Barrow Fields Bramble shark

Shardik is dead. I wear the name of the bear now.

There was a flash of defiance in the young man’s silver-flecked eyes. Swordfish had won his name. He had chased the demon bear across the world and when he had finally tasted the blood of the beast, he had emerged victorious. Shardik was a trophy. Shardik lived on only as a reminder of the things that the boy had lost when he had been much too young.

Ya belong to the cliffs, then? Is it still called Sapphique?

Are my parents still alive? Is Stingray still well? These questions were swallowed as a lump in the back of his throat.