Have you ever wondered what it would be like to sour in the air with demons, or swim the ocean with angels. What the difference is between the two of them, the demon and angels that is. Have you ever wondered if you could be possessed by them, or if they even really existed. Would it even matter if they did or didn’t? would you live your life differently? If you could just simply look one in the eye would you seriously do so?
Chapter 1 (part 1)
A Friend, a Brother, and Death
Amoux ran through the castle with a smile while holding a stick and fighting the enemies that lingered in its shadows. His stick was an enchanted sword, or so his sister Silver had told him. Amoux squealed with joy before jumping in the air and bringing the “sword” down on an invisible enemy, sending the poor soul into the abyss.
Looking around, Amoux’s small face filled with a frown as he listened to the sounds around him. “To the right!” Jumping into a fighting stance he swung the sword to his right with a yell.
His sword collided with a golden sword that cut the stick in half. Amoux froze for a moment before a smile filled his little face once again.
“That was so cool!” Amoux looked into Solomon’s brown eyes with a smile.
Solomon sheathed his sword and looked down at him with a disapproving look. “Your stance was off.”
Amoux let out a groan and threw his head back. “You’re always so nitpicky.”
“It’s only my job to be nitpicky, as you put it. After all you are to be the king someday, so you need to have a proper stance, and not use words such as nitpicky.”
Amoux watched as Solomon walked away with his boots making a high pitched ring with every step. Amoux plopped on the ground. He was only five, he didn’t need to work on being a prince just yet. His advisor and protector didn’t know anything!
Amoux smiled as his father’s stories of war entered his mind. His father was the best fighter ever to live. Standing up, he picked up both halves of the stick and began to once again fight the invisible enemies.
He was determined to be one of the best fighters as well. Amoux suddenly stopped as an idea entered his mind: If he wanted to be better than his father then all he had to do was catch him off guard and scare him! Smiling, Amoux ran to his father’s chamber.
The chamber was down a long flight of stairs. Amoux slowly went down the first one just to slip on his cape. Without warning Amoux fell down the flight of stairs head first. Hitting the floor with a thud, Amoux assessed his situation. Slowly sitting up, he smiled again before laughing at himself.
Getting up he placed a hand on his head. That hurt! With a shrug he made his way to his father’s chamber. Two giant doors with blue gems on the outside stood in his way. Opening one of the doors he walked slowly into his father’s chamber.
It was almost noon. A smile filled his face. He would simply go into his father’s chamber and hide behind his massive desk or maybe even under the plain chair that sat next to the fire. When all the clocks would begin to chime in the castle he would jump out and scare his father.
Amoux looked around his father’s chamber. The walls were solid gold, his desk was made of mahogany carved by the best craftsmith around. Wiggling his toes he felt the soft wolf's fur under his feet before a helpless squeal of excitement escaped.
Rushing under his father’s desk he covered his mouth before a full laugh had time to erupt. His father wouldn’t know what hit him!