Gremyne Sunsets

"Where are you going?" Meegan asked.
"Out. I'll be back later today. Don't worry about me."
"I won't. Come back soon." Meegan answered and fell back into a deep sleep.
Zonder looked at his mother and wondered if it was the last time he'd see her. What would happen to her if he was captured or killed? She would die with no-one to look after her. She would die anyway. Zonder kissed his mothers forehead and left his home, wearing a dark winter cloak.
Because it was winter and he took his usual road to the mines, no-one noticed him. Once outside the city, Zonder carefully opened the package he was holding. The dagger inside had been his grandfathers. The metal was a bit rusty, but the edges were still sharp. His mother had kept it all these years in the back of a closet. But Zonder had found it, long ago.
Zonder left the road and entered the forest. He had found it, but never used it. He ha thrown pebbles and slingshots. He knew his aim was good. But a dagger was something different. If you threw it wrong it would do no damage at all. Zonder figured he'd have to throw it since he wouldn't be able to get close enough to stab.
Trial by trial Zonder got better. When it was noon he returned to the city. He still didn't get every throw right, but he'd just have to try his luck at the castle. Maybe he could sneak in and kill the lord while he was sleeping. He liked that idea.  
Zonder pulled the hood of his cloak further around his head. If he got caught, he got caught, but if he didn’t get caught he wanted a chance to live a normal life. Zonder couldn’t trust everyone that knew him. He didn’t blame them, they were poor, like his mother. He wouldn’t judge her if she told the truth about him to keep her life or get some money.
Zonder stopped for a while to think about what he was doing. Was he really going to kill his father? No the b******* didn’t deserve that respect. Was he really going to kill the tiran that reigned so wrongly? Put like that he didn’t really see anything wrong with it. Dreen deserved to die. But what would happen after that. Only a few possibilities came to mind. A, he was caught and punished with death by his grieving family. B, he wasn’t caught, he escaped and he’d be free to begin a life elsewhere.
To Zonder himself it didn’t matter what happened to him, as long as Dreen was killed the people of Vyver would be better of. No-one could be as bad as Dreen. Zonder recalled the heir was a girl. Maybe she would do a better job than her father, a girl was supposed to look up to her mother too. Or maybe she’d marry someone who’d hopefully have a steady and righteous hand. –He hadn’t heard that much good of Lady Merka-
Pondering like this Zonder almost didn’t notice the sounds of horses treading to the streets. A loud yell alerted him that he was in the way. Out of habit Zonder pulled back into the alley he came from and looked up to see who had screamed. Aghast he saw the men of the castle racing by, led by their Lord.
Zonder let his mind take a minute to grasp these new bits of information. Lord Dreen, the same Lord he was plotting to kill was here! Did he know anything about what he was planning? No, that couldn’t be, he hadn’t told anyone about his plan. Zonder relaxed. The Lord was here on other business. The city was like a maze, with lots of dead-end points and secret passages. Zonder knew a lot of them, the Lord none. His chances of killing his father were much better here. Zonder, forgetting to pull the cloak back up, turned around and ran back into the alley. His hand was on his dagger when he turned the corner that would lead him closer to Dreen when someone hit him…

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