Konnor opened the letter slowly. He stared out the window of his mansion. He had to have gotten in. 

He tore a sliver of paper off. 

Konnor tore another sliver. He saw the golden emblem of the AFHA on the note. He tore another sliver, and another. They had to have… His father…

Konnor growled at the letter, gaining a new surge of confidence. Why would they refuse him anyways? He was a healer, and part of the richest family in the land. 

Konnor slipped the paper out of the envelope completely. He opened it. 

Hello Hero Konnor,  We’re sorry to inform you-

Konnor mashed his hands together, flattening the paper, then he shredded it into pieces in anger. 

He calmly turned around and rested his hands on a drawer in the hallway. He gripped it hard.

The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

“FUCK!”  

He swiveled his body around, along with the dresser and hurled it out the window. Plates and other trinkets flew off as it did. 

After he was done, he shouted at the top of his lungs and kicked the pieces of shredded paper around. 

Bren stood behind him silently, not having said a single word since his arrival. Konnor almost forgot he was even there. Bren followed him everywhere, which gave him a sense of leadership, but sometimes Bren just didn’t know when the fuck off.

Konnor stormed off to the dining room. Forrast, one of the maids, served him a plate of steaming pasta, A recipe straight from the heart of the east. 

He was about to dig in when he caught sight of Bren pulling up a seat across on the far end of the table. He turned down Forrast’s offer to get him food. 

He’s fasting, huh? Who does he think he is, a monk?

“Goddamnit Bren, eat something! You aren’t even fat!”

I am going to the gym. I am going to practice. I run better on an empty stomach. He signed. 

“That’s a load of bullshit. Who ever told you that?”

I don’t really know. Maybe it's just a habit. He signed. You are fat though.

“I literally have a six pack.” Konnor scoffed. He pulled up his suit. “Right there, you see it?”

I do not.

Bren pulled up his shirt, revealing 8 pack abs. 

I have two more than you. You didn’t earn yours either. You were just born with it because you have a faster metabolism.

Konnor rolled his eyes. “Metabolism? That's a big word for a guy who’s a peasant.”

I am not a peasant. He signed. Just because you are full-blooded, does not mean you are stronger than I.  

“Whatever.”