Chronicles Of The Kakonia

Wow, I actually finished this chapter ahead of time! For some reason this came easy for me, so I'm going to post it. Special thanks to everyone for the reviews and hits. A shout out to Snusnu53,happy to hear from a return viewer ^.^ As for the next chapter give me the two weeks. Note; There will be a small explantion at the end. Enjoy.


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Agony, pure agony; that was all Clara could feel. She could practical feel every vein in her body burn in stinging agony. Scream after scream ripped from her throat leaving it raw and sore.
Clara’s frantic thoughts were, Make it stop, oh please make it stop!
“Stop screaming, woman, and struggling you only make worse” commanded a familiar voice.
Her vision blurred with tears, Clara could fuzzily make out Aiden’s face glaring down at her. His face was soaked in sweat and angry red vein had spider-webbed over his deadly pale flesh. Still with a sickly complexion and labored breaths, he still was in better shape than Clara.
“It hurts….” Clara struggled to say “so much…”
“I know, but you’ll only hasten the poison if you carry on like this” replied the man gently.
“I…I don’t want to die…” heaved Clara.
“Shh, calm yourself. Focus on breathing not the pain. Relax your body” huffed Aiden. What the hell kind of poison is this?
Clara tried to relax, a very difficult task when her body was on fire. In an attempt to focus on something other than the pain, the red head began to relapse into the memories from earlier. Before she was tricked, threaten, poisoned, and now dying on the roof above Aiden’s office with the said king.
The morning had started as usual, well as usual for Clara that is. To the red head it was sad how life within the Kakonia kingdom were becoming normal. In any case, Clara was given her scrolls for the day and set off. So far so good, Clara had adopted a new route around the castle in which the maids weren’t aware of; meaning to Clara no accidents involving the bitches. By late morning, Clara was about finished with her morning rounds and was looking forward to the first lunch of the day. She would be having a nice, comfortable lunch with Andrew in his office, instead of the noisy and rowdy mess hall. Andrew had even packed a lunch for Clara consisting of leftovers from last night’s chowder and a vegetable salad (made especial for Clara and her dietary needs).
Chowder, chowder, wonderful, yummy chowder for me, sang Clara in her head. Andrew is the best man to ever live.
“Hey! Hey human!” called someone, effetely stopping Clara from her song. Cautiously she looked behind her, the woman’s eyes widened in horror as she recognized the caller. It was the obnoxious blond that was in on her almost raped attempt.
Shit, “Stay away from me” said Clara backing up.
The blond guard fixed her with a frown. “Relax, human, I ain’t here to harass you. Not after the ass kicking the Capitan gave us” muttered the blond.
The statement did little to reassure Clara. “What do you want?”
“You know the way to the King’s office right?” asked the guard.
“Yeah” answered Clara confused.
“Good, take this messenger guy to the king” replied the blond, stepping out of the way to reveal a painfully thin man dressed in a long sleeved tunic, with a hood and messenger bag. The man made no eye contact with anyone, but preferred to keep his head down and silent.
“I’ve got scrolls to deliver” spoke Clara timidly.
“Well deliver them after you take him to the king’s office” argued the blond.
“It’s out of the way, I don’t have any scrolls for the king” countered Clara.
“Too bad, it’s almost lunch time, and I want to be first in line for meat buns” spat the blond.
You lazy bastard, you want to take off early, thought Clara. “As if…”
“How about I tell the maids about your new rat trail around the castle, huh? They been looking for you all morning” smirked the guard.
Bastard!
“Fine” growled Clara, the blond guard smiled in victory.
“You follow her from now on” drawled the blond before casually walking away.
“Jackass” grumbled Clara before she started walking; she assumed that the man was following.
“So aren’t you hot in all those clothes?” asked Clara trying to start so small talk. The silent man walking so close behind her was a bit unnerving.
“…” he gave no response.
Okay, fine if you want to be a prick. I bet he thinks it’s in bad taste to talk to a human, thought Clara; I’m really getting sick of the treatment in this place. I never thought I’d be a victim of racism.
Nevertheless, the journey to Aiden’s office was a silent one. Eventually, the party of two arrived in front of the double doors of Aiden’s office.
“Here you go, he most likely behind those doors” commented Clara.
“…”
“All right then, have a nice…” began Clara.
“Isn’t it proper to announce someone?” asked the man in a grave, raspy voice.
“Huh?”
“Announce me, fool. Enter the door and announce me to his majesty” replied the man in a deadly whisper.
He’s got to be kidding, what –the- hell- ever, were Clara’s thoughts as she pushed with all her might on the door.
Once again the door slid open slowly allowing the two individuals inside the office. Aiden was hunched over his desk, a bored look on his face as he read a document.
Crap, forgot to knock again, oh well wing it Clara, “King Aiden a messenger is here to see you” I guess this is how you announce someone, hell I don’t know.
Aiden looked up, annoyed to see the damn helot again. “Well?” the silver haired man asked.
Clara had no intention of answering or sticking around. The pain in the ass was the messenger’s problem now. The red head was about to turn and leave when the sound of the door closing made her pause. The messenger had closed the door. A sudden bad feeling washed over Clara.
