Cinderfella

Story: Cinderfella

Chapter: 10 There Be Thornes

Author: Eric McQueen (mcqueen.richarderic@gmail.com)

Mature Readers only due to sexual situations and graphic sexual content, sex

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We needed a Fairy Tale. Little girls have Cinderella, but what about us? Again, what you see is right. I wish you could see what I do, but you can't. I will describe what I see, but you see what you see. The grandeur of the ballroom, palace, and wardrobe is you. Except the pants on men. They wore pants! Nice pants of wool and even leather, but pants. It's my thing. Also, unless I say otherwise, no man had long hair. It's impractical. They were well-groomed. Even ancient Rome and Athens they had barbers. I have a hair fetish the head can be bald, I don't care, but hair is neat and cut. The body hair is just natural. Cut nothing. No one's perfect, right? Why not? It's a Fairy Tale! Flaws and the Human Conditions existed.

There Be Thornes

I guess I was exhausted. It had been a very exciting, but tasking week. I turned eighteen, got married to a man that became king the next day! Who wouldn't be tired? So, when we got back to our room after the reception after Seth was crowned, I laid down for just a minute to rest a little. Seth crawled on the bed beside me, spooning up behind me. Neither of us moved until the sun came up the next morning. We hadn't even gotten out of the clothes from the day before! But I felt gentle kisses on my throat that woke me up. I rolled toward him grinning as he was very good at what he was doing.

"What time is it?" I asked.

Seth grinned at me and shrugged, "Beats me. Who cares? Early yet, I think." His hand drifted down to my crotch. "Now that we're both up..." he grinned. "Want to do some loving?"

I chuckled bringing him even closer, "That was such an obvious pun."

He nodded, "I meant it that way." He grinned, "Besides, now that I'm king, I think we can take a day or two for just us. Who'll argue with me?"

I wrapped my arms around him, "Loving you will always be on the top of my list. Spending a couple of days where there's just us, sounds great."

Only this time, we took the time to undress. We had our meals delivered and hardly left the bed that day and most of the following day. But I knew my brother and Ella would be leaving soon, so I finally got up, bathed, and dressed. Seth did, too. It was nearly dinner time when I searched for someone. I finally found Ella entertaining her three children in their quarters.

"Erik, hello," She greeted kissing me on the cheek. Then she looked at me, "You are very happy." She stated, but it was a statement, not a question.

I nodded, "I am." I greeted my nephew and nieces. "Is Christian around?"

"He and Alexander were out on the lawn. By the gardens," She said. "We'll see you. Are you and Seth coming to dinner?"

I nodded, "We'll be there."

As much as I loved Seth, and I did, but I was falling in love with Blethos, I was hurting when I saw Christian. He and Alex greeted me as we found them. Alex was getting tired, so Seth walked with his father back so Alex could rest.

Christian and Ella would be heading back to A'Dore. That hurt. But his place was in A'Dore. Mine was here.

"What's wrong, Erik?" Christian asked me quietly seeing the pain on my face.

I smiled, "I'm just going to miss you, Christian. Not a day went by when we didn't see each other. Now, you'll be a thousand miles away. That hurts."

Christian smiled and nodded, but the feeling was the same on his face, "I know. We'll see one another again. You know that."

I nodded, "But it won't be the same."

Christian nodded, standing next to me, "No. It won't." He hugged me tightly, "But you have a rich, wonderful life here. A husband that clearly adores you and that you adore." Then he chuckled, "And when we can get Demetrius to do it, we can get messages to each other in minutes."

I looked up, "Hey, yeah. I haven't seen him."

Christian shrugged, "Call him."

"Demetrius, are you around?" I asked the air.

"Am I around?" Demetrius repeated, his tone was asking me how could I doubt him, this time just came walking over. I mean, he wasn't then he was...it's hard to explain. "Of course, I'm around. I said I would be." He hugged me, "By the way, nice wedding."

I smiled, "You were there," I said. "It was your magic that took away Seth's scars."

Demetrius shook his head, "Oh, no, no. I didn't do that. None of us are capable of doing something like that. That was greater magic than any of us can tap into."

I frowned, "Then who? God?"

Demetrius shrugged, "Could be. Maybe to set things right?" He suggested, "Perhaps as a wedding present. I don't know. We can't undo injuries or illness, or I would have cured Alex already."

"But you've seen Seth now?" I grinned.

