The whispers of spirits followed the prince.
He hunted now for his siblings, aware that they had been wrongfully cast aside. Druids, all, and he knew them by name, roughly by description. His brother had not been so concerned, but had denied him nothing.
Ptolemy did not expect the spirits to favor him so readily. Yet their whispers strengthened, led him, drew him in.
The Hierophant; wayward druid, tormented, drowning.
This was the fate left to his siblings, a shadow cast upon them by The Listener herself. Yet he would not abide, could not! For the islands called, and Blackwater would rise again; it must. He swept the boy in close, clutching him. A gift.
A beckoning.
The druids would return.
I swear it.
He hunted now for his siblings, aware that they had been wrongfully cast aside. Druids, all, and he knew them by name, roughly by description. His brother had not been so concerned, but had denied him nothing.
Ptolemy did not expect the spirits to favor him so readily. Yet their whispers strengthened, led him, drew him in.
The Hierophant; wayward druid, tormented, drowning.
This was the fate left to his siblings, a shadow cast upon them by The Listener herself. Yet he would not abide, could not! For the islands called, and Blackwater would rise again; it must. He swept the boy in close, clutching him. A gift.
A beckoning.
The druids would return.
I swear it.
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