WARNING::: this is experimental please comment and see what you don't like and do like
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Awake and alive.
"It wasn't my intention to be reborn."
Spoke a young man, once named Lance Blackvale.
Now supposedly one of the multitude of heirs competing for the next spot inline to be the family head.
Looking around the room this particular chamber, Lance didn't quite understand how he got here.
"All I know is that one life came to an end, and another started, yet I'm still alive, my heart beats, and my breath is still warm"
Slowly this child, sat on a bed far too large for his tiny self came to realise he wasn't quite himself, he placed a single slender hand to his face, suddenly realising how small and soft his hands had become.
No longer rough calloused bruised and scared
"Well this couldn't get any worse"
The young man spoke, only now realising how childish his voice was high pitched and shrill.
Right at that instant a feminine voice called, dripping with love, suffocating in nature.
"Little lance! It's time for playtime!"
Lance, still trying to understand his current situation seemed to realise what was going on, albeit still wary towards the maid now helping him of of the bed and placing him on the floor
He started to realise he had been reborn
"After all I've read anoigh manga"
"already missing his old body lance realised how short he was compared to her"
"There has to be more to this than just a simple play date"
Again Lance wracked his brain, still thoroughly unimpressed
While Lance toddled along down these winding corridors, trying to prepare himself for whatever awaited him at the end of this maze.
He decided he would act his part
"Miss where are we going?"
Lance spoke, still not used to the squeak that seemed to be his voice now.
"Well young master it's time for you to meet with your siblings."
Whispered the young lady, seemingly scared now she is up close with Lance.
Instead of replying, Lance looked onwards towards the door that awaited him, seemingly the entrance to this family get up.
"Open the doors"
The maid said towards the nameless guard, yet at the same time seemingly fairly tense.
Lance continued through the doors, taking in the grandeur of this open room, once again made breathless by this new world.
Above him creaked dangling chandeliers, an enormous, stretching table with a glorious banquet.
"Ohhh that looks good~." He thought desperately realising his hunger
But, what really stole his aftention was the multitude of youths glaring at him.
Seemingly trying their best to intimidate him.
"If this is some sort of sibling rivalry that's gonna put me off the food"
lance prayed to whatever god sent him here seemingly receiving no answer.
"I hope I get some sort of magic"
"Well lance these are the heirs of the other houses they are around about your age so please be nice"
Lance saw a boy coming towards him probably about thirteen or fourteen.
"Oh I can't be that young , then why is everyone so naturally large"
Suddenly the boy swung at the left of his head
Lance ducked and swiftly kicked his legs out calmly walked over to the wall where a ceremonial sword was placed and said.
State your name and status
The boy who had now soiled himself look at him with a tear in his eye
Y You you're just like your brother
Why have you been so weak till now
Lance had an idea
Well tell me
Who am I?
The prince of the empire the forgotten bastard
He replied through his tears
Well then why swing at royal blood?
You were a pushover my lord how could I not
" Kneel now "Lance ordered placing the sword just close enough to his artery a drop of blood trickled down his neck
FUCK the sword is sharp
At the next moment simultaneously the fat assailant kneeled
While the grand doors at the end of the room opened a royal cloak draped over his shoulder a sword with a surprisingly worn handle and pommel shined glistening as he walked in
But the thing that stole lances atentjon was his eyes
Amber like a beast who'd already finished his hunt and yet he seemed to have a mild interest towards Lance
It was almost like.. he was evaluating his worthiness
Any yet at the same time still scorning this l bastard child
"Lance what do you have to say to yourself ?
Holding a sword infront of your father. "
My apologies father Lance said dropping to one knee still holding the sword against the fat kids neck
Trying to understand the situation
Lance you realise that boy is the son of the Duke of Hath
Well he aimed his fist at me so I I placed a sword at his neck, royalsust exert their might over those below them.
Hmmm the man mused the seeming darkness around him lessening slightly
Stand
Yes father
Lance stood at attention doing his most not to let himself waver
Now boy .. kill him
Lance thought for a moment father if I were to do that the duke wouldn't stand still..
The man let out a wicked grin stunning all and yet he seemed u aware then said.. I order you by the power of myself Lucius Augustus Charleus kill him
Yet again Lance was lost for words
He hesitated only a moment before thrusting his blade into the fat boys throat
Gaining a collective ghasp and a handful of sobs from the surrounding crowd
Hmm you hesitated but good enough..
You're dismissed
Lance I. His room decided it was time to speak to his maid
Hey joy tell me about the political situation between father and the Duke of hath
Well my lord they're on the verge of inciting civil war
And I think you just pushed it over the edge..