He nodded, "Yep. Not a bad looking guy. He could tempt me!" Then he grinned at me, "But you always saw him as he was. Even with the scars."

I nodded, "Thanks to what you told me."

Demetrius gave a shrugging nod, "Perhaps, but I think you'd have seen him on your own. You two were meant for each other."

"Is there any word about Samuel?" Christian asked, "Have you located him?"

Demetrius shook his head, "And that's so peculiar. To disappear is understandable, but he has really vanished." He shrugged, "Normally, I can pick up something."

Fear hit me, "Could he be dead?"

"That would be something. I've get nothing," Demetrius said irritated. "I mean he doesn't exist! Which we all know is impossible!" He threw his hands up. "It's like..." his eyes darted to me. "Someone doesn't want me to find him."

"What!?" I exclaimed.

"Who?" Christian asked just as I asked, "Why?"

Demetrius closed his eyes in frustration. Then he pointed at Christian. "I don't know and..." then pointed at me, "I'm not sure." He shrugged. "If I didn't know better...and I don't always...I'd say the Big Guy..." he pointed up at the sky. "...thinks you haven't finished something yet. At least that's what I feel."

I frowned, "You mean God!?" I threw my hands up as Demetrius had. "Couldn't He tell me that!?" I waved at a shrubby. "A burning bush would have been scary, but what else is there? He could tell me!"

"Well, if I knew that, you could just go do it and be done already," Demetrius said like it was perfectly logical. "I told you...there are things you have to do yourselves."

Christian nodded, "Well, that's just great." He muttered. "I'm leaving! How am I going to find out?"

Demetrius smirked, "It's not always about you, buddy."

Christian's right eye squinted, "Look, whatever you are...we've done everything we were supposed to...."

Demetrius wasn't backing down, "Hold on, here. You would have married your brother off anyway. Erik just asked me to help him marry the right one. Just as my wife helped you marry the right one." Demetrius said, "Anyone he chose would be ruling now. I helped you...only there was a huge situation when he married Seth. But I helped you...." he looked at me. I saw Seth walk up. "Didn't I?"

"Hi, Demetrius," Seth greeted.

"I found you your Cinderella, didn't I, Seth?" Demetrius asked Seth.

Seth froze a moment, "You found Cinderella for me? Ella? Isn't that Christian's..."

Demetrius pointed at me, "I'm talking about him!" Then Demetrius rolled his eyes, "Don't be so literal. He's your Cinderella and you're his! Don't you see that?"

"Guys!" I held my hands up. This could go on for a while if we didn't get back on track. "And you have no idea what I've got to do?" I asked Demetrius.

"You know what that is!" Demetrius stated irritated, "I took you to that horrid king in the North! He told you who was responsible. Get busy!" He was about to leave. "And Christian if you want to find out how it ends. Stay!"

"But I have a kingdom without a king right now!" Christian said in exasperation.

"Then go!" And Demetrius vanished. "We all know it will be resolved whether you're here or not!"

Seth's eyes widened as he saw something he'd seen once. And still didn't quite believe it, "You have an odd godfather. Whatever he is."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, "He grows on you."

"So, what's with this whole...Cinderella thing? Isn't that about Christian and Ella?" Seth asked. "He said you were my...what?" He tried to figure it out.

"Cinderella had help from her Fairy Godmother to get Christian. I used my Fairy Godfather to get you. Only I got you. So...we're both Cinderella," I explained with a smile.

His brows drew together more. "I got that," Then he smiled at me as he embraced me. No longer worried about who would see or care if they did. "I'll be your Cinderella. But I'm a guy. Let's call each other Cinderfella."

Christian chuckled shaking his head, "Ella's going love this!"

I cringed, "Let's just stick with Seth and Erik. Okay?" I sighed, "I have a task in front of me."

Seth frowned, "Task? What task?"

"I need to deal with Arthur Thorne and find this Lukus Caine," I said hesitantly.

"Why?" Seth was now very worried.

"Because if I don't we may never find Samuel."

"He's gotta be somewhere," Seth said urgently. "Can't Demetrius help?"

"He has." I brought him to one of the chairs his father and Christian had used to sit outside, "But he says he can't. Normally he could, but for some reason, Samuel has simply vanished."

"Is he dead?" Seth asked uneasily.

"That's just it," Christian added. "Demetrius can't sense him either way. He says someone is blocking his ability to locate Samuel."

