Realms United

CHAPTER ONE - Elle

I remember the time my brother came home from months of training, and battling. My mother and father had missed him dearly. Elliot was the favorite, it was obvious. He was also five years older than me. When we were younger, we would play knights all of the time toying with stupid wooden swords my father had made. He would always win, and I would complain it was only because he was older, when I grew up. I learned that wasn't true.

When Elliot was eighteen he joined the Logres Kings Royal Army. He became one of his best knights, and he worked his way up the ranks. By the time he was twenty three, he was commanding his own troop of knights, and he earned a Royal Sword, with his name etched into the side of the blade. When he returned home then, he was showing it off. Mainly to me. The sword was truly beautiful.

It had a leather chestnut brown grip with small strands of black cloth wrapped around it. The pommel at the back-end of the sword was silver, with small silver gems that surrounded a gold gem directly in the center. The rain guard was black with the same silver gems running throughout it. And the blade was a solid silver throughout the whole thing, with the name 'Elliot Fletcher' etched into it on one side. The scabbard to the sword had that same chestnut brown leather to it. It was also wrapped in that black cloth. The locket and the chape of the scabbard were silver, with the locket only being a slightly darker tone of silver. That sword was a beautiful piece of art, and to my brother it had become his most prized possession, besides me of course. I was his favorite and his only little sister.

Two years later he returned home once more. I was in my room at the time when I heard my mother and father yelling. I didn't bother to budge. They yell over stupid shit all the time, and when the tavern is dead, they drink. That's when all I hear is drunk yelling and laughing. The tavern was set up where our house is underneath it all. There are no windows in our home, just poorly decorated walls, and the bar upstairs in the tavern was right over my bedroom. So If I part from my work duties early, I am left with a sleepless night. So when I woke up to yelling, I didn't bother to move.

Then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I sat in my bed when I heard a knock at my door and a deep voice that seemed to echo through the house. I didn't answer. My father would never just send some stranger into our home to fetch me, he must have snuck down here. What a creep. I waited, thinking that if I didn't answer they would go away.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

I summoned enough courage to at least respond to the creep behind the door knocking.

"What do you want? If my father finds out you are down here without permission you can be banned from the tavern." My voice was stern.

"Your father?" The person on the other side of the door started laughing. "Elle has my absence gotten to your head? I don't sound that different do I Ellie?"

Ellie.

"Elliot?" I said jumping up from my bed and unlocking the door, to look up at a full grown man. With dark scruff on his face. He wore something that looked like a toned down knight uniform for when they aren't in their suits of armor, and then there was that sword. Clear as day. My brother's sword. A giant smile plastered onto my face.

"What are you doing here!" I exclaimed, hugging him. "It's been two years you asshole and you didn't even write to me." I said punching him in the chest.

He grasped his chest and pretended to stumble. Like my punch could ever affect him. Elliot was always stronger than me, he was a man. So of course he would be, or at least that was my mothers reason. He stopped pretending to stumble and looked at me with a bright smile. It has been two years since we have seen each other so I could only imagine the talk and catching up that was about to happen.