Sweat trickled down the side of Lord Draven's face, he stood perplexed in fear, standing before him was his commoner bastard son. The only one whom he had given no training or tutors whatsoever.
Yet was able to suppress an experienced aura user while simultaneously using magic at such an advanced level that left Lord Draven stunned.
The room has lost its light, as though the darkness feasted upon the light, instinctively Lord Draven knew that there was nothing he could do to control his bastard son. He was a wild card.
Never had he thought that he had birthed such a monster. 'Aah Lisa. If only I hadn't abandoned you and your son, would this still be the case?' he thought to himself as he dropped to his knees.
Exhausted and Tired.
"Stop …" he whispered.
There was an uncommon silence about the room, as though everyone had heard the words of Lord Draven, but no one could quite believe them.
And Lord Draven understood why. These fools gathered around him, they didn't understand the threat that his bastard son was. In all truth, it would be better to let him leave the estate than trying to forcefully control him.
He killed every last one of the bandits sent against him. Lord Draven had thought he would die, fade away and have his house looted, hopefully as a way to placate 'That Man'. But Lord Draven comes to see his bastard son alive and well with bodies laid about across the yard with marks on their bodies that bore the precision of an experienced killer.
"Just Stop… I'll give you what you want!" He said louder this time. He bent his head low as he spoke, knowing that he had no power against his bastard.
"But Lord Draven, he has sullied the name of the Draven family, surely you can't let him go!' Sir Caster shouted whilst pointing his weapon at Kael.
Lord Draven shook his head slightly. Even his knight was a fool.
"Sir Caster, a question if I may" Lord Draven asked.
The knight withdrew his weapon and placed it by his side, Kael still watched them both from inside his mana shield, carefully watching them.
"Can you bring me his head in confidence?" Lord Draven pointed towards Kael, then looked back to her Knight.
Sire Caster looked away, a little ashamed of himself because he understood the intentions of Lord Draven's question, but a Knight's honor would never let them see reason when the need be.
"Answer me Caster."
The knight slowly shook his head.
"And what hope do the rest of us have?" He asked tiredly as he got up from his seat and slumped into his chair, he reached into his desk and found a piece of document with a wax seal by the side.
He brought out a jar of ink, a feather and a good piece of quality paper. He began scribbling down words.
"But surely, we can't take this disrespect, what will the other families say about us?" Sir Caster asked stubbornly, he wouldn't back down, he felt as though his honor as a knight had been taken from him.
"Would you rather we join the bodies that lay about in the yard?" Lord Draven asked without looking up, he was finished writing, he reached for the stamp and wax, brought out a lighter and lit the ball of wax to melt it.
Next he pressed the seal onto the lip of the paper after carefully folding it. He slid it before him to the end of the desk towards Kael.
Lord Draven felt the energy on the room shift, the pressure lifted as he could see the light, his magic barrier was gone, and he simply stood there, unfazed and unbothered.
Lord Draven suddenly felt the drive to reach out, take the piece of paper and tear it to shreds.
Why had he written it?
Why was he letting the bastard go?
Why had he been scared and on his knees?
Before Lord Draven's hand could reach for the paper, Kael's hand rested on top of it. He smiled at Lord Draven.
"How does it feel to be oppressed? To not have control over your feelings? To be persuaded against your nature and suddenly brought back to your senses? Interesting isn't it?". A low chuckle escaped from his throat as he slipped the paper into his cloak.
Lord Draven remained stunned, everything he had said was indeed what he had experienced, he hadn't wanted to write the Letter of Truce. But he did, he felt a drive to do so.
"No…." Lord Draven tried to reach out, but held himself back, biting his lip in frustration.
"And for good measure, I'll be taking one of your children with me, just so you wouldn't do anything stupid. After I get this verified at the Capitol, then I'll release your child back to you" he strode away from Lord Draven and pointed at a young girl of about the same age as Kael.
"Not Liora!" Lord Draven's voice boomed out in anger, but Shadow held her by the hand and leapt out through the window. Lord Draven hurriedly to the window, broken glass lay strewn across the ground.
"You Bastard! Give my daughter back!" He shouted as loud as he could, the soldier's beneath heard the Lord's voice and all turned to Shadow who was happily running away with a hostage in hand.
"Catch him! Catch the damned bastard and bring back my daughter now!!!" The guards scampered around confused but followed through with the command.
Shadow smiled at himself, he was finally free. And now he was just getting started. He would live this life to the best.