Chasing After Love - Story

Hans was the mighty warrior who traveled far in order to make the world his own. At times he stopped by villages and he set them on fire and slaughtered a great many of the men and women with a sword made of fire. He was very much hated in lands near and far by the enemies who were able to dive into caves to hide - however Hans did not mind the thoughts, he knew he only wanted the world.

One day Hans stopped by a local river in order to take a drink. There he met a beautiful woman named Averelle. She was a local farmers daughter who had gone to the forest in order to collect some much needed herbs to make medicine. Hans thought she was very beautiful indeed and he even picked a flower from the ground to give to Averelle - however she grew frightened as soon as she saw Hans as she had heard the tales that he was a very feriocious killer, and she fast ran away.

“Where are you going?” asked Hans, however only the wind was able whisper to him and it did not speak English.

Hans listened to the silence more then the wind as a sadness crept inside of his heart - he had never felt such a thing as love, and he knew that he must take on the hunt for Averelle.

So Hans travelled in the same direction as Averelle had fled. He journeyed on a horse and his horse swept through the forest like a hare. However even his horse was no match for Averelle who had the gift for running and could out-race any animal. Hans however managed to keep on the right trail and soon he reached the gates of the farm.

However there was something strange that made his horse stop in an abrupt manner. Hans knew there was an evil somewhere close by and he felt the handle of his sword with fingers on the steam; it took a moment for the evil to uncover itself.

A lord named Boccus steamed out from the forest with his horses heels on fire. He swept to the farm gates and jumped over its fence-line. Hans frowned as Boccus used the heels of his horses feet to slam open the door, then a shout and a scream was heard as two of the lords men raced inside to set the building on fire. There was much commotion but as Boccus and his men backed away it was clear that the duty he had come to do had been done with the burning of the building.

“My lord this is an outrage!” gasped the famer who had been put onto his knees.

However one of the men cut his head off soon after and the farmer was dead.

Averelle was then placed on her knees and Hans heard a gasp that trembled through his teeth. Unless he threw his sword mighty swift he would never be able to spare the female who had captured the fire inside of his head and heart, and even then his fingers were not ready! Hans readied himself for immediate heart-break, however the lord Boccus threw up his hand and the sword that was yet to cut off Averelle's head was placed onto the ground.

“Let us finish this conversation in the palace;” told Boccus before he kicked at his horses ribs to back up its hooves.

Averelle was fast lifted onto a horse and soon the cluster of royal and peasant swept into the forest and disappeared. Hans sighed that Averelle had been spared, however he also made it his duty to rescue the female who looked like flint that would one day be burnt if she stayed with the rogue Boccus. So Hans moved his horse towards the direction the other rabble had fled and he chased.

It took two days to reach the castle and by that time Boccus had placed Averelle inside of the highest tower prison. Hans needed a disguise to be able to wander inside, and so he slammed his mighty fist on the helmet of an armored man by the gates and he dressed himself into the armor.

Hans walked into the castle and inside he met many armored men. They invited him to talk in the corridors and when they did Hans slaughtered them with his sword. Hans made his way up to the tower as quickly as he could and when there he made matchsticks of the door before he broke the chains Averelle had been tied against the wall with.

“Who are you?” asked Averelle in a tone so weak Hans knew that she had been deprived on water.

“I am Hans;” told Hans as he smiled at Averelle. “I have come to take you away;” he added.

“Oh thank-you!” cried Averelle as she sucked in a deep breath. “The king said he was going to cook me for dinner!” she added.

Hans tried to keep back the shame of growing hungry for human flesh. When on his journey he had eaten some human meat as meal and it had satisfied him in an unearthly manner. Hans wanted a meal of meat all of a sudden, but he sucked on his tongue and began to move.

“Come we must flee;” he told Averelle.

However the point of Boccus's sword pressed against Hans's chest.

“What is this?” asked Boccus before a gang of armored men raced inside of the room.

All of the men surrounded Hans and Averelle grew scared as the men ordered the two of them onto their knees.

