Peacekeeper's Wrath

The mira shone like a bright ball of light, illuminating the whole capital with a drizzling heat. Many elves were doing their respective tasks and sharing their thoughts; a group of elves walked towards the capital's straight, where important events were held. They stopped in the middle of the area and began to play their musical instruments; the sound enchanted the nearby elves, capturing their attention.

"Wow...the Rwarter are here!!! Everyone, the Rwarter are here!!!" A fanatic elf shouted.

The Rwarter were the most famous musicians in the elven region, having gathered much fame because of their chanting voices and musical skill. They had been playing for more than twenty years and had filled the whole kingdom with mischievous melodies.

They began their usual performance, and everyone gathered to watch their new melody. Unsettling sounds emerged from their instruments, making the whole audience scratch their heads. They continued the performance, wiggling the echoing sounds.

This time, the chanting melodies turned into a music of sorrow, an elegy. The elves were drifting to the odd music, unaware of the upcoming, sizzling brunette cyclone.

Biting their lips, one elf muttered with confusion, "What was that for?"

The performer gazed with narrowed eyes, "Thank you very much, everyone, for accepting our heartfelt melody." Ronson, the vocalist, muttered. He was the leader of the Rwarter and one of the renowned swordsmen in the elven kingdom.

"Why?" Another elf muttered, her eyes closed in confusion.

"Why? Should I elaborate further?" Ronson muttered, pointing his index finger to the sky.

"Because this is our last performance that you—" he paused and pointed his index finger back to the elves—"could watch!" He smirked and laughed with a menacing voice.

Everyone was scattered with discomfort and disbelief; their eyes clung to so many questions. Their doubtful minds clicked like small clocks; they were surrounded by mischief but couldn't sense it.

A great man emerged; his posture was elegant and beautiful. He wore a black robe with hemlock petals painted on it; his golden hair danced in the wind. He had piercing brown eyes that luminesced with proud experience. He slowly walked towards the staircase and sat on the throne near the performers.

"What is he doing here?" Everyone became more confused and began to murmur; their voices became more evident and vivid.

"Now, everyone!" The man stood and took out a magical purse. One by one, he took out the heads of unknown elves and showed them to the elves around.

Gripping tension broke out, with fear emanating throughout the area. A dark realization embraced their bodies; those were the heads of the five head judges of the elven court. Their necks were cleanly severed, revealing the flawless work of the unknown killer.

"Today is the most awaited day of my life, my charming day, your judgment day, and my sweet revenge!" He muttered; everyone looked tense and began to run away.

"Oops, don't you guys try to run away or move; let's all watch this dancing performance." He shouted; his loud laughter made them tremble with fear.

Those who tried to escape were instantly chopped; a bloodbath startled the remaining elves. The red liquid splashed around the area. Loud tear drops murmured from the remaining elves; cascading sobs poured from their faces.

"Wow, that's it....cry even more...ohhh, the sounds of judgment are really fascinating." He continued his laughter and began to dance with joy.

From the other side of the road, Lady Mirae's group searched for the royal family, doing their best to find any clues. They entered every establishment in front of them. Lhara just finished her inspection inside the Gergon's guild and walked out; she saw her other companions outside the other buildings. A lady holding her baby ran towards her position, grabbed her bandana, and pleaded for help.

"Please help me! And my child!!!" The lady hurriedly muttered; her voice was evident, and her face was hinted with deep fear.

Kiyara and others rushed to her position and took the child into their care. Before they could muster the courage to ask anything, the lady's head was chopped into two pieces. The scene left a huge temple of astonishment; their eyes slipped from their faces; they were too stunned to move their bodies.

The loud cries of the baby brought them back to reality. They quickly took the baby to safety, followed the lady's trail, and stumbled upon a beautiful beach of elven blood.

They unleashed their weapons and looked for the enemy, but to their surprise, no one was alive in the straight. They examined the area only to find the cold bodies of the other elves and the shocking scene of the five chopped heads of the other head judges of the elven court.

Another elf came out with a trembling body, his whole figure clothed in cherry blood. Lhara dashed and took him out of the barrel; she gave him a cup of water, trying to calm him down, but he threw it out of fear.

Lady Mirae didn't waste any time and quickly pressed the guy, "What happened here?" she mumbled; her voice was vivid and soft.

"Noooo!" The guy shouted like a dog barking at strangers.

