Falls

So much death had been had at the hands of the cove.

Children and mothers, swallowed whole by the ocean and thrown to the bottom of the sea. Perhaps his father had tossed himself into the water to join them, his heart shattering at the loss of his beloved.

Weak.

Anawar would never have admitted that he had been created of weak stock. When a man and a woman loved each other, they did not neglect the blossoming of their son into a man. They had wound up dead together, and it had been exactly what they deserved.

Poor little orphaned Anawar, all alone in the world without a soul to comfort him. Resentful that his sister, blue and white and the spitting image of their father, would never return to comfort him, he can feel the anger. The rage that bubbles and boils- a trait that he had unknowingly gained from his father. It was not a weakness, it was a beast that bared its teeth and made him strong. “Perhaps.”

It was not for the memories or the sentimental value that called him back to the Cove. It was the way he had been robbed of his home- his kingdom. The kings of old had perished and vanished, disappearing into the nether and leaving their thrones to these unknown faces. Once, there had been gods among men, but they had fallen to the mortality of all mankind and the snow had blown over their corpses and they had been erased from history.

But he remembers.

“Will you follow me into war, S’gath?” Like two cutthroats in the night, bent over a dark table in a dark room, they were beginning to work out a plan. One stranger helping another, and together they would reap the spoils. With no one at his beck and call, and no bodies to bring into battle, one stranger was better than no one at all. “We shall strike while they are sleeping.”