The Three Princes, The Two-sided Coin, and The Servant: Chapter One - The King's Request

Aeschylus, the third son, searches for a way to impress his family and have value like the Kings first and second son. Now, when a opportunity rears its head, Aeschylus will not pass it up.

 The king of Slautqua, Dorcord, had ruled along side of his Queen, Chastity, for many years. They had a total of three sons. The first son’s name was given to him during the his fourth birthday. The name bestrode upon the first son was Aeolus, meaning nimble; quick-moving. He grew up to be a womanizer. His eyes acid green, nearly glimmering like an emerald. His long golden locks reaching past his shoulders and soft facial features made many women faint as he walked past during his afternoon strolls. His body was slim, but fit and slightly tanned. His thin heart lips would always be in highly snooty smirk. Being the first son of king and having plentiful wealth made him a spoiled, stuck up prick. For, you see, he would be king some day.

 

 The second son was named during his third birthday. Adrastos is his given name, which meant courageous. He had the will power of a herd of rapid bulls. And with that will, he had the physical strength of a thousand knights. Striking and destroying anything standing in his path. He grew up to be a ruthless beast whom bore the face of an angel. Yes, his brewing rage of some sort was hidden behind his statue face. His features similar to Mars, the god of war. He was shorter compared to Aeolus, however has a much thicker upper body. His eyes were sharp and frosty sapphire. Which made him appear soulless and much more dangerous. Adrastos was not a womanizer. In fact, he found them mostly useless. Lowering them to toys of pleasure and a way to reproduce. Ultimately, his views on women were similar to dogs. He was openly sexist.

 

 However the last son was different. He did not show any sort of special abilities. He was not courageous like the second son or Quick like the first.

 

“Have the god’s forgot this child?” The king roared.

 

“Where is the uniqueness? Useless boy indeed.” He will tell the queen everyday. It wasn’t until the third's son tenth birthday that he was finally named.

 

“Aeschylus is your name! Understand useless boy?” The name meant shame, but the son did not care. He was grateful for a name. “Thank you father.”

 

 The King frowned. “Dumb child, leave me now.” He shooed his third son away. Like many of his birthdays, he was given a single present, unlike his other brothers; who were always showered with gifts.

 

 He grew up slim and athletically challenged. Aeschylus spent most of his childhood around the queen, who seemed to like him more than the King. As he got older he would reside in the Castle’s library. He read and read, nearly reading all the novel there. Aeschylus brown hair grew long, flat and silky. It was not lustrous like Aeolus’ golden locks. Nor did he see himself growing strong like Adrastos. Aeschylus' only hope was to read. Which is what he did for hours a day. It wasn’t until his nineteenth birthday that the king wanted to see him willingly. A lowly servant girl was sent to his bedroom that morning holding a note.

 

“What might this be?” The third son smiled kindly at the women who dared not twitch or curl her lips. “A message from the king.” She quickly knelled after handing the letter to Aeschylus.

 

“From father?” He said with great surprise. His expression showed that he was slightly happy. However, he furrowed his brow. Becoming seemingly more concerned.

 

“Aye.” The girl nodded still kneeling. Aeschylus quickly opened the letter.

 

Dear Aeschylus,

 

You are the most unworthy son. For many years you showed no talent. You act as if you had the brains of a peasant. However, I have a request so that you can redeem yourself as a worthy son. You must go with your brothers to hunt down a witch called Nolvela. Don’t trust your eyes during your journey. She’s a women of many appearances such like the devil. This women’s existence is a threat to our kingdom. So, my slow son, I have to put it upon you and your brothers to destroy that demon. Visit me in the thorn room before sun set. Hopefully you was able to understand this letter.

 

He nodded to himself and glanced over at the servant. “You may leave.” He said smiling.

 

“Wait sir…” She quickly replied nervously. Her petite body trembled as she reached slowly into her thin pocket.

 

“Hmm?” He reopened his eyes watching her carefully.

 

 “I want you to take this…” She handed him a coin made from pure gold. It didn’t take him long to notice that both sides of the coin were the same. He glance at her. Wondering slightly how she obtained such a coin. Though, he did not bother to ask.

 

“What is this for?” Aeschylus said smiling at her softly.

 

“It will help you….I’m sure of it.” She bowed and quickly ran from the room.

 

 He stared at the coin puzzled. “Well, it’s pretty interesting…” He slipped the coin inside his right pocket and closed his eyes. “A witch….maybe she can grant wishes.” The thought of him being special in the eyes of his father made him confident. Making him feel like he can finally be seen as a equal.

 

 “Witches don’t grant wishes you idiot. They cast horrid spells on people.” The second son stood at his door smiling like a fool. “Of course you wouldn’t know that.”

 

 Aeschylus opened his eyes slowly, revealing his usual gentle gaze. “Aye, I wouldn’t. Can this witch change people? Make them…gifted?” Aeschylus asked without second thought.

 

 “Don’t think about it! Witches are the devil b*****s. They draw from his power to cast evil on people. Asking a witch for a favor is like selling your soul. Don’t think about it ridiculous brother.” Adrastos frowned. “I don’t think even a witch will bother with such a squalid human like you brother.”

 

“I see, indeed she wouldn’t.” He said smiling at Adrastos.

Author's Note

I need help with the dialogue to make it sound more...aurthy. lol. Grammar check if you like. I don't mind.

Reviews

[Hayame]

Your story is great so far. I'm trying to remember what it reminds me of but the only thing that comes to mind is "Beedle the Bard" (You know, by JK Rowling.) Although... Beedle the Bard's demographic was children. I suppose that your story could be considered young adult too..

But I digress, I hope that you continue writing this story. Some of the grammar is a little bit off but it's nothing that couldn't be fixed in a matter of minutes.

[Mekin]

I guess I'll study some more old literature.

[Shannon]

THis was really good for your kind of intrests. But help with the dialouge may help!