Chapter 1: A Scorned Memory

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        It was a cold night in the rural village of Noore. The star ocean could not look so beautifully as it gave its nightly blanket a sparkling twinkle whilst many slept in their respectful homes. Guards patrolling on night shift often gaze up at them, admiring their miniature yet hopeful white light. Not only did they enjoy it, but Lord Lavelle, ruler of the continent of Lyroras where Noore acts as the capital city, gazed out of a window in his studies. He sighed happily, returning his attention towards an open.

            “Such a beautiful night it is.” He spoke to himself monotonically whilst his eyes followed the words printed in paper. “If it’s this beautiful then I am sure that Sera would love it especially when it’s almost time for her coronation.” A gentle smile emerged on the middle-age man’s face as he thought of his daughter, seventeen years of age, sleeping in bed. But his thoughts were soon disturbed by a knock on the door. “You may enter.”

            As his door opened, a man with features similar to his own entered his studies. The man was tall and well built; his face was slim and slightly wrinkled, unlike his eldest brother whose face had no blemishes; his eyes were dark amber whilst his brother’s were an icy blue; his dark grey hair was short and spiky, different from his brother that was long and wavy. This man also wore a set of silver armor.

            “Good evening, brother.” The younger brother greeted him with a kind voice.

            “Calvyn,” Lavelle smiled, “what brings you here late at night?”

            “Just thought I come and see what our King is doing at this hour. When I passed your bedroom you left it open.”

            “Did I know? I must have made an honest mistake. My deepest apologizes, brother.”

            Calvyn’s smiled turned sour after listening to his older brother’s sarcastic blabbering. With an aggravating sigh, he looked at the open window. “You shouldn’t be playing childish games, Lavelle. Father did not raise us like headless chickens you know.”

            “Oh?” Lavelle gave his younger kin a mocking stare, only to aggravating Calvyn more as he tried not to look back. “When did you in your life cared what Father said?"

            “I speak only in his tongue, dear brother.”

            “Really, don’t try to clandestine your dialogue. It doesn’t suit you.”

            “You listen well, Lavelle!” The foraging knight-captain slammed his armoured hands on Lavelle’s desk. His dark amber eyes were filled with burning hatred. “Just because you reign as ruler of this continent, does not mean that you could ever as you please. You may have been a freelancing mage but those days are long over. This title is important and must be handled accordingly.”

            “How dare you speak to me as if I am some kind of child? I know full well of my occupation, as well as my population. So do not come here lecturing me, Calvyn! Do I make myself clear?”

            “Why you…”

            “Do I make myself clear, Calvyn?” Lavelle repeated.

            “Yes, your Majesty.” Calvyn snorted gritting his teeth in agitation as he marched out of Lavelle’s studies, leaving his exhausted elder brother with words that could not be forgotten.

            “Calvyn, how much do you know about our father’s death?” Lavelle sighed. “Seraine, what would you have done if you were still here with us?”

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