“NO!” Spoken fast, panting and already panicked. He feels warm; like the heat of the sun is upon him. There’s an anger inside him. He can’t deny that… they have taken away both of his parents; have intended to his brother away too. There is so much wrong with that – two wrongs never made a right. But what about making a wrong… a right.
That’s all dark magic is. Doing something for a purpose – being strong willed enough to endure.
“You’re talking crazy! We can’t, we can’t keep hitting harder every time they hurt us. It will just keep making people get hurt! Haven’t we lost enough already?!” Callum doesn’t know why he’s pleading with him – Viren’s always been determined. That’s how he views him; determined and scary. The way he carried himself, always so sure, never stumbling… more confident than his step-dad; wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around?
“I still have Ez. I haven’t lost everything, I have Aunt Amaya and Gren and…”
He’ll never feel one of his mother’s hugs again. Ezran won’t even remember her face within a few years. He can’t remember his other father’s face; why would Ezran be any different? All of that was taken from them… and for what? What was the reason? Callum was never told – he’d be more angry, he thinks, if he did know. He shuts his eyes tight, just for a moment, for a moment he can remember the allure to dark magic…
But now he doesn’t really need it does he? Only when necessary – an extra tool in his belt… the sky arcanum is one of the first he’s learned – there’s more, there’s more… he can keep Ezran safer.
…it’s dangerous when Viren makes sense.
“We’re not burning anything down.” Callum speaks with strain; a tremble in his voice. He is more scared of himself for listening than Viren’s own words.
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Never did he suppose that the RABBIT-HEARTED boy might turn FLIGHT INTO FANGS.
His folly, then, that blinded his focus and turned to chaos an unyielding disgust for the choice to DIE LIKE A CORNERED DOG in the stead of leading your people onwards against the force that claimed all that you loved.
They believed they were LESSER than even the mounts they rode,
they were content to burn them down as insects.
This was not some grand struggle against equal forces looking to claim territory,
it was a MASSACRE each time, one that he barely managed to reap a single victory from.
And now, only NOW, was the playing field at all in their favor.
“And yet, only we recall the names of those they have killed.
Quite a bit unmatched,
when one can get miffed at vipers for biting an individual in their attempt to claim food,
Only to turn around the set fire to the whole nest for their ‘crimes’.“
A WHOLE NATION HAD BEEN SAVED, and not once did the DRAGON KING inquire as to why they were there - The reason? BECAUSE THEY WERE LESS THAN VERMIN IN HIS EYES.
A flourish of the wrist, and writhing power slithered as a ghastly fog across fabric at the High Mage’s forearm - the horror wrenched uneven jaws asunder, the image of a serpent crying havoc to the sky.
“We, who were born with nothing, chose not to be stomped out completely.
We eat living creatures and plants, do we not?
Think about it, Callum, if you consume an animal for sustenance,
or use it for a spell to protect a loved one, is it so different?“
Patience and softness that rounded the edges of intense, rich bass, he was a father and a teacher, after all, and this was a grieving youth.
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