章節 2: Brightflame
Aerion thrust his frankly huge spear towards a soldier he didn't know the name of with a grunt as he put his whole body into the attack only for it to miss when the soldier used his beautifully engraved battle axe to parry the large spear into the ground.
Aerion used his newly gained leverage and planted the spear deep into the ground below. He used the spear like a spring board and threw himself at the far older soldiers whose eyes widened in surprise at the move.
The soldier tried to bat away at the 14 year old who was already too close and that held a small knife he pulled from a holster on the small of his back.
The soldier took a sudden knee to his stomach with a wide eyed gasp and fell to his knees while Aerion twisted his lithe form around the burly soldier with graceful movements.
Aerion then from on the soldiers back placed the knife against the neck of the winded soldier.
"I yield" the man said tiredly.
Aerion quickly climbed off the man and offered his arm to the man who quickly latched on and pulled himself up.
"That God strength is no joke, my Prince " the soldier half joked as he studied the dent in the chest plate of his armour.
Aerion snorted while stretching his shoulder "Not a God yet" he said.
The soldier's eyes widened "Oh my apologies my Prince, I uh don't really keep up with the royal gossip I'm afraid" the man nervously rambled.
Aerion nodded "Ah it's fine, now I'm wondering" the Prince of Asgard paused "now be completely honest, what do they gossip about me?" He asked bluntly.
Aerion knew he was putting the man in a tough position but he was rather curious.
The man blinked "My Prince I-uh well don't listen to the gossip all that much" he repeated.
Aerion shrugged "What do you hear, no matter how little it is undoubtedly interesting." The prince said while twirling the spear taller than him in his hands with practised ease.
The soldier knew he couldn't exactly deny his Prince, so he told the prince of the little amount of stories he had heard.
"Well, uh last I heard they were calling you the next Thor." He said with a small smile, that was quite the compliment.
Not that Aerion saw it that way, he loved his brother more than pretty much anything else in this universe but they're not really that alike. "How come?" He asked the older soldier.
"Well I'd assume from your shared Martial prowess and uh…well your similar eating habits" he said with a small wince.
'Ahh' Aerion sheepishly thought back to his and Thor's atrocious table manners and saw why the comparisons were made.
—-
Aerion sat next to his elder blonde brother at a grand feast, Aerion looked at the large feasting hall with slight awe once more.
He had been to over a dozen large feasts in this hall and its grandiose eloquence always left him feeling rather small.
Thousands of soldiers, generals, nobles and high standing members of Asgardian society all attended the feast with the table at the front of the hall being reserved for the Royal family.
Aerion was digging into the delicious food laid out in front of him with religious fervour until the raucous hall suddenly became encapsulated in unnatural silence.
Aerion looked up and noticed his father stood with Gungnir, his golden weapon of war in his hands. Aerion felt a sudden tingle rush up his neck as his eyes settled on the tip of the glinting spear.
"My people, Alfheim has been invaded by a race beyond the world tree." Odin's voice rang out magically heard by every soul in the hall.
His heart beat and blood started to rush through his soon to be divine veins, he knew what this meant.
Thors grip tightened on his fork leaving it an odd deformed piece of metal in his hands.
Loki seemed to sit even straighter as his eyes focused on the figure of their King.
"So I must announce that I am going to war" his voice rang out "Now if any of you wish to follow me to quash this silly invasion of our province, simply say Aye" he said, deafening silence was the only response.
Until every soul in the room jumped from their seats at once and in a tangled group shouted their support for the King and his act of war with blinding intensity that shook the very walls.
Aerion was wide eyed as he watched thousands of soldiers stand and scream their wish to fight for the King.
Each soldier would have the power to go out into the wide galaxy and make unimaginable wealth as a bodyguard or mercenary simply because of the fact they were Asgardian.
But they chose to stay here, under the rule of his father.
It wasn't until that moment he understood.
As he stood and screamed his loyalty to his father, to his king.
He felt that same loyalty rush through his veins, to defend his home's honour. No race shall deface Asgard's might, no soul shall insult his home and leave without a wound upon them.
Asgard was his home.
—-
Aerion thought his mother would be reluctant to let him go and help in this war so when he asked her and she seemed surprised he was prepared for her to tell him something along the lines of no.
So when she instead smiled and said "Of course you are going, you are a Prince now" he blinked in slight shock and nodded dumbly.
—-
Aerion found himself on Alfheim not even a full day after the feast's announcement. The planet was truly beautiful, the mountains reached far beyond even the atmosphere and into space, the clouds were a light purple and the stars clearly visible even in the bright daylight.
But currently Aerion wasn't exactly appreciating the nature of this world, nay he was more interested in the battle going on around him.