“Greetings your majesty, you’re looking well” the man greeted.
“Helot” Clara turned her gaze to Aiden. His frame was rigid and his eyes serious “Come over here, now” Aiden commanded.
Clara wasted no time in shuffling towards Aiden. “What’s going on?” she asked coming to his side.
“They say that Castle Damien is impregnable, but getting in was ridiculous easy. Your guards are very incompetent” chuckled the man.
“Must be an off day, I’m assuming you’re here to deliver a message?” asked Aiden; his hand reaching under the desk to pull out a short sword.
“Afraid not, but I’m a messenger of sorts” response the hooded man.
“Really…” drawled Aiden, in one fluid moment he raised his hand and sent the sword flying towards the hooded man. Anticipating the move, the hooded man ducked and sent a needle flying back at Aiden.
“Fuck!” cursed Aiden.
“A messenger of death” quipped the assassin.
Clara’s eyes widened in horror as she saw a long needle was impaled in Aiden’s hand. “Aiden!” she yelled.
“Worst line ever, you’d think you assassin’s would have better dialogue” replied Aiden nursing his hand.
“I think it works rather well. You’re impressive. However, I was warned about you speed. Now it seems you won’t be able to pick up a…” before the assassin could finish bragging, Aiden pulled another short sword out, wielding it with his left hand. Jumping over the desk he charged at the assailant.
The assassin barely had enough time to dodge the blade. His hood being cut off was the result of near injury. The hood gone, revealed a deadly paled face, with piercings covering the bridge of the assassin’s nose. Blue veins were clearly visible through the sickly looking skin.
The assassin recovered slipping a hand into his tunic and pulling out a blade. He quickly blocked Aiden’s blade with his own.
“Dexterous, huh? Impressive” sneered the assassin.
Aiden smirked in response shoving his knee into the assassin’s stomach. The assassin made a horizontal slash making Aiden dance away to avoid being hit.
In the meantime, the assassin crashed to his knees coughing. Aiden took the moment to hurl his short sword at the downed assassin. The blade impaled itself into the chest of the assassin.
“Holy shit on a stick” gasped Clara, hardly believing what she just witnessed.
“I was hoping for more a challenge” said Aiden lazily.
“You crazy bastard, you got a needle in your hand!” screamed Clara in alarm.
“Flesh wound” replied Aiden yanking the needle out.
“You haven’t won yet… kin -killer” gasped the assassin.
Aiden’s eyes narrowed in response to the name. This guy is so fucking dead, thought Aiden approaching.
“Heh heh” chuckled the assassin, as his stomach started to bulge.
“The hell is he doing?!” yelled Clara transfixed on the assassin and his expanding gut.
“Shit! Don’t breathe!” yelled Aiden, right before a dark purple smoke came spewing forth from the assassin’s mouth.
In no time flat the office was engulfed in dark, toxic smoke.
Clara couldn’t see a thing and that scared her. The smoke stung her eyes and her throat was on fire. Still the woman called out for help despite the pain.
“Aiden! Aiden please, cough, help me!” Clara called. I bet he’s not going to come for me.
Thankfully, Clara was wrong. She collided with a solid, warm form, which pulled her along throws the window.
Fuck! Fuck! I wasn’t expecting this, echoed through Aiden’s head as his sight was reduced to a couple of inches. Sure Aiden had dealt with assassins before, but rarely with ones that used poison, and Ill- breath user. These types of warriors were experts in poison; Aiden had seen them in action in the war. However, very few of them were left presently. Some went into the healing field while others took up the roll of assassins. The term Ill –breath was given to them due to the signature technique of inhaled deadly gases and containing it within their stomachs. In dire situations the user would expel the gas.
Shit, I bet the needle was poisoned as well, thought Aiden, making his way towards the window. The poison wasn’t his main concern. His younger days made him left him tolerable to most poisons. No, his main concern was the reduction in visibility. The assassin could come at any moment.
If I clear the room, I’ll be able to finish off that bastard, thought Aiden. I just got to get to the window.
“Aiden! Aiden please, cough, help me!” screamed the helot.
Like hell I’m saving her…
“Oh god, please!” she screamed again. Dark memories began to seep into the silver haired male’s head. Memories he rather forget.
Damn it
‘Going back for a useless woman, Aiden? Truly your still pathetic as ever’ echoed a distant voice.
‘Not the time for you to haunt me asshole’ Aiden answered.
‘You don’t need me to tell you how worthless you are, you already know’ the voice replied.
‘Shut the fuck up!’ responded Aiden, tuning the admonishing voice out of his head.
Leaving is insane conversation, Aiden veered towards where Clara was calling him. Why risk so much for a lowly human was beyond him.
I guess I’ve heard too many call out for help and never receive it, thought the man. Finally he located the human and wasted no time in pulling her along towards the window. Light from the window filtered throw the smoke enough to give the king something to aim for, in which he did. His mighty fist clashed into the glass, scattering the panel with ease. Aiden hardly felt the bits of glass cut his good hand.
