He took an automatic step forward, heartbreak and understanding written plainly across his face. “My father fought them.” He said, surprising even himself when the words spilled from his lips. “They took him... Kept him prisoner…” He stopped abruptly, his eyes closing tightly against the memory of his father’s broken expression when he told his son why he could never return to Boreas.
“By all rights he is still their slave.” He said and felt his teeth clench. His father, strong and bold, a prince by marriage, a knight by duty, and a slave to a pack of heathen monsters. “I came here to avenge him, to regain his honor and to purge the Abraxas from this land.” His head raised slowly as he spoke, determination that had been lost on him for over a season now returning. “I asked your mother once if she would join me, and your brother was happy to oblige, but she insisted that I have a plan…Now…Maybe I have one.” He looked at her and felt for the first time that he stood a chance against them, that they could bring peace to this land and fight his father’s battle.
