Blackfeather Woods injustice

Not another word left Cicero's mouth as they approached the core of Blackfeather Woods. Damien was grateful for that because his own mind wouldn't shut up. So many things raced past his mind, and so much pain cluttered his neuronal receptors that he was about to collapse. His face was a mess, his neck and chest a bloody hell, but he kept trotting at a steady pace. He needed to get back home.

Damien's worry grew stronger as the ride home seemed to stretch out for hours, but it was just his own body adding more pain to his suffering. He tried to ignore it, putting up a straight face and growling at his own wounds at random moments. Then he started hearing voices, but he was not crazy. Burke rushed into them with a growl, demanding explanations, which Damien was more than prepared to give. Until his sister showed up. Potema was not only Damien's sister. She, like cicero, was a part of him. The girl had lost an eye to a beast, and Damien had struggled to give her a well deserved revenge, but the news that came with him weren't pleasing at all.

Potema, in an effort to hide her joy and watering eyes, had taken upon Damien's facial wound before he could say anything. 'Idiots' she kept calling her brothers, but Damien didn't hold back and embraced his sister for the first time in moons. He held her hard for a couple seconds, giving no space for refusals, and then he stepped back to finally do what he was there to do.

Cicero had said it all in one word. But there were details Burke needed to know that only Damien could give. He looked at Potema, knowing that his next words would probably be hurtful for her even though deep inside she already knew. Then his eyes moved back to Burke, stoic.

"I don't know how you didn't see this before..." he started with disappointment. "Grimnir is the one that took Potema's eye. I've always known it. So I decided to do what you should have done too long ago. I wanted to make him confess and give him what he deserved. We used Baldur as bait, and we took Grimnir to Wolfskull... But he escaped." he stopped, rage and decepton clear in his eyes as his lips curled up to let out a frustrated growl.

"He must die. Lusa must die. Their bastards must die..." he growled with determination.