Revenge Is The Best Therapy

Chapter two

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Now, before we get into the whole story I suppose you'll want to know who I am. My name is Kieran Hadeon Cyprus. I am the third son of king Darius Cyprus and queen Antoinette Cyprus of the kingdom Valen. My brothers are princes Alexander Darius Cyprus and Lionel Eamon Cyprus. Now, let me tell you a bit more about myself. As a kid, while Alexander was training to be the next king, and Lionel was training to be the general of our fathers army's, I was stuck in my room, reading. When we had guests over, which was quite often, I wasn't allowed outside of the servants quarters.

My mother and father had adopted me from a nearby orphanage when I was 3 months old, hoping I would have magic. Sadly, they were extremely disappointed to find out that I did not in fact, have any magic whatsoever. From that day on, they both treated me like I was nothing. Like I was a nobody commoner who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as them. My brothers however, saw me as a friend. They both loved me and would spend time with me, until the incident.

One day, while my brothers and I were practicing swordplay outside, when I accidentally lost my footing and stabbed Alexander. From that day on both of my brothers started listening to my parents and they both viewed me as nothing but a monster. My parents had been telling them that I was since they found out I didn't have magic, but Alexander and Lionel never believed them, until I stabbed the oldest son and the one who would inherit the crown.

It wasn't the fact that they shunned me for the rest of their lives, nor was it the fact that they locked me in my room until I was 18 and could move out that caused me to hate them. It was the fact that they changed their views so quickly after I made one mistake, that made me wonder whether all of the laughing, all of the conversations, and all of the playing was just out of pity for me. Nevertheless whatever the reason may be that they turned on me so quickly, I decided that if I couldn't live up to our parents standards, I would become the very thing they feared I was. I let the darkness consume me, and I started plotting how and when my revenge would take form. Granted it took me five years to come up with the perfect plan, but now after five incredibly long years, I can finally get my revenge. Today is the day, today is the day I'm going to take everything they have ever known and loved, and I'm going to crush it with my own two hands.