Chapter 24: Two Blades, One Purpose

Luz did not wait for another taunt. With a movement too fast for human eyes to track, Luz blade sang through the air with a sound like tearing silk, cleaving through both daggers in Jax’s hands before embedding itself in his chest. The raider collapsed bonelessly onto the blood-soaked ground without uttering a sound. The second attacker screamed and charged wildly with his sword raised. Luz sidestepped the clumsy swing effortlessly, grabbing the man’s wrist with crushing force. He twisted sharply, hearing bone crack as he threw the crippled fighter over the cliff edge into the churning sea below. Blood dripped from Luz’s sword tip onto the stone path as he surveyed the scene with cold satisfaction. “Anyone else?” he called out loudly enough for lingering stragglers to hear clearly.

Amelia heard the sound of someone shifting and looked up to see another raider with a bow and arrow on top of the cliff. He is drawing a long, weather bow, the wood dark and worn, with visible carvings and a slightly uneven, handmade look. The arrowhead is sharp and metallic, catching a hint of light. He appears rugged and battle-hardened like the other raiders, his clothing similar– made of layered, tattered materials stitched together into a practical but worn outfit. his hair is dark, long and tied back loosely with strands falling around his face. He fires an arrow before Amelia could make a sound and the arrow struck Luz’s armour, bouncing off the thick steel and falling broken on the floor. Amelia threw the dagger in her hands straight at the archer.

Luz’s head snapped toward the cliff top just as the dagger embedded itself in the archer’s chest. The man staggered backward with a surprised grunt before tumbling over the edge. For a moment, Luz stood frozen, his crimson eyes fixed on the spot where Amelia sat on his destrier. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, sheathing his sword with a deliberate clang of metal against scabbard. “Showing off again, are we?” he strode back to his destrier in four powerful strides, grabbing the reins and swinging himself back into the saddle behind her. His armoured arm wrapped possessively around her waist as he kicked the destrier into motion without waiting for permission.

The destrier leaped forward, its powerful legs eating up the ground as Luz urged it into a gallop. Behind them, the scattered remains of the raiders lay in crimson pools on the blood-soaked path, their bodies becoming carrion for the gulls already circling overhead. His armoured arm tightened around Amelia’s waist, pulling her back against his chest so she would not be jostled by the destrier’s frantic pace. The wind whipped past them, carrying the salt spray from the crashing waves below. “Impressive throw,” he said over the rhythmic pounding of hooves against stone. “Your father would have been proud you did not lose you touch.” Luz scanned their surroundings constantly as they rode on– the cliffs above, the ocean below, the narrow path ahead. Every sense remained alert for more ambushes or traps.

“I told you I could take care of myself,” Amelia said with a satisfied tone of voice. “I am not some helpless little girl.” A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating against her back through his armour. The tension from the brief skirmish seemed to dissipate as he relaxed slightly in the saddle. “I never thought you were helpless,” he corrected, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Just... reckless. Throwing daggers at enemies on cliffsides while sitting on my horse takes a certain lack of fear I have not seen since our youth.” His crimson eyes scanned the path ahead where it widened slightly, allowing better visibility. “Your father always said you had more courage than sense sometimes. Looks like some things never change. But do not expect me to stand by and let you fight every battle alone. Old habits die hard.”

“We can fight together,” Amelia said simply. “We can face whatever comes out way together.” Luz’s armoured grip on her waist loosened slightly, his posture relaxing as he processed her words. For a moment, the cold commander facade cracked, revealing the man underneath who had once shared dreams of protecting kingdoms side-by-side. “Together,” he repeated softly, the word sounding foreign on his tongue after years of solitude and betrayal. “That sounds... different from how I have been living lately.” His crimson eyes looked out at the cast ocean stretching to the horizon, then back down the path where Corrompido soldiers struggled to catch up.

“Fighting together implies trust. Something I have not earned from anyone in years.” The black veins on his arms and chest pulsed rhythmically as he considered her offer. “You realized what ‘together means for us? If we encounter real resistance at Cidade dos escravos, I will have to kill people defending their homes. People who might have served alongside me once.” The watchtower became visible in the distance. “And I want to be right beside you,” Amelia said stubbornly. “I am not some innocent girl who has not killed before, Luz.” His jaw clenched visibly at her unwavering determination– reminding him of the woman who has stood by him through storms and sunshine.

“No, you are not some innocent little girl,” he conceded, his voice roughening with emotion. “You are a survivor. You are more of a survivor than anyone I have ever met.” His crimson gaze fixed on the distant watchtower emerging from the twilight mists, its dark silhouette stark against the purpling sky. The familiar structure represented safety for now, but also confrontation. “If you insist on staying with me, then you follow my orders exactly. No questions asked. No hesitations,” he continued, adjusting his grip on the reins to accommodate her presence more comfortably. “I will. Just stop ordering me to run away the whole time,” Amelia said stubbornly.

They rode closer to the tall, cylindrical stone watchtower perched on a rocky outcrop. The tower looks weathered and ancient, built from rough-hewn stone blocks. Its top is partially enclosed by wooden structure– like a lookout platform– reinforced with beams and planks that appear worn and slightly crooked. Inside this section, a small fire burns, casting a warm orange glow. Hanging down the tower’s exterior is a long, dark blue banner bearing a faint emblem resembling a sun or radiant symbol. The fabric looks heavy and aged, stirring slightly in the wind.