The lost Prince

4

"Stop!" I cried.

"Who are you?" Sir Valian, the leader asked, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Why should I not kill you where you stand?"

"You would be killing your own prince." I gasped. I saw the twins lean forward to study me.

"Our prince is dead. Our king told us that the traitor got to him."

"You really believe that. Come Sir Vilian, it is me." He leant forward as well, moving his horse so that he was closer.

"Where did the prince's mother grow up?"

"My mother grew up and is currently in Ealdor."

Sir Vilian didn't move. He didn't believe it was possible to be me.

"Oh shove off Vilian. No one but the royal family and the head knight knew where she is. Just remember that's you." One of the twins chuckled. I could hardly recognise his voice and I couldn't tell who was who was anymore.

"Sir Vilian. Please, Belepor and his knights are trying to become allies with Camelot. Please, I need your help."

"If you are my prince, answer me this. What can you not stand?" 

What an odd question. There are many things.

"Come on Sire!"

"No titles, please!" 

Sir Vilian takes off his helmet, a smile plastered to his face. "I thought you were dead."

"Apparently, so did my father. Although, for a different reason."

"Thought we'd never see you again!" One of the twins shouts, taking off his helmet. His hair is a deep brown and is cut back out of his face. His brother does the same, but I nearly gasp at the difference. The other's hair is a dirty blonde, tangled.

But the tangled hair gives it away.

"Do you ever brush your hair, Edwin?"

"How could you tell it was me?" Sir Edwin whined.

"You've still got the tangles, Terric doesn't," I smirk.

The group groan.

"Don't smirk," Terric mutters. "Every time you do, you show us off."

"Apart from that one time when your father had someone make you slip and Sir Roger won." I chuckle at the memory. After I started fighting I would keep practising, mixing magic with traditional swordsmanship. I quickly one of the best before rising to the top as well.

"But that wasn't my fault, that was foul play." I point.

"Foul play! Ha!" shouts Vilian. "More like finally having a new best."

"Didn't last very long." Chirps Edwin.

"No, but it lest you with quite the face." Vilian snickers when I roll my eyes.

"So where have you been hiding all these years?" Terric inquires.

"My father had me go with my mother, but eventually the Ealdor villagers grew weary. I went to Camelot after that and have been there ever since."

"So why are you all the way out here? We didn't recognise you, surely Belepor wouldn't either." Mutters Vilian, though, more to himself than to anyone else.

"If there was even a slight chance that an heir to the throne was still alive, what do you think he would do?" I mutter back.

"Well then, you'll love this news." Smirked Edwin, looking at his twin.

Terric smirked. "We're here to kill the king."