Capítulo 9: Chapter Nine: A Dark Symphony.
"The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones"
-Cheryl Hughes.
Prince Marcus and Chief Silas jostled on their horses as they made their way out of the magnificent Palace, venturing towards the quiet outskirts of the town. The prince couldn't help but notice a persistent unease washing over him, causing his eyes to twitch involuntarily. However, he dismissed it, attributing it to the weariness of the day's events.
As they continued their journey, Silas maintained a sly smile, concealing his true intentions. He had meticulously administered a poisonous concoction to the prince, relishing in the knowledge that its effects were gradually taking hold. The drowsiness began to seep into Marcus's being, clouding his thoughts and weakening his senses.
The prince's head grew heavy, and his eyelids drooped as the poison coursed through his veins. Silas, ever watchful, observed the prince's struggle to stay alert. His plan was unfolding just as he had envisioned, and the anticipation of what was to come fueled his sinister grin.
With each passing moment, the prince's consciousness wavered, and Silas reveled in the success of his malevolent scheme. Little did they know, fate had its own plans in store for them. The journey to the outskirts of town would not only test their resolve but also set in motion a series of events that would forever alter the course of their lives. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the land, the stage was set for a gripping tale of love, betrayal, and redemption.
"Are you alright, Marcus?" Silas asked, his concern masked by a facade of care.
Marcus, feeling the weight of exhaustion, expressed his fatigue with a heavy sigh. "I don't know... I feel..." he trailed off, his words trailing into the air.
"Tired?" Silas chimed in, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.
Marcus nodded wearily, his hand instinctively reaching up to rub his sweaty forehead. The effects of the poison were taking their toll on him, draining his energy and clouding his thoughts.
Sensing an opportunity, Silas proposed, "I guess we should rest for a while." His grin widened, a subtle display of his hidden intentions.
They guided their horses towards a rocky bush area, dismounting as Marcus settled himself on a large stone, seeking respite from the weariness that consumed him. The surroundings were quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds.
As Marcus closed his eyes, surrendering to the fatigue, little did he know that the true nature of Silas's intentions would soon be revealed. The rocky bush, with its secrets and shadows, would bear witness to a pivotal moment in their intertwined destinies.
"I'll get you some water," Silas offered, his voice filled with concern, before walking away in an unknown direction. Marcus, his head bowed, awaited Silas's return, unaware of the impending danger.
Within a minute, Marcus heard a chilling voice pierce the air, "Your end has come." Startled, he raised his head to find his own uncle, sword in hand, pointing the sharp blade directly at him.
In a state of shock, Marcus stared at his uncle, his mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. Silas, with a menacing gesture, pressed the sword against Marcus's neck, forcing him to stand slowly. Fear and confusion filled Marcus's eyes as he locked gazes with the glinting blade.
"What are you doing, Uncle?" Prince Marcus managed to utter, his voice trembling with disbelief and uncertainty. The betrayal cut deep, leaving him desperate for answers in this bewildering turn of events.
"Doing what I should have done a long time ago!" Silas shouted, his voice filled with anger and resentment, as he launched himself at Marcus. Reacting swiftly, Marcus drew his sword, meeting Silas's forceful attack with a defensive stance.
"What did you think?!" Silas roared, his rage palpable in the air as they both caught their breaths, their swords clashing in a fierce battle of wills.
"You thought I would sit idly by while you and your wretched father took everything for yourselves?!" Silas spat out, his words dripping with bitterness, as he renewed his assault with even greater ferocity. The clash of their swords echoed through the air as they fought, their determination and pent-up emotions fueling their every move.
Marcus couldn't believe what he was hearing, and it only added to his confusion and disbelief. As he continued to defend himself from his uncle's relentless strikes, he felt an overwhelming weakness coursing through his body. Even his powers seemed to have abandoned him, as his claws refused to come out.
Silas, wearing a wicked grin, took pleasure in observing Marcus's struggle. With each fierce attack, Marcus found himself falling to the ground, unable to match his uncle's strength. Dragging himself backward, Marcus desperately tried to create some distance between them.
The situation seemed dire as Marcus wondered how he could escape this perilous encounter with his uncle.
"Yo, don't push yourself too hard," Silas sneered, his voice filled with a mix of triumph and malice. "I slipped that weakening venom into your tea. The more you try to use your energy, the weaker you'll get. So, it's probably best if you just stay calm and accept your fate."
"Uncle?" Marcus called out in disbelief, his voice trembling with shock and confusion.
