Cynraede and Brondir sat opposite from each other around the campfire. Brondir, the man who had taught him since he was but a young boy. They both had been thrown out of the city, on accounts of treason and were never allowed to come back. Cynraede sat quietly as he ate a piece of whey bread as he stared at Brondir, his thoughts running wild about what had just happened. "Is it true? Did you really act against the city?" He young man asked to his peer, watching his movements and reactions carefully. "That deppends on what you could consider treason. Look at it boy, the city lies in ruin because of people doing nothing to keep watch and maintain safety." Brondir hissed before he took sip of the soup he had made. Cyn was disgusted with the excuse he had given. He felt as if he had been living a lie this whole time, everything he had taught him. Was it even true about what ran through his veins? Questions flew around his head and made him doubt the every choice he had made. "You truly are lower than dirt, lower than the cattle that eat in the fields. I am even sorry that I met you." Cynraede stood as he tossed crust of bread aside, looking to the man before him. "Watch your tongue with me boy or i'll use it to clean my blade!" Brondir snapped as he continued to eat, not paying Cynraede any mind as he walked to the bushes behind him. Quicky and quietly Cynraede pulled is dagger and burried it deep within Brondir's neck, holding him till he had stopped twitching. "I considered you my friend, and you betrayed me and my home. My people will know justice." He whispered as he dropped Brondir's body, letting it the ground with a thump.
Cynraede woke up, his hand on the hilt of his dagger as he lay under the tree. He lay silent, just closing his eyes and remember what the beautiful city looked like.
