Elincia's Point of View

Dwardew

Things were very awkward. Arthur suddenly mentioned a summit, and though he didn’t explain, many knew what he meant. That included all the implications that came with it. To suggest such a thing despite his station was unheard of and completely undermined my sister and me. However, there was nothing I could do. If Arthur wanted to hold a summit, and invite the world’s leaders, I’m not sure who could stop him.

“A summit.” I repeated in a small amount of surprise.

“It’ll be in Lestrania, so I’d appreciate if I could use the Temple, but if not…” He trailed off for a moment before he shrugged. “I suppose I could just use my house. It’s big enough.” Then he frowned. “Although, that means I’ll have to clean most of it.” A few coughs escaped his lips. “Haven’t kept up on any of the cleaning except a few rooms.”

Many watched as he coughed more and leaned back with his eyes closed. “A summit hosted by Sir Arthur does sound interesting, but I’m not sure why you want to hold one.” Lady Turiel spoke. “Who would all even attend?”

“Lestrania, Vithari, Druids, and I can probably get the Dragon Clans to join.” He stated before his lip twitched, and he seemed to flinch. “If that many join in, I can guarantee most of the others won’t be able to help themselves.” Arthur’s smirk made all of us glance at each other. “The purpose is-“

The man suddenly stopped as his eyes slammed open, and he flinched away from something as if someone had shouted in his ear. Standing and whipping around, many of us were confused but knew Arthur was far more aware than most of us. Kheri, and we readied ourselves as I ignited my magic while she drew her swords.

“What is it!?” I asked as I had my magic at the ready.

There was no reply. Arthur merely stood there, but his body seemed to be trembling. Was he scared, or were his wounds acting up? Perhaps the poison was still hurting him. However, all these thoughts were swept aside when Arthur’s breathing picked up. I stepped beside him and looked up at his face to see his eyes wide as they focused on something in the room.

Yet, I saw nothing. “Arthur?” I let out, confused.

His breathing continued to pick up, and he started to stumble as he backed away. “Arthur!” Typhon cried out as he rushed to his side and steadied him. “What’s wrong!?”

All of us were trying to help him. “Is it the poison?!” I asked as I used my magic on him.

“I will assist you!” Lady Turiel said.

Nothing worked. “Arthur!” I shouted as his eyes were focused on the same spot and shaking terribly.

His breathing picked up and he started to gasp for air. “Stop calling me that!” Arthur barely let out, but he seethed as he did.

A hole suddenly appeared in the wall where he was looking before blood trickled down from his eye. Specifically, the one that had been destroyed by Tor. He clutched at his eye as he collapsed on the floor. Typhon was able to keep his upper body secured as his legs gave out, but Arthur was essentially in his lap.

“I got him!” Ty cried out, and he looked at me. “Put him to sleep.”

“I didn’t ask for this.” Arthur mumbled. “I didn’t ask for this!” He repeated more angrily before he started to vomit a copious amount of blood.

“By the gods…” Ventari whispered in shock.

“Put him to sleep!” Typhon shouted more urgently.

Arthur became delirious as he waved his arms about. “Don’t touch me…” He then flinched as his head swung and wobbled. “And don’t call me that.”

Lady Turiel and I finally put him to sleep, but many of us stared at all the blood as he coughed weakly. Despite being asleep, you could hear him still wheezing. He was close to hyperventilating at one point. Although, I think that stopped because he collapsed.

Slowly lifting him with my magic and laying him down, Typhon got to his feet and looked at all the blood on him. It was more than alarming. No one should have this much blood just sitting in their stomach. Obviously, it’s a bad thing in general, but this truly was more blood than I have seen from most who would bleed out.