As an only child born into the honorable Rollins family, young Seth found himself poised to be the next King of West Worchester Ending. With everything a man could want in his possession all seemed well, until he's overthrown by his long lost uncle...
We spend the morning working in the shop. We have a few regulars and a few travelers. I've never been good at conversating but Sasha always manages to strike up conversation with every customer that comes in. Listening to her talk with them about shared experiences during their travels makes the morning speed by. I could listen to these conversations all day, everyday.
Sadly night arrives before we know it and we close up for the day.
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"Sasha, there's something I need to tell you." I say. "Hmm?" She asks looking up from her drawing pad. I sit beside her on the couch her, "I lied about something and I want to clear the air." I say. "What?.....You don't prey on women do you?" She asks. "No!" I answer. "Good, I'd hate to have our friendship ruined." She replies. "Wait, you think of me as a friend?" I ask. "Well you're a cool guy and you've literally taken me in. I might seem naive but I'm a great judge of character and I can tell you're one of the good guys." She answers. "Thank you." I reply. I sigh, "Now that we're openly friends it's hard for me to say this, but here goes. My name isn't Tyler Black. It's Seth, Of The Rollins Dynasty." I reveal. She laughs, "Nice try but I know he's dead. And even if you were him by some chance, why would a prince and the heir to the throne be living here of all places. It doesn't make sense." She says. "Well, Hunter killed my father and drained me of all of my powers. Then he took the throne on top of all of it." I reply. She looks into my eyes and eventually sees I'm telling the truth. "I don't understand. Why would he do something so evil to family. King Mareth was his brother." She asks. "Hunter was disgraced from birth. Vicente had him with a peasant and was ashamed of his existence. My father on the other hand was a pure blooded royal and treated with all of the love and nurturing that Hunter wanted. It's not an excuse but I think that's why he did it." I answer. "That's the Hunter I've come to know. When he came to Bosstown he destroyed so much of our land and killed so many of our people. He didn't even see them as lives, just obstacles preventing him from stealing our Gem Of Mercedes." She replies. "I'm sorry he did those things." I say. "It's not your fault. If anything you're just as much a victim as I am." She replies.
"But I want to know. Why not fight? The throne is yours and I know you want to avenge your father." She asks. "I fought Hunter and even at my strongest I wasn't powerful enough. I know if I faced him like this I'd be killed, and my mother doesn't deserve any more heartache." I answer.
"I understand your reasoning and I respect it. But I couldn't imagine you being happy the way things are, don't you want to try to find something to fight him. Maybe we can get allies, maybe we can find a way to get your powers back. Anything but letting him win." She says.
"The only thing I could imagine that could stop him would be if I found my half brothers. We're able to activate a power together we can't activate separately but I have no idea where they are. I searched for them for years and eventually I gave up." I reply. "What are your brothers' names? I've meet hundreds of people maybe I've heard of them." She asks. I rush upstairs to my chest of belongings I brought from Capital City. Honestly, I wouldn't have these things had my mother not managed to sneak them out to me.
I find the scroll showing my family tree and take it to Sasha.
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(Visualization of the information on the scroll above.)
"Dean Of House Ambrose and Prince Roman Of The Reigns Dynasty. They're your half brothers?" Sasha asks reading my family scroll. "Yup. Roman is a son of the princess of Aulele and Dean is the son of a noble woman whom has served my family as wine makers for centuries." I answer. She squints at the small drawing of Dean beside his entry on the scroll. "I think I know him!" She says. "What? From where?" I ask.
"The bar down the street." She answers. "Down the street? Here?" I ask. "I'm almost 100% positive." She answers. I stand up, "We have to go down there. Even if he left someone might know something." I reply. Sasha nods.
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Sasha and I enter the saloon and make our way to the bar. It's crowded as it usually is at night. Most saloon goers come here at dusk and spend the entire night here. Some drink and pass out, others gamble and enjoy the women dancing. It's the heart of the city. I couldn't imagine life without something to take people's mind off of the things going on in the world.
"Have you seen a man about as tall as my friend. Brownish red hair, blue eyes. Throwing back shots and being loud?" Sasha asks the bartender. "You just described most of the people here." The bartender replies. Sasha looks around and thinks, "He was sitting three seats down a couple of days ago." She remembers. "Look hun, I'm sorry I can't help you. I see plenty of people here every night, I couldn't remember one person." The bartender says.
"Yo! Bar keep, make me something strong and hotter than fire." We hear.
We look around and see a man approaching in all black. His hair disheveled, his beard stubbly.