“Onto your knees;” repeated Hans to Averelle who grew as tense as a person about to jump off a cliff.

Averelle sank onto her knees and as soon as she was on the floor Hans threw his flaming sword around his head beheading all of the men who had circled him. Averelle quivered as blood, heads, and bodies, dropped onto the floor in one big rush; she wanted to scream, however she had no time to think as Hans pulled her to her feet.

“Let us leave;” told Hans before he was stopped yet again by the point of Boccus's sword.

“Leaving already?” asked Boccus as he pressed the tip of the sword against Han's chest until it drew a rash of blood.

Hans wanted to stay strong however his legs fell weak as the blood dribbled over his skin. Hans fell onto his knees and when there Boccus laughed.

“Weak!” gasped Boccus. “You must be mighty to have lasted so long!” he gasped before he threw his eyes to Averelle who quivered inside of her skin at the sight of her rescuer so weak. “What does she mean to you?” asked Boccus who was unable to see Averelle as anything but a common peasant.

“She means my heart!” gasped Hans before he finally fainted.

“Your heart is dead;” told Boccus before he cut Hans's mighty leg. “Now you shan't be able to walk;” he muttered before he stepped up to Averelle and gave her a stare which warned her that he wanted her dead. “This barbarian beast seems to hold a heart dear for you;” he told as though ice were crusted on the edges of his teeth. “That is a dear shame;” he added before he took Averelle's arm as though it were a chicken leg to feast upon. “Come with me;” he added in a swift tongue.

Averelle wanted to shake her head but she followed Boccus down the staircase into a chamber that was royal. Averelle gasped at all the finery - never in her life had she seen so much gold, silver, and silk. Averelle grew confused as she saw herself in a mirror and she waved to what she thought was herself risen out of the water of the local ponds.

“That is a mirror;” told Boccus with a splint on his tongue. “You see a reflection, that is you;” he added.

Averlle smiled and she almost waved to herself once again, however Boccus covered the mirror with a mighty cape and her image was gone. Averelle fell a little sad over having had lost a new-found friend, however then Boccus turned to her and her fears were blown off the top of her mind.

“You do scare so easily;” told Boccus as he smiled.

Averelle could see the lord in him, so much she wanted to kneel, however her legs were like sticks and she knew that she couldn't even move. Her heartbeat began to pace as though she were on a run, and she knew then and there that she wanted to get away from Boccus who glared at her as though she were meat for a skewer.

“What is making you so infantile?” gasped Boccus before he lifted his sword and poked Averelle on the tip of her chin.

Averelle felt the sword scratch her skin, however it did not bleed. Averelle stepped away as the sword was taken down and she shivered in the shadow of an armoured statue. Averelle grasped as the statues arm for safety, however it did not move only it supported her weight which was on the lean as Boccus shadowed her even in the dim. A scream threatened to break out from Averelle's throat as Boccus moved to touch a portion of her sleeve. Averelle shivered as Boccus glared at her - even with all the dark around her she could see his grey iris's as clear as the sun in the sky, they haunted her as though they were made of witchcraft.

“Why did you bring me here?” asked Averelle as she felt her bones shudder.

“I want to get to know you;” told Boccus as he stepped a little closer. “As your rescuer wanted to know you;” he added before he blew Averelle a sorcerer's kiss that flew off his lips and landed onto her very own.

Averelle felt the lips fade into nothing and then she began to grow a dizzy mind which danced as the world turned into a cyclone that robbed her of the balance on her feet. When Averelle woke she was in a royal bed and it had been made damp with sweat.

“What happened?” she asked as she groaned.

“A trance;” told Boccus as he glared at her from his royal chair across the room as he sipped on wine. “You shall never know what you have done;” he added. “Now rest;” he told before he stood and left the room.

Boccus moved to walk down the hall to warn the men that more guard was needed around the cell, however Hans crawled out from a corner and stabbed Boccus in the ribs with his flaming sword. Boccus grew red in the face, then he withdrew a breath that had fire fanned along its tide - Hans waited for Boccus to fall but instead the lord threw himself against a wall and dissapeared through its stone.

