Crazy: Finally something kinda interesting is happening, the first part was so boring!

Evil: You're the one that told me to write all that stuff!

Crazy: Oh…Yeah….

Evil: A character actually does something!

Chapter 2: Tynan hates flying

Tynan stared out the window of their transport while subconsciously leaning his back against his older brother for comfort. Though he would never admit it, he was scared. He hated flying, even in the arms of Koriand'r his second best friend in all the worlds. Tynan looked up to see his brother smiling broadly; it took some getting used to. He wasn't frowning like usual or even smiling faintly, but blatantly smiling which could only mean that they were getting very close to Koriand'r. It was one of the side effects of their bond, Tynan knew, that they would become more alike when they were near each other. Still it was always strange to see the happy and enthusiastic traits of Koriand'r come over his always somber brother. He smiled to himself and looked away so that Devlin would not realize that he was 'smiling like an idiot' like he often teased Koriand'r about.

He could see the massive castle like fortress as they approached, and people gathering to greet them. There was no question that they were from off world, as a native Tamaranian would not be caught dead on such a vessel for atmosphere travel. Tynan began to bounce in his seat, forgetting himself in his excitement he was midair when Devlin slipped his strong arm around his waist and pulled him up as he stood. Devlin walked down the isle with Tynan dangling happily from one arm.

"You know how Koriand'r always takes you flying?" Devlin asked, Tynan shivered a little, both from the thought of flying and also the sense of excitement that he was getting from his mental connection to Devlin. Devlin never got excited over nothing.

"Yes" Tynan tried to answer bravely, though the word squeaked in his throat. Devlin's smile deepened, never a good sign.

"You know how Koriand'r loves surprises, don't you?"

Tynan didn't trust his voice, he nodded. That was it, Devlin was up to something and it was big. Devlin walked up to the hatch at the side, and opened a compartment near the door. It held what looked like a thick silver plate with two shoulder straps coming out of it. Tynan shivered at the sight, this was bad, really, really bad. Devlin looked down at Tynan, his smile was his own again and full of mischief. Tynan found himself smiling back. Devlin shrugged into the straps and held Tynan to his chest with both arms and hit the emergency open pad on the floor with his foot. Looking out over the Fortress, Tynan squished himself against Devlin, but found that he wasn't afraid anymore. He was with his brother, the great warrior, the master planner, and eternal dare devil. There was nothing to worry about. Tynan smirked, eyes wide as Devlin leaned out of the transport and into the open air. This was going to be fun!

It should be said that the Northern Kingdom's fortress was very tall. Tynan had never seen such a massive building, especially one of stone, and it was divided into several staggered levels, the uppermost one was crowed with people, it looked like if even one more person was there, someone would have to be shoved off the side to make room.

Too bad Karras isn't near the side

Tynan giggled at Devlin's thoughts. Something occurred to his young and trusting, but increasingly concerned mind, Devlin…where are we going to land?

Devlin's left eyebrow twitched slightly, the rest of his face remaining stoic. That was a bad sign. Tynan grabbed his brother's arms tighter, and wide eyed watched as they swooped over the crowded tier, dodging and switching back skimming above the upturned heads on the silver glider wings.

Devlin flipped one last time before landing in a deep crouch on the outermost wall. Sensing the eyes around him, he slowly rose to a posture suiting his status. Tynan stood at his side casting a lesser but similar figure in the light. Stepping down to the crowd's level Devlin, followed by Tynan, slid the glider off of his shoulders letting the long deep green cape settle just above the level of his feet. The cape changed in the light from midnight black to a deep forest green in contrast with his features. The pressed horde somehow managed to part before the young princes as they approached the royal household.

Devlin and Tynan strode respectfully up to Luand'r and Myand'r and bowed in acknowledgement of the reigning King and Queen. Having paid the necessary respects, Tynan ran to Koriand'r and jumped up and down in front of her,

"I flew! Devlin and I flew, and we went so fast that I couldn't hear, but I wasn't scared because I'm brave like Devlin, and so I'm not afraid to fly, but I still don't like ships but if I ever start to fly like mommy, I mean Majidah, than I won't be afraid but I still won't fly as fast as you because I'm too young." Tynan breathed and Devlin took this opportunity to approach smiling slightly at Koriand'r.

"Transports are overrated." He said solemnly. Koriand'r couldn't help but smile warmly at the two, but still didn't want to miss an opportunity to tease him,

"You're still jealous. That's OK. It's hard to fly PROPERLY." She looked innocently up at him with the childish eyes something that always grated on him. That, with the fact that she was reminding him that he had never inherited the ability of flight from his mother, served to further annoy him. It was amazing that Devlin managed to pull off a small, polite smile,

"Huh, with all due respect (nodding to the rest of the royal family) I think technology has gone beyond that…ability. Now when there are machines that can teleport people: that will be something. I mean, really, any idiot with a bed sheet can fly. " Devlin said thoughtfully, rubbing in once again that he had learned to teleport himself practically from birth. It was a natural ability for all Daliborians to be able to instantly teleport themselves from one point to another with only their eyes and minds directing them, though the ability often gained strength and range with age and training. Devlin was considered a natural, having disappeared from his crib before he was able to walk. His telepathy had also come early, even for the Raj family.

"Apparently," a voice cut the din. Devlin's wry smile vanished as he saw Karras approach from his right and put an arm purposely around young Koriand'r's waist. Though Devlin managed to keep his face neutral, Tynan openly scowled at Karras, which looked strange on such and young and innocent face. Smiling but not able to keep the maliciousness off of his face entirely, Karras nodded slightly, only as much as necessary in such a crowd to show respect for another crowned prince, they were all aware of the eyes pressing around

"My close friend Devlin Raj!" Karras smiled what passed for friendly from him.

"And the youngest addition to the mighty Raj house, little Tynan." He couldn't help the sarcasm that dripped into his voice. Tynan squirmed under Karras' gaze, slinking behind Devlin who did not take his deep purple eyes from Karras' green ones.

Devlin nodded slightly. Koriand'r forced herself to frown instead of smile at the slight. Karras didn't miss a beat, and continued as if Devlin had answered.

"Devlin, always such a delight. Sorry I haven't kept in touch. I've been terribly busy keeping up with my training and…personal things." Karras tightened his grip around Koriand'r and gestured to the silver glider still in Devlin's hand, "You must be so happy to have a younger brother to play toys with you. I'm sure it's much more fun than all the training I've been doing. Sometimes I think I'm giving up the best years of my life all for sake of ruling my kingdom. But… it is my duty as crowned prince after all." Karras sneered. Devlin briefly glanced at Koriand'r for permission, but ignored her troubled frowning eyes and continued anyway:

"You haven't changed at all. I've been hearing about you from all over. But then, everyone who mentions you seems to want to kill you." Devlin shrugged, "Strange, don't you think?" Tynan grew braver as this conversation continued and now stood supportively at his brother's side, nodding enthusiastically.

Koriand'r spared a small smile at Tynan, before turning slowly toward Karras and fondly gazing at him,

"My prince, is it time to get ready for dinner?" She asked. She playfully tugged him after her, trying to ignore the glare that seethed on Devlin's face and the confusion and disappointment all over Tynan's.

"You played your part very well." Karras said once they were in their private adjoining quarters. "One would almost think you were in love with me."

"Yeah, one would." Koriand'r said with a bitter smile.