Fantasy (untitled) Sec 2

Yeshu held a banquet to honor his cousin. The two men spent the entire evening eating and laughing. Long after all those who had gathered had gone to sleep, Yeshu and Etal sat in the great hall talking and telling stories.
Etal wore the royal crest on his back, the royal sword on his hip and a smile on his face. Behind the smile, however, was a darkness no one suspected. Etal was tired of riding of to battle while his cousin sat on silk cushins.
The next morning, Etal stool in the highest tower of the castle and proclaimed himself the new king. Below him hung the body of his cousin, beaten beyond recognition.
Those who can remember say that Yeshu was barely recognizable as human. Most of his bones had been broken and much of the skin had been cut from his body. Etal had not just killed his cousin, he had destroyed him.
The morning after the dark night, the Ouay people looked upon the dead body of a beloved prince and then, in horror, on a beloved hero as he claimed the Binnen throne.