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The sun crawled away from the sky line the moon taking its place in the sky, but even so the training of the Kingdom of Dalton's warriors went on as they trained into the night. Every man not of royal or lordship decent when they come of age at 13 would train at one of the many training camps in the Kingdom of Dalton, Missions to the best warriors would be given to those 16 and older, most men die or are captured on these missions because so little men are sent. If no mission is ever given to a boy by the time he becomes 18 he must serve 10 years in the royal army or other such jobs that he may be qualified for but most men were sent to the Black Bird guard to serve the royal family till death if health is willing.

Troop 4 was leaving the river bed where they took a small break from training and headed towards the clearing to train in hand to hand combat and fighting maneuvers till the end of their day at mid-night where then they could rest and prepare for dawn when training would start there training again.

General Smythe was resting in his tent a goblet of wine in one hand in the other the names of his troops. news from a spy in the Kingdom of McKinley is their king has died without an heir to the throne. The choice of the new royal family was between Lord Hummel and Lady Sylvester, Burt Hummel was chosen over her ladyship because of the rumors she was involved in the king's death and the wise men of McKinley believe Lord Hummel's son would be safety net if anything was to happen to the new King.

This news was good for the chance of confusion of the enemy was at hand, and the Dalton flag would be flown.

General Smythe beckoned over a servant boy who stood outside Smythe's tent holding a jug full of the general's wine. His eye's went to the glass then averting his eyes to the jug and not to the man before him won believed the help to be nothing more than scum on his boots and treated them as such.

As the boy turned around to scurry back to his post the general guaranteed.

"Bring me my son, he is in troop 4 and hurry if you take to long I will assume you are slow enough for target practice." The boy rushed of to find Sebastian Smythe while the general sat back in his chair drinking his newly poured glass of wine.

Sebastian's POV:

I stabbed at my opponent with ease who kneeled over with a grunt of pain. I didn't expect much from him, I learned long ago he was which on a particular boring night. Most of these boys were terrible company but in their eyes they see me the same.

I heard someone clear their throat as a sign that he needed me. I turned around to see who was the disturbance to my fun.

"Yes?" I barked annoyance coughed my voice like frost.

"Your father wishes your audience" the boy answered a slight quiver of fear in his voice.

"Don't be coy you know as well as I he demands my presents he has not wished for something since he was young." I snapped, I hated my father and those who did his bidding for him.

"Please hurry" was the boys simple response, fear glazed his eyes.

What have I done now? I haven't injured or assaulted anyone… out of practice. I have been less public with my parting ways and my nightly visits from "friends" have been less recent. I been a adequate son not for him of course… Never mind that. Maybe if I'm lucky his face may turn purple for it has done every shade of red. The picture of my father kneeed over from anger brought a wicked smile to my face. I walked into my father's tent, his face was surprising, he wore a neutral expression very little to no color in his face.

"I have assigned you to a mission, an assassination of Prince Hummel. It will take time because we not only need him dead but information. I have everything setup, you just need to chose another warrior to accompany you, preferably one with stills instead of on of your party friends." he addressed still holding his cool manner.

"I know exactly who I want to accompany me." I answered trying to hide my excitement. This was an important mission and very unlike my father to assign it to someone in the likes of me.

"I hope it is not one of your… gentlemen callers.'' The disapproval of even the thought of it coughed his words.

"No he is not, and my business with such men is none of your concern" I snapped annoyed with the fact of how little he actually thought of me.

"Oh is not is it? You disappoint me at every turn, you get drunk under age to add, run around with boys and skip training. The only reason I'm giving you this mission is so you appear less of a failure of a son or…" He stopped himself before he finished what he was about to say but I knew what he thought what he hoped,

"So that's what it is, I was beginning to think you were blocking me out like every one that may disappoint you, like mom." I finished hoping that my attack was enough to take him down a few pegs; Instead he just grimaced

"You are just like your mother." His icy voice was quiet.

"At least I'm not like you." I finished my voice even and calm hiding any weakness this battle was done.

I turned away to leave but stopped.

"I almost forgot who do you chose to accompany you." His voice in it's natural business tone.

"Blaine. Blaine Anderson Troop 4"

No POV:

The General watched as Sebastian left the tent heading towards his troop. A vein threatened to pop out of his General looked over his list of his men searching for this Blaine Anderson his son asked to accompany him. Blaine's chart read that he was an opposite general's brother and a highly qualified fighter and warrior who showed good leadership skills. This was not the most surprising thing to General Smythe, Blaine never did anything remotely bad that put a blemish on his record. This boy was nothing like the boy his son would chose. The General started to fill out the papers in rolling Blaine in the mission maybe his son was not as much of a selfish idiot as he thought. Tomorrow he would review the men and the plan and make such they are prepared

