King Elk Forest The end, is just the beginning.

Cenric held a singular antler in his jaws. It’s the same one that hung round his neck the day Rohesia was slaughtered. Oh, how energized he felt them, eager, powerful. None of that was felt in this moment.

Rohesia was deranged, cursed some may say. Devotion drove her mad. She turned to violence, and she was bold enough—no, not bold— crazy enough to take it out on his kin. For that, he was happy to dispose of her.

He did not take pleasure in the thought of Calhoun meeting the same fate. Of all his cousins, Cenric respected him the most. Loyal, devout, intelligent. He admired those traits, but they could be easily abused. If the rumors his sister told him were true, then their cousin would be a problem in the future. They must rid of him. It’s a necessity. 

Cenric did not return the smile. He was too occupied on the baron’s path. He followed it swiftly, eager to finish this as soon as possible. He slowly came to a halt when he saw his cousin.

Calhoun, he called. His approach was slow. Dear cousin— he paused to glance at Célnes. He would not be the one to take him down. —be still.