I held my breath as Grandfather Suraci clasped the cloak around my shoulders.
"Now, Indyō. You won't be seen, be silent, and be careful." Grandfather Suraci never minced his words when it came to me. Grandfather Suraci thinks I'm too young and stupid to do anything, and I can't do anything. Grandfather Suraci has my mother and me as his little secret. I can't show any bit of disloyalty. So I nodded under the hood and gave a rough, "Mhm."
"Get that flag before your brother does." Grandfather Suraci waved his hand around, trying to find me since he had already clasped the invisibility cloak on me. Finally, he found my shoulder and dug his crimson red nails in, his glossy lips curving up into a tight-lipped smile.
I grunted and pushed him off, my leather-gloved hands pushing against his chest.
~◇~
I gripped my wooden stake, and cloak made flapping sounds that may give me away to the Tierc.
I ran through the forest where the Tierc was last reported to have been staying. They were reported to Grandfather Suraci and my biological father during a meeting of theirs. The Tierc was also in possession of a fog flag, a flag that can make an opponent stuck in a battlefield of fog, and the people with the flag have an advantage. If that flag is used, we're screwed...If we take the flag from the Tierc and use it for ourselves, Grandfather Suraci may have a chance at winning a battle against the Tierc.
---SHNNNG---!
Something knocked me to a tree, my cloak choking me out, I used the sharp end of my stake and sliced through the cloak, the silver slicing not only through the fabric but the skin of my neck, only grazed my neck but still stung like hell. I looked back and saw Sir Vincent's signature sword stabbed through my cloak and into a tree; he kept me trapped, but not for long since I had sliced through.
Sir Vincent Beñat, my second eldest brother, although he doesn't know that. He wore a plain white tunic with the emblem of Argeni over his breast. His hair was buzzed, but it had a slight orange-ish color, the signature that he was father's son.
I saw his eyes narrow; he must have thought I was a rebel who had sided with the Tierc or that I was tailing him. Damn, how did I not notice him?
I choked out a, "Huh," and gripped my fingers tightly around my throat, slowing down the bleeding very little as it dripped down my fingers and down onto the ground.
Sir Vincent Beñat used my pause of confusion to his advantage and darted past me; I glared and cursed under my breath, "Toron of a harlot." I quickly sidestepped just as he was next to me; right behind him, I lifted my stake and...
---FWONK!---
I used the staff while I held it by the middle, knocking his head so hard I felt as though I were the one whose brain was rocking back and forth in their skull. I knocked Sir Vincent Beñat in the back of his head; I felt his body rattle from the shock before he fell to the ground, his hand gripped tightly around his sword.
~◇~
I ran with my stake, knowing the Tierc was now aware that Sir Vincent Beñat and I were there.
