There was a death today in the palace. It’s not an uncommon occurrence, but this event truly affected me. I was in the library, studying over the writings of Luna and Nix when I heard shouts in the close distance outside. Of course curiosity forced my legs to the window and as I leaned against the cool stone of the palace, I observed something horrid.
My ears identified the clanging of swords, obviously brandished in a furious battle and I yearned to scream for attention. Perhaps if I had then none of this would have happened. Below, on the grounds near the east gate was Aaron, my protector, his sword arching through the air with a deadly intent as he brutally attacked an unfamiliar man.
I had never seen such a gentle creature possess such fury. It radiated from his blue eyes in waves and even from the tall window, I felt suffocated by them. What actions had this unknown man performed to provoke Aaron? The man looked like a simple peasant although he was swift with his sword, but what concerned me was the fear in his eyes. Professional swordsmen, at least the ones in the capital’s army, were trained to remain stoic in the heat of battle.
It was obvious this man was no soldier…
Below me I could hear mumbling. Perhaps they were pleads from the commoner, but Aaron never showed him mercy. With a vicious stab of his sword, the blade penetrated the man’s stomach. I couldn’t contain the tears that fell from my eyes and with a gasp, I stumbled away from the window. The floor roughly clashed against my trembling knees and with a groan I violently lost the contents of my stomach. I had witnessed a murder…
