Twisted heart

Citadel left the scent a mess. His emotions were a thunderstorm inside of him, and he was so angry he could barely breathe. He and his mother didn’t always see eye to eye, but this. this! How could she do this to him? How could she see him as lesser, as deserving of being stood upon by his own family! He couldn’t think about it without his pulse speeding up.

How could she!

He was so angry he almost walked right out of the Col without his gear and his companions. No. he wouldn’t let his mother strip him of his title, he wouldn’t let her strip him of his equipment either.

He turned around and hurried home, trying not to be seen. It wasn’t until he arrived that he caught his sister's scent. At home, and on bed rest until she had fully recovered. She practically was, and he knew she was going stir crazy. He should say something, he should see her. What if she, like Balrog, agreed with their mother? His stomach twisted, and he knew that would be one blow too many. He paused on the threshold. Torn, and undecided.


"Citadel"||"Selene"