until the sword decides our fate

Chapter 4

In the kingdom of Flowok, was a passionate, driven, reader. He had just woken up, and barely looked around his room before he grabbed the book beside him. His name was Christopher, he was the lonely child of the king. His smile was bright and big, he wasn't very pretty, but he was presentable.
He got out of his bed and started pacing around, still reading his story, the room was silent but he could here the music described in the book, he turned page after page, he was so caught up that he barely heard his mother calling his name, "Christopher". He brought himself back to reality and said: "yes mother". She opened the door and walked in.
- I've been calling your name for a while now! She said
- My apologies, I was reading.
- Okay well get ready, you're one of the chosen ones.
As he heard these words, he panicked, his heart raced, his brown eyes almost got out of his eyeballs, his mother was walking out of the room but he stopped her.
- How am I supposed to do that? You know I'm not capable of defending myself in any dangerous situation, nor will I be capable to hunt for food, why choose me?
- I'm aware of that son, but you're the only one who is available to help.
- What about Karl?
- Karl your 8 years old cousin?
- Yeah right. Well at least tell me what weapon I should take, and what will I eat?
- You and 9 other royal people will hunt, I'm sure they'll help you with that, we're not at war yet. And take your dagger
- Fine mother, fine.
She walked out and instead of getting ready, he was pacing in his room again, but this time, his breath was heavier, his footsteps were louder, his heart was racing, and he was still confused,  he didn't know how he'd manage taking care of himself in a place unknown to the whole world. He walked around his big room for a few minutes than realized he was wasting time. He grabbed a black dagger stuffed in his drawer, he put on his clothes and tall boots, he looked in the mirror into his brown wide eyes, worried but brave, weak but strong, and he walked out of his room...
Step after step was heavier on the red carpet in the hallway, he kept walking to the throne room, a lot of things were mixing up in his head, he had no idea what was to come, these stressful thoughts didn't leave his head.
Gards opened the door to the throne room, and he entered, music was playing, vielle, harp, psaltery, flute, shawm, bagpipe, drums... It wasn't unusual, in fact it was really frequent, but it took his breath away everytime, his heart danced to the rhythm, his eyes observed every musician, he loved music as much as books, so he sat down besides his father, and enjoyed what he would describe to be heaven.
A few moments later, the music stopped, and a young man walked in. He had brown hair and black eyes, was tall and extremely well dressed. Christopher got up to meet this gentleman, "Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Christopher" he said while shaking his hand, "Good morning sir, I'm Landon. I'll be your company throughout your walk out of the kingdom."
- Good to know, thank you Landon.
- You're welcome.
They walked out of the palace after Christopher said his goodbyes. He was still afraid and we could see it on his face, people from all around the kingdom were afraid of their faith that lied in between the hands of this innocent prince. He had no strength, and was not capable of killing a fly nor walk straight without falling. Such mission requires courage and strength, he didn't have such qualities, but he was very smart. he was far from strong but he was brave indeed, but how could he go on a mission that could lead to his death... To keep his mind off it, he waved and smiled at strangers as he walked silently in the streets.