When the war had ended, we thought all was done

What do you do when you've spent the last five years of your life fighting for freedom and suddenly everything stops, the tyrants are dead and the revolution has won?

Write, you might say, but the restoration of the country to it's former glory in the elder days of the King is not going to be as easy as they thought. Especially when the new king is not all he seems to be.

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8. Chapter 7

(*Beanie's POV*)

"It's over there!" Enya called excitedly, pointing towards one of the brick houses running up and down either side of the long street

"What exactly are we supposed to say though?" Marshall asked "The five of us are about to tell someone he's king, not exactly a normal conversation"

"Showing him the family tree is definitely important" RoRo answered "You have got it Shire, haven't you?"

Shire nodded "Of course. It's a shame the others were busy with something or other though. Mina in particular sounded very disappointed that she couldn't come and I couldn't even find Rusty to ask, he must have been out"

Enya knocked on the white door of the house. After what seemed like barely a few seconds it was opened by a dark-haired man.

"Can I help?" he asked softly

"We're looking for someone named Jordan Phillips" RoRo told him "Do you know him?"

His eyes flickered over Shire and Marshall with almost a hint of recognition "I am Jordan" he said slowly. Enya and RoRo exchanged glances

"I think we'd better come in" Enya said finally "Would that be alright?"

He nodded and opened the door wider so we could enter. Inside the house looked ordinary enough, the walls were painted a pale yellow colour and the floors were all carpeted. RoRo, Enya and Shire followed Jordan straight through to another room. Marshall hesitated, then headed towards the stairs

"Where are you going?" I asked him, surprised

"To look around, that's all"

I nodded and followed him, trying to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible even though I doubted Jordan would have minded us looking at his home. At the top of the stairs there was a short hallway with five doors, two to the left, two to the right and one at the end. All were slightly ajar, except the last one which was closed. Grabbing the handle, I twisted it inwards and pushed the door open.

The room, maybe some sort of office, was half-destroyed. Torn bits of paper littered the floor and a desk had been completely upturned. Chairs were lying on their sides- one of them had had some of its legs broken off- and there was a large dent in a one of the shelves lining the room.

"Hey Marshall, you might want to look at this" I beckoned, then walked over the dented shelf. It looked like someone's head had been violently knocked against it. You'd need more than a simple bang-your-head-by-accident to make that kind of a mark. But that would mean...

"There's been some sort of struggle here" Marshall gasped "What the hell?..."

"But who won? The attacker, Jordan or someone else? He's the heir to the throne so if someone won they might have-" I began

"RoRo seemed pretty sure that it was Jordan who opened the door for us. And I overheard her saying to Myrah that Shire has the only record now as the tyrants destroyed them all. It was kept during the war in the old HQ"

"Then if something happened here?"

"It could have just been a burglary, who knows?" Marshall shrugged "It's a shame we can't ask about it though. I'm certain Jordan wouldn't be happy if we told him we'd been snooping in his house"

"Beanie! Marshall!" Enya's voice drifted up the stairs. I darted out of the door and to find her halfway up the stairs

"Sorry" I apologised "I was kind of looking at the inside of the house and then I didn't see where you guys went"

She laughed "down the stars and round to your left. Where's Marshall?"

"Here" he answered, walking up behind me "And I did pretty much the same as Beanie"

(*RoRo's POV*)

"What's that?" Jordan asked curiously, pointing towards the papers in Shire's hand.

"This" she replied, spreading them out onto the table "recognise it?"

"The royal family tree" he nodded, his eyes skimming fast over the parchment "But I'm not a... historian or anything, why are you showing this to me?"

"Alexis II" Shire said, pointing to the her name "Had a son and a daughter. The son inherited the throne and his line leads to our last King. Her daughter however, has a line that leads to the heir, who is alive"

"And you think I can help find this person?"

"Just read down the line-"

Jordan's finger traced the parchment slowly, his frown becoming deeper. Then it stopped. Leaning over I could see his hand was half blocking his own name.

"Me?" he whispered in almost complete shock "But... it can't be! You must have made a mistake on this, I'm not the-" he looked me straight in the eye and stared "Am I the Heir? The King? What happens now?"

"That's easy" I told him "You go to the palace, which has been successfully restored. After your coronation you will rule Movellasland"

"How do I rule?"

"That's for you to figure out. I'm here only to find you and take you there" I replied

"And when do I go?"

"Tomorrow Enya and I will take you there ourselves". I stood up as she entered with Marshall and Beanie behind her. "But now we have to go. I think it would be best if you do not mention this to anyone also"

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