The Conrell Clan

Chapter 4

Soon after that, the boy Alec had held close to him walked up to us. "Hello..." I trailed off awkwardly. He put his hand on Scott's chair. The boy's long hair, braided into a ponytail, whiped around as he stared at me.

    "Hi there, my name is Antonee Burdrich. But you'll learn to call me Sir Burdrich, if you wish to still be welcome here in Vinovrania. I am the son of Alec Burdrich, and very soon I shall rise to the throne, and have everyone here made my servants, free of charge. And if I see them plucking at my daily feast, I pluck off their head, like I was grabbing a grape off the vine." He snickered with malice in his voice.

    I got up, stood at his face, a few inches below my chin, and spoke: "Well, Antonee, you are the cruelest human being I've ever met, and under no circumstance will I bow to you, even if you cut my legs up to my knee. I've saved your village, and you as an individual dont seem to appreciate it. I don't want fame for rising up against them, but I expect some respect for saving your life. I didn't see you out there, risking your own life for others. You may rise to the throne one day in your cold-hearted life, but you'll never be a leader!"

    Our battle had roused the attention of half the people, others crowding around us to watch. Antonee threw a punch at me. I dodged it, sending his fist into his face. He stumbled back, jumping with his feet flying at my face. I ducked, rolling under him before he dropped, slipping off me. He was on the ground, and I pinned him down, a tight hold on his body.

    "Enough!" Alec screamed, stomping over to us. "Papa, he attacked me!" Antonee gasped. Scott looked over, grunting. "No he didn't! Otto was attacked, you idiot. Your son is an evil madman, plotting for the day you will leave the throne to him. Otto defended himself from this selfish child. He did nothing wrong."

    "I don't care. There's a war breaking out here, and if we have any hope of making it far, we need to stop fighting each other, and actually unite. Both of you get up and go to your rooms. Now!"

    I got up, and walked to my bedroom, Scott and Denver behind me. We strode up the spiral staircase closest to the room, and we sat down on Scott's bed when we walked in. I shut the door, locking it and pushing the loveseat against it.

    "Man, that guy's a-" Scott grunted. "Yeah, we know, Scott." Denver interrupted. "We should just go to sleep." I added.

    "Denver can't sleep in here!" Scott yelled. I giggled, and told her she should go, before letting her out. I baricaded the door again, and Scott asked me: "You want to go spying?"

    "To be honest with you, I can't do to much else. So, yes." I answered. Scott climbed into the vent, helping me up and inside. "Why are we doing this?" I asked him. "To see how Antonee is gonna be punished. I can't wait to see how stupid he'll look when he get's in trouble from..." He almost sounded singsongy on the last two words, deepening his voice and turning his head. "The chieftain!" He kissed his muscles. For the record, mine were bigger.

    "Hello?" A voice asked. It was the same person who called us to dinner. We were already a foot away from the vent, and crawled back to watch the scene unfold. "Webster! Schmidt! Come here!" Stephen yelled. Two men walked into the room next to Stephen.

    "Didn't we see them walk up here?" The man closest to Stephen asked. The second man shook his head. "No, I don't think so, Schmidt. I thought they left, didn't they?"

    "No, Webster, there was only the girl that left. There's still two boys in here. We need to get them for Burdrich's brat." Stephen settled the small argument.

    "Scott!" I barked under my breath. "What do we do?" He looked taken aback at first. "What do you think? We're not gonna fart pickle juice! Just wait for them to go, and we can move on!"