Darius, Brave Prince Darius By Darius, Brave Bard Darius (No Relation) Glenn Jordan
From the harsh, frigid North hailed handsome Darius–Brave Prince Darius. He was the most beloved prince in all the land. In matters of martial might, there was none who could compare. Though second born, and undestined for the throne, far and wide as a hero he’d be known. Enter now. Come, most fateful day. First, by fair maiden Vanessa he’d be challenged by blade, And, with his swift victory, he had no cause for dismay. Hark! Sweet irony! A cause to dismay? ‘Gainst Wolf-skinned assassins to arms flew Darius—Brave Prince Darius. Silver steel flashed as he struck with his blade. Down fell foul plots that poisoned the land. Home’s most hated enemies, of a momentary weakness they’d known. For on that day, the guards were away. The eldest prince took part in a ceremony of import without compare. Fearful retaliation! Such fright without compare! A quest to the far North? The warriors knew naught but dismay. Without expected aid, Darius—Brave Prince Darius volunteered—let it be known. “I will go!” shouted Darius—Brave Prince Darius. “To the frigid North! I shall tame again this land. Now, come, brave warriors, with me and pledge your blades!” Ambush! And Capture! In death-games sang his blade! Assailed from all sides, wracked by pain with no compare! Taken and beaten, he escaped the wolfmen’s land. 25
