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(Daddy is no longer claiming so his twin heirs have more power now :P.)

"It is time Ironclad. Go collect your brother." His father speaks from the shadows of the cave. It was this cave that hides the injured Monarch King. The place smelled of copper, some earthy smells, and this gross musty smell. Ironclad wasn't sure if it was his father who smell of gross wetness or the melted snow that drifted in from the wind. Besides those two thing, nothing else provided any moisture inside the hollow cave. The smell of copper was still strong, but nearly as sickening as it had been when father first dragged himself here from the sea.

The young stallion remembers it vividly as Warsaw ordered his sons to hide the trail of blood to his location. The snow was covered in the fresh blood of their King, but he would do anything to keep his father alive. Covering up the blood with more snow and brush would hopefully be enough to keep predators off his trail and keep others from knowing where he was. For all the herd knew, Warsaw was still at war.

He nods and goes to find his twin to let him know father was summoning them. As the colts arrive, Warsaw stands on shaking limbs. His dark brown eyes stare at each of his sons as he speaks. "You both will need to step up for your Kingdom until I am healed. Letavice, Ironclad you both will be given more responsibilities now. Assist your mother in helping the herd find food and water. Patrol our borders for intruders and do your best to chase any threats off our island. I will not be able to help you this time."

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The new responsibility was a huge opportunity! He would use this time to show father how responsible he was and how successful he would be as a King. He was ready for the honor even at his young age! He was ready to go tell the world who he was!

He swims with excitement rushing through his veins as his dark legs push him towards the main island. He knows what he must do since gaining mares by just talking wasn't working. He had to show father he was ready for this. He reaches the shoreline and quickly pulls his skinny form from the sea. Quickly he shakes all the sea water he could from his coat before venturing into the meadow.

It didn't take long for him to find a mare without a male accompanying her, but he was quite surprised at what the gods laid before him. "Woah." He says with his mouth falling open at the sight of the short mare with the mountain of hair. Her winter coat was amazing compares to his! His dark head shakes roughly. This was no time to give in to his childish ways! He was a Prince! A stand in King! It was time he acted the part!

His small head lifts proudly as a snort pushes mist from his nostrils. He approaches her as confidently as he could and places a nip squarely on her shoulder. He honestly didn't expect any hostility (but what would he know?) as he takes a few steps back and smiles down upon the fuzzy maiden. "You are now apart of the Monarch Kingdom of Tinuvel. I am Ironclad, your crystalline Prince."