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Chapter 2: The Lot of the Second Born


The large room was flooded with light and gave it a calming expression that had already impressed many Shatis. On the throne sat a rather muscular figure with jet black hair, as well as jet black eyes. His skin was tanned and his eyes were stern. It was King Ares Erjeijl, Raksha's father.
The young prince made a short bow and looked his father straight in the eye, which was amazing, they were his. He had inherited his father's eyes and his world-famous look, which made you think every time. The eyes of the king and the second-born said a thousand words and at the same time not a word of dying.
"Raksha," he began, "I've heard that you recently defied your master's instructions again, tell me my son, why did you do that?"
"That is easy to explain, father, I feel underutilized, killing a bull is not a challenge.They are too predictable and far too weak. "
"Nothing is predictable! Your constant carelessness will still put you in great danger!
You have to learn to assess the situations correctly, only then can you become a great warrior. Now get out of my sight. "
Angry, Raksha left the room. He was annoyed by the fact that his father always underestimated him, he was much stronger than he thought, but he only cared about Eres anyway.

The sun was going down slowly. When Eres reached the courtyard, he saw his little brother busy training. He saw how good his sword wield had become by now. A smile flickered over his lips when he noticed how much he had developed since he was a child and couldn't do much with the world. Raksha kept hitting a wooden stake wrapped in strong linen. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and reflected the red evening sun.
"Good evening, my dear Raksha!"Eres called over to him.
Promptly the second-born stopped and lowered his ordinary sword, made of steel. His gaze wandered to the flowerbed, where red roses adorned the path to the palace.
He looked at his brother at how nobly he was dressed; he wore a long, white robe with many decorations, plus many shawls, but little jewelry, since for Eres it was only pure pomp and show-off. Raksha, on the other hand, looked like from the last alley, he only wore his black leather trousers and a belt, which were covered with sweat, and a cloth that he had tied around his forehead so that his blond hair would not be too much in his face.
“How often do you train, my little one?” Eres stroked his damp hair.
"Not as often as you think," replied his little brother and quickly sat down on the green meadow, which smelled of the red roses in the garden. Eres sat down next to him and looked at his little brother. Slowly he reached into his robe.“You know,” he began and took out a bottle filled with water, “you are becoming more and more like our ancestors and your namesake.” He offered the bottle to him and the young prince took it with thanks and hastily drank the cool inside.
"Do you think so?"
"Sure. When you were born it was already in the stars that you not only look almost exactly the same, but also take on his characteristics and his character.
Raksha's middle name was Sesshomaru, which was an old and famous ancestor of theirs. Sesshomaru Erjeijl, was one of the country's first kings and a famous military leader. He won the legendary battle against the Numirians, another cat people and demon hunters. He won the empire and was known for his tremendous strength. Raksha looked very similar to him, his blond hair, his physique, but above all his eyes and his gaze, which made Sesshomaru so famous above all. The Erjeijl family also owed their demonic blood to him, which they inherited from him and which has been passed on from generation to generation ever since.Eres and Raksha, but also all other blood-born Erjeijls were able to transform themselves into demons and thus increase their powers many times over.
"It's funny that you are so similar to him. I keep wondering whether it is a prediction to herald a new age or a certain event. Why were you born in winter of all things, when no children are actually born and otherwise normally die of the immense cold? "
Raksha saw how thoughtful his brother had become and for some educational reason the prince who was so similar to his ancestor became very sad.
They were ten years apart. When Eres was born, it was predicted that Ushanti Erjeijl would not have any more children. However, ten years later, in the dead of winter, Raksha was born.
A grin flickered over Eres' rather narrow lips and watched the sunset while he stroked his brother's blond hair.
"I think we should go home now," he said, looking his little brother into his jet black eyes."The meal should be ready soon, don't you think so?"
Raksha nodded in the affirmative, straightened up and swung his sword over his shoulder.


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