The Death of a King

Chapter One

-One week before death-

-Derek's POV-

Gah, this ingredient won't meld with the others. Maybe if i try to use less of it?

Halving the quantity of the ingredient he was using, Derek tried it again. It still refused to meld, no matter how low he went. He had been at this for hours with absolutely no success. Perhaps if he tried using more instead of less?

I believe that is enough for tonight. I'll check up on Fyre then head off to bed.

Tearing his eyes away from the potion rack, he exited his house with his thoughts on his sister, and then to her husband and how he had broken the door cleanly in two some seven or eight months ago. He had been using his own strength to send it clear off the frame and into the opposite wall, which wasn't exactly close by it.

The large stone castle loomed in the distance, towers watching the kingdom from every direction. Both Royals had their favorite places, but at this time of day they were most likely at the front tower which housed their shared room.

"Fyre? You up here?"

"I am, brother. What brings you here?"

"I wanted to say that I've made no progress with that spell, and to say goodnight to you."

"That damned spell still giving you shit? Oh well, it is what it is. Good night, brother."

Derek walked to his bed and lay down. He then fell asleep.