A small figure paced the long luxuries hallways that housed the elites of league of assassins. The small figure quietly made its way down to the main chamber room that usually was occupied by Ra's al ghul, who was the figures grandfather. The figure wanted to go a peek to see what his grandfather was up to since all of his lessons were cancelled on his orders. He was meant to be taken to one of the safe rooms until further notice, but he managed to have slipped away from his guards and make his way down the empty hallways.
He got to the to the doors that lead to the main chamber and pulled the door as slowly as he could. Peeking through the slim crack he saw his grandfather's back facing his in the distance. He was worried that he might have been seen, but his grandfather's attention was solely focused on the figure in red that was facing him. The figure was shorter than his grandfather, and it wore bright red and black, but with yellow cape that seemed to flow like water. They were talking and i could barely hear them , but they were arguing.
No one dared argue with his grandfather, well other than his own mother, but to see someone fighting his grandfather was something to balk at. The older boy was indeed fighting him, and they were getting more vocal as they went. Taking a step back, i could see that grandfather was reaching for the sword he had at his hip. The fight was about to end and grandfather would walk away covered in the insolents boys blood. Nothing that wasn't unusual. Anyone that dared to defy grandfather always wound up dead, or at least nocking of on death's door.
I wasn't about to turn away from the scene, already figuring that it would be the same as always when grandfather struck down on his opponent, but instead of the usual scream of pain that came with grandfathers attacks, it was met with the sound of steel meeting steel. I quickly turned back and saw that the boy was fending off grandfathers attacks. He was able to match grandfathers strength!
I peeked a bit more and saw that he was saying something else to grandfather that cause him to growl a bit and then parry his attack. Grandfather jumped back, but he was attacking again almost instantly. The boy though, he was meeting all of his attacks and even delivering some of his own. He was fighting grandfather as a equal. Something i've only heard about through the hushed whispers of the servants. It was amazing. This boy was fighting the most dangerous man alive and he could actually beat him! How was it even possible?
A rush of excitement and dread came through the young boy. He wanted to see more, but he didn't want to risk being caught, so he settled for watching this young boy fight his grandfather through the crack in the door.
His grandfather gave one last perry and when it was blocked again, he leaped back. He spoke to the boy in a tone that he often praised him in. usually he would have been angry with it, but he felt that it was right to speak to the boy that had managed to outdo his grandfather. He, himself, wanted to meet with the boy to tell him how impressed he was. He wanted to tell him, how amazed that he even existed.
The two fighters exchanged a few words, before the boy raised his staff up and proclaimed that he had won the fight already. It was the only words he was able to hear through the whole violent exchanged, but the words resonated in him. This boy had the gall to say he had bested his grandfather.
That wasn't possible, but the way he was so confident, it gave the boy some hope. Hope to go against what he was taught. He could go against what his family had told him. Everything he didn't like, maybe he could do something else. He could go against his grandfather too. He could do what he wanted. He could live a life his grandfather didn't want for him. He could live his own life.
The boy was so enraptured with the other boy. He needed to learn who he was.
His grandfather scoffed at the boy and shielded his sword. He shook his head and turned towards the chambers windows. He said some words and the boy gave him a cocky smirk. Grandfather didn't bother turning to face the boy, but he was only a few inches away from facing me, so i backed away from the door. I wanted to know what happened next, but i needed to get away soon. Grandfather couldn't know that i had seen that. He would be angry with him.
The boy backed away from the door, leaving the fate of the boy in red and yellow unknown for now, but he had a sneaking suspicion that he'd be seeing him again, but for now, he'd need to stay complacent. For now atleast.
The boy made his way back to the bunker that his tutors were hiding in and merged back into the crowd. His presence not even noticed. When the all clear was given, his tutor finally noticed him again and instructed him that they would be ending the lesson for the day. Which he was grateful for. He didn't feel like faking interest in his lessons when his mind was still being occupied with the thought of the boy in red and yellow. And the thought that maybe he could go against his grandfather's plans for him.