Wherein Loyalties Lay [ON HIATUS]
Description
Two forgotten Princes. One new kingdom. A world full of fear, hatred and deceit. What will be the outcome?
Jaejoong, the misplaced Prince of the old kingdom. His only aim in life is to protect his little brother from the evil of the new monarchy.
Changmin, the confused child who lost both parents and is left with no one but a loving brother to look up to.
Junsu, a soul so tortured he’s forgotten everything but hatred. Hatred towards the new rulers that took away everything from him.
Yunho, the beloved Prince of the new kingdom. He has only ever known love. Too young to understand anything when his family had taken over the place he adoringly calls home, he doesn’t realise the subjects of said kingdom are not all happy with the new rule.
Yoochun, a dear friend of the Prince. He has a burning desire to achieve the best combat skills and become the best knight in the land to protect the heir to the throne. He cannot tolerate injustice and is quick to side with the party he deems justified.
What will the world bring to these five men upon meeting in the brewing midst of a troubled Kingdom?
Foreword
“CHANGMIN WATCH OUT!”
In a flurry of confusion and panicked movement, the young knight whipped his head up. His hands automatically retrieving the dagger strapped around his waist as he blindly swiped it forward just in time to bury the weapon hilt deep in the oncoming body in his line of sight. A heart wrenching sound escaped the wounded form that held the dagger deep within its caverns. Before Changmin had the chance to look up and examine his assumed attacker, his eyes widened in surprise as the head of a sword pushed its way out from the chest in which he’d laid his dagger.
Yoochun, who’d realised too late what happened, staggered backwards; letting go of the hilt of the sword he’d just impaled the wrong person with. He shook his head, as if to clear his mind of a bad dream. Only it wasn’t a dream. That was his sword…buried deep in the body of his friend. His eyes misted over as all-consuming guilt overtook him, shaking his entire body. Acceptance came with a pained wail from the distraught warrior, whose knees gave out as he fell to the floor, fingers pulling at his hair.
For a short length of time, Changmin just stared at the torso which he was unknowingly holding up, as the legs gave out under the injured body. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the two offending weapons that were both dwelling inside a delicate form; his dagger pushed inside from the front, and a significant length of a sword concealed within, from the back. By the time his brain had caught up, his eyes travelled up the bloodied chest stopping on the small birthmark he knew all too well on the pale dirtied neck.
His heart skipped a beat.
All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears as his world came crashing down.
The war was still going on. Swords were clashing between the rebels and the King’s army. Bodies were falling to the ground as blood coloured the grounds of the castle.
But for the King and three men inside the royal meeting hall, everything became a distant memory as time stopped. All eyes were trained on the small body that was held up by the shaking knight, each holding a horror unique to them.
“HYUNG!”
The broken howl of pain, sorrow and realisation filled the concrete walls as both men fell to the floor in a final act of defeat.
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AN: Soooo??? What do you guys think? Comment below to let me know.
Writing this fic is going to depend on how much interest there is from the readers, so please let me know your thoughts below! Because I'm already working on Hoe-Tel (my other chaptered fic which I have a HUGE writer's blog on, hence the delay), I don't know if I can afford to start writing this fic soon. BUT, I will write it...sometime in the future.
I've been playing around with the idea...
So, yeah..
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