"I want you to kill my father." The veiled man said. I fully intended to agree and get details about this father of his when he took off his veil and suddenly, I forgot how to speak.
It took a full minute to understand what was happening, and I kept hoping this situation was not happening.
Out of all the things, I, Tala Voronova, expected the future 'King of the kings' to ask of me, the assassination of the current king of Gods was last on my list. Actually, scratch that out, that wasn't even on my list. Hell, I didn't even expect him to come here! Considering all of this, I would say, my response to this was very very valid. Extremely understandable. I mean who would go against the King of the Gods? Mother and Uncle would absolutely tear into us. Regardless of who they are, absolutely no one would dare to kill-
"Yes. We'll do it."
At this, I slowly craned my neck to look at my best friend, my cousin, and now-after spouting that singular line, newly crowned arch nemesis- Alaric. Who at this moment to show his agreement, decided to pull out his dagger to form the bond of contract.
To this, I snatched the dagger out of his hands.
"No, absolutely not. You can go lead your revolt alone,Golden boy" I said, like any other person with a will to live. Further continuing to talk some sense into my cousin, I said, " And our father will kill us if we help you. That is if we're not dead already!"
"Shut" Alaric said.
"You shut" I shot back.
Then like civilized men, we got into a brawl. The brawl led us outside, into the mud. I punched Alaric twice, he picked me in my shins. I pulled his hair, he pulled mine and so here we were, rolling in the mud, in front of the crown prince of the Gods. Great first impression if you ask me.
Now, back to the brawl- I was just about to get the upper hand and win, and I was once again caught by surprise. my fire lit hair returned to normal, and I now fully intended to turn down Golden boy. Only then did I realise, my feet were, in fact not on the ground, but five feet above it. Looking down I let out a totally not girly and glass shattering screech.
"I will put you two down, but only if you agree to my terms. Adding on to that, please do refrain from bathing in mud. It's unsightly. And- barbaric." Who insults the people they're asking for help?! Especially help that might get all of those involved killed.
I turned to look at Mister prince golden boy of the heavens, who had taken off his hood, revealing his not golden hair and not golden eyes. Seriously, whichever commoner started calling him golden boy needed to get their eyes gouged out. Why call a silver haired man golden? If silver boy sounded weird, just call him silver prince, and if you want to incorporate how his blue eyes look, silver fox. Or silverware. Honestly anything was better than golden boy. His eyes were beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. And so was his face. His hair was long, silver and beautiful and looked so soft. His beauty wasn't the usual kind, it was like the kind you see among the fae and elves. Rare.
"I already said we agree to your terms."
my cousins ugly voice cut through the silence. I realised I probably shouldn't be admiring the beauty of the Crown prince right now. The Crown prince of the Gods, while I myself being the crown prince of the dead.
"Very well then. Be careful descending, it is quite the fall."
With that we fell with a thud and I broke my back. Then, I slid on the ice Alaric made on impact. The only thing you need to know about freefalling into ice, is that it hurts. It hurts more than getting a fracture, or being beaten in a fight.
After that fall, I now knew 100%, absolutely sure, that I did not like Prince silverware at all.
I bet you're wondering how I got here. To be honest, I don't know either. I just want to bed rot but the universe will not let me reunite with my bed.
I should probably start with introductions. I'm Tala Voronova, Son of one of the two rulers of Cedaxa. If you ever want to find me, just look for someone who's on fire. Literally on fire. And not in any pain whatsoever. I have short red hair, red eyes and a very very handsome face. My cousin Alaric is my fathers brother's son. AKA the son of the other ruler of Cedaxa.
Cedaxa sits below Astar, the land of the Gods. It is divided into two halves based on their geography. The halves are called Ahynirea and Valevil.
Ahynirea is home to thousands of species of animals, plants, insects and more. They say the rich nutrients of its soil are from the decayed body of a dragon. It's my half of the Cedaxa, my nation of fire. My future. Even though I'm a general right now.
Valevil is Alarics inheritance. It is forever snowbound. You can't go outside without wearing at least four layers of outer clothing. Still, it's a beautiful place.
Astar and Cedaxa have always had strained relations. So imagine my surprise when we get an invitation to attend some annoying ceremony. Obviously, my father and I didn't want to attend, but my mother said we had to go to keep up appearances. So, we ended up going.
And that, my friends, dogs and formidable foes is what changed my worldview.
A note from yours truly
I suck at storytelling, but I want people to know what happened, and I can't keep a secrect to save my life. All in all, don't judge me please, judge Alaric. He's uglier.