[Cold, That was the first thing he felt.]
[Then rain. Heavy. Endless. Piercing through his skin like needles. His fingers twitched. Mud. Wet ground. Weak.]
Tirvan Godran-"…I'm… alive?"
[His voice came out wrong.]
[Lighter. Younger. Fragile.]
[Before he could move. A blade pressed against his throat.]
Prince Vaelric— "Abaksa… my poor younger brother."
[Tirvan's eyes snapped open.]
[A young man stood over him, drenched in rain, silver hair clinging to his face, eyes filled with something far colder than anger.]
Prince Vaelric- "Fate really is cruel, isn't it?"
[The sword dug deeper into his skin.]
Prince Vaelric-"Born into a dying dukedom… powerless… worthless…"
[Lightning cracked across the sky.]
Prince Vaelric- "…and now, about to die like a stray dog."
[Tirvan's breath hitched."…Abaksa…?"]
[The name echoed in his mind.Something felt wrong. Very wrong.]
Prince Vaelric- "Any last words?"
[The blade lifted slightly.]
Tirvan Godran- " I !"
[His body moved with the Instinct he had gain from experience.He twisted, grabbing the prince's wrist mid-strike.]
Prince Vaelric- "…What?"