Chapter One
As I stood there with the sword in my hand, the blade dripping blood on the
floor, I couldn't help but wonder if the blood belonged to my father.
The entire thing had happened so quickly that I wasn't quite sure how to react.
Part of me wanted to laugh, but most of me fairly cringed at what had just
occurred. I didn't do particularly well with blood. This tended to be something
of a hardship for one endeavoring to become a knight, dedicated to serving good
King Runcible of Isteria, a ruler who more often than not had his heart in the
right place.
The recently slain knight also had his heart in the right place. This had turned
out to be something of an inconvenience for him. After all, if his heart had
been in the wrong place, then the sword wouldn't have pierced it through, he
wouldn't be dead, and I wouldn't have been in such a fix.
I stood there stupidly in the middle of Granitz's chambers. Like much of the
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