Chapter 4

Ron entered two more taverns and even an inn but the information they had wasn't even close to Old Jack's. He was already tired so he decided to go back. Besides, someone might notice he was missing which will raise a lot of trouble for him.

When he was halfway out of town, a group of goons appeared on the road. They were big and burly, all holding sharp looking daggers.

The leader stepped forward, holding a sword which he pointed at Ron. "Hand over your money. Every bit of it and I'll think about you letting you leave this place alive"

Fear crept into Ron's heart. He had never been in this kind of situation before. Worst of all, he didn't carry any weapon. He didn't think there would be any reason to.

Sweat dropped the side of his face. He decided to use flattery and some sweet words to see if he could escape with everything he had intact. "Good, kind, handsome man, you look very reasonable. Can't we talk about this?"

The goons snickered. It seemed like this guy didn't get the severity of the situation. The leader swung his sword and Ron stepped back, narrowly escaping the gleaming tip. Still, a bit of his fake hair was cut. He quickly untied his pouch and threw it to the leader. "There, that's all I have with me. Let me go now". He's a prince. Money wasn't an issue so why give his life?

The leader weighed the pouch in his hand and gave an unsatisfied look. "Search him"

Both of Ron's hands were pulled and clasped behind his back. When he tried to struggle, a dagger was held to his throat. He could feel the cold metal against his Adam's apple. His heart was beating rapidly and he was sweating profusely. One mistake and he would die. 

Two men came forward and started to search him. Their grubby hands went into all sorts of places, invading his privacy. Ron felt dirty all over. Nothing of this sort has ever happened to him. 

"There's nothing else" one of them confirmed. 

The leader hissed. They followed him for quarter of a pouch of gold? What nonsense! It wouldn't be enough.

"I'm afraid this is too small" he said to Ron who was already trembling. "You'll have to pay with your life!" He swung his sword.

Ron's heart leapt to his throat and he closed his eyes. No no no! He couldn't die like this! This can't be end for him! 

He heard the sound of blade piercing through flesh. He felt the warm spray of blood on his face and heard a gut wrenching groan. 

Ron opened his eyes and saw the most handsome man he had ever seen in his life standing before him, holding the severed head of the leader. Thin streaks of blood stained his white cheek. His silver hair went down in waves, stopping right above his cheekbones. Violet coloured eyes stared coldly at Ron, making him shiver. His heart began to pound fiercely in his chest. 

With the moon's silver rays shining down, the man looked ethereal. Ron's breath was taken away. 

The man holding the dagger to his throat moved and cut a very thin line on Ron's throat, enough to draw blood but he didn't even feel it. He couldn't look away from the gorgeous man in front of him. Ron has never felt so strongly for anyone or anything in his life. 

"Y-You! Who are you?!" the man holding Ron screamed, jolting him back to his senses.

The rest of the goons pulled out their swords and charged. The silver haired man moved with ease, his black robes fluttering in the mild wind. His sword moves were fluid like water, cutting up his opponents like a hot knife through butter.

Ron had never seen a man look so beautiful. He moved swiftly as his body was very flexible and In a matter of seconds, the other goons were all dead.

Their bodies were scattered on the floor. Lifeless. Each and every one of them. Their blood stained the grass and soaked the soil. Some had their limbs severed while others had their heads cut off. 

Bile rushed to his throat at the stench and sight of the blood and spilled organs but he forced it down and refocused on the dangerous man before him. 

He could feel the dagger shaking in the hand of the man that held him. Ron wanted to tell him to be careful. He could die with just a move!

The silver haired man threw the head of the leader on the floor and crushed it under his foot, smearing blood and brain matter all over then he took a step forward. 

The man holding Ron panicked. "Don't! Don't come any closer or I'll kill him!"

Ron didn't know if he should laugh or cry. "Are you stupid?" he asked the man. "Do I look like I know him? He's not here for me. In fact, he might even want to kill me with you! Hurry up and let me go!"

The man didn't believe him. "No No. He slaughtered all my friends! He's here to save you. I'm sure of it!"

The silver haired man took another step.

"Stop!" The man holding Ron screamed. "Stop! Stop or I'll really kill him!". His hand was trembling uncontrollably and Ron started to panic. 

"See kind sir" he said to the silver haired man with a smile. "I'm in no way related to any of them. In fact, they had stopped me here and tried to kill me. If it weren't for your superb interruption, This humble poor soul would be in heaven right now. For that, I'm very grateful. Just please, spare this man for he might really give me an early death!"

The silver haired man wasn't listening. In fact, he just kept taking step after step.

The dagger pressed further into his skin and Ron started to shake. "P-Please sir! I hope you're not planning on killing me too. I've been a good person all my life. I'm obedient and very nice. I also help a lot of people. If you do want to kill me, please reconsider. I'll do anything you want. Anything at all!"

The man holding Ron was actually a newbie and he had never killed a person before. Being in this situation, he didn't know what to do and he also didn't want to die. The mangled bodies of his brothers were enough to give him nightmares for a lifetime. He decided, fuck it! 

He dropped the dagger and bolted.