Two worlds, one story: The flame

The private battle arena of the king was dark, covered with thick black sheets from all the directions. Penetrating them, even a single ray of sunshine could not enter. In that dense obscurity, if one brought his own palm in front of his eyes, he couldn’t even see that too. Congested, breath-chocking it was for sure, but the persons present there already got habituated to the environment. To all the tall, bronze pillars surrounding the ground, golden swords and shields where phoenixes were engraved were clinging. The stands before them were carrying spears, rapiers, bows and arrows. The soldiers were bending their heads down, encircling the entrance of the battleground and waiting for the order of their emperor.

The said person was at the heart of the stadium. Blue, sharkfin battle triangles were painted on both his porcelain cheeks. Slate, smoke-like bangs were falling on his forehead, dark-blue extension lying gently on his well-built bullneck. His body was covered with a golden breastplate along with broad waistband, armbands, wristcuffs and knee-length black boots, along with a pair of black baggy trousers. One of his hands held a hexagonal shield, another caught a longsword firmly. Only his eyes were tied with a piece of black cloth, condensing the thick and blinding darkness before his vision. Though no light was there, he himself was radiating like the glowing sun of the mid-afternoon in the chamber. For the rest of the soldiers, viewing the surroundings wasn’t a big deal at all.

In front of him, his navy-haired commander-in-chief was standing, his hands were carrying an American flatbow. A quiver filled with a bunch of metal arrows was hanging from his back. He was also dressed in aureate armors which were displaying most of the portions of his brilliant bronze skin, his shiny navy-blue tresses were tied into a ponytail. He looked at the two levels of empty lamp-stands attached to the pillars that were surrounding them, yet, being unable to see them before his mahogany eyes though he could locate where they were from intense experience and training. However, his cool head went hot within no moment as he saw his emperor doing a new task.

Bit by bit, the dual-haired king was putting off his armors. The boots, the breastplate, the waistband, the arm-bands, the wristcuffs, the headgear-everything! His well-structured neck dent and Adam’s apple came to sight, like two horizontal lines of a pair of hills and a linear cataract falling amidst them, following his broad, rounded shoulders. Twisted biceps and triceps went hard. He took a sharp breath which could be understood by the movement of his porcelain, well-toned mesomorphic chest. Wide, bare back showed a droplet of sweat. His body was scorching so much that even the sun would be embarrassed.  All the soldiers were lowering their heads but seeing this audacity of the ruler, the commander-in-chief couldn’t remain silent.

“Your Majesty!” He swallowed, “Are you sure-“

With a palm stretched forward, the fire-king stopped his commander-in-chief. Sighing, the blunette nodded and lifted his bow, attaching a couple of arrows to its string. Taking a sharp breath, he released them right in the direction of the emperor. The slate-haired man smirked; his ears paid attention to the sound of the cutting of the airstream by the missiles. Quickly, he raised the longsword and rotated it in the wind. The tips of the projectiles collided with it and got sprinkled here and there…nope, their getting disarrayed was also well-organized. They hit just the threads of the lamp-stands of the pillar. The first row of the lamps got enlightened, clashing with the barb blades. The emperor smirked, feeling the presence of light in the room, isolated from the sunlight.

“A bit upper this time, Takao.” He ordered.

Agreeing with him, the commander named Takao lifted his bow, increasing the angle between it and the skyline this time. The arrows got released, intending to fall much closer from the point of projection as its horizontal projection was less than the vertical one. But who could have escaped from the emperor of Kaen? Rushing towards the arrows just like throwing himself into the open jaw of a hungry tiger, he jumped to reach the height of the descending projectiles. Again, his swords swung in an ellipse, the missiles got showered towards the second level of the lamps like the streams of a fountain. Finally, the room came to the light and life at the same time. Dropping the bow, Takao sighed in relief.

Landing on the ground on one of his knees and palms, the emperor removed the black fabric from his eyes. This time, the amethysts shone brightest of all the lamps present there. A smirk of victory rose in his lips. Emptying and refilling his lungs once with the fresh gush of air, he stood up just like a burning, silent, serious and mysterious flame of any age-old, eroded candle in a dark cave, wiping a bead of sweat from his perspiration-drenched, yet, broad forehead where the slate bangs were sticking. The guards jubilated, earsplitting the environment:

“Hail emperor Kai Hiwatari!”

“Hail emperor Kai Hiwatari!”

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@goldenglowofamber Ahem, how’s it been, buddy? :P