Troubled Night

It was dark, way past midnight, no one was near the forbidden, except one boy, and a horse. The boy was wearing red and black armor, and had a sword strapped to his side. Dark hair was pulled back and hidden behind his hood of the cloak. The horse was neighing, and stomping his hoof. Fury glared at it for a moment, then shook his head, and walked a bit away from the black and white horse.

This night, was the best, but also the most frightful one. Tonight, was the night he stabbed his younger brother Trephas. He nearly killed his brother, and then nearly killed Eben, but didn't, even though he hated Eben more the his brother.

He knew his brother would survive, but he wondered if Trephas would tell anyone, tell Lex. He did not fear that he might die, but dying by a modern day human would destroy him, he got angry at himself for being so weak, he refused to let that happen.

Snarling angrily, he continued to pace back and forth. He didn't quite know what he should do now, but he figured he'll go back to the academy, and deal with whatever comes his way. Nodding to himself, he will do that, just deal with what comes at him. Silently he leaned against a tree, and slumped to the ground, in a sitting position, and looked over the trees, every now and thinking he saw something but it always turned out to be nothing.

Fury took in a shuddering breath. He was feeling maybe, mixed emotions? He was angry, sad, frightened, but happy in a cruel way. He smirked slightly, his eyes gleaming with an evil glint. When he heard the voice above him he jumped to his feet, instinctively pulling his sword out in a swift movement. He turned around and backed a couple steps away from the tree and looked up.

He stared at the girl, his gaze angry. He stood tall, his sword gripped tightly in his hand. On the sword was dry blood, blood from his brother.

"Yes I am all right." He snapped angrily, for seemingly no reason. He glanced at the other girl who rode a horse, and his gaze shifted between both of them.

He glared at the girl, he took a step back, wondering if he should kill her, so she would stop annoying him from his thoughts, but he thought against it, he had spilled to much blood for one night. He lowered his blade, but did not seath it. His eyes calmed slightly, but they still held an angry look.

"I do not care if you are not scared." He snapped again. "Now, what do you want?" He asked, then looked at the other girl who dismounted, in the background, Flick neighed, stomping his hoof, but Fury ignored his horse. "What do both of you want?"

He continued to look at Shasta, then he shook his head and laughed, a dull laugh. "There is nothing you can help me with, no one can help me." He said, a bit angrily, but it was a bit calmer. He took in another shuddering breath, it was hard for him a little to threaten and attack his family all in one night, he felt like he was still recovering from it, though he had been out here for nearly an hour.

"Don't answer it then, I don't care." He said in a quiet tone.