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Chapter one; Complete destruction

'BOOM '

'CRASH'

"Take that you crazy old hag"

'THUD'

'AaaahhhhhHHHHHHH'

You might be forgiven for thinking this was a war, deep in a brutal battle, but no. This was a typical weekday morning in the house of the imperial horse keeper. Rolling over in my warm bed, I sighed, would it be too much to ask to not be woken up at dawn every day? Probably. I opened my weary eyes and scanned the room, light was flooding through the green curtains and the other three beds were empty apart from crumpled sheets. I slid out of my bed and padded across the rough wood floor to the door, opened it and descended the stairs.

What I found at the bottom of the stairs was nothing short of a disaster zone. Paper, shards of glass and unrecognisable items littered the floor. The back door was hanging off its hinges and the table was missing a leg. My younger brother Arthur was hitting my older brother Jaren with said missing table leg. Two-year-old terror twins Fern and Gwen were currently dangling the cat out the window. My parents were who knows were and 15 year old Freya stood next to me surveying the damage with an amused expression. "What was it this time?" I sighed. Freya grimaced "Last apple." I nodded seriously "understandable"

I picked my way across the battlefield to my brothers. Quickly grabbing the table leg to prevent further injury to Jaren who was currently curled up in a foetal position on the floor, I looked at Arthur who was staring up at me with innocent blue eyes "Don't even try it!" I hissed, "Go up stairs now!" he didn't need telling twice and scampered up the stairs. Turning to my brother on the floor I sighed "Jaren, you just got beaten up by an eight year old." He picked himself up gingerly of the floor and went to sit at the table "I let him do it" he grumbled. "Sure" I replied sarcastically.

Now time to tackle the twins, I grimaced. I walked cautiously towards the window were the cat was yowling in protest at being hung so ungracefully out in the chilly may air. "Fern, Gwen" I said softly "can you let the kitty go." They turned to me and blinked there brown eyes at the same time, then fern let out the only word they knew how to say "no." I sighed and resorted to bribery "I'll give you some cake" I said pleadingly. The twins jumped out of the window sill, the cat instantly forgotten as it yowled in protest at being unceremoniously dropped onto the grass outside (Sir Cabal is the snootiest cat I know). With the twins trailing behind me, I walked into the pantry and got them both a slice of my mother's famous (well, nearly) chocolate cake.

Back in the kitchen I went and yanked my brother up "come on, we need to sort out this mess before mama and papa get home" whilst my brother fixed the table and the door and sung an awful love ballad in high pitched voice I grabbed the broom from the corner and started sweeping the remains of the battle of the floor. Freya strolled into the kitchen clad in a blue dress with her beautiful blonde hair plated to one side. "Need any help" she grinned. "Please, save me from Jaren's warbling" I pleaded, she giggled and started to tidy.

I was just scrubbing the last of the bloodstains of the kitchen floor when my parents walking in their faces grim. "It was all Jaren I swear!" I burbled desperately. "Thanks Roan" grumbled Jaren. "Now, children" my father warned in his deep rumbling tone. I huffed; I was not a child, I was seventeen for merlins sake! "Roan" my mother warned "sorry" I mumbled. My father took a deep breath and began talking "the king is dead, the Fens have invaded"

Ooh, Exciting! Tell me what you think in a review, I've written a few chapters already. Should I continue after this. Also sory about any grammatical errors you might find, I'm frankly rubbish in that area. Ah well.

Chloe :)