Kinslayer; Medea's Creed (Chapter 5)

 Bret...

Wandered the alleyways of Vingard, the city capital. Its been a rough night and going home isn't usually this much of a problem. On the left turn in the 5th street, two figures approached him, who are these guys?. But they keep on approaching. Okay who knows, they might just be merchants. But was that a sword? And in such open sight? . Taking two steps past Bret the two men pull their weapons. It is not very often a prince gets robbed. Especially not a prince of such debauchery as himself. After the day's victory against his twin he felt confident that he wouldn't be bested tonigw his dagger, the booze clearing from his sight, He faces his opponents and vanishes. 

    Suddenly Bret is facing a 12year old girl. She kneels facing a great lake, peering into it as if enjoying an interesting tale beneath its waters. She continues to stare, occasionally bottling some in jars. Her gaze never leaving the water.

"Oh, you're here already? Interesting"

"Wh- what- who" he stammers.

"I...oh how do I put this? I'm a witch"

"What?!"

"Or is it wizard? What do you kids call it these days?"

"You're a witch? what is going on?"

"Anyways the point is I just saved you a lot of energy and explaining to your father. Also I'm your uncle's replacement. Yes I guess that explanation covers it perfectly. Since you already know about magic and evidently managed to come by one of his journals which by the way OUGHT TO BE MINE BY leaveing Speaking of , where is the journal?"

Bret was shocked senseless. Not by the question, or the suddenness of the situation. But by the thousand voices that echoed the girl's sounds from her body and the one voice, the one very northern, very 20year old mannish smooth voice that actually uttered the words.

"What journal?"

"The one you read to your sister almost freezing her to death and then proceeded to use to 'cheat' at your training with, that-"

Bret cuts indignantly " I didn't cheat. And it's in my Chambers. Where I was headed before you kidnapped me. Now please take me home, I'm a prince Goddammnit!"

"Very well, young 'Master'"

The duo then dematerialized from the cavern and came to existence in Bret's chambers. A scattered mess, all his shelves fallen and bedding ripped. A general energy of disarray.

"And this is your room?" 

"Yes, but obviously not how how I left it. Somebody has been here"

"Oh I see. Boys..." Where is the book I have no time for these puerile theatrics"

Bret fishes under the bed for the panel and brings out the book. He removes the false covering to find another fake book. "Its been stolen. Whoever did this..."

"...came for the book. I see, a chase. I haven't had that in a while. I'll track the book, you...you have your room put back in order. Be up by the second hour of dawn" with that, she vanishes and Bret is left alone with his disrupted zen.

"Uh...ummm...okay"

       

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Carina floated along the palace floors, enjoying the sights before her eyes. The young prince was trying to unravel the mysteries of the book he had just pilfered, but the book would not yield to him . He was not magus after all. Her holographic recall ensured that she got every detail including the young Prince's frustrations. It also makes her able to track any prey by just simply picking up where they left off and animating what she sees. That way she enjoys the chase and the job gets done quicker. But today was just a chase,not a hunt. The animations stop just before the crypts. The prince must be inside. Time to find out what all of this is about. As she enters, the statues of kings' fallen peered down on her puny figure, bad place for magic. What is this prince doing? 

  Inside Biron has just about had enough of the journal and had resolved to waiting for his stupid brother to arrive. At least so he can kick his butt properly. This was how he did it and now without it he is nothing. The cocky bastard. But why am I feeling dizzy? Carina watched on as the prince fumbled on with the book. It was only a matter of time before he passed out the way he was going on about it. 

"Oh there it is". She whispers as Biron hits the floor. The book finally leaving his hands. " better get you back to your chambers. You've had a long day." 

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Children milled about in the snowy castle, going here and there, vanishing and reappearing. "Entry A4572 please proceed to the East gateway for progenation". What was that? Where is this? . And then he found himself in front of a pearl gate. The pedestrian area was wide open, the attendant at the gate takes note of him and ticks on her pad then suddenly there are two of him. That is definitely not how I look like, who is this? And he was gone. The snowy field lay in chaos again. Children vanishing and reappearing. Going here and there and suchlike.

  " You see now Biron. How it is. One does not get to choose family. You do not get a choice on your relatives or affinity. Not even your clan. But once you're born, there are things you get to choose. You may choose your friends. Also your enemies... ". He starts awake. In his bed again, this time he felt rested. Very well rested. It might just be a good day after all. The words echo in his head again. " you may choose your enemies ". What happened after I took away Bret's book? Strange that I don't remember where I went off to. So how am I in my own bed?

The questions bug the young prince and shadow him about the day's activities. Questions whose answers will soon begin to unfold.