Rodrik.

[Rodrik]

He knows the dead should be left for what they are. The world of the living and undead were not meant to be toyed with. It was a dark magic he did not ever want to dabble within. The chaotic events and destruction he could have dire consequences. But he cannot help himself, and neither could his younger brother. If there was a price to be paid, he would be the sacrifice. He had sold his soul long ago to the monster within him—the darkness that ruled over him. What more could he lose now? “It would not hurt him,” he says with affirmation looking into Kavi’s eyes. Truthfully, he is not sure though. He has not dabbled into the other world. There had never been a need for him to open the curtain between the living and the dead. Until now. Rodrik nods his head in confirming his younger brother’s answer. “I think father would like that,” he adds with a soft smile. It is all that he can manage right now. Showing a more positive side of what he was going to attempt was for the sake of his great-nephew. After all, Rhaegor was family and he deserved to meet the member of their family he was named after. The red devil takes a step back from where he stands. He needs room for what he is about to do, or at least attempt to do. Rodrik did not plan on bringing him entirely back. Divination was completely out of the question since his body had so long ago withered away with a land that no longer exist. He then turns around, facing the same way the other two horses are facing. It would be best for them to be able to see what he was doing with them both at his side. Rodrik needed to be the shield in case something went wrong, in case another spirit of the undead world decided to step in. Was it even possible that another spirit could? He has no idea, but it was better to be prepared just in case. “I can only summon the ghost of him,” he tells them, letting them know what they are to expect. Rodrik gives them a slight nod of his head as he turns to both of them before looking forward. He then fixates on a point several feet away from their small cluster. He can feel the power within him instantly pull together. The force of working his necromancy power is always in reach within seconds. It flows through his veins, twisting and turning through his body. It is engraved within his bones, sewed within his tendons and pulling his muscles together. He is everything death. It bends to his will instantly. The earth from where he focuses on begins to move slowly as if the wind is there swirling the grass of blades and dirt. It rises slowly into a small whirlwind. There is a soft howling that can heard. It grows louder as soon as a glowing white light appears and swirls with the small whirlwind from where he fixates. Slowly the small whirlwind of dirt, grass, and glowing white light begin to take form. The limbs of a horse’s legs are chiseled one by one along with a muscular body, mane and tail. Eventually the entire form of his father is there, starring at the three of them. The ghost of Rhaego says nothing to them, but only stares at them (but he is truly staring at Rodrik only). “Father,” he states, his tone is commanding as he stares at his father. He knows very well that he is in command of his father. He can feel the undead soul within his grip, it fills him with power and darkness, but he does not hold onto it. He dares not give in to the darkness that he has brought out from the world. It was not him, not the person he used to be. He can hear them calling out to him. The souls that he harbors. It screams within his ears, fill his head with thousands of thoughts and cries for help. He shakes his head, taking a step forward. “Focus,” he tells himself out loud. The red stallion takes another step forward towards the ghostly figure of his father. “Rhaego,” he speaks again. The voices silence within his head once more. “You are free to speak,” he directs, though his tone is not commanding but filled with love this time, “Please say something.” Anything, please! He hopes that he has done it right. If not he would have to act quickly to get rid of his apparition. A long drawn silence fills in between his words to the ghost-like figure of Rhaego. It is obvious that he understands what Rodrik had said. The movement of his ears perking forward and the way he moves his gaze as Rodrik came closer indicate there is something there, a soul of some sort. “Rodrik and Kavi,” the silence breaks by the ghostly Rhaego. Rodrik lets out a gasp of relief suddenly after hearing his father. A smile grows across his face. “It has been so long… You both look so well,” Rhaego speaks again, turning to look at each of his sons. An expression of delight across over his wispy features. Rhaego then turns to look at the younger colt, Rhaegor. “And who might this be?” He asks with a tilt of his misty, airy head.

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