In the days following Oswin’s secret departure from the Lagoon, Tyr found himself full of longing and regret. Why had he not followed her? Why had he chosen to remain rotting in this hell? He could remember the days it had claimed much of his loyalty. To proudly say that he was a brother of the Lagoon men, and even their General and then Boss. Nothing had felt quite as good, or went as smoothly, as when he was General. The tired stallion sighed with longing yet again. If only he could live in those memories and not the present.


Only the swish of vines and stirring mud caused him to open his blue-green eyes to see the monster he had created staring back at him. Neither said anything, and yet the smirk upon Garmr’s face only grew. Though he did not laugh aloud, his green eyes danced with the taunting sound and it was all Tyr could do not to launch himself at his spawn. Instead, the golden stallion pinned his ears back amongst knotted mane and turned himself away, ignoring the presence of his son.


Laughter erupted behind him, and then faded off into the depths of the Lagoon.