To rise above Heir

His fathers words when he had shown him the coliseum had clearly been a challenge. One that Basilisk intended to make good on as soon as possible. There wasn’t any real trigger, any reason. He got up that morning, donned his armour, and called his companions. He wasn’t going to wait any longer.

Anticipation running through his veins, he made his way into a wide open space in the Col. it was early morning, the only people up and alert were those on patrols. There was fresh dew on the grass, and a coolness in the air despite the arrival of summer. Setting a comfortable, familiar stance, Basilisk raised his head and howled to his father. The bold notes of a challenge in his tones.


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