(mentions of extreme injury, viewer discretion advised.)

It was three days before Mandara's coronation when Deutsche arrived in Mandoria, it had taken him that long because he didn't have wings and had to travel a little over a hundred miles on horseback.  When he made it to the castle gates the knights recognized him as a German and he was immediately stopped.

"Fear not Mandorians, for I have come with peaceful intentions and only wish to speak with your king," Deutsche explained. 

The knights were very suspicious of the prince and didn't know what to do, eventually, one made his way to the castle to inform Mandoria of the visitor.

After about fifteen minutes and a quick disarming, Deutsche was finally escorted into the throne room where King Mandoria was sitting on his throne, Mandara and Derogan were standing on either side of him.  Deutsche's mouth was slightly agape as he gazed at Mandoria, he had never met him before and was rendered speechless at the size of the kingdom's wings.  

The German quickly shook off his amazement before his gawking became rude, he knelt at the base of the throne's stairs and said, "oh great King Mandoria, I come to you as but a servant to the crown and wish to have an audience with you."

Mandoria appeared utterly shocked at the words Deutsche was saying, the princes also had dumbfounded looks on their faces.  Despite his surprise, Mandoria kept his composure, "thou has traveled a great distance to seek an audience with us, we are very curious as to what thou has to say, Prince Deutsche."

"Thank you, your Highness," Deutsche said, he straitened up before continuing, "your Majesty, I have traveled for days to tell you that you are in grave danger.  The Kingdom of Prussia has learned of your retirement and is on his way here, as we speak, to challenge you for your title before Prince Mandara is crowned the new king."

The throne room fell dead silent, you could have heard a pin drop from across it and the tension could have been sliced with a sword.  Mandara and Derogan glanced at each other nervously as they awaited their father's response.

"Prince Deutsche, thou are the son of King Prussia are thy not, so tell us why we should believe thee?" Mandoria said at last.

"He is not my father," Deutsche said firmly, which shocked the Mandorians, "we may be related by blood, but he has done nothing to me to deserve the title of father.  I have been nothing but a disappointment to him simply for being born without wings, and he made sure to treat me as such my whole life.  That is why I have come to warn you, your Majesty-" the German gazed up at the brothers, "-I do not want your sons to lose the one thing I could never have." 

Mandoria contemplated Deutsche's tale for a moment, he wasn't sure how he should feel about the German Prince, he was skeptical about the truthfulness of a German, especially the son of his rival.  Mandoria then stood up from his throne and drew closer to Deutsche, who in turn took a step back and kelt again.

"Rise, Prince Deutsche," Mandoria said, the German did as told, "we are terribly sorry to hear of thy misfortune and we can only imagine the risk thou ist taking to warn us, so we are willing to heed thy warning."

"What?" the Mandorian princes said in unison, while Deutsche looked completely astonished. Mandoria continued, "thou says he is on his way here?"

Deutsche nodded, "y-yes your Majesty, he is approaching with a dozen troops, though I suspect he will challenge you to an aerial duel."

Mandoria hummed then turned to his sons, "well my sons, the day we have been dreading for years is upon us, do you remember what I have taught you?"

"Yes, Father," the brothers said in unison again, Mandoria nodded and turned back to Deutsche, "doest thou wish to accompany us to meet thy father."

"Yes, your Highness, I want to watch you put that bitch in his place."

Mandoria pursed his lips, although flattered by the German prince's faith that he would win, he knew that Prussia was stronger and younger than him and did not share the same hope, however, he left the conversation at that and left his guest with his sons while he went to prepare for battle.

Several hours had passed when the Prussians had finally arrived, Mandoria and his best knights, as well as the three princes, were waiting for them in a large meadow near the edge of the kingdom.  Despite being capable of flight, Prussia was riding a pitch-black Clydesdale since he was leading his knights.  Prussia raised his hand and stopped his troops when they were a few yards away from the Mandorians

"Well well King Mandoria, we meet again," Prussia said without emotion.

"Indeed we have King Prussia," Mandoria responded, "I thought I told you to never come back."

"Now is that any way to greet an old friend," the Prussian king mocked, he snapped his fingers and a knight grabbed his horse's reins.  Prussia slid off and took a few steps towards the Mandorians, "it looks like you have become acquainted with my former prince."

Deutsche flinched when Prussia said "former", his father had disowned him, he wasn't surprised but it still hurt hearing it come out of his mouth.

"We have," Mandoria admitted, "and I can say that he would make a better king than you ever would."

Prussia growled and his feathers bristled, "enough talk, you know why I'm here so let us get on with it."

Mandoria sighed and took a step towards his opponent, but was stopped when someone grabbed his wing, he turned around and saw Mandara's terrified face.

"Please don't do it, Father," he begged, "there has to be another way."

Mandoria didn't say anything at first, he just stared at his sons for a moment, then opened his arms to them.  The princes didn't hesitate to hug him tightly, they both had tears in their eyes because from their father's expression, he knew he most likely was going to lose.

"I will fight my hardest for you two, I promise," the king simply said, the brothers nodded and reluctantly let go of their father, who turned around without another word and approached Prussia.

When they were face to face, Mandoria said, "I assume you know the rules, King Prussia?"

"Indeed, no armor permitted, any sword is permitted, do not aim for the wings, the one who is disarmed and/or killed is the loser."

Mandoria nodded, with the rules out of the way, the two winged kings took five steps back and begun the ritual of initiating the aerial duel.

