belgaer
The land had been bathed in blood. Losses big and small had influenced the change of tide and had fueled the growing fires of rage within the island. Grief and anger had met Belgaer’s homecoming like a cruel handshake, his sister’s death a betrayal unlike any other. It was impossible for him to remember her as she had been, young and bursting with potential. Much like his other siblings, her adventurous spirit had led to her demise. But it was the sibling who had ordered such a catastrophe that left his mind reeling. Their losses felt numerous and the shattering of his heart refused to calm.
It’s Brennen’s voice that broke through the raging of thoughts within his son’s mind. Despite the hurricane of emotions toiling within the chestnut, his father’s tone remained even and measured. A reminder that he too must remain still – even if everything within him demanded to satisfy his lust for revenge. Listening to his King’s words he couldn’t shake the chill of foreboding that lurked above them all, threatening to break its dark promises upon their heads. Standing to Brennen’s right, Belgaer’s eyes searched the faces of those who had gathered. In a way he saw Khaeli in each of their wondering gazes. Near the back of the pack, he spotted his newly returned sister, a near clone of their mother. At her side his niece, now nearly a year old and growing taller by the minute, gazed around with exploding interest. Since learning of Khaeli’s death Belgaer hadn’t been able to bring himself to officially meet the lavender tufted child. He felt a detachment towards her alongside his fear of loss. Watching her he couldn’t help but wonder if she would fall prey to the same evil that had already taken so much from them.
The change in Brennen’s tone snapped Belgaer back into reality as his name was announced as heir. The honor of the title hadn’t quite settled in. Serving Ischia had never been for his eventual gain. Always his motivation had lied with his love for the island and her people. Recognition and the reception of titles had never once been things he had considered, and he felt undeserving of holding such an honor as being named openly as his father’s heir. Catching Jesper’s congratulatory smile he returned the gesture – proud to share the honor with his nephew. Together Belgaer was assured that they could accomplish much.
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