The Past Is…

Sure enough, Gareth came back one evening, his presence announced by the heavy thud of the front door. He marched into the study where we were gathered, his eyes burning with a malevolent light.

"I see you've ignored my warnings," he said, his voice cold.

"They will not be going anywhere, Gareth," Mr. Hargrove replied, his tone unwavering.

Gareth sneered. "You really think any of you can defy me? I'm a Blood Knight, Father. Enhanced with powers you can't even comprehend."

I could see a chill run down the others' spines. Blood Knights were known for their formidable strength and ruthless efficiency.

"Gareth, you're not welcome here! Leave at once!"

"No, Father, they're going to leave," he said, drawing his sword. "Or die."

The tension in the room reached a breaking point. Mr. Hargrove stood protectively in front of us, his face set with determination. "Gareth, stop this madness. These boys have done no wrong,"