Tayler Taleeb whistled a happy tune as he walked along the shady forest path. He was a man at 17 solar cycles, two years since having passed his Trial of the Trees in which one must survive for a week alone in the heart of the woods.
His short blonde hair complimented his eyes, which were as green as the leaves far above his head. He was not a particularly muscular individual, for most of his life Tayler lived a life free of hardships as he was training to be a Wanderer under the Lord's Chronicler. Tayler thought about his family, and of the history that led his family to be here on the edge of the Empire.
His father Danil Taleeb was the Lord's Steward, attending to the needs of the local nobility for as long as most people could remember. Tayler's mother Catherine worked as the local representative to the British Senate, and was on a business trip. Tayler's only older brother Alexei naturally studied under his father Danil to be the next Steward, as was expected of the firstborn son. At 25, Alexei was almost done with his apprenticeship and was eagerly anticipating going abroad somewhere to undergo his journeyman period. Of course, having a stellar recommendation from the Lord Ivan Zhakar would allow Alexei to be hired nearly anywhere among the nobility. The reason for this being that Lord Zhakar was one of the most powerful nobles in the British Empire. Lord Zhakar's land occupies the only accessible mountain pass between the Frankish Empire of Charlemagne and their enemy for nearly 200 years.
Bieng the only son who never had a great goal in life Tayler was discriminated in the family having spent most of his life in pursuit of his dreams in becoming a Wanderer,he was in constant regret and hatred for the family,he swore to see how far they would get with this thier attitude.
He always wanted to see their downfall while his father always wants him dead.
This has been going on with constant failed attempts to kill Tyler,Dalin Taleeb was getting more frustrated for his family's reputation was being jeopardize because of his ungrateful son as he always called Tyler and ungrateful son for not appreciating the life of a scholar given to him by Dalin so he decided to assassinate him when he returns from the Republic of Venice he planned to throw a banquet announcing his return and that's when he shall strike and finish Tyler once and for all ending the disgrace of his family.
When the News of the banquet reached the ears of Tyler who was currently at Venice under the order of lord Chronicler he was suspicious about this News of his father planning a banquet for him he knew how much his family hated him but he decided to give his father the privilege of doubting his thoughts and accepted the idea.
Soon it was the day of his arrival back to the British Empire where he was taken to his room in the mansion with a maid preparing his tuxedo for the banquet he was already 30 minutes late but he was not at fault it was due to the traffic the maid gave him a briefing on what he should expect as all the Lord's and Duke's where present at the banquet and his lateness would be perceived as arrogancy and disrespect to the nobles there.
After some minutes he was at the banquet entrance standing to the fear of what his father could do just to remove his name from the family he then decided to prevent poisoning his drink so he had to be absolutely ready for any certain things that could harm his health little did he knew that the building was surrounded with bombs ready to explode rendering everyone inside the hall dead with no way of survival.
As he entered all eyes was on him mind he was the star of the show so everyone clapped for him as the celebration began many came greeting him and forming good relationships with his parents no lady approached him because of his Ex fiancee who betrayed him to coil up favour from his brother this made him lost interest in women labeling them as gold diggers.
An announcement was made by his father asking Tyler a bold question
*"If you're to die tomorrow what would you want your legacy to be".*
He found this question strange but answered.
"Not so much of a legacy, but I would want to be known as strong. Someone who stands up, and says something. I would want my effort to show through in the things Ive done, though now I hide that. I would wish to be remembered as ambitious and hungry for more. Ive always wanted to be someone of power, and I would want my strong desire for that to be known. You have no power over what your legacy is, or who remembers you, or who tells what youve done, but power over yourself is one of the few things you can controle. I take power over myself and, I hold myself to difficult standards to asure my power. If I were to die tomorrow I would hope that people finally understood my motives and my desires, that people would understand my thoughts and my discoveries. My legacy should reflect on everything Im proud of, but nothing more. I want to recive the things that I deserve, nothing more and nothing less.If I die tomorrow I hope that there is something to show my soul and the person Ive been trying to hide all my life. I dont need a legacy, but I do need recognition. This is who I would want to be known as".
His answer brought a satisfying nod from the lords in the occasion making his father's face boil with anger as he seems to have the perfect answer for everything so he went back stage and called his butler who came and picked him and his family leaving Tyler at the occasion.
Tyler noticing the disappearance of his father knew he had been tricked and when he tried dashing for the exit the hole building was engulfed in a massive blast pushing his burning body out of the building due to the pressure of the explosion he was burning in pain as he saw his life flash through his eyes bringing out tears and his consciousness vowed to never forget the kind of life he experienced as a kind hearted person and swore never to be kind to humanity again for they had stained his soul with hatred upon them.
Slowly he lost consciousness and was left dried by the flames leaving his skeleton burning into ashes only to be blown away by the aftermath of the explosion.