old threats


Things were intense as always as far as tournments go. At least I had not brother there carrying signs around "GET THE TO A NUNERY". That part seems to be behind me now.

The crowds were moody though. I thought they might break out in to a fight as it was. Pleanty of sorrow to go around these days. Things are rather stale in the kingdom. No work. No one plays. No jolly good time for anyone, I'm afraid.

Might have been why the competition was so lame.

But there was one. Aw...yes, the one. The one with the coldest black eyes I've ever pondered in a very long time. He impressed upon knowing me, but I gave him nothing but a slap with my sword and gash in his side. I want to keep away from the pretty ones. Probably one of brother's brutes come to haunt me for some God foresaken reason.

Perhaps it was the alabaster complexion that made me think of brother.

He's no comrade of mine and yet he might be the only one who could fend off the distruction in these times.

Aw, a bloody good question to keep me up at night.

Why is it his face haunts me so? Shall I ever be rid of these thoughts that I am alone in spite of Axel and Angeline.

It hurts to think I am no one and these two are the only bits of family I have left.

While rage creeps on. My brother's doing. He is no friend but foe. Yes, the persistant threat pulses through my veins that he must be put out of the commoners' misery.

Supposedly, he reins with preistly vows that he would hurt no one and yet he talks the vitality away.

We are smoke ridden here. He claims the dragon is our only threat. And I feel certain I've played the wrong game so far. He is the seed of all evil.

If only I knew how it came about. Perhaps we are no siblings at all. But he says so its the blood thats kept him me away from me so far. I would be his kind by now.

And so the tears emerge, hot and worried. I need a team on my side if ever I get back what I came for.

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