_"Prince Kaden my boy, how are you doing?" A weakened older mouse asked. He wasn't old, but the mouse was the age of a father, and his time behind bars in the Winder kingdom's prison had aged him significantly. Brillo spoke softly, like a father to his son. The mouse forced himself up to the bars that concealed him.
Kaden, a little bit younger then he was currently, but not much, stood at the cell silently. His eyes lost, frigid as ever, and dark. The weasel looked back and forth before sighing.
"Fine. You ready Brillo?" The weasel asked, almost choking as he spoke.
Brillo's eyes began to water, but he shut them tight, banishing the tears immediately.
"As ready as I'll ever be." The mouse replied, forcing a smile. He held at his paws, and Kaden shackled them. The weasel then pulled the mouse forward, heading down a long hallway.
Kaden rolled his eyes.
"Sure. Glad to hear." The weasel whispered plainly, his half open eyes focused on the path ahead.
There was an eerie and awkward silence between the two. At the end of the hall, Kaden stopped looking to the door, and then back to Brillo.
"I promise you, it'll be quick." The weasel said, almost trying to comforting the mouse.
Brillo hesitated before speaking. The mouse played with his shackles, before looking up at the tall weasel as if it was his last chance to speak. "Kaden, how's the Duskbringer? Did I forge it well?"
The weasel paused, as if holding back tears of his own. A small smile formed. "Aye, you did."
Brillo smiled contently. "Good," he began softly. After another pause, he nodded to the weasel. "I want you to know, you're not like them." The mouse whispered, before opening the door and approaching the noose that dangled in desperation for his neck._
Kaden's eyes snapped open. He looked at Duskbringer and sighed. He was once again on his own. The weasel made sure to leave in the middle of the night from Temperance's little cabin. Unfortunately, after an hour or so of travel, he had decided to drift back into sleep.
The weasel glanced at the full moon, shaking his head. Wolfess, thank-you for the hospitality I guess. He thought, thinking he should at least mentally thank her for the time he had stayed there. It was now time for him to move on right? As always? Shrugging at the thought, the weasel forced himself to his feet and started to head off down the road, unaware of the Abbey that would eventually stand in his way.