Kinslayer: Medea's Creed

 Prologue

He trudged through the underbrush...

The target was just within sight of his keen veteran eyes. He motions to the first two squads to move into position. They could read his tiniest movements so he had no doubt that his slight nod was sufficient. A whistle pierces the night and a dozen flame tipped arrows shoot overhead and into the town beyond. The volley is answered by screams and pandemonium and prey soon begin to pour out of the community. 

He licks his lips and two dozen black shadows fleet across the landscape leaving death in their wake. The target Bret was after would have fled at the first sign of trouble, but he knew just where she would head. As he walks gauntly towards the eastern market which leads to the mountains he had no doubt that he would see her, or at the very least she would get his elaborate message...

Biron

...stood in the throne room, staring. It was dawn and he knew that the maids would soon be about their chores. But none of the royal family would bother him, not for now. He gazes at the fine ivory centerpiece that is the throne, raised a good ten feet above everybody else. It was built so whoever occupied it could look and speak down to the court, like a king should. Its carving told of the history of the family. 

"I used to do that when I was just about your age".

He turns to see his father, Fugard standing at the doorway. How did he get in here with the doors so silent?

" I have my ways, it is my throne room aftera-"

Biron bows in greeting "Omivo, papa. Did you sleep well?"

Fugard smiles and walks toward him " Amuo, as well as I could. Where has your brother gotten to this morning?". 

He shrugs in response "Bret, I think you mean, did he come home last night?".

His father laughs "you boys...so different yet so utterly alike". Biron stares back at his father, his vibrant morning energy quickly draining along with the comparison 

" what is that supposed to mean father?". 

 " it means that one day, you must learn to be your brother's keeper. Safeguard him like a dragon protects his loot."

 "He's never made it easy, its most certainly going to be me saving him from yet another trouble this morning..." His father chuckles "...and sometimes I tire, I wonder if he's really my twin, the way he behaves, quite different from the rest of us. Its like he's designed to self destruct. He does these things and finds joy in it. And Sabel, she's being influenced by him, following in his footsteps. I suspect she just might grow up to be like him but his epidemic has to be curtailed fath-". Fugard was gone. Biron's words echoed back to him in the great hall as he stared at the throne again.

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Biron walks out of the court and into the hallways back towards the chambers, he walks slowly contemplating his brief conversation with his father. He stops By his father's door, two suits of armor stood guard at the door, kept alive by the King's magic solely to protect the king were you to be an unwelcome visitor. A prince was no unwelcome visitor. He stops a few feet before the door and sighs.

"you can as well either come out or attack me, brother". 

Bret sheepishly moves in the armor. Biron turns and opens the door to the chambers, his father's chambers. As he swings the door open the two suits attack and pin him to the ground. Bret chuckles "Alas, I've got you, Brother. Caught unprepared, as usual." 

"Let me go this instant"

"No"

"Now!!!" Bret screams.

"No." Bret chuckles "okay fine." He waves his hands and the armors return to their positions by the door. Biron gets on his feet and begins to dust himself off, his glare never leaving Bret.

 "What was the meaning of tha-"

"Before you ramble on about the moral ethics of attacking my own brother, admit I was awesome". 

His indignation rising even further. " you pilfered father's ring to prove a point? " 

"No, to prove that I'm awesome. Plus he's not using it anyways, not at the moment. So I might as well keep it. It's handy." He winks at his own joke. Biron turns to leave. 

"I won't be party to your puerile shenanigans." He stalks off towards his chamber while cursing under his breath. Bret and his antics

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  Later that night, Biron was up and unable to sleep. He looked out over the kingdom, out into the town he could almost hear Bret's raucous laughter echoing through the air. He wondered what would become of him, what would become of them. To ease his nerves he tries to read, reading always calms him. 

   ...In the years following the Kinslayer wars, Chief Diaa held together the lands between the Kiplan Straits and the Swamps of Mitrod. Although backlash from the civil wars threatened to tear his territories away from him, he remained adamant as his militia continued to spread to the surrounding countryside, expanding his reach.

  Under leadership of his first son, General Fugard, his town quickly gained country status. Stretching far into the Hitwain Mountains and east to the Plains beyond Dibar. His children remained Strong contributing factors to his success, each handling an essential part of the the kingdom affairs. But when Diaa was going to die, there was no doubt as to whom his successor would be...

Bret laughs in the hallway as he stumbles in from the night. Biron gazes out the window again. It didn't have to be like that. Matters of state aside, he has trainings to attend to by dawn and he must be well rested to be trained. So rest he shall.