650 BC. The Persian Empire
"Lothan! Where are you?!"
King Askhan called out.
"Coming father!"
Lothan replied.
Lothan—
18 years old, caramel skinned, brown haired, 5"10 in height, brown eyes, slightly buffed. He having an oval looking face.
He was born into the royal family, the rulers of the Persian empire.
His father- King Askhan, mother- Queen Viana, and elder sister- Princess Jasmine.
His late elder brother, Darius died five years ago and according to his father, Darius was killed by the dark kingdom.
Darius was one of the greatest warriors to have ever lived since the dawn of Persia. The title 'The Prince of Persia' always drives fear into the hearts of men, even till this day.
Lothan made a vow the day he heard of his brother's death; to become the greatest king that ever lived and destroy the dark kingdom as vengeance for his brother.
Lothan and Darius were inseparable growing up. Lothan looked up to his elder brother and wanted to be like him, be as strong as him, be a brave fighter like him.
Everything Lothan has accomplished in his life was motivated with the will of being like his brother, Darius.
Today is Lothan's coronation, the day he would be crowned Prince.
"Young master, your clothes are ready."
Jethro, Lothan's personal guard walked into his room with the outfit to put on.
"Oh yes, my favourite colour, lovely."
Lothan exclaimed upon seeing the brown robe with a brown inner long sleeved shirt, brown trousers and brown sandals.
The robe had crests and embroidery on it.
After Lothan got dressed, Jethro escorted him to the throne room where the coronation was to take place.
"Here you go."
Jethro taking Lothan to his seat which was by the right hand side of his father's throne, while his mum and sister had theirs by the left.
After several entertainment from bards and dancers it was time.
King Askhan rose up, lifting up his staff which had a ruby on its tip.
"Come forward son."
Lothan stood up and walked to face his father.
"Kneel."
Lothan kneeling as the king's royal advisor brought the crown forward in a palette and presented it to the king.
"By the power vested upon me as King over the Persian Empire. I crown you Lothan, The Prince of Persia."
King Askhan wore the crown, which was golden, having an emerald fixed on the face.
Lothan rose to his feet, his royal sword was handed over to him and he held it.
On the sheath, his family crest was engraved which was a crescent moon with an arrow crossed behind it.
Lothan drew out the one edged silver sword and lifted it up into the air.
CHEERS!! APPLAUSE! JUBILATION!
The crowd of witnesses applauded, and jubilated as the party began.
Everyone eating and drinking, dining and chatting.
Lothan was by a table talking and laughing with a group of soldiers while his father stood with some royals discussing with them.
WHOOSH! BURST! SPLASH!
A red slim beam drove through King Askhan with great speed as his blood splashed and he fell.
"Father!!!"
Lothan ran and caught him. Looking outside he set his eyes upon a figure holding a kind of bow, and the person wore a red hoody cape and black inner.
***
The Next Day
King Askhan was buried and seeing Lothan refusing to take over rulership, his mum, the queen took over rulership of Persia for the meantime.
Lothan informed his mum about the figure he saw.
"They are a powerful group of assassins called The Red Hood… They possess magic and kill for money and the supposed thrill they get from it."
On hearing this, Lothan told Jethro to organise spies to get intel concerning The Red Hood while they mourn King Askhan's death.
Lothan in his room all alone, anger boiling deep within him as tears rolled down his eyes.
"How could this be? Today of all days, my coronation, my father was assassinated. How ironic… Red Hood, you all just started a war you can't win, I'll kill you all."
***
One Week Later
Queen Viana, her chief maid Darya, and two gurlarss went out into the woods to get some herbs.
Finally deep in the woods, Queen Viana found the herbs she wanted.
SCREECH!
"Who's there?!"
A guard called out as the two guards covered the Queen.
The bushes rustling ahead as they drew out their swords, but then—
SLICE!
One of the guards got sliced into two horizontally.
The last guard holding the Queen covering her.
THUD!
A female figure, wearing an all black body fitted top, trousers, boots, gloves, black nose mask, and a red hoody cape with a red star engraved on the chest region of her suit landed before them.
The guard moved, aiming to attack the unknown lady, but then his head was wiped off from his neck and crashing somewhere else while his body fell to the ground.
A male figure then landed on the ground from the trees, wearing the same outfit as the previous, but a red cross was engraved on the chest region of his suit.
"Please don't hurt me. Anything you want I'll give it to you, is it money? Jewelleries? Anything."
Queen Viana pleaded as the two mysterious people began walking towards her and her maid.
A third person joined them, a female this time and her having a red X mark engraved.
"You three are members of the red hoods."
Darya spoke out trying to see if she could do anything, but the three fellas gave her no responsibility.
CRASH!
A male figure landed from the trees. But this time, his entire outfit, down to his hoody cape was pitch black.
"You must be their leader, what do you want?"
Darya asked as she stood in front of the Queen facing the black cladded man.
"Such boldness to speak, I can tell you are one of them feisty ones. That's why you will be the one to deliver mi message to a tender Persian."
The man placing his left palm of Darya's face caressing it.
"Who?"
Darya staring at him. Fear flowing down her spine, but she held her grip, fighting as much as possible to not let it show before the Red Hood.