Author's Note: Hope everyone liked the prologue and here's the true start!
The wolf had surprised Fenris, but she was taken slightly aback not because of the entrance but because of the wolf itself. This wolf had a white coat with a solid black stripe stretching from the nape of his neck to the tip of the tail. The giant wolf had blue-silver eyes that were sharply alert.
"Who are you wolf brother?" Fenris asked with a proud, determined tone.
I am whom the forest dwellers call Zecatto, King of the Mountain Kingdom, whose true name is unpronounceable. Zecatto replied.
"Well Zecatto, I am pleased to meet a wolf of such fine, umm well, class."
I see I interrupted your sharpening. Nodding toward the half sharpened sword laying untended at Fenris's booted feet.
"Oh, well kind of." Fenris replied with a blush.
Why is a young girl here all alone? Zecatto asked kindly.
"Sorry but I don't like to talk about it."
Please.
"All right, but it is a long story," Zecatto nodded. "Well it all started when Alanna the Lioness killed my brother a few years before my mother the Wildmage and father Numair split up. Mother wanted me to go to Queen Thayet, but father wanted me to go to Lindhall Reed but they could not decide, so I fled. For my life. For the last 5 years I have lived in solitude, away from the troubles of the world."
Tortall, do you blame Tortall for the death of your brother? Zecatto asked.
" Well not Tortall exactly, just some of the people," Fenris clarified.
Why did your parents want to give you up?
" The answer to that question is just a guess. But I think that they were so upset about John's death they forgot to love me." Fenris admitted sadly.
Fenris was tired of talk and just wanted to finish her blades unfinished perfection. She glanced half-hearted at the long blade she called Manslayer. Manslayer was her Father's old magical sword she had renamed and respelled with her god-level wild magic. Fenris listened to the brook tumble playfully off the waterfall's unbroken edge.
The wolf had surprised Fenris, but she was taken slightly aback not because of the entrance but because of the wolf itself. This wolf had a white coat with a solid black stripe stretching from the nape of his neck to the tip of the tail. The giant wolf had blue-silver eyes that were sharply alert.
"Who are you wolf brother?" Fenris asked with a proud, determined tone.
I am whom the forest dwellers call Zecatto, King of the Mountain Kingdom, whose true name is unpronounceable. Zecatto replied.
"Well Zecatto, I am pleased to meet a wolf of such fine, umm well, class."
I see I interrupted your sharpening. Nodding toward the half sharpened sword laying untended at Fenris's booted feet.
"Oh, well kind of." Fenris replied with a blush.
Why is a young girl here all alone? Zecatto asked kindly.
"Sorry but I don't like to talk about it."
Please.
"All right, but it is a long story," Zecatto nodded. "Well it all started when Alanna the Lioness killed my brother a few years before my mother the Wildmage and father Numair split up. Mother wanted me to go to Queen Thayet, but father wanted me to go to Lindhall Reed but they could not decide, so I fled. For my life. For the last 5 years I have lived in solitude, away from the troubles of the world."
Tortall, do you blame Tortall for the death of your brother? Zecatto asked.
" Well not Tortall exactly, just some of the people," Fenris clarified.
Why did your parents want to give you up?
" The answer to that question is just a guess. But I think that they were so upset about John's death they forgot to love me." Fenris admitted sadly.
Fenris was tired of talk and just wanted to finish her blades unfinished perfection. She glanced half-hearted at the long blade she called Manslayer. Manslayer was her Father's old magical sword she had renamed and respelled with her god-level wild magic. Fenris listened to the brook tumble playfully off the waterfall's unbroken edge.