Chapter 5 The Dark Lord

​The burning anger raged through him like molten lava, and if it were not for his strong self-control, he would have killed the king right there. He cared not if he was apprehended after. Even with no weapon, he would have been able to take him on with ease. He still had his ability to bend and control lightning to his will and even the weather, something that was rare even for those with the power of the Storm bloodline.

The door closed behind them as the king motioned for his men to leave, a clear indicator that he trusted the men before him. A foolish mistake on the king's part, Declan thought.

A hand on his shoulder bought him out of his dark thoughts as Aren gave it an encouraging squeeze, motioning at him to bow as he enclosed his right hand over his left that was curled into a fist and bowed to their sovereign, who stood at his desk observing the dark-haired man.

A stabbing jolt of guilt ran through the king as their eyes met. Declan did not bow; he did not care if it branded him insolent or classed it as treason. He would never bow to filth.

Aren looked up at his friend in alarm. Did he have a death wish? He grabbed his arm, trying to pull him into a bow, but Declan did not even move an inch. His strength was unmatched, and Aren, who was a very skilled fighter, was no match for him.

"Declan of House Storm," Evaan said, quietly looking at the handsome young man who did not even show him respect. Memories of long ago flashed in his mind, and the burning flame of buried guilt only grew stronger.

"House Storm is long forgotten; Declan alone is fine," Declan said, his voice so cold it could cut through stone. Evaan looked at him and nodded.

"My apologies... Declan..." he said quietly.

Aren looked between the two men, confused at their exchange. It was clear Declan's dislike and contempt for the king were barely hidden. Yet the king was ignoring it and speaking calmly...

Declan stepped forward, placing the sealed scroll on the table for the king to view. Both Aren and Declan exchanged looks, wondering what exactly was in that scroll. They had only been told to get it to the king at all costs.

Evaan sat down as he broke the seal and opened it, scanning the slanted scrawl of the general. His eyes widened as his heart raced. No... this could not be possible... He looked at the two men before him.

"Is this... is this true?" He asked. Declan did not speak as Aren stepped forward.

"We do not actually know the contents of the message, sire," he answered.

Evaan stood up, his brows furrowed, clasping his hands behind his back as he went to the window.

Declan stepped forward, taking the scroll from the table as he scanned it. His eyes widened in shock. He passed the scroll to Aren, his mind reeling.

Aren gasped as he stepped back before looking up. All three men exchanged looks. For once since they had been in that room together, all three were thinking the same thing.

If this was true... then the kingdom was in dire danger, and they had all been too blind even to realise...

'To My King,

I hope this letter finds you in the best of health, and I give my greetings to Their Royal Highnesses, but I am not writing for pleasantries today. It is with a heavy heart that I am forced to relay this message to you. I am trusting two of my best men to get this to you swiftly and safely.

The Forgotten lands have begun to stir. I took no notice of it, despite the suspicions and the sense of foreboding that has consumed me over the slight change in the beasts and monsters that roam the land. If it were not for the men I have lost and the marks on their bodies, I would not have believed it.

Just like back then, it is the very same. The threat we hoped never to face again has returned. He is not dead, and I fear he lay dormant, regaining his strength over the years. But without a doubt, he is back and the threat of vengeance that was promised to us fifteen years ago when we destroyed him, or so we thought, is clearly on his mind.

The last of my warriors who were attacked passed a message before he died, 'The Dark Lord seeks vengeance.'

I had my suspicions after seeing the movement and the aura around the border, but now that he has sought to pass a message to us, I did not wish to waste more time or write it off as a sadistic joke.

Declan and Aren have both ventured to the borders of the forgotten lands, they will be able to inform you of the changes within the cursed lands.

We may have moved on from the nightmares of the past, but we can never forget the cost of peace. We cannot waste time and must prepare the kingdom for war. I plead that unlike last time under our previous sovereign, may his soul rest in peace, we act quickly. We cannot let our overconfidence and pride blind us like last time.

I have been informed by our soldiers in the surrounding villages along the border that a strange disease has hit the livestock, one that has left all the doctors and herbalists confused at their sudden death and the rate of decomposition of the bodies. He has given us a warning willingly, which begs the question, how long has he been watching and biding his time?

I apologise for not being able to pass this message to you sooner. I have failed you as your brother in arms and your general. But I am confident that the next generation will do us proud.

If I die, I wish Declan of House Storm to become the general in my place. He has the eye and wit needed. Like his father, he will make this country proud, with Aren of House Silver Mountain to be the second in command. Keep both by your side until we are ready. I strongly fear that he may have snuck past our defences and entered the capital already.

Regards,

General Elian of House Halan'

Declan frowned. Despite the initial shock of the possibility of war, there was one more thing he could not get out of his mind. 'Like his father, he will make this country proud'. What had Elian meant by that? He never even knew the man knew his father; he had never mentioned him in any sense of familiarity, never talked about him.

Aren was the first to break the heavy silence.

"The dark lord, is he not a myth?" He asked, confusion clear in his eyes.

