Zenix and his Past [ABANDONED]

Chapter 6 - Garroth

"Vylad Okasine, please step forward." the kind voice of my mentor commands. And of course I step forward. And I know what you are thinking, "Garroth, why are you going under a fake name?" Relax, only my peers don't know my name, Fenier knows and is keeping my secret, as he is my mentor, and my consultant, or well, he WAS those things.
Now that I am graduating, top of my class I might add, I am forced to go back to Okasis. But that was only their plan, now I have to do one of the hardest things I have ever done. Fake my death and lie to my family and people.
My mother will be so devastated, she only very recently lost my younger half-brother, Vlyad, now she lost me, her eldest and most trusted person inside the castle gates.
My father, heh, well, Father has gone mad with power, I have heard some say that the Shadow Lord acted the same as my father, mad and power hungry, not caring who and what gets in his way of conquering all of the Ru'an region. This man would be furious rather than heartbroken like the Father I once had.
Zane, well, Zane never truly cared for me, as I am not as loyal to my father as he. But I still love him all the same, or should I say, Zame? Nah, I'll stick with same...
Irene help me, this is going to be tough.

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It is time for the celebration feast, and she should be here. That witch, the good, kind hearted witch that wishes this didn't have to happen. A childhood friend of my mother's, though Mother will believe that her baby has been murdered. It's savage, I know. It is my last option. I wish I could get a letter into my Mother without it being intercepted by my father. He would send armies after me to make sure this treaty will follow through.
I walk into the dining hall, with a tux (that was really fashion forward, hey I grew up in a palace, don't judge,) without my helm. People were seeing my face and automatically recognizing me because of my fame, some eyes filled with fear, others awe, and some hate. I pulled at my collar, nervous if this will work or not. The potion in my hand, I wait for a time to smash it. I look around that is when I saw her. A middle-aged women with graying brown hair and stormy gray eyes. It's her, the witch. Mandi Lafran. She turns and catches my eye, and gives me the smallest nod I have ever seen. Now. Now is the time. I take a deep breath and get up from my chair as if to go and talk to Azura, who was coincidentally sitting next to Mandi.
As I neared them, Mandi shifted her hand to grab the potion, and I slid it casually into her palm and kept walking to Azura, as if nothing happened.
As I bent down to talk with Azura, she gave me a confused look and I shrugged it off, acting like it was no big deal. But she knows me better than that, rolls her emerald eyes, and talks to me as if she was oblivious to the exchange. "So, Garroth, what are you going to do now? Marry the prissy girl of Scaleswind or what?" She asks loudly, purposely trying to start a scene, I don't know why... People stop their conversations and stare at us.
I abruptly straighten and say to her, "I do not know yet, but you have no right to talk about a young woman of whom you have never met like that. I've heard she is the quite the opposite. And if I do marry her, what business is it of yours?" I glare at her.
She returns the look, her eyes like chips of flint, and she says, "If you two DO happen to get married, that would mean the two most powerful villages in the Ru'an region would ally themselves. I am only concerned for my people of Bright Port, your Highness." Standing up, she scoffs and walks off, leaving me dumbfounded and staring at the door she stomped out of. Behind me, Mandi gives a small uncomfortable cough and I turn and look at her, informing her silently to move on with the plan.
Casually, I walk back to my seat and sit, eyes on Mandi. People start to go back to their conversations, glancing every so often in my direction, then turning back gossiping like I don't know what they are talking about. Hurry up, Mandi! I think. We haven't got all night. . .
As if she heard me, Mandi threw the potion at me and hit me in the face. The pain from the glass shards only lasted momentarily, before absolute terror overwhelmed me, and I knew it was all a mirage. It is a huge werewolf twice the size of me, that leaped at me. Even though the impact of the bottle knocked me a few feet from my seat, giving me enough time to scramble up and pull out a dagger I always hide in my dress pants, didn't let me get ready to defend myself. People around me are screaming and fellow guard graduates come rushing to my aid, the monster picks me up and throws me through a window, shattering the glass, and we fall to the meadow outside the academy. I knew what happen next, so I screamed in pretend agony, since the image shows the monster tearing my flesh, slowly killing me. I know how to end it, and with my "last strength" stab upward into the werewolf's gut. He falls on top of me freezing the image long enough for me to get up and sprint into the forest. When the image unfreezes, I see people crowded around two motionless shapes. One the "Werewolf" with the dagger still shanked inside it, and the second one... me. I knew how it would look, but it's still creepy to look at your own dead body. As soon as they leave, my "body" in tow, I make a dash for the sleeping hall, to get my uniform and things. No going back now...