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Jason moved like a shadow. Silent and invisible. Seen, but unseen. The people bustling through the streets of Phoenix would not have thought twice about him. His shoulder cloak blowing back. His armor shining black. He had one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the other clutched against his stomach, holding it as still as possible. Across his face was an expression of agony and exhaustion. One man saw Jason as he skillfully moved throughout the streets; Saxon. He was perched upon the roof tops staring down venomously at the young boy. No older than 18. As the boy moved along the man followed, never losing sight of him. Then he leaped. Coming down off the rooftops like a cat. He landed square across Jason's back and sent him sprawling flat beneath his own weight. Jason cried out in agony as his already twisted shoulder crunched and cracked under the larger man's weight. He managed to scramble to his feet. He looked at his attacker and was horrified at what he saw. "Saxon? My brother?" He said in a saddened tone. He could not believe his brother could do all this. He shook his head in disbelief. his brother smirked. Saxon pulled out a dagger from it's sheath and moved swiftly towards Jason. The crowd around them scattered in fear as the blade was pulled. Jason narrowed his eyes at the blade. Backslash. Their father's blade. Saxon jumped forwards nimbly and sliced at Jason's throat. Jason managed to dodge ungracefully and stumbled past Saxon spinning around just in time to dodge another powerful blow. He unwillingly drew his sword. He raised it with his good arm and parried a few blows before striking. Using the flat of his blade he swiped his brothers legs from beneath him and sent him crashing down. He kicked the knife from his brothers hand and pointed the tip of his blade at Saxon's throat.
"Why?" Jason asked.
"You are a disgrace to our blood line!" Saxon responded harshly.
"Disgrace? I'm the best swordsman our families ever seen!" Jason snapped back, fury rising up and forcing him to push the tip in ever so slightly drawing a slow stream of blood to start trickling down his neck. Saxon grunted painfully.
"You are a bastard child! A whores son! Not a prince!" Saxon managed to growl, the sharp blade still digging in, a little deeper every second.
"No. Not a prince, I never was. But I am your brother and you are to be King, why attempt to kill me?" Jason questioned further. He knew very well what his mother had been. He knew he would never be crowned king and he had no argument to this, he never had.
"You may as well kill me, because I won't diverge the secrets of my people." Saxon spat. Jason flinched, accidently driving the blade in. He gasped and removed it. Saxon spluttered and grasped his throat. He struggled momentarily than lay still, his blood spilling out and forming a circular puddle of red, sticky blood. Jason stepped back and stared at the scene. He didn't know what had just happened, but he figured that whatever Saxon had been speaking of, his other brothers would know about it too.
"I have seven more brothers. I cannot believe that any of them will follow Saxon's path too." He muttered to himself as he turned away from his brother and walked back towards the castle. His arm still clutching to his stomach. He took three steps before he fell. Face first into the ground. A knife deeply imbedded into his back.

Description
Jason moved like a shadow. Silent and invisible. Seen, but unseen. The people bustling through the streets of Phoenix would not have thought twice about him. His shoulder cloak blowing back. His armor shining black. He had one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the other clutched against his stomach, holding it as still as possible. Across his face was an expression of agony and exhaustion. One man saw Jason as he skillfully moved throughout the streets; Saxon. He was perched upon the roof tops staring down venomously at the young boy. No older than 18. As the boy moved along the man followed, never losing sight of him. Then he leaped. Coming down off the rooftops like a cat. He landed square across Jason's back and sent him sprawling flat beneath his own weight. Jason cried out in agony as his already twisted shoulder crunched and cracked under the larger man's weight. He managed to scramble to his feet. He looked at his attacker and was horrified at what he saw. "Saxon? My brother?" He said in a saddened tone. He could not believe his brother could do all this. He shook his head in disbelief. his brother smirked. Saxon pulled out a dagger from it's sheath and moved swiftly towards Jason. The crowd around them scattered in fear as the blade was pulled. Jason narrowed his eyes at the blade. Backslash. Their father's blade. Saxon jumped forwards nimbly and sliced at Jason's throat. Jason managed to dodge ungracefully and stumbled past Saxon spinning around just in time to dodge another powerful blow. He unwillingly drew his sword. He raised it with his good arm and parried a few blows before striking. Using the flat of his blade he swiped his brothers legs from beneath him and sent him crashing down. He kicked the knife from his brothers hand and pointed the tip of his blade at Saxon's throat.
"Why?" Jason asked.
"You are a disgrace to our blood line!" Saxon responded harshly.
"Disgrace? I'm the best swordsman our families ever seen!" Jason snapped back, fury rising up and forcing him to push the tip in ever so slightly drawing a slow stream of blood to start trickling down his neck. Saxon grunted painfully.
"You are a bastard child! A whores son! Not a prince!" Saxon managed to growl, the sharp blade still digging in, a little deeper every second.
"No. Not a prince, I never was. But I am your brother and you are to be King, why attempt to kill me?" Jason questioned further. He knew very well what his mother had been. He knew he would never be crowned king and he had no argument to this, he never had.
"You may as well kill me, because I won't diverge the secrets of my people." Saxon spat. Jason flinched, accidently driving the blade in. He gasped and removed it. Saxon spluttered and grasped his throat. He struggled momentarily than lay still, his blood spilling out and forming a circular puddle of red, sticky blood. Jason stepped back and stared at the scene. He didn't know what had just happened, but he figured that whatever Saxon had been speaking of, his other brothers would know about it too.
"I have seven more brothers. I cannot believe that any of them will follow Saxon's path too." He muttered to himself as he turned away from his brother and walked back towards the castle. His arm still clutching to his stomach. He took three steps before he fell. Face first into the ground. A knife deeply imbedded into his back.