His memory had lead him true, back to his childhood home.
The year had changed him, he had gained height and girth. He had gained precision and aptitude. He had gained followers, and he had left them.
Rumors had floated to him on the wind, a new king rising. But this new king wasn’t new at all. He was as old as the gods, and older than the volcano.
Offspring, His father. Ironic.
King Offspring.
Levi would have enjoyed meeting the bitch who names a child Offspring.. but she had probably been dead for a century. Maybe he would meet her in the afterlife, there was a good chance they were going to the same place. Luckily he happened to have a thing for fire – so a lake of it wouldn’t be so bad.
Or maybe the name was meant to be Off Spring, How pretty. The true inflection of the black stallion's name could have been forgotten. His old man is indeed and Old Man.
In his mind Levi whispered these things to her sneeringly. But he knows better than to show any expression. And anyway- it’s not that funny she tells him.
Fire moves under his skin.
The red eye burns, a hint of what is inside. His father has managed to crown himself for a second time. Most rejoice is they can play king once. Offspring had placed the crown on his on head multiple times now, even a fool could recognize that was respectable. Levi was drawn back to his father’s power, but he was no ones fool- he would not be a pawn.
He wanted to learn, he was still young and he was smart enough to know that he was still in his formative years.
So the king’s offspring comes crawling back, the precarious son.
Somewhere on the edge of insanity and brilliance. He stand at the boarder of his fathers kingdom dripping wet from his swim across the channel, head high and eyes blazing.
He wants to learn.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
all the sass :|