-Tyranor's point of view-

Starring at the maiden the jailer held I could only see fear in her eyes as her chest kept rising and falling in rhythm to her heart beat, her skin looked rough and dirty, with lashes all over them, she was a victim of these impotent, useless old fools torture and it made my boil blood.

My number one rule — never to hurt an innocent person especially if she's a lady, and this people derived pleasure in torturing her to kill her for being different.

But I saw no difference in her, she was like me, born out of the ordinary and sent to this cruel world to suffer in the hands of humans.

"Does anyone want to challenge me?!." I raised my voice loudly starring at them for their response.

There silence gave me delight, fear the weakness of these pesky humans.

I proceeded forward standing tall in front of her, I kept starring studying her carefully to figure out what she truly was, and why I heard her voice so loud in my ears, it drew me to this place for some reason.

"I'm taking her." She finally looked up at me as i said those words.

The council chiefs said nothing not daring to go against my word for they knew the consequences of doing so.

"Give her to him fool!!." one of them shouted to the jailer, I smirked watching him unlock the chains on her hands and legs immediately giving her freedom.

"What do you want with me?." She asked slowly twisting her knuckles still shaking in fear.

What I want with her isn't a topic to be discussed here, first I had to take her to my kingdom far from this wicked people.

"Come with me or they kill you." I muttered leaning forward to her face.

she darted her eyes around the place starring at two particular people for some reason.

"I'll take that as a yes!." i stated and bent picking her up as I placed her on my shoulder walking back.

She suddenly started screaming hitting my back to free her, I just saved her from death and she's crying?!!

I ignored placing her on my horse as I held her wrists with one hand jumping on it.

Her bare back pressed my chest as my hands held her waist down making sure she wouldn't jump down, her wavy red hair kept blowing into my eyes but I didn't mind riding away as my army followed suit.

she kept weeping annoyingly struggling out of my grip.

I kept riding hitting the ropes to make the horse ride faster, we had to get back before sunset.

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VULKARIAN LAND

My riders cheered rising their swords in the air as we reached our land, my home —Vulkarian land, born put of the bones of lost knights who dead fighting for the land formerly called the land of the gods.

The Palace gates opened as we got near, we rode slowing down the horses till we stopped.

The girl had passed out long before we even reached and I got down carrying her in my arms as I walked into the Palace.

The guards and maids kept starring at my through glances wondering who I brought home , I never bring anyone to my home or rather no one ever knew of my home.

We were a myth to the people told through stories but only those who witnessed the wrath of the Vulkarian knights could believe we were real.

"Welcome my lord, you brought a maiden?." My cheif adviser and old friend lenod said walking to me.

I sighed as I stopped holding her tender body well in my arms, I could see him peep forward trying to see her face.

"She prayed to me." I muttered, the only explanation I could give to him walking forward as I took the stairs to my Chambers.

The guards immediately opened the door for me as I stepped in and they closed it shut.

I walk forward to the bed placing her gently and moved away to really grasp the beauty she kept emanating.

She suddenly flinched twitching her eyebrows still they finally snapped open, I could see the confusion written all over her face as she sat up looking around the whole room.

"whe....where am I?." She shuttered blinking so much at me, I stepped forward and she shifted back in fright.

"My name is Tyranor." I said calmly to ease her fear but it was still there.

"I know you..you're a god...!." She trailed slowly giving me those fearful looks.

"Yes I am, tyranor the god of war whom you prayed to for your freedom." I said and she leaned out of her crunched circle more shocked in disbelief.

"gods?, war?, gods exist?!." She fumbled they always do that...typical humans.

" we are not myths, we only became myths to stop you humans from looking for us." I said and stepped forward, she dragged the sheets suddenly covering her naked body in fear, it made me chuckle to think she would think I wanted to touch her.

"Why did you bring me here?." She asked more stern and sharp.

"You're mine now, I couldn't leave you In the hands of those people, they would have killed you." I said plainly seating at the corner of the bed.

she was oddly fascinating to talk to.

"How did I become yours, please take me back I want to go back." She uttered and jumped down the bed wanting to run.

I sighed and stood walking to her as I grabbed her hand dragging her back.

"Let me go, let me go!." She kept screaming as I tangled her in my arms dragging her back and threw up lightly on the bed.

My patience was running out with her.

"You prayed to me to help you and I did that making you my worshipper, and you can't go back to your land because you a way far from home little human, so you better seat down while I figure out what you are!." I said snapping at the end enough to make her flinch.

TBC