Light Elves and Asgardians clashed with the bright blue skinned race, they were humanoid with eyes just as yellow as the sun but glowing with whispers of power as they used their telekinetic abilities with creative uses that left Asgardians and Light Elves with gaping holes in their chests.
The battle between the allied forces and the blue skinned race radiated sound like nothing else.
The screams of men and women rang around the battlefield with familiar ease while the clashing of steel only built and intensified the bloodlust surrounding them.
Aerion dodged around a blast of energy he could sense before dodging underneath another swipe of the telekinetic energy and planted his fist through the blue skinned soldier's chest with a wet crushing sound.
He had thrown his spear earlier in the battle, it was only afterwards he realised how annoying it would be to get back.
He was shoulder to shoulder with fellow Asgardians and Light Elves as they fought in close quarters with the race of telekinetics that tried to gain range by retreating backwards.
Aerion eventually retrieved his spear from where it was planted in the ground and almost instantly let it loose towards another blue skinned soldier.
The spear cut through the soldier with ease, Aerion in a burst of speed appeared next to his spear. He ripped it from the it's spot in the woman's chest and with a single movement then cut down another soldier before they could react.
A general of the Siccan army noticed the young Prince as soon as he laid eyes on the boy, he knew Odin and the rest of his ilk were dealing with the Siccan king dozens of miles away.
If they could capture the boy…General Malifs eyes widened with the possible leverage they could gain.
He shot towards the young Prince at speeds not even his own soldiers could follow and sent a telekinetic blast that lifted the boy into the air and sent his armour-covered foot into the chin of the unprepared prince.
Prince Aerion went flying for almost an entire mile before he hit a nearby mountain with a crash, he grabbed his jaw shakily and winced at the pain a foot suddenly appeared in the corners of his vision.
His eyes widened as the foot crashed into his face once more but before he could react a massive pressure placed itself onto his back and he slammed back into the mountain below.
He felt a scream tear itself from deep within as the pressure seemed to be crushing every organ between his ribs.
His vision blanked white and he saw the outline of a giant tree.
"Prince, you will be coming with me I'm afraid" the blue skinned general said as he lifted the boy into the air telekinetically.
Aerion found himself looking at the giant tree instead of listening to the general. He was at the base with roots the size of mountains surrounding him, the far leaves of the tree seemed to be all sorts of colours.
The wood was old and calling to him, he dropped to his knees and slowly ran his hand across a root beneath him.
It took less than a second of skin to wood contact for the boy's eyes to widen dramatically and his skin to burn from the sheer magic.
The tree's essence seemed to run through the boys body as the air hummed in tandence with the Asgardians heartbeat.
Fabric seemed to be folding within itself as his coal black eyes finally lit with the fire held within. His eyes now a bright orange burned the image of the world tree into his mind.
Aerion had never felt so powerful, yet in the face of Yggdrasil he had never felt more humble. He felt as if he was situated in the eye of a storm, that if he walked a little too far left or right he would be torn apart by the power in the air.
—-
Thor felt oddly calm as he fought through dozens of soldiers, it was just too easy. He sighed as he looked upon Loki fighting the Siccan King.
Loki looked rather bored as well with how he quite easily dodged the blasts of telekinetic energy and sent back blasts of magic that quite easily overpowered any defence the king put up.
Whereas his father simply watched as his single eye took in the whole battlefield and assessed for any weaknesses in the army for future reference.
Thor watched as his father tensed quite visibly and turned in the same direction hoping for a blood rushing fight.
Only to see a bright fire.
He blinked before he was suddenly hit with an intense blast of magic that left his ears ringing, he stumbled backwards as the Siccan soldiers surrounding him dropped to the floor also feeling the burst of magic.
Thor knew the magic to be familiar however, he blinked his sky blue eyes and in less than a few seconds cleared over a dozen miles.
Loki and Odin were not far behind as all three landed on a nearby hill to watch out on an awakening.
Thor had never seen one before, he couldn't remember his own and Lokis was while he was off world.
The fire that spanned hundreds of metres each way roared with fierce relentless fury, its flames cracked and snapped like a whip.
The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning bodies and scorched earth, the heat radiating outwards creating an invisible aura that would leave any asgardian burned beyond belief.
The crimson tongues of flame licked at the blue sky above hungrily, casting jagged shadows that seemed to dance and writhe.
The shadow of a familiar lithe figure emerged from the roiling inferno, unaffected by the heat that had even Thor sweating.
Flame trailed in the platinum haired boy's wake as each step he took seemed to further stoke the flames that swallowed the battlefield long ago.
An extremely long spear in his hand Thor had never seen before with an intricate red handle covered in old runes, the bottom of the long blade of the spear was forged into the shape of fire.
Two long red ribbons flew from just beneath the spears blade and blew madly in the malignant flames.
Aerion Brightflame The God of Fire.
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