Raven landed on another part of the Dark Forest. He felt weak, even flying with his wings seemed to consume all of his stamina. He panted and stick his back to an old rotten oak tree. His vision blurred, and his head felt like being hit by a rock. Soon, the only thing he see is darkness.
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Arthus sighed as he felt Raven's presense was gone from the castle. He knew this would happen, the death of his son. But didn't expect it to be so fast. He shook his head, Raven could've easily avoid death by passing the virus to Vechella, that girl. But he decided not to. Is this what you called 'love'? What a strange emotion. Arthus murmured inside.
He took a deep breath, and snapped his finger. Soon, Vechella appeared in front of him. The girl seems broke. "Listen," said Arthus, "you're the only one who could save Raven at the moment. He explained about the virus to you, right?"
Vechella answered.
"If he doesn't want to pass the virus to you, it's simple." Arthus gazed to Vechella with his silver eyes. "You shall sucked them out from him. And if both of you love each other that much, I believe you can do it."
Dark Forest, a very dangerous place. Especially to a pregnant human like her, but Arthus didn't has choice. He couldn't leave the castle. All he could do is believe in Vechella. "Take this." Arthus summoned a scrool and gave it to Vechella. "The guardian scrool. I don't know what will showed up. But when you desperately need help, open it." And then, for the first time in centuries Arthus stood up from his throne and walked to Vechella. He patted Vechella's head. "Good luck."