I can’t hardy feel anything in my hands, that’s not a good sign…, Aiden’s thought was cut short as a battle cry sounded behind him. The king hardly avoided the blade that would have slit the back of his neck.
“You won’t escape, I’ll be the one to finally kill you” gurgled the assassin.
“Hold on to me, helot” commanded Aiden. Clara obey just in the nick of time, for Aiden swung himself and Clara out the window and was now dangling off to the side.
“Tenacious aren’t you?” rasped the assassin coming again. “Fall to your death then”. Swinging his leg up, Aiden managed to kick the assassin, sending the man back into the smoke engulfed room. With great effort the silver haired man hauled himself and Clara upwards, climbing the perilous face of the castle. A story up was the roof to his office; thank Keeva that his office was an outcropping from the castle.
Clara felt light headed looking down at the courtyard, fifteen stories down. She clung harder to Aiden’s back.
“Aiden?!” cried Clara terrified.
“Shut up! This is kind of difficult” growled Aiden. His hands were going numb and so were his legs; sharp pain was starting to grow in his chest.
Damn, I’m reacting to the poison. I should be immune to this? Unless the Ill-breath users are changing up their recipe to something new, thought Aiden.
A leg went completely numb, nearly causing the duo to fall. Clara screamed and held on tighter, squeezing her arms around Aiden’s neck. The action just about choked the man, but he ignored it for a leap of fate. Anchoring his feet to the castle face and tensing his arms, in one powerful motion, Aiden hauled himself upward. By some miracle the jump was enough for Aiden to grasp the roof side. With the last of his ebbing strength, the man pulled Clara and himself up the rest of the way. Both collapsed upon the inclined roof.
Clara rolled onto her back and took a deep breath, that when it hit, agony pure agony.
Thus, here was Clara, stuck on a roof with shingles burning hot from the glaring suns. Though, the burning of the woman’s skin was mute compared to the horrific pain within her body.
Never should have went to Aiden’s office, directly or indirectly the man’s going to kill me, thought Clara.
Aiden wasn’t doing much better than the helot. One leg was already numb with the other following. The pain in his chest was spreading down to his abdomen and his vision was getting blurry. The helot screaming in pain wasn’t helping things at all.
“Stop screaming, woman, and struggling you only make worse” commanded Aiden.
“It hurts….” Clara struggled to say “so much…”
“I know, but you’ll only hasten the poison if you carry on like this” replied Aiden man gently. He knew yelling wasn’t going to help the situation, the brutal king tried to be gentle.
“I…I don’t want to die…” heaved Clara.
“Shh, calm yourself. Focus on breathing not the pain. Relax your body” huffed Aiden. What the hell kind of poison is this? At this rate, we’re both goners.
“Enjoying the effects of the poison?” hissed an all too familiar voice. The wounded assassin had managed to climb his way to roof, intent to finish the job.
Got to give the man kudos for making it this far in that condition, thought Aiden.
“As pleasurable it would be to watch you slowly die, it would be better to end you quickly and trying my hand at escape” wheezed the assassin, clutching his bleeding wound. “I have to say…”
The assassin’s sentence was once again halted as a ceramic shingle whizzed by, its sharp corners spinning fact mimicking a circular blade. The attack left a nasty gash on the assassin’s face.
Damn! I missed, thought Aiden, his vision was failing him.
“Gah! You son of a bitch! Why don’t you just accept your death? This defiance will do you little good” growled the assassin.
“Your highness!”; “What the hell is going on?!”; “Toxic gas! Hurry get a wind user in here!” came an assortment of voices.
“Looks like your escape is impossible” chuckled Aiden.
“It matters little, I might die, but at least I took the almighty King Aiden with me. My name will go down in history” laughed the assassin, advancing on Aiden, his blade out and ready to make the kill.
“What’s your name then?” asked Aiden.
Giving an sinister smile, the assassin responded, “Abu”
“Good-bye Abu” smirked Aiden, as the roof began to shake violently.
Abu dropped his blade and struggled to keep balanced on the shaking roof. “What is happening?!” yelled Abu.
“You forgot an important thing, Abu. I’m an earth element user, and this castle is made of stone” called Aiden, the hand he had face down on the tiles jerked forward. All the shingles in front of the king flew off, including Abu.
“You’re still going to die!” Abu screamed before falling to his death below.
Heaving a breath of relief, Aiden crumbled down beside Clara.
“Aiden?!” whimpered Clara.
“Just focus on breathing” heaved Aiden.
‘Just focus on breathing, Aiden. No matter the pain you’re in, focus on breathing. Never let the pain win’ echoed a female voice in his head.
“Just breathe” whispered Aiden before things went dark for both.


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Exciting stuff huh? Aiden doesn't mess around and isn't afarid to play dirty (totally badass, woohoo ^.-). Anywho just to clarify. The people of the Fire Realm can use magic, from healing to fighting. The concept will be explained better in future chapters. But Aiden's is an earth user. Also to note, I might get a deviant-art account and draw up the characters of my many stories, casue I know some of you would love to see Aiden and cast. Remember to review! Bye!