Everything he knew is gone. It's gone completely up in smoke, burned to the ground as the dark forces that opposed his father overcame their opposition. Thousands dead, hundreds more displaced, sent fleeing into the night with nothing more than a fleeting hope to guide them.
Good riddance.
It can all burn as far as Skyfall is concerned. The Old Country may be where he was birthed, but it wasn't his home -- he holds no fond ties to anyone or anything that may have been left behind there. Why? Life is hardly easy for the bastard son of a king. He'd been described by his sire as an unfortunate mistake, far too bright and loud; a blight on their family. Oh, daddy is going to pay for those words one day.
The brightly colored outcast looks around. The autumn colors are beginning to come into play, nearly matching his own skin. Skyfall huffs and lowers his head, grazing, though he remains attentive. It wouldn't do to have something sneak up on him.
SKYFALL
sins of the father
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