Northstar Vale Ziliáris

Reyson’s words had ended. He did not have anything more to say to the boy. The expression on the soldier’s face had shifted and drifted away from the scene of their argument. He had called Antigone ugly. The boy with the beautiful fur and meticulous care. How he could scoff if his anger would allow him!

The scarred monster turned and left the area. His massive lumpy body trudged away with all of the selfishness he had in his heart. Antigone couldn’t stop thinking of Meadow. He thought of the softness of her voice and the sweetness of her gestures. He thought of the warmth she had shown him. He loved her and yet she had something in her heart for Reyson.

Vomit burned through his throat, and he spat on the ground. The hairs along his neck bristled. Zosime appeared from the brush, eyes wide and concerned.

That vile, ugly, disgusting man. Rage clung to his spittled lips.

How could she care about him? When he only cares for himself?