"If only he were," Evaan said, looking at the two men before him. He understood Elian's reason for sending them, he trusted them and believed they could lead this threat, but it was a lot to take in for the king. His stomach was knotted, the feeling of dread and foreboding crawled up his skin. "We need to prepare without causing fear in the land," Evaan said.

"What does it mean, he may be in the capital already?" Declan asked in his cold voice. He had not expected this.

Yes, there had been some odd sightings and occurrences in the forbidden land, but nothing the army there could not handle. Elian had called in more of their soldiers and knights, and they were constantly on watch, no matter how peaceful the kingdom was. So, what did this mean? Additionally, how could Elian state him as a general? Did he think he would die soon?

Declan hated this kingdom with a passion, but if war was here, would he let innocent people die just like his clan had died? The answer was simple; no. No matter how much he hated the royals and the fake materialistic beauty of Ehlesaar, he was not going to be like the king. Yes, he would get his revenge upon the royals, but he could never sit back and watch children and women be killed.

"The Dark Lord was... is... I have no idea what to address him as," he said, not able to bring himself to speak of him as if he was alive. "He had the ability to enter and take control of the mind. Anyone with fear or some hate in their heart were easier targets; the stronger ones were harder for him to possess, but it was the way he made it into our ranks. We did not even know who could be foe and who was not, scared of even our brothers. What human would not fear on a battlefield? With that increased fear, he would overcome and consume them. It was a dark time. I did not meet him in battle, I was not allowed to. My duty was to make sure the future of this kingdom had an heir. I was forced to watch from the sidelines as my father rode into battle with my younger brothers. And I could do nothing." The pain was palpable in the king's voice, the bitterness, the regret.

"So you stood by and watched your family die like a coward?" Declan asked, looking the king in the eyes. Evaan looked at him.

"It took strength to not forget my duty and to run to the battlefield! You do not know the pain of having to stand by and watch your family die," he said coldly. The pain was consuming him; he had had three brothers and had lost them all within months of one another. He looked at the arrogant young man in anger. "So do not think you know anything."

"The pain of standing by and watching your family die? It seems even the mighty Evaan of Ehlesaar has grown so old that his memory has become poor," Declan hissed, his eyes flashing with barely hidden anger. "I know the pain. I was barely five when my family was slaughtered before my eyes. The only difference is that even at that age, I tried to fight, to protect them. So don't give me your shit about doing your fucking duty."

A sharp intake of breath from Aren was heard at Declan's blatant disrespect, but neither man bothered with him as the king looked at the man before him, his words echoing in his mind.

He had been there. He had been there. The king had not known that. When they had found Declan, he had been miles from his hometown. It was for his sake that Evaan had hidden the truth of his family from the world, not wanting the young child to be haunted by the trauma of what had happened to his family.

He had originally wanted to raise Declan as his own but, fearing him hearing about the massacre and the hate and fear people wrongly had towards the House of Storm, he had sent him to Elian's care. To protect the boy and give him a chance to live a life without the shadow of the past looming over him. Elian had trained and raised him well.

"I.... did not know you were there that night. When you were found, you were miles from your home," Evaan said in a softer voice.

"Hmph," Declan said, a mock smirk on his lips. "Isn't that a shame?" A thick tension rose between the two men, dark grey eyes meeting the lighter grey of the kings.

"Declan... Your Majesty, we need to do something about this enemy. We need to plan, to make sure we can protect our home, put aside our differences," Aren said softly, looking between his friend and his king.

Declan said nothing. He sometimes wondered why he kept the loud, annoying idiot by his side, but he knew it was his irritatingly bright and positive personality that seemed to keep him from the brink of darkness that was readying to consume him.

"Declan, I want to -" the king began, but Declan didn't want to hear his petty excuse of a cover-up as to why his family were treated the way they had been, why they had been so ruthlessly sacrificed. Not right now. Not until he was ready to hear it. Besides, he wanted the truth, not some bullshit made up by the king.

"Not now. I don't want to hear it. Let's focus on what's at hand," he said, looking at the empty fireplace. His black hair fell over his eye slightly.

Fifteen years ago. That was what the letter said. Did that mean his family's death and the dark lord were connected? If so, he needed to learn everything. Surely the palace would have some records of what truly happened. He would get his answers himself.

"Very well," the king, who was usually emotionless and cold, said in defeat, taking his seat. "Let's start with you both informing me with an in-depth account of all that has happened at the borders."

Aren nodded and stepped forward, taking one of the seats opposite the king as he began explaining the odd happenings at the border, things they put down to just the beasts that lurked there.

Evaan looked at the two men as he listened. If war was truly upon them, then he needed to make sure all his daughters were settled. Their position was already fragile, and with the fear of war, it would be even more so. Terania's wedding needed to be moved even closer as she needed to bear the kingdom's heirs. As for the rest of the princesses, he needed to find them strong, trustworthy husbands. In case anything happened to him, he needed to make sure they were all secure and safe.

As dark as it seemed, if anything happened to Terania, the rest needed to be prepared that they may need to take the place as queen in order of birth. If that happened, the spouses needed to be men from the best dukedom houses in the kingdom. They must be prepared for anything to happen...