Silas couldn't contain his amusement, bursting into a loud, mocking laugh. He turned around, raising his hands to the sky in a gesture of twisted victory. The sight of his uncle reveling in his own treachery only intensified Marcus's sense of betrayal and desperation.
"I couldn't sit and watch you take the throne which was rightfully meant for me. I know I can't have it now but I need to kill you in order for Zack to have it!" He stated wickedly
"I can't believe you'd go this far," Marcus whispered, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and disbelief. He struggled to maintain his composure, his weakened state making it difficult to even hold his sword steady.
"Why would you do something so twisted?!" Marcus asked, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.
Silas, fueled by his own wicked desires, grinned even wider as he continued to point his sword at Marcus. The sight sent a chill down Marcus's spine, but he knew he had to find a way to survive and protect himself from his uncle's evil intentions.
Marcus couldn't believe what he was hearing and his weakened state made it even harder for him to react. He continued to stare at Silas in utter disbelief, unable to comprehend the depths of his evil intentions.
"Why do you think I've been in the palace all this while?" Silas sneered, his voice filled with malice as he pointed the sword menacingly at Marcus. "I have waited so long for this day!"
Silas's revelation sent chills down Marcus's spine. "I have been planning for this day from the very beginning! Even before you were born!" Silas declared with wicked delight. It was a shocking revelation that left Marcus speechless and overwhelmed with a mix of fear and confusion.
"Your dad took everything from me, even your mom, Maria. She was supposed to be mine! But guess what? Your dad stole her away!" Silas said, consumed by his obsession.
Then, with a wide grin, Silas asked, "Who do you think caused her death?" The realization hit Marcus like a ton of bricks, causing his eyes to widen in shock.
"It was me!" Silas whispered, his voice filled with a twisted satisfaction. "I swapped your dad's antidote with poison. I love how you've despised him all these years, thinking he killed your mom..."
"...when it was actually me all along!" Silas added, his smirk growing even more wicked.
Marcus, seething with rage, mustered all his strength to rise and confront Silas. However, his weakened state betrayed him, causing him to stumble and collapse back onto the ground. Helpless and vulnerable, Marcus lay there, unable to retaliate. Silas, reveling in his adversary's misery, let out a sinister and mocking laugh, relishing in Marcus's defeat. His laughter echoed through the air, intensifying the sense of despair that surrounded Marcus.
"You sick monster!" Marcus shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair. He desperately tried to muster the strength to attack Silas, but his weakened state left him helpless, causing him to collapse back to the ground. Vulnerable and filled with rage, Marcus could only watch in anguish as Silas reveled in his misery.
Silas's wicked laughter echoed through the air, intensifying Marcus's feelings of helplessness. The realization that Silas was not only responsible for his mother's death but also for manipulating his relationship with his father filled Marcus with a profound sense of betrayal. The weight of the truth crushed him, leaving him with a burning desire for justice.
Silas approached Marcus once more, this time with the intention of bringing an end to his life. With a sinister grin, he taunted Marcus by mentioning his mate, Blair. The mere thought of Blair being in Silas's hands sent a shiver down Marcus's spine.
"Blair..." Marcus whispered, his voice filled with concern and fear.
And then, in a final act of cruelty, Silas bid farewell to Marcus, addressing him as his nephew. Without hesitation, Silas sliced through Marcus's chest, sealing his tragic fate. It was a devastating and heart-wrenching moment.
*****
Blair snapped out of her thoughts abruptly, startled by an unexpected disturbance. Her heart raced in fear, leaving her breathless and unsure of what had caused her sudden unease. Whispers of Marcus's name escaped her lips as she clutched her chest, seeking comfort in the familiar sound.
Earlier that morning, Marcus had left her in the safety of a farmhouse near the woods before heading to the palace. He had assured her that he would check on her regularly until it was safe for her to return, and they could finally be together as husband and wife.
Despite Blair's pleas to accompany him back to the palace, Marcus had insisted that she remain behind. Now, she rose from her seat by the fireside, making her way to the window. Peering outside, she gazed through the glass, clutching her cloak tightly around her, seeking solace in the view beyond.
"Marcus..." Blair whispered once again, her voice filled with unease. The absence of Marcus weighed heavily on her heart. He was no longer by her side. He had been ruthlessly taken away by his treacherous and power-hungry uncle, Silas. Silas had orchestrated the prince's demise, driven by his sinister desire to wrongfully place his own son as the heir to the pack.
Blair's unease was a testament to the deep connection she shared with Marcus, her mate. Even though she was unaware of his fate, her heart sensed the loss, and a profound heat of grief surged within her. The bond they shared transcended mere physical presence, intertwining their souls in a profound and inexplicable way.
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