Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

The boy spoke, stating he was not from the North, that he was born here and had never left the place. Kenneth never implied that he hadn't been born in Blackfeather Woods, it would be a brilliant feat to have brought a young pup from Ziragon Bosk to Teekon Wilds alive. These wilds were way south of the North, green lands that have never known the cold touch of true winter, the boy was too young to have traveled so far. It was not possible for him to be born in the North, but to be a relative of one....

Kenneth's fierce white gaze was locked on Damien's dark form as the teen spoke with hesitation and a shaky voice, he supposed the shadow child was still a boy after all, no matter how much an adult he was becoming. Ken didn't know what he had expected. For the boy to be like him? Young and already too mature? No...Damien had been born in Blackfeather Woods as a prince, a loved prince of the night queen. Ken had been a prince too, but unlike Damien, he was shunned, scorned and hated. A bastard prince.

The words the child spoke did not seem to surprise him, like he had known it all along, even if he hadn't. "His name was Keithen, though he went by Keith," Kenneth studied the boy for any signs of recognition from the name before wondering if he should name his brother's alter ego. Deciding he wouldn't take any chances, he did, "But he had another half, another name. He was also called Bane."