"Someone? Who?" Seth asked.

I shrugged, "Perhaps the same someone that took you scars away. Demetrius and those like him can't do that. Greater power is involved."

"A greater power..." Seth nodded. "Are we talking about God?"

I shrugged, "He couldn't say."

Seth nodded, "Of course not." He sighed, then looked at me. "What are your plans?"

"I need to speak to Arthur Thorne. Ask him about this Lukus Caine again. Maybe talk to Darius and/or Deena." I shrugged. "A search of their home might shed light, but I don't know where to look. Having never been there, I wouldn't know where to start."

"I could send some men to do that. You don't have to do it." Seth suggested.

"To look where I don't even know, for what I'm not certain about." I nodded, then shook my head. "We need to do this by law. Can a premise be searched?"

Seth shrugged. "I suppose I could just order one, but..." he frowned. "...a private home is just that. Private. There has to be a reason."

"The reason is we have word that he was involved," Christian argued sitting. "Isn't that enough?"

"Told to Erik by a Creid king, using methods you want to be recorded?" Seth asked. "I don't think so. Were there witnesses that can testify that's what he said? He could be lying. No, it needs to be recorded why."

I smiled at Seth, "And you were worried about being king?"

"And I still am!" Seth nodded. "I don't want to make mistakes."

Christian reached over touching Seth's arm. "You're not perfect. No one is. Mistakes will happen, but this is so important. If you don't address this, it will happen again. Know that."

"Then I should go with you," Seth said looking at me. "I was raised there. I do know some places to look for...whatever."

"Are you sure you want to?" I asked.

"No," Seth shook his head, "I'm sure I don't, but if this will help find Samuel, I'll do it gladly."

The next morning, Christian, Ella, and their children got ready for the long trip back to A'Dore. Ella was crying as we said our farewells. I assured the children I'd see them again. But my brother was letting tears fall without brushing them away. The pain I felt was making tears for both of us.

"I watched you grow from a baby to a good-humored, mischievous boy and a young man," Christian said tearfully, "Now you are a man. A very good and wise man. Father, Mother and I are so proud of you." He hugged me tighter than he'd ever hugged me before. "I am going to miss you. You and Ella were my council back in A'Dore." He let me go a little. "Now you're council will be to a good man that is a king. Be that council." He smiled. "I will admit, when you told me you wanted to marry a man, I couldn't understand how or why. I see it now. You're good for each other. And the love is more than apparent. Be good to each other."

I was hugging Christian again, the ache of our parting was so strong, it really hurt! "I love you, Christian. You're my brother, but you've always been my best friend," I said softly, wiping my face. "Thanks for a good life."

Christian nodded, "You're my best friend. I'll see you again. Don't doubt that. And we'll write and keep in touch. I love you so much." He hugged me again, then stepped back. "I'll see you," Our hands parted only when the distance got too much. Then he grabbed Seth, "Take care of my brother, brother."

Seth nodded, "I swear it."

Seth and I took the road to Thorne Valley. It was about a hundred miles away, but easy to do with a stop overnight. We took with us about five of the palace guards. Having manpower just seemed prudent. When we got to where the home was, I was impressed. The manor house, though not a castle, was pretty big. The land around it had their grapes planted in vast numbers. And there was a town nearby, made up of those that worked the vineyards and home. And the town had shops, markets, and places to eat or do...whatever they needed or wanted to do. It was sort of a small kingdom in itself. The manor house had the outbuildings, barn and a place for the grapes and making the wine they exported.

Seth took a shaky breath as he saw the property. I knew whatever he felt, I could never understand.

"You don't ,ave to come with me, Seth," I said quietly.

"If I don't," Seth reasoned, "Arthur wins. He will have power over a king. No. I have to." Without another word, he spurred his horse on. I simply followed.

A woman met us at the entrance to Thorne Manor without us having to knock or send word we were there. "Hello, Seth."

"Grace," Seth nodded to her. "We're here to speak with Arthur."

"He is not here," She replied, but her face said she was uneasy telling us that. Telling us it was a lie, told her to tell us.

Seth got down from the horse, "Grace, I know he's here. In fact, I'm sure he's listening to us right now." He pointed to a window on the second floor.

I frowned, "And is that the way someone greets her king?" I didn't care about it, but a reminder seemed needed.

