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miscellaneous_sectionCollection Title: Beyond the Haze
Chapter Title: An Envious Fool's Desires
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Archive of Our Own
Chapter Title: An Envious Fool's Desires
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: "Choose Not to Use"
Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Characters: Mortdred, Feryl
Ratings: Not Rated
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 725
Collection Summary: A small collection of ficlets dedicated to the Darkling Lords. Be it character explorations, leisurely moments, or battles; these are their tales on Prysmos.
Chapter Summary: ‘Darkstorm hasn’t been himself for awhile now. He seems more upset than usual, but this battle is most fortunate for me.’
Mortdred strays away into the foggy woods, far from the battle between the Darkling Lords and Spectral Knights, but he has his sights on a wolf roaming these parts. And he will gladly slay Feryl for his master.
But was following such a whim a good idea?
Author's Note: Inspired by Thinking by swordznsorceryArchive of Our Own
The mist of the forest was thick and cold in the morning, Mortdred could slice right through it with his sickle. The ground was muddy and covered in damped leaves of autumn, but he couldn’t stop to admire the beauty the rain left behind.
He was alone on the hunt for a beast.
Away from the other lords, the sound of their struggle against their enemies fading into the distance. He felt a pit forming within his chest from the heavy silence.
Mortdred was starting to have second thoughts as he trekked through the haze. ‘Dear god, what am I doing? Feryl is going to ambush me any minute now, I know it!’ He paused, ‘But, it’s for Darkstorm’s sake.’
He called out to the mist. “Oh Feryl! Come out, come out where ever you are?”
Silence, but Mortdred could sense his presence.
“Feryl, what are you? A wolf or a pup?” he mocked.
In the fog he heard a wolf’s panting, and the sounds of paws trampling around him before fading off again. He felt his heart racing where he stood, but he kept his wits up.
He held on to his weapon as he continued on his way, a dark thought took hold. ‘Darkstorm would be most pleased when I offer him Feryl’s head.’
As he progressed, the dark trees were beginning to blend in together. He felt his stomach turn more and more as he checked the rotting logs, the moss covered rocks that scattered across the land.
He came to a stop and listened for the Spectral Knight.
And there he waited, shaking from the fear of the inevitable.
Mortdred reflected, ‘Darkstorm hasn’t been himself for awhile now. He seems more upset than usual, but this battle is most fortunate for me.’
He found himself grinning, menacingly. ‘What better way to make him feel better than to slay Feryl? He has been most fortunate for far too long, in my humble opinion. And besides, he doesn’t deserve any of it in the slightest.’
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sounds of paws digging through the marshy dirt. The sounds of a wolf galloping towards him.
And in a blink of an eye, bursting from the mist, the beast lunged towards him. Mortdred dodged the attack, rolling in the thick mud before shooting back up. His hands were shaking as he held on to his weapon. Feryl stared him down, hunched and growling, ready to pounce on him.
He darted to Mortdred again, but before he knew it the Darkling Lord decked him in the snout. He buckled and was left stunned, whining from the pain.
Feryl transformed back into his human form, gently cupping his bleeding nose. Mortdred tackled the young knight to the ground from behind, restraining him.
He was down on his knees struggling to break free, but stopped as he felt cold bronze up against his throat.
Mortdred gloated, “Oh, the mighty wolf has been toppled by a stag beetle of all things. How embarrassing?”
Feryl gulped as the curved blade pressed closer. “At first, I thought serving your head to my master would be good enough. But now, I think your whole corpse would be better suited for him!
“Beside, it would be most amusing to see the look on Leoric’s face when he sees it,” he chuckled, grimly.
‘Finally. Finally, I got the upper hand you miserable mutt!’ mused Mortdred, until-.
“No!”
He headbutted him right at the temple, helmet against helmet. Mortdred yelped as he let go, dropping his sickle, and Feryl got back up and pulled out his forked-dagger. He flinched from the cut on his neck, he quickly applied pressure to the wound.
