(Frozen)


Lifeless much also the last soldier of Danvan'None's army on the ground. With a loose, skillful wave of the hand, I drew my night-black chakram from the disgusting corpse, then wiped the sharp, blood-stained blade on the cloak of the fallen man.
More out of routine than out of hope, I let my gaze wander over the flat wasteland. As I expected, I was the only survivor, as almost always, and never even had a scratch. Once again I had successfully restrained the armies of Davan'None.

Neither happy nor relieved at this realization, I swung myself onto the saddleless back of Lucien, my raven-black Pegasus. His ruby ​​eyes sparkled briefly and then he gracefully raised his feathered wings and we were floating in high air. Lucien was like me - bleak, numb, a singular outsider who wasn't even angry about it. Maybe even very happy.I was an excellent fighter, I and everyone else knew that. I have no qualms about robbing someone of their life, but I don't care about war. All I do is obey my father's orders, as I always have. Why should that change too?

Lost in thought, I let my black Pegasus carry me home, while the metal tips of the strong chain around the neck of my companion, hitting each other in the wind, made hypnotizing noises.

"Finally you are back home!" I heard my foster mother groan in relief as I got off Lucien. The small, large-breasted woman fell happily around my neck. Disinterested, I stared in some direction and endured the ordeal. After a while she finally let go of me and straightened her robe.

"I'm so glad nothing happened to you! But ... Are you the only survivor?"

"Davan'None's armies are much stronger than our own.And without the support of Lazaroun our armies have no chance ... The only clever ones were the fighting animals ... They went crazy and ran away at the beginning of the battle. They felt that they had no chance. "

When I was summing up I noticed how my nurse winced at the word "Lazaroun", but the only answer I got was a fearful: "You should report to the king. Immediately, he said!"

As always, I obeyed every word and set out on the path that led me between two huge green spaces, built in steps, directly towards the immense castle. From this everyone should be able to see where the money that the armies lacked has gone to. If I was honest, I hated these greens. It's just a mirage that withers at some point.

In front of the castle gate, I had to climb a few more white marble steps until I finally reached the large entrance hall and headed straight for the purple door that was enthroned between two staircases.Both hands clapped on each wing of the door and without stopping in my corridor, I pushed them open. Then I found myself in my father's large, elongated audience room. The wine-red carpet, which was hemmed in gold on the sides, led me to the throne made of pure gold, raised by a pedestal, in which the king was sitting and his gaze was fixed on me since I entered.

"Have you finally returned? Report to me," he ordered me immediately, without any further greeting. As I was used to, I knelt in front of my father at a certain distance and began my report: "Well, we have all defeated enemy troops, but the requested troops from Lazaroun did not come, which means a breach of the agreement-"

My father asked me a lot: "You shouldn't tell me what it means, just tell me what happened!"

"In any case, there are no survivors but yours truly, Your Highness."The king's rough features smoothed a little and he got up to run up to me and put one of his frail hands on my shoulders. He looked deeply into my eyes and made it clear to me in his sickly voice: "Do you actually know how proud I am of you? You are an excellent warrior and you know how to defend your country! And even if Lazaroun stands against us, I have no fear that we will lose.
You know, while you were in the war, the lovely princess Jantisha passed away ... "

I knew I should have been concerned now because I was one of their suitors after all, but it didn't mean anything to me. The idea of ​​marrying Jantisha also came from my dear father. So we could get Vehuiah, which is currently still neutral, on our side. But the Prince of Lazaroun got ahead of us - whether out of love or for the same reasons as mine - so be it!Thinking that my father hadn't finished his speech, I kept silent and listened to his words that followed.

"Of course my nephew is immediately under the assumption that we are responsible for the murder! How can he betray our clan so sneakily! Maybe it was him himself, so that he finally has a reason to pull against me!"

The old king straightened up euphorically and ran excitedly around the hall. I also changed my kneeling position to a standing one, but I did not let my feelings carry me away. Which ones should I get it from?

"Do you have any evidence that Aeythien did the murder of Jantisha?" I threw into the room. My father quickly appraised me again and thundered: "That's it! The murder weapon is supposed to have been a dagger with the king's seal! But apart from you and me, nobody owns my coat of arms! So please explain to me ..." My father came to me threateningly close, which I didn't like at all, but I didn't back down."... Where did that dagger come from, Frozen?"

Of course, I didn't have an answer to that question. My hand slid to the lanyard on my belt to make sure that my dagger was still in its rightful place. And this he was! I safely pulled it out of its silver sheath and handed it to my father. He could only stare questioningly at the object and was unable to give an answer.

At that moment the large wings of the hall door swung open and one of the border messengers stumbled into the hall. Behind him I recognized one of the white pegasus in the hall squinting. Like a waterfall it gushed out of the completely out of breath man: "Enemy troops have crossed the borders! Lazaroun has and declared war!"

With a trembling hand he pulled an object, wrapped in a pale cloth, out of his pocket and removed the textile. A simple dagger emerged with the dried sap of life attached to its tip.Two lions stabbing each other were engraved in the golden handle. The seal of the Aeythien royal family!