Darkness And Light, S.K Nuanes [intellectual books to read TXT] 📗

"Blood is thicker then water, if that is so what is thicker then hatred?"

Two men were carrying, a rare crown in the wagon two horses were pulling the wagon, one of the men said, "Can't believe we got in, and stole the crown from the tomb."
"Yeah, this crown being sold on the black market. We will make millions!" The other man said, as he looked back at the wrapped up package. Then the horses stopped and reared up, something let out a low growl and slashed the tires off of the wagon. Then the two men were taken from the wagon, and hung by their guts from a tree. As if their guts were ropes. The creature growled, and ran off into the fog, which consumed the wagon.


"There was another attack last night, near passageway 56." A boy said, sticking a safety pin in the spot where it happened.
"Give me more details." Lysander said, as he looked at the map.
Lysander was sixteen, he had short light brown hair, he always kept it up with barely a spike in the front, his eyes were a gentle silver, he had on a short sleeve dark green shirt, with dark blue jeans, he had on blue sneakers.
"It must been around, midnight. They were found hanging from trees, by their guts. They appeared to be robbers, they stole your mothers crown." A boy said, sighing looking at his friend.
"My...mother's crown?" Lysander asked, looking at him his eyes widening.
His friend nodded, his friend had dark tone, his hair was a dark brown, his left eye was green, his right eye was blue. He wore a dark blue shirt, and dark blue jeans as well. He looked about fifteen.
"Yeah, they were trying to steal it, so they could make money." The friend sighed.
Lysander exhaled and looked down for a second then back up, "Why didn't the guards do anything?"
"I'm not sure, maybe Maso---" The friend started, before Lysander cut him off.
As Lysander made his way towards the exit, he stopped and turned towards his friend, "Mason, is the last person I am going to trust."

The empire was divided into three parts, the low class, middle class, and then there was the castle. The high class. It was like a regular society, expect for a few changes. Where Lysander would meet up with his friend, was in the low class. As he passed through, no one would make eye contact with him. In the center of the slum, there were stocks. No one was in them today, but Lysander wondered how long it would be until another body. "Lysander!"
He turned around, there was his friend from earlier, who was patting trying to catch his breath.
"What's wrong?" Lysander asked.
"A guard is harassing a family, who couldn't pay their taxes." The friend said, pointing down the road.
Lysander exhaled then went into a old shed, that didn't look appealing.
The friend, stayed outside and watched the door.
"What are you going to do?"
Lysander was silent then said, "You know the answer to that."
Then Lysander took the back way out, and jumped onto the roof, and ran across the roof tops, as if they were nothing but stepping stones.
He wore a silver Volto Luna Mac mask, it covered most of the face expect for most of the left side of the face, it went around the left eye, the mask also went behind his head, the mask went on top of his head and touched the front of the mask, a black muscle shirt, with black pants as well, he had long silver twin blades, being carried on his back, and he put one blue contact in his left eye, and a gentle white color in the right side.
Lysander arrived at the store, where the taxer collected was destroying everything inside. Lysander watched from the roof across the street, he threw a smoke grenade through the window. Then he jumped over to the store, and jumped through a window, and grabbed the guard then threw him on the ground, and Lysander pulled the twin blades out. He stabbed both the swords down on the guy, so the guard was stuck. "Mommy, its Zero!"
The family watched from a distance, as their savior took care of the guard. After the guard was killed, Lysander looked at the family, then walked over to them. And pulled a some sack of coins, and he gave it to the father, "Please accept this, when they come back to collect taxes again. Give it to them."
"No Zero, we can't take this." The father said, sighing handing it back over.
Lysander looked at them, "Its nothing to me, you need it more then I do."
"You sure?" The mother asked, coughing.
Lysander nodded then said, "Keep it."
"Thank you." The father said.
After that, Lysander jumped out the back window and raced back to the shed, where his friend was still waiting.
"Back yet?"
"Yeah, sorry." Lysander sighed, changing in the shed.
Then once he was done, Lysander stepped out and kept walking with his friend, "Does you know who, know about...your alter ego?"
"No, he doesn't need to know its me. They know there is someone who goes, by the name of Zero. They don't know who it is." Lysander said, sighing.
"Well I'm off, say hi to Sami for me."
Lysander watched his friend walk away, he sighed and walked to the castle. Where his father, half brother, and his younger sister all lived.


