Disclaimer: No characters except Katei, and the people killed are mine... blah blah you know all that stuff...

Author's Note: Thanks to all who reviewed last time, and I had said (or thought) that if I got six reviews, I'd write a sequal, so I did (to put it bluntly). Oh and statistics told me I got more hits on the story than just the reviews I got, what I'm trying to say is-- if you read the story, please review, even if you don't like the story; review and tell me you hate it, please.

Section 1: Four Dead and Katei Becomes Known

Katei crept up to the house,unheard thanks to his Yamani training. Over come with rage, he had decided that if Prince Roald was to die, so was anyone linked or acquainted with him. Normally this would seem irrational of him, but when someone's mind is clouded with anger, they can't think straight.

He knew that inside this house was a family of four, the two parents and two boys. He had been told by a bartender of a village near-by that they had been a great help to the royal family during the Immortals War, and therefore, had to die.

Katei slipped through the open door and looked around the diminutive entance hall. Besides a sleeping guard, the hall was deserted. His trained mind was thinking a mile a minute; how was he going to do this? This was quite a small fief and there wasn't many places that he would need to look to find the noble family. As he walked silently out of the hall, he took a left to find three doors facing him. One, was obviously a broom closet and the second to the left was a open door and he could see the kitchen from outside. The third must've been some sewing room or a maid's quarters.

So he retraced his steps and turned right, coming to two doors that were framed in gold and silver. Now all he had to do was decide to kill the parents, or the children first. Concluding that the children would make some noise, he risked killing the parents first. Katei slid the door open (I don't suppose they had sliding doors in Tortall?) and sauntered in. On a bed surrounded by translucent curtains lay a large, gruff looking man with an extremly shaggy beard and next to him was a petite woman with long black hair.. Katei paused for a moment, thoughts of doubt flickering through his mind. But the moment passed as soon as it had come and he approached.

'Better make it as silent as possible.' he thought and unsheathed his long, blunt (nothin' worse than being killed by a blunt knife; ouch.) boot-knife. Suddenly he was at the left of the bed, towering over the man with his knife poised in the traditional manner. He brought it down and swiftly cut into the man's throat. The white linen bedsheets soon grew soaked red from the blood. Grinning, slightly deranged, Katei moved over to the wife.

Deciding to be a little bit more creative this time, Katei cut the woman's chest open (not exactly creative, but oh well). Nodding his head, satisfied, Katei moved out of the room and advanced to the children's.

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King Jonathon the IV of Conte' drank his wine heartily and continued to chat with his company. He, Sir Gareth of Naxen (the younger), and a group of knights were in the council room. They were supposed to be debating on which treaty would be best signed for the good of Tortall (there's several to choose from) but they had nothing to worry about and plenty of time. He was about to retort to Gary when a messanger burst into the room, seemingly out of breath.

"Sire... very bad... news! Here... read." and the man thrust a piece of parchment into the King's hands. Curious, the King unfolded it.

It read:

Dear King Jonathon,

I am mad. And guess who it is that I am mad at? No, not you, how selfish of you to think so though! It is your dear son, Prince Roald. I am mad, and you are soon to be sad. Beware, for you, your wife, and children will be dead, and any other people you know or care about.. I swear by Mithros that I will get my revenge.

Cheers and happy holidays,

Katei the Yamani

Jonathon swallowed hard and passed the note around the table. No sooner had everyone read it when a guard ran into the room.

"Sire, the Morigans have been killed. Both sons and the parents." was the news. Jonathon got up and started pacing the room, "The Morigans helped ward off a large pack of hurroks during the Immortals War didn't they?"

'Beware, for you, your wife, and children will be dead, and any other people you know or care about.' Gary quoted from the letter.

Jonathon cursed and looked at the guard, "Alert all the knights that are out of Corus to get here. This man is psychotic and will probably go after all of them. And make sure that Roald and his knightmaster get back here A.S.A.P! We have to stop this man."

The guard hesitated, "Sire, there was another note beside the murdered Morigan's childrens' beds. Here."

The note was short, simple, deadly all the same:

Four are dead and I remain to get closer. Next ones to go are in Fief called Mindelan.

Jonathon stared at the note and snapped, "Get everyone out of Mindelan, NOW! He is not going to kill them." The guard nodded and ran off. Jonathon looked out the window and spoke the unspoken prayer, "Goddess help us."

Author's note: Jonny's not happy, too bad! I hope the font on Katei's letters were okay to read, but if not I'll tell you basically what they're saying: Katei's mad, Katei's a lunatic, oh and he is now out to get half the population in Tortall, but still mainly Prince Roald. To Saphron: I like the dull ax idea! Thanks!