The woman then curtsied, "Forgive me, Your Majesty. But I've always known you as Seth. I apologize." Then she grinned at Seth, "The stories are true. You are more handsome now."

"Thanks, Grace," Seth nodded. "I was Seth to you for twenty years. And I'm not quite used to the Your Majesty thing. You're fine." He walked past her as he gave her a kiss on the cheek and into the house.

Coming into the manor it was very opulent. Furnishings, artwork, a lot of hardwood polished and it gleamed. Seth knew where he was going as he didn't stop once. He climbed stairs to the second floor and went right to a door, which he opened without knocking. Then in what I guessed was a study, he went to a paneled wall and moved a sconce sideways, and a door opened. "Hello, Arthur," He greeted Arthur in a small room with only a chair and some books. "Did you think I didn't know about this room? I lived here twenty years."

Arthur sneered, "Don't remind me. You used to call me father." He put his goblet of wine down.

"But you weren't, were you?" I asked as the dislike...now the beginnings of true hatred of this man rising in me. I seldom hated anyone. But Arthur Thorne was one I was hating now. "And don't claim innocence about not knowing who he really was. You had to have known he was the son of King Alexander."

Arthur shrugged, "Then why are you here?"

"Who is Lukus Caine?" I asked.

"I told you, I don't know who you're talking about," Arthur said again.

I nodded with an irritated laugh. "Well, forgive me if I don't believe you. I was told you and this Lukus Caine asked the king of the Creid to get King Alexander's throne." I narrowed a look at him. "You two framed the Creid and tried to kill members of King Alexander's family. You did kill his wife."

Arthur glared at me, "Why don't you prove it."

I shrugged, "I'd love to, but you already know I have no hard evidence."

Arthur glared at Seth, "I raised a Sodomite. Married to a man, political or not, you're perverted. You are cursed. No matter what you say."

Seth cringed a little, "Because of the scars? Or is there something more?"

Arthur stood. "Let's just say, for the sake of argument. I did know this Lukus Caine. Let's further theorize I did know you were Prince Phillip. Promises were made to put my son on the throne. You were not supposed to be king."

I thought, "How was he going to carry this promise out? How would he make Darius king?"

Arthur shrugged, "I don't know. But if it happened as you said killing his wife. The line to the throne would be interrupted. A decision would have to be made. Eliminating his wife there would be no further heirs. The two heirs to the throne were gone. Darius would be king."

"So why not just kill them?" I asked, "To keep Seth and Samuel alive was dangerous."

"Samuel was a baby," Arthur said simply. "He could be raised never knowing who he really was. Seth was so badly injured; I just knew he would die. But he didn't. And he didn't speak for two years after he recovered, never remembering who he was." Arthur shook his head. "The woman that came here, was a very pretty woman, so as a way to win her over, I helped care for these two. There didn't seem to be a need to kill anyone." He shook his head. "I'm not a murderer."

I couldn't believe it. "You were the cause of what happened, you most certainly are a murderer, but she never told you about Seth or Samuel?" I asked.

"Of course not," Arthur shook his head. "She always claimed she was in fear for their lives and wished to remain anonymous. So, I let her. It took a couple of years, but she married me."

"Not the wisest move, and not a testament to her taste in people," I muttered. "But she kept their secret and saved their lives. Now, about this curse. What curse?"

Arthur shrugged. "If I was told about it...the curse itself was not explained. Only that the scars were the sign of that curse."

"Did it ever occur to you the curse could be a lie?" I almost yelled.

"Sure," Arthur nodded. "But who was I to argue with someone that could come and go as he did? Just seemed to appear from nowhere."

That did tell me a lot! Come and go out of nowhere? "Did he ever claim to be descended from Adam and Lilith?"

Arthur frowned. He had no idea about what I was saying, "Who?"

"Never mind," I dismissed him. "Seth, we need to talk to Demetrius."

Seth was considering what we'd been told as well, "How do we trust him now?"

"How can we not? Demetrius has been nothing short of a friend to both of us. I can't believe he was involved. He said there were others. Perhaps he knows who they are." I argued as I turned to leave. Then stopped. "Arthur, in spite of what you did, thank you for not killing Seth or Samuel. For that alone, I am grateful. Seth was cursed, with the Thornes in his life. However, if you ever, ever threaten my husband, his brother or anyone else in the family. I will personally see you hang!"

"No, you won't!" We heard from the other room we'd come from. Both Seth and I turned to see Darius, his sword drawn. "You cannot come in here, threaten my father and just walk away." He growled. "I claim The Challenge," He said.