First, both kings spread out their wings to show off their wingspan, Mandoria's was larger by 1'1" but Prussia was not intimidated.  Next, the two begun to circle each other in a counterclockwise manner, their wings still raised and bristled to make themselves look bigger.  After about three rotations, the kings stop and drew their weapons, Mandoria had his longsword and Prussia had his twin sabers, and they waited for the other to make the initiation by mimicking a raptor's battle cry.

After a moment of tense waiting, Prussia made the battle cry and took off into the air, Mandoria following soon after.  When the two reached the height limit of thirty feet, they flew to each other and locked swords, the battle for King Wing has officially begun.

The fight raged on for almost a whole hour and neither king had been able to strike the finishing blow.  Both did have quite a few cuts but none of them were fatal, even Prussia's gash over his right eye was not enough to take him down.  Back on the ground, everyone was waiting tensely for their respective king to gain the upper hand, Mandara even had to physically hold Derogan back from interfering.

As the kings continued to battle, it was apparent that Mandoria was tiring, he was older than Prussia and didn't have the endurance of his opponent.

Prussia noticed this, "getting tired old man?"

Mandoria grunted but didn't say anything as he dodged a swipe from Prussia, but that was Prussia's plan and he struck in Mandoria's blind spot.

Mandoria's eyes widened, he couldn't move out of the way in time and was impaled by both sabers, stabbing through his stomach and protruding from his back.

"NO!!!!!!" the Mandorian princes screamed, they couldn't believe their eyes, there was no way their father was just impaled.

Mandoria couldn't believe it either, he didn't even feel any pain, was he just imagining it?  The warm wetness running from his stomach and back told him this was real, and eventually, the shock wore off and he felt the pain hit him like a sledgehammer, making him feel weak and lightheaded.

Prussia smiled as he saw the energy drain from his foe's eyes, "auf wiedersehen, Mandoria," he whispered in the kingdom's ear.

With that, Prussia pulled his sabers out of Mandoria and he was sent falling.  The Mandorian would have been killed instantly had Mandara and Derogan not have flown up and caught him.  The princes carefully brought their father down to earth and knelt down with him, they both glanced at each other and thought the same thing, that Mandoria wasn't going to make it.

"Father, Father please open your eyes, please," Mandara begged, tears streaming down his face.

Mandoria coughed and opened his eyes a bit, he saw his sons' tearful faces.

"My sons," he rasped weakly, "I am sorry, I tried my best."

"It's ok Father, but please hang on, we can get help," Derogan said.

"No, it's too late for me."

"Don't say that Father!" Mandara cried, "you're going to be ok, you have to be ok, please!  You can't leave us too, you promised!"

Mandoria raised his hand and cupped it on Mandara's cheek, "I won't leave you, even if you can't see me, I will always be with you, with both of you.  But you have to be strong now, and you have to promise me you will look after each other."

Derogan nodded, trying his best to be strong but failing, "yes Father, we promise."

Mandoria gave a weak smile, "I ... love ... you ... b-b-"

The Mandorian king never finished, his eyes closed and his hand fell away from Mandara's face, the Kingdom of Mandoria was dead.

"F-Father," Mandara murmured, "no ... p-please d-don't go ... Father?"

Mandoria did not answer, Mandara felt himself break, he threw himself on his father's body and cried harder than he ever has before.  Derogan hugged his brother and cried too, both completely forgetting about all the knights watching them.

Prussia finally came down and stood in front of the Mandorian knights, "knights of the kingdom of Mandoria, your king is dead and now the throne belongs to me, now bow before your new ruler."

The Mandorian's looked confused and muttered amongst each other, technically Mandara was the king now that Mandoria was dead.  Prussia noticed their confusion and understood why, "well, perhaps you're right to hesitate, for I have not eliminated the competition yet."

Derogan heard what he said and turned to him, he saw the Prussian king turn around and walk towards the brothers.  Before he could get too close, Deutsche appeared out of nowhere and tried to grab his father's swords.  Derogan took that opportunity and bolted up and ran for his own father's sword that he dropped.  When the prince came back to defend his brother, Prussia had sliced Deutsche's arm and knocked him to the ground.

Derogan lept forward to strike Prussia down, but the king saw him in his peripheral vision and blocked the attack.  The two fought for a while, but Prussia was much more experienced than Derogan and overpowered him quickly, slicing him on the left wing and right leg.  Derogan fell and Prussia placed a foot on his chest, he was just about to kill the prince when Mandara yelled for him to stop.

Prussia looked up with irritation, "and why would I want to do that Runt, I need to eliminate the threats to my crown."

"Then let us go away," Mandara cried, "we will leave and you never have to see us again, just please don't kill my brother, please!"

Prussia thought about the offer for a minute, he looked down at Derogan, he really wanted to kill him because he reminded him of a winged Deutsche, something he always wanted but could never have.

"Fine," he grumbled at last, he lifted his foot off of Derogan and let him crawl away to his brother.  Mandara helped him up and put his arm around his shoulders to help him stand.

"What are you waiting for," Prussia barked, not letting the princes rest, "get out of here!"

The brothers flinched and started walking away, they stopped to gaze at their father's body one final time,  then with broken hearts, they turned to leave.

"Wait," Prussia shouted after them, they stopped and turned their heads to him as he continued, "take that useless waste of space with you."  He pointed to Deutsche.  "He has no place in my kingdom."

The brothers blinked at Deutsche, who wordlessly walked towards them.  He put Derogan's other arm around his own shoulders, "looks like you guys are stuck with me for now." he said ruefully.

Mandara and Derogan didn't say anything, they just nodded in thanks, then the three former princes walked away from the battlefield, leaving their fathers, their homes, and their entire lives behind as they walked into the life of banishment.

(I had a really hard time writing this, I had to stop halfway because I was starting to cry, sorry for giving y'all feels)