Heys Guys,

Double realease today, so technically i have finished my quota for the weekly 2 chapters for Avalon. But fear not i will try my best to pump out chapters for both fics, whenever hi have free time. How have you been liking the tory so far, it may be a slow pace to some but, i am more focused on the character building aspect of it than making him op so i am sorry if its not to your taste.

How do you guys feel about the length of the chapters please tell me your opinion

I have also started working on illustrations for both my fics so expect those some time next week

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Enzo’s POV

We entered through the large thick iron palace gates, my mother still dressed in her cloak walked through the main entrance, she then did a quick turn, and arrived at the barracks, she swiftly avoiding the gazes of all the men entered the barracks and looked for a man. She precipitously sneaked into a private compound away from all the other regular, soldiers who were training in the barracks. When entering the private compound she frantically scanned looking for someone.

She soon found a man who was wearing a thick heavy silver armor and had a large Claymore attached to his back. The pommel had a dragon coiled around it, with a ferocious glint in it eye. He looked like the ideal knight, training with his claymore doing swings and jumps, while holding what seemed to a Claymore weighing at least 500 kg. He had a thick head of Black hair coupled with his brown eyes, he looked handsome and rugged. He wielded the Claymore up and down, rapidly with ease, which made handling the heavy Claymore seem rather easy.

He noticed my mother in the corner of his personal training compound and quickly dropping his claymore came rushing towards us. The Claymore made an extremely loud thud as it fell down and blew dust everywhere further strengthening my hypothesis that the Claymore was extremely heavy. He then dropped down, on one knee in front of my mother and looked up at her face, which was still covered in the cloak. I was still inside unable to be seen but through a small gap I was carefully observing every minute of the journey.

“My, lady you have returned, it has been too long,” he said, lowering his voice trying to not catch the attention of someone.

“It has Sir Loreck, where is my husband I need an immediate audience with him, he needs to see his son,” my mother commanded. She had no intention of hiding anything from this man, which surprised considering she didn't trust anyone with my existence; always breast feeding after dark or while still inside the large cloak, she only taking the cloak off when in desperate need for some light.

“His SON!!” Sir Loreck exclaimed, he was perplexed at the thought of my mother having a son, why was that? I thought. We were still nestled in a small corner of the compound away from prying ears, so his little gasp couldn't be heard.

“Yes I was with child when I left the city, I did not want to stay there knowing that my son might be in danger from the Queen. I was scared of what actions she might take to rid me of my only son.” My mother lied. I was surprised my mother did not seem at like a woman who would lie, she always treated me with sincerity and compassion; and the fact that she lied so easily surprised me. I was not at all appalled by her lie, she needed to do what was best for me, her basic instinct as a mother must have perpetuated such a lie.

“That was a good idea my lady, the queen has been having a wonderful time at your absence and if news of your child had reached her, she would have most likely sent assassins to take care of you,” Sir Loreck muttered, he seemed to be thoroughly and genuinely concerned about my mother well being.

“I know please take me to the king straight away, I need to show him to my husband before, his existence is discovered by the queen,” my mother urged

“Yes my lady, the King is in the study right now, I am will take you to him, unnoticed follow me,” he whispered.

My mother followed him without a word, taking his hand. I was strapped to my mother inside the cloak by a cloth so I did not need to be held by her continuously inside the cloak. We took winding paths to the back door and from the smell of it seemed like the kitchen of the castle. We then took a series of winding paths towards the center of the hall and then took us up a spiral staircase. My mother’s beating was getting more and more erratic; she seemed to be really nervous about meeting my father. We then arrived at a large double door, etched with a dragon on one side and a giant snake on the other.

Sir Loreck, knocked on the door.

“Come in,” a booming low voice resounded; it was a voice that was low and almost billowy, making my mother’s heart beat more turbulently.

The door opened and a bright light shined on my face momentarily blinding me.

