8

Alpha King Orizon.

I polish my sword with a soft cloth, my movements are fluid and practiced. With each stroke, the metal shimmered and I gaze at the sharp tip. It belonged to my father, and it was handed to be as I emerged onto the throne. Before ascending the throne, my father decreed that my brothers and I go through three tests of agility that he formed himself, stated in the will to the council.

It consisted of three intense assignments. One where our agility, and determination would be tested. That test ended up driving a wedge between my brothers and I—we used to have a relationship by courtesy but after the old man’s death, there was no need to continue pretending. It was a slap on the face that an illegitimate son was the first to finish all the assignments despite how dangerous and life threatening it was.

The council tried to consider me invalid due to the circumstance of my birth but I remember that day, I strangled the man who evoked such a movement. At the sound of foots