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Two Moons of Sigmar
Book One of
The Chain of Destiny
By: Alexander Murphy

Intro

(This is Algus talking to the reader.)

I never thought my life could be more perfect. A mother with care and affection, and a brother to stand by my side. My father shattered this serenity with anger and hatred. I also felt resentment towards him, for he spent all his time with brother. Mother was always at my side to cradle me in her arms.

I find it strange how love affects a man. Even when there seems nothing to live for. If you die, you not only break yourself, but the ones you love. Love affects a man, maybe for the better, maybe for the worst.

Even after all that has happened, I find that it is hard to let go what you feel guilty for. Not being able to be near them, to stand in my prison and watch with shame and fear for them. My prison.

My story dosen't begin here, but more so, how I came to be.

-Algus D. Wolfbane
The Silver Wolf
The Bloody Reaper

"Your Highness," The red eyed child began but stopped as he saw the child next to him observe the white, gleaming walls with countless colorful tapestries. He leaned close and smiled slightly. "This is amazing, is it not? Your first time here, Algus?"

Algus nodded then said, "Yes it is really magnificent, and to think that grandpa made this so long ago!" Azure floors and a golden ceiling with tracings of angels lined in silver displayed the magnificance of the kingdom of Sigmar. Algus whispered into his ear, "Armageddon, you might want to finish before father gets angry."

Armageddon chuckled quietly, "Okay, okay. Your Highness, excuse me for the interruption. As I was saying, the Meyshar, or water conjurers so to speak, have made no attempt to cross the northern borders. The Dunjir have our men in a deadlock. They seemed to have improved and now they overmass our southern berder. The forests to the west wave nothing hiding. I checked personally. Algus give your report about the east."

Algus cleared his throat and retrieved a bag and took a look through to make sure the items were there. "Your Majesty, uh Highness, excuse my delay on my return. The kingdom of Gelteen was in disarray. The Queen Vintera passed away but three days prior to my visit. Their gift of condolences far exceeded our own, but I gave what I had."

"Thank you, both of you. You have the rest of the day off. Armageddon heres fifty sem. Remember to get a good nights sleep. You are dismissed." The king waved his hand for them to go.

Algus turned around and grasped his left arm. Armageddon looked at Algus and then his bloodied arm, "Uh, Algus? Lets go see Klyte. He can help with your arm." Algus nodded his head and headed down the corridor.

As they reached the door the doctor, a scrawny, gray-haired, hunch backed, brown eyed man looked up and said, "I thought you wouldn't come awake. You should have come here first." Algus looked down at the floor and replied "Yeah, but you know how my father is to me, says I act to kindly and willfully, like my mother."

"Well damn you father for thinking that. Your mother is one of the best women I have ever known." The doctor, Klyte, is a nice, kind hearted man, but tends to have a mouth and dosent care if his patients are servants or the king himself. He bade them to come in.

Algus removed his armor and shirt to reveal several minor cuts and three gashes on his arm, along with two broken arrow shafts protruding from his forearm. Klyte tisked as he laid a hand on the shafts and

He could have shown some appreciation towards him for helping.

"Whats wrong? You normally don't think unless it is important." Algus said as he laughed. Armageddon replied, "Oh, haha, Its just about father and why he didn't say anything about your arm."

"Well like Klyte said, damn him. He's more of a man just there. It just feels like I am always getting in his way."

They stopped at the door the Algus' room, and Algus turned to Armageddon. "I'll meet you over by the smith in half an hour ok?" As Armageddon walked away he lifted one arm and seemed to wave it off, "All right, but this time, make sure you wear common clothes, if we're to be on the streets for a while. You know how people swarm us." He turned down the hall as Algus entered the bedroom to change out of his blood stained armor and into clean clothes, all the while thinking of how his father can treat his mother the way he does. He walked out of the room and said to himself, "Tomorrow I will be fifty years old. Hopefully father will accept me then."

Two hours later, Algus was sitting on his bed, covering himself, looking at Armageddon on the chair. Armageddon was garbed in dark red breeches with a long sleeved, red shirt, all trinned in gold with the design of a lion going up his sleeves. He stood up, and his giant body reached six feet seven inches, his face resembling their father's. His body was built muscularly, if slender. Algus looked at the door to see his mother standing there with tears in her eyes.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Algus asked with concern. Armageddon smiled and said, "Well I guess we're growing up too fast."

"My babies, you have grown soo much...promise me this." She hesitated. "If you ever fall in love, please never become your father." She handed Algus his clothing and he looked up and Armageddon said with Algus "I promise."

As Algus put his clothes on, he saw that there was a silver wolf on his shirt and pants. He realized that, unlike his brother, his clothes were midnight blue. As he pulled on his new boots, a man came in the door and said "Your Majesty, Prince Algus. The king wishes to see you in the central gardens by noon. If you may."

"Sir, what will you have us do as punishment?" The soldiers eyes were downcast. "You know I personally hate hurting people, but your intentions were good. Please, the only thing I ask is for you to move so as to not upset my father." Algus smiled and put his hand on the captain's shoulder. "Oh, and keep this between us." Algus whispered. As Algus entered the garden he heard the captain yell orders, "Return to your posts! Do not falter!"

Algus stopped as the door closed and locked behind him. Something flickered in the sky. He blinked. A bat? He felt a pain in his right hand as it was raised to greet his father. He saw a Royal Dagger imbedded in his hand. "Why? Gerard, why do you insist on hurting him further?" said his mother's voice from somewhere nearby. Algus pulled the dagger out and threw it at a tree. The shilouette of a man came from the tree clutching his arm as blood spasmed out.

"Attentive, patient, kind." Said his father. "You did not hesitate. Why? Even though I am royalty?"

"Even in battle, royalty does not matter, you live or die. That is war. Nobody, not even you, is different from anyone else on the battlefield. But, why did I do it? You sicken me as a father, you cold, heartless b*****d!"

Gerard got into a kneeling postion, holding his throat. "Because he is filth, always was and always will be." He spat on the ground, blood streaming frmo his mouth. Out of nowhere a sword appears in his right hand and he stabs at Algus.

Blood flew from Algus' mouth, he looked at the sword protruding from his stomach. Algus turned and snapped the sword in half. He backhanded Greard in the face, and Algus suddenly found a strange sword in his hand. Too heavy to lift with one hand, Algus siezed the hilt and lifted it into the air. There was a ring when the sunlight hit the obsidian, double-bladed sword.

"This sword," Algus started, but stopped when he started to feel lightheaded. He took his right hand, grabbed the scimitar blade, and pulled it out of his stomach. He droped the blade and his own sword vanishes. Algus stumbled to his mother, the earth rushed up to meet him, and everything went black.

* ** ** *

Algus woke up and it was black everywhere. He sat up and hit his head on the cieling. Someone came in with a candle, he noticed it was a woman. He grabbed her arm and said, "How long have I been out?"

"Nearly three days m'lord, you mother is worried."