Birthday Celebration

Chapter 24

The sun rose, Adrian woke to go to the knight's ground to spar with other knights training. Well, he didn't really go he escape from the butler and the maids who are going to help them dress. He sparred with the knights till morning to noon. Sparring with their little master was an honor for the knight's knowing the De Alegro family is a master in swordsmanship and academics. All the heirs of the family inherit skills from warriors to scholars to master in poison. In the family tree, many physical fields are taken by them. People will no longer wonder why they are skillful and powerful.

"Master Adrian, happy birthday. Shouldn't you be preparing for tonight's party?" A knight asked, "Come on, I still want to spar besides the celebration will be held as you said 'Tonight', right? So, no need to hurry. And don't worry about such trivial things when you are about to de defeated by me." Adrian boldly said, striking his wooden sword at his opponent's chest making him win. Then his opponent raised his hand's mark of his surrender. "Little master, I am no match for the De Alegro heir. I will always remember that I was defeated by this young master of mine." He bowed while sincerely saying honest words. "Young master Adrian." Someone shouted. It was butler Asher, "Oh no, shit. Why's he here? I just escape this morning from him and the maids." Adrian mumble. Before Adrian will escape again the butler was already at the side grabbing him from the shoulders.

"Young master, me and my wife also the maids have been finding you. If I had realized it a while ago that you're here we shouldn't have searched for you. And directly tidy you up earlier." Did Asher say murderously? Yeah, that's right even the knights are feeling chilly underneath their bones. "Let's go, YOUNG MASTER." Asher didn't remove his murderous aura surrounding him he wanted to scare his young master and the guards freely sparring at their master. Asher drags Adrian back to the mansion to his room. Minutes later of washing the dirty Adrian. His appearance now looked neat than previously.

A/N: This is the first POV that I made here in my story. Haha, why did I choose Adrian's POV to be the first? I don't know either *shrugging*

Adrian's POV

The heck, I sighed. I stomped it was already night. The party started a while ago I didn't want to socialize with other guests. And I kind of took a glimpse that Ashlyn also didn't socialize with others she stayed at the side of the balcony. But I don't care. While my brother and uncle are busy entertaining the guests. I think they are tired of talking with a bunch of fools. I left the room without anyone noticing. Why did it go so fast? I'm already eleven, brother is already fourteen. I sat at the wooden long chair here in the garden. I took out my pendant where I and my siblings are portrayed on. Charlotte where are you now? You know my dear sister that bastard Ashlyn is taking your spot from our family's heart. If the kidnapping didn't happen you most likely be here celebrating with us happily. I heard the grass being stepped on and bushes rambling, I did not bring my sword. It was a relief I have my dagger.

Then I saw my brother being pushed and stumble, it was written in my elder brother's face the embarrassment. I laugh out loud but that stop when someone came out at the bush after my brother. Speaking of the bastard, it was Ashlyn. Why the hell is she always everywhere? "Hey, bro, why the fuck is she here?" I was beginning to be furious. What the...? I can feel my brother's mana approaching me. Alas, I think brother Ezekiel is throwing his tantrum at me by mana. By mana I mean is a spiritual life force that only a swordsman or a family bloodline of a knight can have. Mana is harmful to other people who are weak in handling mana and who do not have mana. I can sense his mana obviously I have mana plus he is my brother. For example of what I'm saying in a warrior's family if one brother is in danger and it is difficult to find his siblings can locate him by mana because they share the same blood and flesh. That's why also I can feel his mana.

"Brother Ian," what the heck did she called me? Shit, this is the first time someone shortened my name. Odd, I'm pissed but why is not my blood boiling? It always means I'm furious. And I know I'm furious right now. "Brother Ian, I brought brother Kiel here 'coz I'm going give you and brother something." Ashlyn started, what's on her sleeves this time? Brother shrugged and sat beside me. Then Ashlyn left us afterward to come back bringing a woven basket. She took what's in it, surprisingly it was two cloaks. Is it for us? She walked near brother Ezekiel she handed the blue cloak I saw it was ornamented with three foxes embroidered it. I saw my brother's eyes spark? The hell yes! Then Ashlyn didn't hesitate to give me a dark gold cloak, I lift it to see what did she embroidered in the back. It was three swords. I was confused, why all of it is three symbols?

"Ashlyn why all of the cloaks have three things? Mine has three foxes, and Adrian has three swords." Woah, is my brother a mind-reader or something? He obviously asked what I don't want to question at that bastard Ashlyn. "I put the foxes and swords by three representing us, siblings," Ashlyn uttered proudly. Us? Siblings? I throw the cloak with force. It hit her perfectly. I walked out ignoring my brother's anger while Ashlyn stayed silent. I head straight to my room I threw myself at my bed. Because of what happened earlier I didn't even change but I tried to sleep. The cloak Ashlyn gave me didn't stop bothering me.

I ran to the garden seeing the cloak was neatly folded along with it was in the wooden long chair I sat on previously, "Crap, why did I care for this stupid cloak?" I mumbled underneath my breath. I took the cloak and run to my room and throw it in my empty cabinet. Fuck, maybe I can sleep with no regrets. This is all that bitch's fault.

As I sleep peacefully, I woke to pant and looking for air. It was the bloody girl in my dreams again, why does she always die in my hands? When I kept on dreaming about her, I did so many cruel and regrettable things to her. I tortured her, I made her cry with blood, I kill her with ruthlessness and no doubt. The more I encounter her, the more I feel she is rather familiar like I have seen her. No, it's like I have known her. But who is she really?