“That lord is a sourcerer!” gasped Hans. “And he stole my sword!” he added before he began to beat at the stone with his fists.

However the stone was stronger then Hans's fist and were unable to be moved.

Hans sighed and with sorrow in his heart he moved to the royal chamber where he found Averelle asleep on the royal sheets. Hans grew heavy that she had been turned into a bed-maid, however he did not fall out of love and so he moved to Averelle and told her that he had come to take her away. However Averelle could not be woken; there was a chill inside of her blood that made her heart grow cold, and Hans knew that she would not be able to wake as soon as her heart had turned into ice. So Hans lit a candle, inhaled its flame, and then he moved to Averelle and gave her a kiss. Averelle's blood was warmed of its chill right away and she opened her eyes and smiled at Hans who was able to feel the love inside of his heart once again.

However a clap from a near distance broke Hans's attention and Hans peered over to the door where Boccus stood. Boccus had healed his skin with use of a potion and his eyes were stained with red as was his temper.

“What a lovely heart-filled story;” he told Hans as he stepped a foot closer towards him. “However I doubt very much there will be a happy ever after;” he added as his eyes grew as black as his soul.

“How dare you not leave to die!” gasped Hans angry that Boccus was so crafty with magic and occult as to be able to heal himself so quickly.

“How dare you not leave!” gasped Boccus as he glared at Hans and then Averelle who looked cured of the sickness he had placed inside of her. “How dare you not leave her to die!” he added.

“I am taking her away;” told Hans as he grew fever on his brows and fingers.

Boccus lifted up his sword and then he smiled as it grew as hot as heated iron before it lit up to form a flame.

“I doubt you will leave this room able to walk!” argued Boccus before he laughed and evil laugh that danced around the walls like the sound of a stone dropped inside of a giant cave.

Hans picked up the candle he had lit and threw it fast at Boccus's face! The heated wax melted over Boccus's eyes and he screamed as he dropped the sword to pry the wax off his iris's. Hans dove for his sword, grasped it, and stood to meet Boccus as a newly formed man. He then swung his mighty arm and Boccus gulped as the flame of the sword swept through his body until his spirit felt severed inside.

“You are still on witchcraft!” gasped Hans as he glared at Boccus who remained untouched. “Your head should have fallen to your feet!” he cried.

Boccus glared at Hans and shook his head left and right - he was physically fine, and knowing this he picked up his other sword and threw it at Hans so strong that as it hit Han's waistline its steel carved his mortal flesh in half! Hans fell onto the stone floor in two portions and he rolled his eyes as he died. Boccus glared at Hans with steel over his eyes and then he looked to Averelle who openly cried as she peered at Hans cut in half.

“Why do you cry?” asked Boccus as he glared. “Were you in love with the brute?” he asked.

“I am not sure;” muttered Averelle as she tried to wipe the tears from her face. “I just feel sad for him;” she added. “He tried to rescue me;” he declared as she shook her head. “Now he is dead;” she told.

“Yes he did try to steal you from me;” told Boccus as he glared at Averelle as though he wanted to devour her flesh until she was bone. “However he did not see that your fate has been taken well care of;” he added. “Enslaved to my kingdom;” he told.

Averelle looked to Boccus and tried to make her tears dry, however more ran down her cheeks and soon she sobbed.

“You will never have any reason to leave;” told Boccus. “I have defeated the world's most dangerous enemy;” he added. “I shall be able to defeat the world;” he said as he picked up Hans's flaming sword. “No one will ever be able to stop me;” he sung as he swirled it around until it grew a flame. “No one;” told Baccus as Averelle began to grow heavy inside of her heart. “Ever; he added with a silver spike on the edge of his tone. “You shall never leave this kingdom;” told Boccus as he glared at Averelle as though she might be able to warm his sheets a second time. “Ever;” he added before he placed the flaming sword inside of a mighty chest to be kept safe until the time he ever needed it to defeat any enemy or any world.