The young man pushed his mount hard as he galloped away from the dock. He hadn't spent much time in Yew since he and his father's falling out so he spent the ride to the Keep familiarizing himself with the area.
Though he was surprised when he first received the note from his father asking his son to join him, that confusion had turned to joy at the thought of the two of them finally getting to fight side by side.
As the dark Keep came into view, the rider couldn't help but smile. Hitching his horse to a nearby tree he turned to make his way inside. He had just stepped foot on the entryway when a voice spoke behind him.
Soft and low, but filled with madness fueled power, it said, "I knew you would come. Like the rest of your kind, so sure of yourself."
With reflexes honed by years of harsh training the young man spun around, poison soaked dagger in his hand instantly, "Who the hell are you?" he asked as he faced the shrouded speaker.
"You'll know soon enough, boy." The stranger answered, pulling back his dark grey cloak with a flourish- revealing a black blade at his side."
Without another word, the stranger launched into action. The blade was out of its scabbard and dancing toward the young man in less than a breath. Within two breaths the once hopeful son lay dead on his father's doorstep. Snatching the dead man's dagger from beside the body the murderer drove it into the still warm corpse- pinning a scrap of paper to its chest. On it, just two words, 'For Mikael'...
Last edited: