The King's Sword

"There's a war brewing, you have to know that right" His gaze piercing the dirty blonde locks ahead of him. If looks could kill, Andrew would be no more than a flicker in the wind.
"Of course I know that..." He paused, "I-I just don't think were ready... Not yet" Andrew turned to face him, his expression could easily be mistaken as unsure or concerned. But Nathaniel knew better than that, he knew that glint in his eye.
"Hm. What's the plan, your majesty" Nathaniel wore the smirk of a mischievous god, his eyes shone with excitement.
"If history is forsaken to repeat, then what god is there to stop us from altering the tides of war. Nate, Let's write our own history"...
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King Andrew. Strong, smart, strategic and ungodly levels of sarcastic. He leads his nation with dignity and pride. His resolve and determination are unbeatable, but how long will he last when he's turned against a best-friend... A brother.

Nathaniel. Pride sewn to his very core. Equally as smart and strategic as Andrew. But universally levels higher when it comes to his snarky and sarcastic comments. His hybrid blood makes him superior to others. But how long can his iron resolve stand before it crumbles from his own guilt and mistakes?

Zephyra. Strong, Independent, and outright scary when she pissed off by the two boys. Her magic can blast anyone into nothing. But how will she deal with the lose, separation and damage caused by the person she loves the most?