Thy Kingdom Come

Through the Night
The stars twinkled in the dark sky like fairy dust, allowing their sprinkles to shower over the great Kingdom of Asha. It had been nearing lights-out time in the medieval kingdom which had been indicated by the numerous lit torches. Their flames danced and swayed lighting a small area, before having itself meet up with another torch about fifteen feet away.

This was a relatively unusual night, as the torches' flames were the only thing to give light to the moonless sky. They completely sliced through the darkness, giving the Kingdom just the right about of light to survive and help those day workers return home to their families and allow those who work the night shift to come in.

Waving to one another as they would switch their shifts, each and every citizen walking the streets had such a large smile on their faces. Some even sent friendly gestures to the shops directly across from them, despite being competition. But this was the nature of the people of Asha. A Kingdom which prides itself in the kind and loving vibes the people give off to one another.

"Get the hell away from here!" A worker out in front of his shop shouted. He From a distance, it'd be hard just to see what it was he'd been going on at, but upon closer inspection, one would find a little girl standing a few feet from where he stood with an apple from his stand in her hand. He threw a rock but he missed terribly.

She stood stiff and her facial expression showed that of puzzlement. She bought the apple up in front of her face, trying to hide from the man.

"Did you hear what I said you little shit!" He cursed. "We don't deal with freaks here! The Celestial Dragons should have killed you when they killed your mother!"

By this time, other store workers had stepped outside to witness and figure out just what was happening. Some remained quiet, shocked at what had been happening, while others joined the man. "Yeah, get out of here trash!" They shouted horrific words to the three-year-old girl.

A boy ran from the door behind the man, "Here you go Mr. Gillian." The boy rushed to the man's side and handed him a flintlock rifle.

Lifting the rifle up and aiming it the girl, he cocked it. The girl's face became drowned in tears as she pulled the apple down to reveal her ocean-like face. Those half workers that joined him earlier in calling her vile names quieted themselves. Each and every one of them had the exact same look on their face--regret.

She began running down the pathway and without a second thought he fired a shot at her, but he missed. A missed shot seemed to have made him angrier as emphasized by the look on his face.

With her vision obscured by the many tears in her eyes, she could not see the man who'd been right in front of her causing her to run head first into a man who'd been walking back down the direction she'd been running. Unaware of what had been going on, she wrapped her arms around the man's legs and let out wails that could be heard meters away.

"Thank you sir!" Gillian praised, "Hold her steady for me! It's time to go to hell!" He quickly cocked the rifle and aimed the barrel right at the back of the girl's head. With a simple pull of the trigger, he fired another shot at the girl.

The bullet traveled towards its destination--the back of the girl's skull, but just before it would make contact a rather unusual feat would unfold. Just centimeters before hitting the girl, the bullet would "bounce and hit a wall" causing it to go upwards completely missing the girl and curve over the man's head then on down into the dark night.

"WHAT THE?!" The man questioned as he witnessed the miracle unfold. "I know for a fact I hit the little shit!" Neither Gillian nor the others watching could explain the situation that occurred. All they could do was stand there in awe. "I ain't missing this time!" He shouted once more, "This time, I'll make sure I kill yo-."

"Do not fire again, or it will cost you your life." The white-haired man who'd the young girl had been holding stated. His closed eyes, calm demeanor, and expressionless face made it easy for them to decipher his words.

Gillian, on the other hand, seemed to have other plans. "Who the hell are you?! Now that I think about it, I've never seen your face around here!"

"Mr. Gillian! That's him! In the paper we read this morning!" the worker tried his best to remind his boss, "That guy, he's Ferrothorn Braxton!"

"I don't give a damn who he is! You know the rule here about that thing!" Gillian lifted his gun once more and aimed it, but this time it was at the man named Braxton. He gave it no thought, instantly pulling down on the trigger he let another shot off.

Before the bullet could even get close to Braxton, it would completely turn back down the path it came with an even stronger force. It would travel back down the barrel of Gillian's rifle, but instead of remaining in its position to be fired once again, it instead burst through the back of the rifle and went directly through the man's chest.

"I warned him."