The Iron Blade

Kheelan

-----Leilyn-----

Leilyn stumbled into her apartment arm bleeding profusely, she had wrapped it in some fabric ripped from her cloak, but it would need some rub on it, and a better bandage.

Shit. She should have killed him first, she should have known that a prince of fae would have some ungodly power up his sleeve. And now he was gone, back to whatever hell hole he had come from. He knew what she looked like and who she was. All because of her own stupidity, no more would she be able to kill fae in disguise without covering her face, or simply walk around the streets of Valia. Shit. Walking up to her room she grabbed the travel-bag that sat in the hall for emergencies and began to pack.

Most of the house was clean and empty save the furniture, so it was the work of the moment to chuck sheets over top the couch and armchair in the living room, close the bathroom door and take the chiller box from the kitchen. Then she moved into the bedroom. Her closet was a problem, if they found her clothes, from her disguises they could confirm every fae she had killed. Not that it wasn't obvious with her bloody calling card. Still, not wanting to give any hard evidence she lifted a slat in the flood board. Underneath there was a hole, big enough for most of the clothes to go inside if she packed them down tight. Ripping all the clothes from their hangers she stuffed them in, putting the slat back in place when she was done.

Then she packed some lingerie, three black one-pieces, dark shirts, pants, some black knee-high boots, gloves and two woollen cloaks. Her bag was light as she held it in one hand, the chiller box in the other, her handbag over her shoulder.

She would need to dump the food somewhere, she didn't want to lug it with her, but if she left it here they would be able to tell from the state of the food how long she had been gone.

As she left the house she grabbed the perfume she had in her handbag and sprayed the entire bottle, she hopped it would mask her scent. Then she left, never to return.

-----Prince Asher-----

He landed with a thump on soft grass, he sat up, groaning as pain seared down the right side of his abdomen. He twisted his head to inspect the injury. A hilt protruded from his side, black with the initials L.A written in gold. He grasped it with his hand and yanked it, gasping in pain as it came out. The blade was iron, hence the pain. Thank goodness it hadn't hit anything important. He stood, wobbling from the loss of blood. He would have to see a Healer as the iron prevented him from healing it himself.

His blood leaking in a trail behind him he made his way over the field to where he knew the palace sat. It was warded against people using power to get in, his portals were no exception. He knew it was not long until one of his father's dogs came sniffing him out, so he was not surprised when Prince Kheelan, The crown prince of Valia, and his horrid big brother appeared beside him.

Kheelan was similar in appearance to Asher, the same blue eyes and golden hair, though what gave Kheelan away was the cold calculating look in his eyes. Kheelan was by far and away the cruellest of the brothers, even Asher was horrified with some of the things Kheelan did. As he caught sight of his little brother a cold smile spread across his lips. "Run into some trouble brother." Kheelan slowly approached him, running his cold blue eyes over every inch of his brother. Then he looked up, his unflinching gaze meeting Asher's. "Where  are your warriors." Asher gazed right back. "Dead." He took a step back as Kheelan's eyes filled with rage. "By whom." He gritted out. Asher gulped. "A woman with dark hair and turquoise eyes, she reeked of death Kheelan, she killed our brothers." 

Asher barely registered his brother moving towards him, only aware he had been their thanks to the sharp stinging pain across his face, he hissed as he prodded the spot where his brother had slapped him, it was sure to bruise. "A woman did not kill our brothers Asher." he seethed. "You're supposed to be a warrior, yet you can't stop a mortal woman when she attacks you. Don't use excuses with me, little brother." Asher couldn't help but feel hurt by the look of disgust in his brother's eyes. "Tomorrow Asher you will go out alone, you will destroy the fae killer and bring their dead body before me. Or else you will find that it is your dead body before my feet, I may be your brother, but I am first your crown prince." With that he turned heel and left, leaving his younger, bleeding brother to find his own way back to the palace.