Family? Found!

Assassin?

"So, you guys are the young princes of Anfang." A man in a large black cape plays with the knife in his hand as he approaches the young children, cornering them to the wall.

"Yeah, no shit, dumbass! Who else would the three kids you took from inside the palace wall be, huh?"

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"So, you guys are the young princes of Anfang."

"..." hugging young Michael in his arms, Terrence and Tyron lean their back against the base of the mountain that they've been forced against, the older boy holding a protective arm out in front of the other with a glare as the small boy holds onto his shirt. "What do you want?"

"He's going to kill us." Sitting down after seeing no possible escape route, Tyron crosses his arms with his legs crossed, staring right at the man with the knife. "He is obviously an assassin. He is going to kill us and hide our bodies so nobody can find them. Isn't that right, mister?"

Looking down at the boys, the man didn't say anything but stare, much to the boy's confusion. After a moment of silence, the man bent down in front of them before the hood fell down his head, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "Umm... well... that was the plan...."

"Father?!"

"Huh?"

As the four stare at each other in either surprise or confusion, Terrence slowly speaks up through the silence. "No... they most definitely look alike, but the difference is there. Father's eyes aren't purple... which is most definitely a weird eye colour. And father did not grow this load of hair in one day."

"Yes, I am not your dad..." seemingly taken aback, the man stared at them for a bit before signing in defeat, dropping his knife. "Hey, listen. I was supposed to kill you three or bring your guys back to the professor where I don't know what he is going to do to you guys, but...."

"But?"

"I changed my mind."

"Huh?"

Grinning at the children happily, Vincent holds out a hand. "I changed my mind!"

"W- why did you change your mind...?" Asking wearily, Terrence didn't take the man's hand in case it was a trap. Seems to have realized that, Vincent signs and takes his hand back, looking over at the three with a more or less nonchalant expression. "So, your stepmother and her grandfather wanted you two dead for standing in the way between her and the heart of the king. They came to me at different times, with the grandfather wanting you guys alive and brought back to the lab for experimentation and the woman wanting you guys drowned to death in the ocean. Which, I really can't do both at the same time! And they both are scary... either way, I'm screwed! So, I decided to just not do it!"

"... so, are you going to let us go?" Asking from behind Terrence, Michael peaks his head out carefully. Shaking his head, Vincent stands up and looks down at the boys. "Look, I would if not because of the fact that we are in the middle of nowhere, and the second I leave you guys alone, you are going to get consumed by a pack of wolves or something. So, I have a better idea."

The man grins and draws two daggers out of nowhere. Terrence and Tyron immediately got on guard from the sight of the blade and inches away with Michael behind them. Seeing the reaction, the man laughs lightly before handing them the hilts.

"How would you guys like to become very, very good at killing people?" bending down to eye level, the man gives them a confident yet oddly comforting grin. "You guys are in need of a guardian since the people in the palace are obviously not going to do that. And I want some company after my escape, the whole point of me coming in the first place. How about it?"