Battle Born

The water came up to his elbows, and kissed at his chin. The buzzing of flies and the croaks of frogs rang in his ears to the point of insanity. What had drawn him there in the first place? In the back of his mind he knew what it was, the fight between his whelp of an adopted brother and the great king Isardis had drawn him from the west and he had gotten lost along the way. If he won, Neo would pledge his undying loyalty to the Ice King, there was no doubt in his mind that this would be the final battle between the two, and he prayed to every god there was that Syrinx would fall. At the side of the ice king he would wipe out the Adravendi line and be rid of them once and for all. Only then would he rest, only then would he be at peace.


He clamored onto a small island and shook the mud and dampness from his fur. His jaws snapped down on a snail and he devoured it, shell and all. He despised this waiting, waiting for news of his family's rapid decline into oblivion. But they weren't his family anymore were they? No, he was Gorecki now, and he would not rest until his line became known, and his name feared. But first, the Ice King, his king, had to win.


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