PreCursive

  I had never spoken to the Prince, ever since he’d signed on with the Uprising. I mean, why would I? As far as anyone was supposed to know, I was just Grey’s odd apprehat he had picked up during his captivity.

  Certainly not a near-mythical Precursor.

  Heavens no.

  It was odd to see him down here, in the bowels of the Citadel. My uanding was that the kid was really busy these days, making reassurao the nobles involved in the Uprising and trying to reach out to others in the Kingdom. Whenever I had seen him, he’d always been surrounded by dignitaries or nobs trying to suck up to His Highness.

  However, now it was just him and his guard.

  Odd.

  Or…perhaps that was the point…

  Hmm.

  I fixed a smile on my face, bowing slightly at the waist to the Prince. “Of course, yhness. How I help you?”

  Bizarrely, the Prince’s own smile faded slightly, before fixing itself. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced, Mr…?”

  My eyes and middle ring tracked the fully armor-ight, as he took a positioo the door. Meanwhile, my mouth and outer ring were responding to the Prince. “Hart, yhness. Nathaniel Eugene,” I mentally winced. “Hart. Most simply call me Nathan.”

  “Nathan, then,” The Prinodded at me easily, wandering further into the room over to the rack taining training ons. He let his hand drift over the hilts of the swords there, as he spoke to me. “I’m given to uand that you and the Headmaster met while ensved by the Savoy?”

  Something about the Prince’s demeanor was striking me as odd, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what. Still, I answered his question. “That’s correct, yhness. I was captured by a Savoy-aligned Elven hunting party and sold to Magnus of House Savoy. Luckily, I was remao the custody of Azarus, formerly of House Savoy, where I made the acquaintany mentor.”

  “Oh, is that so?” The Prince said idly, pig out a training rapier from the rack. He swung it around a few times before clug his tongue and putting it back. He resumed his exploration of the rack. “However did these Elves capture you? I’m given to uand that they’ve been driven deeper into the Barren Forest.”

  “I wasn’t aware.” I smiled slightly to myself. “How very…unfortunate for them.” I made sure that my tone of voice was as obviously insincere as possible.

  I may have no problems with Elves in general since meeting the refugees at Sancthaven, but fuck those guys in particur. I hadn’t fotten about the group that had captured me, all those months ago.

  They were still on my list. Such as it was.

  I was just busy right now.

  To my surprise, the Prinorted at my words but nodded heless. “Indeed.” Abruptly, the Prince drew a training longsword from the rack of ons and turo face me. “Initially, Mr. Hart, I was ing down here for some ons practiy own. Would you perhaps be up to a bout with me? Purely for training purposes, of course.”

  My smile faded slightly. I flicked my gaze over at the knight gl at me from the door. He intensified his evil gaze when he saw me looking. Gng back at the Prince, I cleared my throat. “I came down here myself to test a pair of neons, yhness. However, if you desire a practice match, I will of course oblige you. I’ll…just o pick out some suitable ons of my own.”

  The Priopped me from approag the on rack with a raised hand. “No need,” He said calmly. “You may use your neons, Mr. Hart.”

  I lost my smile altogether. “Yhness, they’re quite heavily ented and structed from higher-grade materials than that.” I the longsword held loosely at this side. “I somewhat doubt your bde would withstand many blows from my new daggers.”

  The Pri my eyes. “You will use your neons.”

  That very obviously wasn’t a request.

  It was a and.

  Something was going on here.

  Although I kept my suspi off of my face using my middle ring, my c was screaming at me that this was a trap of some kind. I couldly refuse a direand from who should be my direct sn however, no matter that I had never sworn any oaths to him.

  I nodded curtly at the Prince. “By your and,” I said, wandering over to the ter of the room and away from my practice dummy. I assessed the space we’d be fighting in with a quice. Tight-fitted, rough wooden floorboards. Good grip, to my eyes. I raised them to meet the Prince’s when I was done. “What are the rules?”

  “A short match, I believe,” The Prince said evenly, walking to stand maybe five arm lengths away from me. “No Skills, no Spells or Arts. First blood for yourself, and decisive victory for me. I think that’ll do just fine. Wouldn’t you agree, Augustine?”

  The knight, apparently going by the name ‘Augustine’, grunted from his positiohe wall. “As you say, yhness.”

  “Now,” The Prince said, slowly bringing his training sword into a ready position. “Ready yourself, Mr. Hart. We begin on three. Augustine, if you would?”

  I took a deep breath before nodding. I uhed my new Oninite bdes, ahem iance I’d been intending to practi.

  One up, one down.

  I met the Prince’s eyes across the small distaween us, as Augustine closed in on our position. The knight crossed his arms. “One,” He said heavily. “Two.”

  I saw the Prince smile slightly at me.

  “Three.”

  The Prince exploded in a lunge directed at me, his sword parallel with the ground in a stab.

  My eyes widened slightly.

  Fast.

  Far faster than I’d been expeg.

  But not faster than my instincts.

  My mind sharpened, adrenaline being pumped through my body by my c, while my middle ring calmed my nerves. Of te, I’d been thinking of this as my battle trance. I could barely put into words just how easier I’d been finding bat using this state.

  And it was effective, too.

  In the split sed before his training sword could impact my chest, I calmly angled my right dagger and deflected the blow up and to my right. At the same time, I swiped at his open belly with speed born from my heightened Dexterity, stepping forward as I did so.

