Okay so this chapter we get to know Dronor a little bit!!!
Dronor sat by a glistening lake thinking over what his mother told him.
He scoffed, of course it had to be hard. Everything has to be difficult.
This made him smile, He lived with difficult, his brother.
He made a move to stand, when he saw he was eye to eye with a squirle.
He stood as still as a statue. He examined the creatures eyes.
So innocent.
Why couldn't life be like that?
To not live for a greater purposes
His brother would have killed him for thinking that.
Wishing to be a squirl (lol he's dumb isn't he?)
Well no, he wouldn't want to be a squirl but he wished to have a simple life.
Or at least know how to deal with it like his brother...
Alfrus was probally sitting in a dark room with books stacked up to the ceiling, trying to study himself to death.
He was envious of his brother.
By the time The Trials come, Alfrus will know every thing there is to know just in case.
All Dronor could do was practice his training.
That's all he was, mustle.
He was no better than any warrior or even farm boy.
He had no brain, or at least didn't know how to use it.
"Well I suppose I have to have a little wit about me to relizeĀ It." He mumbled to himself.
What he said was true enough, though not entirely.
He was a smart man just never aplied himself to his studies.
He wished had now.
Now that they were to become kings of the empire.
" That would most likely help..." He thought to himself.
It seemed, to him at least, that his brother knew everything there was to know about anything. ( to people with sibblings:does anyone else feal like that?)
Dronor was rudely intrupted from his thoughts by a voice shouting to him.
" Brother!" Called Alfrus with a hand cupped around his mouth to enchance his voice.
To Be Continued....jpg)
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