Like a Carousel

Citadel was restless and frustrated, and he stalked the barren field of the Battlefield in search of an outlet. He was still reckless and fearless, with a hint of nothing to lose thrown into the mix. He was listening out for calls, looking for a challenge that interested him when his brother's call sounded through the crisp morning air.

He paused, one paw lifted as he froze, head tilted as he listened. You have gone too far, Citadel.. The words rang in his ears, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Anger, frustration, betrayal. This was a bad idea, this was such a bad idea.

He followed the sound of the call, and found the golden Prince waiting for a stranger. He was watching his brother's eyes as he appeared into view, and approached. Waiting for that moment of recognition to spark. What would he see? Anger? Disgust? “Still want a challenger?” he asked, voice as chilly as the ice that he belonged to.


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