The glass tear

The pladin had just arrived when Zeke showed up, and Xextariona wasn't at all happy. Her countannance showed that. It was a deep expression that was hidden in the dark abyss of her eyes, and only the mood she was in scared the pladin.1

"I came here to warn you and you insist on disrespecting me. How rood! My own mother would have had a fit at the whole thing. Pity you dragons and basalisks." The pladin complained, Odiously. What was it that made both Zeke and Xextariona flinch ar his tears? And was he really crying? Who knew? "My poor deceased mother! Shame she left me with the likes of you- or the DISlikes to be prefered. Humph." Why was he still here? Echoes of the cave hurried through to the calm outdoors. Zeke looked out into the sunlit field and let out a jet of flame. "The rain has stopped, so I can go home. And as for you, Pladin Narcisio, you should be with your sister, deem you not?" Zeke scholded at the vain pladin that walked the earth he stood on. How dare he think he is and was better than anyone else. His name suits him well, he thought looking at the frowning velvet jester-like prince. He wasn't really a prince, but most people put it in gossip that his mother was the queen of Oham. "Some queen," The pladin would mutter. "to leave ME here with these beasts." But the 'beasts' he was refering to were his guardians, and his mother was their rider. Until, that is, She came down with bad laryingitus and her brain stopped working. The consequenses were final. She would have to be put to an end. It was in her will, that if she was mentally hurt, it was a chosen dragon or basilisk's job to take care of the children. But, it only went up to the year of sixteen. Narcisio was eleven, and acted like he was two. "Some Prince," Zeke would say back to the pladin. "to who's mother gave me this buffoon." And of which Narcisio would say, "Nor are you capable to gain controll of me. Tisk Tisk." And that got Zeke mad. But Xextariona was there.