We now return the plot and so does the Drifter. Enjoy.

When Brothers Meet

Weeks passed, the Drifter returned, the owl continued with his spying and suddenly one day who should arrive in the town but Procyon, unaccompanied by any of his warriors. Many of the townspeople looked at him in terror, knowing fully well who he was. He walked along until he found Gard with Lynx-O and the Drifter underneath a great tree.

"So you're really Gard?" The Drifter tilted his head. "Alright then."

"You don't sound shocked or disappointed." Gard starred in disbelief at the Drifter. What was wrong with him? He never met a drifter like him before, the same but also different.

"Why should I be?" Gard blinked at the Drifter's response. "You are who you are." The Drifter's words were full of wisdom. Lynx-O let out a sigh.

"If only I could still see." Gard understood Lynx-O's lament. Gard was half-blind and could not imagine being fully blind. "Then I could see you whom are believed to be a monster. In the weeks that passed you told us about Procyon when you knew him."

"Knew him?" Gard, Lynx-O and the Drifter turned their heads in Procyon's direction. His voice was deep and commanding, there was no doubt it was him! Gard knew his brother, Lynx-O knew of Procyon and the Drifter had seen him once when he was quite literally drifting around. "You say that as if I had just died, blind one." Lynx-O gripped the grass around him Procyon must have thought him weak if he was blind he did not want to make a fatal mistake.

"Hail, great warrior!" Gard saluted Procyon.

"Hail, great warrior!" Returned Procyon. Lynx-O and the Drifter both made note of the salutations, wondering how two brothers with so much animosity between one another could greet each other so calmly.

"You have come to speak with me?" Procyon nodded at Gard's question. "What about?" Procyon looked at Lynx-O and the Drifter with mixed feelings.

"Nothing to say in the presence of ones of the lowest birth." Lynx-O growled at Procyon's comment. The Drifter stayed calm. Gard breathed and heavy breathe and looked up at Procyon.

"What you have to say can be said in the presence of those whose birth is the same as yours." Procyon's eyes looked at Gard coldly. "Remember, big brother, no matter the race all life begins in a womb and ends in a tomb." Procyon sighed, having little love for his brother as a philosopher or a poet. "You may sit if you wish." Procyon hesitated but eventually he did sat down. "Now what have you…" Gard stopped talking as he noticed the lightning bolt scar on Procyon's right arm.

"I've come to ask you to join me." Procyon looked at Lynx-O and the Drifter and then looked back at Gard. He felt uneasy, it seemed like Gard was coming to the heartbreaking realization. "As brother's we should work together." Procyon swallowed. "Together we can put and end to our people's persecution."

"Where is my son?" Gard's question cut deep into Procyon's heart. "Where is Gryphon?" Procyon stood up and began to walk away. Rage began to build up in Gard. Almost without getting up he tackled Procyon to the ground. Procyon shuddered as Gard turned him over so they could look each other in the eyes. "You killed him!" The anger in Gard's voice was terrifying. All present felt fear in their hearts as Gard's anger showed itself. "You killed my son the same as you killed our grandfather!"

"Gard, please!" Procyon spoke with much difficulty. Gard had placed his hands around his throat, making it difficult for Procyon to breath.

"Don't make excuses!" Gard struggled as Lynx-O and the Drifter began to separate him from Procyon. "We are no longer brothers. I will not kill in cold blood but if you should ever try to attack this town know that I will kill you." Gard released his brother. Procyon then left with fear in his heart over the misunderstanding. He had never seen so much anger in Gard, the usually coolheaded grey skin had became a hotheaded being.