"Cut it off," the crown prince insisted.
Both Amaru and Jason didn't dare to get close to him. He was asking them to cut off his hair, Jason knew better from experience not to make that mistake. They both knew what his hair was capable of, they didn't dare go near him.
The prince held his hair out for them to cut but none of them did. He took his sword and aimed it at his stretched hair. In one swift movement he swung his sword at it.
"Get down," Amaru shouted and got Jason to the ground while sharp pieces of the crown prince's sword scattered in all direction. His hair caught the pieces that headed for his face and stomach.
Davion looked at his hair holding the pieces of his shattered sword and panicked. His heart pounding in his chest at how weird it was that he had hair that could do that.
The hair held the pieces straight allowing him to see his reflection in it. "Mirror prince," he heard a silent whisper.
