Two Rivers Isle Reflections

Vorilye had been young, once; he had been a warrior of great skill under Jaganatha's careful training. He had been the eldest of the three siblings, his father's prize and joy... until he had named Vex his heir. She had been more tenacious, more aggressive. Vorilye asked too many questions, his father had said. "Be more like Vex. Act, do not question." he had said. Never question your superior. Never question your father. Eventually, it became never question Vex. It had all been exhausting.

"No." His answer came, blunt, irritated, as he refocused on the present moment. "A boy cannot help a man with men's problems." He was even starting to sound like Jaganatha. This only irked him further. He could feel his anger, rising, pulsing.