As dawn was setting in the carriage stopped.Charles and Alex got out of the carriage followed by the old Butler.
The armed guards got of there horses and started to set camp.While the guards were setting camp Charles was swinging his wooden sword with enthusiasm.
Then Charles saw a pretty butter fly.He looked his eyes on it,but then it few away.So Charles followed it going deeper into the forest.
Alex seeing this told the old Butler" get everything prepared I will look after Charles."
Hearing this the old Butler nodded his head.Alex went after Charles going deeper into the forest himself.
As he look for Charles the dawning red light from the setting of the sun hit his eye and as they did it llluminated the surrounded forest in a shade of red and yellow light.
As Alex walked from the forest he thought" where has he gone."
"Right now he is simple an annoying kid but when he gets older.He is sure to be a threat to my thrones.Only if he was never born then maybe there would be no reason for me to be this concerned of my position."
"Even tho I am the oldest the chance of being crowd king".this though echoed in Alex's mind.He imaged a beautiful room of intricate statues with a golden throne with a dragon like symbol on it.
But the one sitting on the throne is white haired man with his face not visible as it's being covered In the shadows.
Alexs expression stays the same a stoic but upsetten look Alex thinks to himself" If it wasn't mother's last wish to not let Charles alone.Then I could have probably killed him myself."
"Thus it's rather from my hands of someone else."
As Alex walked he wondered to himself about where charles had gone.
Then he saw him, Charles crouched down looking at a butterfly.Seeing this Alex approached Charles with frustrating in his voice.
"Charles,it's time to go back."
Charles said nothing looking intently at the butterfly.
Alex thought "what is his problem.I cant tell if I should scold him or just leave him here."
Alex wiredly had a brief moment of peace for some reason.He remembered his own childhood and he remembered their mother her smile radiated the sky her Presence brought a sense of peace and clarity.
He wondered if he was in the wrong for being upset at Charles when he was also like him.
Alex spoke up form the defining silence
"Charles let's go."This time his voice was filled calmness and gentleness.
"Sure one of use his going back."
"But it's not going to be you."
Charles tone shifts to a more sinister tone his voice filled with malicious intend.
"Hmm "Alex wondered what that meant but then.
With splash of his blood pouring on the dirt floor with a wound cause from the impalement of a sword but not just any sword but a sword held in Charles hands.Charles's grip was firm and strong unnatural for a boy his age.Charles did not look back.
Alex fell to the floof bleeding out a she cannot even grasp what just happened.
As he starts to bleed out the only thing he sees is Charles walking back calming like nothing happened.Alex got a glimes of a smirk of Charles's face as he walked of with bloody sword made of steel some how turning back into a wooden sword.
Alex as he is bleeding out.He has moment of acceptance that his death is near.The only thing he can think about is that he is going to finally see his mother.The light slowly fades from his eyes.
"We're home "says Richard as he puts down the sack.
"So how did it go."says Meyra.
"Great we killed a drywolf today mom."said Cain
"That's wonderful,ok Cain go put all the bloody tools outside I don't want the smell of blood in this house."
"Ok mom ."Cain then took all the body hunting tools and put the out side just near the front door.
"Just at age 3 and he already has such good manners normally children of his age wouldn't want to do the thing he wants."
"Learning about magic, swordmanship practic all these things are a bit mature topics for his age."
Meyra thinks about the many time Cain has acted a bit strange in her eyes.Cain as a baby would not cry,he would always moves around when he was hungry he never acted like the other kids.
He also had a stranger interest in magic.He would try to cast but fail every time of cource.He had failed 24 attempts from what Meyra knows.He succeeds in pulling velour from his body but fails to think of an aspact for it but he also lacks technique.
"Oh he has no idea on what magic truly is".Meyra thinks with smiling expression as she sets the dinner table.
While Richard is busy washing of all the blood on his hands and body, Cain is at a daze looking at the semi night sky outside.
Meyra goes into their here and Richards room, There on the table is a letter envelope she picks it up and looks at it with a sorrowful expression.The envelope it's says
To: Meyra Lennox
From:Silas hemlock