Ariana’s POV:

My journey with my son was going smoothly, he never made a sound always observing his surroundings through a small hole in the giant black cloak I was wearing. Sometimes I wondered if he would every cry, but it never came. Once I thought he had died, because of how quite he was. But I quickly realized that he was just going about his usual routine of scanning across the entire location.

Finding him after my father’s death was a blessing God has vested on to me; he gave me my child to look after. To my surprise the first week after I found him, all he did was look for books, he was very inquisitive. In the night when I had him nestled close to me before going to sleep I would wake to find him, looking thorugh my father’s journals as if he were reading them. Of course he couldn't understand but it was amusing to watch him paying such close attention to books. I think he will be a great governor in the future. His future will be bright if he grows up in the castle.

I then remembered the memory of the queen attempting on my life. When I first came to the castle I was sleeping in my room when suddenly a group of assassins attempted at my life. The assassins almost had me, but the queen had ordered the me to experience pain before dying so when the assassins were kicking me and beating me. Sir Loreck rushed in and managed to save me just in time. I was beaten to the point where I had to be looked after the healing mage for more than 9 weeks during which my husband refused to leave my side. From then on my husband always put two from his own kings personal guard to guard me. One of them was Sir Loreck a King ranked warrior. He was extremely kind and caring towards me and one of the only two people who I trusted in the entirety of the castle other than my husband.

I felt extremely pained to lie to one of the only true friends but I had to, the secret that my son was not directly related to me cannot be known to anyone. We soon arrived at the doors to Gotrek’s study.

“Come in,” he said. I nervously walked into the bright room. The room was filled with books stacked on each side towering high above me. The room was dome shaped, and had the painting of the battle between the dragon and the serpent painted on the top. He was still buried in his paperwork writing something with a long black feather. Without looking up he asked.

“State your business..”

“Gotrek, “ I called

“Ariana?“ he looked up. His expression filled with pain, and a sudden burst of joy. He ran up to me coming to hug me. His 6-foot tall appearance paired with his handsome appearance would make any girl feel weak in her knees. He had thick head of brown hair, with bright red eyes. I quickly stepped back stopping him from hugging me.

“Gotrek, don't hug me right now, there is something in my cloak I need to show I said,” I slowly lifted my cloak off. Suddenly there was a loud thud and the study door was flung open. From it came the queen of this country, the woman and person I detested the most in the world. Queen Melisandre.

I looked at her, and her face soon turned ugly. She was looking at me with eyes filled with rage and anger. She had a beautiful figure with cascading Black hair coupled with her bright blue eyes. Following her were her faithful dogs. Her two knights who came from her own noble clan. She would use them to do all her ugly work. Often mostly focused on slandering and spreading false rumors about me.

“What is she doing here!!! Gotrek!” she called out unable to contain her anger.

“She lives here, Melisandre, and do not use that tone with me, you know I do not like to be questioned,” Gotrek replied.

“Sorry, my lord, but I wasn't aware of your mistress’ return and was unable to contain the surprise in my tone,” she said regaining her compouere.

“What were you saying dear,” he asked. His tone clearly different from the one he used to address Melisandre. I did not know if showing her my son would do me any good but she was bound to find out anyway.

I slowly pulled my son out from under the cloak; he was still looking inquisiticely at the room scaning with his small emerald eyes.

“This is our son, Gotrek, the real reason I left 9 months ago was so I could nurture and labor him with the care of my father. I did not want to pose any danger to him.” I muttered.

“LIES!!!” Melisandre shouted. Her temper flared again. “SHE IS BARREN MY LORD, HOW COULD SHE HAVE A CHILD, SHE MUST HAVE USED DARK MAGIC,” and with a malicious cry she shouted.

“GUARDS KILL THE DEMON CHILD IMMEDIATELY, HE DARE POSE TO BE THE SON OF OUR LORD, CUT HIM DOWN,” she shouted.

