The Tears of a Prince

Game of Survival- Ruelle

Lun just could stay away. After what he had found the only thought in his mind, the box he had found, tightly in his grip, was warning everyone. Getting to Xan and Kai before it was already too late. He had no idea what they were doing, or how things were going in the palace but as the red sun of BloodBound slowly seemed to rise he knew very well that running away would simply kill them all in the end.

The tall vampire managed to get all the way back to the castle without being caught, traveling from alley to alley, hidden in the dark corners, and arrived at the luxurious palace after a few hours worried and exhausted. He could see the enormous black gate and the guards standing in front of it. A sketch of his face glued to the wall right next to them with the word wanted in capital letters. Not a day had passed but they were actually spreading these everywhere already. 

He couldn't get in through the main door so his only option was to jump over the wall at some part so that the guarding wouldn't be as heavy. He was cautious about using his powers since he knew the palace had sensors. Any kind of unwanted source of vampire energy would be spotted and hunted down immediately, especially now that his image was plastered all over the palace as a criminal. 

He sighed, shaking his head as he walked silently across the tall wall. Once he was a few meters away from the guards and sure that he was outside their field of vision he clumsily climbed with the help of the cracks and holes that had been created in it through the thousands years. He stood at the top only for a second not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to himself before he jumped in the queen's garden.

Lun was surrounded by flowers, dark beautiful flowers that grew and came to life only to exist for a brief time. They were only here to fit a purpose, to be beautiful. They existed and they would die with that thought on the minds of people that looked at them. Beautiful, simply just that. He had stepped on a few with his boots, ruining their black and white petals and he sighed. These would get removed, they could not do their jobs anymore. 

Sometimes he felt like that. As if he was a person with one sole person, someone who didn't exist for anything else. Be the palace's dog. That was Lun and nothing else but now he couldn't even do that because he was a fugitive. 

"Xan…" Lun called his name, a low whisper. Yes, maybe he could find another purpose now, one that he wanted. Being a friend, being a lover maybe he could be a lot more than someone's dog. He looked at the flowers he had stepped on. "Sorry." he apologized as he started walking again, meaning to get to the palace door.

He hid behind a thick tree, observing the guards that stood there with their long spears and their swords hanging from their leather belts. They were three of them so obviously he would have to take a detour once more. Maybe he could get in from Xan's room. He always forgot to lock his balcony door and that's why Lun would always get in from there, intending to scare him. His room was on the left wing of the royal quarters so he carefully changed his direction, managing to get to the half of his destination when he was stopped. 

Unfortunately Lun had decided to reach Xan's room at the exact time the guard swatch was happening. Three more guards were coming front the direction he headed to to change posts with the three that stood at the door the whole night. 

For a second, everyone froze. The guards and Lun himself before one of them shouted at the rest to get him. Lun's eyes widened and he sighed before he started running again. He was tired and the only option now was to use his powers. These guards though would call the rest if he just let them go. So he ran towards a side of the garden that was quiet, intending to bring them there so he could knock them out and then go on with his plan. 

The three vampires surrounded him, their spears held tightly in their hands and one of them threw it, giving the chance at Lun to have a weapon. Seeing how he intended to fight, the guards took their swords out, launching at him all at once and leaving him to fend for himself. If he hadn't made himself clear before, Lun hated fighting and he hated even more to make his hands dirty. Nonetheless he engaged in this braindead, as he thought of it, quarrel. 

He grabbed one of the guards, dodging the first attack with his sword and threw him to his colleague, leaving himself bothered with only one for a while. This one was more skilled and actually managed to cut Lun on the arm, a hiss escaping his lips. He was in trouble, he was holding the box and he couldn't risk letting go of it. He kicked his opponent, raising his hands in the air as he looked at him. 

"Fine, fine." he said. The best way to get inside the palace was to surrender if he did want to keep the box to his possesion. 

But as it seemed the guards he had made to collide before didn't hear him and didn't notice him, staring at his back, that he was intending to surrender. 

"No!" The guard that was facing him shouted but it was already late. One of them had pierced him in the stomach. 

Lun gasped, feeling the blade rip through his skin and actually appearing at the other side of his body. He looked down, seeing the pointy tip dipped in his blood as he coughed, red dots escaping his lips. He dropped the box, his dark eyes widening. He couldn't lose the box. He couldn't lose the box.. He screamed in his mind, not thinking for a second that he could actually lose his life.