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I welcome you now to the second chapter of this tragic story where two young men were brought up hating each other, and be warned, I am always one for detail. – Jester
Chapter 2- The death of a king
The prince, Jacob, was covered in a cloak, his tan skin was covered in sweat because of the
heat, and the weight of his brothers casket fell solely on his shoulders. Yet, it was worth it, his
brother had been his everything, and now, his brother was dead. Killed mercilessly by a Royal
Cullen, from the Kingdom of Crimson. A single tear slid down his cheek and he was quick to
wipe it away, a smile was on his lips, gently tugging, threatening to show.
He remembered his
brother always had to act like a tough one, always had to act like the one who tried hard,
because Jacob did not let any of his effort show, as heir, it was just not done.
Jacob reached the platform where his brother's casket was to be burned, and a silence fell
across his people. The witch walked up to the casket and began to speak in hushed tones,
allowing only the code of safe passage to be heard by the dead. Finally she turned to everyone
and smiled sadly, "I remember when he was born, a young cub twenty years ago, long ago. It
used to be that fifteen years wasn't that old, in those times when war was nonexistent."
Jacob
drowned out her words, remembering his brothers life, up until his very death. This wasn't where
Jacob wanted to be, he wanted to be tearing out the Cullens throat, the one who dared touch
his brother. If he lived past his fathers rage tonight, that was exactly what he was going to do,
kill every Cullen he could.
Edward was on top of his black horse, it was about five minutes until they reached the Nightfall
kingdom, and then, blood would spill. He looked at his brother Jasper and made some signs,
Jasper signed back and Edward nodded, everything was going according to plan. The Royals
were having a huge ceremony for the death of the young prince, Edward rolled his eyes, it was
pathetic, the dead were dead so it didn't matter if they were buried or not.
Pretty soon the gates
of the Nightfall kingdom were in front of them. "Edward," Jasper said, "I will take the outer parts
with my men, since you are the new heir, it only feels right for you to take down the remaining
prince and his father." Edward shrugged, "I guess, fine, I will go into the center, you remain in
the outer ridges and cover me." Jasper nodded and then the gate lowered, at Edwards
questioning look, he replied, "There are some people who are on our side, who want this war to
end, and we just happen to have some of their loved ones." Edward smiled, "Your ways of
thinking are above intelligent dear brother." They headed inside with their entire army at their
backs.
Jacob was preying on his knees when the doors of the temple were kicked in, his prays continued.
Edward was behind the cloaked figure, and when he saw the person still kneeling he decided it
was probably a woman crying over the casket in the middle. He directed his attention towards
the seven body guards around the person.
"You pale ones! Dishonor falls upon you, fighting us
while we mourn the death of one of our Royals!" a guard screamed then ran at Edward. Edward
blocked the strike and slid his dagger across the neck. His men at his sides were defending
themselves fairly well. He sheath his sword and walked towards the cloaked figure, "Ma'am, we
are conquering this Kingdom, please make your way to a soldier outside and they will not harm
you."
Jacob finished his prays, he stood and turned, his eyes clashed against golden ones and he
saw the pale one take a step back, "I am not a Ma'am, my name is Prince Jacob Black of
Nightfall and I would like to know why you would attack when our guard is down. Are you
Cullens so coward?" Edward glared, "I am not a coward and neither is any of my relatives,
except for he who killed your brother, but he has been disowned."
Jacob laughed, "You are no
better than him, you must be Edward, still a coward. You attack us and yet disown your brother,
that makes no sense. But you will not leave here with us alive." Jacob uncloaked himself, a lean
body showed, he was only in a pair of loose pants, on his feet where simple slippers and his
long hair was tied back away from his face. "Draw your weapon Coward." Edward drew his
sword, "I will make you eat those words foolish prince of savages." Jacob and Edward ran at
each other swinging right and left, their swords clashed above and below them.
Jasper entered to see his brother fighting the prince, and as this went on, what Jasper
recognized as the King of Nightfall Kingdom snuck up close with a bow and arrow in hand.
Jasper without thinking ran to him and slit his throat.
Jacob turned as his father fell, blood covered his hands quickly spilling everywhere. "Father!"
Jacob yelled, "Father?" Edward didn't hesitate, he ran behind Jacob and hit him with his hilt,
Jacob fell unconscious to the floor among the blood. "Was killing the king necessary?" Jasper
nodded, "It was you or him, and even though I feel bad for them, I wouldn't want to lose you."
Edward looked at Jacob, "He is to be my slave, I feel, you can say responsible for him." Jasper
nodded again, "As would I brother."