I quickly covered his body with my own. My son was still not making a sound. He was still stoic with no expression on his face.

“MELISANDRE SHUT YOUR MOUTH,”Gotrek shouted this time truly furious, he infused a bit of mana into the shout and a large amount of wind blew towards her knights pushing them back to their original place.

Melisandre looked at Gotrek truly baffled. She did not expect this turn of events. She stared looking back and forth between my child and Gotrek.

“Lord I apologize again, but how could she prove that the child is yours, she has been gone for over 9 months, maybe another…” before she could finish her sentence. Gotrek immediately used some sort of magic pushing her back out of the room and slamming the door shut in her face. He did not even give her the dignity of listening to her anymore.

“Arianna don't pay heed to her words, you are the woman I love, I know that I our son, I feel as though heaven is telling me, that is our son,” Gotrek exclaimed.

“Ariana, tell me why you would leave without even telling me you were with child,” Gotrek questioned.

“I couldn't risk it Gotrek, I was afraid for his safety, I didn't think the castle was safe for me when I am with child.” I said giving him a sad sorrowful look.

“I understand, let me see him,” he asked.

I slowly showed him our son. He held him to his heart. He had the grandest smile on his face. He couldn't contain his joy. The boy coupled with his bright green eyes and his brown thick hair looked cute beyond measure.

“He looks just like you Ariana,” Gotrek exclaimed.

“Have you named Ariana?” he asked.

“No, I was hoping you would give him a name,” I said.

“Ok let it be known, from today forward, there is a third prince in the country of Kislev, prince Deimos, Deimos Beherit.” He called.

As if understanding his words, Deimos gave him a bright cheerful smile and giggled.

“Auuu,” he said with his cute babyish voice.

Gotrek and I looked at each other, I had finally managed to give him a son, I was truly happy. We then enjoyed each others company, we had not seen each other for 9 months. The uncontained passion and desire rushed forth making for a very beautiful night…

Deimos’ POV:

I now had a new name, Deimos, I remembered it was the name of one of the moons of Mars in my own Solar system. It would come really close to the sun more close than any other planetary body in the entire solar system, but still managed to keep itself alive. It represented resiliency to me, and my name was a constant reminder of my need to stay resilient and continually strive for my goals. Deimos also is the greek word for 'dread', and featured in greek mythology frequently. Deimos was the son of Ares, the god of war and power and Aphrodite, goddess of beauty and love. he accompanied his father Ares into battle, and was said to bring forth most death, and misery. He was a personification of Trembling, Fear, Dread and Panic. I liked the idea that my name would produce fear and dread into the hearts of the people. Although that may be a myht i will make it come true in this new world, as a Godsman.

I had now been left in my father’s study, which turned to my pseudo baby’s room, I was quite happy with the arrangement. My fathers study was extremely big, towering above almost 10 meters with a dome shaped, roof. In the far end of it was my fathers desk which in itself was extremely large. There was a small seating arrangement similar to the sofa on the far left side and stacks of books all around the right and left walls. The room itself was imposing and commanding. Coupled with the painting of the serpent battling with the dragon, it brought a ferocious feeling to the whole room.

My father was quite an imposing man, he had left 4 of his own personal guards to guard me from outside the room and the room was completely barricaded so no one could get in unless it was through the main double doors guarded by the four elite soldiers. I learned that my father was man of great power, but was compassionate and loving to everyone around him.

I had thought of a clear plan already, to start training myself, I was quite young but, over the years the Demidov family had created various methods to start the training for the next heirs quite early. Of course the training was made to start at the age of at least 2 years old but I have made it my goal to train in a similar manner, starting now. The training consisted of doing pushups, star jumps and various other exercises that not only increased your body’s strength but also, your mental fortitude. I made it my goal to do my training everyday at night, but in the mornings try my best to start scouring the books in my fathers study.

I then started accessing my knowledge on the School of Erebus…