"Who's that?" A girl asked, looking towards the doors.
The maid looked up, Lysander walked inside and saw his little sister who had long wavy light blonde hair, she had pale skin, she was skin and bones, she had on a blue night gown, she looked ten or eleven years old and, her eyes were misty.
Sami smiled and got up from the sofa, and ran towards Lysander and hugged him.
"Did you enjoy your walk?" The maid asked.
Lysander held his sister in his arms, "Yeah..."
The maid pushed a cart, that had a tea pot, and some cups. She poured some tea for Sami. Lysander held Sami hand, as they sat on the red velvet sofa. "Lysander? Care for some tea?" The maid asked.
"Where were you?" Sami asked, softly.
Lysander looked down at his sister, "Don't worry sis."
The maid walked over, and handed the cup of tea to Sami.
Sami gently sipped, the cup Lysander smiled watching his sister.
"It's spring Sami, aren't you excited?" The maid asked, smiling at the siblings bonding.
Lysander looked at the maid, raising an eyebrow, "Oh right, the spring festival?"
The maid nodded then said, "Oh, Lysander your father court wishes to speak to you."
"When?" Lysander asked, raising an eyebrow.
The maid gestured, towards the hallway, indicating it had to be now.
"Sami, I will be back soon."
Sami looked at her brother, and frowned, "Brother don't leave me."
Lysander hugged his sister, then whispered to her, "I will be back, I promise. Then we can do anything you like."
"Promise?" Sami asked, wiping away her tears.
"Don't cry now, you wouldn't want to make me sad right?" Lysander said, in a gentle tone.
Sami shook her head rapidly then said with a smile, "I won't cry, for brother!"
The maid smiled, watching the two siblings bond and how Sami would only smile for her one true brother. Lysander.


Lysander arrived into the meeting a little late, there were six men on two tables, three on the right, three on the left, and there was a large bed. With pillows and curtains. The curtains were closed, but there was a figure inside of the small area.
"You're late." A man said, looking at Lysander and questioning his clothing.
Lysander noticed he still had on the green shirt and jeans.
"I'm sorry, do forgive me." Lysander said, looking down.
"Forgive him...." A old voice said.
It sounded, weak, and seemed like the person had a sore throat.
"Father, shouldn't you be resting?" Lysander asked, looking at where his father sat behind the curtains. You couldn't see through the curtains, yet Lysander knew his father's voice.
"There, are other matters that need to be discussed." Father said, in a rusty voice.
Lysander took a seat, and looked at the curtains waiting for his father to go on.
"What are the issues?" Lysander asked.
There was a short pause before, "I'm growing weaker, one must take the empire. If no one claims the throne. The empire...will be nothing but rubble within weeks."
"Father, I am just not fit to be known as emperor." Lysander said, exhaling looking down.
There was silence, Lysander could see people rolling their eyes.
"Son, are you familiar with the man named Zero?" Father asked, coughing.
Lysander knew, that his alter ego was a wanted man.
"Yes, what does he have to do with anything?" Lysander asked, looking up at the curtain.
Father then spoke, "He is a disgrace, we will need to have security at the festival."
Lysander looked at the other men, then at his father, "Is there anything else?"
There was silence, then loud intense coughing, "Yes, you may leave."

Lysander made his way back to Sami's room, he opened the large golden door, there stood someone talking to Sami.
"You aren't Lysander." Sami said, looking at the figure who held her hand.
"Hey, Sami. It's me." The figure said.
He was tall, looked sixteen, he had short dark brown hair, that rested down, he had more of a tan then Lysander, the figure had a black jacket, with a grey hood, dark blue jeans. The figure turned around and looked at Lysander.
"Mason." Lysander said, narrowing his eyes.
"Lysander, its a pleasure to see you again." Mason said, letting go of Sami's hand.
The half brothers stared one another down.
"Sami, me and Mason are going to talk outside. Then we can do anything you like." Lysander said, over his shoulder as he left the room. Mason followed his brother, they were standing in the hallway, it was silent between them.
"Where have you been?" Lysander whispered.
Mason shrugged then said, "Traveling, I heard about the robbery last night."
Lysander looked at his brother then narrowed his eyes again, "So you know, about the attack."
"Yup, shape shifter I would assume." Mason said, shrugging.
Lysander looked at Mason and softened his glare, "How long, have you been in town?"
"Just got in, it was a long trip. How is father?" Mason asked, raising a eyebrow at Lysander.
"Not so well, he still very ill." Lysander said, looking at a picture on the wall.
Mason looked at his brother, "Allow me to take the title of emperor."
"You aren't first in line, furthermore, even if I allowed you to take it. Father would never allow it." Lysander said, low.
"As long you're alive, you stand in my way. Foolish as always. We will see who is left standing." Mason said, low. He walked away down the hall.
Lysander knew, that Mason was determined to take the grand title. Even if it meant, killing him.


"The emperor is very ill." A voice said, walking into a private saloon. A figure sat in the dark, as they played with some gold coins. Admiring how valuable they were. "Of course, he has Lismplily. A illness that slowly makes you weak, then consumes your lungs, then bladder, then your mind making you see things that aren't there. Then finally a heart attack." The figure said.
"What about the children, if the emperor dies.