Monsters

Life would never be the same for Veigar after the ooze had nearly taken his life. Though he was technically recovering - his body was no longer riddled with sickness, dripping with strange bright ooze - he was not completely healed. While the sun made its slow reappearance, he slowly began to realize that his hazy vision was not just a byproduct of the Ooze, nor the darkness that had plagued the land for so long. Some of his vision recovered, but it wasn't quite right. Everything was just slightly hazy enough to be noticeable. Perhaps it would fade, but he had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't.

But that was a problem for another day. Slowly he padded along the base of Mount Volkan, his pace slow and careful. He still hadn't made much sense of everything that had happened recently. He'd heard his mother again, and he was sure it wasn't just his sickness, as Aryn had heard her too. And now she was gone too, nowhere to be found, and Veigar was alone again. He felt directionless, even more lost than when he'd been a small child. Soon he'd be a yearling and he felt no less sure of himself or where he belonged than he'd ever felt. Kicking at some rubble on the ground he stalked on, a frown tugging at his lips.