Hello I am back with yet another chapter of "Motive for War" today we will go further into the mystery: Why does Gangrel want this war?

Hidden Plegia castle

Gangrel sat in a tiny dungeon, where no one would expect to look there to find him. He sat on the stone floor, looking at the wound that Chrom's blade had left. He clenched his fist and punched the floor. His hand began to ache, but he didn't care, he had been through much worse.

Plegia 13 years ago

Young 10 year old Gangrel had seen what he had thought had been the worst. The war between Plegia and Ylisse had almost reached its peak. His aunt and uncle had been killed. His father, was always on the battlefield so Gangrel did not know if he was alright. He had seen houses burnt, people killed, and friendships broken.

Yes, betrayals in Plegia were common now. Many villagers had lost faith in the Plegian and fought for Ylisse. Some of the soldiers that were sworn to protect him even tried to kill him, but he was saved by the loyal ones.

One day Gangrel was sitting with his mother. He had kept quiet for 2 years, for he knew better than to ask questions. But one day, he finally had the nerve to ask:

"Mother, why is Ylisse mad with us? We have done no wrong to them, but they start a war. Why?" His mother looked at him with love in her eyes. Her little Gangrel was becoming brave, at least to ask questions now.

"Well…..I know not myself, but my best guess would be that many Plegians worship Grima, the fell dragon." She rubbed her little prince's head and gave him a smile. Gangrel loved his mother, she had always been so nice to him.

Gangrel's father came back from the battle field with a few new wounds. A priest healed him as he walked into the dining hall. Gangrel ran up to his father and hugged him, he knew that his father was safe another day. Gangrel's father smiled at the boy.

'This kid,' the king thought 'is a happy soul. He doesn't even to seem to be affected by this war.' Gangrel ran back to his room and came back a few minutes later with a drawing.

"Look daddy look! I finally got the things I needed to make a thing they call a drawing! Look, it's you, mother, and me playing in a field!" Gangrel, with a smile on his face, held his drawing up in the air. His father took the drawing and a tear dropped from his eye, it was a beautiful to see his son happy like this. It wasn't fair he had to experience this.

"This is beautiful Gangrel, I'm going to hang this up in the halls later." His father said as he took the drawing and placed it on the table. Gangrel smiled and ran to his room, he knew when it got dark he had to sleep. His father watched as the boy ran with a joyous tone. A guard walked a little behind Gangrel heading to his room as well.

"Guard him well, he is too good of a boy to have this world lose him." The guard nodded and walked toward Gangrel's room. Gangrel's father walked toward his room and got in his bed. His wife awoken and cuddled with him. She smiled and fell back asleep.

The next day, Gangrel's father left for the battlefield. Gangrel was saddened, another day his father may live or die, but he would find out tonight. His mother grabbed his hand and took him to the hall where his drawing was hung. Gangrel looked at his work with a smile, his father had took time to hang it before he left.

The day passed and it was almost time to see if Gangrel's father had lived or not. Gangrel was desperate for time to pass faster, he couldn't accept the thought of his father might not walk through those doors tonight.

His mother was standing with him, tomorrow was the day of their anniversary. She did not want him to die the day before the most important day of the year. As they waited, Gangrel heard a crash behind them. He looked back to see an assassin with the Mark of Naga placed upon his breastplate.

"Mother…." Was all Gangrel could say. His mother looked back and shock filled her eyes. The assassin saw them and drew a sword. Gangrel's mother shoved Gangrel behind her and called for the guards. The guards came and held their lances high. The assassin took care of them with ease.

Gangrel's father walked into the building with a tiny box. He looked in to a terrible sight. His wife, struck with a sword through her chest. And little Gangrel on the floor crying his eyes out. The king, eyes filled with rage and tears, threw his axe at his wife's killer.

The assassin, now finished with the queen, pulled his blade on Gangrel. Gangrel shut his eyes as he awaited death. He felt blood splatter on his face. He looked up to see the assassin, with an axe in his head, fall to the ground. Gangrel looked back to see his father, crying.

Gangrel's father ran up to his son and hugged him. At least he was safe. He looked at his wife's body, the assassin showed no mercy in his strike. Gangrel cried and cried, louder and louder. The king got up and crouched next to his wife's body, and laid the tiny box down. He grabbed Gangrel and took him to his room.

That night, Gangrel could not sleep. His mother was dead. She had always been so nice to him. He cried that night. He cried and cried, louder and louder.

His father couldn't sleep either. It was his fault. If he had stayed at the castle and not had given his time to the war, his wife could be alive, and in his arms. Gangrel would not be crying, and neither would he.

Present day Plegia

Gangrel stood in the cell with tears in his eyes. He remembered every single detail of what had happened that awful night.

"WHY!" he screamed in agony. "WHY HER, OF ALL PEOPLE!" tears filled Gangrel's eyes. Gangrel fell to his knees and held his head as he screamed. His screams could be heard all around the castle. He took his Levin sword and pointed it toward his neck. He almost did it, almost ended it all. But soon remembered his dream.

"Ylisse will pay…..I'll make them pay." Gangrel said as he walked out of the cell.

This chapter…it honestly made me cry a bit while I wrote it. Now if you didn't even feel anything, you have no feelings. Well….that's it for this chapter….bye