Ezra Zephyr and Peza Bloodfire finally met with no one around to stop them.
Ezra Zephyr stared at the long eyes of Peza Bloodfire, ready to tackle him at any time.
A familiar voice rang inside his head. "Calm boy, he has no intentions to fight." It was Fenrir.
Ezra acknowledge Fenrir's words and asked the man confronting him. "Does senior brother need something?"
Peza, who was smiling and getting closer to the prince with his each step opened his mouth. "Who are you?"
The prince was perplexed at the question, saveral thoughts ran across his mind. "I am Ezra Zephyr, anything else should be inconvenient for you."
Peza finally stopped his gradual walk, two feet away from the prince and said. "A man from remote continent whose empire was crumbled by his own duke, reduced to mere few cities."
The atmosphere changed, temperature rose as a spark of anger ignited in Ezra's eyes.
