Wilusa

by Jet556

Wilusa, the cradle of Evabon civilization! For forty-five hundred years it has stood, eight times it has been either sacked or destroyed and yet the Evabon will not abandon this shining city that stands mostly in ruins. According to legend, metal fell from the sky long ago and landed in Wilusa. Could it be possible the final stone the ThunderCats need is here in Wilusa?

11. Chapter 11

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The Crown

Pwyll had been given a house in ruins for a home in Wilusa. Since most of Wilusa was a city in ruins, this wasn't anything particular. It was this place that he now called home.

Home. Always Pwyll had ended up calling some place home. Twice his son, the only one whose name he had bothered to learn and remember, had found himself… Why? Why that one son? Why did Balor bring so much interest to Pwyll? Would this be the son who would kill him? Pwyll expected one of his sons to kill him but would it be Balor?

Holding an old crown in his hands, Pwyll thought. The shine of the crown had faded. Never had Pwyll's suspicion of his sons ever faded. Gone were some of the jewels that had once been on the crown. Never had any of Pwyll's thoughts ever left him. The crown was broken in some places. Never had Pwyll's spirit ever been broken.

And now Piyamaradu had promised he allow Piyamaradu to sacrifice the zeuster if he gave this crown to Balor. Why? Why this?

Pwyll had taken this from a tomb. Not an Evabon tomb but a tomb nonetheless. He presumed it was a cat that had owned the crown as Pwyll had seen very little indication of what race the crown's owner had been.

"Is that it?" Pwyll turned to see Balor at his side. The boy was silent on his feet.

"Yes, it is."

Balor took the crown and placed it on his head. Predictably, it didn't fit his head. It was simply too big.

"Why would anyone wear such a thing?"

Pwyll couldn't help but grin. As much as he wasn't sure whether he wanted to mold or kill Balor he still found his son to be amusing. The boy could be so serious one moment only to be the child he was next. Everyone had noticed this Pwyll was no exception! "You sure are something."

"Of course I am! The blood of Wodanaz, the first shaman, flows through my veins through you and the blood of Gard, a great warrior, also flows through my veins through my poor mother. Must have something to do with the generation I was born in. Me, Brigid, the Wilys… There is something special about us but then again there is something special about everyone I guess." There was something of a philosopher in Pwyll. This particular son was interesting.