I carry the dragon stone from my neck. I take Kelyn’s hand and drop the stone into his palm, letting the chain dangle between my fingers one final time.

That is my final hyperlink to her. Giving this stone up is like giving Niawen up.

Without end.

Kelyn opens his mouth, however my hand shoots up. “Not a phrase. The satan is aware of an excessive amount of already.”

“I perceive.” Kelyn smashes me into an embrace after pocketing the stone. “I really like you, little brother.”

“Likewise, Kelyn. Likewise.”

My mom sobs within the background, shredding my coronary heart into items. We went by means of a lot to heal her, to avoid wasting her, and now I’ll by no means see her once more after this present day.

“Let’s get you equipped. I’m considering some blades. A few swords and a knife or two.”

I grin at Kelyn, and we stroll off to the armory whereas mom shouts with a damaged voice instructions at a maid to arrange a backpack of provisions.

I comply with Kelyn down the rows within the armory. He stops in entrance of a rack. “Right here. I do know you want them.” He gestures to the dual swords hanging of their scabbard on the wall.

“These are your blades.”

Kelyn takes them down and fingers them to me. “And now they’re yours. They’ll match proper beneath your pack so you may draw them from the tops of your shoulders with out eradicating something.”

He helps me strap them on. His eyes redden extra by the second.

“Reduce it out.” I pick a knife and shove it into my boot.

Kelyn holds out one other knife as I straighten. “I’m not ever going to see you once more, am I?”

I shake my head as I take the blade and strap it to my thigh. “Not on this lifetime.”

“Yet one more for in your pack?” Kelyn fingers me a looking knife.

“I look match to fulfill an murderer now, don’t I?”

Kelyn ruffles my hair and sniffs. “Present no mercy.”

“By no means, bro. By no means.” No mercy is our motto. We by no means present mercy in our sparring matches.

“You’ll make a fantastic king sometime,” I say as I comply with him out to the principle corridor with the knife in hand.

Mom gasps when she sees me. Father’s forehead furrows. A servant takes my looking knife from me, places it into my pack, and slides it onto my again.

“That is it.” I embrace Mom and depart her in Father’s arms, her sobs following me as I depart.

Be courageous, I inform myself. Be courageous.

Chapter 11

Since mountains utterly circle the highlands, the same old approach out is to journey the King’s Freeway and go by means of the decrease hole, a valley between the mountains separating the lowlands from the highlands.

However nothing is common about my state of affairs. And I need to steer the assassins looking me away from different folks, so I journey south from my father’s capital, towards jagged mountain peaks.

There’s a slim go to the ocean on the opposite aspect. A mountain separating me from Caedryn sounds good.

As I hike a worn cart path, I breathe in as a lot of the crisp ambiance that I can, figuring out I’ll by no means see the land of my start once more. I burn the reminiscence of each rock and creek into my thoughts, and embrace the solar’s rays on my face and shoulders each night time.

That’s proper, Caedryn hums in my head. Maintain on to each final treasure.

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