Hero or Villian?

Play: The Hero's entry by Ghibran (optional)

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Nicolas sat with his private secretary ,Jonathan. His face marred as he saw the file that Jonathan had given him. It was the schedule of King Philips for the next few months. What surprised him was that his schedule was blank. Not even a visit to the orphanage ,that he visits once every month.

" Are you sure this is his schedule? This doesn't look like the private schedule of The king of Adarland." Nicolas frown deepen. He turned toward Jonathan and said , "We have only four month in our hand and this is not good news. Alert our spies and give me each and every detail of what's going on in the palace."

" Yes, your majesty. And I have tried to arrange a meeting with Leonardo, but he refused to meet you." Jonathan bowed his head while talking. Nicolas' jaw clenched in anger and slammed the file on his hand roughly on the table.

"How dare he!Jonathan, get in contact with Benjamin. Ask him about all the details regarding the Duke of Tudor." Nicolas said and got up from his study table. He paused when he reached the door and turned his head slightly.His eyes glinted the darkness of his study room.

"Do your job like you have in the last ten years, or else you know very well what I could do!" His voice held a hidden threat that made Jonathan gulp.

He nodded and bowed down to his employer, the guy who has not only threatened him ,but always treated him like he owns his life.

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King Philips sat in one of his old chairs, his gaze fixed toward the wind, overlooking the garden.He coughed a few times and rubbed his chest to lessen the building pain. He knew he had very little time left and the thing that he wanted to happen , might take some time.

His old and frail form got up from his chair and went toward the nightstand. His old wrinkly hand took the key that was hidden inside the night lamp and opened the last drawer of it.

He took out the old photo frame of a couple who held a child. They looked at the camera with a happy smile on their face. The same feeling of guilt and regret filled the old king's heart as his old wrinkled hand traced the picture.

"I wish I could change the past." He said the facade of being strong and unaffected was broken and fell in the form of tears.

He knew that things were going to change in the upcoming week. The sleeping power hungry wolf will rise from their sleeping form to claim the power. But change knew what he had to do to protect the undying glory of Adarland and the house of Winchaser.

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Benjamin sat with Nicolas in the sitting room. There were four posh and luxurious couches placed diagonally with an equally beautiful table. A fireplace and on top of it was a huge painting on Nicolas with a Lion, framed with gold. And next to the fireplace was a piano that matched the whole aesthetic of the room. And the walls of the room were painted white and the whole room architecture was inspired by victorian era , with magnificent crystal chandeliers.

"So my dear friend, will you reveal it final, who is helping you with the dirty task." Benjamin took a sip from his drink and smirked.

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"Aren't you too eager to know about him?" Nicolas smirked and looked toward the door, waiting eagerly for the one who held equal darkness within him, if not more.

The one who can be compared to that of Lucifer.

[In the darkness of an old room in mansion, a tall lean silhouette could be seen walking around throw the long hallway that lead to a room. His steps held confidence and matched to that of a lion before he hunts his prey–lethal.

He entered a room which was dark and empty. The only source of light was the small window that illuminated a small part of the room. And a punching bag was hung in the middle of the empty room.]

"What is with the suspense? You are just hyping me up for no reason." Benjamin frowned and his impatient nature was clearly visible in his face. He took a sip of the dark scotch and looked at Nicolas , who had a mysterious expression on his face.

"You are you being go impatient ,my dear old friend? Remember, patience is virtue." He smirked and placed the glass of scotch on the white Victorian style table.

Benjamin pursed his lips and looked away, sighing he looked at Nicolas again, this time with doubt on his face. "Did you really hired someone to kidnap a girl?"

Nicolas just smiled. A smile that had a story of his own.

[ The lean figure walked toward the punching bag after wearing his gloves. The moon light highlighted his rugged features as he punched the bag once.

He closed his eyes and and open them. This time it held a dangerous glint to it.

Punch

He punched it again and again.

Sweat bead formed in his forehead ,but the punch landed on the punching bag was strong than the other.]

"Nicolas , enough of this mystery. Are you even going to tell me what going on?" Benjamin was getting furious by the behavior of Nicolas. Who now, was standing next to the window of the room that over looked the beautiful palace garden. A cigarette on his hand and as he too a drag from it.

"Just few more moments, you can see him yourself." Nicolas turned his head slightly and smirked. His eyes held a mirth ,as if this whole this was his play.

[ The punching bag swung from left to right as the he punched the bag with full force. And with one final hit, he stop the bag from.moving by holding it with his hand on either side of it.

Panting heavily, he still had to look of satisfaction.

He opened the gloves and walked out of the room towards the other end of the room with his gloves in one hand and a water bottle on the other.

Entering inside, he closed the door and pored water all over his face. And then looked at himself in the mirror.

His heterochromatic eyes started back at him.

And just like they say, mirror never lies, it didn't.

He shook his head and quickly got a towel and wiped his face. He looked at himself one last time in the mirror before turning and moving toward the small closet. A temporary setup untill he tames the wild girl he held on captive. ]

"What? Why should I wait? Now I am really rethinking my decision of having you play this game." Benjamin got up from.his chair , outraged by Nicolas's behavior.

He was a royal, and no matter what, this whole thing has hurt his ego.

"Wow, wow, calm down. Don't you want all the power? Why am I even asking such question? Because of course you do, or else who should you even stand here in the land of your enemy, asking for his help?"He exhaled the venoms's gray smoke of cigarettes, his voice held a tone of sarcasm.

"Enough, if you are going to play this game, play it fair! Just because you are the king, you have got all the prevail, unlike me!" Benjamin was fuming as he heard Nicolas. He placed his glass of scotch rather harshly on the table and got up to leave.

"He is faster like chetah." Nicolas words paused Benjamin.

[He lifted his shirt and threw it in the corner. His sculpted back dipped and stretch with each and every move of his body.

He pulled a crimson uniform and wore it]

"He is cunning like a fox." Benjamin turned totally toward Nicolas, who had a far away look on his face.

"And a heart of lion."

[He wore closed his cufflinks and looked at himself one last time in the mirror.

And the game begins. Thought he and walked away.]

"He is the one who can do it properly. he is the only one who can do such works properly." Benjamin looked at Nicolas curious and took a step closer to where he stood and said , "But who is he?"

"He is my shadow." Nicolas turned towards Benjamin with a smirk and raised the glass.

And just than the sound of mahogany door opened.

"Because he is my son , Benjamin."

Foot steps approached toward the center of the room that made Benjamin turn his head toward the direction Nicolas was looking.

"Because he is non other than, Xavier Jordan 'Morningstar'."