Chapter Two – Here on Earth

Jonathan of Conté got out of bed, his body complaining about him doing so. He went to his bathroom and went to the sink, where he splashed water on his face, then ran his hands through his jet-black hair. Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw that he looked like he had been forced through hell. His eyes were sunken with huge black bags underneath them, sinking into his face, which was as pale as flour. His lips were red, but they looked bad, like the rest of him. He knew he hadn't taken care of himself, but he didn't care. It had been three weeks now. Three weeks since Roger had killed his beloved Alanna. Killed her. Just like that his cousin had taken the joy of his life, leaving Jonathan cold and empty. It wasn't fair! Why did Alanna have to die?

'Because Roger cheated.' A voice in his head told him, and he knew it was true. Roger had used magic, which had made it harder for Alanna, if Roger hadn't used magic Alanna wouldn't have―

Jon hit the wall, with such strength that his fist began to bleed. He was so angry, with Roger that he couldn't look at the other man without feeling the urge to kill Roger, to reach over and rip his throat out. Which is why Jon resorted to avoiding Roger, by staying in his room. But today he was leaving his room. He was going to the Dancing Dove to see George, whom he hadn't seen since Alanna's death.

Jon began to clean his knuckles, when a knock at the door made him jump.

"Jon, it's us." The familiar voice of Sir Gareth, or Gary to his friends called out.

"Yeah, let us in." Raoul added.

Jon grinned slightly and opened his door, allowing his friends to enter.

"How are you?" Gary asked.

"Why do you ask?" Raoul asked. "It's obvious that he feels like hell, coz he looks like it."

"Thanks Raoul." Jon said to his friend, almost smiling.

"Your welcome." Raoul said grinning.

"So, what are you planning to do today?" Gary asked. "Because we will not let you stay in your room today."

"I was going to go see George." Jon said.

"Well, we'll come with you." Raoul said.

"Thanks."

The three of them went out to saddle their horses and rode into the city to the Dancing Dove.

"Hello Johnny, 'ere to see the rouge?" Solom greeted.

Jon nodded, and Solom led Jon, Gary and Raoul through the bar, which wasn't so crowded because it's day, and took them to George.

"Hello." George said, and Jon knew that he had suffered as badly as Jon had.

"Hello George." Jon said, his voice full of sympathy for the man.

"Hello." Both Gary and Raoul mumbled, unable to come up with something else.

"How 'ave you been?" George asked, his breath smelling like brandy, despite the early hours of the morning.

"I..." Jon faltered.

"What am I saying?" George said. "Course ya aint. Ye suffering like me."

Jon nodded sadly.

"Oh why." George mumbled. "All because of an evil bastard."

"We will make him pay." Jon said, his teeth gritted. "I will make him pay."

George nodded agreeably.

"And I need your help to do so."

George looked up suddenly, as did Gary and Raoul.

"Together, we can avenge her death." Jon said, finally revealing his plans to them.

"What do I do?" George asked, his eyes full of hope.

Wadda you think? I will also appreciate any ideas for future chapters.