The threat of Fialma wasn't over....





Silence of the Shadows





My mother was a power hungry woman. After her exile from her native country, she planned. She planned for the day she could take the throne. After my uncle's- ah alteration, my mother, Fialma, married. My father was a low class Baron, but he had the courage and ambition to rise above what his station required. His ability to be a self righteous courtier, while maintaining an expansive group of friends intrigued my mother. She wanted that ability, though she was too cruel and power-hungry to realize that she would end up married to him. Not that it was bad for her.

I was the reason they married. Being with child forced her into marrige, and it has done great things for her. First, she has someone who can effectivly keep her from making mistakes while training me, her dearest little daughter, to steal the crown for which she suffered.

I was the best person in court with the sword, though, from my tiny frame no one could tell it. My hair was black and worn long, as the fashion was. My complexion was pale, and I couldn't spend long in the sun without blistering, so my face remained pale, and my ice blue eyes were perfectly trained to cover my feelings. I was the perfect court child on the surface, but below... I was a miniature Fialma, only coolly controlled, and beautifully elegant. My purpose was clear: Destroy and Conquer.

Love was a word used often in court, but I knew it had no meaning. Lust for power, and the race for status dominated my life. I could lie to anyone, and convince them of anything. I convinced my servant that his parents weren't his parents and that his sister was his only friend in the entire world, except me, of course.

Finally, all my training was complete. I could kill, laugh, and cry, without qualms. My mission was to win my way into court and kill the King and Queen. It was to be simple in comparison to things I had faced.

My name was Kyre. My world was false, and the games I played were falser, if that was indeed possible. I was cool. I was confident. I would not falter.





From the author:

I know this is not too good, but I promise to explain more fully about my intentions about my story in the future chapters. If indeed I finish this.

-Myrddin Emrys