Show Me The Future

he yearned to know about that of which was his blood. Those who he had not yet met, and those that he had gone near a year without seeing. His sweetest Epiphron made that list and the behemoth would not hesitate to move towards Seracia. It had been long since the decisions to prepare for war had been made, and perhaps the circumstances came with more levity, but he shrugged away the thought of her being scared war had come. He only came wanting to meet his nieces and nephews. The proclaimed princes and princesses. How intriguing it would all be. The new Valhallan King watched carefully over the borders, for while he did not care, he did respect. A smile daunted his features as he envisioned Epiphron's boy king. He would hopefully recall the days Syrinx had tormented him in an attempt to bar him from his sister. It was all a failure that had resulted in Syrinx watching him have her anyways. Cairo would surely rely on him to kick his ass. How he would relish in the feat.

His head swung back and his vocals rang out for the king and queen to come. He yearned to hear what they had to say, and found himself most curious for the things that should have been of his blood. Were they given the Matthias name or the Adravendi? Were they worthy of the name he so proudly wore? Syrinx had a minorly misinterpreted version of it, and he was scarcly sane, but he made sure that those that deserved his care (those that had earned his father's) were looked after. And with the impending war, they would all see the colors of the man. They would see that though he were several different shades of a color, he was still vivid and easily communicated with. Perhaps he wasn't as tyrannical as he needed to be with the Valhallans, but he gave them a dose of something they had seemed to have forgotten --their ferocity.