One Shot

Gods above how he missed the Spring time. It felt like forever since he'd seen it. Winter felt unusually long this time around, so he was glad when the season finally rolled over. Parts of Boreas still showed signs of the harsh winter. Snow and cold nights still stubbornly clinging to the lands, but as the days passed further into Spring, the remnants of winter were being forced to relinquish their grip. He thought it a good day to go out and continue his work. His plan to leave Abaven to build his own kingdom with those who remained of his family calling him each and every day that passed. He couldn't ignore that call anymore. Actaea had the idea, and ever since then it kept growing in his mind. It was because of her that he decided to try and do this. And if he failed? Then he would chalk it up to the fact that the Praetor name was probably doomed to begin with.

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