Welcome back everyone. I haven't that much to say but this is to get to the stuff that was hinted at in my previous stories: the great things that are to come for Balor and Brigid. Enjoy and review.
Away from Civil War
Ten years had passed since Thundera's fall. It had since been rebuilt but alas it was a shadow of its former self.
Balor, now a boy of eighteen looked at the city from a room in the Thunderan palace. Even Wilusa, being built upon ruins of its past selves, looked better than Thundera did at the moment.
Having been invited to a feast, Gard brought Balor along with others such as Zuvowang and Brigid. While others were interested in seeing their friends, Balor was troubled. His thoughts were not of things here in Thundera. His thoughts were of Alaksandu's growing hatred of him. Even when they had been children, Alaksandu had thrown an arrow at Balor, which ended up in Balor's right heel.
Balor still didn't have a lot of muscle. He had remained one who used his wits to get something done. He still had his scars, the ones on his back the lightning bolt on his right arm… He still had them.
A red breastplate and kilt was what he wore. The breastplate was for defensive purposes, it wasn't heavy but it wasn't light either and as far as weapons went Balor only had a dagger if he had to defend himself. He didn't like using the shamanistic arts for fighting. It didn't feel respectful and he found it to be an unfair advantage.
Balor didn't even like to fight, he only fought to defend himself after all. He really did prefer to use his wits to solve problems not muscle since he didn't have that much of it.
Walking through the banquet hall, Gard sat down in a chair and put a hand on his head. He couldn't even get Balor out of that blasted guest room! He was just sitting up there looking out a window!
"I was never like that at eighteen." He muttered.
Then Brigid and Kit came walking by. Talking like the old friend they were, the girls continued their conversation about Balor and Brigid's arranged marriage.
"We should have been married two years ago but things have been so hectic for all of Evabondom for the past couple of years because of this conflict!" Brigid was, of course, talking about the war between the cousins Ekoto, Chieftain of Evabon, and the traitorous Alaksandu. For two years now, the two had been fighting bringing all of the Evabon clans into the conflict and Wilusa had been rendered a city divided.
"You'd think someone would have but an axe in his skull or shoot him by now!" Kit was, needless to say annoyed by Alaksandu trying to take the throne of Wilusa by force and his unsuccessful attempts to seduce Brigid with a fruit. The last time the ThunderCats had last visited Wilusa, Kit was shocked to find Alaksandu doing nothing else but attempt to seduce Brigid.
"Oh, if only." Brigid's comment held the same amount of dislike that the rest of Third Earth held for Alaksandu. Since Mumm-Ra's final defeat the Evabon had become respected by all of Third Earth for their part in the final battle. However, in the past five years Alaksandu had become even less respected than the Evabon had been prior to the final battle against Mumm-Ra.
Gard stood up. A boulder to the head, thrown by Alaksandu, had obviously not killed him but the headaches were a problem. That had been a week ago. Llud had taken over leading the Gardites while Gard recovered from his head injury. He had returned to the wilderness where Balor was training and that was where Lion-O had found Gard.
A nice little holiday… If only! Three days Gard had been in Thundera and his head was in as much pain as the day that boulder hit him! And the headaches! It was made even worse by the yelling from Tygra and Cheetara's two boys! Granted children were loud but Tygra and Cheetra had told those two to be quiet when around Gard but still they were loud.
And then there was Zuvowang's singing! He was so loud and his singing was nonsensical words that were more like humming given spoken form!
Thankfully, Brigid and Kit were speaking quietly. Neither excited children nor the naturally loud Zuvowang were around so it was just the two girls speaking in hushed tones. Those two being considerate and thank goodness for that.
"Think I'll go pray to Kruakh to quicken the healing of this head inuury." And with that Gard departed from the banquet hall. As quiet as the girls were, his head still hurt.
Zuvowang was quite popular with the populace of any settlement be it city, town or village. He was quite fun to be around and would often tell stories or sing when he did something. He was most popular among children who found him to be a most enjoyable person to be around.
"Now, boys, as I was saying! Balor is the reincarnation of his namesake!" Zuvowang laughed as he held up the discus he had brought with him to Thundera. Tygra and Cheetara's sons watched as he prepared to throw it. "The original Balor was a son of Wodanaz, the first Evabon shaman, and our Balor is the grandson of Wodanaz. Now to make things even stranger, our Balor is the reincarnation of another son of Wodanaz that came after his namesake as well as that son's son making Balor the reincarnation of two sons of Wodanaz and the reincarnation of another grandson of Wodanaz. The reincarnation of three deceased descendants of the first shaman, isn't that strange?" Again he laughed. "But you are wondering how did Snagg, the maternal grandfather of the original Balor die?" Zuvowang prepared to throw the discus. His target was a statue that was some fifty feet away. "Well, while searching for his grandfather to make peace so Snagg would no longer think him a threat as he had come to think all of his grandsons were, Balor came upon some funeral games and asked if he could compete. He took part in a discus throwing competition." Zuvowang threw his discus. "He threw his discus and it sought out one specific person in the audience and killed him." The discus hit the statue, toppling it over. "And that, boys, was how Snagg died."
