Hate born from Love Ch.1 (HBFL from Silverblade Chronicles)

[Kari458]

((Mind the grammar. English is my second language I hope you enjoy the story!))

"...it was a fine day. In company of fine morons" Elundur thought with a smile on his face, while stoically observing his younger and older sibilings play together by throwing rocks at each other and wrestle around. Being the creatures that came from a romance of wood and sun elf, they inherited the very new kind of behaviour, that's not so often seen around the people of their both parents. One is for sure - while most of creatures share love for a family, beetwen those three brothers, the bond seemed to be magically tight. Ever since they were teenagers, they used to look only for each other, using other people as they playground. Night trips to Pulsepolar city square lured attention of many elven maidens, that were just dreaming to someday lay their hand on the slender cheek of one of three princes. Elundur, the middle one, always stood three feets away, enjoying the show that was brought by Lomyldur and Gray by every occasion. Noticing a girls, he would blink faintly to random one, before his attention was brought again by his beloved brothers. Lomyldur stood as the tallest of them all. Wearing black and white plate armor, he was a strong elf that appeared to have inherited most appearance from wood elves - green eyes, dark brown hair, firm physique. Gray, the youngest of brothers, always felt like competing with the oldest brothers. That was a case why he took full plate armor and chose to play with sword, even though he seemed to learn spells faster than refined swordplay. A long, blonde shiny hair, faint green eyes left a trace of both - wood and sun ancestors.
Elundur - the most cunning or even sly from all three brothers, was a tall, well build elf. His muscles appeared to be more concentrated than impressive. Feeling the need of knowing something about everything he had his mother teach him the arts of arcane while lessons of swordplay conducted by his father, also caught his attention. Even though he changed the Greatsword for Rapier, he was able to impress his father with his speed, and sense of balance in combat. Many times, heavyarmored father would almost land on the ground, while instead of hitting his son with dull sword, he was only left with trace of shiny blonde hair that in the very last moment followed the young warrior, while performing amazingly swift dodge.
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"What do you mean the army of Orcs?! I thought our Kingdom dealt with them many years ago! Don't tell me you suspect that this..." Lomyldur's face turned red from anger, loosing his temper "...bunch of idiots actually can harm our well organised Kingdom father!".
The old King, who seemed to have his best years behind him already, looked up at his firstborn "My son. Calm down. I am the Kind, this is my Kingdom, and this is my problem to solve. I just want you to take your brothers and travel to Myth Drannor, and inform your uncle about the current situation". Lomyldur looked into his father's eyes and bent over, placing his left foot at the throne chair's support "You are a fool to think that we will run...". King stood up in anger and slapped his son's face, taking his statement as act of insubornination and offense "You will do AS I SAY. Is that clear boy?" He stated while keeping the eye contact with his son. Lomyldur, having his eyes full of tears that are about to fall, brought to his eyes by anger, left a room in hurry, without an answer. The old King eyed him as he left the throne room. While Lomyldur pushed the giant wooden door with anger, two brothers fell to the ground. They eyes met. Lomyldur looked beetwen two. Gray - the youngest one, the most honorable one was close to cry "N-no...we will not leave father and our people! We cannot!", while Elundur looked down "To all things comes an end..." giving an oral proof that he understands his father's motives...

END OF PART 1