Damnation

Lebethia.

        “Goodness, Eternal. You’re at a party. At least pretend you’re having fun.” Cheria sighed. Eternal looked at the young, pink mouse. “I have a bad feeling. Maybe something’s going on at the castle?” the cat said, a confused look settled upon her features. “Eternal! You promised you would stay!” Cheria cried out, wrapping her small arms around Eternal’s waist. “I may hate King Xerxes, but it’s my duty to protect him. If something does happen to him, any of the knights that didn’t die trying to protect him are executed.” The brown cat said, smiling gently at the sakura colored mouse. Cheria frowned, before letting Eternal out of her grasp. Before Eternal could escape Cheria’s home, the young mouse created a light blue energy between her hands and freezing Eternal’s feet to the ground. “Cheria! I have to go!” Eternal cried. “No! You promised you wouldn’t leave this time! Why is my birthday always the worst day of the year?!” Cheria said, tears brimming her eyes, threatening to spill onto her peachy cheeks. Guilt hit Eternal in the face, like a bullet. She looked away from the young child. “Eternal... You’re all I have left...” Cheria said, her tears slowly dripping down her cheeks, “You can’t leave me too.” Eternal looked around, seeing how Cheria decorated the small cottage. A small banner, holding up a sign saying, “Thank you for finding me, Eternal!” as is says every year. Purple bows tying up decorations of Eternal’s favorite colors.
        To Cheria, it’s not about celebrating her birthday, it’s about the day Eternal found her. When Cheria was two, her parents were murdered. Murdered by King Xerxes. Cheria sat in a pool of her parents blood for three hours, waiting for them to ‘wake up’, before Eternal found her and took her in.

        “Damn it Belren! Did Darius bring you drinking again?” Rae asked. “Shhh.” Belren giggled, “Don’t worry about it, beautiful.” “Holy shit, Bel! You’re wasted!” Rae laughed. Belren had stumbled into the smithy that Raven ran, randomly flirting with her. Belren sluggishly moved to wrap his hands around Rae’s waist, as Raven stepped out of the way, “Do you want to lose a nut, Bel? ‘Cause you know you will.” Raven said, and couldn’t help but chuckle a how Belren stupidly winked at her.

        “W-what!” the female voice rang out, obviously in denial. The shadows - where the two pairs of eyes were- shifted, as if something, or someone, was moving, but being held back. Out of the shadows, stepped out a young cat, maybe the age of seven. He cautiously stepped forward, before another cat stepped out. The two, both exactly the same height, facial features, eyes, build; everything about them was the same. Their tails flicked and whipped around. Knives and daggers were strapped around their legs. The shadows they emerged from seemed to follow them. “I doubt she’s the princess.” “Why would she be here?” they conversed, at the same time, more rhetorically than literally. “Take off your cloak.” the male cat ordered. Slowly moving her hand, the female wolf took off her hood, then removed the cloak completely.