I looked at Seth, "What's that?"

Seth paled, "It's an old rule. I'm sure still on the books. A nobleman can challenge...pretty much anyone. He wants to challenge me. It's a fight to the death."

"That's barbaric!!" I balked.

"It is from a barbaric time," Seth nodded his agreement. "It's not used anymore."

"I'm challenging now," Darius claimed.

"Who answers?" I asked Seth.

"He didn't say," Seth shook his head. "He is obviously challenging me."

"No," I growled. "I claim that honor. You want a challenge, I'll take it." I drew my sword.

"No, Erik!" Seth shook his head. "Don't do it. He could kill you!"

"Have you forgotten already?" I smiled at Seth. "I've fought him before. If I don't, you will die."

Darius' face looked confused, "I've never fought you."

"You did," I corrected him. "The day I met Seth. You thought I needed to be put in my place when I was a peasant serving wine. The servant from A'Dore?"

"But that wasn't you!" Darius claimed.

"Think what you like," I walked forward to him. "The challenge was done." I looked back at Seth, "Can it be taken back?"

Seth shook his head, "Someone will die. That's the rule."

I looked at Darius, "So, do we do it here? Or perhaps somewhere with more room?"

"Outside," Darius said, his face now determined. "Then I'll challenge you, Seth," He pointed his sword at Seth. "Let's do this."

Arthur had confidence in his son's legendary abilities because he never looked worried. "So, let's go." Arthur motioned toward the door.

Once outside, we gathered in front, shirts off, ready for this battle. To say I had no worries would be a lie. I could make a mistake. I just hoped Jason, my teacher all those years had taught me well enough. He stressed that I keep my mind on the battle. And I had defeated Darius once before, pretty easily. But now Darius looked far more determined. I had never killed a man before, but if the choice was him or me...and God knew I couldn't let Seth fight him....it was going to be Darius. There were going to be many witnesses. The men that had come with us and the ones here at the manor. Arthur Thorne came in the center.

"My son has issued The Challenge. That challenge was accepted by Prince Erik. Let those here be a witness to the battle. May God have mercy on your soul," He said in an overly proud way, almost as if he knew I had no chance. He really wasn't a sharp man, I thought. He didn't know me at all. "Begin."

Darius came toward me and did a thrust I knew was just a test thrust. I did a simple block. "You have some training."

"I'm a prince. Of course, I have," I growled.

"I have been unmatched," Darius said.

"Except by me," I corrected. "Remember?"

Darius' face got angrier as he turned with a thrust. Easily blocked again, metal clangs rang. Then Darius began thrusting more and harder. Doing what I considered artful turns and parries, but never making a connection with me. Seeing that I wasn't bending to his "self-admitted" superiority, he could now see that I was not just a pamper prince he assumed I was, but he might have to work harder. And work harder he did. He challenged, I took it, and he couldn't take it back. He knew that. I didn't see that Arthur was now looking a little worried. He began calling his son to encourage him. Then Darius' sword brushed me close enough I felt the wind of it pass not realizing he had gotten me on the left shoulder and chest, but only a cut. Blood was now coming out, but I was charged and didn't feel it. Swords dueled, and then Darius did an artful turning spin as my sword was extended. Not wise. That artful turn threw his body weight right on my extended blade. He was impaled about mid-chest a few inches toward his left side near his heart and into a lung. He let out a sort of gasp. But the air in and out was now a problem.

"Darius!!!" Arthur cried in shock. It was unbelievable! It couldn't be true! His son lost? "You killed my son!!" H,e yelled at me enraged.

"In a legal challenge your son gave," Seth argued, but relieved I was the winner as he rushed over to me "Which as my first act as king, I will take this whole Challenge nonsense from the books and if any man makes a challenge, will be put to death if he dares go through with it even having won." Then hugged me, kissing me, "Are you okay?"

I laughed at him as I caught my breath, "I am." Then looked at my shoulder and chest. "It's just a little cut."

Seth smiled ripping from his shirt as strip which he held to my cut, "It'll heal."

Arthur was cradling his son's body, watching those eyes close as Darius died. Then he looked up in fury. He reached down to Darius' boot where he pulled a dagger from the boot, "You killed my son!!" He rose, the dagger raised in front of him as he charged both Seth and me, "I'll kill you!!"

