Death to Power
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 3: Kaden Warborn
Clack—!
A wooden sword hit the dirt.
So did the boy holding it.
“Argh—!”
Kaden groaned as he hit the ground, clutching his hand, now flushed red from the impact.
“Get up.”
The voice was cold. Unforgiving.
A girl stood over him—tall, graceful, deadly. Seventeen, with long black hair and eyes like molten blood.
Daela Warborn. His older sister.
A true Warborn through and through.
She stood still, wooden sword in hand, eyes sharp and emotionless.
“I said get up, Kaden.”
Kaden, just ten years old, grit his teeth and forced himself up. His legs wobbled. His grip shook. But he picked up the sword anyway.
Daela frowned.
“Why’s your body still this weak?”
It wasn’t the first time she asked.
The Warborn bloodline was built different—made for war, molded by battle. Their bodies were born strong and adapted fast. Garros. Dain. Even Daela. All of them were monsters in human skin.
But Kaden?
To them, he was fragile.
Still above average by normal standards—but average was a curse in this family.
The Warborn didn’t raise average.
They raised elites.
“Leave him.”
A voice sliced through the tension.
Both siblings turned.
Their mother stood nearby, robed in black and red silk, her presence regal and cold as a blade. Her black eyes shimmered, unreadable.
Sarena Warborn.
“I told you to go easy on him, Daela.”
“Easy? Mother, I was going easy,” Daela shot back.
“Then go easier.”
The words were calm, almost bored—but they carried weight.
Daela scowled. “He’s a Warborn. There is no easy for us. His body is already weak. He has to work twice as hard as anyone.”
“I am working harder.” Kaden’s voice was low—but sharp.
His red eyes glinted with a quiet fury.
“Just because it doesn’t meet your expectations doesn’t mean I’m not giving it everything I’ve got.”
“Oh? You’re talking back now?” Daela stepped forward.
But—
“Daela.”
Shiver—!
She froze.
Her gaze snapped to Sarena.
Their mother’s eyes were voids. Deep, dark, terrifying.
“Do you miss my training, Daela?” Sarena asked, voice soft. “Is that what this is?”
Daela clicked her tongue and turned away.
“Tch. I’m going to train.”
As she walked, two black swords materialized on her hips. She disappeared without another word.
‘Tsk being weak will only get you killed in this world.’ Daela thought silently. Her red eyes cold.
All she wanted was to make her brother strong.
Sarena let out a quiet sigh and looked back to Kaden, still standing in the dirt.
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