The Darkling Lord scrambled back to his feet, clumsily grabbing his weapon. Before Mortdred could fight back, he felt electricity pulsing through him. He collapsed to the mud and leaves beneath him.
Feryl was left there panting, tired, and dazed from the fight. He paced himself to try to find his way back the others. His sense of smell wouldn’t do with the scent of iron masking the world. He didn’t want to lift his head too much because of that cut.
That’s when he heard Leoric calling for him in the distance, and Feryl followed.
“Coming,” he croaked, pressing on his neck, leaving Mortdred’s unconscious body behind.
He was alone on the hunt for a beast.
Away from the other lords, the sound of their struggle against their enemies fading into the distance. He felt a pit forming within his chest from the heavy silence.
Mortdred was starting to have second thoughts as he trekked through the haze. ‘Dear god, what am I doing? Feryl is going to ambush me any minute now, I know it!’ He paused, ‘But, it’s for Darkstorm’s sake.’
He called out to the mist. “Oh Feryl! Come out, come out where ever you are?”
Silence, but Mortdred could sense his presence.
“Feryl, what are you? A wolf or a pup?” he mocked.
In the fog he heard a wolf’s panting, and the sounds of paws trampling around him before fading off again. He felt his heart racing where he stood, but he kept his wits up.
He held on to his weapon as he continued on his way, a dark thought took hold. ‘Darkstorm would be most pleased when I offer him Feryl’s head.’
As he progressed, the dark trees were beginning to blend in together. He felt his stomach turn more and more as he checked the rotting logs, the moss covered rocks that scattered across the land.
He came to a stop and listened for the Spectral Knight.
And there he waited, shaking from the fear of the inevitable.
Mortdred reflected, ‘Darkstorm hasn’t been himself for awhile now. He seems more upset than usual, but this battle is most fortunate for me.’
He found himself grinning, menacingly. ‘What better way to make him feel better than to slay Feryl? He has been most fortunate for far too long, in my humble opinion. And besides, he doesn’t deserve any of it in the slightest.’
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sounds of paws digging through the marshy dirt. The sounds of a wolf galloping towards him.
And in a blink of an eye, bursting from the mist, the beast lunged towards him. Mortdred dodged the attack, rolling in the thick mud before shooting back up. His hands were shaking as he held on to his weapon. Feryl stared him down, hunched and growling, ready to pounce on him.
He darted to Mortdred again, but before he knew it the Darkling Lord decked him in the snout. He buckled and was left stunned, whining from the pain.
Feryl transformed back into his human form, gently cupping his bleeding nose. Mortdred tackled the young knight to the ground from behind, restraining him.
He was down on his knees struggling to break free, but stopped as he felt cold bronze up against his throat.
Mortdred gloated, “Oh, the mighty wolf has been toppled by a stag beetle of all things. How embarrassing?”
Feryl gulped as the curved blade pressed closer. “At first, I thought serving your head to my master would be good enough. But now, I think your whole corpse would be better suited for him!
“Beside, it would be most amusing to see the look on Leoric’s face when he sees it,” he chuckled, grimly.
‘Finally. Finally, I got the upper hand you miserable mutt!’ mused Mortdred, until-.
“No!”
He headbutted him right at the temple, helmet against helmet. Mortdred yelped as he let go, dropping his sickle, and Feryl got back up and pulled out his forked-dagger. He flinched from the cut on his neck, he quickly applied pressure to the wound.
The Darkling Lord scrambled back to his feet, clumsily grabbing his weapon. Before Mortdred could fight back, he felt electricity pulsing through him. He collapsed to the mud and leaves beneath him.
Feryl was left there panting, tired, and dazed from the fight. He paced himself to try to find his way back the others. His sense of smell wouldn’t do with the scent of iron masking the world. He didn’t want to lift his head too much because of that cut.
That’s when he heard Leoric calling for him in the distance, and Feryl followed.
“Coming,” he croaked, pressing on his neck, leaving Mortdred’s unconscious body behind.