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Son of Pwyll

Balor was as different from his father as could be. Gard had once said most men become their fathers but even when Balor grew up he'd be nothing like Pwyll.

Walking through the streets of Wilusa, Balor searched for Brigid. She was his best friend, his arranged fiancée whom he would marry when they were both sixteen and above all else he had no idea where she even was at the moment.

Even at the young age of eight, both Balor and Brigid were in love with each other. That was good because otherwise it would make their arranged marriage very awkward. Yet even if they loved one another, Balor still had no idea where Brigid was.

As he walked, he heard a friend of his ask their parent: "What is a thag?"

The parent replied: "A less aggressive cousin of the zeuster."

Balor had seen a zeuster once. It had been one that was sacrificed and even then with it being killed it scared Balor more than a beast possibly could. He remembered Gard saying: "I have a way with beasts but even a zeuster is impossible for me."

Now the parent had said: "A less aggressive cousin of the zeuster." But what Balor had heard was "The gentle cousin of the zeuster."

"Balor!" That voice. It broke Balor's thought and he was happy he did because that voice was that of Pwyll's wife whom he had long abandoned, for all intents and purposes Balor's stepmother.

"Dejah!" Balor ran to his stepmother. She was red-skinned, in her late thirties and wearing a purple robe. She was just as he remembered since he had last seen her some months prior. He hugged his stepmother… No, he hugged his mother for she was the only mother he had. "What are you doing here? Where is Thoris?"

"Me and Thoris have decided to move here." Stated Dejah. "It is safer here than the outside world has been of late and knowing you are here now makes the choice here all the better to be closer to family."