"Calm down!" Kiyara muttered; her eyes were full of concern.

"Let's make him calm down first!" Kiyara muttered, gazing at Lady Mirae.

She walked to the staircase, sat down, and glanced at the straight. Lhara and the other two calmed him down, and after a minute, the guy managed to gather his courage.

"Can you please tell us what happened here?" Kimberly pressed.

He narrated what happened with a hazy voice tinted with depression; he gritted his teeth while reminiscing the past.

"Who is that man? Can you name him or describe his appearance?" Lady Mirae asked; her voice was painted with curiosity.

The guy narrowed his eyes and tried to recall the image of the man; then he grabbed Lhara's hands and muttered, "Don't, he was a pure demon! You can't defeat him!" His eyes were dreadful and thirsty.

Lhara glared at Kimberly, asking for the answer. "Can't you just name him or describe him?" Lady Mirae pressed.

"He was the—" Before he finished his sentence, the guy collapsed and turned into a corpse.

Another dead end cut their paths, and the boundary between truth sank deeply into the ocean of uncertainties.

"What are we going to do now?" Kimberly asked.

"Let's try to contact the other remaining knights!" Lhara suggested.

"Kiyara, can you transfer a telepathy?" Lady Mirae asked, gazing at the northern side of the capital.

"I'll try!" Kiyara muttered; she closed her eyes and mumbled a spell. A white inscription engulfed her body; she tried to communicate with the other knights but didn't feel any living knights around.

"No one is responding!" Her somber face bid a tempting cry.

"Tsk...they got us! I can't even sense any living elves around except that child!" Lady Mirae commented.

"Let's try to look around!" Lhara requested; her eyes remained concerned.

"Right! We have to find the royalties first!" Kimberly muttered. "We have to divide into groups!" she added.

"That's a daring idea, but we don't know the entire situation and the exact location of the missing elves; we also don't know who the enemy is, so it is better not to regroup; we have to move as one body!" Lady Mirae tried to persuade the others.

Lhara and Kiyara nodded, while Kimberly just looked at her feet, hiding her embarrassment.

"Let's head to the northern side and look in the Tree of Knowledge!" Lady Mirae proposed.

They nodded in agreement; they continued their exploration and tried to solve the unknown prevalence.

While the four headed to the northern side of the capital, the man who planned the extermination of the entire elven kind sat in the branches of the Tree of Yggdrasil in the south; he poured a sip of coffee into his mouth.

Another figure emerged from the bushes, holding hemlock petals; he ate the petals and gazed down into the north.

"Celestial cofan wynsum gesyhþ,

Bringeþ blisse tō þīnre stratēgic sīhþe.

Gedōn become, swā rosan blōstan,

Swā sūcces swēte wēarmþ ōflēoþ." [Celestial coffee's rich delight,

Brings joy to your strategic sight.

Plans unfold, like petals of a rose,

As success's sweet fragrance overflows.] the guy muttered.

"What are you doing here, Hippocrates? I thought you were in the north? Can't you stop that poetic and ugly tone?" The man asked; he grasped and sighed with a heavy breath.

Hippocrates waved a smirk and broke into laughter. "...the boats were sunken, and the anchor was swallowed by the sea!" he muttered.

The man gritted his teeth and stood up. "So you really killed your patients? How lucky!" he commented. "Did you see a silver-haired boy with lavender eyes around?" he proceeded to press Hippocrates.

"...a lonely star was dragged into the abyss; should you look for him instead?" Hippocrates countered.

The man quietly glared at the Tree of Yggdrasil. "I have to finish this judgment first!"

"See the star wave around, so bite the ground and dig your cave! Don't worry, the other Royals are in my possession...so how long should we wait for the internal performance?" Hippocrates muttered.

"Take them to the Capulet's mansion; everyone else is gathered there; we will proceed after that..." The man wore his black robe and walked away.

"Sweet potatoes are not sweet after all!!!" Hippocrates muttered, making his way to the Capulet's mansion.

He glanced at the Princess's eyes and instructed Ronson to take the royal family to the Capulet's mansion. "Don't forget to put an anti-magic seal," he reminded the vocalist.

"Don't worry! All the elves around the kingdom are there to watch your performance!" he muttered.

Ronson and his crew quickly engulfed the king and queen with an anti-magic seal; they left the Princess unsealed because she had no magic core and couldn't use any magic.

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A: help me! I'm tired....