The Sentinels And if the house just keeps on winning

arcturus did not believe himself a story teller -- but perhaps all his time with wraen (and now maia) was beginning to rub off. "not a story teller, no. maybe just someone who has some life experience." it was hard to believe arcturus was approaching his third year. in many ways he still felt like the naive young puppy that stood at his father's legs, peering up at the impossibly tall idol that had defined his life in many ways.

no longer - charon was but a shadow of smoke in a fading memory. the same could be said of amekaze. something clinched tightly in arcturus' gut.

"father would be more tragic. what is worse than a father killing his son?"