Inside stood Jaro with his hands behind his back and his head lowered. In front of him sat his father, King Stev and to his left was his elder brother Joran with his wife Denise.
Stev: You were trusted to keep Trece but yet you went to play in the woods with your rangers. You are worthless! If it were not for Joran the armies of Darkice would be on us!
Joran: Father...must you be so harsh?
Stev: Why defend a waste? (Hits Jaro across the face) You are not my son. You should have never been born. (Stev leaves)
Destinie: ( she only shook he head ) I would not feel that way about me if I where you....I am afriad I can not love much of anyone. I care for you, all of you but love is a hard thing for me....I have lost a lot and never been able to keep much. I trust no one. You would be much better off the fall for someone who would love you back.