Death Games
Ayah

 “Sial! How long are we going to be here?!” the first prince spoke to his brother. Of course the other young seedlings of hydra also agreed with him. Given they had already a month of training that was said to strengthen their bodies.

Soaking in very cold water. Sitting for a long time under the snow drops. Running was like climbing a mountain through a valley with the ground as if it was burning. Whatever it was, there were already innumerable trainings that were undertaken for the sake of strengthening their physique.

Until finally one of the most annoying exercises comes sweeping through everything. Fight between groups of rooms in conquering giant salamanders.

“Are we really sent for practice? Somehow I felt we were sent to die,” complained Trempusa suddenly.

And Blerda who happened to be nearby only took a quick glance. Until finally the look in his eyes again noticed another disciple's fight with Hadesia's pet poisonous Salamander.

On one hand, panic struck Aza and Laravell. Because of Maximus Ergo, look in pain every cough afflicted him.

Even worse, blood always came out of his mouth. His face was so pale that the energy to prepare food for his sons was like nothing was left.

“Dad,” murmured Laravell while stroking his back. “Aza, you please take care of Dad. I'll find a cure,” say and go in a hurry from there.

“Dad,” the second son looked teary-eyed.

But, it was precisely the smile that the Prince of war returned to him. He took the head of his son, as a sign of his affection.

“Do not cry. You're a boy, Aza. So don't cry,” he said. Instead of stopping the stuffing, the roar of the son just became more and more so to him.

Making Maximus embrace himself tightly due to pain in the chest witnessed the sadness of his baby.

“Daddy is fine, Honey. So Father please, please don't cry anymore,” whispered with a voice beginning to pause.

But in a place not far from there, Laravell continued to run while shedding tears. Glanced around with breath. Truly he was tormented, accompanied by prayers in the heart hoping that his father would be fine.

Until finally his body collided with someone unexpected.

“You—”

“Please,” pinta Laravell while touching the tip of the figure arm in front of him. “I don't know what else to do, but please help my father. I beg you,” is so sad his gaze.

And Betsheba whose heart trembled touched his shoulder. “Come,” take her while grabbing the hand of her student's son.

Honestly, there was no word of agreement between the Elder and Maximus made the figure of the gyges was forced to go from there.

After all, he also had to do something for his people.

But now, perhaps he deeply regretted his decision. Moreover, seeing Maximus Ergo lying not far in front of the eyes while adorned with the cry of little Aza.

“Dad!” laravell shouted running towards him. “Dad! Dad!” panicked as he raised the man's head.

“Maximus!” Betsheba touched his arm. “You!” surprised to realize what happened.

“Dad! I beg you to help my father, I beg you,” pinta Aza to the Elders of the nation of gyges.

But it was precisely the outstretched hand that Maximus presented to his two sons. With teary eyes as well as a smile on his lips, a word of unexpected was oozed.

“I love you guys.”

“Aya—”

“I love you guys,” it back so Laravell doesn't continue his sentence. Slowly, the warm rubbing that was slanted on his lips, seemed to tremble at his edges. The sound of breath gasping and hard to be blown humming from the throat of the Prince of Empusa.

“No matter what happens, I will always love you. My children, a heart I will always be proud of. I love you guys so much.”

“Dad!” sela Aza suddenly.

And Maximus' hand touched the cheek of his second son.

They also fell silent.

“I'm sorry I couldn't protect your mother. Forgive me for raising you alone. I-I'm sorry for having to be sick like this. But one thing you should know, I love you very much. I love you guys so much and your mom too, because it's—”

“Dad!” shocked Aza and Laravell together.

Maximus's breathing is starting to stop now. A strange moaning voice slowly reverberated, and the look in his eyes did not focus on the faces being looked at.

“T-te-tap hi-dup, La-rav-ell, Az-a.”

“Dad!” the screams of dearest figures also broke the atmosphere there.

Unexpectedly, the prince of war empusa also closed his eyes in front of his children. Betsheba Voskha was silent. His mind flinched and sorrow embraced the body. When you find out that your beloved student is gone forever.

The heartbreaking cry was really torturous to the hearing. Where two orphans embrace the burial ground. A resting place of a very dear father.

They are too small to lose.

Near the Acacia tree, in the land that was once the location of the elves' lives, Maximus Ergo is buried.

But in fact, his sudden departure really left a huge wound for his two sons.

And it was fixed by the gyges elders who still faithfully accompanied also helped them. After all, the two were already like grandchildren to him.

“Now, we have to how?” ask Aza behind her eyes. His face was so cloudy that he looked like his brother.

While Laravell stared blankly at the camp in plain sight. Still singing sorrow when seen his expression.

“Bragi Elgo, would like her grandchildren to return to her hands.”

Betsheba's statement shattered the views of Laravell's first son.

“Relig Elgo?”

“Did Maximus not tell you anything?” Aza and her brother were both speechless giving no response. “If you are, actually a noble descendant of the King empusa.”

“Mulia? Aren't we gross descendants?” sela Aza's.

The jaw of Betsheba was heard. Like being hit by the statement of a child nearby. “Who said that?”

“Hunters from empusa. When Dad was about to be killed, they called us disgusting filthy descendants. What is it called noble descent?” confused Aza.

Even though he was a child, he was very good at talking. The result of Maximus' love and upbringing in teaching him.

The gyges elder was bowed to think of the sentence he had to say so as not to offend the two.

“You seem to be in trouble. No need to hesitate to say it, because we already know everything. About Dad executing his own parents for our mother. So that he was branded a traitor by his own people and had to flee for our safety. We already know everything.”

Jerked. Betsheba stared in disbelief as Laravell said something he was eager to guard.

It seemed, Maximus really did not want to cover anything from his two sons.

“So far as you know?” tanyakanya.

Young Laravell tilted his pitiful face.

“So far as yes,” murmured and stared intently at the bonfire in plain sight. “We know that the relationship between father and mother is not sanctioned by the nation. Remembering Mother is a mysterious guider who is feared by them. We also know that the empusa want to make me and Aza as an experiment for the immortality of the previous King and Queen. Because we were both, the first kid there who became a guider at a very young age. And I also know, if in fact you know the facts about me who is not their biological child.”