Scene: The Heart of the Conflict
Classic's POV
I had been in the shadows for too long. Watching. Listening. Biding my time.
But today… today I couldn't remain silent.
The sounds of war rattled the empire. The air was thick with smoke, fire, and cries of the fallen. A brutal struggle between the two most powerful forces in the empire. Christiana. Xavier. Brother against sister. Dictator against Cainner.
And I? I was caught in the middle.
I stepped forward, my footsteps heavy on the cobbled streets, my gaze fixed on the battlefield ahead. It was chaos—pure, unadulterated violence. I had no time for second thoughts.
I knew the stakes. One way or another, this war had to end.
I had to make my choice.
As I neared the edge of the battlefield, I saw him.
Xavier.
The Cainner. The man with unwavering resolve, standing tall at the front, commanding his Black Axe Men like an iron-fisted general. His eyes locked onto me as I emerged from the smoke.
I didn't stop. My mind was set.
But my body… it wasn't ready.
Gunshots rang out.
A single bullet tore through the air and struck me in the chest. Pain shot through me—sharp, electric. My vision blurred for a second, but I didn't falter.
I could feel the weight of the wound, but I wasn't about to let it stop me. Not now.
As the fire around us raged, I pushed forward, every step a battle. My breath labored, my body screaming for rest, but I had no choice but to keep moving.
The battle raged behind me, but I couldn't focus on anything else except Xavier.
His eyes narrowed as I stumbled closer, and I knew—he knew what I was about to do.
But I wasn't here to fight him.
I was here to end this.
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Xavier's POV
I watched as the boy—Classic Blackwood, the son of Chris—charged forward into the fray. He wasn't here to join the battle, I realized. He was here to stop it.
I didn't know whether to respect his courage or curse his foolishness.
I raised my hand, ordering my men to lower their guns.
It was then that I saw him—the shot—strike him in the chest.
But Classic didn't stop. He didn't fall.
He pressed on, moving closer.
A spark of recognition ignited in my chest, a sudden clarity. He wasn't going to fight me. He was coming to deliver a message.
I knew, then, that this was not about power or control. It was about something far bigger. Something that only he could end.
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Classic's POV
I staggered into the heart of the chaos, my blood staining the ground beneath me. But I didn't stop. No matter how badly I hurt, I couldn't stop.
Xavier stood before me, his eyes filled with uncertainty, but there was something else there—a flicker of something, maybe even doubt.
I collapsed in front of him, falling to my knees, my chest burning with the effort to keep breathing.
Through the blood, through the pain, I spoke.
"This ends… now."
And then I collapsed forward, my vision darkening.
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Xavier's POV
I stood there in shock, my gaze fixed on Classic, now sprawled across the battlefield. The fire and smoke swirled around us, but there was no fighting now. The sound of the guns, the shouts of the soldiers, all faded into the background as I took a step forward.
I looked down at Classic, realizing the weight of what just happened.
He wasn't just a casualty of war. He was the message.
A message that this could end. That all of this could be over.
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BNN News Update:
> "Breaking: In an unexpected turn of events, Classic Blackwood—son of Chris Blackwood—has intervened in the civil war between the Cainner and the Dictator forces. With his actions, it appears that an unspoken ceasefire is in place, though the circumstances remain unclear. Classic, however, has been gravely injured."
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Chris's POV
I remained silent, watching the newsfeed in front of me. My hands clenched into fists.
Classic had made his choice.
He had intervened. Risked his life to stop the bloodshed. To end this war.
And as much as I hated to admit it… he had succeeded.
I couldn't let his sacrifice go in vain.
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Xavier's POV
I looked down at the young man—Classic. His breath was labored, his body battered. But I saw it clearly now. His will was stronger than anything I had ever witnessed.
He was the heir to something bigger than empires, bigger than bloodlines. He was the catalyst. The change this world needed.
I glanced back at my men and saw the hesitation in their eyes. They, too, felt it. The weight of the moment.
I turned to my guards and ordered them to hold back. I would deal with this myself. The war was over.
But the question still remained…
Would Chris accept this decision?
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