Son: Son

Son
By Pixelgoddess

His Son. The only one he really cared about. Standing before a creature that had already murdered so many. His. Terrified. Confused. Still the boy he cherished.

What was he thinking?  Had their time together been nothing but training? Didn’t he take the time to learn what a treasure his son was?

His Son. Power rolling from him. Defeating a creature no one else could. Strong. Confident. A boy too old for his years.

What was he thinking? Had their time together been nothing but training?  Had he learned to treasure the blood on his hands?

Son.

Dead.

Again.

Good.