Jaded Crown: Chapter 1 The Man With Silver Eyes

I longed to be born into a wealthy, royal, and all-powerful family.

However, my parents are happy with how they live, but I know they are not.

Father works at the smithy all day and forges weapons for soldiers, while mother works at the brothel and barely makes any coins.

I am approaching the age where I can be drafted into the military, I hope, so I may become strong enough to wear the Jagged crown.

"JUSTIN!" My younger and older sisters are yelling for my name.

They were scared, and the screams were genuine, so I jumped out of my cot and rushed to their aid.

My little sister would start screaming, "JUSTIN, THERE IS A MONSTER UNDER THE TABLE!"

When I reached for my father's dagger and looked under the table, I saw my pet, Flap. The Drankl is a small deformed Drake Dog I rescued after the military threw him out due to his 'uselessness', but he helps keep my cot warm in the winter, almost like a stuffed animal. "Flap is my pet, how many times do I have to tell you that?" I would smile when I picked up Flap, they were chewing on a piece of bread. Flap's washing is included in my house chores.

Greisha, one of my close friends, has started to wait for me to hang out with them as I step outside. Greisha, I remember when I first encountered her, she was tanning leather while I was learning how to forge swords. We got to spend a lot of time together because both of our fathers worked on military equipment. We share our hopes, dreams, and plans with each other.

"Ever wanted to wear the Jagged Crown, Greisha?" She laughed after looking dumbfounded for a while. "Do you think someone would be wearing it right now if it were real? Do you think we would still be fighting wars if that thing existed? I have lost hope that we will get a Jagged king, you should too, you should stop believing in that story." "Maybe you are right, yeah." As I sat there pretending to be happy.

For the remainder of the day, we have not spoken.

When I got home, my parents were celebrating with wine, cheese, and "RABBIT STEW." That was my favorite! Father would set his cup down, smiling and looking at me as I began to fix myself a bowl.

"Father, is something the matter?"

My father stood up, and he looks at all of us to prepare himself for the news.

"My son, daughters, and my beautiful wife. We are moving to the capital, so I can work on noble's weapons. No more working on militaries' weapon. No more living from copper coins. We can finally start living the way we intend too. We will live wealthy LIVES."

Everyone, including myself, started to cheer, for the rest of the night we partied as a family and I have forgotten why I was upset.

The next week, the town celebrated with us, and we held a small festival.

During our ride away on our wagon for a split moment, there was a man blowing in a flute.

He looked at me as he was doing this and showed me his silver eyes.

He is composing a tune for the surrounding birds.