Seth blocked me from the dagger as he pushed me and himself away as Arthur came, but Arthur, being a man that was a bit overweight and not in the best shape, he stumbled falling. Arthur turned over, surprised, but then looked down at himself. Blood was coming from a wound below his heart in his gut.

"Lukus!!" Arthur cried, "You promised!! How could this happen?"

A man suddenly appeared. Out of nowhere. The crowd moved away scattering, almost ran away, but some stayed. The men with us raised their swords to ready for battle. Neither Seth nor I were surprised as a man we had never seen before appeared. He was about fifty or sixty in appearance. Blond. I didn't like blonds, remember? This man knelt by Arthur. "I did promise," He grinned. "And that promise came true."

"My son isn't king!" Arthur lamented, "He's dead."

Lukus Caine nodded, "Darius is dead. But by your own words, you made Seth, or Prince Phillip, your son in front of everyone. Those are your words and your laws. I told you the son from your House was going to be king. I never said it was Darius. You just assumed I meant Darius."

Arthur began to pant a little, "I'm dying."

Lukus nodded, "Yeah, you are." His look was a "you poor thing" look. "But I didn't do it. You did." He chuckled, "You did it all!"

That was when Demetrius appeared, "Why'd you do this?" Then he looked at me. "The Children of Lilith don't use last names."

Lukus shrugged, "It was fun. A lot of intrigue."

"Fun!?" I asked angrily, "His mother died! His life has been hell for twenty years!" I held Seth.

Lukus nodded, "Yes." He smiled sadly at Seth. "Again, not my doing. This was all Thorne. He was the one that sought out an alliance with the Creid, which I knew Mordor..." he chuckled, "...Mordor, that name just reeks of something not of this world, doesn't it? Anyway, I knew he was no fool and would say no. Thorne framed him and his people. Thorne was the one that took the fluid and made it go off."

"Which is where?" I asked. "This fluid."

"Right here," Lukus held out his hand and a glass jar of liquid appeared. Seth and I stepped back. "Don't worry, it's benign in this state. It needs a triggering agent. Then BOOM!" He chuckled, "I gave the trigger to Thorne too. Or rather, I showed it to him. He decided to use it."

Seth was angry. His grip on me tightened, "You played with peoples' lives. With my life! My father and mother...."

Lukus nodded, "You people play with each other's lives all the time!" Then he pointed at Demetrius, "He does it, too. His wife does...the pumpkin into a carriage? Him bringing Erik here to meet you. You don't complain because it's all in your favor and positive. I gave Thorne the means to do this, yes...but he took it. Ella didn't have to get in the carriage. You..." he pointed to me. "...didn't have to come here and meet Seth or Phillip or whomever. But you did." He shook his head at Demetrius. "Now it was exciting, wasn't it? You have to admit that."

Demetrius nodded with a reluctant smile, "It was." Then his eyes widened. "I sense him now."

Seth came closer to Demetrius, "Sense who? Samuel!?"

Demetrius turned to Lukus, "How'd you do that? Blocking me like that?"

Lukus shrugged with a chuckle, "In a couple of more hundred years, you may find out. It's something I learned."

"And Seth's scars?" I asked Lukus.

Lukus shook his head, "No, that wasn't me. If I live twice as long as I have now, I'll never get that kind of power to use."

"But you play with lives of people. For fun?" I asked again.

"Using rules, you make up," Lukus nodded. "Who to marry, when and how..." he smiled at me and Seth lowering his eyes, "...who you can't." Then he chuckled, "But then again...you two found a way using the rules to get around that, didn't you?" Then he looked a little pleading. "I'm not evil. I'm like Demetrius, I'm good occasionally, but never really bad." Then he looked at Arthur, knelt and frowned. "I imagine it's burning now."

Arthur grunted.

"Those digestive acids are eating away at your insides. Again, you did it. You did it all!" Lukus shook his head, "It won't be long now. I'd use the time to think of a good explanation to give the Big Guy." He pointed to the sky, "Thou Shalt Not Kill is one of the Ten Commandments. And you broke it." Then he stood again. "You are a murderer."

"You can locate Samuel?" Seth asked Demetrius excited.

Demetrius smiled, "Well, actually, he's coming to you. He should be at the palace by the time you get back. Something about his brother being crowned king and scars going away..."

Seth grabbed my hand and began dragging me behind. "Samuel's coming home!"