Blaine looked across the field to notice Sebastian stomping across the field ignoring his sparring partner who had just been yell at for Sebastian's absence. A rumor spread like weeds from troop 7 who was closest to the general's tent about Sebastian getting a dishonorable realize which was better than the usual fashions of "release" in the form of death or exile. Most of the warriors had already brushed it off as hogwash saying that Sebastian has not committed an crime lately worst than his usual antics. Blaine looked over to his sparring partner who was drinking water from his canteen, he nodded to Blaine and grabbed his blunt end sward. Blaine was a great fighter so it was hard to notice how unfocused he was, distracted by his partner Jeremiah a boy from the trading town Gap close to the center of Dalton. Blaine always knew he fancied men but this was his first real crush. Blaine never really thought he could be the boy but still always had feelings for Jeremiah. Drums began to bang faintly around the camp signaling the end of the training day. Blaine was tired and decided that he would try a time where he was less sweaty to talk up Jeremiah. Blaine grabbed his bag and flung it over his shoulder which burned from the usual 18 hour training session and started to walk towards his tent.

"I hope he gives it to you." Sebastian greeted his sly voice startled Blaine who turned towards him in surprise.

"What ever is that" Blaine asked not really interested in Sebastian's flirty attitude.

"A mission." Sebastian claimed he acted as if Blaine would have known what he meant. There had been rumors of an assassination mission, high stakes but high rewards.

"Why? Is it that you wish me glory or death?" Blaine chuckled eyeing Sebastian, unsure of how he hoped something good to happen to someone that was not him.

"I only hope glory for your" Sebastian corrected surprised with Blaine's darker option. He shook it off his usual sly smile parked back on his lips. Sebastian laid his arm around Blaine in a half hug.

"Wouldn't you want such glory?" Blaine asked shrugging of Sebastian's embrace.

"Well don't you need it more? A brother everyone loves and adores, became a General at 17. I just figured you wanted some of the limelight." Sebastian hummed holding Blaine's eyes.

"I am not my brother nor do I need the limelight." Blaine clarified his voice slightly confused but more annoyed at the comparison.

"Goodnight" Blaine added as he climbed into his tent closing the flap after him leaving Sebastian out in the cold dark night to slink back to his tent and grabbed one of the boys still walking to there tent release the mixed emotions of his day on.

Dawn

Blaine was already in the villa where he was fighting a practice dummy with a blunted sword as the other men of troop 4 filtered in all except Sebastian. A small boy ran up to Blaine most likely at the age of 13 handed Blaine a note informing to go to General Smythe's tent immediately. Blaine walked across the camp towards General Smythe's large bright red tent as he walked into the tent noticing General Smythe looking over a large map, his son draped himself over a chair drinking a goblet of wine, and then to the third man in the room a large bear like man around the age of 18.

"General sir, you called for me" Blaine addressed the room, standing straight ready for his orders.

"I'm assigning you to a mission, an assassination… if you can handle it." The General stated not even looking away from his map.

"I can handle it." Blaine answered keeping a strong neutral tone.

"Good let's begin briefing you both on the mission." The general declared matterfactly looking up from his map at Blaine and Sebastian.

Blaine POV:

"This is Karofsky, he is our spy in the Kingdom of McKinley" The General began gesturing to the large man who only grunted hello.

"If I may ask what is our mission exactly" I asked thinking back to the little information I knew about McKinley.

"McKinley has a new king, to our knowledge he will most likely perish soon so we are sending you to go and get information from the kingdom and then to kill the Prince. it is very simple get close get what we need then kill him. Once he is dead we can easily take over their kingdom and McKinley will fly Dalton's colors." The General said blatantly.

"Why not just kill the king? I asked confused with the general's plan, I noticed a picture of the royal family an older balding man stood next to what had to be the prince his face was soft but handsome.

"The King is sick and has better protection, the prince will be king when the king dies which we guess will be in a King in general is much better protected than the prince so we must strike when he is still the prince." The general's voice giving away a sense of annoyance. I hoped my questions would not cause the general to change his mind and kick me out of my only chance to ascend to higher heights, manly I just hoped to be pardoned from becoming a knight and I could move far away from the countryside. My daydream was interrupted by the general,

"You will be accompany my son on this mission and Sir Karofsky will guide you in the doings of the kingdom." The general explained nodding at me.

"If you leave at dusk you should reach the Lima territory borders by Dawn and McKinley at mid-day. I will let you two figure out the details as long as you get the job done." The General finished looking between Sebastian and I.

"Now if he is willing Karofsky can you tell these boys what you know about the prince and the kingdom." The general asked, Karofsky nodded in agreement.

I packed my satchel with the little things I was aloud to have. I thought back to the conversation with the conversation with Karofsky, he said the prince was cold and cruel not like us that's why we should take control. Something was nagging me in the back of my mind though… dough, I shook my head and looked out my tent the sun waving goodbye to today, waving me on to my journey away into the unknown.

How was it? Please review I would love to know what you think, this dose not go along with the time line of glee but there is some aspects brought over. Such I added more detail less. Next chapter will be more Kurt themed more detail on him.