FROM THE ASHES, WE RISE [The Empire]

*Ashiel* · 12-15-2017, 09:55 PM

Ashiel resisted the urge to wince as he shifted his head in such a way that his wound began bleeding again. Blood dripped down the side of his face but he did his best to ignore it. He'd need to see if one of the healers had time to help him with the injury and he found himself suddenly wishing that Lydia was still there. Amon would begin the meeting and Ashiel would listen through the painful throbbing in his head. Everything seemed both brilliantly clear and hazy at the same time but he made it through. When Amon asked what they would like to provide to the empire his brow furrowed… further irritating his injury.

He had several things he wanted but they were farther in the future. What did he want now, in the present? Ashiel kept silent to think but when his mother spoke his stomach fluttered. What? Pyralis as the second? He stared at his mother in shock, wondering if she'd gone mad for a second. He did not doubt her abilities but he wondered what had brought about this new desire in her. Had something happened at the alpha challenge? Others spoke and soon Ashiel felt it was his turn.

"Uncle, I wish to continue either as an apprentice or a soldier. I wish to further my skills in battle and I want to learn the art of ruling as well. It is my ambition to some day have a pack of my own. I do not yet know if I am fit for such a thing but it is something to strive for none the less. What say you?"

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