User:Rugiel/Triumph

Alexander Cobaltvane

An enchanted helm and bow, guarded by mystical wards and a deeply buried secret.

A heartbreaking betrayal, spilling blood and words.

A legend spurned, sorrow and desperation binding a boy to his familial mandate.

A terrible, icy darkness.

A thousand years.

A memory: a dirge; a wake. And awaking, helm and bow in hand — one his brother's, one his own.

A resolution, for no other choice remains.

"Father. Gregory. I will do you both proud."