The King's Weep I

Chapter XVI

The snow flew past Kahl as he had ridden towards the kingdom gates, which were destroyed from a heavy, unknown impact.

   Kahl had wondered where Dragomir went, but that soon faded as he witnessed his people burning and crying in the flames, yet they had not seen him. He felt like tears could fall, but he acted strong and raced towards the castle gates, where guards were running around rapidly for help.

   "King Kahl!" A guard screamed, "help!"

   Kahl ignored the man, who held a viciously burned women in his arms. "I am sorry, but have you seen my father?"

   The guards hopeful look soon turned to madness, and he growled at the king, and limped away with the women. Kahl frowned, and ran his horse through the damaged gates, ignoring the sounds of roars of fire, and the dragon.

   Kahl raced upon the entrance, and was glad no part of the castle was on fire.

   Yet.

   Kahl jumped off the white horse and raced towards the entrance, and pushed back the large, iron doors that would need so much strength, yet, the young one had pushed them open in one swift move. He ignored this and sped his way through the castle, to the main Kings and Courts room. As he neared it, he noticed it had already been opened, and yells were heard. Yells he could recognize as his father, Drago, and his brother, Dragomir.

   Kahl placed his feet upon the tiled floor softly, careful not to disrupt the heated argument they were in.

   "How could you? How could you put this whole kingdom into danger with your stupid act for the crown!" The older brother pronounced, and Drago grunted.

   "You, my son, deserve to burn in the very pits of Hell you created!" Kahl's father raged, and the young one frowned. "Kahl does not deserve that heavenly crown, I do!"

   Kahl heard Dragomir burst into laughter, not happy as he had always heard, but a dark laugh filled with a trail of Hell. "Kahl deserves that crown more than anyone ever could. He suffered through mothers death, and my death. I will be longing for the day he laughs at yours," Dragomir seethed, and Kahl had known his anger had escaped, it had slithered past his gates and released itself upon the father who killed him.

   "Hah, I will never die, unless it be by me," Drago bellowed. And, at that moment, Kahl had realized something.

   His mother had died because of his father, his brother had died because of his father, and his kingdom was falling apart, all because of his father. Kahl steamed, and he had felt the anger, just like Dragomir, that he kept in for so long, escape.

   And, because of this anger, Kahl stepped through the doors, and stared at the man he had once trusted. Drago, his father, had widened eyes as Kahl slipped the knife out from the pocket of his armour he had picked up along the tour of the castle.

   "Kahl, my son-" Drago had started, but Kahl smiled, almost sinisterly, which made Dragomir happy.

   "You will die, only by the hands of me," Kahl whispered, but loud enough for both of them to have heard it. Before Drago had a chance to explain himself, and the situation that Kahl had mistaken, the younger brother threw the heavy knife towards his father. Drago had no time to think, or spare, for the knife hit the buff chest of their father.

   His chest bled out, and Kahl and King Dragomir watched as the man stumbled onto his knees, glanced them in the eye, and then fell heavily upon the floor to his very death.