"Could it have been an old ally which rivalled the kingdom of Keleflore, Uncle?" I asked, going through another ink-filled paper full of Uncle's writing.
"Not quite, meetings were made frequently to ensure peace between us and neighbouring lands." He noted groggily, squinting at the other pieces of paper scattered across the table.
A few days after the mourning, it had been a common occurrence to try to make sense of the cause of our new predicament. The room was dimly lit, as the oil lamp in the corner seemed to shine just enough for us to go through our many notes. Letters, readings, and other forms of documentation scattered across the brown four-legged table, as Uncle and I sat at opposite ends, meshing our brains for some pathway.
"An ambush that took out an entire kingdom in one night." He shook his head.
"Such a feat had to be premeditated, but still with so much intense scrutiny."He sighed while using his free hand to ruffle some curls in his hair, "Such attention to detail needs to have some kind of motive, behind it."
His shoulders hunched over one of his recent notes, as he retold his thoughts to me, eyes baggy with a clear enervation building up within him, as sleepless nights piled up in search of the killer.
I had no doubt I looked the same way, but I easily felt worse.
"The most frustrating thing is a clear lack of enemies, as ironic as that sounds." I said, scanning another document, "The only person we're unsure of is the woman who announced the prophecy before I was born." Before stretching my limbs slightly, I told him, the lack of sleep was slowly catching up to me.
"She immediately passed away after announcing the lines, so that's another dead end." My uncle commented before, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"Huh, that pun was not intended." A slight chuckle left his lips, as he laid back into his seat a bit.
"Always good to have a bit of humour occasionally, as morbid as that was." I responded with a sigh, before pinching the bridge of my nose, "Does anyone know our whereabouts?"
"Nope," He replied, "They believe we died like.. the rest of the royal family."
His eyes darkened slightly, even though the lamp, had enough oil to last till dawn.
I felt my stomach spin, as I tilted my head upright, hoping my short intake would help calm down the retched feeling crawling up my throat.
An awkward silence filled the room, as we both knew the Elephant in the room, which we crept around.
Even with that much obvious not one of us dared to address it, my Uncle and I had formed an unspoken agreement over the weeks.
"How about the civilians?" I inquired, desperate to shove past this topic.
My Uncle sighed again, as his palms rubbed circles against one another, yet it wasn't that cold of a night.
"No survivors at all, Jason." He said, a slight hiccup in his voice, "Gone...slaughtered like animals."
The weight behind his words impaled me from all sides as my arms rubbed over my shoulders.
Everyone in Kelflore had a role to play in making the kingdom as great as it once was, nor did anyone in my family view them in such a negative or undermining regard, and listened to all this.
"Ahh!" I screamed while slamming the table, a spark of undescribable anger raged inside me, and I could feel tears pouring down my face.
My erratic heartbeat didn't help matters.
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Fiction générale"Hello, everyone. I'm Jason Hart, and currently 16 years old. My power is a voice in the back of my head." I announced awkwardly, looking anywhere but at the people in front. There was an awkward ambiance before I heard a response. "See, I told you...
