Prologue

 As the fighting raged on I stood ready for battle. The cries of my falling comrades rang through

my ears as I stood by my king’s throne. “It won’t be long before they breach the throne room.

Your soul purpose is to make sure those scum bags don’t go any where near the king,

understood?” I yelled to my men who were clad in their battle armor, I looked at their faces.

Some prayed others stood silently mentally preparing for the battle ahead. The king was the

only thing that mattered to me; I was his guardian, the strongest person in his royal fleet. The

king sat silently in his throne staring at his men, he turned to me and smiled, the edge of his

eyes wrinkled. “You know I can fend for my self” he said, his voice was hoarse from his old age.

I nodded “we are only concerned for your well being my lord” I said in a strict tone, he chuckled

and shook his head. I yearned to be out side fighting along side my comrades defending the

castle. But my duty is to fend for the king’s life with my own. There was a large bang on the

throne rooms doors, every one froze and the king became silent, his face darkening. “Barricade

the doors, don’t let them in here!” I yelled as the grown men before me scrambled to block the

entrance. I felt chained to the king’s side, unable to fight with my men and possibly keep some

of them alive.  The king was on his feet now; he turned to me and nodded, my heart clenched.

“Go fight, I’ll be right behind you” the king said this as a command, I couldn’t disobey. I nodded

and turned to face the doors of the throne room, my eyes were clouded as the doors to the

room burst open and the men from the apposing army charged into the room. The sound of

clinging swords and the cries of fallen solders filled my ears as I charged into battle. My armor

quickly became bloodstained as I dueled with one of the intruders, he was good but I was

much better. My sword quickly found its way into the mans stomach, I twisted my wrist making

the sword spiral and guaranteeing the mans death.  I turned to the next man that I saw taking

him down easily. The king’s army was dwindling down to its last few men I had to think quickly

before we lost the battle. “Nevaeh, my dearest sister it has been to long!” the yelling came

from the throne, ‘not good damn it!’ I thought as I turned to face the one person who could

match my talent. His black bangs lay askew across his eyes; his dark brown eyes mirrored

mine. “Well dear sister aren’t you going to give me a hug?” I glared at him, my brother Drew.

Time stopped around me and everyone else, nobody moved and the tension between my

brother and I grew. “So you’re the traitor” I said coldly, standing up I whipped my blade with

my tunic.  I lifted my sword and pointed it at my brother. “You don’t disserve to live brother” I

said coldly, Drew looked hurt. “Ouch that hurt sis, you shouldn’t say something like that” he

said with mock hurt. “You are no longer worth calling my brother, in my eyes you are just

scum!” I yelled with a sneer. Drew’s expression flattened and he pulled out his sword “look

dear sister you know why I’m here” the corner of his mouth pulled up in a cocky grin. I looked at

where the king lay on the ground, injured. With out another word the race was started, my

brother and I raced to reach the king. Jumping over bodies, blood and swords we ran as fast

as we could. ‘All most there!’ I thought, some ones hand wrapped around my ankle. I landed

with a loud thud and clatter of metal, my eyes widened as Drew moved closer to the king.

Giving the offending hand a cut with my sword I jumped to my feet and tried to make the

difference in distance up before it was too late. “NO!” I yelled, as Drew’s blade extended

closing the gap between him and the king. Silence feel as every one in the room watched as

my brother, Drew, killed the king. I continued to run to the king or what was left of him, Drew

stood there looking at me, amused. “You monster!” I yelled swinging my sword, Drew laughed

menacingly. He charged at me with his sword at the ready, “you’re ready to die so soon

Nevaeh? It’s a shame I was hoping to rule the kingdom with you” he said mockingly. The gap

between us closed and our blades clanked as they hit, I concentrated my energy into my

blade, I could see Drew doing the same. My blade began to glow a mossy green color, Drew’s

sword began to glow a blood red, our blades collided again and again as we danced around

the room, the green and red steadily growing brighter. “Die!” I yelled giving my blade a final

push. I heard Drew gasp and cough, his sword clattered to the ground. “Good bye sister” was

all he said before I instinctively twisted my wrist. I pulled my sword out of Drew and looked

around, every one around me stood completely still. Glancing around at them I realized

something, I was scaring them ‘good’ I thought. Running as fast as I could I used my sword to

kill every last intruder, they tried to run but it didn’t take long for me to catch up to them and

drive my blade into their bodies. ‘Their all gone’ I thought as I looked around the now blood

stained throne room. I slowly walked back over to where the king was, my vision was blurred

as I cried over his dead body. ‘It was my responsibility to protect the king’ I thought bitterly

‘and I failed!’ I brought my sword’s point to my chest, and ended my life where I stood.