The Archerons Older Brother

Chapter 3

It's been 2 months since we arrived at the Autumn court. Ivar had been very busy. He was currently in a forest looking down at a wealthy cottage, from where he was sitting in a tree. It was a nice family that lived there. Ivar could see that there were two kids playing at the dinner table, about the age 11 he believed. They looked so innocent sitting there, just talking to each other having a good time. Just too bad that their parents couldn't keep their noses from other people's stuff.

By the cauldron! Ivar hated when Zene sent him out to deal with anything that had to do with children, it just wasn't fair. It was the parents who pissed Zene off, not their children! But damn him, if he didn't do it, Zene mind sent someone else in his place. Someone who wouldn't care that they are just children, someone who would take their time finishing them off.

The parents would be home soon, so Ivar would have to move now. He had two twin swords hanging from his back, and a few daggers with him too. Ivar used his power and shifted from his fae form to the black raven, and flew over closer to the window. He had made a perfect plan for how to get into the house, even when it was warded from strangers like him to enter.

He flew directly into the window still in his raven form, hitting the glass, and falled to the ground. He heard a little scream of surprise, and then not long after he could hear them nearing the window on silent feets. One of the children, a girl, looked out from the window. She had big eyes, and a sweet little pointed nose. The girl looked down and saw him lying on the ground, like a little wounded bird. He wasn't, but it must look convincing since the girl's eyes turned full of pity, that he didn't deserve.

The girl opened the window and reached a hand down for him, her hand stopping two feets above him. She pulled her hand back, "Reachel, I can't reach the bird, can you go get her?" She called the other child. "Racheal". He could hear fast footsteps making its way away from the window. At any other point Ivar would have felt a little offended, that they believed him a female.

Loud footsteps came from behind him, a small boy with a big grin on his mouth. Ivar would never admit it, but he was adorable. "Be careful with her! It is no toy!" the girl said from the window. The boy, Reachel didn't look like he heard a thing the girl just said, and bowed down to reach out fast hands towards him. The boy lifted Ivar off of the ground, and got to his full height again. Reachel turned them toward the window where the boy's sister stood, with both arms stretched out from the window.

Reachel handed Ivar over to the girl's waiting hands, which took hold of him as if he were a baby bird. "Hurry inside, we need to help her!" said the girl with a stern voice, Reachel all but sprinted away. "Don't worry little bird, we will take care of you", she said with a sweet voice mothers often use on their children. And not a minute after was the door slammed open, and revealed the boy standing there.

The girl walked over to the dinner table with Ivar and put him on it, Reachel coming over to look at him too. "What are we going to do with her?" Reachel asked the girl. But Ivar couldn't stand it any longer, he had to do it now before he lost the nerve.

"We wait until mom and dad comes-" Ivar shifted into his fae form, interrupting her, and before any of the children could make a sound or so much as move. He slipped two daggers from their hide, and plunged them right though both of their throats, cutting deep. Deep enough that they would still be in shock, when they take their last breaths. Ivar pulled the daggers from their throats, and lifted their hands to the cuts. Both children were wide eyed with tears in, and open mouths that let out strangled noises.

Ivar put the daggers back in their hides and shifted back into the black raven form, receiving a half scream from the little girl, or what he assumed was a scream. He flew fast over to the window and out though it. Not daring to look back to see the light leave their eyes, or the mess he made. The mess the parents would find. instead of two children playing at the dinner table, they would see two children laying down beside it, bleeding out and choking on their one blood.

By the mother, Ivar couldn't wait to be free from Zene, and this damned world! 

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Ivar was currently sitting down in a tavern, completely wasted. He remembered that he had taken Blaze and Ajax with him, but he didnt know whether they left or was simply out of sight. Blaze said that he had some important meeting with some lord or something. And Ajax, well Ivar guessed he went drooling after some random lady, just as Ivar was now.

Ivar had a beautiful female straddling his lap, with auburn hair and a sweet mouth. In which Ivar was currently buried in. His lips bruised from the brutal kiss. She broke the kiss and asked "wanna come home with me?" breathless from the kiss, face still close to Ivars. "Sure sweetie, lead the way" He said, lifting her off him. She smiled at him, and turned toward the exit. And who was he to turn down an offer like that?

Ivar could pretend for one night that he wasn't a horrible killer. That he didn't just take the life of two innocent souls. Ivar knew it wasn't healthy, but was there anything healthy about his life in the first place? Was sold away by his own mother, so they could get some extra money, since all the gold they owned was at the bottom of the sea. He didn't mind doing it, not if it meant helping his family. But it hurts, to be sold away like that by your own mother, as if he just were some item to be tossed around.

Just one night. One night to forget himself and the world he lives in. Then he will find a way to see his sisters. And if he was lucky. Talking to one of them didn't sound so bad. So Ivar followed after the female.

Forgetting himself and the world he lives in.

Hang on! And wait to see what happens next!

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading!!!