The secrete of the shadows

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Anderson

They are dead. Anderson couldn't believe his parents were dead. He sighed as he sat down on his bed and held his head in his hands. His parents had been brutally murdered by the secretive group known as the shadows. The shadows killed whom ever they see fit. Anderson didn't know why they would kill his parents. The king and queen were loved by all the citizens, but obviously not if the shadows decided to kill them. Anderson knew very little about the shadows, but he did know that they only killed because they thought it would help the citizens. The shadows were spread out around the whole Tuthage continent. Nobody knew who they were and where they were which made them extremely dangerous. Anderson was the oldest, after the funeral today he would be coordinated and become the new king. He was only seventeen and was nowhere near ready to rule he kingdom. He stood up and looked in the mirror. His dark brown hair covered his merciless green eyes. He would find the shadow who killed his parents and he would make them suffer. Anderson quickly adjusted his black tunic and walked out of the door going nowhere in particular.
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Grant

Grant really had no clue what to do. Anderson wasn't ready. He can't rule this kingdom he is too emotional. Anderson became mentally attached to people and when they left, he was a hot mess. Grant already knew his brother was probably thinking about how to find the shadows and make them pay or something. Grant wasn't trying to be heartless, he loved his parents very much. He thought about getting justice a different way. If Anderson had it his way he would just go in guns blazing trying to find the killer. Grant however wanted to trick the shadows. Grant needed some more information before he could follow through with his plan. It would have to wait, he thought as he carefully adjusted his attire. His all black clothes made him look gloomy and pale. His strawberry blond hair and blue eyes just didn't go with the outfit. He picked up the white sash and put it on. The white and black symbolizes that things are boring without the loved ones that passed. These were traditional mourning colors in the Arvendon kingdom. Grant didn't know any of the details, Anderson didn't want his thirteen year old brother to see the brutality of the murder. His brother was very protective and he was sort of glad Anderson didn't let him see his parents in that state. When Anderson walked out of the royal bedroom he threw up on the floor and started crying. Grant knew Anderson was trying to be strong this morning, but his red puffy eyes gave it away. Grant glanced at the mirror one more time before walking down to the funeral. I walked down the hallway when I saw Gwen and I quickly turned the other way and ran. Gwen was my brother's rude and idiot girlfriend. She was a princess and second in line for the throne at the neighboring kingdom, Tharfield kingdom. If there was one person Grant hated it would be her. Grant ran all the way down the hall and turned the corner only to run into Anderson his brother.
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Anderson

Anderson fell down as someone toppled him. Grant. He looked at his brother who's hair was messy and the sash was inside out. He laughed a little bit while helping up his younger brother. " Be careful buddy and watch where you're going" , Anderson said as he smiled. " You look like you seen a ghost Grant."" No I've seen Gwen which is ten times worse than seeing a ghost" Grant commented. They walked outside the the smile on Grant's face disappeared. Anderson understood the look of realization. He had experienced it last night when he walked out of the room. It caught up with him. Their parents were dead. Anderson refused to let Grant see their bodies. The mangled corpses were even too much for him. His heart hurt thinking about their death. Why think at all when it only hurts. Anderson wraps his arm around his brothers shoulders and begins to guide him through the streets. It is a tradition that when a royal figure dies the family and the casket walk through Main Street and all the citizens are standing on the sides in black and white clothes. They always say " Nos quondam damna vestrum." It means we mourn the loss of you in Latin. Grant starts crying about halfway through the walk. "I hold my head up high" Anderson says to himself. "I have to be strong for Grant and the kingdom," Anderson thought as he pulled his brother closer. Grant stopped walking and collapsed on the ground crying. Rain poured from the sky soaking everyone. Anderson carefully picked Grant up and kept walking. Grant cling to his brother soaking his already wet tunic with tears. They neared the end of Main Street. The chants grew louder as the rain pounded everyone. The citizens yelled like they wanted the queen and king to hear them even though they were dead. Soon they reached the end of the street. A gate speedster our kingdom from a cemetery. Thousands of royal family members we buried there. Anderson still carrying Grant walked in. Regular citizens were not permitted in here without permission. There in the cemetery was a priest, a grave digger, the royal council that has three members not including the king and queen. Gwen and her immediate family were there along with the other kings and their immediate family's. The castle staff was also there. Anderson looked at the familiar faces and then he looked at Grant. He was still crying. More like sobbing. He was shaking and grabbing onto Anderson's neck and showed no sign of letting go. Anderson rubbed his brother's back. The caskets were placed in the ground in the headstones were placed in front of them. The priest said some things, but Anderson could only hear the rain and the sobbing from his brother. People started to slowly leave. The other kings left with their families preparing for a long journey home. Most of the time if they journeyed here they could stay at the castle for a few days, but no one ever stayed during a funeral. The priest and the grave digger left next. Soon the royal council and the staff left. It was just Anderson and Grant. Anderson held onto Grant as he stared walking back to the castle. It was a 40mile walk to the castle gates and another 10 miles to the castle. Anderson knew that a mile from the cemetery was a carriage ready to drive them back. Once in the carriage Anderson noticed his brother had cried himself to sleep. Anderson laid Grant down and brushed back his soaking wet hair. "Goodnight Grant" Anderson whispered, before dozing off himself.