  I was mildly surprised when the Prince used the momentum from his parried bde to pirouette, dodging my blow. At the tail end of his spin, he skipped to the side and tried to ssh at my left side. No doubt he thought it was my weaker one.

  He would have been right, about a week ago.

  I ducked, sweeping out at his legs with my right one as I did so. The Prince seemed to have expected that, however. He hopped over my ining leg, and angled his bde down in an overhead chop with his full weight behind it.

  Hmm. I probably couldn’t block that.

  I kicked off the ground with my free leg, flipping backward and nding briefly on one hand before pushing off again. This time, spinning into the air again.

  But not backwards.

  Forwards.

  At the apex of my jump, I angled my two daggers downward like the fangs of a serpent and pluhem straight down at the Prince.

  I saw his eyes narrow up at me, as he turned his body sideways.

  With his left hand on his sword, he swept it at my right dagger, knog it off course. For my left, he reached out and grabbed my forearm with his right hand halting it in pce. We stood there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, as I felt the kiss of his training sword touch my throat.

  The Prince had used the brief moment I’d been unguarded from his parry to snake his bde up.

  Ah.

  It appears I lost the bout.

  The Prince didn’t blink as he held my gaze. “It appears that I’ve won, Mr. Hart.”

  I ined my head ever so slightly in aowledgment. “You have. But in a real battle, you would be dead, yhness.”

  His eyes narrowed. “How so? I have you dead thts, Mr. Hart. If this were a live bde, I could slit your throat at a moment's notice.”

  I let a small smile drift onto my face. “Because you asked me to use my neons, Prince Oskar. Observe.” Flipping the dagger that was still pointed down at his head away from him, I depressed the activation rune.

  Instantly, the dagger extended into its spear form, almost totally horizontal above our heads. The bed metal of my extendable spear briefly glimmered blue iorchlight of the practi.

  Prince Oskar’s eyes widened slightly in shock, his mouth parting. “How…?”

  “As well, you should look down,” I tinued, allowing my battle trao start thawing. The Prince's eyes drifted downwards at my ent.

  To see that the bde he had parried ointed upwards at his belly.

  “And…that possesses the same capability?” The Prince said slowly.

  “It does,” I firmed.

  You know, it was actually starting to get a bit awkward the ere just standing here, still locked in this stance. Why hadn’t he let go of me yet?

  “I see,” The Prince said, breaking eye tact with me finally. I saw him look over my shoulder and give a brief nod.

  I instantly tensed, activating Sylvan Vigor at full strength. I’d been suspicious of the Prince’s motives for a bit now, and that move had been suspicious enough that I was willing to suffer the faux pas if I was overreag. I tried t away from the Prin order to escape.

  But, my skill didn’t save me.

  I felt powerful metal-cd hands cmp down on my arms and wrench them behind my back. I tried to keep my hand on my daggers, but I grit my teeth as strong fiwisted them away from me, to ctter onto the floor of the practice hall. Whoever had a grip ohey were strohan my Skill enharength. Forcibly, I was shoved onto my knees in front of the Prince, hands held behind me.

  Fuck.

  I’d fotten the knight during the fight.

  “Thank you, Augustine,” I heard the Prince say. Moments ter, I felt his practice sword under my again, this time raising my head to meet the Prince's eyes once again.

  He wasn’t eveending to be friendly anymore. His eyes had gone cold.

  “Now, ‘Nathaniel Eugene Hart’,” The Prince said menagly. “I have some questions for you.”

  I may have released my battle trance already, but I smmed it bato pce. I had the feeling I was going to he calm. “About what, yhness? I must say this is highly irregur. If you had questions for me, you didn’t have th this entire…apparent farce of a practice match.”

  I felt my arms twist slightly behind me, sending a fre of pain radiating up them. I was able to bare it just fine in this state, however. I didn’t even blink at the agony, much less cry out. “Speak when spoken to, cur,” I heard Augustine behind me growl.

  The Prince didn’t respond to my question. “Several months ago, Herztalias in the Rhos court reported a dramatifrontation, where a Human man spoke of a sario simir to the ohat you described. In this report, it is said that the man described himself as a disgraced Knight of the Kingdom, having fled the fighting only to be captured and nearly ensved by elves. However, one Azarus of House Savoy was said to have saved this man, causing him to swear his life to his savior. I find it curious to hat the man gave his name as ‘Nathan Hart’.”

  I blinked slowly at the Prince's diatribe, while I felt my middle ring start howling in ughter.

  That was what this was about? My little performan Elysael’s court.

  I let a small, amused smile y lips, rexing slightly. “If you’re asking if I am that man, I firm it. Azarus and I were indeed in Rhoscara at that time, petitioning Prince Elysael. Before your man twists my arms once more, may I ask what the problem is?”

  I felt Augustine behind me growl, and his grip on my arms grow tighter. However, he was stopped fr to hurt me again by the Prince’s raised palm. “Then you do not deny impersonating a Herztalian Knight? If you were unaware, that is a crime, Mr. Hart. However, that is the least of my s. You see, from where I stand, you appear to be a suspicious individual. I find it somewhat vehat a Savoy-aligned individual, with aid from an unfavored son of House Savoy, saw to the death of their Heir. Months ter, said person appears in the midst of the Herztalian Civil War with said Savoy s, vely poised to influence key members of it. The ces are to. While you are undoubtedly guilty of impersonating a Knight, I pce a far graver crime at your feet.”

  “You see, ‘Mr. Hart’, I am acg you of being a spy.”