The Lost Prince (TechnobladexFemReader)

Chapter 40(End of part 4)

"what??...that's...that's crazy" You couldn't believe it, even if it was Philza you were talking to.

He read out a paragraph from the book, reciting it like he had memorized it for this moment.

"descendants have distinguishable purple flame mana, their flames burn as hot as the sun eviscerating all in their way."

Purple flame...?

"So...you think I'm one of them" Philza looked conflicted, he tried to find the right words.

"y/n...I-"

The door suddenly opened, Philza stopped talking, his eyes shifting to the door where Andriel stood holding tea. You sighed in relief seeing it was just her.

"Andriel I said to wait until I come get you"

"I...I j-just thought you w-would like some tea your grace" She answered, her voice shaky. You raised an eyebrow in confusion at her scared expression.

"Are you okay?"

"o-of course your grace" She slowly walked in. Philza sensed something was off, he snapped the book closed and shoved it under the table to hide it. Andriel placed the tea on the table, her eyes glanced up at you. They were wide and full of fear, you went to ask her if she was alright when something flew past her and into your shoulder.

"...." You could only feel a sharp and sudden pain and a feeling of being drained.

Your eyes shifted to your side, where an arrow was embedded. Blood began to pour down your shoulder and soak your clothes as time seemed to slow. Andriel screamed and ducked away, hiding in fear. Philzas eyes widened, he turned to the entrance where a witch hunter stood, crossbow in hand.

"how the-'' Philza raced to grab his knife but an arrow was shot into his hand. "AGH!"

"I found my liege" The witch hunter spoke, a sick smile on his face.

"Ugh finally" a voice came from down the hall, "you'd think their servants would just tell us after killing half of them, but no."

You held your shoulder, doubling over in pain as your blood spilled onto the wooden desk and floor. A man walked into view, he wore the clothes of a monarch covered in armour, half of his face was blocked by a porcelain mask with a permanent grin. He brushed back his brown hair with his hand, getting blood in his locks. He looked up at you, his green eyes widening with glee.

"you must be Y/N...oh now isn't this lucky??"

He tried to walk towards you when Philza stood between the two of you. He had finally grabbed his knife and was ready to defend you.

"get the hell out of here before I gut you"

Dream examined Philza, looking him up and down before smirking.

"Well well well...You must be Philza..." He spoke up, recognizing him. "You know...your little boy wouldn't shut up about you, what was his name? Tub something"

Philzas eyes widened, his breath became hitched as he barely managed to speak. "T-Tubbo..."

"That's the one!" Dream snapped his fingers in confirmation. Philzas' stare hardened, rage began to consume him as his wings outstretched in anger as he flew up ready to hunt down the men that had hurt his family.

"What did you do to my boy?!"

Philza readied a spell, but dream sighed and gestured to his men. At his command they threw chains that clamped onto avian, Phils eyes widened as he felt his mana disappearing.

"w-what the?"

The other witch hunter threw a chain that wrapped around his leg unnaturally. It coiled around him, draining the mana from his body. Dream smirked as the hunters began to pull him from the sky and to the ground, Philzas wings gave out as he hit the floor with a hard thud.

"PHILZA!" You screamed out to him, you tried to form flames from your hand but as soon as the mana built up it was sucked away by the arrow in your shoulder.

To have the mana stripped away from you is like losing blood if done too much it can kill you, Philza felt his consciousness slip away. He still tried to fight but had no more strength.

"y-y/n....run"

You reached out, wanting to help but the arrow that had hit you felt different like it was sucking the very life force from you. Dream raised his foot, bringing it down onto Philzas head as the powerful Avain lay beneath him.

You stared down at Philza, stumbling forward to help him.

"Get your foot off him!" You screamed, trying to reach your friend. Dream pushed his boot down harder onto Philzas head until you heard a sickening crack.

The sound echoed, your heart dropped and eyes wide. Dream laughed at your expression, removing his boot to walk closer to you.

"Stay away from them!!!!" You turned to Andriel who ran at Dream with Philzas knife ready to kill him, her eyes filled with tears. Dream sighed before raising his hand, he let Andriel pierce his hand with the knife. It went straight through.

She stumbled back, as he looked at the wound not even batting an eye while he pulled out the knife to examine it.

"Is that it?" He twirled the knife in his hands playfully before grabbing Andrel by the hair. He bent her head closer, taking the knife and plunging it through her glasses and into her eye. She screamed out in pain, falling over.

"Andriel!" You tried to reach out to her but another witch hunter wrapped a chain around your outstretched arm. Your heart began to race as the mana flowed from your chest and out through to the chain, absorbing it.

Your knees buckled from the pain, it felt like the chains were scorching you.

"AAAHHH" you could hear your skin burn from the contact, another chain wrapped around your other arm burning you more until it became too much. The last thing you remember was a bright purple light before you had lost consciousness.

Just as fast as you had settled into your home it began to crumble all over again.

(end of P.4...)

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