”

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Inspiration: daily_prompt - Prompt 701: Roar
Title: Vigilance
Fandom: Legend of Dragoon
Characters: Belial, Richard (Original Characters)
Rating: T
Words: 400