Where the Young Prince Stands

             Bard had won the fight, but he hated that he used it even though he hated it, and did not even need it, that power, the Fire Element Essence. But Bard did not regret his decision to use it, even if he regretted the consequences, he just could not bear to let anyone that even tried to hurt his children live, regardless of if they would have been more useful left alive for questioning. That was all in the past though, now Bard had to do what was right and make sure everyone got home safely. But first, he had to check on his children and thankfully, they had gathered behind him, all of them except Amare.             “Everyone alright? No one got hurt?” Bard asked. His five youngest replied with unsteady nods with blank faces. “Amare, how about you?” Xey were on hands and knees, still seemingly stunned by the display of fire Bard had just put on.       ...

             Amare was unfortunate enough to have seen someone die in front of xem before. Xey could not see the face of the killer, although they recognized him as the carpet guide from the previous day. Bard had a shocked look on his face sprinkled with blood.             “I believe some introductions might be needed,” said the killer, wiping off his bloody fist on his clothes. “I am Jin, and my client has hired to watch over some of his various operations, making sure no one reveals his identity,” he said in a way far too calm for someone who had just brutally murdered a man. “It’s a shame about Autca here. He had quite a bit of money himself before my client hired him. He could have easily hired me to take out annoying pests like you. But orders are orders.”             Jin swung a right hook at Bard. Bard ducked and weaved. Bard let ou...