Novel & Cerita I Became A Terminally-ill Knight

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”

Jeremiah became curious; he decided to cancel his purchase and went to see what happened. He came into the crowd and saw some knights with silver armors were having a heated argument with another knight who wore a leather-black armor. Jeremiah observed the black knight carefully; he had black silky hair, white smooth skin, and hazel eyes. Jeremiah realized that, except for the knight muscly figure, they shared similar physical features. ‘Is the black knight an omega, like me?’ He wondered. ‘Yes, you’re right, boy,’ Armadale added, ‘and judging by his armor, he’s a Paltiti’s paladin.’

Breathing becomes a difficult task, a conscious effort. The rain beats down on his back, adding more flame to the inferno of his pain. His eyes begin to droop while his heart fills with guilt. ‘Looks like we won’t be able to fulfill the promise, Luca,’ he whispers to his wolf. His beast doesn’t respond. Defeated, disappointed, and dejected, he closes his eyes. This is it. This is his end. ~~~~ “Kaizen Knight, the royal beta, is pronounced dead.”

He pointed at me as if he was gonna kill me. I couldn't matter a word. It was like I didn't care anymore. I felt lifeless; we grew up in a world where no one was dying but outside the Kingdom, we were weak and I couldn't stand it, especially since Mia was dead... I was just trembling, didn't know what to say or what to do... fuck! It was killing me; the pain was killing me. "You really wanna be a hero huh!" He chuckled in annoyance. "Knight in shining armour? Then your wish is my fucking command! You wanna leave, right? Sure I'll let you lea---"

Standing in the doorway was a man. He was tall, wearing a suit that looked like it was made of shadows. But his face... his face was half-finished. One side was a handsome, smiling man. The other side was a rough, grey mesh of wireframes and uncolored skin. He held a sword that was dripping with black ink. "I remember you," I breathed, my heart cold. "You should," the man said. His voice sounded like two different recordings playing at the same time. "I was the **Original Knight**. Before Rowan. Before the 'Donor' system. I was the one they built for Season 1, Episode 1."

A knight handed me a robe that I draped around myself. I looked at the line of dead bodies of my warriors. “How many martyrs?” I asked. “We haven’t counted alpha, but as you can see…” Gamma Nash’s voice was low with respect for the ones who died. It was then my eyes went on Trent lying limp on the ground with a hole created in his chest. Tremors waved through my chest seeing him lifelessly lying on the ground. “Trent?” I mumbled, tensing my brows. “After you passed out, the fallen ultimas who looked like skeletons rose again. All of them aimed for luna and you. Knight Trent lost his life protecting luna. He fulfilled his duty as her knight,” gamma Nash said.

“But just know—your death will be the first.” Alpha Knight’s eyes darted around the tent. He had not expected this; neither Boris’ timing nor my resistance and certainly not the iron wall of soldiers closing in around his own. But he still had that twisted glimmer in his eyes, like a cornered animal, dangerous and desperate. “Don’t be stupid,” I said coldly. “There’s no victory here for you. Just more corpses and more failure.” Knight’s lips curled into a snarl. “You think you’ve won something? This is just a delay, Zelda. One battle doesn’t decide the war.”

Aisha smiled. Kent told her the true goal of a knight is to attain peace and duty’s end with his soul broken permanently his life in the world was severely limited. He made do with what time he had left quoting a famous verse in the book of the knights. “Only in death does duty end.” Kent said with a smile. Aisha felt the pain in his voice was true he no longer had anything to lose but everything to give as they walked back to the palace the forest seemed to cry out grieving in his pain.

“I’m not certain… but I’ve known that some members of that guild were once great and talented warriors. But they turned their backs against the crown. They’ve forgotten their own names and where they came from, then became traitors of the capital.” A few minutes went by when they reached the grand knight's office. It was bigger than any regular office, having couches and a small coffee table at the center. A golden lamp at the dark-painted wall shone the displayed books underneath. Tera walked to his desk and took a piece of document. "Arth… am I correct?" Tera said while writing at the document. "What's your last name?" “Uhhh…” Arth scratched his black hair. "None, sir."

“Local Hawthorn joke. Our rooms are very sparse and bare. One knight said it was like living in a cell, and the name has stuck. Question, is your leader really that ill?” “Terminal, I’m afraid. People seldom recover from that disease.” “Disease? I didn’t know any of the Sentra strongholds had any diseases?” “We hope it’s not too catching.” “What is it?” “Incompetence. Karlorn has a very bad case of it.” “Terminal?” “Very.” Sigwulf laughed as they continued to walk to the men’s wing of the fortress, their footsteps echoing on the stone floor.