Castor stirred suddenly. His deep sleep interrupted. It took a few moments for him to gain composure. The room was dimly lit yet it still took adjusting to. A voice came from the corner of the room, shrouded in shadow. “Greetings Uncle, sorry to disturb your sleep, you looked so peaceful”. Castor turned his eyes to the side where his sword and dagger normally hung. The scabbards were empty.

“Looking for these” came the voice. Castor now knew he was at the mercy of his mid night visitor. “Leave now and you will live” Castor stated softly but firmly.

“Live? Do you call what I have now life? Dear uncle I have nothing to lose. ” Oscar walked slowly forward, the low light slowly revealing his face and the weapons in his hands.

“Are these the tools you used to kill my family or did you even have the stomach to do it yourself?”. By now Oscar stood at the bed’s edge and had the tip of the sword pointing at his uncle’s chin. “Your death will not come tonight dear uncle but it will be by my hand”.