Vesemir heeded the Queen's demand thankfully. Cirilla was pacing around anxiously in the Great Hall waiting for him to arrive back. Her children, Arragon and Selaena were playing chase. The two skidded across the fall, trying to avoid the hits from each other. Cirilla watched them with a smile on her face.

The gigantic wooden doors of the Great Hall creaked open and Simon walked through. Cirilla's heart sank, she was hoping it was her husband.

He bowed as he made his way over to her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"His Majesty is in Aoroia, it won't be long til he returns," Simon informed.

Cirilla sighed in relief and dismissed him. It was time to put the action in plan. She had hired a coach to take her and her family far away from Hiyde as possible, far away from the war. She would be seen as a coward for running, but her family was the most important to her.

She walked over to Arragon and Selaena, who were lying on the floor due to exhaustion. Arragon grinned at the sight of his mother while Selaena continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Dad reaching soon?" he asked.

"He's in Aoroia now. He'll reach soon enough," Cirilla replied, patting her son's head.

Even the beautiful Aoroia had been dragged into the war. What was once covered with lush forests and greenery with mountains in the background now became a scarce flaming desert reeking of death and destruction.

War was cruel.

"Mom, I feel a little woozy...," Selaena mumbled as she sat up. Cirilla moved over to her, picking her up from the floor. Arragon stared up in envy.

"You probably ran around too fast. Just rest and you'll be fine."

Cirilla worried for Vesemir. He was so close yet so far at the same time. Her pessimistic mind kept considering the fact that something might happen to him along the way. 

"Mom, you're going to hit the wall," Arragon's voice said suddenly.

Cirilla snapped out of her thoughts and realised she was one step away from hitting the wall of the Great Hall. She laughed and turned away, bouncing Selaena in her arms.

"What are you thinking about?" Arragon asked curiously.

Cirilla gestured to the chairs at one corner of the hall. She placed Selaena on one of them and sat in one herself. Arragon climbed onto one as well.

"I'm worried about the war, and all of you."

"War, huh. Why are we fighting anyway?"

Cirilla paused, this wasn't exactly a child-friendly topic, "there are many reasons. Sometimes we fight because we need land or resources, other times because we feel threatened."

"Why don't we just talk it out? Makes everything more peaceful. Less death and all."

"Sometimes, one of the parties refuse to negotiate and resort to the use of force instead, in which this case is war."

Arragon stared at her, his eyes wide, "Did you try to negotiate?"

Cirilla was caught off guard. Hiyde had made no effort to negotiate with Barsburg at all, but that was because she knew the outcome and it would have been pointless to do so. Raggs on the other hand, tried their very best til her last breath.

Was she going to lie to her son then? She couldn't exactly tell him that she sort of foresaw the future.

"I didn't," she finally said. Arragon frowned at his mother's reply, disappointed.

"Why didn't you then?"

"It was pointless. The war would have started anyway."

"How would you know?" Arragon challenged.

"I...had a friend who gave me a sneak peek into the future."

Cirilla wondered if he would accept her answer. She wasn't exactly lying either.

"That's impossible. Magic doesn't exist," Arragon muttered.

"Oh but it does. Our enemy uses it for the war actually. And so do we."

"I thought magic should be used for happy things?"

"Yea...it should."

...

"My Queen, the King has returned!" Simon announced.

Cirilla shot up from the chair immediately, just as the wooden doors once again creak open. Vesemir walked in in his silver armour and sword by his side. Behind him were several soldiers and guards.

He grinned upon sight of his family. With outstretched arms, he shouted with joy for his children.

Arragon and Selaena had just hoisted themselves off the chairs when something exploded.

There was dust swirling in the air and debris on the ground of the Great Hall. The wooden doors had been blown apart and the walls cracked and destroyed. Cirilla and her two children were too far away to be hit by explosion, and were coughing hard due to the dust.

Cirilla cursed, swiping at the air to clear the dust. What had happened? Had they been ambushed? Where was Vesemir? She had to hide her children.

"Arragon, stay here and take care of your little sister please. I will go see what has happened," she quickly instructed her son.

Arragon was frozen with fear and he barely nodded at Cirilla. She bent down and took his face in her hands, "don't be afraid. I'll come back. I love you, okay?" she cupped Selaena's face as well, "and you too. I love both of you. Remember that."

Arragon didn't like the way his mother had used her words. Her tone was worrying. It sounded like she was leaving. He was tempted to clamp down on Cirilla's arm and cry and beg her not to leave, but he knew he couldn't. War had no patience for the weak.

"I'll take care of her," and so he simply said.

Cirilla nodded and turned around to make her way back to find her husband among the rubble. The dust had somewhat settled and she spotted him lying on the ground, away from the majority of the cement wall.

Vesemir had gashes on his face, and was slightly blinded by the dust. He sneezed continuously and slowly, he got up. Cirilla hoisted him up as well and the two faced each other.

"Cirilla, take the children and run. I think it's Barsburg," he ordered.

"I'm not leaving you behind. We will all go together."

"Don't be selfish! Their lives are at stake! Go!" Vesemir hurried his wife, who stubbornly shook her head and held on to his bleeding arm.

It was so quick, so rapid, so fast. The blade potruded from Vesemir's chest and almost impaled her at the same time.

Vesemir raised his hand to his mouth and coughed blood into it. His knees hit the ground and then he fell on his side.

Cirilla screamed.

Where were the guards? Had they all been killed? What about Simon and Kiran? What happened?

Arragon's hold on his sister's hand tightened fiercely, while trying to convince himself what he had just saw wasn't true. Selaena started to cry already, the truth sinking in.

He wrapped his arms around her, patting her head, mumbling that it was going to be okay. When he knew nothing was going to be ever okay again. His father, the King of Hiyde was going to die.

Cirilla wailed as she knelt down to hold her dying husband in her arms. She cried as her hands hovered about the wound, not knowing what to do.

"No! I thought it would be different! I didn't want you to die so I tried to change things. It didn't work...oh god no! Vesemir..." she continued to cry, her endless tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Cirilla...hush...the children...get them and go..." Vesemir mumbled, out of breath. The pain was ridiculous, the worst (or so he thought) injury he got was a broken arm and he thought that was hell. Being stabbed by a sword through the heart was worse.

"Don't leave me...you promised!"

She caught a glimpse of a white-haired man approaching her and she panicked. Turning around, she spotted Arragon trying to hide both himself and his sister behind one of the large pillars. Smart boy.

"Cirilla, my time is no more. I'm sorry that I can't be with you by your side but please stay alive for the children...run...I love you so very much..."

And the King was dead. Hiyde had fallen.

Cirilla let out an anguished wail, crying for the loss of Vesemir.

Arragon's heart wrenched with pain as he witnessed his father's body go limp and listened as his mother cried. Selaena sobbed quietly in his arms. He let a tear drip down his cheeks and then he quickly wiped it away. He had no time to be weak, he had to be strong for his sister and his mother.

War had no patience for the weak.

Cirilla hoisted herself up, grabbing the sword that killed her husband. She let her rage and loss consume her. She raised it, determined to let it rain down on Vesemir's murderer.

Her sword halted halfway, and she stared wide eyed at the man infront of her.

"Krowell-"

Her neck sliced open and blood poured out. Her death was quick and painless. Cirilla's body fell just nicely beside the King's.

Arragon lost part of his mind. This time he let out a scream which he immediately regretted. He closed his mouth immediately, and hugged his sister closer, who was crying even harder.

It was too late, this Krowell that Cirilla seemed to know had heard his cry and began to make his way to him.

A/N: Song up there to make this even more emotional if possible. Happy crying ;_;