The older sighed, sword in hand, staring at the other with cold-blooded crimson eyes. 

The younger stared back, frightened. "D-Dave?" he stuttered, eyes watering.

The older shook his head, turning away, his feet forcing him away from the other. 

"I'm sorry..." his voice laced with regret.

Finally, as he was out in the distance, unable to see the other, Dave fell to the ground. His tears spilling at a much faster rate, 

He didn't want to hurt him.

Yet, he did. 

And he regretted it dearly.

"Please, forgive me..." he barely whispered out, sobs he tried his best to choke back, but failed, arisen.

A prideful, happy man - now a jubilant, sad one. 

"CHARLES" the older shouted playfully, the younger running away, giggling as the grass tried to trip him up. 

"you son a bitch" Steffen growled, chuckling after. A small smile forming its way onto his lips, watching the younger boy trip over his own feet.

He looked at his metallic arm, now having a potato inside due to the bubbly builder. 

Turning around, he started to walk off, back to his kingdom.

They just had a meeting, well, 3 of them.

Clay, Steffen and Charles were discussing the sudden quietness on the Great Lands Of Blood's sudden quietness, and why their king has completely isolated himself.

They didn't get quite far, Steffen and Charles's playful rivalry interfering. 

Dave's eyes opened abruptly, the king staring with cold, dead eyes at the door, waiting. 

"Daaavveee!" Tommy ran into the door as he opened it, his face saying hello to the floor. 

Dave sighed, shaking his head. "what?" he asked, coldly. 

Tommy stood up, clueless to the sudden cold nature of the king. 

"Pete made breakfast!" He giggled, Dave, nodding in response, left the room.

A clueless prince left alone, confused filling the void in his head. "What happened to you..." 

He shook his head, running down the stairs to grab the amazing food. 

"Clay?" a voice spoke behind him, the named boy turning around, seeing his only crush. 

"Oh, hey George..." he sighed, looking away.  George tilted his head, sitting next to his friend.

"You doing okay?" he asked, putting an arm around Clay.

He sighed. His cheeks a rosy red. "I'm just worried..." he started, leaning his head on George's shoulder. George hummed, allowing him to continue.

"We haven't seen Dave in 2 years, and no one is allowed in the Great Lands Of Blood..." George rubbed his back. "I'm just worried that something... bad happened.." he finished, looking at George as tears welled up in his eyes. 

George frowned slightly. "I'm sure he's fine..." he started, looking up at Clay. 

The next few hours were spent with George soothing Clay.

He hoped everything was okay with that kingdom.

The 3 kings had a feeling something bad was going to happen.

It wasn't going to be pretty, either. 

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I wrote this on my laptop and everything else might be updated through it.

I'm sorry if this is bad and for the late update.

Either way, hope you enjoyed!