The Red Moon Chronicles Book 1: The Crown Of Xenthos

Prince of Xenthos

Fire filled the streets of night, many screams cried out to the gods but none would answer. In the center of it all a young boy the age of 9 was searching for someone, but that someone never came. Four riders clothed in black swept through the streets on horseback, when they spoke they had foreign accents unique to Athens.

These men slaughtered every one in sight, from small children to elderly adults. There was no mercy for the city of Athens. None except for the boy himself.

A fifth rider came to the boy, but did not raise his sword.

"Boy, who are you?"

His voice was strong and thick.

"M-me? I'm.. I'm Keenio sir..." He whimpered.

He was frightened and scared with tears in his eyes.

"Where's Veronica?"

"Who is this Veronica?" In a sincere tone.

"She is my friend, and I am worried about her."

"Take my hand boy."

He patted the boy on his snow colored, rugged hair and helped him on his saddle.

"We will find her."

As Keenio rode off with the man, the scent of blood and death surrounded them both. They never found Veronica and they left Athens in peace a moment later.

"Wake up Keenio... Wake up" a voice sounded, with a sweet English like tone.

The boy awoke from his dream.

"Elizabeth..."

Keenio opened his eyes, a girl  stood hovering over him in his hammock, she was so beautiful, even Freya herself would be jealous, she looked as if the gods themselves crafted her from a dream. She looked like a goddess.

"what's up?"

"Oh thank god Keenio, you had me worried!!!"

She brushed her long honey colored hair out of her face. Her eyes sparkled an emerald green color.

"You were screaming are you okay?"

"Oh..."

Keenio's steel eyes couldn't stop looking at her, he saw she already had her leather jerkin on and had her sword at her side. Though she was his adopted sister he could tell how perfect she looked. For her leather jerkin fit closely to her body. She was perfect in every way.

"It was just a dream..."

"You've had them all to recently.."

she always worried for her little brother.

"You are 17 you should have control over your nightmares already."

She gripped the side of his hammock flipped him out of it swiftly. He fell face first to the hard wood floor. she snorted and then walked out to the doorway.

"You better get ready Keenio we have the hunt soon."

Her tone changed from sincere to hard and strong like a stone.

"The hunt..."

Keenio looked at her blankly and scratched his head.

"Oh shit... That's right"

"Finally. Now get ready, it would be ashamed if the son of King Stilphius was late to the most important event of the Xentidos."

She leaned her back against the wall looking into Keenio's room.

"Hurry up idiot."

"Fine.."

Keenio gave a serous glare into space then stood up and put his Jerkin on, then grabbed his sword and strapped it to his side. The both of them left the building together.