Tirius watched the procession move slowly across the main street of Penerith. They would be headed for the city square where the funeral would occur. Burial was not the tradition of the Revans. They believed that to be truly be united with the gods then the earthly body would have to be destroyed, no trace of the sinful world should remain. The pyre where his father was to be burned was in the town square and the cremation would occur right after the funeral, Tirius had erected the pyre himself. He could not bring himself to participate in the funeral either so he was going to watch from a distance. The train of people halted at the city square where the pyre was prepared. The bearers placed the body of Tirius's father onto the chest high stack of wood. Then the priest came forward and began to speak. Tirius could not hear what he was saying, his eyes were glued to his father. Laying there, about to be burned to ashes. It was odd though, Tirius's father seemed at peace. More so than Tirius had ever seen him before.

The priest then ceased his speech. Then Efran emerged from the crowd carrying a jug. Tirius knew that the jug would be filled with oil, to aid the pyre in going up in flames. Efran poured the oil all over the body and the pyre, then moved back to rejoin the crowd. Then Tirius's mother stepped forward, she was carrying a lit torch in her hands. It was time, she lowered the torch onto the oil soaked wood. It caught flame instantly and Tirius watched the flames spread to the body of his father. As the flames ravaged the body of his father Tirius took a solemn oath. 'The last time that I see the face of Lord Thaller, it will be on the head of a pike'. Tirius then made a decision, he knew what he had to do now to restore his family's honor, he would have to leave Penerith behind to seek his revenge.

It was nearly dark and navigating the numerous winding streets of Penerith would be nearly impossible for any traveler new to the city. Not for Tirius, he had been born and raised in the city. He knew every street, every ally and every turn. Tirius was headed for the citadel, once there he would be headed for his father's quarters, he had something he needed to retrieve.

Tirius entered the citidel, his father's quarters were just to the left of the throne of House Revan. He paused at the throne, the last rays of the sun beamed through a gigantic window directly behind the throne. It was carved from the first tree that the Revans cleared to build the city. Its bark was as black as the starless night. It was adorned with furs from dozens of different animals, some Tirius recognized and others he did not. He remembered his father sitting in that throne, meeting with representatives from other houses, Tirius shook the memories from his mind and focused on the task at hand. He turned left at the throne and went through a small door. He then proceeded up a flight of stairs and he was in the royal quarter area. A large room with several doors spaced around the perimeter. His father's quarters were on the far side of the room and he entered. Inside it was just like it had always been. Everything was organized and it looked neat. Tirius's father always hated having to search for things.

It was not long before Tirius emerged with what he was looking for, it was his father's old long sword. The pommel was in the shape of the Revan family symbol. The hilt was wrapped in faded red leather and the guards were in the shape of a dragons spread wings. The blade was 47 inches of tempered steel. Tirius felt the blade and remembered his father, on his knees gasping for breath as his life blood poured from his throat. He remembered being powerless to do anything, he remembered Talia. He remembered her screaming as they dragged her from the hall. He would not delay any longer. He took off this time sprinting down the stairs, through the throne room, down the citadel stairs, he could not stop running. He sped down the main street of Penerith, past the pyre that was smoldering now. He was approaching the main gate, the only way in and out of Penerith. Tirius paused, the sun was almost beneath the horizon now and most of the city was plunged into darkness. He came to the front gate. It was closed, as it always was when night fell. That hadn't stopped Tirius before. He could not remember how many times he would sneak out at night and climb down the wall. The only problem that he had ever encountered were the guards. It didn't matter who you were, if you were caught on the wall during the night you were arrested. Tirius could make out the shadows of the sentry's that were stationed for the Nights Patrol. Then Tirius jumped as he heard a voice behind him.

"Where do you think you are going?" It was Efran, Tirius cursed himself for not making sure that he was being followed.

"I will not let our father's death not go avenged." Tirius replied

"I know you are upset but we need to stick together." Efran said as he slowly approached Tirius.

"Upset? Upset! No I am not upset, I am crushed, our beloved father is dead and you say that we do nothing!" Tirius said, he was nearly shouting.

"You need to stay here, if you go after Lord Thaller then you will be killed and you will have thrown your life away." Efran replied calmly

"And what of Talia, is she not your sister as well. In case you have not noticed, they have taken her from us! Do you not want her back." Tirius said

"Tirius, as your brother I beg you, do not throw your life away so rashly." Efran pleaded.

"I would rather risk my life trying to reclaim my family's honor than hide behind your stone walls. Goodbye brother." Tirius said, turned and began up the steps to the top of the wall.

"Until we meet again in the next life, strength and honor, brother." Efran said, even though he knew Tirius could not hear him.

Tirius reached the top of the wall and ducked back down the stairs as a gaurd began to turn towards him. He waited and could hear the footsteps pass by as he laid as flat as he could on the stairs. He peeked up again and seeing that no one else was looking he tiptoed up the rest of the stiars, across the wall and swung himself over the other side. He had reached the ground before anyone looked where he had been again. Lord Thaller was going to pay for provoking House Revan. This thought repeated in Tirius's mind as he left the shadow of Penerith's walls and made for the castle of House Thaller.

*And that is chapter 2 of The Revan Fued. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I am going to try to update weekly now that I am back in school. As always I encourage you to write a review and tell me how I did. Constructive critisism is what makes people get better so whatever you have to say, I encourage you to tell me. Thanks for reading and Chapter 3 will be up sometime next week. ;)

Note: I will be switching in between the lives of Tirius and his quest for revenge and Efran and the immense political pressure that he faces from the Thaller's. Efran will be the subject of the next chapter. Hope everyone enjoyed chapter 2